Chapter 95: Temari’s Training [2] (18+)

Temari put the rolled pages of the scroll between her lips and immediately pulled back, face twisting in distaste.

"You know what? This is really a waste. I don’t even know what I’m doing. It’s better if I just leave."

She stood up fast, the paper falling to the table. Kael’s hand closed around her wrist before she could take a second step.

"Trust me," he said, voice steady, not rough. "I’ll teach you the best techniques you will understand once you go through it and once you start my teaching, you don’t stop until the end."

Temari stared at him. The desert night pressed against the window. Somewhere far below, a dog barked once and went quiet. She could still walk out. She could pretend this conversation never happened and go back to her own room and her own plans that never seemed to move Shikamaru even an inch. Instead she sat down again. Kael kept hold of her hand a moment longer, thumb brushing once over her knuckles like he was calming a startled animal, then let go.

He picked up the damp scroll pages, rolled them tighter, and held them out.

"Open."

She hesitated, then parted her lips. He slid the paper in. The dry taste of ink and parchment filled her mouth. She gagged a little when the end touched the back of her tongue.

"Come on," Kael said quietly. "Use your tongue."

Temari’s face burned. She had never done anything like this—not even alone, not even in imagination that went this far. But she had already started. Backing out now felt worse than continuing. She pushed her tongue forward and tried to lick along the rolled paper the way she thought it might work. The texture was wrong, too stiff, too dry even after her spit. She pushed deeper on purpose, forcing herself past the discomfort until her eyes watered and her throat closed. When she pulled back the paper came out shiny and wet.

Kael took it from her and set it aside.

"Well. That one’s done. It won’t work with the scroll now."

Temari looked around the small room as if something shaped the right way might suddenly appear on the low table or the shelf. Nothing. Only the bed, the washbasin, the single lantern, and the boy sitting across from her with the same calm expression he had worn since she knocked.

One thought arrived uninvited and refused to leave.

Naruto also has a dick.

Her eyes dropped before she could stop them. Just for a second. Then she looked away hard, jaw tight.

Kael’s mouth curved.

"Huh. What were you thinking?"

"It was nothing."

"Sure." He leaned back on his hands, completely unbothered. "Well, now that you’ve seen it... why don’t we use it?"

He shifted, untied the front of his pants with one hand, and freed himself. The lantern light caught the length of him as he settled it in his palm and let it rest there, half-hard already from watching her struggle with the paper. Temari’s hands flew up to cover her eyes.

"Hey—hide it!"

Kael moved closer closer and put his dick on the back of her hand.

"Come on. We’re adults. You can see my dick."

She said "Absolutely not."

Kael slapped her hands with his dick and said "Come on see it."

She peeked between her fingers, then lowered them slowly. The shape of him was thicker than she had expected, the head already flushed darker than the rest. She had seen drawings in the more ridiculous scrolls Kankurō sometimes left lying around, but never the real thing this close.

Kael’s voice stayed light, almost casual.

"See? Just training with me doesn’t mean you like me. How about you use me just for training? You’re only learning so you can make him feel good later."

Temari’s mind raced. He already had Ino. Everyone in the group knew it now. He was not looking at her the way men sometimes looked when they wanted more than a lesson. And she had no feelings for him—none. Her heart was still stuck on the lazy genius who treated every conversation like a chore. So why not? Why not take the practice where it was offered and walk away cleaner, sharper, better prepared?

She slid off the cushion and onto her knees on the wooden floor. The boards were cool under her shins.

"Okay," she said, voice low.

Kael said grabbing her hairs "So open your mouth."

Kael shifted forward until the head of his cock hovered a breath from her lips. Temari stared at it. Her pulse hammered in her throat. She had zero experience, zero frame of reference beyond the clinical explanations she had once overheard from older kunoichi. Part of her still screamed that this was a line she should not cross. Another part—the part that had spent years watching Shikamaru slip away from every soft approach—whispered that lines were useless if they left her standing still.

Her lips parted.

That was enough.

Kael guided himself forward and the blunt head pushed past her lips. Warmth and salt and the faint clean scent of skin filled her mouth at once. Temari’s eyes widened. She made a small startled sound around him—half gasp, half muffled protest—and her hands rose to his thighs as if to push back. He did not force deeper. He simply held still, letting her feel the weight of him on her tongue.

"Breathe through your nose," he murmured. "Use your tongue. Lick the underside."

She tried. Her tongue pressed experimentally against the thick vein running along the bottom. The texture was smooth and hot and completely different from paper. A soft, wet sound escaped when she shifted—slurp—quiet but unmistakable in the still room. Heat flooded her face. She pulled back a little, lips dragging along the shaft, then took him in again, shallower this time.

Kael’s hand settled lightly in her hair, not pushing, just resting.

"That’s it. Deeper when you’re ready. Don’t rush."

Temari’s jaw ached already. She had no idea how anyone did this for long. Still she pushed forward again, taking more of him until the head nudged the soft palate and she gagged, eyes watering. Spit welled around her lips and dripped down her chin in a thin string. She pulled off with a wet pop and dragged in a shaky breath.

"This is—nngh—harder than it looks."

"You’re doing fine." Kael’s voice had dropped lower. "Try circling the tip with your tongue. Then take it back in."

She obeyed. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive head, tasting the clear bead that had already gathered there. The salt bloomed stronger. She sealed her lips around him again and slid down, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The wet sounds grew louder—gluck, slurp, soft wet clicks every time she adjusted the angle. Her inexperience showed in the uneven rhythm, the way her teeth occasionally grazed before she corrected, the way her throat kept trying to close when he filled too much of her mouth.

Kael groaned low in his chest.

"Fuck... yeah. Just like that. Keep going."

Temari’s eyes flicked up. His face was flushed, lips parted, watching her with dark focus. The sight sent an unexpected flip through her stomach. She ignored it and concentrated on the task. She took him deeper on the next pass, forcing past the gag reflex until her nose nearly brushed the base of his stomach. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Spit flooded her mouth and spilled over her lower lip in messy trails that ran down her chin and onto her collarbone. She pulled back gasping, a long string of saliva still connecting her lips to the glistening head of his cock.

"Haa... haa..."

"Again," Kael said softly. "You’re getting it."

She leaned in once more. This time she used both hands—one wrapped around the base she could not yet take fully, the other braced on his thigh for balance. She stroked what her mouth could not reach while she sucked the rest, tongue working in clumsy but eager strokes. The wet sounds filled the room: wet gluck-gluck every time she bobbed, the soft filthy noise of spit and skin, her own muffled whimpers when she pushed too far and her throat fluttered.

Kael’s fingers tightened in her hair.

"Shit... Temari... your mouth—"

She moaned around him without meaning to—an involuntary vibration that made his hips twitch. The sound surprised her. She had not expected any of this to feel... anything. It was supposed to be clinical. Practice. Yet the heat of him on her tongue, the way his breath hitched when she hollowed her cheeks, the quiet praise in his voice—all of it tangled together into something she did not have a name for yet.

She worked harder. Faster. Her jaw burned. Spit soaked the front of her top. She took him as deep as she could on every stroke now, ignoring the way her eyes watered, ignoring the soft choking sounds that escaped every time the head pressed the back of her throat.

Gluck... gluck... gluck...

The rhythm turned wet and steady. Her free hand moved up to cup the heavy weight of his balls, unsure but curious, and Kael’s answering groan told her the guess was good.

"I’m close," he warned, voice rough. "Don’t stop—just like that—"

Temari did not stop. She sealed her lips tighter, sucked harder, tongue flat against the underside as she bobbed. The first pulse hit the back of her throat before she fully registered what was happening. Thick, hot pulses flooded her mouth. She tried to pull back on instinct but Kael’s hand held her gently in place for another two heartbeats, enough for the rest of his release to spill across her tongue. The taste was bitter-salt and overwhelming. She swallowed once out of pure reflex, then again, eyes wide.

When he finally eased back she stayed on her knees, lips shiny, chin wet, breathing hard through her nose. A thin trail of white still clung to the corner of her mouth.

She wiped it with the back of her hand and glared up at him, voice hoarse.

"Why did you cum inside?"

Kael looked down at her, chest still rising and falling, a lazy, satisfied smile on his face.

"Its not like you will get pregnant from cummning in the mouth it’s okay."

Temari’s face burned hotter than the desert sun at noon. She stayed on her knees a moment longer, tasting him on every breath, the wetness on her chin cooling in the night air. Somewhere in the back of her mind a quiet voice noted that she had just done something she could never take back. Another voice—quieter, more practical—noted that Shikamaru would never know, and that practice was practice.

Kael reached down and brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her damp cheek with surprising gentleness.

"Lesson one is done," he said. "Well only with blowjob you can’t make him your."

Temari looked at the door. Then at the floor. Then at the boy who had just finished in her mouth and somehow still looked like he was only offering help.

She swallowed the last of the taste and nodded once, short and sharp.

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