Chapter 97: Temari’s Training [4] (18+)

Kael’s hands slid under Temari’s thighs. One smooth pull and she was lifted, guided forward until she straddled his hips. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance again—already slick from everything they had done. He held her steady and let her sink down.

Temari’s breath left her in a sharp, broken sound as he filled her completely. The new angle drove him deeper than before. Her hands braced on his chest, fingers curling against the firm muscle. For a moment she stayed still, adjusting, the stretch making her thighs tremble.

"Move," Kael said quietly. "You’re the one on top now. Learn how to ride."

She lifted her hips and dropped them again. The wet sound of their joining filled the room—slick, soft, unmistakable. Up. Down. Slow at first while she found the rhythm. Each time she sank fully onto him a low, involuntary moan slipped out of her throat.

"Ah... nngh..."

Kael’s hands settled on her waist, guiding without forcing. "That’s it. Roll your hips when you come down. Feel where it hits deepest."

Temari obeyed. She rolled forward on the downward stroke, grinding her clit against the base of him. The dual pressure made her head tip back. Her pigtails—already half-loose—swayed with every movement. The wet slap of skin grew steadier as she gained confidence, rising higher and dropping harder. Her breasts bounced with the motion. Sweat gathered between them and traced down her stomach.

Internally the same stubborn voice kept trying to stay in control. This is still practice. Learn the pace. Learn how to make it good for him later. Do not look at the boy under you. Do not notice the way his eyes stay locked on your face. She closed her own eyes and focused on the physical—the thick slide, the stretch, the heat building low in her belly. Her moans grew louder, less controlled.

"Uh... uh... fuck..."

Kael let her set the pace for a long time. Only when her thighs began to shake from the effort did he sit up, chest to chest, and shift them into a slower, deeper rhythm. Slow ride. He kept her fully seated, hands firm on her hips, and rolled upward in short, grinding thrusts that never left her empty. The angle pressed constantly against the front wall of her pussy. Every small movement sent sparks up her spine.

Temari’s eyes flew open. "W-wait—too much—"

Kael’s hand came up and cupped her jaw, holding her face toward his. She tried to turn away. He did not allow it. Their mouths were close enough that every breath mixed.

"Still thinking about your lover, huh bitch? You just let someone other than your lover fuck you." he murmured against her lips. Then he kissed her.

Temari’s first instinct was to pull back. The kiss felt too intimate, too much like something that belonged to the person she actually wanted. Kael’s hand stayed firm, thumb stroking her cheek while his tongue slid past her lips. She made a small protesting sound that melted into a moan when he ground up into her at the same moment. The slow, deep friction never stopped. Wet, rolling, continuous. Her body betrayed her—hips rocking to meet every upward thrust, arms sliding around his neck without permission.

He broke the kiss only long enough to trail his mouth down her throat and latch onto one breast. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the nipple, tongue flicking. Temari’s back arched. A sharp cry tore out of her.

"Ah—! Not so rough—"

He ignored the protest and moved to the other breast, sucking just as roughly, leaving the skin flushed and wet. All the while his hips kept that slow, grinding rhythm, cock buried deep, rubbing the spot that made her thighs lock tighter around him. Temari’s internal conflict sharpened into something almost painful. She should not be this wet. She should not be grinding down for more on a jerk like him. She should not be letting him kiss her like he had any right to her mouth. Training, it wasn’t training at all she just let Naruto release his lust on her use her.

Kael finally released her breast with a wet pop and shifted their positions once more. He stayed seated, pulled her legs around his waist so they faced each other fully, and settled into lotus. The new angle locked them together—chests pressed close, her thighs spread wide over his, his cock buried to the root. He wrapped one arm around her lower back and the other around her shoulders, holding her in place while he began to thrust upward in short, powerful strokes.

Temari’s forehead dropped against his. Their mouths met again, messier this time. She tried not to kiss back. Her body did it anyway. Every upward snap of his hips punched a soft, broken sound into his mouth

"uh... ah... nngh—"

while the wet slap of their joined bodies filled the small room. The position left no space between them. Every thrust ground her clit against his stomach. Every withdrawal dragged along her walls before he filled her again. Sweat slicked their skin where they pressed together. Her nails dug into his back.

"Naruto—wait—I can’t—"

"Shut up bitch," he said against her lips, voice rough. "Take it. Learn how it feels when he’s this deep and doesn’t stop."

He fucked her through the lotus position with steady, relentless focus, never pulling out more than an inch, keeping the pressure constant and deep. Temari’s moans turned continuous, high and breathless. Her internal voice finally went quiet under the onslaught. There was only the stretch, the heat, the way her body kept clenching around him like it never wanted the lesson to end. The wet sounds grew filthier—slick, rhythmic, unbroken. Her orgasm built fast and hard, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering.

Kael’s rhythm stuttered. He drove up hard one last time, buried completely, and came with a low groan that vibrated against her mouth. Thick pulses flooded her again, hot and deep. The sensation pushed Temari over the edge. Her climax crashed through her in sharp, pulsing waves, a broken cry muffled against his lips as her body milked every drop.

They stayed locked together for long seconds, both breathing hard. Kael’s forehead rested against hers. Temari’s eyes were half-lidded, unfocused. The wetness of his release was already starting to leak out around where they were still joined.

Finally he lifted her off him. The wet sound of separation made her flinch. He set her gently on the bed and stood, already reaching for his clothes.

"Get dressed," he said, voice calm again. "Go to your lover. Practice what you learned when the time comes."

Kael was no longer the boy who just get scared talking to anyone he changed when he got dropped into this world. He understood that he doesn’t need love all he need is power over all the people. If using someone grants him power he will do it even if he has to manipulate or force them.

Temari lay there for a moment longer, legs still trembling, the evidence of everything they had done cooling on her inner thighs. Slowly she pushed herself up, found her clothes, and pulled them on with shaking hands. She did not look at him while she dressed. She did not speak. When she reached the door she paused, hand on the frame, then stepped out into the quiet corridor without looking back.

Kael has now no need of her. Kael waited until the door slid shut. Only then did he sit on the edge of the bed and open the system window he had ignored since the previous quest.

Notifications waited.

[Quest 12/100 : Fuck Temari ✓]

Reward list scrolled into view. He had not checked the last one either. Both rewards sat there, unread, waiting for him to claim whatever new edge the system had decided to hand over this time.

Kael stared at the glowing text for a long moment, the taste of Temari still on his tongue, the scent of sex still heavy in the small room. Outside, the desert night continued, indifferent. Inside, the timer for the next demand had not yet appeared.

He reached out and tapped the first reward.

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