Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Mio’s First Anal S*x [anal, oral, vaginal, MF]

The air in Mio’s apartment hung heavy with the musky scent of their earlier passion, a lingering heat that clung to the room like a second skin. Hayao’s mind churned, restless and insatiable, his need to dominate Mio surging anew despite the sweat still cooling on his body. His arm coiled tighter around her naked form, possessive and unyielding, his fingers sinking into the soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts. They yielded beneath his touch, warm and pliant, a perfect contrast to the hard lines of his own frame. Mio’s tanned skin shimmered with perspiration, her curves pressed flush against him on the worn leather couch, her platinum hair cascading over his shoulder like a silvery waterfall.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, Mio,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell as he guided her hand to his semi-erect cock. It twitched under her touch, still slick from their previous encounter, a testament to their unrelenting desire. “Stroke me.”

Mio’s hazel eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing in their depths, but she obeyed without hesitation. Her slender fingers encircled his shaft, tentative at first, then growing more confident as she began to stroke him slowly. “Like this, Hayao?” she asked, her voice soft and trembling, a blush blooming across her tanned cheeks as she tilted her face toward his.

Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was all hunger and heat, tongues clashing with a fervor that spoke of need rather than tenderness. Hayao’s hand kneaded her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, coaxing a muffled moan from her throat that vibrated against his mouth. Mio’s strokes became bolder, her hand gliding smoothly along his hardening length, fingers tightening at the base before her thumb traced teasing circles around the sensitive tip. The wet, rhythmic sound of her handjob filled the space between them, blending with their ragged breaths and the distant hum of the city beyond the window.

Hayao pulled back from the kiss, his chest heaving, eyes dark and molten with lust. “Sit back and spread your legs again, Mio,” he ordered, his tone low and commanding, brooking no dissent.

Mio eased herself back against the cushions, her breath catching in her throat. “Are you… gonna go down on me again, Hayao?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her cheeks glowing with a deeper flush as shyness warred with anticipation.

He smirked, a predatory edge to the curve of his lips as he shook his head. “Not this time. Spread eagle, babe. Grab your ankles and hold your legs wide.”

Her heart thudded against her ribcage, a wild drumbeat of nerves and desire, but she complied. Reclining fully, she lifted her long, muscular legs, grasping her ankles and pulling them apart until her glistening pussy was bared to him completely. Her thighs quivered, the effort of holding the spread-eagle pose accentuating her toned physique, yet her eyes darted away, unable to meet his intense stare.

“Perfect,” Hayao growled, his voice thick with approval as he knelt between her legs. His cock stood rigid and throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He teased her entrance, dragging the head along her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that made her whimper, her hips twitching involuntarily. Then, with a measured thrust, he pushed inside her, savoring the tight, wet heat of her pussy as it enveloped him inch by inch.

Mio’s breath hitched, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that bordered on reverence. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as he filled her, stretching her walls, the sensation both familiar and electrifying. Hayao moved with purpose, his thrusts slow and deep, each one striking her G-spot with precision. Her moans escalated, raw and unrestrained, her large breasts bouncing with the rhythm of his hips. “You feel so fucking good, Mio,” he grunted, his hands clamping onto her hips, pulling her onto him with every stroke, her pussy clenching around his cock in a desperate bid to hold him closer.

The pleasure built steadily, a crescendo of heat and friction that consumed them both. Hayao’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, tracing the dip of her waist, his desire to possess her utterly consuming him. Mio’s moans grew louder, her body rocking with each thrust, her fingers tightening on her ankles as she surrendered to the sensation. “Hayao, it’s so good,” she gasped, her voice trembling, her tanned skin flushed with arousal.

After several minutes of this exquisite torture, Hayao pulled out, his cock slick with her juices, and repositioned himself, placing the tip at her anal entrance. Mio’s eyes snapped open in panic, her body tensing immediately. “No, Hayao, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear, hands tightening on her ankles so hard her knuckles whitened. “That’s a dirty place! I can’t do that—it’s disgusting!”

Hayao met her gaze with a reassuring smile, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of impatience. “Mio, it’s not dirty. It’s just another way for us to be close. You loved my fingers there earlier, didn’t you? My cock will feel even better, I promise.”

Mio shook her head vigorously, her brow furrowing in distress, her voice rising with desperation. “No, Hayao, it’s not the same! It’s… it’s gross, and it’s going to hurt so much. I’m terrified—I don’t want to do this, please!” She tried to close her legs, her thighs trembling as she fought to protect herself, but Hayao’s hands held them firm, keeping her spread open.

He leaned closer, his tone softening but laced with manipulation. “Mio, calm down. It might sting a little at first, but you’ll love it once you relax. Trust me. You want to make me happy, don’t you? Be my good girl.”

Tears welled in her eyes, her chest heaving with shallow breaths, her hesitation stretching into an agonizing silence. “I… I don’t know, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice cracking, hands shaking as she clung to her ankles. “It feels so wrong. I’m not ready for this—it’s too much.”

Hayao’s patience wore thin, but he masked it with a gentle nod, his voice dripping with false empathy. “Just try it for me, Mio. I’ll go slow, and if it’s too much, I’ll stop, okay?” His words were a lie, the predatory glint in his eyes betraying his intent to push forward regardless.

Mio swallowed hard, her reluctance palpable, her body rigid with fear. “Please, Hayao, I’m begging you, don’t make me,” she pleaded, tears spilling down her cheeks, her voice small and desperate. “I’ll do anything else, just not this.”

Hayao’s expression hardened, his grip on her thighs tightening. “Mio, you’re being dramatic. It’s normal for couples to do this. You’ll see—it’ll feel amazing. Don’t you want to please me?” His tone was insistent, a subtle threat lurking beneath the surface.

Her sobs grew louder, her body trembling, but the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze wore her down. “Okay, Hayao… but please, be gentle,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her nod faint and reluctant, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Hayao tried to push in, but her anus was impossibly tight, resisting his entry despite her grudging consent. He dipped his fingers into her dripping pussy, coating them with her juices, and smeared them around her anus, working to ease the way. Still, her muscle clenched tight, a natural barrier to his advance. He tried again, pressing harder, but her body fought back, her anus refusing to yield. Frustration flickered across his face, his jaw tightening as he realized this would take more effort.

To distract her, he reached up and twisted one of her nipples hard, the sharp pain making her gasp, her body jerking involuntarily. Her cry of “Hayao, no!” was cut short as he seized the moment, thrusting forward with brutal force, burying his cock to the hilt in her ass in one merciless stroke.

Mio’s scream was raw and piercing, a sound of pure agony that echoed through the apartment, tears streaming down her face. “Hayao, it hurts! Stop, please, stop!” she sobbed, her body rigid, anus clenching painfully around him, her legs shaking violently as she gripped her ankles, her nails digging into her skin. “Take it out, I can’t do this!”

Hayao held still, his cock throbbing inside her, letting her adjust, though his hand stroking her thigh was more possessive than comforting. “Shh, Mio, just breathe. Relax for me,” he soothed, his voice calm, though his eyes gleamed with a dark, sadistic satisfaction at her distress.

Mio’s sobs wracked her body, her breaths coming in shallow, ragged bursts, her face contorted in anguish. The pain was overwhelming—a searing, tearing sensation that felt like it was ripping her apart from the inside. “It’s too much, Hayao,” she choked out, her voice breaking, tears pooling on the couch beneath her. “I hate this—please, I’m begging you!”

He didn’t move, waiting, his hand tracing circles on her thigh, his patience a calculated act. “You’re doing great, Mio. Just give it a minute,” he murmured, his tone deceptively gentle, watching her struggle with a predatory intensity that belied his words.

Time crawled by, each second an eternity for Mio as she fought to relax her muscles, the initial searing pain dulling into a deep, throbbing ache. A strange fullness settled in, uncomfortable and invasive, yet shifting as her body began to adapt against her will. Her sobs quieted, her whimpers softening into shaky breaths, though tears still streamed down her face. “It’s… it’s not as bad now, Hayao,” she murmured, her voice breathy and uncertain, eyes half-closed as she grappled with the conflicting sensations.

Hayao’s grin widened, seizing the opportunity, his hands tightening on her hips. “See, Mio? I knew you’d get there,” he growled, pulling out slightly and pushing back in, each thrust slow and deliberate, testing her limits. The friction was exquisite, her tight anus gripping him like a vice, igniting a fire in his core.

Mio’s body rocked with each thrust, her breasts bouncing, nipples still red and tender from his earlier twisting. The discomfort lingered, a dull ache that pulsed with each movement, but a new sensation crept in—a deep, pulsing warmth that confused her, stirring something unfamiliar in her core. Her moans grew louder, involuntary sounds spilling from her lips as she struggled to reconcile the pain with the growing pleasure. “Hayao, it’s… it’s weird,” she gasped, her voice trembling, her fingers tightening on her ankles.

He leaned forward, his hands sliding beneath her ass, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, his cock plunging deeper. “You’re fucking loving it, Mio,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust, his eyes locked on her flushed, tear-streaked face. “Your ass is so tight—fuck, you’re perfect.”

Mio’s resistance began to crumble, her body betraying her as the pleasure intensified, her pussy glistening with renewed arousal, juices dripping onto the couch. She reached down, fingers trembling as they circled her clit, the added stimulation amplifying the strange, overwhelming sensation building within her. “Hayao, I… I don’t know what’s happening,” she moaned, her voice a mix of confusion and ecstasy, her muscular legs quivering as she held herself open.

Hayao’s thrusts grew more aggressive, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, his cock driving into her anus with relentless force. “Cum for me, Mio,” he commanded, his voice rough and commanding, his hands gripping her hips so tightly his fingers left red marks on her tanned skin.

Her body tensed, muscles locking as the pleasure surged to a crescendo. “¡Dios mío, se siente tan bien!” she cried out, her voice breaking as her orgasm erupted, her anus clenching around his cock in rhythmic spasms. “¡Me vengo! ¡No puedo creer que esté en mi culo!” (I’m cumming! I can’t believe it’s in my ass!) Her long, powerful legs snapped shut around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her, the strength of her thighs locking him in place. Her arms reached up, drawing him down to her chest, mashing his face into the lush valley of her breasts as she convulsed with pleasure, her nipples grazing his cheeks, her scent enveloping him.

Hayao’s face was buried in her soft, pillowy breasts, the warmth and softness suffocating in the best way, her heartbeat thundering against his skin. The vise-like grip of her anus and the desperate pull of her legs drove him over the edge. “Fuck, Mio!” he roared, his voice muffled against her chest, his cock pulsing as he pumped thick spurts of cum deep into her bowels, filling her with his seed. Each pulse was a claim, a mark of possession, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

Mio’s legs tightened further, her thighs flexing as she held him captive, her own orgasm stretching on, wave after wave crashing through her. “¡Me vengo por el culo!” (I’m cumming from my ass!) she gasped in awe, her fingers threading through his hair, pressing his face harder against her breasts as she trembled with aftershocks. Her anus clenched around him, milking every drop of his cum, the warmth spreading deep within her.

Hayao stayed inside her until he was spent, his cock throbbing with the last pulses of his release. He pulled out slowly, a trail of cum leaking from her stretched anus, making her wince and gasp softly. Mio’s hands flew to her face, covering her eyes, a rush of embarrassment flooding her. “Don’t look at me, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice small and fragile, her tanned cheeks burning with shame.

Hayao pried her hands away, his lips brushing her forehead in a gesture that was equal parts possessive and tender. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Mio,” he said, his tone smug, his smirk betraying the satisfaction of conquest. “You took it like a champ.”

Mio peeked at him through her fingers, a tentative smile tugging at her lips. “It was… intense, Hayao,” she murmured, her voice trembling, her eyes glistening with a mix of awe and vulnerability. “I didn’t think I could… but I did.”

Hayao’s smirk softened, his arm tightening around her. “I knew you could, babe,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead, his dominance tempered by a fleeting trace of affection.

They lay there for a while, the silence punctuated only by the distant hum of the city beyond the window, their bodies still entwined in the fading glow of their passion. But soon, Hayao stirred, disentangling himself from her embrace, his mind already shifting gears. He stood, reaching for his scattered clothes, pulling on his pants and shirt with a practiced efficiency that belied the intensity of what had just transpired.

Mio watched him, her heart sinking, a pang of disappointment piercing through the haze of contentment. “Are you… leaving already, Hayao?” she asked, her voice small and tinged with longing, her tanned cheeks paling slightly as she sat up.

Hayao glanced at her, his expression neutral, though a shadow of regret flickered in his eyes. “Yeah, I have to. I still live with my family—my mom’s expecting me home,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact, buttoning his shirt with steady hands.

Her chest tightened, the hope of a lingering closeness slipping away. “Oh… okay,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes dropping to her lap as she tugged the edge of a cushion over her thighs.

He finished dressing, then leaned down, cupping her cheek to tilt her face up. His lips brushed her forehead one last time, a final claim staked in that fleeting touch. “I’ll see you soon, Mio,” he said, his voice low and firm, his thumb stroking her skin. “Be good for me.”

She nodded, her smile faint and wistful, her tanned cheeks still flushed with the remnants of their intimacy. “Okay, Hayao. See you soon,” she whispered, her voice trembling with unspoken emotion, her heart heavy as she watched him walk away.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Mio alone on the couch, her body still humming from their encounter, her mind a whirlwind of desire, fear, and a quiet, aching yearning for something more.

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