Chapter 189: Mother [9] 18+

Kael lifted her off her feet and threw her onto the bed. Kushina landed on her stomach with a soft bounce, red hair spilling across the sheets. Before she could push herself up he was already over her, knees bracketing her thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance. One hard thrust seated him inside her to the root. The sound that left her throat was half gasp, half moan.

He settled into the rhythm immediately—deep, steady strokes that forced her body forward across the mattress with every impact. Kushina’s elbows bent; she lifted her upper body just enough to keep her chest off the sheets, back arched, the new angle letting him drive even deeper. The wet schlick of their joining filled the room. Soft, broken "ah... ah... uh..." sounds slipped out of her in time with his hips.

Kael gathered a fistful of her hair and turned her head sharply to the side so she had no choice but to look at him. His face was close, eyes dark, breath hot against her cheek.

"Tell me who your owner is, bitch."

Kushina’s lips parted but nothing came out except another shaky moan. He kissed her roughly, teeth catching her lower lip, tongue pushing into her mouth while his hips never stopped moving. When he pulled back he tightened the grip in her hair until her scalp stung.

"Tell me who your owner is, bitch."

"Naruto... please..."

The word please was soft, almost lost under the sound of skin meeting skin. Kael’s free hand came down hard across the curve of her ass. The crack was loud. A vivid red print bloomed instantly on her skin. Kushina cried out, body jerking, inner walls clenching hard around him.

He used the grip in her hair to haul her up onto her hands and knees. Her back arched instinctively. Feet close together, palms flat on the mattress, she stayed open for him while he knelt behind her and drove back in with a single powerful thrust. One hand stayed locked in her hair; the other settled on her waist, pulling her back onto him in counterpoint to every snap of his hips.

"Tell me."

Each demand came timed to a particularly deep thrust. Kushina’s moans had gone continuous—high, breathless, broken only by the occasional choked sob when he angled sharper or pulled her hair tighter. The wet sounds grew louder. Sweat slicked the small of her back. Every time his hips met her ass the earlier handprint flared with fresh heat.

"Ah—! Naruto—wait—"

He only fucked her harder, using the fistful of red hair like a rein to keep her exactly where he wanted her. The position left her with nowhere to go. All she could do was take it, arms trembling, thighs shaking, voice rising with every impact.

"Tell me who you belong to."

Something finally cracked. Kushina’s head tipped back as far as the grip in her hair would allow. The words tore out of her on a broken shout.

"You are! I’m my son’s bitch—ah—!"

Kael’s smile was sharp and satisfied. He released her hair only long enough to shift their bodies again. He guided one of her knees forward so she was half-kneeling, torso folded low over her bent elbows, the other leg stretched back between his. The new angle was tighter, deeper. He gripped her raised hip with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, pinning her in place while he drove into her with short, punishing strokes.

Kushina’s moans turned raw. The submissive position left her completely open and controlled. Every thrust forced a fresh sound out of her throat—uh... uh... ah... fuck—until the words lost shape entirely. He kept her there until her supporting arms threatened to give out, until the only thing holding her up was the grip he had on her hip and neck.

Only then did he pull free, sit back against the headboard, and drag her into his lap facing him. Kushina’s legs went around his waist on instinct. He lifted her just enough to notch himself against her entrance and then pulled her down, burying himself in one smooth motion. Her forehead dropped to his. Their mouths met in a messy, open kiss while he started to rock her on his cock.

The face-to-face position let him feel everything—the flutter of her walls, the way her breath hitched every time he bottomed out, the helpless little sounds she fed directly into his mouth. Kushina’s arms wound around his neck. She began to move with him, rising and falling in a steadily building rhythm. Soft, wet kisses turned deeper, more desperate. When she pulled back just enough to breathe her tongue stayed out, pink and glistening, eyes half-lidded and unfocused.

The last of the resistance had burned away. There was no mother left in the way she looked at him, no shame left in the way she chased her own pleasure on his cock. She bounced harder, tits moving with every drop of her hips, soft ahegao tongue still hanging out while broken moans spilled around it.

"Cum inside me," she whispered against his mouth, voice wrecked. "Please—cum inside me—"

Kael growled low in his throat and kissed her like he meant to devour her. His hands clamped on her ass, taking control of the rhythm, slamming her down onto him in short, brutal strokes. Kushina’s cry of release was swallowed by his mouth. Her whole body locked up, walls clamping and fluttering wildly around him. The perfect, rhythmic pressure dragged him over the edge a second later. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her in thick, pulsing waves while she kept shaking through her own orgasm.

They stayed locked together afterward, foreheads pressed, breathing shared and ragged. Cum slipped out around him with every small aftershock that ran through her. Kushina’s fingers were still twisted in his hair. Her tongue had finally slipped back into her mouth, but her eyes remained glassy and distant, the earlier fight nowhere to be found.

Kael brushed a sweat-damp strand of red hair away from her face and kissed her once more, slower this time, almost gentle.

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