Chapter 174: Hanabi [5] 18+

Hanabi lay beneath him, chest heaving, the fresh heat of his release still pulsing inside her. Tears had dried on her temples. The protests about her sister, about stopping, about pregnancy—all of them still sat on her tongue, but the weight of what had already happened pressed heavier. He had come inside her again and again. Leaving now would change nothing about the seed already flooding her womb. The realization settled like a stone in her stomach, cold and final.

Kael eased out of her only long enough to sit back on his knees and pull her up with him. He arranged them so they faced each other, both kneeling close enough that their chests nearly touched. One of his arms locked firmly around her waist. Hanabi’s left arm rose almost without thought and settled around his neck; her right hand reached down, caught her own ankle, and drew her leg up so that she leaned back slightly. The motion opened her chest completely, presenting her full breasts to him.

He slid back into her in one smooth thrust. The angle was intimate and deep. Kael kept his back straight and began to move his hips in steady, rolling strokes while his free hand rose to cup and caress the soft, heavy weight of her breast. His thumb brushed the still-sensitive nipple in slow circles.

"Ahh... nnh..."

The sound left her before she could stop it. Hanabi’s head tipped back. Every upward roll of his hips pressed him against a place that sent fresh sparks racing up her spine. She could feel the wet heat of their earlier rounds slicking every stroke, making the glide effortless and filthy. His hand never stopped moving over her breast—squeezing gently, lifting the soft flesh, pinching the peak just enough to make her breath catch.

Minutes stretched. The wet sound of their joining filled the quiet room in a soft, continuous rhythm.

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

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

She still said his name like a protest, but the edge had dulled. Her body was learning the shape of him, the exact way he dragged against her walls on every stroke. The guilt remained—sharp, constant—but beneath it something newer and more dangerous uncoiled: the simple, traitorous pleasure of being filled and touched without restraint. Her hips began to meet his in small, instinctive motions. She told herself she was only trying to finish this faster. The lie sat hollow even in her own mind.

Kael’s mouth lowered to the breast he held. He closed his lips around the nipple and sucked, tongue lashing the trapped peak while his hips kept their steady rhythm. Hanabi’s arm tightened around his neck. A longer, open moan spilled out of her. Her free hand flexed on her own ankle, holding the leg higher so he could sink even deeper.

He spent a long time like that—thrusting, caressing, sucking—until her thighs trembled and her soft cries turned continuous. Only then did he shift their balance.

Kael leaned back slightly on his knees and guided her forward so she faced him fully. Hanabi’s legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back. Her arms wound around his neck. He supported her with both hands at her waist and lifted her just enough to adjust the angle before lowering her onto his cock again. The new position let him sink impossibly deep. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, soft and hot.

He began to move her on him with controlled strength, short upward thrusts of his hips matched by the guiding pull of his hands. At the same time his mouth found the upper curve of one breast, kissing, licking, biting lightly across the soft flesh.

"Ahh—! Hah... nnh..."

Hanabi’s head fell back. The depth stole her breath. Every time he lifted her and dropped her again the thick length of him dragged against places that made her vision spark at the edges. Her heavy breasts swayed and bounced between them. Kael’s hands flexed on her waist, then slid lower to grip the full cheeks of her ass, spreading her so he could thrust even deeper.

The pleasure built in thick, relentless layers. Hanabi could feel herself climbing again—helpless, inevitable. The guilt still whispered that she was betraying her sister, that she should demand he stop, but her body had stopped listening. Her arms tightened around his neck. Soft, broken sounds left her with every stroke.

"Uh... uh... ahh... it feels... too much..."

He kept the same deep, grinding pace, mouth open against her breast, until her whole body went taut. When the climax finally broke she cried out against his shoulder, walls fluttering and clenching around him in long, rhythmic pulses. Kael held her through it, never stopping the small rolling motions of his hips, drawing the orgasm out until she shook in his arms and fresh tears—of overload this time—slipped down her cheeks.

He gave her only a moment to recover before he moved them once more.

Kael remained kneeling, back straight. He guided Hanabi so she faced him, one knee down on the mattress beside his thigh, the other leg bent with her foot planted for leverage. One of his arms wrapped firmly around her back; the other hand settled on the soft curve of her ass, holding her close. Hanabi’s arms went around his neck and her head dropped to his shoulder as if her neck could no longer support it. The position left her open and supported, her full breasts pressed to his chest, the side of her neck completely exposed to his mouth.

He thrust up into her in steady, deep strokes. The hand on her ass pulled her onto every one. His lips found the sensitive skin beneath her ear and opened there, kissing, sucking, breathing hot against her while he fucked her.

"Hah... ahh... Naruto... nnh..."

Hanabi’s fingers dug into his shoulders. The angle made every stroke feel thicker, more inescapable. Soft flesh of her ass flexed under his palm. Her big breasts rubbed against his chest with every movement, nipples dragging over his skin. The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting filled the room again.

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

Something inside her shifted. The guilt had not vanished, but the pure, overwhelming response of her body had grown louder than the shame. She had never felt any of these things before tonight—never been stretched so full, never been held so completely, never had her breasts and ass and neck worshipped while a man moved inside her like he had all the time in the world. Her hips began to roll to meet him of their own accord. The soft, continuous moans spilling from her throat no longer sounded like protests.

Kael’s rhythm grew heavier, less controlled. She felt him swell inside her. The knowledge that he was close sent a answering coil of heat tight through her belly. Her arms tightened around his neck. In the heat of the rising peak she did something she had not planned: she turned her head and sought his mouth, kissing him with sudden, open desperation.

The kiss was clumsy and hungry. Kael answered it at once, tongue sliding against hers while he thrust up hard and deep. The dual sensation—his cock driving into her, his mouth claiming hers—pushed her over the edge. Hanabi came with a broken cry into the kiss, walls clamping down around him in powerful waves. The rhythmic clenching pulled him with her. Kael growled against her lips and buried himself to the hilt, flooding her for the third time that night in thick, hot pulses while their bodies locked and shook together.

They stayed joined, mouths still pressed together, while the last tremors faded. Hanabi’s mind slowly filtered back through the haze of pleasure. The heat of the moment cooled just enough for awareness to return. She pulled her head back slowly, lips swollen, breath uneven—and froze.

Hinata stood in the doorway of the room.

Her older sister’s pale eyes were wide, fixed on the exact place where Hanabi still sat impaled on Kael’s cock, arms around his neck, body flushed and marked and dripping with everything he had left inside her.

Hanabi’s voice came out small and shattered.

"Big sister..."

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