*Slap slap slap...* the sound echoed obscenely through Kurenai's bedroom, rhythmic and wet, punctuated by the insistent creaking of the mattress springs. Masato's hips pistoned rapidly, each thrust driving Kurenai's face deeper into the pillows. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles bleached white, but her body arched backward to meet him every time, her spine curving inward like a bow.
"Ha ah ah..." Kurenai's muffled cries blended with the slick, rhythmic slap of skin on skin as Masato drove into her relentlessly from behind. Her body arched and trembled beneath him, every muscle taut with conflicting signals, her mind screaming for escape while her nerve endings lit up with traitorous pleasure.
Kurenai's body jerked as Masato's cock speared into her, the stretch bordering on painful, her inner walls fluttered in involuntary resistance before yielding to the invasion. Masato exhaled through his nose as he pushed forward, savoring the wet, resisting heat of her tight pussy.
"You're still as tight as you were on your first time," Masato murmured against the damp skin of Kurenai's shoulder, his breath hot and uneven. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as he pushed deeper.
Kurenai had long since accepted her new reality, that her body no longer belonged to her. The first time Masato had touched her, she'd tried to resist strongly. Now? Now her thighs would part willingly for him, her hips lifted high in silent invitation. The worst part wasn't the violation; it was how *good* it felt when he finally pushed inside her, how her traitorous cunt clenched around him like it was starved for his cock.
She remembered when he had first confessed his love to her three months ago, how absurdly novel and normal it had all seemed. Of course, Kurenai had known who Masato Kirishima was beforehand, he was the main topic of gossip among many female circles after all.
At first she had agreed to go out with him because Asuma had been pestering her for weeks, but the longer she stayed around Masato, the more infatuated she became, and unknowingly, she had sunk deeper into his trap. Until that fateful night about a month ago when he walked her home after a date. He had stepped inside her apartment without invitation, and within that instant, she couldn't move. Couldn't scream. Couldn't even blink without his permission.
Kurenai's first instinct had been to flare her chakra, a desperate, violent surge that should have shattered any genjutsu. But at that time she had no idea... it was already too late.
Kurenai's breath hitched as Masato's fingers tangled in her long black hair, yanking her head back sharply. The moonlight streaming through the window painted silver streaks across her sweat-slicked skin, her lips parted around ragged gasps. "Say it," he murmured against her ear, his free hand kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. "Say you love this."
Kurenai's lips parted obediently, the words slithered out between gasps, sticky with shame. "I... love this." Her voice cracked, even as her hips rocked backward to meet his, her pussy swallowing his eight-inch cock greedily with each thrust. Masato exhaled through his nose, savoring the way her hole clenched around his dick like a vice, warm and wet and *perfect*.
The bedroom air thickened with the scent of sweat and sex as Masato's movements grew erratic, his grip on Kurenai's hips tightening to the point of bruising. She choked back a sob when he suddenly pulled out, flipping her onto her back with effortless strength. Moonlight caught the tears streaking her cheeks as he spread her thighs wider. "Look at me," he commanded, and Kurenai's head lifted obediently, her crimson pupils dilated with conflicting emotions.
Masato settled between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her slit with deliberate pressure. He slowly pushed inside again, inch by agonizing inch, watching her face contort with pleasure as he stretched her open. Kurenai bit her lips, her legs hooking around his waist as she pulled him deeper. "Mmm, that's it," he murmured, rolling his hips in slow, torturous circles. "Your body knows what it wants."
"Ha ha Ah Ah!..." Kurenai's moans grew louder as Masato's hips snapped forward. Her breasts swayed wildly along with her jerking body as he fucked her wantonly.
The sudden shift in rhythm made Kurenai gasp. Masato's hips pistoned faster now, each thrust punching the air from her lungs in sharp, breathy moans. Her nails raked across his back as the familiar pressure built low in her belly. The slap of skin grew louder, wetter, the heat between them rising until she could feel him *swelling* inside her, the thick outline of his cock visibly bulged her abdomen with each deep penetration.
She had been broken in enough to know what that meant, the telltale swelling inside her, the way his thrusts became increasingly demanding. Her body tensed in anticipation even as her mind recoiled. Her hips rose instinctively, pressing herself flush against him as if to milk every last drop.
"Not... not inside," Kurenai gasped, the words barely more than a shuddering exhale as her thighs trembled around Masato's waist. It was a futile protest, her hips kept rolling upward to meet his every thrust.
Masato's thrusts turned punishing, his cock dragging along her inner walls with each swing of his hips. Her cheeks flushed, the shameful pleasure made her toes curl as her stomach tightened.
A few deep plunges later, Masato delivered one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a deep, gutteral groan, his hips flush against hers. Her thighs clamped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his back as if to fuse them together. The first hot spurt shot out mercilessly into her warm depths.
Her body arched off the mattress, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. His dick pulsed inside her, releasing ropes of cum deep inside her womb. The heat of his release flooded her, thick and unforgiving, her inner walls fluttering in reflexive spasms that only served to milk him further.
A warmth bloomed in her own belly as her climax crashed over her in waves that left her trembling and gasping, her fingers clutched helplessly at the sweat-soaked sheets as her body spasmed uncontrollably.
The aftershocks of Kurenai's orgasm still pulsed through her when Masato finally pulled out with a slick, obscene squelch. His cum dripped slowly from her gaping, quivering mess of a pussy onto the rumpled sheets. She lay limp, her legs spread wide open as her chest rose and fell rapidly.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, tears drying on her cheeks. Her spent body hummed with a satisfaction that made her stomach twist with self-loathing.
"Come clean me off." Masato's commanded softly, almost affectionately. Kurenai's body moved before the command fully registered, her limbs twitching into action like a puppet whose strings had been tugged. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, the muscles in her thighs quivering as she crawled toward him on the disheveled sheets.
Kurenai's fingers trembled as they curled around Masato's rock hard length, still glistening with their fluids. She bent forward, skillfully dragging her tongue along Masato's shaft. She sealed her lips around the flushed head as she sucked away the last traces of their mingling fluids.
Kurenai's throat flexed around the head of Masato's cock as she took him deeper. The familiar taste flooded her mouth as her tongue flattened against the pulsing vein beneath his shaft. Her body moved on autopilot, bobbing forward until her nose pressed into the wiry curls at the base.
"Hah... Now that's how a woman sucks a cock." Masato sighed, his fingers twisting into Kurenai's dark hair as she worked her magic. A silver strand of saliva connected her lips to his cock as she pulled back with a wet pop, her tongue lapped at the swollen head as she stared at him with upturned eyes.
"Good girl," Masato murmured contentedly. He slowly reclined against the pillows, his erection still standing proud, flushed and twitching with residual pleasure.
"Now it's your turn to get on top," Masato commanded leisurely, his words reminding her that the night was still young.