Chapter 133: Sakura & Sarada [1] 18+

Kael’s voice cut through the room, low and certain. "Kiss her."

Sakura blinked, still dazed from the last round, her tongue still half-hanging out. She looked at the dark-haired girl lying next to her on the bed—Sarada, flushed, breathing hard, eyes wide with something between anger and shock. For a second Sakura hesitated. Then she leaned in.

Sarada tried to turn her face away. "Don’t—Mo..., stop, this is wrong—"

Sakura’s lips found hers anyway. Soft at first, almost curious, then deeper when Kael’s hand pressed the back of her head. Sarada made a muffled sound of protest, hands coming up to push at Sakura’s shoulders, but the kiss only grew wetter. Sakura’s tongue slid past her lips. Sarada’s resistance faltered for a heartbeat, then another. A small, unwilling sound escaped her throat.

Kael watched, already hard again, and moved in behind Sakura. He pushed her hips up until she was on her knees over Sarada, still kissing her. One smooth thrust and he sank into Sakura from behind. She moaned into Sarada’s mouth, the vibration making the younger girl shiver.

"Ah—Naruto—" Sakura’s voice broke between kisses. "You’re so deep—"

"Keep kissing her," Kael ordered, gripping her hips and starting a steady rhythm. Each thrust pushed Sakura’s body forward, rubbing her against Sarada. Sakura’s breasts dragged across the girl’s chest. After a moment she shifted lower, mouth finding one of Sarada’s nipples. She sucked hard.

Sarada arched, a sharp cry tearing out of her. "Stop—ahh—don’t—she’s my—" The words died as Sakura’s tongue circled the stiff peak. Pleasure slammed through her despite everything. Her hands, which had been pushing, now clutched at the sheets.

Kael fucked Sakura harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. "Look at her face," he told Sakura. "She’s getting wet from this."

Sarada shook her head, but her hips twitched. "I don’t—ahh—want this—"

"Your body does," Kael said, and drove in deeper. Sakura moaned around the nipple in her mouth, the sound filthy and open. Every thrust made her suck harder. Sarada’s free breast bounced with the motion. Her glasses had slipped; her face was red, eyes glassy.

They stayed like that for a long time—Kael pounding Sakura in doggy while she nursed at Sarada’s chest. Sarada’s protests grew softer, broken by gasps and little "nngh" sounds she couldn’t hold back. When Kael finally pulled out of Sakura, both women were breathing hard, skin slick.

He guided them into the next position without much talk. Sakura sat back against the headboard, legs spread wide, pink and shiny. Sarada, still on all fours, was turned so her face hovered between those thighs. Kael knelt behind Sarada, hands firm on her hips, and pushed back into her in one smooth stroke.

Sarada cried out, the sound muffled as Sakura pulled her head down. "Eat me," Sakura whispered, voice thick. "Please—"

Sarada’s tongue dragged over her mother’s folds before she could stop herself. The taste, the heat, the way Sakura’s hips lifted to meet her mouth—it all crashed together with the thick stretch of Kael filling her from behind. She moaned into the wet flesh, and the vibration made Sakura’s thighs tremble.

"Ahh—yes, just like that—" Sakura’s fingers tangled in Sarada’s dark hair, holding her in place. "Your tongue feels so good—"

Kael set a deep, grinding pace, each thrust pushing Sarada’s face harder against Sakura. The room filled with wet sounds: the soft, messy noise of Sarada’s mouth, the heavier slap of Kael’s hips, the overlapping moans.

"Gluck—mmph—ahh—" Sarada tried to pull back for air, but Sakura kept her close. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly. She hated how good it felt. Hated how her body clenched around Kael’s cock every time he bottomed out. "Naruto—slow down—it’s too much—"

He didn’t. He fucked her harder, one hand sliding under to rub tight circles over her clit. Sarada’s tongue moved faster almost without her permission, licking and sucking at Sakura’s clit the way she herself was being touched. Sakura’s moans climbed higher.

"I’m—ahh—going to cum—" Sakura’s voice cracked. Her hips bucked. Sarada felt the gush against her tongue and kept licking through it, lost in the feedback loop of giving and taking. Kael’s thrusts grew sharper. He held her hips tight enough to bruise and drove deep one last time, flooding her while she was still shaking from Sakura’s orgasm.

They barely had time to catch their breath before he pulled them both off the bed.

Kael stood in the middle of the room. Sakura and Sarada knelt on either side of him, faces close. He rested a hand on each of their heads.

"Together," he said.

Sakura leaned in first, tongue dragging up the underside of his cock, still slick from both of them. Sarada hesitated only a second longer, then joined her. Their mouths met around the head, tongues sliding against each other as they shared him. Soft, wet sounds filled the air—slurp, gluck, the quiet hum of pleasure neither of them could quite suppress.

"Ahh—fuck—" Kael’s fingers tightened in their hair. "Just like that. Share it."

Sakura took him deeper, cheeks hollowing. Sarada licked the shaft and the base of his balls, then switched, sucking the head while Sakura kissed and licked along the side. Their faces brushed. Once, their lips met around him in a messy, open-mouthed kiss that made both of them moan. Sarada’s eyes fluttered. The reluctance was still there, but it was buried under heat and the heavy pulse of the cock between them.

They took turns. One would swallow him to the root while the other kissed her cheek or licked what she couldn’t take. Spit ran down their chins. Kael’s breathing grew rough.

"Open your mouths," he ordered at last.

They did—tongues out, eyes half-lidded. He stroked once, twice, and came hard across both faces. Thick ropes painted Sakura’s cheeks and lips, then Sarada’s. Some landed on their tongues. They stayed kneeling, breathing hard, faces shiny and marked, while the last pulses dripped down their chins.

Sarada’s thighs were still trembling. She looked at her mother through half-lidded eyes, at the cum streaking both of them, and felt the deep, unwilling ache of how much her body had enjoyed every second.

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