Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Deepening Bonds [oral, MF]

A month had passed since Hayao had first claimed the powerful woman. Now, their bond was a tapestry of passion, control, and an unspoken yearning that neither fully acknowledged.

Hayao lounged on Mio’s couch, his head resting on her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair, a rare moment of calm in their otherwise feverish connection. Mio’s tanned skin glowed under the soft apartment lights, her platinum hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her curvy, muscular frame. She was everything Hayao could have demanded—devoted, beautiful, and sexually insatiable—yet a nagging void lingered in his chest, a restlessness he couldn’t name.

For a moment, just a flashing moment, he remembered his friend Shigeru’s posts on social media. He remembered him parading about his new girlfriend, an attractive blonde foreigner. Just the thought of sinking his claws into that pale flesh…

Hayao shifted on the couch, his dark eyes meeting Mio’s with a blend of intensity and warmth. “Mio, you know I love what you do with your mouth, but I think we can make it even more incredible.”

Mio’s hazel eyes widened, a flush creeping up her tanned cheeks. “Really, Hayao? I thought you were happy with it.”

He nodded, his tone encouraging yet firm. “I am, but there’s always room to get better. I want you to such my brains out through my cock.”

She bit her lip, her expression earnest, her voice soft. “Okay, Hayao. How can I get better for you?”

A playful smirk curved his lips. “I was thinking you could watch some adult videos with me. I’ll pick ones that show techniques I like—deep throating, teasing, using your hands just right.”

Mio’s cheeks burned brighter, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Videos? I’ve never… I mean, if it’ll make you happy, I’ll try...”

And so began Mio’s dedicated journey to perfect her oral skills. Hayao selected a series of adult videos, each showcasing specific techniques: one woman used slow, teasing licks to build tension, another took her partner deep with ease, and a third played with light touches to heighten arousal. They settled on her couch, Mio leaning against him, her focus sharp as Hayao paused the videos to explain. 

“See how she teases with her tongue?” he’d say, his hand resting on her thigh. “I want you to try that.”

Mio watched intently, occasionally asking questions. “So, start slow like that?” she’d murmur, her brow furrowed in concentration. Hayao nodded, squeezing her thigh. “Exactly. Build it up.”

After each session, Mio practiced on Hayao, kneeling between his legs, her mouth eager to apply what she’d seen. “More suction here,” he’d guide, or “Ease up, tease the tip longer.” 

She took every note to heart, her hazel eyes gleaming with determination, her tanned cheeks flushed with effort. At first, deep throating was a challenge—she’d gag, pulling back with a determined look. 

“I’ll get it,” she’d say, trying again, relaxing her throat until she could take him deeper, her lips brushing the base of his cock.

Weeks later, Mio’s blowjobs had transformed into a masterful performance, blending teasing licks, deep sucks, and skilled handwork that left Hayao breathless. She read his body like a book, slowing when he tensed, speeding up when his breath caught, her devotion shining through every motion.

One Saturday night, after a dinner of sushi and tempura Mio had prepared, they retreated to her bedroom, where she’d set candles and soft music for a romantic ambiance. “Hayao,” she whispered, her voice gentle, “I want to make tonight special.”

He smiled, touched by her effort. “You always do, Mio.”

She undressed slowly, a seductive dance that revealed her toned body, her large breasts swaying as she crawled onto the bed. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up with adoration. “I want to give you some real pleasure, darling.”

Hayao’s cock was already hard, pulsing with anticipation. “I’m sure you will,” he replied, his voice husky.

Mio began with kisses along his inner thighs, her lips warm and teasing, building tension as she worked upward. When she reached his cock, she took her time, running her tongue along the shaft, swirling around the head before taking him into her mouth. Her technique was flawless—one hand stroking the base, the other fondling his balls, her lips creating a tight seal as she sucked.

Hayao groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. “Fuck, Mio, you’re amazing as always.” 

Her tongue danced, teasing the sensitive underside, then plunging deep, her throat constricting around him. She varied her pace, slow and sensual, then fast and urgent, her moans vibrating against his cock, amplifying his pleasure.

As she worked, Hayao noticed her arousal—her breathing heavy, her hips shifting, her thighs rubbing together. “Mio,” he gasped, “are you getting off on this?”

She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “Yes, Hayao. Pleasing you makes me so hot.”

He was stunned. “Keep going. I want to see you cum just from sucking me.”

Her eyes lit up with determination. She resumed with fervor, deep-throating him, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling, and Hayao felt his climax building. But Mio’s arousal was unmistakable—she was shuddering, her eyes fluttering, her pussy visibly wet without any direct touch.

As Hayao erupted, spilling into her mouth with a groan, Mio’s body convulsed, a muffled cry escaping around his cock. Her eyes rolled back, her thighs clenching as a light orgasm ripped through her, triggered solely by her devotion to his pleasure. She swallowed every drop, continuing to suck gently until he was spent, then looked up with a satisfied smile. 

“Did I do good, Hayao?”

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. “You were perfect, Mio.”

Yet, even in that moment of ecstasy, the void persisted. Mio was everything he could want—devoted, skilled, and utterly his—but something was missing, a hunger he couldn’t name.

Their encounters grew more varied. Mio, once hesitant about anal sex, now embraced it, finding pleasure in the deep, invasive fullness. Hayao guided her through it, using her pussy juices as lube, stretching her tight anus with slow, deliberate thrusts. 

She’d moan, “Hayao, it feels so good,” her body rocking with each stroke, her breasts bouncing, her tanned skin slick with sweat. 

After each session, she’d clean his cock lovingly, her tongue lapping at him with reverence, ensuring no trace remained, her hazel eyes shining with pride.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense anal session, Mio lay sprawled on the bed, her body glistening, her breath ragged. Hayao watched her, marveling at her perfection, yet that nagging dissatisfaction lingered. Was it the lack of challenge? The thrill of conquest had faded—Mio was his, completely. Or was it something deeper, a need for connection beyond control?

As they cuddled, Mio’s head on his chest, she spoke softly. “Hayao, I’ve been thinking… maybe someday you could introduce me to your mother, Mai.”

He tensed, caught off guard. “My mother? Why?”

“Because I want…” she said, her voice earnest, her eyes searching his. “I want to know the people who matter to you. It’d make us… more real.”

Hayao’s mind raced. Meeting Mai would shift their relationship, making it official in a way he wasn’t sure he wanted. His bond with Mai was complex, tangled with desires he hadn’t shared with Mio. 

“It’s not that simple,” he said, his tone guarded. “My relationship with my mother is… complicated.”

Mio frowned, curious. “How so?”

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Things are different in my family. After my father died...”

Her expression softened. “I’m sorry, Hayao. I didn’t mean to push.”

“It’s okay,” he said, squeezing her hand. “If it’s important to you, I’ll think about it. Give me some time.”

She smiled, relieved. “Thank you, babe. That means a lot.”

They kissed, a tender moment that stirred something in Hayao—guilt, perhaps, or affection. He wasn’t sure.

Days later, in Mio’s living room, she knelt before him, her improved oral skills on full display. Her lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue teasing the head before sliding down, taking him deep. She varied her pace, her hands stroking and fondling, her eyes locked on his with adoration. “Hayao,” she murmured between sucks, “I want to make you feel so good.”

He groaned, guiding her head. “You are, Mio. You’re fucking perfect.”

As she worked him toward climax, her moans grew louder, her arousal evident in her trembling thighs. Hayao felt his release building, but Mio’s devotion pushed her own pleasure to the edge. When he came, flooding her mouth, she shuddered, her eyes closing as another orgasm rippled through her, triggered by her love for him.

She swallowed, cleaning him with gentle licks, then looked up, her voice soft. “Hayao, about meeting your mother… I really want to. I want to be more than this, babe.”

He sighed, the weight of her words pressing on him. “I know, Mio. It’s just… it is still complicated. But I’ll figure it out.”

Her smile was radiant, her hazel eyes glistening with hope. “Thank you, Hayao. I love you.”

He didn’t reply, but pulled her close, his mind troubled. Introducing Mio to his mother would change everything, possibly in ways he couldn’t control. For now, he focused on her warmth, but the void in his heart whispered that something more awaited.

Hayao chooses to…

Option 1: Introduce Mio to his mother as his girlfriend.

Option 2: Call Shigeru. Offer to let him have sex with Mio in exchange for letting Hayao have sex with Shigeru’s girlfriend.