Chapter 183: Mother [3] 18+

Kael’s mouth stayed on hers, rough and demanding, tongue pushing deep. Kushina tried to speak between the kisses—small, broken attempts that never fully formed. When he finally pulled back just far enough for air she managed the words.

"We can’t do this, Naruto. We have to stop."

Her hands came up between them, palms flat against his chest, pushing with what little strength the lingering orgasm had left her. Kael looked down at her, eyes dark, making no move to rise.

"Why do we have to stop?"

"Can’t you see?" Her voice cracked. "A mother and a son can’t do this kind of thing."

He answered by lowering his head again. She turned her face away at the last second; his lips landed on her cheek instead. Kael simply caught her jaw with one hand, turned her back toward him, and claimed her mouth once more. The kiss was slower this time but no less certain. When he spoke it was against her lips.

"I don’t want to stop."

He shifted his weight, guided himself between her still-slick folds, and pushed forward in one long, steady thrust. Kushina’s back arched; a sharp gasp left her as the thick length filled her completely. She was already wet from his mouth and her earlier climax, yet the stretch still stole her breath.

Kael braced on his hands and arms above her, creating a stable frame that let him control every inch of depth and every shift of pace. Kushina lay beneath him, legs spread wide to accommodate his hips. The first few strokes were deliberate—slow enough that she felt the full drag of him against her inner walls, deep enough that the head kissed her cervix at the end of each thrust.

"Ahh... nnh..."

"Stop... honey... we can’t..."

He silenced her with a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then another to her cheek, then a third full on her lips. Each time she tried to form the protest again he simply kissed the words away and kept moving. His mouth traveled to the side of her neck, open and warm, sucking lightly at the pulse point while his hips maintained the same thorough rhythm.

Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet bedroom. The mattress creaked faintly under them. Kushina’s hands, which had been pushing at his chest, slowly lost their resistance; her fingers curled against his skin instead, then slid up to rest on his shoulders. She turned her head to give him more of her throat even as the quiet pleas continued.

"We shouldn’t... ahh... Naruto... let it be the last time..."

The words came out softer than she intended. Kael lifted his head, met her eyes, and answered with a deeper thrust that made her gasp. He reached down, caught one of her legs, and drew it outward alongside her body. His own leg rose and hooked over it. Then he did the same on the other side, locking their lower bodies in a tangled, intimate overlap that pressed him even closer.

The new angle made every stroke feel thicker. Kushina’s breath stuttered. Kael increased the pace—still controlled, but harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder in the room.

"Hah... ahh... wait... slower—"

He did not slow. He braced more of his weight on one forearm and used the other hand to stroke her hair back from her flushed face while he fucked her with steady, powerful thrusts. Her free leg flexed against his; soft broken moans replaced most of the protests. When she did manage to speak his name it sounded less like a warning and more like a plea she no longer fully understood.

After a long stretch he shifted again. Kael rose onto his knees between her thighs, caught both of her wrists, and pressed them gently but firmly to the mattress above her head. Kushina’s legs came up and closed around his waist almost on instinct, heels resting against the small of his back. The position folded her open and let him sink deeper than before.

He held her wrists in place and drove into her with long, claiming strokes. The depth forced soft, continuous sounds from her throat. Every thrust bottomed out inside her; every withdrawal left her walls clenching as if reluctant to let him go. Kael watched her face the entire time—the parted lips, the half-lidded eyes, the deep flush that spread from her cheeks down her neck.

"You look so beautiful, Mother."

The words landed like a spark. Kushina’s eyes widened; fresh color flooded her face. She turned her head as if she could hide from the intimacy of the title spoken while he was buried inside her, but he simply followed with his mouth, kissing her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her lips until she turned back to him. The conflict was plain in her expression—shame and hunger tangled so tightly she could no longer separate them—yet her legs stayed locked around his waist and her body continued to rise and meet every thrust.

Kael kept the same deep, relentless pace, wrists pinned, mouths brushing, while the quiet house around them remained unaware and the night stretched on.

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When I say stones you give me power...

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