Chapter 135: Sakura & Sarada [3] 18+

Kael gave them almost no real rest. The sheets were already a mess of sweat and earlier releases when he pulled Sakura up and guided her to straddle him. She sank down onto his cock with a long, shaky moan, her pink hair sticking to her damp forehead. Sarada lay on her side a few feet away, too drained to do more than watch through half-lidded eyes.

Sakura started moving on her own. Slow at first, rolling her hips in a deep circle that made her walls drag along every inch of him. Her hands braced on his chest. Each downward slide pulled a soft, open sound from her throat.

"Ahh... Naruto... you’re still so hard..."

Kael’s hands settled on her waist, not forcing the pace yet, just holding her while she rode. The wet sound of her taking him filled the quiet room. Sarada could hear every slick slide, every little catch of breath. Her own body still pulsed from the last time he had been inside her. She tried to look away and failed.

Sakura’s rhythm grew steadier. She lifted higher and dropped harder, breasts bouncing with the motion. Kael’s thumbs stroked the soft skin just above her hips. When she started to tire he took over, gripping tighter and thrusting up to meet her. The change made her cry out. Her head fell back. The long line of her throat worked as another moan spilled free.

"Just like that—ahh—keep filling me—"

He fucked up into her with short, powerful strokes. Sakura’s thighs trembled. She leaned forward, hands sliding to his shoulders, and rode him harder, chasing the building heat. Sarada watched the way her mother’s face went slack with pleasure, the way her tongue pressed against her lower lip. The sight sent an unwilling throb between her own legs.

Sakura came first. Her whole body locked, inner walls clamping down in tight waves. A broken, high sound tore out of her as she ground down and shook through it. Kael held her there, still buried deep, until the last tremor faded. Only then did he ease her off him. A thick strand of slick stretched and broke. Sakura collapsed onto her back beside Sarada, chest heaving, eyes unfocused.

Kael turned to the dark-haired girl without a word.

He hooked one of Sarada’s legs over his arm and shifted closer until their bodies formed a tight scissors angle—hips pressed together, one of her thighs trapped between his. He pushed into her in a single slow thrust. The new angle made her gasp. It felt deeper somehow, the head of his cock rubbing firmly along her front wall with every movement.

"Naruto... wait... I’m still—"

He started a steady rhythm, grinding more than thrusting. The friction was constant and intense. Sarada’s free hand clutched at the sheets. Each slow drag pulled a shaky sound from her throat. She could feel Sakura’s eyes on them. The knowledge that her mother was watching every inch of him disappear inside her made the pleasure sharper and more shameful at the same time.

Kael kept the pace controlled. He leaned in and kissed the inside of her raised knee, then the soft skin of her thigh, never breaking the deep grind. Sarada’s breathing turned ragged. Her hips began to move on their own, tiny helpless rolls that met his. The wet sound of their joined bodies grew louder.

"Ahh—nngh—too deep..."

He ignored the protest and kept going. One hand slid between them and found her clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips. Sarada’s back arched. A longer moan spilled out of her. The dual stimulation built fast. She could feel another orgasm already coiling low in her belly, heavier than the last.

When it hit, it hit hard. Her whole body seized. Inner muscles fluttered and clenched around him in strong pulses. Kael groaned low and drove in as deep as the angle allowed, holding there while she came. Thick heat flooded her a moment later. She felt every pulse of it, the way it painted her insides. Her exhausted mind registered the thought that she had already lost count of how many times he had finished inside her that day.

He stayed buried until the last aftershock faded, then slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from her in a slow trickle. Sarada’s leg dropped to the bed. She could only lie there, chest rising and falling, while Kael turned his attention back to Sakura.

He rolled the pink-haired woman onto her stomach, then pulled her up by the hips until she was on her knees, chest still pressed to the mattress. The doggy position left her completely open. Kael lined up and sank into her again with one smooth push. Sakura moaned into the sheets, the sound muffled and raw.

He started with long, deep strokes, almost all the way out before driving back in. Each thrust made her body rock forward. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room. Sarada watched from only a short distance away. She could see the way her mother’s entrance stretched around him, the shiny mix of their earlier releases coating his shaft.

Kael’s hands settled on Sakura’s hips. He picked up the pace. The thrusts grew shorter and harder. Sakura’s moans climbed with them.

"Ahh—ahh—Naruto—yes—"

He reached forward, gathered a handful of pink hair, and pulled her head up just enough that Sarada could see her face. Sakura’s eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, tongue resting against her lower lip. Every impact pulled another broken sound from her. Kael fucked her like that for a long stretch, using the grip on her hair to keep her exactly where he wanted her.

When her arms started to shake he released her hair and shifted the angle. He planted one knee higher on the bed and drove down into her with heavier strokes—true backshots, the kind that made her whole body jolt. The new rhythm was rougher, more relentless. Sakura’s moans turned into short, punched-out cries. Her fingers clawed at the sheets.

Sarada couldn’t look away. The sight of her mother taking him so completely, the wet sounds, the way Sakura pushed back to meet every thrust—it all sank into her exhausted mind and refused to leave. Her own body still throbbed with the memory of him finishing inside her only minutes earlier.

Kael kept the hard pace until Sakura came again, shaking and moaning into the mattress. He fucked her through it, then slowed only long enough to catch his own breath. He never fully stopped. When the aftershocks faded he simply adjusted his grip and started building again.

Only when he was close did he glance over at Sarada. His voice dropped to something quiet, almost conversational, while his hips continued their deep rhythm against Sakura’s ass.

"Tell me," he said. "Do you want a sibling?"

Sarada’s breath caught. She was too drained to form a real answer. The words hung in the air between the wet sounds of him still moving inside her mother. Her mind, foggy and overstimulated, supplied the only thought it could manage: after everything she had seen and felt today, the idea of a Sarada Uzumaki being born into this world no longer felt impossible.

Kael’s rhythm stuttered. He drove in hard one last time and held there, grinding deep as he came inside Sakura again. The pink-haired woman moaned weakly through it, body limp and accepting. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum followed and ran down the inside of her thigh.

He sat back on his heels, breathing hard, eyes moving between the two spent women. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. Outside the window the light had begun to fade toward evening. Inside, none of them moved for a long time.

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