Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 A Fun Afternoon [oral, anal]

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Hayao’s room in the guest house, casting a soft, dappled glow across the tatami mats, their woven straw scent pleasant to his senses. Hayao sat at his low wooden desk, his fingers tracing the worn pages of a manga. 

Suddenly, the door slid open with a sharp rasp, the sound slicing through the stillness, and Shina barged in, her presence abrupt and electrifying, the door rattling in its frame. She stood framed in the doorway, her slender form accentuated by a purple one-piece swimsuit, the tight fabric clinging to her small breasts, their faint outlines visible, her flat stomach taut, her narrow hips swaying slightly. The deep violet material shimmered in the sunlight, hugging her curves like a second skin, the crotch riding up to reveal a hint of her inner thighs. Her long black hair hung loose, cascading in soft waves down her back, some strands sticking to her sweat-slicked neck, framing her face with a wild, untamed allure. Her dark eyes blazed with a mix of determination and playful mischief, her bare feet silent on the tatami as she stepped forward, a teasing smile curling her full lips.

“Hayao,” she said, her voice firm yet laced with a playful lilt, cutting through the quiet like a spark, “I want to fuck, but this time, I’m calling the shots. I control the pace.”

Hayao’s head snapped up, his manga tumbling to the desk, forgotten, his cock hardening instantly in his loose pants, a jolt of arousal surging through him at her bold, teasing directness. 

“Alright,” he replied, his voice husky, his eyes locked on her, drinking in her form, the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the swimsuit, her playful smirk igniting his desire.

He remained seated on the chair, its wooden frame creaking as he shifted, his erection tenting his pants, a damp spot forming from precum. Shina approached, her steps deliberate, her loose hair swaying with each movement, brushing her shoulders, catching the light in glossy waves. She knelt before him, her knees sinking into the soft tatami, her hands reaching for his pants, unbuttoning them with deft, teasing fingers. She tugged them down along with his underwear, freeing his hardening cock, which sprang up, thick and throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip in the soft, dappled light.

Shina took him in her hand, her fingers cool against his heated skin, stroking slowly, her touch light but deliberate, her grip tightening as she felt him pulse, her thumb smearing the precum over the sensitive head, making him shudder. She leaned in, her breath warm and moist on his cock, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, her dark eyes locking onto his with a playful intensity, a silent challenge that made his heart race. 

“You like that, don’t you, Hayao. Is everyone from the mainland like this?” she teased, her voice low and sultry, her lips brushing his cock as she spoke, sending a shiver through him.

Hayao groaned, his hands twitching, itching to grab her hair, but he restrained himself, gripping the chair’s edges, the smooth wood grounding him as his knuckles whitened. Shina’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling, teasing the sensitive slit, her suction tight and wet, drawing a low moan from deep in his throat. She bobbed her head slowly, taking him deeper with each movement, her saliva coating his shaft, dripping down to his balls, the wet, slurping sound filling the room, mingling with the faint hum of cicadas outside. Her loose hair fell forward, brushing his thighs, a silken caress that heightened his arousal, her strands catching the light, shimmering like black silk.

She pulled back, her tongue tracing the underside of his cock, licking along the pulsing veins, slow and deliberate, savoring his taste. She moved lower, her lips closing around one of his balls, sucking gently, her tongue rolling over the sensitive skin, then switching to the other, her mouth warm and soft, her eyes never wavering from his, twinkling with playful mischief. 

“Mmm, you’re so hard for me,” she murmured, her voice vibrating against his balls, sending a jolt through his cock, making it throb harder, precum leaking steadily, glistening in the light.

Hayao’s breath hitched, his hips twitching, his hands moving to her hair, fingers tangling in the loose strands, intending to thrust into her mouth. Shina slapped his hands away, her palm stinging against his knuckles, her eyes flashing with playful defiance. 

“No way,” she said sharply, her smirk widening, her voice dripping with teasing authority. “I’m in charge this time. You just sit there and take it.”

He relented, his hands falling back to the chair, gripping the wood tightly, his knuckles whitening as she resumed her work. Her blowjob was luxurious, deliberate, a masterful dance of control. She varied her technique, sometimes taking him deep into her throat, her nose brushing his pubic hair, holding him there until a soft gag escaped her lips, her throat contracting around him. Other times, she focused on the head, her tongue flicking rapidly over the slit, drawing out more precum, her lips sucking with a teasing lightness that made him groan. Her hands worked in tandem, one stroking his shaft in time with her mouth, the other massaging his balls, rolling them gently, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind them, sending sparks of pleasure through him.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of her sucking, Hayao’s low moans, and the creak of the chair as he shifted, his body tense with building pleasure. Shina’s loose hair brushed his thighs with each bob of her head, a soft, tickling sensation that drove him wild, her eyes locked on his, dark and commanding, her playful smile never fading. She pulled back occasionally, letting a string of saliva connect her lips to his cock, glistening in the sunlight, before diving back in, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, her throat relaxing to take him deeper, her saliva dripping, coating his balls, pooling on the tatami below.

Hayao’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock pulsing in her mouth, his balls tightening with need. “Fuck, Shina, you’re killing me,” he panted, his voice strained, his hips twitching, desperate to thrust but held back by her command. 

She smirked around his cock, her eyes twinkling, and sucked harder, her tongue pressing against the underside, drawing a deep groan from him, his climax building torturously slow under her control.

After what felt like an eternity of exquisite torment, Shina stood, her swimsuit damp with sweat and arousal, the purple fabric clinging to her slender frame, her nipples hard points beneath it, her small breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She turned around, her back to him, her loose hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. With one hand, she reached back, pulling the crotch of her swimsuit aside, exposing her pussy, glistening with arousal, and her tight, puckered asshole.

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering, her lips parted in a teasing smile. “I want it in my ass,” she said, her voice husky with desire, a playful challenge in her tone, her fingers brushing her pussy lips, spreading her wetness, making her asshole glisten faintly.

Hayao’s cock twitched, his arousal peaking, his throat dry as he nodded, unable to speak, his eyes fixed on her exposed hole, imagining its tightness, his guilt a fleeting shadow against his hunger. Shina positioned herself over him, her legs straddling the chair, her feet flat on the tatami for leverage, her slender thighs trembling slightly with anticipation. She reached back with one hand, spreading her buttcheeks, her fingers digging into her soft flesh, exposing her asshole fully, the tight ring puckered and inviting. With her other hand, she guided his cock, slick with her saliva, pressing the tip against her anus, the contact sending a jolt through both of them.

She took a deep breath, her body tensing, then pushed down, the head of his cock forcing its way past her tight ring, the dry friction intense and painful. Shina gasped, biting her lower lip hard, a sharp wince crossing her face as pain shot through her, her body trembling, her hands gripping his thighs for support, nails digging into his skin, leaving red crescent marks. 

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice strained, tears welling in her eyes, her jaw clenched as she fought to manage the burning sensation, her playful smirk faltering but not disappearing. “It’s… a lot,” she added, her tone teasing despite the pain, her eyes flicking to his with a defiant glint.

Hayao remained still, his hands resting lightly on her hips, letting her control the descent, his cock throbbing inside her, the tightness overwhelming, the lack of lubrication making it a struggle. Shina moved slowly, inch by inch, her ass stretching painfully to accommodate his thick cock, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her face a mask of endurance, a single tear rolling down her cheek, glistening in the sunlight. 

“It hurts,” she muttered, her voice barely audible, her lower lip trembling, a mark forming where she bit too hard, her loose hair sticking to her sweat-dampened neck, framing her pained expression.

Hayao’s hands tightened slightly on her hips, not guiding, just holding, feeling her tremble, his cock pulsing inside her, the dry heat searing. “You okay?” he asked, his voice strained, his own discomfort evident, the friction intense, his balls aching with need.

“Shut up,” she snapped playfully, a strained smile breaking through her pain, her eyes twinkling with defiance as she pushed down further, impaling herself fully, his cock buried deep in her ass. She let out a choked sob, biting her lip harder, her body shuddering as she adjusted to the intrusion, her anus clenching painfully around him, the tightness almost unbearable.

After a moment, she began to move, lifting herself up slightly, then down again, each movement slow and deliberate, her ass gripping his cock like a velvet vice, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him despite her obvious pain. Shina’s moans were stifled, her forearm pressed against her mouth, her teeth sinking into her skin to muffle her cries, the pain radiating through her, bruising her arm, her pussy dripping onto his balls, her arousal a stark contrast to her anal discomfort. 

“Fuck, it’s intense,” she gasped, her voice raw, her eyes flicking to his with a playful challenge, her loose hair swaying with each movement, brushing her back, sticking to her sweat-slicked skin.

Hayao groaned, his hands steady on her hips, feeling her slow rhythm, his cock throbbing inside her, the tightness almost unbearable. Shina’s pace quickened gradually, her ass bouncing on his lap, the chair creaking under their weight, the tatami mats absorbing the sound. She moved with determination, her body trembling, her forearm bruised from her bites, her cries escaping in sharp gasps, the pain persistent, but her control unwavering, her playful attitude shining through as she smirked through her discomfort. 

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice strained but playful, her eyes locked on his, her loose hair falling over her shoulders, framing her flushed face.

“You’re a wonderful girl,” Hayao panted, his climax building, his balls tightening, the friction searing, the pleasure overwhelming despite her pain. 

Shina ignored him, her focus on her own rhythm, her ass slamming down onto his cock, using his lap as a springboard, each thrust a mix of agony and defiance. Her pussy dripped steadily, her arousal evident, her body rocking with each movement, her loose hair swaying wildly, sweat dripping down her back, soaking her swimsuit, the purple fabric clinging to her slender frame, her small breasts bouncing slightly, her nipples hard points beneath the material.

As their climax neared, Shina’s movements became frantic, her ass clenching tighter, her body trembling, her cries louder despite her efforts to contain them, her forearm bruised and red from her bites. 

“Cum with me,” she gasped, her voice raw, her playful tone breaking through the pain, her eyes burning into his, her loose hair a dark curtain around her face. 

Hayao’s hands tightened on her hips, his fingers bruising her pale skin, his own moans joining hers, the room filled with the sounds of their passion—skin slapping, heavy breathing, stifled cries, the chair creaking, the tatami mats absorbing the intensity.

With a final, deep thrust, Hayao came, his hot cum shooting thick and warm into her ass, filling her, triggering her own orgasm. Her pussy spasmed, her juices gushing onto his lap, soaking his thighs, her scream muffled by her arm as she bit down harder, her body shaking with release, her sphincter clenching painfully around his cock, the pain amplifying her climax. The intensity of their shared orgasm left them trembling, their breaths ragged, sweat dripping down their bodies, the room heavy with the scent of sex—musk, sweat, and cum, mingling with the scent of the tatami.

Shina collapsed forward, still on his lap, his cock softening inside her, their bodies slick with sweat, the chair creaking as they caught their breath. After a moment, she lifted herself off him, wincing as his cum leaked from her stretched, reddened asshole, dripping onto the tatami, a sticky trail forming. She turned to face him, her face flushed, tears drying on her cheeks, a strained but triumphant smile on her lips, her loose hair framing her face like a dark halo, her playful attitude shining through despite the pain.

Hayao pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood from her bitten lip, his hands cupping her face, her loose hair brushing his fingers, soft and damp with sweat. Then, he guided her head down to his cock, his voice low and commanding. “Clean it.”

Shina hesitated, her nose wrinkling at the musky scent, her eyes narrowing with playful defiance. 

“It’s going to be disgusting,” she muttered, her voice teasing, but she complied, taking his softening cock into her mouth, licking it clean, her tongue swirling around the shaft, tasting the mix of cum and her own ass, her expression one of reluctant obedience. 

She worked slowly, her lips soft, her tongue thorough, sucking gently to ensure every trace was gone, the act both degrading and intimate, her eyes flicking up to his with a mischievous glint.

Hayao smiled, pulling her up for another kiss, their bodies pressed together, the afternoon light casting a warm glow over them. “You did good,” he murmured, his voice soft, his hands caressing her back, feeling the damp fabric of her swimsuit, the purple material clinging to her sweat-slicked skin.

Shina smirked, standing, adjusting her swimsuit, the fabric snapping back into place, hugging her slender frame, her small breasts rising with her heavy breathing. “Next time, I’m still in charge,” she said, her voice playful, her eyes sparkling with defiance as she sauntered toward the door, her loose hair swaying, catching the light in glossy waves. The door slid shut behind her with a soft thud, leaving Hayao alone, his body sated but his mind a whirl of desire and unease.

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