Chapter 134: Sakura & Sarada [2] 18+

Kael didn’t give them much time to recover after the first round. The morning light had barely shifted across the floor when he pulled both women back onto the bed. Sakura was already soft and open for him, cheeks still sticky from earlier. Sarada’s breathing had only just evened out. He didn’t care.

He arranged them for the first long stretch of the day.

Sakura lay on her back near the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide. Sarada was guided on top of her in reverse, facing Kael, so that the two of them formed a tight, stacked line. Kael stepped in and sank into Sarada first, the head of his cock stretching her open again while her face hovered above her mother’s. This was the Femme Fatale position—deep, controlled, and close enough that every thrust forced the women to feel each other.

Sarada’s arms trembled as she braced herself. "Naruto... wait... I’m still sensitive—"

He answered by driving all the way in. The wet sound of it filled the room. Sakura’s hands came up and gripped Sarada’s hips, holding her steady while Kael set a slow, heavy rhythm. Each push made Sarada’s body rock forward; her breasts brushed against Sakura’s thighs. Sakura lifted her head and licked a long stripe up the side of Sarada’s inner thigh, tasting the slick that had already started to drip.

"Ahh—Mo—" Sarada’s voice cracked. The word slipped out before she could stop it. Pleasure and shame tangled together. Kael kept going, hands locked on her waist, pulling her back onto him with every stroke. The stretch was relentless. Her walls clenched around him in helpless pulses.

Sakura’s tongue found higher ground. She licked over Sarada’s clit in time with Kael’s thrusts, soft at first, then firmer when the younger girl’s hips started to twitch. Sarada’s head dropped. A broken moan spilled out of her. "It’s too much... both of you... ahh—"

Kael fucked her through it. The bed creaked. Skin slapped. Sarada’s arms finally gave out and she collapsed forward, face pressed into the sheets beside Sakura’s hip, ass still raised for him. He didn’t slow down. He just adjusted the angle and kept burying himself inside her while Sakura’s mouth stayed busy underneath. The dual sensation—thick cock stretching her open and a hot tongue working her clit—pushed Sarada over the edge hard. Her whole body locked up. A high, helpless cry tore out of her as she came, squeezing around him in tight waves.

Kael stayed buried until the last tremor faded, then pulled out slowly. A thick strand of slick followed. He shifted without a word, sliding down and pushing into Sakura instead. The change made Sakura gasp; she was soaked from everything that had dripped onto her. He fucked her with the same steady power, one hand braced on the bed, the other reaching up to keep Sarada’s hips in place so she couldn’t crawl away.

Sarada’s face was still half-buried in the sheets. She could hear every wet thrust, every moan her mother made. When Kael’s fingers found her clit again and started rubbing in slow circles, she didn’t have the strength to push him off. Another orgasm rolled through her while he was still buried in Sakura. She shook through it, soft broken sounds muffled by the mattress.

They stayed in that stacked position for a long time. Kael switched between them whenever one started to go slack, keeping both of them full and oversensitive. By the time he finally pulled out and let them collapse side by side, both women were flushed and trembling, thighs shiny.

He only gave them a few minutes before he flipped them again.

This time he had Sakura on all fours near the middle of the bed. Sarada was guided underneath her, lying on her back with her head between Sakura’s knees so that her mouth lined up with her mother’s entrance. Kael knelt behind Sakura and pushed into her from the rear—deep, deliberate strokes that forced her body to rock forward over Sarada’s face. The Back Door Buffet. Every thrust pushed Sakura down onto Sarada’s waiting mouth.

Sakura’s arms shook. "Ahh—Naruto—she’s licking me while you’re—fuck—"

Sarada’s tongue moved almost on its own. The taste of her mother mixed with the fresh slick Kael was working out of her with every stroke. She could feel the heavy impact of his hips through Sakura’s body. The wet sounds were constant—mouth on folds, cock sliding in and out, the soft slap of skin. Sarada’s own hips lifted helplessly off the bed. She was empty and aching for it.

Kael noticed. He reached down with one hand, found Sarada’s entrance, and pushed two fingers inside her while he continued to fuck Sakura. The dual stimulation made Sarada moan straight into her mother’s pussy. The vibration pulled a sharp cry from Sakura.

"That’s it," Kael said, voice rough. "Keep eating her while I fill her up."

He drove harder. Sakura’s arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows, ass still high, face pressed into the sheets. Sarada’s mouth stayed locked in place, tongue working in messy circles. Kael’s fingers curled inside Sarada at the same time, rubbing the spot that made her thighs jump. The three of them moved together in a tight, filthy rhythm—thrust, lick, curl, moan—until Sakura came first, shaking and grinding down onto her daughter’s face. Kael fucked her through it, then pulled out, flipped Sarada onto her stomach, and sank into her from behind while she was still gasping.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. The pace was harder this time, almost punishing. Sarada’s hands clenched the sheets. "Too deep—ahh—Naruto—"

He answered by gripping her hips tighter and slamming in. Sakura recovered enough to crawl closer and kiss her while it happened, swallowing the broken sounds. The kiss was wet and open. Sarada kissed back even as her body jolted with every thrust. Another orgasm hit her hard enough that her arms gave out completely. Kael kept going until he came inside her, grinding deep and holding there while she pulsed around him.

They rested in a sweaty tangle for a short while. Then the third long stretch began.

Pleasure Explosion was messier. Kael had them both on their backs side by side, legs hooked over his arms so he could switch between them with almost no pause. He would bury himself in Sakura for a dozen hard strokes, then pull out and push straight into Sarada, then back again. The constant change kept both of them on edge. Their moans overlapped. Sometimes their hands found each other and held on. Sometimes Kael leaned down and made them kiss while he was deep in one of them.

Sarada’s voice had gone hoarse. "I can’t—another one—please—"

He ignored the words and kept switching. When one of them came, he stayed inside her until the shaking stopped, then moved to the other. The bed was soaked. Their bodies were marked with finger-shaped bruises and drying streaks. By the time Kael finally finished again—pulling out at the last second to stripe both of their stomachs—the afternoon light had shifted across the floor.

Sakura was the first to try standing. Her legs wobbled. She murmured something about needing water and disappeared into the bathroom. Kael watched her go, then looked at Sarada, who was still sprawled on the bed trying to catch her breath. He didn’t give her long.

He followed Sakura into the bathroom.

Sarada heard the first moan through the half-open door and sat up slowly. Another louder one followed—raw, open, nothing like the controlled sounds her mother usually made. Curiosity and something darker pulled her off the bed. She crossed the room and pushed the door wider.

The sight stopped her cold.

Sakura was bent forward against the tiled wall, palms flat, legs spread. Kael stood behind her, one hand locked in her pink hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave new marks. He was fucking her in a standing doggy stance, deep and relentless. Sakura’s face was nothing like the composed medic Sarada knew. Her eyes were rolled half-back, mouth open, tongue hanging out as unbroken moans poured from her throat. Every thrust made her whole body jolt. Wet sounds echoed off the tiles.

"Ahh—ahh—Naruto—harder—don’t stop—" Sakura’s voice was wrecked. She pushed back to meet him, completely lost in it.

Kael glanced over his shoulder and saw Sarada standing in the doorway. He didn’t slow down. Instead he reached out with the hand that had been in Sakura’s hair, caught Sarada by the wrist, and pulled her in. She stumbled forward. His mouth found hers in a deep, claiming kiss while his hips kept driving into her mother.

Sarada made a muffled sound of protest against his lips. She could feel every impact through the kiss—the way Sakura’s body rocked, the wet slap of skin, the broken moans right beside her ear. Kael’s tongue pushed into her mouth. One of his hands slid down and cupped her breast, thumb dragging over the nipple. Sarada’s knees went weak. She kissed him back even as shame burned through her.

Sakura turned her head enough to see them. The sight only seemed to push her higher. "She’s watching... ahh—fuck—I’m going to cum again—"

Kael broke the kiss just long enough to speak against Sarada’s mouth. "Stay right here. Watch me fill her."

He angled Sakura’s hips higher and pounded into her with short, brutal strokes. Sakura’s tongue lolled further. A long, wordless cry tore out of her as she came hard, walls clamping down. Kael followed a few thrusts later, burying himself to the root and grinding through his own release. Thick pulses filled her. Some of it leaked out around his cock and ran down her thighs.

He stayed inside her for a long moment, still kissing Sarada, still holding her in place so she had no choice but to feel and hear everything. When he finally pulled out, a heavy drip of cum followed. Sakura sagged against the wall, breathing hard, face still slack with leftover pleasure.

Kael turned his full attention to Sarada. His cock was still hard, slick with her mother’s release. He backed her against the opposite wall, lifted one of her legs, and pushed into her in one smooth thrust. Sarada’s head fell back against the tile. A broken moan left her.

"Your turn," he said, and started moving again.

Outside the bathroom the light kept shifting. Inside, the sounds of wet skin and overlapping voices continued long into the evening. Kael moved between them without real pause—sometimes stacking them, sometimes taking one while the other recovered, sometimes making them watch. By the time the sky outside had gone dark, both women were thoroughly used, marked, and too exhausted to do more than cling to the sheets while he finished inside whichever one was closest.

Sarada’s last coherent thought before sleep took her was that she could still taste her mother on her tongue, and that her body already ached for the next time he reached for her.

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