Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 Repeat Visitor

Hayao lay on his futon, thoughts going this way and that, the distant chirping of crickets and the faint creak of wooden beams settling his current only company. Even alone, Hayao’s senses were still being overwhelmed by the day’s raw sexuality, each memory a spark igniting his restless body.

His mind replayed the village’s uninhibited acts and each image sent a jolt through him, his cock hardening beneath the sheets. 

He tossed and turned, the futon creaking under his weight, his thoughts aflame.

Just as his eyes grew heavy, a soft noise shattered the silence—the sliding of the door, a whisper of wood against wood, sharp in the quiet. Hayao’s heart raced, his cock twitching, his mind flashing to Shina’s slender frame. “Is that you, Shina?” he mumbled, sitting up, squinting into the dim light, his voice thick with sleep and anticipation.

No answer came, only the rustle of fabric as the figure moved closer, the scent of shampoo, musk, and a hint of sweat filling the room, richer and more mature than Shina’s clean soap. 

“Come on, Shina, is that you?” he asked again, louder, a mix of hope and unease in his tone, his hands gripping the sheets, his cock half-hard under the damp fabric.

“Figures. I thought you two were too friendly,” came a voice, sultry and amused, unmistakably Kanae’s. Hayao’s breath caught, his eyes widening as she stepped into the moonlight, her medium-length brown hair loose around her shoulders, wearing a tight t-shirt that hugged her curves, outlining her large breasts, their dark nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric.

“Kanae?” Hayao stammered, scrambling to sit up, his cock tenting the sheets, precum soaking through, his face flushing with shock and arousal. “What are you doing here?”

Kanae smiled, a slow, sensual curve of her full lips, her dark eyes gleaming with desire. Without a word, she gripped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it onto the tatami floor with a soft thud. Her large, beautiful mounds spilled free, heavy and round, their dark nipples erect in the cool air, swaying slightly, glowing in the moonlight. Hayao’s mouth went dry, his cock throbbing painfully, his eyes fixed on her tanned skin, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, a vision of raw sexuality that made his balls ache.

She knelt beside him on the futon, her bare thighs brushing his, her scent—shampoo, musk, and sweat—overwhelming his senses, filling the room with a heady mix. “Couldn’t sleep, city boy?” she purred, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek, her fingers warm and soft, trailing down to his neck, feeling his racing pulse, her nails grazing his skin, sending sparks through him. “I saw how you looked at me today, and I know what happened with Shina.”

Hayao’s heart pounded, a mix of fear and desire coursing through him, his cock pulsing under the sheets. “I… I didn’t mean to…” he started, his voice trembling, but Kanae silenced him with a finger to his lips, her touch electric, sending a shiver down his spine, her eyes locking onto his with a predatory intensity.

“Shh,” she whispered, her hand slipping under the sheets, finding his hard cock, wrapping around it firmly, stroking slowly, her grip tight and expert, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, spreading his precum, making him groan, his hips bucking involuntarily. “That girl never listens to me. After I told her to stop seducing the guests. Guess she went after you this time.” Her fingers tightened, stroking faster, her nails grazing the underside of his shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

Hayao’s mind reeled, his cock throbbing in her hand, the pleasure intense, his breath coming in short gasps. Before he could respond, a woman’s scream of pleasure echoed from downstairs, loud and uninhibited, cutting through the night. It wasn’t Kanae’s voice. His eyes widened, realization dawning, his cock twitching at the sound. 

“Since you’re not downstairs, that means Shina is…” he trailed off, his voice thick with shock, his mind flashing to Shina’s slender body, her pained cries from their night, now surrounded by men.

Kanae’s smile widened, her hand still stroking him, her fingers slick with his precum, her touch relentless. “What… you knew about the village’s traditions? Tonight, it’s not me but Shina who’s servicing the guests,” she said, her voice calm, her thumb circling his cock’s head, making him groan louder.

Hayao’s jaw dropped, his cock throbbing harder despite his shock, precum dripping steadily, coating her hand. “What!?” he exclaimed, sitting up straighter, his mind racing with images of Shina’s pale skin, her small breasts, her pussy and mouth claimed by the village men, just as Kanae’s had been.

Kanae leaned closer, her large breasts brushing his chest through her remaining shorts, her nipples hard points against his skin, sending sparks through him. “Ever since Shina’s gotten old enough, the men of the village have come around looking for her to fuck,” she explained, her voice steady, her hand never stopping its rhythm, stroking him with a skill that made his balls ache. “It’s part of our way of life here.”

Hayao’s mind spun, his arousal clashing with disbelief, his cock pulsing in her grip. “Are you okay with some random guys fucking your daughter?” he asked, his voice incredulous, his hips thrusting into her hand, unable to resist the pleasure despite his shock.

Kanae laughed softly, a throaty sound that sent a shiver through him, her hand moving faster, her fingers slick with his precum. “They’re not just random guys. We’re all family here. Sharing fish and vegetables together and sharing a night together aren’t all that different. Shina’s a woman now, an adult just like us.” Her words were matter-of-fact, her hand tightening, stroking him harder, making him moan, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening with need.

She stood briefly, shimmying out of her shorts, revealing her bare pussy, shaved and glistening with arousal, her tanned thighs framing it invitingly. She knelt back down, her hand returning to his cock, stroking with renewed vigor. “All that grumbling and you’re getting hard,” she teased, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft, feeling it pulse, the precum dripping steadily, coating her hand, the wet sound of her strokes filling the room.

Kanae leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his thighs, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and sweet. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a nice young dick like yours,” she purred, her voice thick with desire, her hand stroking him faster, her fingers slick with his precum. “It’s always old guys fucking me, but they don’t get this hard, this full.” 

She leaned down, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting his precum, the salty tang filling her mouth. Her moan vibrated through him, sending waves of pleasure, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening.

Hayao groaned, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts, feeling their heavy softness, his thumbs brushing her nipples, making her moan louder, her pussy visibly wet, the scent of her arousal filling the room, mingling with his own musk. “Kanae, fuck,” he panted, his hips bucking, thrusting into her mouth, the wet heat intense, her tongue flicking over the slit, drawing out more precum.

She pulled back, her lips glistening with his precum, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock, her breath hot and ragged. 

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, her hand stroking him steadily, her other hand massaging his balls, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin, making him gasp. She leaned in again, sucking him deeper, her lips tight, her throat relaxing to take him fully, her nose brushing his pubic hair, her saliva dripping down his shaft, coating his balls.

Downstairs, Shina’s screams of pleasure grew louder, a chorus of moans and grunts from the men, a reminder of the village’s traditions, adding to the surreal intensity. Hayao’s mind flashed to Shina’s slender body, her pussy and mouth filled, her pained cries from their night replaced by pleasure, and the thought sent a dark thrill through him, his cock throbbing, his balls aching for release.

Kanae pulled back, her lips swollen, her face flushed, her eyes dark with lust. “Not yet,” she said, her voice commanding, standing to straddle him, her pussy hovering above his cock, the heat radiating from her, the scent of her arousal intoxicating, a mix of musk and jasmine. She lowered herself slowly, guiding his cock to her entrance, her tight pussy enveloping him inch by inch, both of them moaning at the sensation, her juices coating him, running down his balls, pooling on the futon.

Kanae began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her large breasts bouncing with each thrust, their weight hypnotic, her dark nipples hard and glistening with sweat. Hayao’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his cock thrusting up to meet her, the friction intense, her pussy clenching around him, milking him. Their pace quickened, the futon creaking beneath them, their bodies slapping together, sweat beading on their skin, the room thick with the scent of sex.

Kanae’s moans grew louder, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her back, her voice raw and desperate. “Fuck, city boy, you’re so big,” she panted, her hips grinding, taking him deeper, her pussy dripping, the wet sound echoing. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a nice young dick like yours,” she gasped, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, her pussy clenching tightly around him. “It’s always those old guys fucking me, but they can’t fill me like you do.” Her words were punctuated by a deep moan as she adjusted her angle, his cock hitting a sensitive spot inside her, her nails raking his chest, leaving red trails.

Hayao groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, thrusting up harder, his cock throbbing inside her, the pleasure overwhelming. The thought of Kanae with older men, their weathered bodies unable to match his youthful stamina, fueled his arousal, his balls tightening with need. “Kanae, you’re fucking incredible,” he panted, his voice strained, his hips bucking, fucking her pussy with relentless force, her juices coating him, dripping onto the futon.

She smiled down at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. “You like that, don’t you? Knowing you’re better than those old farts,” she teased, her pussy clenching tighter, her hips grinding harder, her breasts bouncing, sweat dripping from her brow, her nipples grazing his chest, sending sparks through him. 

The sounds from downstairs—Shina’s moans, the men’s grunts—grew louder, a primal chorus that heightened the intensity, a reminder of the village’s uninhibited traditions.

Kanae’s movements became frantic, her pussy spasming around his cock, her nails digging deeper into his chest, leaving red welts. “Cum with me, Hayao,” she panted, her voice breaking with need, her hips slamming down, taking him deeper, her juices gushing, soaking them both. Hayao thrust harder, his balls tightening, the pressure unbearable. With a final, deep thrust, he exploded inside her, his cum shooting hot and thick, filling her pussy, as she screamed in pleasure, her own orgasm crashing over her, her pussy clenching, milking every drop, her juices mixing with his, dripping onto the futon.

They collapsed together, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat, the room heavy with the scent of sex. Kanae lay beside him, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, her breath warm against his skin, her breasts soft and warm, pressing against his side. 

“You’re full of surprises, city boy,” she murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, brushing his nipple, making him twitch, her touch gentle now, a contrast to their intensity.

Hayao stroked her hair, his mind calmer but still tangled with questions, guilt, and desire. “What about Shina?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with unease, memories of her arousing him further..

Kanae smiled, her eyes closing, her voice soft but firm. “She’s fine. She’s a big girl. Besides, on this island, we have our ways.” Her words were a comfort, but uncertainty lingered, a shadow in his mind.

As they lay there, the sounds from downstairs continued—Shina’s moans, the men’s grunts—a reminder of the village’s traditions. Kanae’s hand moved to his cock again, stroking it gently, feeling it harden under her touch, her fingers slick with their mixed fluids. “More grumbling, but you’re getting hard again,” she teased, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft, feeling it pulse, the precum dripping steadily, her voice laced with amusement.

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