Chapter 206: Konan [6] 18+

"Naruto?"

The name left Konan’s lips in a mix of shock and something dangerously close to relief. For a long second she simply stared at him, the noise of the festival market fading into a dull roar behind her. Part of her had been waiting for this exact moment since the night he walked out of her house. Another part still insisted she should push him away.

Kael’s mouth curved. "Miss me?"

The question hung between them. Konan’s thoughts scrambled, then finally lined up again. "What are you doing here?"

"Two reasons. First, friends dragged me to the market. Second..." He stepped closer. "I wanted to run into you."

Heat climbed her neck. "Why would you want to run into me?"

"Do you really need to ask?"

He turned her fully toward him, framed her face with both hands, and kissed her. The contact was immediate and deep—no testing, no hesitation. Konan’s back met the rough alley wall. His mouth moved against hers with steady hunger, and after a few stunned heartbeats she kissed him back. The days of restless nights and conflicting thoughts collapsed into the simple fact of his lips and the press of his body. The kiss went on and on, wet and open, until her lungs burned.

She finally tore her mouth away, breathing hard. "Wait—we shouldn’t do this here. What if someone sees us?"

Kael’s smile was slow. "Not here, huh? Sounds like you’d be fine doing it somewhere else."

"That isn’t what I meant."

He crowded her tighter against the wall, one of his legs sliding between hers, pinning her in place. "Look. No one can see us. They’re all walking past without a glance, and the crowd’s loud enough that no one would hear you even if you screamed."

Konan risked a glance toward the bright mouth of the alley. Festival-goers streamed by in a constant blur of color and sound—laughter, haggling, the clink of coins—but none of them turned their heads toward the shadowed gap. The privacy was real, thin as it was.

Kael’s hands were already at her waist. He hooked his fingers into her pants and dragged them down to her thighs in one motion. Cool air touched her skin. Before she could protest he slid two fingers between her legs and pushed inside. She was already slick.

"Ahhh—"

The moan escaped before she could stop it. Her hips jerked.

"Wait, Naruto—Yahiko and Nagato are still outside. What if they come looking for me?"

"Then they’ll find out who you chose." He worked his fingers deeper, slow and deliberate, the wet sound soft but unmistakable even under the market noise. When he pulled them free they glistened. "You’re more than ready for this, aren’t you?"

"It’s not like that."

He didn’t argue. He simply shoved his own pants down just far enough, hooked one of her legs up over his thigh, and guided himself to her entrance. One firm thrust seated him halfway. Konan’s head thumped back against the wall. A broken sound left her throat. He gripped her thigh, steadied her, and pushed the rest of the way in until his hips met hers.

"Ah—! Naruto..."

He started moving—slow at first, deep strokes that forced her to feel every inch. The standing position left her balanced on one foot, the other hooked high over his leg, her arms locked around his neck for support. He leaned down and closed his mouth over the upper curve of her breast through her clothes, then tugged the fabric aside enough to get at skin. Each thrust pressed her harder into the wall. The wet schlick of their joining mixed with the distant festival music.

"Ahhh... ahhh... wait... Naru—"

Her voice kept breaking. She tried not to look toward the crowd, terrified that if she met anyone’s eyes they would somehow know. Kael increased the pace. The impact of his hips grew sharper. Konan’s moans climbed with it—short, rhythmic, impossible to swallow completely.

"Ah—ah—Naruto—slower—"

He ignored the request and lifted her clean off the ground. Both of her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing behind him. His hands gripped her ass, supporting her weight while he drove up into her against the wall. The new angle sank him even deeper. Konan’s head tipped back. A louder cry tore free.

"Stick out your tongue," he said, voice rough against her ear.

Embarrassment flooded her face, but she did it. Kael claimed her mouth in a messy, open kiss, sucking on her tongue, sharing breath and spit while his hips kept slamming up into her. The dual sensation—being filled so completely and kissed so filthily—made her head spin. Soft, wet sounds filled the small space between them: the slap of skin, the glide of his cock, the muffled moans she fed directly into his mouth.

She clung to him, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder hard enough to bruise. Every upward thrust punched another broken "ahh" out of her. The fear of discovery was still there, sharp and electric, but it only seemed to heighten everything else. Somewhere beyond the alley Yahiko and Nagato were still walking the festival streets, completely unaware that the woman they had come to collect was pinned against a wall with their former little brother’s cock buried inside her, moaning into his mouth like she had already made her choice.

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