Chapter 96: Temari’s Training [3] (18+)

Kael’s hand closed around Temari’s wrist. One sharp tug and she lost her balance, landing on her back across the low bed with a startled huff of breath. The mattress dipped under her weight. Before she could push herself up he was already over her, knees bracketing her hips, eyes dark in the lantern light.

"You can’t just make him yours by giving him a blowjob," he said, voice low and even. "That’s only the start."

Temari’s heart slammed against her ribs. She had come here for advice. She had stayed for practice. Now the practice had jumped past every line she thought she still controlled. Her mind raced—Shikamaru’s half-lidded eyes, the way he always turned conversations into something light and distant, the years of quiet wanting that never went anywhere. But she can’t just let Naruto use her body in the name of teaching.

She said "No this is too much. I haven’t even done it before with anyone"

Kael hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and dragged them off in one smooth pull. Cool air touched skin that had never been exposed to another person like this. Temari’s thighs tensed. She almost closed them. Almost. Instead she forced herself to stay still while he looked at her.

"You already have given me a blowjob why not just go the whole way."

He settled between her legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was already wet from the earlier lesson, from the strange heat that had built while she had him in her mouth. He pushed forward in one steady motion and sank into her to the hilt.

She said "Hey... hey wear a condom atleast."

Kael looked at her resolve and understood he can’t ignore her this decision he looked inside the desk and found one. The inn keep it there for some use. He scratched the condom with his nails and put it on.

He said "Now it’s okay right?"

He put it in again.

Temari’s back arched. A sharp, broken sound tore out of her throat—"Nngh—!"—half pain, half something else. The stretch was sudden and deep, filling her in a way she had no words for. Her hands flew up to his shoulders, nails digging in.

"Ah—wait—slow—"

Kael did not go slow for long. He drew his hips back until only the head remained inside her, then drove forward again, the wet sound of their joining loud in the quiet room. Slap. Wet slap. He set a steady rhythm, each thrust rolling deep, the head of his cock dragging against places inside her that made her toes curl against the sheets.

"Fuuuck... you’re tight," he muttered, voice rough. "Feel that? That’s what he needs to feel."

Temari turned her face to the side, biting her lower lip hard enough to sting. Every thrust punched a soft, involuntary sound out of her—uh... uh... ah—quiet at first, then louder as the initial burn melted into something hotter. Her internal voice kept trying to stay clinical. This is practice. Learn the angle. Learn the pace. Remember how it feels so you can do it better later. But the body under Kael did not care about later. It only cared about the thick slide of him, the way his hips met hers with a wet smack every time he bottomed out, the low groan that rumbled in his chest when she clenched around him without meaning to.

He fucked her like that for a long time, missionary, deep and steady, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her thigh and spreading her wider. Sweat gathered between her breasts. Her pigtails came half-loose against the pillow. Every time he drove in she felt the impact all the way up her spine. The wet sounds grew filthier—slick, rhythmic, unbroken. Temari’s moans slipped free more freely now, higher, breathless.

"Ah—ah—nngh—wait, not that deep—"

Kael only shifted his angle and gave her exactly that. The new pressure dragged a broken cry from her throat. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, heels digging into the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer even while her mind still tried to protest.

When her thighs started to tremble he slowed, pulled almost all the way out, and rolled them both onto their sides without leaving her body. The transition was smooth—one moment she was on her back, the next they lay face to face, her top leg hooked over his hip, his cock still buried deep. The new angle let him grind in short, rolling thrusts that stayed pressed against the front wall of her pussy. Every movement rubbed something that made white sparks flash behind her eyes.

Temari’s breath hitched. "W-what are you—ah—doing?"

"Teaching you another way," Kael murmured against her temple. His hand slid between them and found her clit, rubbing slow circles while his hips kept that deep, grinding rhythm. "Some men like it like this. Closer. You can kiss him while you take him."

Kael moved forward and kissed her but she moved her face. She did not kiss him. She buried her face against his shoulder instead, muffling the sharp, high sounds that kept spilling out of her. The wet noise of their bodies was softer now, a continuous slick slide rather than hard slaps, but somehow more intimate. Her internal conflict sharpened. She should not be this wet. She should not be rocking her hips back to meet every roll of his. She should not be thinking that Shikamaru had never made her feel even a fraction of this heat with a single look. Training, she told herself again. Do not feel anything for the boy currently grinding his cock into you like he owns the rhythm of your pulse.

Kael’s fingers on her clit never stopped. The dual sensation—deep internal pressure and external friction—pushed her higher. Her moans turned broken, almost continuous.

"Uh... uh... fuck... I’m—nngh—"

He kept her there on the edge for what felt like forever, sideways, grinding, fingers working, until her whole body was shaking and her nails left red half-moons in his shoulder. Only then did he move again.

He withdrew just long enough to rearrange them. Temari found herself on her back once more, but this time Kael lifted her right leg high and crossed it over his own left thigh, opening her in a scissors position. He sank back into her from a new angle—deeper, tighter, the stretch almost too much. The first thrust in that position dragged a raw, startled cry from her throat.

"Ah—! Too deep—"

"You can take it," he said, voice strained now. He braced one hand on her raised thigh and started fucking her in earnest, long strokes that pulled almost free before slamming home again. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, louder than before. Every impact made her breasts bounce. Every withdrawal left her empty for a fraction of a second that felt too long, only for him to fill her again with a force that punched the air from her lungs.

Temari’s head tipped back. Her mouth fell open. The sounds coming out of her were no longer controlled—high, desperate, continuous.

"Ah—ah—ah—fuck—Naruto—slower—nngh—!"

He did not slow. He fucked her through the scissors position with the same relentless focus he had used on the earlier lessons, adjusting the angle whenever her moans pitched higher, driving into the spot that made her thighs shake and her toes curl hard against nothing. Sweat slicked both their bodies. The wet sounds turned filthy and constant—slick, rhythmic, unbroken. Temari’s internal voice had gone quiet under the onslaught. There was only the stretch, the heat, the way her body kept tightening around him like it never wanted him to leave.

Kael’s rhythm finally stuttered. His grip on her thigh tightened. He drove in hard one last time, buried to the root, and came with a low, guttural groan. Thick pulses flooded her, hot and deep. Temari felt every spurt, the way it painted her insides, the way her own body fluttered and clenched around him as if trying to pull more. A broken, high sound tore out of her—half sob, half moan—as the heat of his release pushed her over the edge she had been fighting. Her orgasm crashed through her in sharp, pulsing waves, thighs locking around him, pussy milking every last drop.

Somewhere during the session the condom broke and his cum was inside her. She said "Hey you just came inside me."

"I think the condom was old so it tored."

They stayed locked like that for long seconds, both breathing hard. Kael’s forehead rested against her raised calf. Temari stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, the wetness of him leaking out around where they were still joined. Her mind slowly restarted.

She had just let him fuck her in three different positions. She had come on his cock. He had filled her.

Kael slowly pulled out. The wet sound of separation made her flinch. He sat back on his heels, looking down at her with the same calm, slightly amused expression he had worn when she first put the scroll in her mouth.

"Lesson two," he said, voice still rough. "Now you know how it feels to take it. Next time we work on how you move while he’s inside you."

Temari swallowed. Her legs still trembled. The evidence of what they had done was already cooling on her inner thighs. She should stand up. She should get dressed. She should leave and never come back to this room.

Instead she stayed where she was, staring at the ceiling, and heard herself gasping after the session.

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