Chapter 132: Sarada [End] 18+

Kael pulled out of her with a wet sound and stepped toward the drawer. Sarada’s arms were still stretched above her head, wrists locked in the cuffs, the leash dangling from her throat. Her voice came out hoarse.

"What are you—unlock me now."

He ignored the demand. From the drawer he took a short, flexible leather whip, tested the weight once in his hand, and turned back to her. The first strike cracked across the already-reddened curve of her ass. Sarada jerked hard against the cuffs, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.

"Ah—!"

He did not pause. The second strike landed on the other cheek, then the first again, steady and measured. The pale skin flared brighter with every impact. At first she stayed fierce—teeth clenched, eyes burning, refusing to give him more than the involuntary sounds of pain. The whip continued. Red welts layered over the earlier handprints until both cheeks glowed a deep, hot crimson.

"Please... ah... stop—"

The word cracked out of her between strikes. Kael kept the rhythm, each lash precise.

"Tell me you’re a bitch."

Sarada’s jaw locked. She said nothing.

The whip cracked again, harder.

"Tell me."

Still silence. Another strike. Another. The sting built until tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and her breath came in short, broken pulls.

"Yes—yes, I’m a bitch—"

"Whose bitch?"

He waited, whip raised. When the answer did not come immediately he brought it down once more across the hottest part of her ass. Sarada’s voice broke.

"I’m your bitch... forever and ever—"

Kael lowered the whip. He stepped in behind her, gripped the burning cheeks hard enough to make her whimper, and pushed back inside in one deep thrust. Standing doggy, cuffed and leashed. He fucked her with long, powerful strokes, one hand still squeezing the heated flesh of her ass, the other sliding up to cup and roughly knead her breasts while he kissed and bit along the line of her spine. The wet slap of his hips against her freshly whipped skin filled the room. Sarada’s moans were raw now, open, the last of the fierce resistance burned out of her by the combination of pain and the thick stretch of his cock.

He kept her like that until her legs shook and her forehead pressed against the wall. Then he unlocked the cuffs, caught her when her arms dropped, and moved her to the bed without ever fully leaving her body. The rest of the night blurred into a continuous, exhausting cycle of positions. He put her on her back and folded her in half. He put her on her knees and pulled the leash while he drove into her from behind. He lay beneath her and made her ride, hands locked on her waist so she had no choice but to take every upward thrust.

At first she tried to hold the sounds in. Pride, or what remained of it, kept her moans behind clenched teeth. But every time he finished inside her the heat of it seemed to loosen something else. By the third or fourth time her voice had grown louder. By the sixth she was moaning openly, broken and continuous. When he finally settled her in cowgirl and let her set the pace she was the one moving—hips rolling, thighs trembling, head tipped back as she chased the sensation with a desperation that left no room for thoughts of the future, of Boruto, of the world that had already ended. The only thing left in her expression was the need to keep his cock inside her.

"Ahh... haa... nngh... don’t stop..."

Kael watched her lose the last of the fight with open satisfaction. He came inside her again while she was still moving on him, then simply kept her there until he hardened once more and started the cycle over. By the time true exhaustion took her she was limp and open and thoroughly marked, the leash still around her throat, the welts on her ass a deep, lasting red. He let her collapse beside him and finally slept.

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Morning light was already strong when Sarada’s eyes opened.

Her body ached in every place he had used. The first thing she registered was the wet, rhythmic sound of skin on skin and the low, helpless moans of a second woman’s voice. She turned her head.

Kael stood near the window with Sakura in his arms. The woman’s legs were locked around his waist, arms around his neck, pink hair damp with sweat. He was holding her up effortlessly, hips snapping upward in a steady, powerful stand-and-carry rhythm while Sakura’s head tipped back and her mouth stayed open in a wrecked, ahegao expression—eyes unfocused, tongue slightly out, completely lost in the way he was fucking her.

Kael turned just enough to meet Sarada’s stare. He adjusted his grip, angling Sakura’s body so the younger woman could see everything: the stretch of her mother’s pussy around his cock, the wet shine on her thighs, the way Sakura’s breasts bounced with every upward thrust.

Sarada’s voice came out cracked and small. "You promised."

"You alone aren’t enough for me," Kael said, never slowing the rhythm. "When you fell asleep I called her to continue what you left off."

He fucked Sakura harder, using the full strength of his arms and hips. The wet slap of their bodies filled the apartment. Sakura’s moans rose in pitch, broken and continuous, until her whole body locked and she came with a high, shattered cry. Kael followed her over the edge a few strokes later, burying himself deep and flooding her while she still clenched around him. Only when the last pulse faded did he lift her off his cock and set her down on the mattress beside Sarada.

Sakura collapsed onto her side, still breathing hard, tongue still slightly out, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. The two women—mother and daughter from a timeline that no longer existed—lay only inches apart, both marked by the same man, the evidence of what he had left inside them already beginning to leak onto the sheets.

Kael stood over them, still half-hard, and watched the system window open.

[Bonus Quest: Have an Oyakodon]

[Reward: Two-Tomoe Sharingan]

He almost smiled.

"You didn’t have to tell me," he said to the empty air. "I was going to do just that."

Outside, Konoha continued its ordinary morning. Inside the small apartment, Sarada turned her face away from the sight of her mother’s wrecked expression, the weight of the broken promise and the new quest settling over the room like a second, heavier leash.

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Give me power...