Chapter 158: Fuck Tsunade [2] 18+

Kael stayed buried inside her, the pillow still under her hips, and shifted without pulling out. He rose onto his hands, arms locked straight, body held above her. Tsunade’s legs fell open to either side. He guided her knees up until they rested against his waist, then spread his own knees wider on the mattress. The new angle let him roll his hips freely, deep and controlled.

She felt every inch of the change. The head of his cock dragged along her front wall on every stroke, a slow, deliberate friction that made her breath catch. Her hands, suddenly free, settled on his chest. The hard muscle under her palms flexed with each movement. She slid them lower almost without thinking, fingers spreading over the tight curves of his ass, holding on as he moved.

"Mmm... ahh... hah..."

The sounds left her before she could lock them away. Kael kept the pace steady at first—long, measured thrusts that bottomed out with a soft, wet sound against her.

"Schlick... schlick..."

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

Her fingers dug harder into him. The position left her completely open. She could feel the full length of every withdrawal, the heavy press of every return, the way her own body grew slicker around him with each pass. Sweat beaded on his shoulders and dropped onto her breasts. She watched one droplet run down the valley between them and disappear. Her mind kept trying to pull back from the moment.

This is wrong. He’s barely more than a boy. You’re the Hokage. You’re supposed to be the adult here.

Yet her hips lifted to meet him anyway. Decades of nothing had left her body starved, and now it answered every stroke like it had been waiting for exactly this. The shame sat heavy in her chest, but the heat between her legs was heavier.

He fucked her like that for a long time, never rushing, letting the pleasure build in slow, thick layers. Her moans grew less restrained no matter how hard she tried to swallow them.

"Ahh... yes... deeper..."

The words shocked her even as they left her mouth. She turned her face to the side, eyes closing, as if that could hide the truth of what she was feeling. Kael only adjusted the angle slightly and kept going, the wet sounds growing louder as her body betrayed her further.

When her thighs started to tremble he eased out just far enough to reposition. He pushed her legs higher, folding them toward her chest until she could hook her hands behind her own knees and hold them there. Kael knelt between her spread thighs, feet touching behind him, and leaned forward until her calves rested over his shoulders and her ankles crossed behind his neck. His hands slid under her arms and cupped the back of her head, lifting it slightly off the mattress.

The first thrust in the new angle punched a sharp cry from her throat.

"Ahh! Oh god—"

He was deeper than before. Every stroke bottomed out hard against places that had not been touched in years. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the quiet room.

"Pap-pap-pap-pap..."

"Ah-ah-ah-ah! Wait—ngh!"

Tsunade’s grip on her own legs tightened until her knuckles ached. The position left her almost folded in half, completely open to whatever rhythm he chose. She could feel the stretch, the pressure, the way her walls fluttered and clenched around him without her permission. Kael used the leverage of his hands under her shoulders to pull her onto each thrust while his hips drove forward. The wet sounds turned thicker, filthier.

"Squelch... schlick... squelch..."

"Hah... hnn... can’t... ahh!"

Her thoughts scattered and reformed in broken pieces. She had agreed to the bet. One week. She had told herself she would endure it, keep her dignity, wait it out. But dignity felt very far away with her legs locked around his neck and his cock driving into her so deep she could barely breathe. The pleasure kept rising anyway—hot, sharp, unwanted and desperately wanted at the same time. After so many dry years the sensation of being filled, stretched, used, was almost too much to process.

She could feel herself climbing again, the pressure coiling low and tight in her belly. Her walls fluttered harder around him with every deep stroke. Kael’s breathing stayed controlled, but the muscles in his back and shoulders stood out under her calves. She watched them flex and hated how much the sight affected her.

He shifted once more before she could tip over the edge. Her legs came down. He settled fully on top of her, his own legs open, weight braced on his forearms. The classic angle returned, but looser, more open. Their chests pressed together. Her breasts flattened against the hard plane of his torso. Her hands found his back and slid lower almost of their own accord, palms settling on the hard curves of his ass, holding him inside her.

They were close enough to share every breath. Kael kissed her—slow, deep, tongue sliding against hers while his hips kept moving in steady, grinding circles that rubbed the base of his cock against her clit on every pass. The dual sensation made her moan into his mouth.

"Mmm... ahh... yes..."

She kissed him back. That was the part that shamed her most. Not the way her body opened for him, not the wet sounds or the way her hips lifted to meet each thrust—but the fact that she returned the kiss. That she let her tongue move with his. That some starved part of her wanted the closeness as much as the friction.

The kisses turned messier as the pace increased. Soft wet sounds of mouths mixed with the wetter sounds below.

"Schlick... schlick... pap..."

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

Tsunade’s legs wrapped around him again, heels pressing into the backs of his thighs. She could feel the exact moment his rhythm started to falter—the thrusts growing shorter, harder, less controlled. The knowledge of what was coming sent a fresh wave of conflict through her.

"I’m cumming," he said against her mouth.

Her eyes flew open. Panic cut through the haze. "Outside—Naruto, do it outside—"

He did not pull away. One more deep thrust seated him fully. She felt the first thick pulse, then the next, heat flooding her in heavy spurts while her own body clenched around him in helpless response. The sensation of being filled so completely dragged a broken cry from her throat.

"Ahh—!"

Kael kept her locked against him through every pulse, hips grinding in small circles until the last of it was spent. Only then did he still, forehead resting against hers, both of them breathing hard.

Tsunade lay under him, full, marked, the evidence of what he had done already beginning to leak around the base of his cock. Her heart hammered. Shame and lingering pleasure twisted together until she could not tell them apart. She had told him to pull out. He had ignored her. And some traitorous part of her body had tightened around him the moment she felt him spill, as if it wanted exactly that.

She stared at the ceiling over his shoulder, chest rising and falling, legs still weakly wrapped around him. The week was still young. She had no idea how she was going to survive the rest of it without losing whatever pieces of herself she still had left.

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