Chapter 154: Tsunade [5] 18+

Kael stayed seated against the headboard, still hard despite what she had already taken. He reached down, caught her under the arms, and pulled her forward until she straddled his lap facing him. Her bare thighs framed his hips. The short maid skirt bunched uselessly around her waist.

"Now suck again" he said, like it was an order on a mission scroll. "Ride me while you suck."

Tsunade’s face tightened. She still tasted him at the back of her throat. The bet sat heavy in her chest. She followed instructions. That was the only reason she moved. She braced one hand on his chest, leaned down, and took the thick head between her lips again.

"Mmm... slurp... lick..."

Her tongue dragged slow across the underside while her hips stayed still. Kael’s hands settled on her waist and guided her towards his face. He rolled her forward so the length of his cock slid along the slick seam of her pussy, then back again. The friction was immediate and unwanted. She closed her eyes and focused on the mechanical work of her mouth.

She took more of him. Lips stretched. Cheeks hollowed.

"Gluck... gluck... slurp... mwah."

Each time she sank down her hips rocked in the opposite direction, dragging her wet folds over the base of his face. The dual motion made wet sounds that filled the room—soft flesh against flesh below, wet suction above. She hated how easily her body produced the slickness. It was only the earlier spanking, she told herself. Nothing more.

Kael kept the rhythm steady. When she tried to keep the strokes shallow he pressed her head lower with one hand while the other kept her hips moving.

"Deeper. Don’t half-ass it."

She obeyed. The head nudged her throat. She gagged once, eyes watering, then forced herself past the reflex.

"Ghlk... ghlk... hnnk! ... cough... mmm."

Spit ran down his length and pooled where their bodies met. Every downward grind of her hips made the mess louder. Schlick. Schlick. She kept her eyes closed and counted the strokes the way she once counted punches in training.

After a long stretch he lifted her off him with both hands. She gasped when the cock left her mouth, a string of spit still connecting them.

"Get on your all fours. Face me."

She turned without speaking and settled on hands and knees. The position left her exposed, ass still marked red from his earlier hand. Kael moved front of her, then shifted until he sat with his back against the pillows again, legs spread. He guided her by the hips until her mouth hovered over his cock once more and her own ass faced away from him.

"Suck."

She lowered her head. The angle was different—more of him filled her mouth at once. She braced on her elbows and took him in long, steady strokes.

"Gluck... gluck... slurp... mwah."

Her hair fell around her face. Kael gathered it in one fist and held it out of the way so he could watch. Every time she pushed back to take him deeper her ass lifted slightly. He used free hand to deliver occasional light smacks that made her jolt and tighten her lips around him.

"Mmm... slurp... lick!"

She tried to keep the pace clinical. In. Out. Breathe. The weight of him on her tongue, the stretch at the corners of her mouth, the way spit kept dripping onto the sheets—all of it felt too intimate for a simple obligation. She told herself it was ok she only has to suffer it for a week. Nothing else.

Kael’s hips began to meet her downward motions. The head of his cock pressed farther each time until she was taking nearly all of him. Her throat fluttered and wet, choked sounds escaped around the shaft.

"Ghlk... ghlk... hnnk! ... cough... mmm."

Tears tracked down her cheeks. She did not pull away. When he finally eased the pressure she stayed in place, panting, lips shiny and swollen, and waited for the next instruction.

He shifted again. "Lie on your back."

She understood what he meant even if she had never did it. She moved to the side of the mattress, let her head hang over the edge, and opened her mouth. Gravity did most of the work. Kael stood, stepped close, and fed his cock straight down into her throat.

The first full stroke made her gag hard.

"Ghlk... ghlk... hnnk!"

He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then began a steady rhythm. Each thrust pushed deep. Her hands stayed flat on the sheets beside her hips. She focused on breathing through her nose when she could and swallowing when she could not. Spit ran from the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks, into her hair.

"Schlick... slurp... ahh."

Kael’s hands rested lightly on her breasts, not squeezing hard, just holding them while he used her mouth. The upside-down angle made every sensation sharper. She felt the pulse in his cock against her tongue, the way it thickened when he pushed especially deep. Her own body continued to respond against her will—thighs slick, breath uneven—but she kept her mind on the single fact that she had agreed to serve for a month. This was service.

He pulled free after several long minutes. Thick strings of spit stretched between her lips and the head of his cock. She coughed once, turned her head to the side, and dragged in air.

"Not done," he said.

He climbed onto the bed, turned her onto her side, and hooked one of her legs high. In the next motion he settled the opposite way so his face was level with her pussy and his cock rested in front of her mouth again.

Tsunade stared at the thick shaft for a second, then opened and took him in. At the same time she felt his breath against her folds. She tensed, expecting him to put his mouth on her, but for the moment he only watched while she worked.

"Mmm... slurp... lick."

She focused on the head, swirling her tongue, then sliding down as far as the new angle allowed. Her hand wrapped the base and stroked in time with her mouth. Wet sounds filled the space between their bodies—gluck and schlick and the soft wet noise of her own arousal only inches from his face.

Kael’s tongue finally touched her. A single slow lick from bottom to top. She jerked, lips tightening around him, and a muffled sound escaped.

He did it again, slower. Then he closed his mouth over her and sucked.

The dual sensation nearly broke her concentration. She tried to keep the rhythm on his cock steady even as his tongue pushed inside her and his lips sealed around the sensitive peak. Her hips wanted to move. She forced them still.

"Gluck... gluck... slurp... mwah."

Spit ran down his length onto her wrist. Her own wetness coated his chin. He ate her with the same deliberate pace she used on him—long strokes of the tongue, firm suction, occasional soft bites that made her thighs tremble. Every time she took him deeper he rewarded her with a harder suck or a deeper thrust of his tongue.

She felt him swell against her palate. The warning signs were clear. She prepared to pull off, but his arm locked around her thigh and kept her in place.

"Take it," he said against her skin, voice muffled.

She did. Thick pulses filled her mouth. She worked her throat and took them one after another until there was nothing left.

"Mmm... gulp... gulp."

Only then did he release her leg. She stayed on her side for a moment, breathing hard, lips still shiny, the taste of him heavy on her tongue. Kael rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling, one hand resting on her hip.

Tsunade wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sat up slowly. The maid skirt was still tangled around her waist. Her ass still burned from earlier. Between her legs she was wet and sensitive in a way she refused to examine.

She had done what was required. That was all.

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