Chapter 203: Konan [3] 18+

**Chapter 203**

Kael kept kissing her as they moved. One hand stayed at the back of her neck; the other reached behind him and pushed the door shut until the latch clicked. They stumbled deeper into the room, mouths still joined, until Konan’s hips met the edge of the low table. The sudden contact pressed her belly against the hard line of his cock through his pants. She broke the kiss with a sharp breath.

"Naruto... are you sure about this?"

"I’ve never been more sure of anything." His voice was rough. "I want you, Konan."

He lowered his mouth to the side of her neck and kissed the sensitive skin there. She shivered.

"You used to call me big sister..."

He did not stop. His lips trailed lower while his hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled it up in one smooth motion. The fabric cleared her head and dropped to the floor. Only her bra remained. Before she could cover herself he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and drew them down her legs. Then he lifted her by the waist and set her on the table. Cool wood met the backs of her thighs.

"This doesn’t feel right," she whispered.

"Why?"

"It feels like I’m cheating on my two childhood friends just to fill some hunger."

Kael stroked his thumb across her cheek, steady and calm.

"You were never theirs to begin with. You have every right to choose who you want. You’ve spent years thinking about their feelings. Think about your own for once."

He pushed his own pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard. Konan’s eyes widened.

"It’s too big, Naruto. I don’t think I can—"

He stepped between her knees, guided himself to her entrance, and pushed in only halfway. The stretch tore a loud, startled moan from her throat. Her arms flew around his neck and locked tight. She was untouched—tight, hot, and trembling around the intrusion.

"Ready?" he asked against her ear.

She nodded once, small and shaky. Kael gripped her hips and sank the rest of the way in with one controlled thrust. Konan’s head fell back. A broken, high sound poured out of her. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in. The second stroke made her jolt and moan again, louder.

He settled into a steady rhythm, hands braced on the table on either side of her waist, upper body leaning forward. Konan’s legs spread wider on instinct. Her arms stayed locked around his neck as she tried to match the movement of his hips. Every thrust dragged another moan from her—soft at first, then fuller, less restrained.

"Ah... Naruto... ah..."

Kael reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The moment the fabric loosened she tried to cover her breasts with both hands. He caught her wrists, guided her arms above her head, and pinned them there with one hand. His mouth closed over one nipple and sucked firmly. Konan cried out, back arching, the new sensation shooting straight down to where he was still moving inside her. He switched to the other breast, licking and sucking while his hips kept the same deep, relentless pace.

When he finally released her wrists he kissed her again, hungry and open. One hand slid under the back of her neck and lifted her slightly so she sat closer to the edge of the table. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and rested the other against his thigh. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing and pulling her onto him with every thrust. The new angle let him go deeper. Konan’s moans climbed higher.

"Naruto... Naruto, slow down... please—"

He did not slow down. He only adjusted his grip and kept fucking her, the wet sound of their bodies filling the quiet house. Her blue hair stuck to her damp cheeks. Her breasts moved with every impact. Soft, continuous cries spilled from her lips, broken only when she tried to form words that dissolved into more sound.

Kael shifted again. He lifted both of her legs, set them on his shoulders, and stepped in closer. His arms wrapped around her back, locking her hips tight against him. The position folded her open completely. Every stroke bottomed out with a heavy, wet slap. Konan’s hands scrabbled at his shoulders, his arms, anything she could reach. Her head tipped back. A long, shaking moan tore out of her. ℴ

"Ah—! It’s so deep... Naruto... I can’t—"

"You can." He kissed the inside of her knee, then the side of her calf, never stopping the roll of his hips. "You’re taking me so well."

Her protests grew weaker, replaced by raw, open sounds of pleasure. The guilt was still there—he could see it flicker across her face whenever her eyes focused—but it kept losing ground to the heat building between them. She had spent years denying herself. Now that denial was cracking under every deep thrust.

Kael kept the pace steady and thorough, watching her fall apart by degrees. He did not chase his own release. He simply stayed buried in her, moving, filling her, listening to the way her moans turned more desperate and less controlled with every passing minute. Sweat slicked both of them. The table creaked softly beneath her. Outside, the village slept. Inside, Konan’s carefully built walls continued to crumble around the one person she had never expected to want.

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