Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch. 5 Thanks for Staying!

Kanae’s words echoed in his mind—her hope that he’d stay, Shina’s affection, their shared warmth. The thought of leaving them, of returning to Tokyo’s structured expectations, felt like a betrayal of the life he’d found. After hours of wrestling with his thoughts, the twilight deepening around him, Hayao made his choice. He would stay on the island with Kanae and Shina, embracing their world, their love, their freedom.

The next morning, he shared his decision over breakfast, the guest house’s common room filled with the aroma of miso soup and grilled fish. Kanae’s face lit up, her dark eyes sparkling as she pulled him into a tight hug, her large breasts pressing against his chest, her jasmine scent enveloping him. 

“I’m so happy, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Shina, sitting across the table, her slender frame in a light sundress, grinned and wrapped her arms around him from behind, her ponytail tickling his neck. “You’re stuck with us now, city boy!” she teased, her lips brushing his ear, sending a shiver through him.

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The other guests had dispersed, their chatter fading as they left, leaving the common room quiet save for the distant chirping of the bugs. Shina, with a playful wink, had slipped out to help a friend with some homework. Hayao and Kanae were alone now, her arms still around him, her body pressed close. Her dark eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her full lips curving into a smile that held both joy and a flicker of desire.

“Hayao,” she murmured, her voice soft but charged, pulling back slightly to look up at him, her hands resting on his shoulders, her fingers warm through his loose yukata. “You’ve made me so fucking happy. I need to show you how much this means to me.”

Before Hayao could respond, Kanae’s hands slid down his chest, her fingers deftly untying his yukata, letting the cotton fabric fall open to expose his naked body. His cock, already stirring from her proximity and the emotional intensity, sprang free, half-hard and twitching, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Kanae’s eyes widened with appreciation, her lips parting as she sank to her knees on the tatami mats, the soft straw cushioning her as she positioned herself before him. Her hands rested on his thighs, her fingers digging lightly into his skin, sending sparks through him.

“Fuck, you’re cock is just wonderful. I’m in love with it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust, her hands wrapping around his shaft, stroking slowly, her grip firm and warm, her thumb circling the head, spreading his precum, making him groan. 

Hayao’s legs spread slightly for balance, his hands clenching at his sides, his eyes locked on her full lips, glistening in the soft glow, her dark eyes gazing up at him with a mix of adoration and hunger.

She leaned forward, her breath hot on his cock, making it twitch, her large breasts pressing against his thighs through her t-shirt, their weight a teasing promise. Her tongue darted out, licking the head, tasting the salty precum, the tang filling her mouth, her soft moan vibrating against him. Hayao’s breath hitched, a low groan escaping as she parted her lips, taking the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, teasing the sensitive underside, her lips tight as she sucked gently, drawing out more precum.

The pleasure was immediate, Hayao’s legs trembling slightly as he stood, his cock throbbing in her warm, wet mouth, her saliva coating him, making each movement slick. Kanae’s hands worked in tandem, one stroking the base of his shaft, her fingers tight, the other cupping his balls, massaging them gently, her nails grazing the sensitive skin, sending jolts through him. Her breasts bounced with each subtle shift, the t-shirt stretching taut, her nipples hard points visible through the fabric, swaying in the lantern light. The room was silent save for the wet sounds of her sucking, Hayao’s ragged groans, and the faint creak of the tatami under her knees, the air thick with the scent of sex—her musk, his sweat, the earthy tang of the mats.

Kanae’s head began to bob, her mouth sliding down his shaft, taking him deeper with each slow, deliberate motion, her tongue pressing against the pulsing vein, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length. Her saliva dripped down his cock, coating his balls, a warm trail that heightened his arousal. Hayao’s hands moved to her head, fingers tangling in her silky brown hair, guiding her rhythm, his hips starting to thrust gently, the pleasure building with each stroke. Her moans vibrated through him, her eyes locked on his, dark and intense, holding him captive in their gaze.

After several minutes of sensual sucking, Kanae pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva and precum, a thin string connecting her mouth to his cock, shimmering in the lantern light. She looked up at him, her dark eyes blazing with lust, her breath hot and ragged, her tanned cheeks flushed. 

“Hayao,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire, “I want you to fuck my face. Go wild, don’t hold back. Don’t stop, no matter how much I gag or choke. I want you to claim my throat. Think of it as my welcome gift to you for choosing to stay.”

Hayao’s eyes widened, his cock throbbing painfully at her words, a surge of arousal flooding his veins. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough, his hands trembling in her hair, his mind flashing to Shina’s gagging throat, the guilt of their brutal night tempered by Kanae’s eager consent.

She nodded, her smile wicked, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his skin, pulling him closer. “I’m fucking sure. I want to feel you lose control,” she urged, her lips parting wider, her tongue flicking out to tease the head of his cock, lapping at the precum, her eyes locked on his, commanding and inviting.

Hayao tightened his grip on her hair, his fingers weaving through the strands, guiding her mouth back to his cock. He thrust forward, his cock sliding deep into her throat, the tight, wet heat overwhelming, her throat constricting as her gag reflex kicked in with a wet, choking sound. Kanae’s eyes watered instantly, tears spilling down her cheeks, streaking her tanned skin, but she didn’t pull back, her hands squeezing his thighs, urging him on, her muffled moans vibrating through his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him.

He began to thrust, his hips moving rhythmically, fucking her mouth with increasing force, each thrust driving deeper into her throat, the friction intense, her saliva coating him, dripping from her chin, soaking her t-shirt. The fabric clung to her large breasts, outlining their heavy curves, her nipples hard and prominent, bouncing with each bob of her head. Her gagging sounds filled the room, wet and desperate, a primal symphony of choking and spluttering, her tears streaming down her face, mixing with saliva, creating a glistening mess on her chin and neck.

The young man groaned, his voice raw, his hands holding her head steady, fingers tight in her hair, pulling her closer with each thrust. Her throat spasmed around his cock, each gag sending a jolt of pleasure through him, her saliva bubbling from her lips, dripping onto the tatami mats, pooling beneath her. Despite the roughness, the busty woman’s eyes remained locked on his, filled with lust and determination, her muffled moans a constant encouragement, her hands gripping his thighs, nails digging deeper, leaving red welts, urging him to thrust harder.

Her body rocked with each thrust, her knees shifting on the tatami, the soft mats cushioning her as she braced herself against his forceful movements. Her hands slid to his ass, squeezing the firm muscles, pulling him deeper into her mouth, her fingers digging into his skin, the pain mingling with pleasure, heightening his arousal. The room was a cacophony of wet, choking sounds, Hayao’s groans, the faint creak of the tatami under her weight, the air thick with the scent of sex—her jasmine musk, his sweat, the earthy tang of the mats, a heady mix that drove him wild.

Kanae’s gagging intensified, her throat constricting tightly around his cock, her eyes streaming with tears, her face flushed, saliva bubbling from her lips, soaking her t-shirt, the fabric nearly transparent now, her breasts bouncing wildly, her nipples hard and glistening with sweat. She didn’t pull back, her hands pulling him closer, her moans muffled but insistent, urging him to keep going, to fuck her face without restraint. Her determination fueled his desire, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening with each thrust, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“Don’t stop,” Kanae gasped during a brief pause, pulling off his cock, her voice hoarse and ragged, her lips swollen, her face a mess of tears, saliva, and precum. “Fuck my face, Hayao, give me everything, don’t hold back.” 

She dove back onto his cock, her lips tight, her tongue swirling around the head, her throat opening to take him fully, her gag reflex triggering again, her choking sounds louder, more desperate, her eyes watering profusely, tears streaming down her cheeks, pooling on her neck.

Hayao thrust harder, his hips bucking, his cock slamming into her throat, the tight heat overwhelming, her saliva coating him, dripping down his balls, soaking her t-shirt, the fabric clinging to her breasts, outlining their curves, her nipples hard and prominent. Her hands gripped his ass, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his flesh, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge. Her choking sounds were relentless, wet and guttural, her body rocking with each thrust, her breasts swaying, the room filled with the primal sounds of their act.

The pleasure built to a crescendo, Hayao’s balls tightening, his cock throbbing painfully, the pressure unbearable. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice strained, his thrusts erratic, his hands fisting her hair, pulling her head closer, his cock buried deep in her throat. 

Kanae’s response was a muffled moan, her throat vibrating, urging him on, her eyes locked on his, filled with lust despite the tears streaming down her face.

With a final, deep thrust, Hayao exploded, his cum shooting hot and thick down her throat, filling her mouth with a salty flood. Kanae gagged, spluttering as she swallowed, her throat working frantically to take it all, her eyes watering, tears mixing with saliva, a glistening mess on her face and neck. Some cum leaked from the corners of her lips, running down her chin, dripping onto her soaked t-shirt, pooling on the tatami mats, the scent of sex—musk and cum—overwhelming the room. She didn’t pull back until he was spent, her throat still constricting around his softening cock, her hands gripping his thighs, steadying herself as she swallowed every drop.

Hayao pulled out slowly, his cock slick with her saliva and his cum, glistening in the lantern light. Kanae sat back on her heels, panting heavily, her face flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes bright with satisfaction despite the tears streaking her cheeks. Her t-shirt clung to her breasts, soaked with saliva and cum, her nipples hard and prominent, her tanned skin glowing in the dim light. 

“Fuck, Hayao, that was perfect,” she gasped, her voice hoarse but radiant with joy, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, her smile wicked and fulfilled.

Hayao’s legs trembled, his body spent, the pleasure still coursing through him. He reached down, helping her to her feet, pulling her into a tight embrace, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, tasting his cum on her tongue, her saliva, the salty tang mingling with her jasmine scent. 

“You’re going to do that for me every day,” he murmured against her lips, his hands caressing her back, feeling her warmth through the damp t-shirt, her breasts pressing against his chest, their weight heavy and warm.

She just smiled and nodded.

They stood there, holding each other, the common room silent except for their ragged breathing and the distant sounds of the island morning, the faint lap of waves against the shore. 

Kanae’s hands slid to his ass, squeezing gently, her lips brushing his ear. “We’re gonna have so much fun together, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice thick with promise, her body warm against his, a testament to their connection.

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