Chapter 68: Kurenai [3] (18+)

Kael stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at Kurenai. She lay on her back, legs still slightly parted, chest rising and falling hard. Milk had dried in faint pale trails across her breasts. Cum leaked slowly from her used pussy and soaked into the sheets beneath her. She looked exhausted, yet something in her eyes remained bright and hungry. The same woman who had once taken the lead with Asuma and later with Minato was still there, still trying to cling to the idea that she only ever gave herself to men she cared about. But Naruto was different. He had taken control from the first thrust. His cock was thicker, longer, more relentless than either of the men she had loved, and the way he used it left her body shaking in ways she had never felt before.

Kael’s gaze drifted across the room and stopped on a leather dog collar resting on the low table near the window. A short handle was attached to the ring. He picked it up, the leather cool and stiff in his fingers, and turned back to her.

"Naughty girl," he said. "What did you use this for?"

Kurenai’s cheeks flushed deeper. She looked away for a second before answering in a low voice. "I... put it on Minato sometimes. Made him my dog."

Kael’s mouth curved. He stepped closer, looped the collar around her throat, and buckled it snug. The handle rested against her collarbone. He gave it a short tug to test the fit, then climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his back.

"Now it’s your turn," he said. He pulled the handle and drew her up and over him until she straddled his hips. "Get on."

Kurenai planted her feet flat on the mattress on either side of his waist, knees bent, and slowly lowered herself. The head of his cock nudged her soaked entrance. She sank down inch by inch, taking every thick length until he was completely buried inside her. Her warmth gripped him tight—hot, wet, and already pulsing around him.

"Mmm... you feel how wet I am?" she whispered, voice soft but full of heat. The words came out raw and intimate. She was not just taking his cock. She was creaming all over it, and the look in her eyes showed she was loving every second.

Kael kept one hand on the collar handle and the other on her hip. "Ride it. Show me what that slutty body can do when you stop pretending you’re only doing this for love."

Kurenai began to move. She rose until only the head remained inside, then dropped back down in a smooth, controlled squat. The wet schlick of his cock disappearing into her filled the quiet room. She set a steady rhythm, thighs flexing, breasts bouncing lightly with every descent. Milk beaded at her nipples again from the motion and the residual stimulation.

"That’s it," Kael said, tugging the collar just enough to make her arch. "Take every inch. You used to put this collar on my father and make him crawl. Now you’re the one squatting on cock like a good bitch. How does it feel?"

"Ahh... it feels... so deep... Naruto..." Her voice cracked on his name. She dropped harder, the wet pap of her ass meeting his hips growing louder. "I’ve never... taken anyone this deep before... ahh..."

Kael watched her face while she rode him. The controlled, experienced woman who had once led Minato was still there, but the way her eyes fluttered and her mouth stayed open showed she was losing the fight against the pleasure. She rose and fell faster, the wet sounds turning thicker as more of her juices coated his shaft.

"Look at you," he said. "Creaming all over my cock while wearing the same collar you used on Minato. Does it make you hotter knowing both of us have been inside this pussy? Does it make you drip more?"

Kurenai moaned and nodded, still bouncing in the deep squat. "Yes... ahh... it does... I can’t help it... your cock is... bigger... harder... ahh—Naruto—"

She kept the crouching-tiger rhythm for a long time, thighs trembling with the effort of the controlled drops. Every time she bottomed out she ground her hips in a tight circle, letting the head of his cock press against the deepest part of her. Kael used the collar to pull her forward slightly so her breasts hung closer to his face. He leaned up and sucked one nipple hard, drawing a fresh stream of milk while she continued to ride him.

"Ahhh—don’t stop sucking—ahh—" Kurenai’s voice went higher. She slammed down harder, the wet slap-slap-slap of their bodies growing faster. "I’m going to... ahh... I’m close already..."

Kael released her breast and tugged the collar again. "Not yet. Keep riding. I want to feel this cunt milking me the way those tits are still leaking."

She obeyed, rising and dropping in long, deep strokes, the wet schlick of his cock sliding through her growing filthier. Sweat shone on her stomach and between her breasts. Milk continued to drip onto his chest every time she bounced. The room filled with the steady rhythm of her body taking him and the soft creak of the bed frame.

After several long minutes Kael decided he wanted more control. He sat up, kept the collar in one hand, and guided her off his cock with a wet pop. Kurenai made a small sound of loss. He turned her around so she faced away from him and pushed her down onto her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, lined up, and thrust back in to the root.

"Ahhh—!"

Doggy style. Kael set a hard, steady pace at once, hips snapping forward, the wet pap-pap-pap of his cock driving into her loud and rhythmic. He kept the collar handle in one hand and used it to pull her head back, forcing her spine into a deep arch. With his other hand he delivered a sharp smack to her ass.

Smack.

Kurenai cried out. He smacked the other cheek just as hard.

Smack.

"That’s for putting this collar on my father," Kael said, never slowing his thrusts. "And this is for every time you let him cum inside you while my mother waited at home."

Smack-smack.

The wet sounds of their bodies mixed with the sharp cracks of his palm. Kurenai’s breasts swung beneath her with every impact. Milk still leaked in thin streams and dotted the sheets. Kael pulled the collar tighter, making her look back over her shoulder while he fucked her.

"Tell me how it feels," he ordered. "Tell me how my cock compares to the men you ’loved.’"

Kurenai’s voice shook with every thrust. "It’s... better... ahh... thicker... you hit places they never reached... ahh—Naruto—harder—"

He gave her exactly that. The pace turned rougher, the wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin almost continuous. He kept one hand locked on the collar and the other alternating between hard smacks on her ass and gripping her hip to pull her back onto him. Her cheeks flushed red under his palm. The wet schlick of his cock sliding through the mix of her juices and earlier cum grew louder.

"You like getting your ass spanked while you’re full of cock," Kael said. "You’re dripping down your own thighs. Look at the mess you’re making on these sheets. Others never made you this wet, did they?"

"No... ahh... never... only you... ahh—please don’t stop—"

Kael leaned over her, chest against her back, and kept thrusting while he spoke against her ear. "I’m not stopping. I’m going to use this pussy until you forget every other cock that was ever inside it. You’re not leading anymore, Kurenai. You’re taking what I give you."

He fucked her like that for a long stretch, the collar keeping her head arched, his palm landing occasional hard smacks that made her cry out and clench around him. Her arms trembled. Her moans turned continuous, high and broken. Every time he pulled the collar she pushed back harder, meeting his thrusts.

When her walls started fluttering in warning of another orgasm, Kael changed the angle again. He released the collar long enough to push her flat onto her stomach, then followed her down, covering her completely. He spread her legs wider with his knees, lined up from above, and drove back into her in a deep, heavy stroke.

"Ahhh—Naruto—!"

He pinned her wrists to the mattress above her head with one hand and kept the other locked on the collar handle, using it to keep her face turned to the side. His full weight pressed her into the bed while he thrust hard and deep. The wet pap-pap-pap of his hips meeting her ass became heavier, more forceful. Her body jolted forward with every impact. The sheets under her grew soaked with milk and the fresh rush of her arousal.

"Feel that?" Kael growled against the back of her neck. "That’s every inch. You’re not going anywhere until I fill this cunt again."

Kurenai could only moan into the mattress. The new position let him grind against the deepest part of her with every stroke. Her legs kicked weakly against the bed. Her free hand clutched at the sheets. The wet sounds of their bodies turned almost continuous—slick, heavy, filthy.

Kael kept the pace relentless. He used the collar to pull her head back just enough that he could see the side of her face, the open mouth, the glassy eyes. "You’re going to come again," he told her. "And when you do, you’re going to squeeze every drop out of me. Understand?"

"Y-yes... ahh... Naruto... yes—"

He thrust harder. The wet slap of skin grew sharper. Kurenai’s body tensed under him. Her pussy clamped down in tight, rhythmic pulses as the orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, voice muffled by the mattress, walls fluttering and milking his cock.

Kael did not slow. He fucked her through the climax, the wet sounds turning even thicker as more of her juices coated him. When her tremors began to ease he shifted his weight, planted both hands on the bed beside her shoulders, and drove into her with short, brutal strokes aimed at his own release.

"Take it," he said, voice rough. "Take every drop like the good bitch of a whore you are now."

He buried himself to the root and came hard, thick pulses flooding her already-full pussy. His hips jerked against her ass. Rope after rope of heat pumped into her while he kept the collar tight and her body pinned beneath him. Kurenai moaned weakly as the fresh load filled her, some of it already beginning to leak out around his cock and soak into the sheets.

Kael stayed deep inside her for a long time after the last spurt, breathing hard against the back of her neck, the collar still in his fist. He gave a few slow, grinding thrusts to push the cum deeper, then finally stilled.

The room was quiet except for their ragged breathing and the soft drip of milk and seed onto the mattress. Kurenai lay flat beneath him, collar still around her throat, body marked with red handprints and the faint imprint of the leather. She did not try to move.

Kael leaned down, kissed the side of her neck once, and spoke against her skin.

"You are my bitch."

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