Chapter 168: Hinata’s Punishment [2] 18+

Kael stayed deep inside her, the plank position still locking their bodies together, and shifted his weight forward. He guided Hinata’s elbows beneath her so the upper half of her body lifted from the mattress. Her legs remained straight but open. He settled over her face to face, arms locked straight, legs together between hers, suspended above her like he was holding himself in a push-up while still buried to the hilt.

The new angle let him look straight into her eyes. Hinata’s cheeks were already flushed a deep pink. She tried to glance away, shy even now, but he lowered his head and caught her mouth in a slow kiss. When he began to move again the strokes were long and deliberate, the head of his cock dragging against her front wall on every pass.

"Mmm... ahh..."

The sound left her soft and startled, as if she still couldn’t quite believe she was allowed to make noise. Her hands rested lightly on his forearms, fingers curling and uncurling with each thrust. Kael kept the rhythm unhurried, giving her time to feel every inch. The wet sound of their joining was quiet in the dark room.

"Schlick... schlick..."

"Hah... Naruto..."

She whispered his name like a secret. Her pale eyes fluttered, half-lidded, but every time he sank deep they opened again to meet his. The shyness never fully left her face—there was still that timid little crease between her brows, the way her lower lip caught between her teeth whenever a stronger wave of pleasure hit—but her body told a different story. Her hips lifted to meet him in small, hesitant rolls. The heat around him grew slicker, tighter.

He kissed her neck, then the corner of her mouth, then her lips again, never breaking the steady pace. Minutes stretched. Hinata’s breath came in short, warm puffs against his cheek. Soft, broken sounds slipped out of her whenever he pressed especially deep.

"Ahh... mmm... it feels... so..."

She couldn’t finish the sentence. Embarrassment stole the rest of the words, but the way her legs trembled and her fingers tightened on his arms said enough. Kael adjusted the angle a fraction and watched her eyes go hazy. He kept her there on the edge for a long time, thrusting slow and deep, letting the pleasure build in thick, rolling layers until her soft moans turned continuous.

Only then did he ease out just far enough to slip a pillow beneath her hips. The lift changed everything. He settled between her spread thighs, arms braced straight on the edges of the pillow, legs slightly bent and open. Hinata’s calves came up and locked around his waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back. Her hands rose to his shoulders.

The first stroke in the new position made her gasp.

"Ahh—!"

Deeper. The pillow tilted her pelvis so he sank farther than before. Kael held himself there for a moment, fully sheathed, and kissed her while she adjusted. Hinata’s arms wound around his neck. She was still shy—her face turned slightly into his cheek as if she could hide from the intensity—but she didn’t ask him to stop. When he began to move again she met every thrust with a soft, open sound.

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

Their mouths stayed close, sharing breath. The wet slide of his cock in and out of her filled the quiet room with soft, rhythmic sounds. Hinata’s fingers flexed against his shoulders. Every time he bottomed out a small, involuntary moan escaped her, higher and sweeter than the last. She tried to muffle them against his skin, embarrassed by how much noise she was making, but he only kissed her more deeply and kept the same steady, thorough pace.

"It’s okay," he murmured against her lips. "Let me hear you." ℴ

Her cheeks burned brighter. Still, the next moan came freer, then the one after that. Kael felt her walls flutter and tighten in building waves. He slowed even further, dragging every stroke out until she was trembling beneath him, soft pleas falling from her mouth between kisses.

"Please... ahh... I can’t... mmm..."

He kept her suspended there, balanced on the knife-edge of release, for what felt like a long time. Only when her thighs began to shake uncontrollably did he shift again.

He guided her knees up toward her chest. Hinata’s hands came down to hold the backs of her own thighs, keeping herself open. Kael braced his arms on either side of her shoulders and settled into the deeper angle, knees apart, her calves resting over his shoulders and then sliding further until her legs draped around his neck. The position folded her almost in half and let him sink to the limit.

The first full thrust punched a sharp, startled cry from her throat.

"Ahh—Naruto—!"

He held still, giving her a moment. Her eyes were wide, glassy, the shyness still there but drowning under raw sensation. When he began to move the strokes were shorter, heavier, the wet sound of their joining louder in the quiet room.

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

"Hah... ahh... mmm—yes—"

Hinata’s head tipped back. Her hands tightened on her own thighs. Every deep drive dragged another open moan from her, the timid volume of earlier giving way to something freer even as her face stayed flushed with embarrassment. She liked it—there was no hiding that anymore—but the old reflex to stay quiet and small still warred with the pleasure he forced her to feel.

Kael leaned down and kissed her through it, swallowing the soft, broken sounds she kept making. The bed creaked faintly under the steady rhythm. Outside the room the rest of the Hyūga compound remained silent.

Then he felt it.

A presence just beyond the door. Small. Familiar. Hanabi.

The younger sister had returned with the blanket she had promised. Footsteps had stopped. Breathing was carefully controlled, but the new sensory awareness of Sage Mode picked her out clearly. Kael did not change pace. He kept thrusting into Hinata in long, deep strokes, letting her moans spill freely into the quiet hallway.

On the other side of the door Hanabi stood frozen, blanket forgotten in her arms. The soft, rhythmic sounds were unmistakable. When she finally leaned close enough to glance through the narrow gap she had left open earlier, the sight burned itself into her mind: her older sister on her back, legs spread wide and folded, a man buried between them, and Hinata’s face—shy even now—tilted in unmistakable pleasure.

Kael felt the spike of shock in the younger girl’s chakra and only drove deeper into Hinata, claiming her thoroughly while her soft, helpless moans continued to fill the room.

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