Chapter 172: Hanabi [3] 18+

Kael drove deep one final time and held her there as he came. Thick pulses flooded Hanabi’s insides. Her back arched hard against his chest, a broken, open cry tearing from her throat before she could stop it. He kept her locked on him through every spurt, grinding in small circles until the last of it left him. Only then did he loosen his hold and let her body sag forward onto the mattress.

Hanabi collapsed face-down, still trying to hide her features in the sheets, chest heaving. The wet heat of what he had left inside her began to trickle down one thigh. Shame and residual pleasure tangled so tightly she could barely think. She had to get out. Now. Before anything else happened. Before her sister woke.

She pushed up on shaky arms and tried to crawl toward the edge of the bed.

Kael’s hand closed around her ankle, then slid up to her hip. He pulled her back effortlessly, stood, and lifted her with him. One smooth motion seated him inside her again from behind while both of them remained standing.

Hanabi’s bare back pressed to his chest. Her toes barely touched the floor. Kael’s hands roamed freely—one cupping and squeezing the soft, heavy weight of her breast, the other gripping the full curve of her ass and pulling her onto every short, deep thrust. The angle made her feel every inch.

"Ahh... nnh... wait—"

She tried to twist her face away, still clinging to the hopeless idea that maybe he hadn’t truly seen her. Kael simply adjusted his stance and kept moving, using the grip on her breast and ass to control the rhythm completely. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room each time he sank into her.

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

"Please... slow down... hah..."

Her voice stayed low and fractured. Every thrust forced another shaky breath out of her. Kael’s fingers pinched and rolled her nipple until it tightened into a stiff peak, then moved to the other breast, treating both with the same thorough attention. His other hand never left her ass, kneading, spreading, occasionally delivering a light slap that made her jolt and clench around him.

She tried to slip forward, to create even an inch of space. He followed without effort, staying buried, mouth open against the side of her neck.

"You’re not going anywhere," he murmured, and punctuated the words with a deeper thrust that made her knees buckle.

Minutes stretched. Hanabi’s protests grew weaker, broken up by the helpless sounds he fucked out of her. Her big breasts swayed and bounced in his hands with every impact. The thick, firm cheeks of her ass flexed under his palm. She kept trying to turn her face into his shoulder or the air, still hiding even though it no longer mattered.

Kael decided she had hidden long enough.

He lifted her clean off the floor. Hanabi’s legs kicked once in surprise. He hooked his arms under her thighs, spreading her wide, and held her suspended in front of him so she was completely open. Her back remained to his chest; one of her arms hooked back over his shoulder for balance.

He walked them two steps forward until they stood directly in front of the tall mirror on the wall. The dim light was still enough. Hanabi’s eyes, half-lidded and glassy, met her own reflection. She saw the flushed face, the parted lips, the way her eyes had started to roll whenever he thrust especially deep. Her tongue had slipped out without her noticing. She looked exactly like Hinata had looked earlier—lost, open, ruined with pleasure.

Horror cut through the haze.

"You like what you’re seeing, Hanabi?"

Her whole body froze. The use of her real name landed like a strike.

"You... you know it’s me," she whispered, voice shaking. "Then stop. Please. I don’t want to destroy my sister’s... whatever this is. Please, Naruto, stop."

Kael answered by squeezing both of her heavy breasts hard enough to make her cry out, thumbs brushing the stiff nipples.

"You should have thought of that before you climbed into the bed and let me put it in," he said against her ear. "You already did the deed. Stopping now fixes nothing."

He resumed the deep, steady thrusts, using the suspended position to drive into her with short, powerful strokes. Hanabi’s reflection stared back at her—eyes wet, mouth open, breasts bouncing in his hands, the thick length of him disappearing into her again and again. She tried to look away. He only adjusted his hold and fucked her harder, forcing her to watch.

"Ahh—hah—please—Naruto—stop—"

"No."

Her big ass flexed against his hips with every impact. Soft flesh jiggled. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Hanabi’s protests dissolved into broken moans no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but her body kept tightening around him, slick and hot and unwilling to let go.

He changed the hold once more. Kael set her down only long enough to turn her, then lifted again. This time her back stayed to him, but he supported her under the stomach while she locked her arms backward under his, elbows bent, and hooked her knees high against his hips so her feet rested near his ass.

The position was demanding and intimate. He held her securely and resumed thrusting, the angle letting him sink impossibly deep. Hanabi’s head fell back against his shoulder. Fresh, open cries left her with every stroke.

"Uh... uh... ahh—Naruto—you have to stop—hah—my sister—"

He ignored every word. One hand stayed splayed across her lower belly, holding her in place; the other returned to her breasts, squeezing, pinching, caressing the full, soft weight of them as if he had all the time in the world. Her ass pressed flush to his hips. Every upward thrust made the heavy cheeks ripple.

"I’m going to cum," he said calmly.

Hanabi’s eyes flew wide in the mirror. "No—wait—not inside—please—"

Kael drove in to the hilt and held her there. The first thick pulse made her entire body jerk. He kept cumming, flooding her in heavy waves while she trembled and sobbed and clenched around him, the protest dying in her throat under the force of the sensation. He stayed buried until every drop was spent, mouth open against her neck, hands still moving possessively over her breasts and the soft curve of her stomach.

Only then did he slowly ease her down. Hanabi’s legs would not hold her. She sagged in his arms, full, marked, and shaking, the truth of what she had allowed—and what he had taken—settling over her with no way left to hide.

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