Chapter 165: Fuck Tsunade [End] 18+

The days that followed blurred into one long, unbroken stretch of heat and skin.

The sheets were still tangled from the night before. Kael woke first, found her already watching him, and kissed her without speaking. She answered by pulling him over her, legs parting easily. He slid into her in a single slow thrust and stayed there, buried deep, while their mouths moved together.

He took her in missionary first—long, deep strokes that made the mattress creak and her breath catch against his lips. Her hands roamed his back, nails tracing idle lines as the pleasure built in gradual waves.

"Mmm... ahh... Naruto..."

When her hips began to lift to meet him he rolled them both without pulling out, settling her astride him. She braced her hands on his chest and rode with a steady, rolling rhythm, head tipped back, gold hair spilling down her spine. The wet sound of her taking him filled the quiet room.

"Schlick... schlick..."

"Hah... yes... there..."

He let her set the pace until her thighs trembled, then sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and finished it with short upward thrusts while she clung to his shoulders and came with a broken sigh. They stayed joined afterward, foreheads touching, until he hardened inside her again and turned her onto her side. He took her like that—her leg hooked over his hip, his mouth on the back of her neck—until the sheets were a complete wreck and neither of them could remember what time it was.

Later they found their way to the bathroom. Steam rose around them as the shower ran. Kael pressed her back to the cool tiles and lifted one of her thighs high against his hip. The first thrust made her gasp; the second drew a longer, open moan that echoed off the walls. Water cascaded over their shoulders and down the place where their bodies met, making every stroke slicker.

"Ahh... mmm..."

He kept the angle deep and unhurried, one hand braced on the wall beside her head, the other steadying her thigh. When her standing leg began to shake he turned her to face the wall, guided her hands to the tiles, and took her from behind in slow, rolling thrusts that pressed her breasts to the wet surface. Her forehead rested against her arm. Soft, helpless sounds left her with every forward push.

"Hah... ahh... Naruto... deeper..."

He gave her deeper. The water ran cooler before either of them noticed. By the time he spilled into her she was trembling, voice hoarse from the steam and the pleasure, and they stayed under the spray until the last aftershocks faded.

Breakfast was an afterthought. He had her against the kitchen counter while the rice scorched forgotten on the stove. Tsunade sat on the edge, legs spread, heels braced on the cabinet doors. Kael stood between them and pushed into her with a single smooth motion that made her head fall back.

"Mmm—ahh—"

The height was perfect. He held her hips and moved in steady, deep strokes, watching the way her breasts swayed with every impact. The smell of burning rice mixed with the scent of sex. Neither of them cared. She braced her hands behind her on the counter and lifted her hips to meet him, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the small kitchen.

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

"Yes... hah... right there—"

When her arms began to tremble he lifted her completely, carried her two steps to the low table, and laid her back across it. He hooked her knees over his elbows and folded her open, driving deeper than before. The new angle dragged a sharp, rising cry from her throat. He kept the pace firm and relentless until she clenched around him in a shaking climax and he followed, spilling into her with a low groan while the forgotten pot on the stove smoked and filled the air with the bitter scent of ruined food.

Night came again. The house felt too warm, too full of the memory of what they had already done. Kael lifted her from the sofa without a word and carried her out the back door into the small walled garden. The air was cooler here, heavy with the scent of earth and the white night-blooming flowers that opened only after dark. He laid her down on the soft grass. She looked up at the narrow strip of sky between the walls and then at him, eyes soft.

He settled between her thighs and pushed into her slowly, the cool ground at her back a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. Her legs wrapped around his waist at once, heels pressing into the small of his back.

"Mmm... ahh..."

They moved together without hurry. The grass whispered under them. Somewhere beyond the wall a night bird called and fell silent. Kael braced his weight on his forearms and kissed her while he thrust—deep, measured strokes that made her breath stutter into his mouth. Her hands slid into his hair, holding him close.

"Naruto... hah... yes..."

When she came it was quiet, a long trembling sigh against his neck, her body tightening around him in rhythmic pulses. He followed soon after, burying himself fully and spilling into her while the flowers nodded on their stems above them and the night air cooled the sweat on their skin.

They stayed like that for a long time, still joined, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his back. Eventually he hardened inside her again. She only smiled against his shoulder and shifted her hips in invitation. He took her a second time on the grass—slower, deeper, one of her legs hooked high over his arm—until her voice broke once more and the garden learned the same sounds every room of the house already knew.

By the time they finally slept the sheets in the bedroom were beyond saving, the bathroom floor was still wet, the kitchen smelled of smoke and sex, and the grass in the garden carried the imprint of their bodies. Every corner of her home had learned the sound of her voice breaking on his name, and neither of them had any intention of teaching it to forget.

But it was the Hokage office that felt the most dangerous, and therefore the most intoxicating.

Late afternoon light poured through the wide window that looked out over the whole of Konoha. The village spread below them in tidy streets and red roofs, people moving like ants between the buildings. Kael had her naked already, the green haori and the rest of her clothing discarded across the desk. He lifted her easily, turned her so her back faced him, and pressed her forward until her breasts flattened against the cool glass.

The position left her knees drawn up toward her chest, legs spread just enough for him to step between them. He hooked his arms under her knees, then locked his hands behind her neck so she was folded and held open, completely supported by his strength and the window. Her cheek rested against the glass. From this height anyone who looked up might see the pale shape of a woman’s body pinned there.

He pushed into her in one smooth thrust.

"Ahh—"

The sound left her in a rush. Kael set a deep, steady rhythm, using the leverage of the hold to sink as far as her body would take him. Each stroke pressed her tighter to the glass; each withdrawal let her feel the cool surface against her overheated skin.

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

"Mmm... ahh... Naruto—"

Her breath fogged the window in small clouds. Below them the village continued its ordinary afternoon. A group of Academy students crossed the street. Two chūnin walked past with scrolls under their arms. No one looked up—yet.

"There are people below," she managed between thrusts. "If they look up... they can see me."

Kael’s mouth brushed the shell of her ear. "Do you want me to stop?"

She hesitated only a second. The answer came out soft and certain.

"No."

He rewarded the honesty with a harder thrust that dragged a longer moan from her throat. The glass was cool against her breasts and cheek; his body was hot against her back. He kept the pace deliberate, deep enough that every stroke bottomed out inside her, wet sounds loud in the quiet office.

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

"Hah... ahh... yes—"

Her fingers flexed uselessly in the air. The position left her with no purchase except the strength of his arms and the window itself. She could only take what he gave her. The risk of being seen only sharpened the pleasure; every distant voice from the street below made her clench around him. Kael felt it and slowed just enough to keep her hovering on the edge, then drove deeper again until her voice broke into open, helpless sounds.

"Mmm—ahh—Naruto—I’m—"

She came with a shudder that traveled through both of them, walls fluttering tight around his cock. He followed a moment later, burying himself fully and spilling into her in thick pulses while her body milked him through it. For a long moment he stayed locked against her, forehead resting on her shoulder, both of them breathing hard against the glass.

When he finally eased her down he did not pull out. He simply walked backward to her chair, sat, and settled her onto his lap still joined. Her back rested against his chest, legs spread wide over the arms of the chair, feet dangling. Her hands found the edge of the desk for balance. Kael’s palms settled on her waist and began to rock her slowly back and forth along his length.

"Schlick... schlick..."

"Ahh... mmm..."

The angle was shallower but constant. Every small movement rubbed him against the sensitive front wall. She leaned forward slightly, breasts swaying with the motion, and let him guide the pace. The wet evidence of the first round made everything slicker, louder. Outside, the light began to soften toward evening. Neither of them cared.

He kept her there until she came again—quieter this time, a long, trembling sigh as her head fell back against his shoulder. Only then did he lift her off, turn her, and guide her down to her knees between his spread legs.

Snake Charmer.

Kael sat on the edge of the chair, legs straight, arms braced on the rests, body leaned back. Tsunade settled between his thighs, hands resting lightly on them, and took him into her mouth. She was unhurried. Her tongue traced the underside, lingering on the places she had learned made his breath catch, before she sank deeper and let the head nudge the back of her throat.

"Mmm... gluck... slurp..."

He watched her through half-lidded eyes, one hand rising to rest in her hair—not forcing, only feeling the slow bob of her head. She alternated between long, wet strokes of her mouth and the softer caress of her hands, keeping him hard and aching until the dual sensation pulled a low sound from his chest. When he finally swelled against her tongue she did not pull away. She took him deeper, throat working, and swallowed every pulse as he came.

"Gluck... mmm..."

Only when he had finished did she ease back, lips shiny, and let him draw her up onto his lap again. She curled against him, head on his shoulder, one of his arms around her waist. Kael’s free hand stroked her hair in slow, idle passes, fingers moving through the gold strands as if he had all the time in the world.

The system window appeared quietly in the corner of his vision.

[Quest 16/100 : Make Tsunade a bitch] ✓

[Reward : Toad Sage Mode]

He read the words without surprise. The power settled into him like a new layer under the skin—deeper reserves of chakra, the faint sense of natural energy waiting to be called. Stronger again. Still not enough for everything that waited on the horizon, but closer.

Tsunade shifted against him, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck. Kael continued stroking her hair, the gesture proprietary and calm. The week they had agreed to was nearly over, yet neither of them mentioned endings. She rested in his arms as if she belonged there, and he held her the way an owner holds something he has no intention of releasing.

Outside the window the lights of Konoha began to flicker on, one by one, while the two of them stayed exactly where they were.

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4. Eida

5. Kushina & Mikoto

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