Chapter 159: Fuck Tsunade [3] 18+

Kael pulled out of her slowly. The loss left her feeling emptied and oversensitive at once. A thick trickle of what he had left inside followed the withdrawal and ran down the curve of her ass. Tsunade stayed on her back for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather the scattered pieces of herself. The week had only just begun and already she could feel the shape of her own resolve fraying.

He did not give her long.

"Turn over."

She moved because the alternative was being moved. On shaky limbs she shifted until she was on her knees at the edge of the mattress, breasts pressed to the sheets, head resting on her folded arms. Her legs spread without her having to be told. The position left her completely exposed—ass raised, the wet evidence of the last round still visible between her thighs.

Kael knelt behind her on the bed. His hands settled on the soft flesh of her cheeks, thumbs pressing into the muscle, spreading her open. He stroked her once, twice, as if inspecting what belonged to him for the week, then guided himself back to her entrance.

He pushed in with one smooth thrust. The angle was different—shallower at first, then deeper as he used his grip on her hips to pull her back onto him. Tsunade’s breath left her in a broken rush.

"Mmm... ahh..."

He set a steady rhythm, rolling her hips back and forth with his hands while his own stayed mostly still. Each pull brought her onto him fully; each release let her rock forward until only the head remained inside. The wet sounds of it were soft and continuous.

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

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

Her forehead pressed harder into her arms. The sheets smelled like sex and leftover soap from the shower. She tried to keep her mind on the practical facts—one week, a lost bet, nothing more—but her body kept undercutting the effort. Every deep slide dragged against places that still felt raw from earlier, and the rawness only made the pleasure sharper. She hated how easily she grew wetter around him, how the evidence of her body’s cooperation coated his cock and made the next thrust louder.

Kael’s hands never left her ass. He squeezed, spread, occasionally delivered a light slap that made her jolt and clench around him. The clench only encouraged him to pull her back harder.

"Ahh... no—"

The contradictory words slipped out before she could stop them. Shame followed immediately. She bit the inside of her wrist and tried to stay quieter, but the next series of thrusts dragged fresh sounds from her throat anyway.

He kept her there for a long stretch, never increasing the pace, simply using the position to take her as deep as the angle allowed. Sweat began to gather at the small of her back. Her knees ached against the mattress. Still he moved her on and off his cock with patient, relentless control.

When he finally pulled out she almost sagged with relief. It lasted only seconds.

Kael stepped off the bed, caught her by the waist, and guided her across the short distance to the chair near the wall. He turned it so the back faced the open room, then positioned her on her knees on the seat. She leaned forward until her chin rested on the top of the backrest, palms flat on the seat for balance. The posture forced her back into a deep arch and presented her ass clearly.

He stood behind her, one foot on the floor, the other bent and braced on the chair’s edge for leverage. One hand fisted in her hair close to the scalp and pulled her head back. The other guided his cock between her folds again.

He drove in hard.

"Ahh—!"

The sudden depth combined with the sharp pull on her hair tore the cry from her. He did not ease up. His hips snapped forward in short, aggressive thrusts while the hand in her hair kept her arched and open. Every few strokes his free hand cracked across one cheek, then the other.

"Smack—smack—smack—"

"Ah-ah-ah—fuck—ngh!"

The dual pain—scalp and ass—bled straight into the building heat between her legs. Tsunade’s eyes watered. She gripped the seat harder, knuckles white, and tried to remember how to breathe. Each thrust forced her forward against the chair back; each pull on her hair dragged her upright again. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, filthier.

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

"Hah... hnn... hurts—ahh—don’t stop—"

She heard the last two words leave her mouth and wanted to take them back immediately. The conflict twisted sharper. She was the Fifth Hokage. She had faced down missing-nin and legends. And here she was on her knees on a chair, hair pulled, ass stinging, moaning for a boy young enough to be her grandson to keep going. The shame should have cooled her. Instead it seemed to feed the ache.

Kael’s rhythm stayed hard and relentless. He pulled her hair higher, forcing her back into a deeper curve, and fucked into her with short, punishing strokes that made her breasts swing and her breath stutter.

"Ahh! Oh god—Naruto—"

The name came out broken. He answered with another sharp slap across her already-red cheek and a deeper thrust that punched the air from her lungs.

When he finally released her hair she slumped forward, chin still on the chair back, panting. He pulled out, left her empty and throbbing, and moved her again before her legs could fully remember how to hold her.

He set her on the floor this time—on her hands and the balls of her feet, elbows and knees slightly bent, ass pushed high. The position was demanding; her thighs trembled almost immediately from the strain of holding it. Kael stepped behind her, feet planted wide, knees bent, and leaned forward. Both hands settled on her hips. He pushed back inside in one long slide.

"Squelch—"

"Mmmph—!"

The angle was merciless. He used his grip to drag her onto every thrust, pulling her back to meet him so that each impact landed deeper than the last. Her arms shook. Her toes dug into the floorboards. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room without mercy.

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

"Uh... uh... uh... ahh—yes—"

Tsunade’s head hung between her arms. Sweat dripped from her chin to the floor. She could feel another climax building—unwanted, inevitable—coiling tighter with every deep stroke. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him in helpless rhythm. The knowledge that he was going to finish inside her again only made the coil tighter.

Kael’s breathing roughened. His hands flexed hard on her hips. The thrusts grew shorter, heavier, less controlled.

"I’m—"

"Outside," she managed, voice raw. "Please—outside—"

He ignored her the same way he had the time before. One final hard thrust seated him fully. She felt the first thick pulse, then the next, heat flooding her while her own body seized around him in a broken, shaking peak.

"Ahh—ahh—!"

He kept her locked against him through every spurt, grinding in small circles until there was nothing left. Only then did he still, both of them breathing hard, the room quiet except for the soft drip of what was already beginning to leak out of her and onto the floor between her feet.

Tsunade stayed in the leapfrog position because her limbs no longer trusted themselves to move. The week was still young. She had no idea how many more times she would end up like this—full, marked, and hating how much part of her had stopped wanting it to stop.

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