Chapter 171: Hanabi [2] 18+

Kael stayed buried inside her from behind, the spooning position still locking their bodies together, and slowly shifted his weight. He guided Hanabi onto her stomach, coaxing her legs open and helping her rise onto her elbows so the upper half of her body lifted from the mattress. She kept her face turned away, cheek pressed to the pillow, determined not to let him see her clearly. Kael settled over her, knees between her spread thighs, arms braced on either side of her shoulders, hanging above her while still deep inside.

The first full stroke in the new angle made her breath hitch. He moved with long, deliberate thrusts, the head of his cock dragging against places that sent confusing sparks up her spine. Every time he sank deep a muffled sound escaped against the pillow.

"Nnh... uh..."

Hanabi’s mind raced even as her body betrayed her. She could still stop this. She could turn her head, speak, force him to see the truth. The guilt sat heavy in her chest—she was taking something that belonged to her sister, inserting herself into a private moment she had only meant to witness. Yet the memory of Hinata’s unconscious, blissful smile kept rising behind her eyes. That look of pure happiness. What would it feel like to let go the same way?

She chose confrontation.

Before she could twist around, Kael’s hand slid into her hair, gathered a firm fistful close to the scalp, and pressed her face firmly into the pillow. Only muffled noises escaped after that. He increased the pace, hips rolling in steady, deep strokes that forced the air from her lungs in short, rhythmic bursts.

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

The pillow drank every sound. Hanabi’s fingers clutched at the sheets. The stretch and the friction built faster now, heat coiling low in her belly despite the tears that leaked from the corners of her eyes. She tried to stay still, to give him nothing, but her hips twitched back to meet him in tiny, involuntary motions. The wet sound of their joining grew louder, slicker.

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

Kael kept her pinned like that for a long time, never easing the pressure on her head, never letting her turn. Each thrust bottomed out inside her. The dual sensation of being held down and filled so completely made her thighs tremble. She could feel herself climbing toward something sharp and inevitable, and the knowledge only made the guilt burn hotter.

He released her hair only long enough to shift positions again. Hanabi stayed face-down, arms stretched forward, legs still open. Kael knelt between her thighs, spread his own knees wide so that her legs bent and pressed back against her sides, and settled his weight over her. The new angle made her feel even more open, more claimed.

He began to move with short, grinding strokes, as if he were straddling her onto himself with every push. The depth was relentless. Hanabi’s muffled moans turned higher, more desperate. She kept her face buried in the pillow, hiding, even though part of her no longer remembered why the secrecy mattered so much. The pleasure was rising too fast, too strong for a body that had never felt anything like this before.

"Nnh—uh—uh—ahh—"

Her climax hit without warning. Her whole body locked, walls fluttering and clenching around him in tight, rhythmic pulses while a broken, pillow-smothered cry tore from her throat. Kael rode her through it, never slowing, drawing the orgasm out until her legs shook and fresh tears soaked the fabric under her cheek. Even then he did not stop. He kept the same deep, grinding pace while she trembled beneath him, oversensitive and still trying to hide her face.

Only when the last aftershocks faded did he ease out and sit back on his heels. Hanabi stayed limp for a moment, breathing hard. Before she could gather the strength to move or speak, he reached down, hooked his hands under her arms, and pulled her up and back until she sat astride his lap, her back to his chest. One of his arms slid under her knees; the other supported her weight as he lifted her just enough to notch himself against her entrance again and lower her onto his cock in one smooth motion.

Hanabi’s head fell back against his shoulder. A fresh, open moan left her before she could stop it. Kael held her securely and began to move her up and down on his length with controlled strength, the angle letting him sink deep on every downward stroke. His mouth found the side of her neck, kissing, nipping, breathing warm against her skin.

"Ahh... uh... uh... nnh..."

She tried one last time to twist her face away, to keep him from seeing her clearly in the dim light, but the position left her exposed. One of her hands gripped his thigh for balance; the other fluttered uselessly over her own stomach and breast as if she could shield herself from the intensity. Her moans never stopped now. Every lift and drop dragged another helpless sound from her throat. The wet slap of her body meeting his filled the quiet room.

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

Kael kept the rhythm steady and deep, mouth open against her neck, letting her feel every inch. Hanabi’s eyes stayed squeezed shut. Guilt and pleasure tangled so tightly she could no longer separate them. She had meant to confess. She had meant to stop this. Instead she was rocking on his cock, soft broken noises spilling out of her without restraint, still trying to turn her face into his shoulder so he would not look too closely and realize the truth.

He showed no sign of noticing. He only held her tighter and continued to move her on him, claiming her thoroughly while she trembled and moaned and hid.

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