Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 The Dregs [oral,anal,vaginal, group, incest, MFFF]

The dim glow of lanterns bathed the guest house’s common room in a warm, flickering light, casting long shadows over the sweat-slicked bodies sprawled across tatami mats and crumpled futons. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of sex, threaded with the faint sweetness from the gardens outside and the earthy undertone of the mats beneath. The Fishermen’s Festival orgy, a celebrated tradition on this fictional island near Ena, Japan, had reached its waning hours, the once-frenzied energy now simmering into a languid haze. Villagers began to disentangle themselves from their partners, some slipping into stained yukatas, others lingering to exchange quiet words or soft touches before stepping into the cool night air of June.

A new figure emerged from the thinning crowd, his presence cutting through the haze like a sharp breeze. He was an older man, his face etched with the weathered lines of a life spent under the sun, his yukata hanging open to reveal a lean, wiry frame corded with muscle. His gray hair was swept back, damp with sweat, and his dark eyes gleamed with a mix of authority and mischief. 

“Akari, time to go,” he called, his voice gruff yet carrying a warmth that marked him as family. He called to the Akari’s father, “Keisuke, your wife caused quite a show, again, tonight. Keep that woman on a leash, will ya!”

Akari, kneeling beside Kanae’s exhausted body, pulled back from Hayao’s cock with a wet gasp, her lips swollen and glistening with a mix of saliva and cum. Streaks of white marred her flushed cheeks and chest. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, her dark eyes narrowing as she met her grandfather’s gaze. 

“Grandpa, go home without me,” she said, her voice hoarse from exertion but firm with resolve. “I’m staying.”

The old man raised a bushy eyebrow, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he crossed his arms. “Staying for more, eh?” His eyes flicked to Keisuke, who was still thrusting into Shina’s pussy with relentless force, her slender frame rocking beneath him. 

A sly grin spread across the grandfather’s face, deepening the creases around his mouth. “Heard you lost your anal virginity to a certain someone tonight,” he teased, his tone light but pointed, as if testing her reaction. “I wanted the first taste of that.”

Akari’s face flushed a deep crimson, her hands flying to cover her cheeks as she ducked her head. “Grandpa!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and indignation, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 

The island’s open sexual norms made such teasing commonplace, even among family, but the directness still caught her off guard.

Keisuke, hearing the exchange, pulled out of Shina with a slick, audible pop, his thick cock glistening with her juices and his own precum. He laughed heartily, the sound booming through the room as he stepped closer to Akari, his muscular frame towering over her kneeling form. 

“She’s a grown woman, Dad,” he said, his voice rich with amusement as he wiped sweat from his brow. His cock remained hard, bobbing slightly as he moved, and he reached down to caress Akari’s cheek with a calloused hand.

Akari’s grandpa just shrugged before walking off. 

“But since you’re here, how about a little treat, buttercup?” His tone shifted to a cajoling purr, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “Give your old man a bit of your lovely mouth, sweetheart. You’re so good at it—just like your mother.”

Akari hesitated, her blush deepening as her eyes darted to Hayao, who was still thrusting into Kanae’s limp body nearby. A mix of shyness and gratitude flickered in her gaze—gratitude for Hayao’s earlier attention, perhaps, or for the strange camaraderie they’d forged in this chaotic night. She nodded slowly, her hands trembling slightly as she shifted to kneel before Keisuke. Her lips parted, and she took his cock into her mouth, sucking deeply, her tongue swirling around the swollen head to taste the salty tang of his precum mingled with Shina’s sweet musk. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking with a firm, practiced grip, while her other hand cupped his heavy balls, massaging gently. Her breasts bounced with each bob of her head, the motion drawing soft groans from Keisuke as he tangled his hands in her dark hair, guiding her rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, just like your mom,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure, his cock throbbing against her tongue. The comparison was a compliment in this culture, a nod to the lineage of skill passed down through the women of their family, and Akari took it in stride, her lips tightening as she worked him deeper.

Hayao, meanwhile, continued his relentless fuck of Kanae, his possessiveness flaring as he watched Keisuke with Akari. He thrust harder into Kanae’s swollen pussy, her tanned skin slick with sweat and cum, her large breasts pressed flat against the tatami as she lay face-down, ass raised. Her body trembled beneath him, barely conscious, her faint moans swallowed by the mats as his cum flooded her womb again. The stopwatch’s magic pulsed through him, a steady hum in his veins that kept his stamina unwavering, his cock rock-hard despite the hours of exertion. He pulled out abruptly, turning to Akari, and shoved his slick shaft into her mouth, interrupting her work on Keisuke. She gagged, her lips stretching to accommodate him, her tongue cleaning Kanae’s juices and his seed from his skin. The gagging sounds mingled with Keisuke’s groans as he had to make do with her hand, a discordant symphony that fueled Hayao’s drive. 

“Keep going,” he grunted, thrusting shallowly into her mouth before returning to Kanae’s pussy, his climaxes piling one atop the other.

Keisuke watched with a grin, unfazed by the interruption. He stroked himself as Akari recovered, her breath hitching, and then guided her back to his cock. 

“You’re a natural, sweetheart,” he said, his hands firm in her hair as she resumed sucking, her lips tight and eager. 

He neared climax quickly under her skilled attention, pulling out just in time to stroke himself to completion. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her face, mixing with the streaks already drying there, painting her flushed skin in a glistening mask. 

“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he stepped back, wiping his hands on his yukata.

He turned to Hayao, still buried in Kanae, and clapped a hand on his shoulder, introducing himself formally for the first time. 

“Name’s Keisuke, Akari’s father. You’re the mainlander, huh? You’ve got Kanae knocked up for sure with that pace.” His grin widened, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Spare a shot for my daughter? She’d make a fine mother for a mainlander’s kid. But here’s the deal—I’ll let her help you get Shina and Kanae pregnant, too, if you promise to try for her as well. Fair trade, yeah?”

Hayao nodded, his cock throbbing inside Kanae as he processed the offer. 

“Hayao, and it’s a deal,” he said, his voice rough with exertion, pulling out to approach Akari, who was wiping her father’s cum from her face with a trembling hand. Keisuke chuckled, moving to orchestrate the next act. 

“Let’s make it efficient. This will make my little sweetheart tighter so you can cum insider her faster,” he said, lying back on a nearby futon and pulling Akari onto him. His cock pressed against her anus, still tender from earlier pounding, and she winced as he entered, the tight ring stretching painfully around his girth. Her body trembled, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as he settled deep, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy to Hayao. 

“Go for it,” Keisuke urged, his voice a low rumble beneath her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Akari covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled through her fingers. “This is so embarrassing,” she whined, but her body betrayed her words, relaxing into the position, her pussy dripping with arousal. Hayao found her shyness endearing, a stark contrast to her earlier boldness, and his desire to impregnate her surged. He knelt between her legs, his cock brushing her slick folds, and thrust in deeply, her tight pussy enveloping him in a warm, wet embrace. 

With her father’s cock taking up space in her ass, her pussy was tight. Very tight.

“Fuck, it’s wonderful. I think I’m in love with city cock,” Akari gasped, her hands dropping to grip the futon, her body rocking between Hayao and Keisuke in a rhythm that sent shivers through her.

“First time in your pussy,” the younger man said murmured, his thrusts steady and deep, the pleasure building with each stroke. Keisuke groaned beneath her, his cock buried in her ass adding to the overwhelming fullness. 

“I’m jealous of you, Hayao,” he said, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts, fingers pinching her stiff nipples until she whimpered. Hayao’s climax hit hard, his cum flooding Akari’s womb, her pussy spasming around him as she orgasmed, her scream piercing the air, mingling with the faint, broken moans from Shina in the background.

Nearby, the men with Shina finally reached their limits. The last two—a fisherman with a thick beard and a lean youth with sharp features—had been taking turns with her, their hands rough on her slender frame. The fisherman pulled out of her pussy, his cock slick with her juices, and stroked himself to finish, his cum splattering across her small breasts and flat stomach. The youth followed, thrusting into her mouth one final time before pulling back, his seed joining the mess on her face, her gagging coughs softening into silence as he stepped away. Shina collapsed fully onto the futon, her body a trembling wreck, cum leaking from her pussy and anus, her breaths shallow and ragged. The men dispersed, satisfied, their laughter fading as they rejoined the departing crowd, leaving her spent and motionless in the dim light.

Keisuke, still beneath Akari, shifted to help her off him, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. He stood, pulling her to her feet with a steadying arm around her waist. 

“Hayao,” he said, turning to the young man with a hearty laugh, “my little girl’s been talking all about you ever since you fucked her ass. If you’re set on getting Shina and Kanae pregnant tonight, she’ll be a great help. I promise? She’s got the spirit for it.” His grin widened, eyes glinting with mischief. “Just make sure you feed her too—give her a good share of that stamina of yours.”

Akari’s cheeks flushed, her fingers tightening on the hem of her dirty yukata, but her gaze flicked to Hayao with a spark of eagerness. “Dad!” she protested weakly, then softened, her voice dropping. “But... I’d like to stay. I want to help Hayao with Shina and Kanae, and... maybe let him try with me too.” Her eyes lingered on Hayao’s still-hard cock, glistening from Kanae’s juices, a quiet thrill in her expression.

Hayao nodded, his voice low and thick with desire. “I’d welcome Akari’s help. And I’ll make sure she gets her turn.” The stopwatch’s magic pulsed through him, keeping him rigid and ready despite the night’s exertions.

Keisuke clapped Hayao on the shoulder with a booming chuckle. “Good man! Take care of my buttercup, and swing by for Emiri sometime—she’d love a taste of that mainland fire.” With that, he turned and strode out into the night, leaving Akari beside Hayao, her presence a warm, willing promise.

Akari stepped closer, her blush fading into a determined smile. “Don’t forget what you said,” she murmured, her tone firm yet laced with anticipation. 

Hayao returned to Shina, sliding into her pussy again with slow, deliberate thrusts, his eyes drifting from Kanae’s curled-up form to Shina’s flushed face, then to Akari, who knelt nearby, ready to assist. The night stretched on, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, a tapestry of possession and unspoken possibilities.

***

The guest house’s common room was a ruin of hedonism. The tatami mats, once orderly and pristine, were now a slick, sodden mess, stained with the night’s relentless outpouring, glistening under the dim, faltering glow of lanterns that swayed from the ceiling. Their light flickered, casting jagged shadows over the crumpled futons, scattered cushions, and discarded yukatas—crumpled and soaked with bodily fluids, abandoned relics of the Fishermen’s Festival orgy that had raged hours before. The screens rattled faintly, breached by the ocean breeze, but it did little to dispel the oppressive heat or the raw, animal musk that saturated the space.

Hayao’s chest heaved, his body slick with sweat. The stopwatch’s magic pulsed through him, a faint, electric thrum that drowned out the ache in his limbs and stoked a fire that refused to die. His eyes burned as he surveyed the room: Kanae’s voluptuous curves slumped against a cushion, her tanned skin gleaming with exhaustion; Shina’s frail, pale form trembling on the futon, her thighs streaked with cum; Akari beside him, her body quaking with fatigue yet alive with a restless heat. The night refused to end, the stopwatch flickering again, dragging him back to life with a cruel, insatiable pull.

“Akari,” he barked, his voice a low, guttural command, rough with lust and exhaustion, “ass up, now.” 

She flinched at the sharpness of it, her breath catching, but obeyed, stumbling into position. Face down on the futon, she hiked her yukata high, the fabric bunching around her waist, exposing her dripping holes—pussy swollen and red, asshole puckered and glistening with sweat. Her knees trembled, barely holding her weight, but she braced herself, her fingers digging into the damp tatami.

Hayao spat on her asshole, a thick glob hitting its mark, and slammed in with a single, brutal thrust. Akari’s scream tore through the room, raw and piercing, her tight ring stretching painfully around his cock as he drove deep. The heat of her gripped him, a vice of flesh that pulsed with every punishing stroke. Kanae, roused from her stupor, crawled beneath, her movements sluggish but deliberate. Her tongue darted out, lapping at Akari’s pussy, catching the drips of arousal that spilled with each thrust, her lips smacking wetly against the slick folds. Shina, dazed and fragile, dragged herself closer, her hands trembling as she cupped Hayao’s balls, massaging them with feeble urgency, her lips brushing his thigh in a ghost of a kiss.

He yanked Akari upright by her hair, shifting angles, driving deeper until her wails turned to choked sobs, her body jerking against him. 

“You look lovely when you're fucked,” the young man snarled, his voice a primal growl, pulling out abruptly and shoving her aside. Her ass gaped briefly, red and raw, before she collapsed, panting, onto the futon. He turned to Kanae, his cock slick with Akari’s anal juices, and pressed it to her lips. 

“You know what to do,” he ordered, his tone brooking no refusal.

Kanae’s smirk was lazy but wicked as she opened her mouth, sucking him in with slow, deliberate strokes. Her tongue worked over him, stripping away the filth, the taste of Akari’s ass mingling with his musk as she gagged softly but pressed on. Her throat tightened around him, her hands gripping his thighs until he was pristine, his cock rigid and glistening with her spit. Satisfied, Hayao pulled free, a strand of saliva dangling from her lips as he grabbed Akari again.

He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, and thrust into her pussy, her wet heat swallowing him whole. She screamed his name, her voice cracking as he fucked her with savage intensity, the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing through the room. Her walls clenched around him, spasming as her climax hit, and with a guttural groan, he finished, flooding her pussy with hot, pulsing spurts of cum. She shook beneath him, her body a trembling wreck, as he pulled out, his seed leaking from her in thick, white rivulets.

They collapsed, breathless, the stopwatch’s magic flickering out for a moment, the room plunging into a heavy, stifling darkness. The air was unbreathable, thick with the aftermath, their bodies a shuddering pile on the sodden tatami. But the reprieve was fleeting—the stopwatch pulsed again, its rhythm a cruel metronome, dragging Hayao back to his feet.

“Shina,” he rasped, hauling her frail form up by her hips. She whimpered, too spent to resist, as he positioned her on her knees, her ass raised, her face pressed into the futon. He spat on her asshole, the act mechanical now, and drove in, her scream muffled by the damp fabric as her tight hole stretched around him. He pounded her with deep, relentless strokes, her body jolting beneath him, her cries fading to weak moans. Kanae, still sprawled nearby, watched with heavy-lidded eyes, her breath ragged but steady.

He pulled out, the young girl’s ass not quite clenching shut as he turned to Akari this time. 

“Do it,” he growled, pressing his cock to her lips. She hesitated, her face twisting with exhaustion, but parted her lips, taking him in. Her tongue dragged over him, slow and sloppy, sucking away the traces of Shina’s ass until he was clean, her gag reflex twitching as she worked. He groaned, the sensation reigniting his lust, and pulled free, turning back to Shina.

Lifting her hips higher, he aligned with her pussy and thrust in, her slick walls enveloping him as she whimpered faintly. He fucked her with a brutal rhythm, the table creaking beneath them, until his climax hit, his cum surging into her pussy, spilling out around his cock as her body spasmed weakly. He sank beside her, chest heaving, the stopwatch’s pulse fading once more.

But it wasn’t over. The magic flared again, a relentless tide, and Hayao’s gaze shifted to the older woman. 

“Your turn, you slut.” he muttered, dragging her close. She smirked, her exhaustion tempered by a spark of mischief, as he bent her over a cushion, spitting on her asshole and slamming in. 

Her groan was low and guttural, her voluptuous body rocking with each thrust, her ass gripping him tight. Akari, still trembling, crawled beneath, her tongue lapping at Kanae’s pussy, catching the drips as Hayao pounded above.

He pulled out, turning to Shina. “Lick it clean,” he ordered, and she obeyed, her lips wrapping around him, sucking him dry with weak, shaky strokes. 

Her tongue cleaned away Kanae’s anal juices, leaving him spotless, and he turned back to Akari. He thrust into her pussy, finishing with a roar as he flooded her again, her scream mingling with his groan as they collapsed together.

The cycle repeated, an unending spiral of lust and exhaustion. Hayao fucked Shina’s ass, Kanae cleaned him, and he finished in Akari’s pussy. Then Akari’s ass, Shina’s mouth, and Shina’s pussy. Each time, he ensured cleanliness—Kanae’s tongue, Akari’s lips, Shina’s weak sucks—stripping away the filth before he claimed a pussy. The tatami became a swamp, soaked with sweat, cum, and spit, the air a choking haze of sex and salt. Their bodies glistened, slick and fever-hot, their breaths ragged, their voices hoarse.

Hours bled into each other, the stopwatch’s magic a cruel god. Hayao took Akari from behind, her ass red and raw, then had Shina lick him clean before finishing in Akari’s pussy again. He flipped Kanae onto her back, fucked her ass until she groaned, had Akari clean him, and finished in Shina’s pussy. The transitions were meticulous, the ass-to-mouth a ritual—Kanae gagging on his cock, Shina’s lips trembling, Akari’s tongue faltering—each act pushing them closer to collapse.

The room grew darker, the lanterns dying one by one, their glow swallowed by the night. Hayao’s thrusts slowed, his body screaming for rest, but the stopwatch pulsed on. He fucked Shina’s ass one last time, her whimpers barely audible, had her mother clean him with a final, exhausted suck, and turned to Akari. He entered her pussy, his movements mechanical now, and with a shuddering groan, he finished, his cum spilling into her as she trembled beneath him.

The stopwatch’s magic finally waned, its pulse dying out. Hayao collapsed, his body spent, the women curling around him—Akari’s head on his chest, Shina’s arm draped across his waist, Kanae’s breath warm against his thigh. The room fell silent, a tomb of their excess, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, the tatami a sodden ruin beneath them. The night swallowed them whole, their bodies entwined in the darkness, a testament to the unrelenting passion that had consumed them.

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