Chapter 160: Fuck Tsunade [4] 18+

Tsunade stayed on her hands and the balls of her feet for a long moment after he pulled out, the last thick trickle of what he had left inside her already running down the inside of one thigh. Her arms shook. Her breath came in short, uneven pulls. She finally managed to sit back on her heels and look at him over her shoulder.

"What will you do if I become pregnant?"

The question came out rougher than she intended. Kael only smiled, still half-hard, sweat cooling on his skin.

"Then I’ll marry you."

She let out a short, tired sound that might have been a laugh if she had any energy left for it. An old woman like her. The idea was ridiculous. Her body had not worked that way in years; she was long past the age when such things were a real concern. She pushed the thought away and tried to stand. Her legs nearly folded. Too many climaxes, too much stretch, too much of everything. She was not a kunoichi fresh out of the Academy. Her body had limits, and she could feel herself brushing against them.

Kael was already behind her. His arms slid around her waist, steadying her, then one hand caught both of her wrists and drew them behind her back. The other guided his cock between her slick folds again.

He pushed in with one smooth thrust. The angle forced her to bend forward at the waist, knees soft, weight balanced on the balls of her feet. His grip on her wrists kept her arms locked at the small of her back. She had no leverage, nowhere to go.

"Mmm... ahh—"

He started moving at once—deep, steady strokes that used the full length of her. Each thrust rocked her forward; each withdrawal left her aching for the next. The wet sound of it was soft and constant.

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

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

Tsunade’s head hung forward. Sweat dripped from the tip of her nose to the floor. The position left her completely open to whatever pace he chose, and he chose unhurried dominance. He kept her wrists pinned and fucked into her with patient, relentless control, the head of his cock dragging against her front wall on every pass. Fresh heat built low in her belly despite the exhaustion. She hated how reliably her body answered him.

"Ahh... yes—no—Naruto—"

The contradictory words slipped out again. Shame followed, but the shame only seemed to tighten the coil inside her. He held her like that for a long time, never speeding up, simply using the restraint of her arms and the bend of her body to take exactly what he wanted. Her thighs trembled. Her breath grew shorter. Still he moved.

When he finally released her wrists she almost pitched forward. He caught her by the hips, steadied her, and guided her into the next shape without letting her rest.

He turned her, then pressed between her shoulder blades until she folded completely at the waist. Her legs stayed wide, wider than her shoulders. She reached down and managed to rest her elbows on the floor, forehead nearly touching the boards. The position left her ass high and completely presented. Kael stepped in behind her, knees soft, and settled his hands on the small of her back.

He pushed in again.

"Ahh—!"

The angle was extreme. Every stroke sank deeper than the last, the wet slap of his hips against her louder in the quiet room.

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

"Ah-ah-ah—fuck—ngh!"

Blood rushed to her head. Her arms shook from the effort of holding the fold. Kael’s hands stayed firm on her lower back, keeping her exactly where he wanted her while he fucked into the tight, slick heat of her. The stretch burned in the best and worst way. She could feel another climax threatening already—unwanted, inevitable—coiling tighter with every deep thrust.

"Hah... hnn... can’t... ahh—"

She tried to straighten once. His palms pressed her back down without effort. He kept the rhythm steady and deep, using the folded position to bottom out against her again and again. Wetness ran down the insides of her thighs and dripped to the floor. The sound of it mixed with the heavier sound of skin meeting skin.

"Squelch... schlick... pap..."

"Ahh! Oh god—deeper—"

The plea embarrassed her even as it left her mouth. She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper and tried to stay quieter, but the next series of thrusts dragged fresh, broken noises from her throat anyway. Her vision swam at the edges from the blood in her head and the rising heat. She was so close—too close—when he finally eased out and let her unfold.

Her legs nearly gave. Kael steered her the short distance to the side of the bed before they could.

He set her on her outstretched arms beside the mattress, then guided her knees to bend until the soles of her feet rested on the edge of the bed itself. The posture left her back arched, ass pushed high and open. Kael stepped in behind her, threw one leg over her calf for leverage, and pressed the front of his thighs flush to the backs of hers. Both hands settled on her waist. He leaned forward slightly and pushed in to the hilt in one long slide.

"Squelch—"

"Mmmph—!"

The fit was tight, almost too deep. He used the grip on her waist to pull her back onto every thrust, short and heavy, the wet sound of it filthy and continuous.

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

"Uh... uh... uh... ahh—yes—"

Tsunade’s arms shook. Her feet pressed hard into the mattress for any scrap of stability. She could feel him swelling, the rhythm growing less controlled. The knowledge of what was coming sent a last, weak protest through her.

"Outside," she managed, voice wrecked. "Please—"

He ignored it the same way he had every time before. A 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 trembling, overstimulated peak that left her vision white at the edges.

"Ahh—ahh—!"

Kael kept her locked against him through every spurt, grinding in small circles until there was nothing left. Only then did he still.

Tsunade’s arms gave out. She folded forward and would have hit the floor if he had not caught her under the arms. The multiple climaxes, the stretch, the sheer volume of what he had left inside her—everything caught up at once. Her limbs went loose. Consciousness slipped.

Kael lifted her without effort, carried her the two steps to the bed, and laid her down. He stretched out on his back and pulled her on top of him so her head rested on his chest, one of his arms draped loosely over her waist. The last thing she felt before sleep took her was the slow, steady beat of his heart under her cheek and the warm, wet evidence of everything he had done still leaking from her onto his thigh.

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