Chapter 130: Sarada [6] 18+

Kael did not give her time to recover.

He stayed inside her after the last release, already hardening again while her walls still fluttered around him in oversensitive aftershocks. Sarada’s eyes were open, glassy and wet, fixed on his face with a mixture of exhaustion and the stubborn awareness that she had not yet been allowed to leave. When he began to move once more she let out a broken sound that was half moan, half protest.

"Naruto... enough... I can’t..."

"You can," he answered, and rolled them so she straddled him. He gripped her hips and forced her to take every inch as he thrust upward, using her weight to drive himself deeper. The wet sound of their joining was louder now, slick with everything he had already left inside her. Sarada’s hands braced on his chest. Her arms trembled. She remained upright only because he held her there, bouncing her on his cock in a steady, relentless rhythm while she moaned through gritted teeth.

He moved her through position after position without pause. Some he had used on others; some he invented on the spot simply because her body was pliant and present and still conscious enough to react. He put her on her side and hooked one leg high over his shoulder, driving into her with short, concentrated strokes that made her cry out every time he bottomed out. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and took her from behind while she pressed her face into the sheets to muffle the sounds. He sat her in his lap facing away, arms locked around her waist, and ground up into her until her head fell back against his shoulder and her mouth stayed open on continuous, helpless moans.

Through all of it she stayed aware. Exhausted, overstimulated, voice raw from begging him to slow down or pull out or simply stop—but conscious. Her dark eyes tracked him when he changed angles. Her hands still pushed weakly at his wrists when the depth became too much. When he slapped her ass hard enough to leave fresh red prints she glared at him through tears even as her body clenched around him. The awareness never fully left. That was what he wanted.

By the time the light outside the window had faded into full night he had come inside her more times than she could track. Thick heat leaked from her with every movement, coating her thighs and the sheets. Sarada’s voice had dropped to a hoarse, continuous pleading.

"Please... no more... I can’t take it... Naruto... please..."

He kissed the corner of her open mouth and lifted her off the bed.

The bathroom was small and cool. He turned the shower on with one hand, kept her pinned against his chest with the other, and stepped under the spray without bothering to adjust the temperature. Warm water cascaded over both of them. Sarada’s forehead dropped against the tiled wall. Kael kicked her feet apart, bent her forward slightly, and pushed back inside from behind in one smooth thrust.

Standing doggy against the glass.

The position forced her onto her toes. Every upward snap of his hips lifted her higher; every withdrawal let her drop back onto him. The wet slap of skin mixed with the sound of the shower. Water ran down her back, between her breasts, over the place where his cock disappeared into her again and again. Sarada’s hands splayed against the fogging glass. Her breath fogged the surface in short, broken bursts.

"Ahh... haa... too deep... nngh... pull out this time... please..."

He reached around, found her clit, and rubbed in tight circles while he fucked her. The dual sensation dragged a rawer cry from her throat. Her legs shook. He kept the pace steady and deep, using the grip on her hips to pull her back onto every thrust until her moans turned high and continuous and her forehead pressed hard against the glass.

When her knees threatened to buckle he shifted. He bent her further forward at the waist, almost folded in half, and held her there by the hips alone. The new angle let him drive even deeper. Long, powerful strokes that made her entire body rock. Water plastered her dark hair to her cheeks and neck. The wet, heavy sound of him taking her filled the small bathroom without pause. Sarada’s voice cracked on every thrust.

"I can’t... I can’t... Naruto... I’m going to... ahh—"

She came again with a broken sob, walls clamping down in exhausted, rhythmic pulses. Kael fucked her through it, chasing his own release, and when he finished it was with a low groan, buried to the hilt, flooding her once more while she trembled under the spray.

He held her there until the last pulse faded, then slowly pulled out. A thick trickle of his release followed, washed down her thigh by the shower water. Sarada’s legs gave out. He caught her before she hit the floor, turned off the water, and carried her back to the bedroom without drying either of them.

She was still conscious when he laid her on the soaked sheets. Her eyes tracked him as he climbed over her again. When he pushed back inside she let out a soft, broken sound of pure overload, but her body was too spent to offer more than a weak twitch of resistance.

"I will fuck you until you forget everything," he said against her ear, voice low and certain, "and only remember getting fucked by me."

He kept his word for as long as her body would allow.

He bounced her on his cock in his lap while she clung to his shoulders, forehead against his neck, moaning with every upward thrust. He put her on her back and folded her in half, driving down into her while she stared up at him through tears of pure exhaustion. He turned her onto her side and took her from behind with one hand wrapped around her throat—not choking, only holding—while the other rubbed her overstimulated clit until she came again with a hoarse, almost silent cry. Each time he finished inside her. Each time she remained aware enough to feel it, to whimper when the heat flooded her, to beg in a cracked voice for a pause that never lasted long.

Only when her responses had slowed to soft, continuous whimpers and her eyes could barely stay open did he finally ease out and let her drop onto the mattress beside him. Sarada’s body stayed exactly where he placed it—limbs loose, dark hair tangled across the pillow, the evidence of everything he had done to her leaking slowly onto the sheets. Her eyes were half-lidded, still conscious, still tracking the ceiling in exhausted, unfocused awareness. Her tongue rested against her lower lip. Every few breaths a small aftershock made her thighs twitch.

Kael brushed a strand of wet hair from her face and watched her for a long moment. She was too wrecked to walk back to the neighboring apartment. Sending her out like this would raise questions neither of them could afford. He pulled the blanket over both of them, settled an arm around her waist, and let the system window open at the edge of his vision.

[Quest 15/100 : Humiliate Sarada ✓]

[Reward : One-Tomoe Sharingan]

The new eye technique settled into his chakra pathways like a quiet, permanent weight. Kael closed the window, looked at the woman breathing unsteadily beside him, and allowed himself a small, satisfied breath.

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😎 : Where is my power?

🥺 : Please... I will give it tomorrow.

😎 : If I don’t get my power by tommorow then you better hide under your bed.