Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] A Night of Debauchery (I) [oral, mf, mmf]

The candlelight danced across Mio’s tanned skin, casting shadows that accentuated the curves of her black lace lingerie. Her platinum hair spilled over her shoulders, brushing the bed as she held her position on all fours, her body trembling with anticipation, utterly trusting in his command. 

Hayao’s cock throbbed, the sight of Mio’s vulnerability igniting a sadistic fire within him. He stepped closer, his hand trailing along her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin through the lace. 

“Mio,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, “I want you to taste me first.”

Mio’s head tilted toward his voice, her blindfold hiding her hazel eyes but not the eager smile that curved her full lips. “Yes, my love,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire, her tanned cheeks flushing deeper.

He positioned himself in front of her, his erect cock inches from her face, the tip glistening with precum. Guiding it to her lips, he watched as she opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the head, savoring the salty taste. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive ridge before giving a few slow, deliberate licks along the shaft, her lips brushing against him with a softness that sent shivers through his core. 

“¡Está muy dura, mi amor!” (It’s so hard, my love!) she gasped in Spanish, her voice husky with arousal, before licking again, her tongue tracing the veins with practiced devotion.

Hayao groaned, the sensation of her warm tongue nearly overwhelming, but he forced himself to maintain control. This was just the prelude to his plan. After a few more licks, he pulled back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop, leaving her lips glistening. 

“That’s enough for now,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of restraint, his eyes dark with intent.

Mio whimpered softly, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips, chasing his taste. “Please, Hayao, I want more. I need more,” she begged, her voice a blend of need and submission, her body shifting slightly on the bed, her ass still raised invitingly.

Hayao chuckled darkly, his gaze flicking to Shigeru Miyamoto, who stood nearby, his lanky frame tense with anticipation, his cock already stirring from Amanda’s earlier efforts. 

“Patience, Mio,” the boy said, his tone dripping with sadistic pleasure. “I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours now.”

He gestured for his friend to approach, a silent command that carried the weight of their agreement. His friend, understanding the signal, turned to Amanda, who knelt on the wooden floor, her white lace underwear glowing in the candlelight. 

“Get me hard again,” he whispered softly, his voice a mix of command and urgency. The blonde’s blue eyes met his, submissive yet hesitant, as she leaned forward, taking his softening cock into her mouth. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the head, giving him a few quick pumps to restore his erection, her pale hands gripping his thighs for balance.

Shigeru’s bit his bottom to stop from crying out, his cock hardening rapidly under Amanda’s care. Satisfied, he pulled out, his shaft glistening with her saliva, and moved toward the bed, his eyes locked on Mio’s raised ass, his desire to fuck her overwhelming. He positioned himself behind her, his hands trembling as he grasped her hips, the anticipation making his pulse race.

Hayao leaned down to Mio’s ear, his breath hot against her skin, his voice a soothing whisper that belied his sadistic intent. “I’m going to enter you now, Mio. Relax for me,” he said, his tone calm and commanding, his hand stroking her back to ease her tension.

Mio nodded, her body tensing slightly in preparation, her breath quickening. “Yes, Hayao,” she breathed, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness, her tanned skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

Hayao gave Shigeru a subtle nod, the signal to proceed. Shigeru, his cock fully erect, pressed the head against Mio’s tight anus, applying careful pressure. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to penetrate her, inch by inch, the tight heat of her ass enveloping him in a way that made his vision blur with pleasure. He could barely stop himself from screaming, the sensation so intense it threatened to shatter his restraint. Instead, he let out a low, guttural grunt, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he buried himself fully inside her.

Mio gasped, her body arching as the intrusion stretched her, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her. 

“Hayao, it’s so big,” she moaned, her voice trembling, her hands clutching the bedsheets. “¡Dios mío, es enorme!” (My God, it’s huge!) she exclaimed in Spanish, her tanned cheeks flushing deeper as she adjusted to the fullness, her body rocking slightly to meet the thrusts.

Hayao watched, his arousal spiking to dizzying heights at the sight of Shigeru fucking Mio’s ass while she believed it was him. The deception was exquisite, a testament to his control over her body and mind. Mio’s moans filled the room, her hips moving back to meet Shigeru’s thrusts. Shigeru’s slight frame trembled with each stroke, his grunts barely audible as he fought to stay silent, his hands leaving faint red marks on Mio’s hips.

For a few moments, Hayao let them continue, his eyes drinking in every detail—the way Mio’s ass clenched around Shigeru’s cock, the sweat beading on her tanned skin, the soft, desperate sounds escaping her lips. The candlelight cast their shadows on the walls, a flickering tableau of raw desire that fueled his hunger. But soon, his own need became too great to ignore.

He moved to the front of the bed, positioning his cock in front of Mio’s mouth, the tip glistening with precum from his earlier restraint. “Open up, Mio,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire, his hands already reaching for her hair.

Mio, still blindfolded, obeyed instantly, her mouth opening to take him in. Her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head with practiced skill. “¡Qué rico, mi amor!” (How delicious, my love!) she murmured in Spanish, her voice muffled by his shaft, her hands gripping the bed for balance as Shigeru continued to thrust into her ass.

Hayao groaned, his hands tangling in her platinum hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him, her mouth warm and wet, her throat constricting around him. The dual sensation—Mio’s ass being fucked by Shigeru, her mouth pleasuring him—was a heady rush, his sadistic pleasure soaring to new heights. He watched Shigeru’s thrusts, the way Mio’s body rocked with each one, her moans vibrating against his cock, amplifying his arousal.

But as Mio sucked him, a flicker of doubt crept into the poor woman’s mind. The rhythm of the cock in her ass didn’t match Hayao’s usual cadence, the thrusts more erratic, less controlled. The doubt grew, a nagging sensation that something was wrong. There were two cocks! Her lips slowed on Hayao’s cock, her brow furrowing beneath the blindfold, her hands tightening on the bedsheets.

Finally, unable to ignore it, Mio pulled her mouth off Hayao’s cock, her breath ragged. With trembling hands, she reached up and tore off the blindfold, her hazel eyes blinking against the candlelight. As her vision cleared, she saw Hayao standing in front of her, his cock wet from her mouth. At first, she felt relief before she turned around and looked behind her for the source of her anal pleasure. And behind her was Shigeru, buried deep in her ass, his face contorted with pleasure.

Mio’s eyes widened in horror. “¡Qué está pasando!” (What’s happening!) she cried in Spanish, her voice a raw mix of shock and betrayal, her body still impaled on Shigeru’s cock as she started to cry.

Hayao moved swiftly to her side, his hands cupping her tear-streaked face, his voice calm but insistent. 

“Mio, it’s okay,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers, a mix of reassurance and command. “This is part of the surprise. I wanted to share you with my friend, to show him how fucking amazing you are.”

Tears streamed down Mio’s face, her body trembling as Shigeru’s cock remained inside her, his thrusts paused but not withdrawn. “But… I thought it was you,” she sobbed, her voice breaking, her tanned cheeks glistening with tears. “¡No quería esto!” (I didn’t want this!) she cried in Spanish, her heart aching with betrayal.

Hayao stroked her cheek, wiping away a tear, his touch deceptively gentle. “I know, babe. But if you love me, you’ll let this happen. You’ll do this for me,” he said, his voice firm, exploiting her devotion to bend her will.

Mio’s chest heaved with sobs, her love for Hayao warring with the shock and violation she felt. She looked into his eyes, seeing the intensity there, the need for her to submit. With a shuddering breath, she nodded, tears spilling anew. 

“Okay, Hayao… for you,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, her body slumping slightly in resignation.

Hayao’s smile was a mix of relief and arousal, his sadistic hunger reignited. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, his hands guiding her face back to his cock. “Suck me, Mio.”

Mio, tears still flowing, opened her mouth and took him in, her sobs muffled by his shaft as she resumed sucking, her movements mechanical at first but driven by her desperate need to please him. Hayao signaled to Shigeru to continue, and Shigeru resumed thrusting into Mio’s ass, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the tight heat that enveloped him.

Together, Hayao and Shigeru spitroasted her, their thrusts finding a synchronized rhythm, driving into her from both ends. Mio’s cries turned to moans, her body responding despite her emotional turmoil, the pleasure a cruel betrayal of her heart. Her dark skin glistened with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, the black lace bra straining against her heaving chest.

Through her tears, Mio caught sight of Amanda, who stood nearby, her white lace underwear stark against her pale skin, her hand between her legs, fingers moving rhythmically as she watched the scene unfold. A pang of jealousy stabbed through Mio—seeing another woman pleasuring herself to her own degradation—but it was quickly drowned out by the sensations assaulting her body. “¡Por qué, Hayao!” (Why, Hayao!) she thought to herself, her voice choked with anguish, her tears mixing with the sweat on her face.

Hayao, lost in his own pleasure, didn’t notice her distress—or simply didn’t care, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as he thrust deeper, his arousal fueled by her tears. Shigeru, feeling his climax approaching, thrust harder, his grunts barely audible as he gripped Mio’s hips, his body trembling with each stroke.

Mio’s body tensed as she felt Shigeru swell inside her, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. Despite her hatred for the act, her body betrayed her, the relentless stimulation pushing her toward an unwanted climax. With a final, deep thrust, Shigeru came, filling her ass with hot, thick cum, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her. The sensation triggered Mio’s own orgasm, a wave of pleasure that crashed through her against her will, her body convulsing even as more tears streamed down her face.

Hayao, feeling her mouth tighten around him as she came, couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep into her throat and came, his cum shooting down her esophagus, filling her mouth with his release. Mio swallowed reflexively, her body still trembling from her own climax, her sobs muffled by his cock.

As both men pulled out, Mio collapsed onto the bed, her body spent, tears streaming down her face. Hayao lay beside her, pulling her into his arms, his touch gentle now, a stark contrast to his earlier dominance. 

“You did so well, Mio,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, his voice soft but possessive. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Mio sobbed against his chest, her emotions a tangled mess of love, betrayal, and lingering pleasure. “Te amo, Hayao,” (I love you, Hayao) she whispered in Spanish, her voice broken, her tears soaking his skin.

“I love you too, Mio,” he replied, holding her close, his sadistic hunger sated for the moment, though his mind already churned with thoughts of what boundaries he could push next.

Across the room, Amanda stood, her hand still between her legs, her blue eyes wide with a mix of arousal and confusion. Her fingers slowed, her pale cheeks flushed as she watched Mio’s tears, a flicker of guilt crossing her delicate features. Shigeru, spent but satisfied, moved to her side, wrapping an arm around her, his lanky frame relaxed but his eyes still lingering on Mio’s form. His desire for the powerful woman was undiminished.

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