Kurenai's body was no longer her own.
It belonged to the thick, relentless cock that had been rearranging her insides for what felt like hours. She had lost count of the orgasms somewhere after the seventh.
Her mind floated in a warm, hazy fog of pure sensation, every nerve ending raw and oversensitive, yet still greedily begging for more.
Minato had taken her in missionary first—slow, deep, grinding strokes that made her toes curl and her nails dig bloody crescents into his back.
Then he had pulled her on top, forcing her to ride him while his hands clamped her waist and guided every bounce.
She had sobbed his name when he slapped her ass hard enough to leave vivid red handprints, the sharp sting only making her cunt clench tighter around him.
Now she was face-down, knees spread wide on the sheets, ass raised high. Minato knelt behind her, one hand fisted in her dark hair, the other raining open-palmed spanks across both cheeks.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Each impact made her cry out, the sound half-pain, half-ecstasy. Her ass burned, glowing hot and red, the flesh jiggling under every strike.
The oil he had poured over her earlier made the skin gleam; every slap left a sharper, wetter sound.
"Look at this pretty ass," Minato growled, voice rough with lust. He landed another heavy spank right across the center of both cheeks, watching them bounce.
"Taking my cock like you were made for it. You're dripping down your thighs, Kurenai. Fucking soaked."
She could only moan into the pillow, the words sending fresh heat flooding through her. He was right.
Her pussy was a mess—swollen, slick, constantly twitching around the thick length buried deep inside her. Every time he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, her walls fluttered helplessly, trying to milk him.
"M-Minato… ahh—!"
Another hard spank landed, then another, the rhythm of his hips never faltering. He fucked her in long, powerful strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with the sharper cracks of his palm.
Her arms had given out long ago; her face was pressed into the soft pillow, drool soaking the fabric as she took every thrust.
"You love this, don't you?" he asked, voice low and teasing. He reached around and pinched one of her nipples, rolling it between his fingers while his other hand kept spanking.
"Being used like this. Having your ass painted red while I breed that tight little cunt."
"Yes—god, yes—" she gasped.
The admission tore out of her without shame. Something primal had taken over.
She was a kunoichi, a teacher, a woman who usually kept careful control… but right now she was just a female in heat, presenting for the strongest male she had ever known.
"It feels so good… you're so deep… don't stop spanking me—"
He laughed darkly and gave her exactly what she asked for. Three rapid, stinging smacks landed in quick succession, each one timed with a particularly brutal thrust that punched the air from her lungs.
Her orgasm hit without warning—violent, full-body, her pussy clamping down so hard Minato cursed and had to force his way through the fluttering walls.
She came screaming his name, thighs shaking, juices squirting around his cock and soaking the sheets beneath them.
Still he didn't stop.
He flipped her onto her back again, folded her legs up against her chest, and drove back into her in one smooth stroke. The new angle made her see stars.
Every thrust dragged over that swollen spot inside her that turned her thoughts into white noise.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Her eyes fluttered open. Minato's face hovered above hers—blue eyes dark with hunger, blond hair damp with sweat, jaw tight with the effort of holding back. He looked devastatingly handsome and completely unrestrained.
"You're taking me so well," he murmured, slowing just enough to grind deep, circling his hips so she felt every thick inch.
"This pussy was made for my cock. Listen to how wet you still are… even after coming that many times."
Kurenai could only whimper. Her hands slid up his arms, over the hard muscle of his shoulders, then cupped his face.
"You're… too good at this," she breathed. "I've never… never felt like this. It's too much. I'm going to break."
"Then break for me."
He started fucking her harder again, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. One hand stayed on her raised legs, keeping her folded open; the other returned to her ass, squeezing and spanking the already-sensitive flesh even in this position.
The dual sensation—deep, relentless pounding and the sharp sting of his palm—sent her tumbling into another orgasm almost immediately.
Her vision whited out. Pleasure crashed through her in waves so intense she could only arch and shake and cry. Her cunt spasmed around him in rhythmic, milking pulses that finally dragged Minato over the edge with her.
"Fuck—Kurenai—"
He buried himself to the hilt and flooded her. Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped deep into her womb, so much that it immediately began leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets.
He kept thrusting through it, shallow and possessive, forcing every drop as deep as it could go.
When the first wave finally eased, he pulled out with a wet sound.
Kurenai lay limp and trembling, thighs still spread, watching with glazed eyes as he stroked his still-hard cock and aimed it at her.
"Open," he said softly.
She parted her lips without hesitation.
Minato came again—long, heavy spurts that painted her tongue, her cheeks, her chin. He moved lower, covering her breasts in thick white streaks, then lower still, decorating her soft belly and the dark thatch of hair above her thoroughly used pussy.
He kept coming, more than any normal man should be able to, until her entire upper body glistened with his seed.
Only then did he finally stop, chest heaving.
He looked down at her—face and tits and belly marked, thighs still open and leaking his cum, ass bright red from his hand—and a slow, satisfied smile curved his mouth.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Kurenai could only stare up at him, dazed and completely wrecked. Her body hummed with residual pleasure; every small movement sent aftershocks through her overstimulated nerves.
She felt claimed.
Owned.
Thoroughly, deliciously used.
Minato collapsed beside her, pulling her against his chest despite the mess.
For several long minutes the only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the soft, wet drip of cum sliding down her thighs onto the sheets.
Eventually Kurenai tried to sit up. Her legs immediately betrayed her, wobbling like jelly. A soft, helpless laugh escaped her as she almost toppled.
Minato's arm shot out to steady her, amusement clear in his voice.
"Careful. I think I broke you."
"You did," she admitted, voice hoarse from screaming.
She looked down at herself—covered in sweat, oil, and his seed—and felt a strange, deep satisfaction settle in her chest. "I've never… been taken like that. Not even close."
He sat up, brushing a strand of hair from her sticky cheek. "Good. I want you to remember this every time you sit down tomorrow. Every time that pretty red ass stings."
A fresh pulse of heat flickered low in her belly at the words.
She managed to stand, swaying, and began the slow, unsteady walk toward the bathroom. Minato watched her go, eyes dark with lingering hunger, then rose and followed.
Inside the shower he crowded her against the tiled wall under the hot spray, washing the evidence of their fucking from her skin with slow, thorough hands. His soapy palms lingered on her still-tender ass, squeezing gently, then sliding lower to clean between her legs with almost reverent care.
Kurenai leaned back against his chest, eyes closed, completely pliant.
"You're dangerous," she
whispered.
Minato pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, smiling against her wet skin.
"Only for you."
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