Chapter 162: Fuck Tsunade [6] 18+

They left the alley together. The evening air felt cooler against skin still flushed from what had just happened. Tsunade walked a half-step ahead, green haori pulled straight, trying to look like the Hokage again. Kael matched her pace easily. Every few steps his hand drifted to the curve of her ass and squeezed—open, possessive, unconcerned with who might see.

"Stop that," she muttered, swatting at his wrist without real force. "We’re in the street."

He only squeezed again, harder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh he had spent the last days marking. She shot him a look that was more flustered than angry and kept walking. By the time they reached her front door her ears were pink.

Inside, the house was quiet and dim. Kael closed the door with his foot and reached for her at once. He kissed her while his hands worked the ties of her clothing, peeling the haori and the rest away until she stood bare in the entryway. She did the same to him, fingers less steady than usual, until nothing remained between them.

He sat on the wide sofa and pulled her down with him so she straddled his lap, face to face. Their mouths met again—slower this time, deeper. Tsunade reached between them, wrapped her hand around his cock, and guided him to her entrance without being told. She sank down in one smooth motion, taking every inch.

Her legs hung off either side of the sofa. Her back stayed straight. Arms closed around his shoulders. Kael’s hands settled on her waist and helped her rise and fall in a steady, rolling rhythm.

"Mmm... ahh..."

The wet sound of it was soft and continuous.

"Schlick... schlick..."

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

She moved like she had decided something in the alley and was no longer interested in pretending otherwise. Each downward slide seated him fully; each upward drag left her hovering on the head before she took him again. Kael watched her face—flushed, eyes half-lidded, the last of the sake long burned away.

"Say it," he said against her mouth.

She blinked. "Say what?"

"That you want my cock."

A flicker of the old resistance crossed her expression. He lifted her almost all the way off, then let her sink only halfway.

"Say it, Tsunade."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. "I... I want your... cock."

He rewarded her with a deeper thrust upward, grinding against the spot that made her breath hitch.

"Again. Louder."

"I want your cock—ahh—"

She started moving faster on her own, chasing the friction. Kael kept his hands on her waist but let her set the pace, only occasionally lifting her higher so she had to work for the next full stroke. The sofa creaked faintly under them. Her breasts swayed close to his face; he leaned in and caught one nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to draw another broken sound from her throat.

"Mmm... yes... Naruto—"

He released the nipple with a wet pop. "Tell me you want me to cum inside you."

She hesitated only a second this time. "Cum inside me."

"Good girl."

He shifted their position without leaving her body. Kael lay back along the sofa, head toward the armrest, legs bent and spread so his feet rested on the floor. Tsunade stayed astride him but turned, one knee on the cushion, the other foot planted on the floor. She leaned forward, hands braced on his chest, and began to bounce.

The new angle let her ass rise and fall in full view. Soft flesh jiggled with every drop. Kael’s hands locked on her cheeks, spreading them, guiding the rhythm so she took him deep on every stroke.

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

"Ah-ah-ah—fuck—"

"Say it again," he ordered, voice rough. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock—ngh—want you to cum inside me—"

The words came easier now, tumbled out between moans. She kept bouncing, the wet slap of her ass against his hips growing louder. Kael watched the place where they joined, watched himself disappear into her again and again, and felt the first warning coil at the base of his spine.

He sat up just enough to change the hold once more. Rocket. Her hands went behind her back, resting on his thighs for balance. He gripped her ass tighter and took over the movement, lifting and dropping her in short, heavy strokes that made her breasts bounce and her breath stutter.

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

"Hah... hnn... ahh—yes—"

"Say it like you mean it," he growled. "Tell me you’re my slave for the rest of this week."

Her eyes opened, glassy with pleasure and the last scraps of pride. For a moment the old Tsunade surfaced—legendary Sannin, Hokage, woman who did not take orders. Then another deep thrust dragged a helpless sound from her and the resistance crumbled.

"I’m your slave—ahh—please cum inside me—"

Kael’s rhythm broke. He pulled her down hard and held her there as he spilled, thick pulses flooding her while her own body clenched and shook around him in a trembling peak.

"Ahh—ahh—!"

Her walls fluttered and milked him through every spurt. He kept her seated fully, hips grinding in small circles until the last of it was spent. Only then did he relax his grip and let her sag forward against his chest.

Tsunade’s breath came in warm, uneven puffs against his neck. Her body still trembled with aftershocks. Kael stroked one hand down the length of her spine and kissed the damp hair at her temple, unhurried, proprietary.

He had tamed her. The week was no longer a debt she was enduring. It was becoming something she reached for. And he intended to make certain that by the time it ended she would not remember how to want anything else.

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