Chapter 142: Sasuke [5] 18+

The blue window appeared the moment Kael pulled free of Sasuke’s mouth.

[Quest 17/100: Give Blowjob to Sasuke ✓]

[Reward: Three-Tomoe Sharingan]

A second notification followed almost immediately.

[Bonus Quest: Fuck Sasuke until she accepts her new identity]

[Rewards: Mangekyō Sharingan + Chidori]

The rewards burned bright in his vision. Mangekyō. Chidori. Power that would put him on an entirely different level. Kael dismissed the screens and looked down at the body still lying beneath him—flushed, marked, and unmistakably female.

He shifted between her legs, spreading them with his knees. Sasuke’s eyes widened when she felt the head of his cock brush against the slick folds that had no business being there.

"Stop. We can’t," she said, voice still rough from the earlier face-fucking. "If we do that I will never be able to live the same way again."

Kael leaned down and kissed her, hard and open-mouthed, swallowing the rest of the protest. At the same time he pushed forward. The thick head forced her open in one continuous thrust until he was buried to the base.

Sasuke’s back arched off the bed. A sharp, broken sound tore out of her throat. The stretch was nothing like the thigh-humping or the mouth. This was complete invasion, heat and pressure filling a place that had never existed on her body until yesterday.

"You bastard—ahh—this can’t be happening."

Kael stayed deep for a moment, letting her feel every inch, then began to move. Slow, deliberate strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The wet sound of it filled the quiet apartment. Sasuke’s hands came up and shoved at his shoulders, but the strength in her arms was still only a fraction of what it had been.

"Don’t you feel bad?" she forced out between clenched teeth. "Fucking your friend—fucking a guy—what kind of man are you?"

Kael answered with an open-handed slap across her cheek. The sting made her eyes water. He leaned in close, still thrusting steadily.

"Do you think guys have a pussy?"

He kissed her again before she could reply, tongue pushing past her lips while his hips picked up speed. The missionary position kept her completely open beneath him. Every downward drive rubbed the base of his cock against the sensitive bud at the top of her new entrance. Unwanted sparks of sensation shot through her each time. Her walls clenched around him in helpless little pulses she could not stop.

"Stop..Mwah... mmm... ahh"

Kael kept the rhythm relentless. He pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to squeeze her breast, thumb dragging over the nipple in time with his thrusts. Sasuke turned her face away, but he followed, claiming her mouth again and again until her lips were swollen and shiny. The wet slap of skin against skin grew louder. Her thighs trembled on either side of his hips.

"I hate you," she managed when he finally gave her room to breathe. The words came out shaky. "I hate—ahh—this body—you—"

He fucked her through the protest, deeper now, angling so that every stroke dragged against the front wall of the tight channel. Sasuke’s breathing turned into short, punched-out moans. Her hips twitched upward against her will, meeting him on the next thrust. The realization that her body was starting to move with him made a fresh wave of humiliation burn across her face.

Kael stayed in missionary for a long time. He varied the pace—long and grinding one minute, short and sharp the next—until her inner muscles fluttered continuously around him and a thin sheen of sweat covered both of them. Only when her legs had gone soft and open did he shift.

He released her wrists, hooked one of her legs high against his chest, and folded it across her body so that her knee nearly touched the opposite shoulder. The new angle made the next thrust feel even deeper. Sasuke cried out, the sound raw. The position left her completely exposed and almost folded in half, every stroke hitting places that sent bright, overwhelming sensation racing up her spine.

"Too deep—wait—ahh—"

Kael did not wait. He gripped her raised thigh and drove into her with heavier thrusts, the wet sounds turning filthy and continuous. Sasuke’s free hand clutched at the sheets. Her head tossed from side to side. The pressure inside her built faster in this position; every impact forced a soft, unwilling cry from her throat. Her breasts bounced with the force of his hips. The earlier slap mark on her cheek still glowed faintly.

"Uh... uh... uh... fuck... ngh!"

He leaned down while still fucking her and kissed her again, slower this time but no less thorough. Sasuke’s mouth opened under his almost automatically. Her tongue moved against his in small, reluctant strokes. The dual sensation of being filled so deeply and kissed so thoroughly made her walls clamp down hard. A broken moan vibrated into his mouth.

Kael kept her in the position until her thigh trembled uncontrollably and her voice had gone hoarse from the steady stream of sounds she could no longer hold back. Only then did he pull out, the sudden emptiness drawing a shaky gasp from her.

He sat back against the headboard and pulled her upright with him. In one smooth motion he guided her down onto his cock again so that she straddled him, chest to chest—lotus. Sasuke’s hands landed on his shoulders for balance. The new angle seated him even deeper than before. She bit her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, eyes squeezed shut.

Kael wrapped both arms around her waist and began to move her on him, lifting and dropping her in steady, powerful strokes. Her breasts pressed and rubbed against his chest with every motion. He kissed her throat, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, then claimed her lips fully once more. Sasuke’s arms eventually slid up around his neck, more for support than embrace, but the closeness made every thrust feel intimate and inescapable.

"Look at me," he said against her mouth.

She refused at first. He thrust up harder, forcing a cry out of her, and her eyes opened. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun slowly in his gaze. Sasuke stared into them, breathing ragged, while he continued to fuck her in the tight, grinding rhythm of the lotus position. Her new body betrayed her with every movement—slick, clenching, trembling. Soft, wet sounds rose between them each time he bottomed out.

He kept her there for a long stretch, kissing her through most of it, one hand sliding down to grip her ass and control the depth. Sasuke’s forehead dropped against his. Her breath came in hot, uneven puffs against his lips. The reluctant pleasure had become a constant, heavy throb that made it hard to think. Every time he lifted her and let her sink back down, a fresh wave rolled through her core.

Kael’s own breathing grew rougher, but he never let the pace tip over the edge. He fucked her through the lotus position with deliberate control, holding both of them right at the brink without crossing it. Sasuke’s thighs shook on either side of his hips. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. The room filled with the quiet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies and the soft, broken noises she could no longer stop.

He showed no sign of finishing inside her.

Not yet.

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