Chapter 204: Konan [4] 18+

Kael pulled her off the table without leaving her body. One smooth turn put her back to his chest. He bent her forward over the wood again and pushed back inside from behind in a single deep stroke. Konan cried out, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the tabletop.

"Naruto... from behind it looks even more..."

She never finished the sentence. A small mirror hung on the opposite wall, perfectly angled. Every time he thrust, she saw herself: mouth open, blue hair falling forward and shaking with the force, breasts swinging heavily beneath her. They were still flushed and sensitive from his mouth earlier; the movement made them ache in a way that only fed the heat between her legs. She tried to turn her face away, but the next hard snap of his hips forced her eyes back to the glass. A broken moan tore out of her.

Kael kept her legs pressed together and stood with one foot forward, hands locked on her waist. The position made her tighter. Every stroke dragged along her front wall and ended with a wet, heavy slap of skin. Konan’s elbows braced on the table. She rose onto her toes without thinking, trying to control the depth, but he only followed her up and fucked her harder. The mirror showed everything—her open mouth, the bounce of her tits, the dazed, unwilling pleasure written across her face.

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

He did not slow down. He watched her reflection over her shoulder, studied the way her expression cracked a little more with every thrust, and kept the rhythm deep and relentless. Soft, continuous cries spilled out of her. She shook her head left and right as if she could escape the image in the glass, but her body kept pushing back to meet him.

When her legs began to tremble he sat down on the chair behind the table and pulled her with him, never fully withdrawing. Konan sank onto his cock with her back to his chest, thighs spread wide over his, hands braced on the table edge for balance. Kael gripped her waist and started rocking her—forward and back, up and down—using his strength to control every movement. Her hair swung across her face. In the mirror she watched herself rise and fall on him, watched the place where their bodies joined, watched the helpless pleasure she could no longer hide.

Why do I look so happy?

The thought cut through the haze. This is the boy I called little brother. I never looked at him that way. Why is he so deep inside me that I can feel places I didn’t know existed?

Kael’s hands slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing and rolling the sensitive nipples while he kept moving her on his cock. Konan’s head fell back against his shoulder. Louder moans poured out of her, raw and open. The guilt was still there, but it was drowning under the steady, wet heat of being filled again and again.

He felt himself getting close and decided not to finish yet. In one smooth motion he lifted her off his cock, turned her around, and brought her down facing him. Konan’s knees settled on either side of his hips. Their chests pressed together. He guided himself back inside and she sank down with a long, shaking moan. Her arms locked around his neck. His hands returned to her waist and began lifting her up and down in short, powerful strokes.

The face-to-face position left nowhere to hide. Every expression crossed the small space between them. Konan’s eyes were glassy, lips parted, breath coming in hot little gasps against his mouth. Kael kissed her deeply while he bounced her on his cock, swallowing her moans. The chair creaked under them. Wet sounds filled the room. She tried once to slow the pace; he only gripped her tighter and fucked up into her harder.

"Naruto... I’m—ah—too much—"

"Take it." His voice was rough against her lips. "Just like that."

He increased the speed. Konan’s cries climbed higher. Her fingers dug into his back. The coil inside her wound tight and then snapped; she came with a broken shout, walls clamping hard around him. The sudden pressure dragged Kael over the edge. He slammed her down onto him and held her there as he emptied inside her in thick, heavy pulses. Heat flooded her. Konan’s eyes flew wide.

"Ahhh—it’s filling me..."

She collapsed forward, forehead against his shoulder, still trembling through the aftershocks. Kael stayed buried deep, arms locked around her waist, breathing hard against her hair. Neither of them moved for a long time. Cum began to leak out around his cock and drip onto his thighs. Konan’s heartbeat gradually slowed against his chest.

Eventually she pushed herself up on shaky arms. Her legs nearly gave out when she stood. She bent, gathered his clothes from the floor, and held them out without quite meeting his eyes.

"You should go back now."

Kael looked at her for a moment—flushed, messy, marked by his hands and mouth, still dripping what he had left inside her—and decided he would not rush this. She was too beautiful, and the crack in her composure was still too fresh. He took the clothes from her hands and dressed slowly while she watched. Every small movement seemed to hold her attention. When he was finished he stepped close again.

He kissed her. Konan tried to push at his chest, but the resistance had no real strength. Kael’s hands slid down, gripped her ass hard enough to make her gasp, and squeezed until she rose onto her toes. He held the pressure for several long seconds, then released her, brushed a softer kiss across her cheek, and opened the door.

The night air touched her bare skin as he stepped out. The door clicked shut behind him.

Konan’s knees finally gave way. She sank to the floor in the middle of the quiet house, one hand pressed between her legs where she could still feel him, the other covering her mouth. The mirror across the room still reflected her—naked, marked, and thoroughly changed. Outside, Kael’s footsteps faded down the street. Inside, the only sound left was her uneven breathing and the slow drip of what he had left behind.

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