Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Happy Island [Ending] (oral, anal, double anal, forced sex)

One warm evening, as Hayao sat by the harbor, the waves lapping at the docks, a villager named Akio approached, his weathered face etched with concern. He was a fisherman with hands calloused from years at sea, bowed slightly, his voice low but urgent. 

“Hayao, I need your help,” he said, his eyes darting nervously. “It’s my daughter, Azusa. She’s old enough, but she’s refusing to join the village’s ways. She won’t take a lover, won’t participate in the festivals. It’s… troubling. Won’t let anyone fuck her, won’t even suck a cock. We need her to embrace our traditions.”

Hayao raised an eyebrow, his fingers brushing the stopwatch in his pocket, its faint pulse a constant reminder of its power. “What do you want from me?” he asked, his tone steady.

Akio hesitated, then met the young man’s gaze. “I want you to break her in. You’re the best at this, Hayao. Everyone knows it. She needs someone strong, someone who can show her what it means to be part of the village. I trust you.”

Hayao considered the request, the stopwatch’s hum growing stronger, urging him forward. The challenge intrigued him.  “I’ll do it. But, you could help us out perhaps with a bit of rice,” he said, standing, his voice firm. “Where is she?”

The older man nodded, leading him to their home, a modest wooden structure near the village center. Inside, the air was warm, scented with cedar and the faint tang of fish from the day’s catch. 

Azusa sat in a corner, her knees drawn to her chest, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders. She was striking—slender yet curvaceous, with almond-shaped eyes that burned with defiance, her full lips set in a stubborn line. Her yukata clung to her body, hinting at the curves beneath, her pale skin glowing in the lantern light.

“Azusa, baby,” her father said, his voice gentle but firm. “Hayao’s here to help you. You need to join the village, to share in our ways.”

Azusa’s eyes snapped to Hayao, narrowing with suspicion. “I don’t need anyone’s help,” she spat, her voice sharp. “I don’t want this. Leave me alone. I don’t want to be like everyone else on this stupid island! I’m leaving here as soon as I can!”

Akio sighed, turning to Hayao. “Please, do what you can,” he said, stepping out, leaving them alone in the dimly lit room.

Hayao approached slowly, his presence commanding, the stopwatch’s pulse a steady rhythm in his pocket. “Azusa,” he said softly, his voice a low caress. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to show you what you’re missing.”

She scrambled to her feet, backing against the wall, her hands clenched into fists. 

“Stay away from me!” she shouted, her voice trembling with anger and fear. “I don’t want to be like them, fucking everyone in the village! I’m not a whore!”

Hayao’s lips curved into a faint smile, undeterred by her resistance. He reached into his pocket, fingers closing around the stopwatch, its metal warm against his skin. With a subtle press, he activated its power, feeling a surge of energy course through him, time seeming to slow, the air thickening with possibility. The stopwatch’s magic, a gift he’d wielded during the festival, amplified his charisma, his presence becoming almost irresistible, a magnetic force that bent wills to his own.

“Azusa,” he said again, his voice now laced with a hypnotic edge, his eyes locking onto hers. “You don’t have to fight this. Let me show you how good it can feel.”

She shook her head, her defiance faltering as the stopwatch’s influence seeped into her, her pupils dilating, her breath quickening. “No… I won’t…” she whispered, but her body betrayed her, leaning slightly toward him, her fists unclenching.

Hayao closed the distance, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her face up. She flinched, trying to pull away, but the stopwatch’s power held her, her resistance weakening. “Don’t,” she pleaded, her voice softer, but her eyes flickered with a spark of curiosity, the magic stirring something deep within her.

He kissed her then, his lips firm against hers, coaxing a response. Azusa stiffened, her hands pushing against his chest, but the kiss deepened, his tongue teasing her lips, urging them open. She gasped, her mouth yielding despite herself, her body trembling as desire began to take root, the stopwatch’s pulse syncing with her racing heart. Her hands faltered, resting against his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, a traitorous warmth spreading through her.

Hayao’s hands moved to her yukata, untying the sash with deft fingers, the fabric parting to reveal her pale skin, her full breasts straining against a thin undergarment. The young girl gasped, trying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, his other sliding the yukata off her shoulders. 

“Stop!” she cried, twisting against his grip, but the stopwatch’s magic dulled her resistance, her body responding, nipples hardening under the fabric, a flush creeping up her neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking gently, leaving faint marks. 

She moaned, her head falling back, her struggles weakening as pleasure surged, the stopwatch amplifying every sensation. He released her wrists, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples through the cloth, drawing sharp gasps. Her undergarment fell away, exposing her to the warm air, her breasts heaving with each breath.

The girl’s defiance flared one last time. “I don’t want this!” she shouted, shoving at him, but her push lacked force, her body betraying her as she leaned into his touch. 

Hayao’s smile widened, the stopwatch’s power surging, and he pushed her gently onto the futon, her body sinking into the soft bedding. She scrambled back, her legs kicking, but he caught her ankles, pulling her toward him, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy, framed by a neat patch of dark hair, glistened with reluctant arousal, her folds swollen despite her protests.

“No, please!” she begged, her voice breaking, but Hayao leaned down, his tongue flicking her clit, lapping with slow, deliberate strokes. 

The unwilling girl screamed, her hips bucking, her hands fisting in the futon as pleasure overwhelmed her resistance. The stopwatch’s magic intensified the sensation, each lick sending electric shocks through her, her pussy dripping with desire. He sucked her clit, his fingers sliding into her tight, virgin hole, stretching her gently, curling to hit her sensitive spot. Her moans grew louder, her body arching, her defiance crumbling as she came hard, her juices soaking his fingers, her thighs trembling.

Hayao stood, his cock straining against his pants, and stripped them off, revealing his thick, throbbing shaft. Azusa’s eyes widened, fear and fascination warring within her. 

“It’s too big,” she whispered, trying to crawl back, but he caught her, pinning her to the futon. 

“Suck it,” he said, guiding his cock to her lips. 

She shook her head, lips sealed, but the stopwatch’s pulse surged, and her mouth opened, her tongue tentatively licking his tip, tasting his pre-cum. She gagged as he pushed deeper, her lips stretching around him, saliva dripping down her chin. He thrust shallowly, fucking her mouth, her throat constricting as she adjusted, her moans muffled, the stopwatch’s magic easing her resistance.

Satisfied, he pulled out, his cock slick with her spit, and positioned himself at her pussy. 

“No, Hayao, don’t!” she cried, her hands pushing against his chest, but he thrust into her, tearing through her virginity with one brutal stroke. 

The poor girl screamed, pain searing through her, her pussy clenching around his cock, blood mingling with her juices. He paused, letting her adjust, then began to move, each thrust deep and relentless, stretching her tight walls. Her screams turned to moans, pleasure overtaking pain as the stopwatch amplified her sensations, her hips bucking to meet his, her nails raking his back. She came again, her pussy spasming, juices soaking the futon, her body shaking under his assault.

Hayao pulled out, his cock glistening with her cum and blood, and guided it to her mouth again. 

“Clean my cock,” he ordered, and Azusa, dazed, obeyed, her lips wrapping around him, sucking away her juices and blood, her tongue swirling, gagging as he fucked her throat. Her saliva dripped, coating her chin and chest, her moans vibrating against him.

He flipped her onto her stomach, spreading her ass cheeks, her tight, puckered hole exposed. “No, not there!” she gasped, trying to crawl away, but he held her hips, pouring oil from a nearby vial. 

The young boy slicked his cock and her anus, his fingers probing her hole, stretching it gently. She whimpered, her body tensing, but the stopwatch’s magic dulled her fear, pleasure sparking as he pushed inside. The burn was intense, her ass clenching around his cock, but he thrust deeper, each stroke stretching her further, pain melting into ecstasy. Her moans grew louder, her body rocking back to meet his, her ass gripping him tightly. He fucked her hard, his hands bruising her hips, the wet slap of flesh filling the room. Azusa came again, her body convulsing, her screams echoing as he filled her ass with hot cum, dripping down her thighs.

Hayao pulled out, his cock still hard, and rolled her onto her back, guiding it to her mouth once more. 

“One more time,” he said, and she sucked, tasting her ass and his cum, her lips stretched wide, saliva pooling on the futon. “Your own father traded you away for a bag of rice…”

He thrust into her pussy again, fucking her with savage intensity, her body a writhing mess, her moans incoherent. He switched to her mouth, then her ass, cycling through her holes, each transition marked by her cleaning his cock, her tongue lapping greedily, her face slick with fluids. Her pussy clenched, her ass gripped, her throat constricted, her orgasms piling one atop another until she was a total mess—hair matted, body glistening with sweat and cum, eyes glassy, limbs trembling.

***

Hours later, Azusa lay sprawled on the futon, her body limp, her breath ragged, cum leaking from her pussy and ass, her lips swollen from sucking. Hayao stood, his cock finally softening, the stopwatch’s pulse slowing. Akio entered, his eyes wide with relief and a hungry glint as he took in his daughter’s disheveled state. “Hayao, you’ve worked a fucking miracle,” he said, bowing deeply. “She’s ours now, part of the village.”

Azusa stirred, her eyes meeting Hayao’s, a mix of awe and submission in her gaze. “Hayao…” she whispered, her voice hoarse, trailing off as Akio’s grin silenced her, his hand firm on her shoulder. His gaze roamed her cum-slicked body, arousal thickening his voice. 

“You’re goddamn perfect, baby,” he growled, shedding his yukata to reveal his hard cock. He knelt beside her, hands gripping her thighs. “Time to finally fuck you, sweetheart. I’ve waited so long!”

Azusa’s eyes widened, a flicker of resistance flaring. “Father, please, no. I don’t want to do it with family!” she gasped, trying to pull away, but Akio’s hand clamped onto her wrist, yanking her close. 

Hayao watched, his cock twitching, the stopwatch’s pulse urging him to stay. Akio thrust into Azusa’s pussy, her cry sharp as he filled her, his strokes deep and forceful, her body rocking beneath him. Her pussy, sore from Hayao, clenched around Akio’s cock, juices mixing with Hayao’s cum, dripping onto the futon.

“Show Hayao how grateful you are,” Akio snarled, his voice dripping with command. “Suck his cock, Azusa. Thank him for breaking you in right.”

Azusa hesitated, tears pricking her eyes, but the stopwatch’s lingering pull dulled her protest. She crawled toward Hayao, her father hammering away inside her as her lips parted to take his semi-hard cock into her mouth, sucking tentatively. 

Hayao groaned, his hands tangling in her dark hair. “That’s it, whore, take it all,” he murmured, guiding her deeper. 

Her tongue swirled around his shaft, tasting her own juices and cum, saliva dripping as she gagged softly, her lips stretching wide. Akio fucked her from behind, his thrusts shoving her forward, her mouth sliding onto Hayao’s cock, spit-roasting her between them. Her moans vibrated against Hayao, her body shuddering with each of Akio’s strokes, her pussy clenching as pleasure overtook her resistance.

The scene escalated rapidly, their desires fueling a frenzied threesome. Akio pulled out, his cock slick with her juices, and flipped Azusa onto her back, spreading her legs wide. 

“Let’s fill her up, Hayao,” he urged, his voice thick with lust, nodding to his partner. 

Hayao thrust into her pussy, deep and relentless. Later Hayao flipped her over and Akio aimed for her ass, using spit to slick his cock and her tight hole. Azusa screamed as both cocks filled her, her pussy and anus stretched, pain and pleasure colliding. The men moved in sync, Hayao’s thick shaft slamming into her pussy, Akio’s cock pounding her anus, their thrusts alternating to keep her full. Her body quaked, her tits bouncing, her moans incoherent. 

“Oh, fuck, it’s too much!” she cried, but her hips bucked, chasing the pleasure as she came, juices soaking Hayao, her anus gripping Akio.

They shifted, Akio lying back, pulling Azusa to straddle his cock, her pussy sliding down his shaft. Hayao knelt behind her, entering her ass, the double penetration resuming with brutal intensity. Azusa’s cries filled the room, her body writhing. 

“Please… more…” she gasped, her voice breaking, lost in ecstasy. 

Hayao’s hands gripped her hips, Akio’s pinched her nipples, her orgasms piling one atop another, juices dripping down Akio’s balls.

Akio grinned, pulling out, his cock glistening. “Time to switch it up,” he said, his tone playful yet commanding, guiding Azusa to lie on her side. 

He entered her ass, stretching her tight hole, while Hayao joined him in her anus, their cocks pressing together in a double anal assault. Azusa gasped, trembling. 

“Mommy!” she moaned, her body yielding as they moved slowly, then faster, her screams turning to desperate pleas for more. 

Her hand rubbed her clit frantically, her body convulsing as she came, her anus clenching around them.

They pulled out, cocks slick, and Azusa, panting, took them into her mouth, alternating between Hayao and Akio, her lips stretched wide, saliva and cum dripping down her chin.

 “Keep going, girl,” Akio urged, his voice rough. Her hands stroked the other cock, switching rapidly, her tongue lapping at their tips. 

“Good girl, just like that,” Hayao groaned, his hands in her hair, guiding her sloppy blowjob, her gagging sounds mingling with their grunts.

Akio lay back, pulling Azusa to lie flat on the futon, her head tilted back slightly. He straddled her chest, his cock nestled between her young breasts for a tittyfuck, pressing them together to create a tight, slick channel with her sweat and saliva. He thrust between them, his tip brushing her chin. 

“Fuck, your tits are perfect. Just like your mother when she was younger,” he muttered, his voice thick. Hayao knelt behind her, lifting her hips to enter her pussy, his thrusts deep and forceful. 

His daughter’s moans vibrated through her chest, amplifying Akio’s pleasure, her pussy clenching around Hayao as she came, juices soaking the futon.

They shifted again, Hayao sitting on the futon, Azusa straddling, his cock in her ass. She leaned back, her head on his shoulder, as Akio knelt before her, thrusting into her pussy. 

“Take us, my baby girl,” Akio growled, his hands gripping her thighs. 

Her body rocked between them, her holes filled, her moans loud. “Yes, fuck me!” she cried, lost in the rhythm, their thrusts relentless, her orgasms a continuous wave. 

Hayao’s hands kneaded her breasts, Akio’s fingers teased her clit, driving her wild. Akio pulled out, guiding his daughter to her knees, his cock entering her mouth. 

“Be a nice and polite girl, suck it good,” he ordered, while Hayao stood beside him, her hand stroking his shaft. 

She alternated, sucking Akio, then Hayao, her lips and hands frantic, saliva dripping, her face slick. 

“Don’t stop,” Hayao urged, his voice low, guiding her deeper, her moans muffled.

They positioned her on all fours, Akio fucking her ass, Hayao beneath her, his cock in her pussy. Akio introduced a dildo for her mouth, her moans muffled around it. 

“Look at you, taking it all,” Akio said, his voice dripping with pride. 

Her body rocked between them, her holes stretched, Hayao pulling out to guide his cock to her mouth, Azusa sucking him clean, tasting her pussy, while Akio’s cum filled her ass.

For a final act, Akio lay back, Azusa straddling him, his cock in her pussy, while Hayao stood, fucking her mouth. 

“Keep it up, sweetheart,” Akio teased, his fingers stretching her ass. 

Hayao pulled out, entering her ass, the double penetration resuming, her body rocking between them, her orgasms relentless, juices and cum soaking the futon.

Exhausted, they collapsed, Azusa a total mess—hair matted, body slick with sweat and cum, lips swollen, holes leaking fluids, her breath ragged. Akio and Hayao panted, their cocks spent, the room thick with the scent of sex. 

Akio clapped Hayao on the shoulder, grinning widely. “You’ve fucking outdone yourself, Hayao. She’s ready for the village now. Swing by later—my wife’s dying to have you,” he said with a wink.

Hayao smiled, pulling on his clothes. “Appreciate it, Akio, but I’ve got to head back to the guest house,” he replied smoothly, the stopwatch’s pulse steady in his pocket.

He touched its metal surface to confirm its presence and its power, and it pulsed one final time, a surge that sent a chill through him. 

As he stepped into the night, the village’s streetlight glowing softly, the stopwatch’s rhythm echoed in his heart, a reminder of its dominion. The island stretched before him, alive with open desire, the stopwatch’s power a shadow cast over an uncertain future.

The End.

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