Chapter 50: Night with Sakura [4] (18+)

Sakura pushed herself up from the bed on shaky arms. Cum still leaked down the inside of her thighs and a few white streaks remained on her cheeks where Kael had finished on her face. She did not look at him. She simply walked toward the small bathroom on unsteady legs, pulled the door most of the way shut, and turned on the shower.

Kael sat on the edge of the bed and watched the door for a long moment.

She still had not fully submitted. The way she had walked away, the quiet refusal in her posture—none of it felt complete. The System had taught him that half-measures never cleared a quest. He needed more.

He formed the hand seals.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu."

The familiar pressure split behind his eyes. For a second the world doubled. He felt his own body sitting on the bed and, at the same time, standing a few steps away. The sensation always unsettled him—like his mind had been cut cleanly in two and both halves remained fully aware. The clone looked exactly like him, still naked, already half-hard again.

Kael stood. The clone followed.

He pushed the bathroom door open. Steam had already begun to fill the small space. Sakura stood under the spray with her back to him, pink hair dark and plastered to her neck and shoulders. She turned when she heard the door.

"You—" Her voice was hoarse. "Didn’t you have enough?"

Kael stepped into the shower without answering. Water hit his shoulders and ran down his chest. He closed the distance, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her hard. Sakura made a muffled sound of protest that quickly turned into a shaky moan when his tongue pushed into her mouth. He backed her against the tiled wall, lifted one of her thighs, and guided his cock between her legs. She was still slick from everything they had already done. He pushed in with one smooth thrust.

"Ahh—!"

He fucked her face-to-face under the hot water, kissing her through every moan. Wet skin slapped wet skin. Sakura’s hands gripped his shoulders. Her back arched against the cool tiles each time he drove deep.

Then the clone stepped into the shower behind her.

Sakura’s eyes opened wide over Kael’s shoulder. She saw the second Naruto—identical, smiling, already hard—and her whole body tensed.

"No..."

The word came out small and stunned.

Kael did not stop thrusting. The clone moved in close, pressed against her back, and ran both hands down her sides. Sakura tried to twist away, but she was pinned between them. The clone’s cock nudged between the cheeks of her ass. He spat into his palm, stroked himself once, then pressed the head against her tighter entrance.

Sakura’s breath hitched. "Naruto—wait—ahh—"

The clone pushed forward slowly. The tight ring of muscle resisted, then gave. Sakura’s cry was sharp and high as the second cock sank into her ass inch by inch. Kael held still inside her pussy, giving her a moment to adjust to the sudden double stretch. When the clone was fully seated, both of them began to move.

Double penetration under the spray of the shower.

Sakura’s voice broke on every thrust. "Ahh... uhh... too much... ahh—Naruto... both... ahh..."

The two cocks filled her completely. When Kael pulled back the clone pushed deeper; when the clone withdrew Kael drove in. The alternating rhythm kept her stuffed without pause. Wet, filthy sounds mixed with the hiss of the shower—slick gluck of cock in pussy, tighter drag of cock in ass, the soft slap of three bodies moving together under the water.

Kael kept kissing her, swallowing most of her moans. The clone’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks and helped set the pace. Sakura’s arms wound around Kael’s neck as if she needed something to hold onto. Her legs trembled. Every time both cocks bottomed out at once a broken, high sound tore out of her throat.

"Ahhh... fuck... I can’t... ahh... so full..."

They fucked her like that for a long time. The heat of the shower, the steam, the constant dual penetration—it stripped away whatever resistance she had left. Sakura’s moans turned continuous, raw, almost sobbing with overstimulation. Kael could feel the clone’s cock moving against his own through the thin wall of flesh separating them. The sensation was intense and strange and addictive.

The clone leaned in and bit the side of her neck while he kept thrusting into her ass. Kael dropped his head and sucked hard on one of her nipples. Sakura’s head tipped back against the clone’s shoulder. Water ran over all three of them, washing away sweat and leftover cum and making every slide of skin louder.

"Uhh... ahh... ahh... Naruto... I’m... I’m gonna... ahh—"

She came hard, pussy and ass clenching in tight waves around both cocks. The orgasm made her knees buckle. Kael and the clone held her up between them and kept fucking her through it, drawing the climax out until she was shaking and whimpering.

They did not stop.

Kael adjusted his grip, hooked both of her legs around his waist, and let the clone take more of her weight from behind. The new angle let them thrust even deeper. Sakura’s cries bounced off the tiled walls. The wet slap of their bodies turned almost frantic. Kael could feel his own release building, heavy and inevitable.

"Gonna fill you," he muttered against her mouth.

The clone only groaned in answer and fucked her ass harder.

They came close together—Kael first, pulsing deep into her pussy, the clone a few thrusts later, flooding her ass with thick heat. Sakura felt both loads and made a long, exhausted sound, body going limp between them.

For several seconds the only noises were the shower and their harsh breathing. Kael stayed buried inside her. The clone did the same. Sakura hung between the two identical bodies, thoroughly used, water still cascading over all three of them.

The clone finally pulled out and dispelled in a puff of smoke, leaving the real Kael holding Sakura alone under the spray. He lowered her carefully until her feet touched the floor of the tub. She leaned against him, legs unsteady, cum already beginning to leak from both holes and run down her thighs with the water.

Kael kissed the top of her wet head once and reached past her to turn the shower warmer.

Sakura did not try to pull away. But Kael was not finished.

He turned her around so her back was to his chest, one arm locked under her breasts, the other hand sliding down between her legs. Two fingers pushed into her cum-slick pussy without warning. Sakura gasped, head falling back against his shoulder.

"Still tight," he muttered against her ear. "Even after taking both of us."

He pumped his fingers roughly, curling them, rubbing the swollen spot inside her while his thumb pressed hard circles on her clit. Sakura’s hips jerked. Wet squelching sounds rose over the shower spray—schlick, schlick, schlick—as he finger-fucked her harder.

"Ahh—nnnh—Naruto—wait—"

"No."

He spun her again, shoved her forward so her hands slapped against the tiled wall, and kicked her feet wider. His cock, still hard, dragged up the cleft of her ass, then notched against her pussy. One brutal thrust buried him to the hilt.

"AHH—!"

He started fucking her hard and deep from behind, each stroke slamming her hips forward against the wall. The wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin echoed loudly. Sakura’s breasts flattened against the cold tiles; her cheek pressed to the wall. Every time he bottomed out she let out a sharp, punched-out moan.

"Uhh—ahh—fuck—too deep—ahh—ahh—"

Kael grabbed a fistful of her wet pink hair and pulled her head back, forcing her spine into a deep arch. He fucked her even harder, the head of his cock battering her cervix with every thrust. The filthy wet sounds grew louder—plap-plap-plap-plap—mixed with the continuous rush of water and Sakura’s broken cries.

"Take it," he growled. "Fucking take it."

He reached around and pinched her clit between two fingers, rubbing roughly while he pounded her. Sakura’s legs shook violently. A second orgasm ripped through her without warning. Her pussy clamped down hard, fluttering and squeezing around his cock as she came with a long, high wail.

"AHHHH—nnngh—I’m coming—I’m coming—ahh—ahh—!"

Kael didn’t slow. He kept driving into her through the climax, forcing the pleasure higher until she was sobbing and squirming, trying to pull away from the overstimulation. He only tightened his grip on her hair and hips and fucked her faster.

When her legs finally threatened to give out he pulled free, spun her around, and lifted her by the thighs. Her back slammed against the wall again. He drove back into her dripping cunt in one smooth motion and resumed the hard, punishing rhythm.

Sakura’s arms wrapped around his neck. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy, mouth open. Every thrust punched a raw sound out of her.

"Ahh—ahh—ahh—ahh—Naruto—it’s too much—ahh—!"

He kissed her roughly, teeth catching her lower lip, tongue pushing deep. The wet slap of their bodies filled the small bathroom. Water poured over them both, streaming down between their joined hips, mixing with the thick cream that frothed around the base of his cock every time he slammed home.

He shifted his grip, spreading her legs wider, and started grinding deep circles inside her while still thrusting. The head of his cock dragged over every sensitive spot. Sakura’s moans turned into continuous, broken whimpers.

"Uhhnnn... ahh... ahh... please... ahh—fuck—ahh..."

Kael felt the familiar pressure building again at the base of his spine. He wanted her completely wrecked before he finished.

He spin her around once more, and bend her forward over the edge of the tub. He lined up and slammed back into her from behind with a wet, filthy schlick.

This time he didn’t hold back at all.

He fucked her with long, brutal strokes, hips snapping forward so hard the sound of skin meeting skin cracked like wet applause. Sakura’s hands scrabbled for purchase on the slick porcelain. Every thrust drove a high, desperate moan from her throat.

"AHH—AHH—AHH—too hard—ahh—fuck—ahh—Naruto—please—ahh—!"

Kael leaned over her, one hand bracing on the wall, the other reaching under to maul her tits, squeezing and pulling at her nipples while he pounded her. The dual stimulation made her cry out louder. He could feel her cunt fluttering and gripping him in helpless spasms.

"You’re going to come again," he ordered against her ear. "Right fucking now."

He reached down and rubbed her clit in fast, rough circles. Sakura’s whole body seized. A fourth orgasm crashed through her so violently her knees buckled. Kael held her up by the hips and kept fucking her through it, forcing every last wave out of her until she was sobbing and limp.

Only then did he let himself go.

He buried himself to the root and came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her already-filled pussy. Sakura whimpered at the heat flooding her. He kept grinding against her, milking every pulse, until the last spurt left him.

For a long moment they stayed locked together under the spray, both breathing hard. Cum leaked around his still-hard cock and ran down her thighs in thick white streams, washed away by the water only to be replaced by more.

Kael finally pulled out. A heavy gush of seed followed, spilling down her legs. He turned her carefully, guided her under the warmer stream, and washed her with slow, thorough hands—between her legs, over her breasts, along her trembling thighs—while she leaned against him, too spent to protest.

When he was done he shut off the water, lifted her out of the tub, and carried her back to the bed still dripping. He laid her down on the sheets. Cum continued to leak from her used holes, staining the fabric beneath her.

Sakura’s eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, body marked with red handprints and bite marks. She did not try to close her legs or cover herself.

Kael climbed onto the bed beside her, one hand resting possessively on her stomach.

He hugged her and slept.

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