Chapter 89: Night [4] (18+)

Kael turned his head toward the quiet shape of Sakura on the far side of the tent. Ino still sat in his lap, warm and slick around him, the evidence of his last release already leaking slowly between them. He brushed a strand of blond hair from Ino’s cheek and spoke just loud enough for both girls to hear.

"Ino. Show her why you’re my favourite girl."

The words landed like a spark. Ino’s eyes sharpened with fresh heat. Pride and something possessive moved across her face. She planted both hands on his chest and pushed him flat onto his back. The bedroll shifted under them. She rose onto her knees, still impaled on his cock, and began to move.

Ino rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, letting him feel every shift of her inner walls. Then she added a vertical bounce, rising until only the head remained inside her before dropping down with a soft, wet sound.

"Uh-uh-uh... yeah... just like that..."

Her breasts swayed with the motion. The quiet schlick of her pussy sliding along his shaft filled the small tent. She kept her eyes on his face while she worked him, but every few strokes her gaze flicked sideways toward Sakura, making certain the other girl was watching.

"You hear that?" Ino whispered, voice low and rough with pleasure. "That’s what he likes."

She increased the pace, thighs flexing, ass meeting his hips in a steady pap-pap-pap that stayed just under the volume that might carry to the other tent. Kael’s hands rose toward her breasts. Ino caught his wrists, guided one hand to her mouth, and sucked two of his fingers between her lips while she continued to ride. The wet heat of her tongue curled around his fingers in time with the tighter heat of her cunt. Kael groaned under his breath.

"Ngh... Ino..."

She smiled around his fingers and kept the lap-dance rhythm for a long stretch—slow rolls, deep drops, the occasional grind that rubbed her clit against his pelvis. Her muffled moans vibrated against his skin. Sakura’s breathing had changed on the other side of the tent; both of them could hear it. Ino only rode harder, putting on a show that was half for Kael and half for the pink-haired girl who could not look away.

When her thighs began to burn she shifted forward without lifting off him, planting her feet flat on the bedroll on either side of his waist. She lowered herself into a deep squat, hands braced on his stomach, and began to rise and fall in controlled, powerful strokes.

The new angle let her take him even deeper. Every downward drop forced a soft, punched-out sound from her throat. Kael’s hands settled on her hips to steady her, but Ino set the pace herself—long, smooth lifts followed by sudden drops that buried him to the base. The wet slap of her body meeting his grew clearer. She leaned down at irregular intervals to kiss him, messy and open-mouthed, then straightened again to resume the deep squatting thrusts.

"You feel that?" she whispered against his lips between kisses. "All of you. Every time."

Kael thrust up to meet her on the next drop. Ino’s breath caught. She kept the crouching-tiger rhythm going, thighs trembling with the effort, breasts bouncing freely. The quiet, filthy sounds of their joining filled the tent. Sakura had shifted closer by a few inches; the movement of her bedroll was audible. Ino noticed and only rode faster, putting more force into every descent so the wet pap-pap-pap would be impossible to ignore.

"Mwah... mmm... ahh!"

She still kissed him passionately and sweat dampened the valley between her breasts. Her soft moans turned continuous. Kael’s fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave marks. He let her work him for a long time in that deep squat, watching the focused heat on her face and the way her eyes kept cutting toward Sakura between strokes.

Eventually Ino lifted herself, turned carefully while keeping him inside, and settled back down facing away from him. Her hands braced on his thighs. She began to move again.

The view of her back and the soft bounce of her ass as she rose and fell pulled a low sound from Kael’s chest. Ino looked over her shoulder once, met his eyes, then faced forward and rode him with long, rolling strokes. The wet schlick of his cock appearing and disappearing between her cheeks was hypnotic. She reached back with one hand and spread herself wider so he could see everything.

"Still watching, Sakura?" Ino asked, voice breathy but clear enough to carry. "This is why I’m his favourite."

Kael’s hands slid up her back, then around to cup her breasts from behind while she continued to bounce. Ino arched into the touch and increased the pace. The quiet slap of her ass against his hips quickened. Her soft cries rose in pitch. Kael felt the familiar pressure building at the base of his spine and let it rise without rushing.

When the need became too sharp he sat up, reached forward, and closed one hand around the base of her ponytail. He pulled her backward until her spine met his chest, then used the grip on her hair to hold her in place while he thrust up into her from below.

The new position kept her seated on him but locked her body against his. Kael’s free arm wrapped around her waist. He fucked her with short, powerful upward strokes while the hand in her hair kept her head tilted back against his shoulder. Ino’s mouth fell open. Soft, broken moans spilled out without restraint.

"Ahh... ahh... Naruto... ahh—"

"That’s it," he muttered against her ear. "Show her. Take every drop."

The wet pap-pap-pap of their bodies turned faster, deeper. Ino’s hands gripped his forearm where it crossed her stomach. Her walls fluttered hard around him. Kael pulled her ponytail a little tighter, forcing a deeper arch, and chased his climax with steady, punishing thrusts. When it hit he held her firmly against him and came hard, flooding her while his hips jerked through every pulse.

"Take it... ahh... mmm..."

Ino shook through a second, smaller orgasm of her own as the heat of his release triggered her. She stayed locked in his lap, breathing hard, the warm overflow already leaking out around his cock and onto his thighs. Kael kept his hand in her hair a moment longer, then slowly released her.

For several seconds the tent was quiet except for their breathing and the distant sound of the lake. Then the soft rustle of a bedroll moved closer. Sakura had shifted all the way to their side of the tent, close enough that her knee almost touched Kael’s leg. Her eyes were dark and wide in the gloom, fixed on the place where he and Ino were still joined.

Ino looked down at her, still seated on Kael’s cock, and gave a small, satisfied smile.

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