Chapter 66: Kurenai [1] (18+)

Kurenai’s eyes widened the moment the heavy length of Kael’s cock landed against her face.

"Naruto—what are you doing?" She tried to lean back, hands rising as if to push him away.

Kael’s fingers tangled in her dark hair and locked tight. He held her head in place and looked down at her with flat calm.

"You did so well with my father," he said. "Now do me."

Kurenai’s mouth opened and closed without sound. Panic and calculation warred on her face. Kael rubbed the thick head of his cock slowly across her lips, smearing the clear bead of pre-cum over them until they shone.

"Open up, whore."

She kept her lips pressed shut. Kael’s grip in her hair tightened until her eyes watered and a small whimper escaped her throat.

"Stop don’t do this are you blackmailing me."

"Open up, If you don’t," he said quietly, "I will tell everyone exactly what you are. Kushina. The village. Everyone. They’ll all know the perfect Kurenai Yūhi is just a home-wrecking slut who spreads her legs for other women’s husbands."

The threat landed like a kunai. Kurenai’s resistance cracked. Her lips parted on a shaky breath.

"Please Naruto I beg of you please don’t do this." She said with tears in her eyes.

Kael said "Sluts don’t get mercy."

Kael pushed forward at once, sliding the thick head past her teeth and into the wet heat of her mouth. Kurenai made a muffled sound of protest that turned into a wet gluck as more of him followed. He did not stop until half his cock was buried between her lips.

She was experienced. That much was obvious from the first second. Her tongue moved with practiced skill, pressing along the underside, swirling around the sensitive head whenever he gave her the space. The wet sounds that rose were filthy and controlled—soft gluck-gluck, the quiet schlick of saliva coating him. Kael’s breath left him in a low groan. It was the best head he had received in this world so far.

Still, she was holding back. She took only what was comfortable, cheeks hollowed, eyes lowered, refusing to go deeper. Her hands stayed on his thighs, not pushing yet, but ready.

Kael’s hand tightened in her hair again.

"You think doing it half-heartedly will make me cum?"

He pushed forward without warning, forcing the remaining length straight into her throat. Kurenai’s eyes flew wide. A choked, wet sound exploded around his cock as her throat convulsed.

"Ghlk—! Ghlk—!"

He held her there, nose pressed to his pelvis, every thick inch buried. Her hands flew to his thighs and shoved hard. Kael did not move. Spit ran from the corners of her stretched lips and dripped onto the tatami in long, clear strings. Her throat kept fluttering and squeezing around him in helpless panic. The wet, muffled sounds grew more desperate—ghlk, ghlk, hnnk—while her eyes started to roll and tears spilled down her cheeks.

Kael stayed buried for several long seconds, feeling every spasm of her throat. Only when her struggles weakened and her eyes began to lose focus did he finally pull back. His cock left her throat with a long, wet schlick. Kurenai collapsed forward, coughing hard, strings of thick saliva still connecting her lips to the glistening shaft.

"Cough... cough... hnnk... mmm...please forgive me..."

"Enough foreplay," Kael said.

He used the grip in her hair to haul her upright and shove her face-first against the nearest wall. Kurenai’s hands slapped against the plaster for balance. He yanked her skirt up around her waist, dragged her panties down to her mid-thighs, and lined up behind her. One hard thrust buried him to the root inside her pussy.

"Ahhh—!"

Standing doggy against the wall. Kael set a brutal pace immediately, hips slamming forward, the wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet house. Kurenai’s cheek pressed against the wall. Every thrust drove a broken moan out of her.

"Uh... ahh... Naruto... too hard... ahh...!"

He ignored the protest and fucked her deeper, one hand still locked in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. The wet sounds grew filthier—pap-pap-pap-pap, the slick schlick of his cock driving in and out of her soaked cunt. Kurenai’s breasts bounced against the wall with every impact. Her moans climbed higher, turning into short, punched-out cries.

"Ahh—ahh—ahh—fuck—ahh—!"

Kael leaned over her, chest against her back, and reached around to maul one heavy breast through the open blouse. He pinched the nipple hard. Kurenai yelped. He kept thrusting, the rhythm never slowing, the wet pap-pap-pap of his hips meeting her ass filling the room.

After several long minutes he pulled out with a wet schlick, spun her around by the hair, and shoved her back against the wall face-to-face. He hooked one of her legs high over his arm, spreading her open, and thrust back in. The new angle let him sink even deeper. Kurenai’s head tipped back against the plaster with a sharp cry.

"AHHH—!"

Kael dropped his mouth to her still-open blouse, shoved the fabric aside with his free hand, and latched onto one full breast. He sucked hard. Warm milk immediately flooded his tongue.

Kurenai gasped. "Ahh—wait—"

He kept sucking, swallowing the sweet, thin stream while he continued to thrust into her. Milk leaked from the corner of his mouth and ran down her skin in pale rivulets. He switched to the other breast and sucked just as greedily. More milk answered him, spurting with every strong pull of his mouth.

"You whore," he muttered against the wet nipple between sucks. "Shouldn’t I be saving this for your child?"

Kurenai’s voice shook, broken by the relentless pounding. "I... I can’t control it... if you suck so roughly... all of it will come out... ahh... ahh..."

Kael only sucked harder, drinking deeply while his hips kept the same punishing rhythm. The wet pap-pap-pap-pap of their bodies never stopped. Milk continued to flow with every strong pull, coating his tongue and dripping down her stomach. Kurenai’s hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in.

"Wait... if you drink all of it... what will my kid feed on...?"

"You should have thought of that," Kael said, lifting his head just long enough to speak, milk still shining on his lips, "before you started fucking someone else’s father."

He hiked her leg higher, almost folding her against the wall, and drove into her with short, vicious strokes. The wet *slap-slap-slap* of their bodies turned almost continuous. Kurenai’s moans broke into high, helpless sounds. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him as another orgasm tore through her.

"AHHH—nnngh—I’m coming—ahh—ahh—!"

Kael did not slow down. He fucked her through it, mouth returning to her breast to pull more milk, swallowing greedily while her cunt squeezed and milked him. The wet sounds grew even filthier—pap-pap-pap, schlick-schlick, the soft gluck of milk being sucked, the broken moans spilling from her open mouth.

He switched breasts again, latching on and sucking hard enough that more milk gushed. Kurenai’s free leg trembled violently. Her head rolled against the wall. Every thrust punched a new cry out of her.

"Uh... ahh... too deep... ahh... Naruto... please... ahh—!"

Kael ignored her. He kept the brutal pace, one arm locked under her raised thigh, the other hand squeezing and lifting the breast he was draining. Milk ran down his chin. The wet pap-pap-pap-pap of his hips never faltered. He could feel her walls fluttering around him in aftershocks, still sensitive, still clenching.

He leaned in and bit the soft flesh of her breast just above the nipple, then sucked again. Another thick stream of milk answered him. Kurenai sobbed out a moan.

"Ahhh—stop drinking so much—ahh—fuck—ahh—!"

Kael lifted his head, milk dripping from his lips, and looked her in the eye while he kept thrusting.

"You’re a slut who lets other women’s husbands cum in you," he said. "This is what you get."

He slammed in harder. The wet smack-smack-smack of skin on skin grew louder. Kurenai’s back arched against the wall. Her pussy tightened again as a third, smaller orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, voice cracking.

Kael felt the pressure at the base of his cock finally peak. He hiked her leg even higher, almost to his shoulder, and drove into her with short, vicious strokes. The wet pap-pap-pap turned frantic. Kurenai’s moans became continuous, broken, almost sobbing.

With one last deep thrust he buried himself fully and came hard, flooding her used pussy with thick pulses of cum. His hips jerked. Rope after rope of heat pumped into her while he kept his mouth locked on her breast, still drinking milk even as he came.

"AHHH—nnngh—!"

Kurenai’s cry was long and broken. Her free leg trembled so hard she almost collapsed. Milk and spit and sweat shone on her skin. Cum already began to leak around his still-pulsing cock and run down the inside of her thigh.

Kael stayed locked inside her, still sucking, still swallowing, until the last spurt left him and the house fell quiet except for their ragged breathing and the soft drip-drip of milk and cum hitting the floor.

He finally pulled his mouth off her breast with a wet pop. A thin stream of milk still leaked from the reddened nipple. He looked at the mess he had made of her—hair tangled, blouse open, skirt hiked, panties around one ankle, thighs shiny with cum and spit and milk—and gave one slow, deliberate grind of his hips, pushing the load deeper.

Kurenai’s eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, breathing hard. She did not try to push him away.

Kael leaned in, licked a drop of milk from the corner of her mouth, and spoke against her lips.

"Don’t think we are done here." he said, "and remember this is what happens when you get caught."

He stayed buried inside her a few seconds longer, feeling the slow leak of his cum, before he finally pulled out with a wet schlick. A thick gush followed, running down her leg. Kurenai’s knee buckled. Kael caught her by the waist and held her upright against the wall while she trembled.

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