Chapter 129: Sarada [5] 18+

Kael remained hard, the length of him still glistening from her earlier release and his own. He guided Sarada onto her hands and knees on the mattress without ceremony. The moment her palms settled on the sheets he was behind her, one hand already gripping her hip, the other wrapping a fistful of dark hair at the base of her skull. He pushed back inside in a single, deep thrust that forced a broken sound from her throat.

"Ahh—! Naruto... condom... please wear one—"

"I’ll pull out at the end," he said, the same casual promise he had already broken once. "Like last time."

He did not wait for agreement. He set a steady, powerful rhythm at once, hips snapping forward so that the wet slap of skin on skin filled the bedroom. Each thrust drove him to the root. Sarada’s arms trembled. The angle of doggy made every stroke feel thicker, heavier. She tried to crawl forward an inch; the hand in her hair yanked her back onto him with a sharp cry.

"Nngh—! Slow... please..."

He ignored the request. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock driving through her grew louder, filthier. Her tight heat still fluttered from the earlier orgasm, clenching around him on every inward push. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes—frustration, shame, the overwhelming stretch of being used again so soon—and still her body wettened for him. Kael watched the way her back arched when he pulled her hair, the way her ass met his hips with every thrust, and kept the pace deliberate and deep.

After several long minutes he released her hair only long enough to bring one hand between the cleft of her ass. A single finger, slick with her own wetness, pressed against the tight ring of her entrance and pushed inside to the first knuckle.

Sarada jolted as if struck. "Wait—don’t—there—it’s too much—ahh!"

The dual sensation ripped a rawer cry from her throat. Kael did not remove the finger. He kept it seated inside her while he continued to fuck her pussy in the same heavy rhythm, the small intrusion making everything feel tighter, more overwhelming. Sarada’s elbows nearly buckled. Her moans turned higher, almost panicked, the protest tangled with the helpless sounds of a body that could not stop responding.

"Take it," he muttered, and added a second slow push of the finger until it was buried to the second knuckle. The wet slap of his hips never paused. Tears slipped down her cheeks in earnest now, but her walls only clenched harder around him.

When her arms finally gave out he shifted without leaving her body. He pushed her shoulders flat to the mattress, kept her hips raised, and drove down into her with short, concentrated force—deep impact. Each thrust landed against the furthest point inside her with a heavy, wet sound. At the same time his open palm cracked across one upturned cheek, then the other. The pale skin flushed bright red almost at once.

Sarada twisted her head enough to glare at him over her shoulder, eyes wet and furious.

Kael met the look and slapped her ass harder. "Bitches don’t glare at their masters."

Another sharp smack. Another. He fucked her through the stinging heat, palm landing in steady counterpoint to every deep thrust until both cheeks glowed and the wet, filthy noise of their joining mixed with the sharper sound of skin striking skin. Sarada’s moans had become continuous, broken only by hitched breaths and the occasional choked sob of overload. The deep-impact angle left her nowhere to escape the force; every stroke bottomed out and stayed there for a grinding second before he pulled back and drove in again.

He kept her like that until her thighs shook and the glare had dissolved into open-mouthed, glassy-eyed submission. Only then did he withdraw, roll her onto her back, and cover her completely with his body. His full weight pressed her into the mattress. One hand slid under her head, fingers threading into her hair to hold her in place; the other braced beside her shoulder. He pushed back inside in a single thrust and began to move in long, grinding strokes while his mouth found hers.

This time she did not turn away.

The pleasure had climbed too high, too fast. When he kissed her she could only open for him, the earlier boundary dissolving under the steady, overwhelming rhythm of his cock and the heavy press of his body. Kael kissed her deeply, thoroughly, tongue moving against hers in time with his hips. The wet sounds between her legs mixed with the softer wet sounds of their mouths. He fucked her like that—full-body, pinning, claiming—until the warning tightness at the base of his spine became impossible to ignore.

He did not pull out.

He drove in to the root, swallowed her startled cry with another kiss, and came hard, flooding her in thick, heavy pulses while her walls fluttered around him. Sarada tried to speak against his mouth; he only kissed her harder, keeping himself buried until the last spurt had emptied into her. When he finally lifted his head her lips were swollen, her eyes wet and wide with fresh panic.

"What have you done?" Her voice cracked. "What if I become pregnant? It will destroy the timeline—"

Kael’s hand slid to her throat, not squeezing, only resting there with enough presence to make the next words land. He kissed her once more, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of the tears that had reached her mouth.

"Do you really think you still care about the timeline?"

He was still hard inside her. Before she could form another protest he began to move again, rolling his hips in deep, unhurried strokes that pushed his release deeper and dragged fresh, helpless sounds from her throat. The wet heat of what he had left in her slicked every thrust. Sarada’s hands came up to his shoulders, pushing with no strength left. Her body, already sensitive and overfilled, could only clench around him as he started the next round without pause.

She lay pinned beneath the man who had just finished inside her, the risk of pregnancy suddenly real, the timeline she had sworn to protect slipping further out of reach with every fresh, deliberate thrust, and the realization that the agreement she had spoken earlier had never included an ending.

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