Chapter 163: Fuck Tsunade [7] 18+

Tsunade lost track of the hours after that.

One climax bled into the next until the light through the windows shifted from late afternoon gold to the deeper blue of evening without either of them noticing. Kael kept her on the sofa first, arranging her the way he wanted.

He sat with his back straight and legs spread wide. She straddled him facing forward, knees bent, heels braced on the outer edges of the seat for leverage. Her hands settled on his shoulders. His palms rested low on her back, steadying her as she rose and fell.

"Mmm... ahh..."

The wet sound of her taking him was soft and rhythmic.

"Schlick... schlick..."

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

She moved with less hesitation than the day before. Each downward slide seated him fully; each upward drag left her hovering on the head before she sank again. Kael watched her face—flushed, lips parted, the last remnants of resistance burned away by sheer repetition. When he wanted her deeper he simply pressed on her lower back and she followed the pressure without protest.

"Say it," he murmured.

Her eyes opened, hazy. "I want your cock."

He rewarded the words with a slow upward thrust that made her fingers dig into his shoulders. She kept riding him through two more peaks, the second one hard enough that her thighs shook and she had to drop her forehead to his. He did not finish. He only waited until her breathing evened, then lifted her off him and stood.

He turned the nearest chair around so its back faced the low table, sat astride it, and leaned his shoulders against the tabletop for support. Tsunade climbed on without being told, settling onto his cock so her legs mirrored his and her hands gripped the back of the chair. She leaned forward slightly. The angle was tighter, more intimate. Kael braced his elbows on the table and let her move.

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

"Ah-ah-ah—fuck—"

Her breasts swayed close to his face. He caught one nipple between his lips and sucked while she rode, the dual sensation dragging longer, broken sounds from her throat. The chair creaked under them. Outside, the village continued its evening routine; inside, the only sounds were wet skin and her increasingly open moans.

"Hah... hnn... Naruto—deeper—"

He gave her deeper. His hands slid to her ass and helped her drop harder, faster, until she clenched around him in another trembling climax and went briefly limp against his chest. Still he stayed hard inside her. When she could move again he eased her off, stood, and steered her toward the kitchen by the hips.

The counter was the right height. He bent her over it just long enough to push back in from behind and take a dozen hard strokes that made her palms slip on the clean surface.

"Squelch... schlick... pap—"

"Ahh—yes—ngh!"

Then he pulled out, turned her, and walked her the short distance to the bedroom while she was still shaking. The corner of the mattress became the next surface.

He laid her on her belly so her hips rested at the edge, elbows bent, palms flat on the sheets. Kael stood behind her, gripped the soft flesh of her ass, and lifted until her knees left the floor. She understood the rest—legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back. The position left her upper body braced on the bed and her lower half completely in his control.

He pushed in to the hilt.

"Ahh—!"

The depth was immediate and relentless. Every thrust used her own weight against her; every withdrawal left her empty for only a fraction of a second before he filled her again. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room.

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

"Ah-ah-ah-ah! Right there—fuck—"

Tsunade’s fingers curled in the sheets. Her head turned to the side, cheek pressed to the mattress, mouth open around continuous broken sounds. Kael kept the pace hard and steady, hands locked on her hips, using the leverage of the position to bottom out against her cervix on every stroke. She came once with a sharp cry, walls fluttering wildly, but he did not slow. He fucked her straight through it until the overstimulation made her sob into the sheets and push back against him anyway, chasing more.

"Mmm—ahh—can’t—hah—don’t stop—"

The light outside faded completely. Neither of them noticed. Kael changed the angle slightly, one foot braced on the floor frame for extra power, and kept going. Sweat ran down the line of her spine. Her voice grew hoarse. Still she took every thrust, legs locked around him, the last of her pride long since drowned in the steady flood of sensation.

He made her say the words again while he was buried deep.

"Do you want me to cum outside."

"Please—ahh—please cum inside me—"

Only then did his rhythm finally break. A handful of short, heavy strokes and he seated himself fully, flooding her in thick pulses while her body clenched and milked him through a final, shaking peak that left her limp.

"Ahh—ahh—!"

Kael stayed inside her until the last tremor passed. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle followed and ran down the inside of one thigh. He lowered her legs carefully, rolled her fully onto the bed, and stretched out beside her. Tsunade’s eyes were already half-closed, body spent past the point of speech. He brushed damp hair from her forehead and kissed her once, slow and proprietary.

She was asleep within minutes.

Kael lay awake a little longer, one hand resting on the curve of her hip, mind already turning over the plans he had for the next day. The week was more than half gone, but the shape of what he wanted from her had only grown clearer. By the time the bet ended she would not remember how to want anything else.

He closed his eyes and let sleep take him, the quiet house settling around them both.

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