Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Morning After [oral,vaginal, mmf]

The early morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mio’s apartment, casting a soft, grayish glow over the bedroom. The flickering candles had long since burned low, their dim light barely holding back the shadows on the polished wooden floor. Hayao stirred from a fitful sleep, his senses roused by the distant sound of running water and soft, unmistakable moans echoing from the bathroom. His dark eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the pre-dawn haze, and he turned to see Amanda Wetherspoon beside him, her pale skin almost luminescent in the faint light. Her long blonde hair splayed across the pillow, framing her delicate features—full lips, a small nose, and a serene, angelic expression that belied the night’s relentless debauchery. For a moment, Hayao lingered on her beauty, a fleeting calm before the sounds from the bathroom—a steady stream of water punctuated by rhythmic moans—ignited a spark of curiosity and possessiveness within him.

Careful not to wake Amanda, Hayao slipped out of bed, his bare feet silent on the cool wooden floor. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of sweat and sex, a reminder of the night’s intensity. His heart quickened, a mix of arousal and jealousy stirring as he moved toward the bathroom door, slightly ajar, with wisps of steam escaping, carrying the scent of soap and primal desire. He pushed the door open quietly, his eyes widening at the scene unfolding under the shower’s cascading water.

In the spacious, marble-tiled bathroom, his girlfriend stood beneath the rain-style showerhead, her tanned, muscular body glistening with water, every curve accentuated by the rivulets streaming down her skin. Her platinum hair, darkened and slick from the water, clung to her shoulders and back, framing her powerful form. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the tiled wall, as Shigeru railed her from behind. The height difference between Mio, the powerful woman with her muscular build, and Shigeru’s shorter, slighter frame forced her to adjust, her knees bending to align her hips with his, allowing his cock to plunge deep inside her. Shigeru gripped her hips tightly, his cock thrusting savagely into her pussy, each movement eliciting a moan from Mio’s parted lips. Her face was a mask of pleasure, eyes half-closed, mouth open, her tanned cheeks flushed with ecstasy as she surrendered to the rhythm.

Her large breasts swayed with each thrust, water droplets clinging to her hardened nipples. Shigeru’s hands left faint red marks on her hips, his thrusts relentless, his face contorted with pleasure as he savored the tight heat of her pussy.

As Hayao stepped into the doorway, Mio’s eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze through the steam. Her expression shifted instantly from pleasure to guilt, as if she’d been caught cheating, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. 

“Hayao!” she gasped, her voice barely audible over the water’s rush, her tanned cheeks paling slightly as she realized he was watching.

Hayao’s heart pounded, a surge of jealousy coursing through him, but it quickly morphed into a dark, twisted arousal. Seeing Mio, his Mio, taken so fiercely by Shigeru, her powerful body yielding to another man’s cock, ignited a primal fire within him. His cock hardened instantly, throbbing with need as he stepped into the shower, the hot water hitting his skin, steam enveloping him in a haze of heat and desire. A wicked grin spread across his face, his dark eyes glinting with lustful intent. 

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “In fact, let me join you.”

Shigeru glanced over, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his thrusts, undeterred by Hayao’s presence. “Plenty of her to go around,” he taunted, his voice strained with pleasure, his lanky frame trembling with each stroke.

Mio’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on Hayao’s, a storm of emotions—guilt, love, submission—swirling within them. Hayao reached out, grabbing a fistful of her wet platinum hair, pulling her head back with a gentle but firm tug, exposing her throat. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he growled, his other hand stroking his erect cock, the tip glistening with precum. “Getting fucked by him while I watch.”

Mio’s lips trembled, her body still rocking with Shigeru’s thrusts. “Sorry,” she cried, her voice raw with guilt, her eyes pleading for forgiveness even as her pussy clenched around Shigeru’s cock.

Hayao’s grin widened, his jealousy fueling his arousal. “Show me how much you love me,” he commanded, guiding his cock to her lips, pressing the tip against them. “Suck me while he fucks you.”

Mio opened her mouth obediently, taking Hayao’s cock into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the head with practiced skill. Shigeru adjusted his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, each one pushing Mio forward onto Hayao’s cock, forcing her to take him deeper into her throat. The water cascaded over them, amplifying every sensation—the slap of wet skin, the heat of the steam, the slick friction of their bodies. Hayao’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, his hips moving in sync with Shigeru’s, creating a standing spitroast that filled the bathroom with a symphony of raw desire.

Mio’s moans were muffled by Hayao’s cock, her body caught between the two men, her senses overwhelmed by the dual assault. Shigeru’s hands gripped her hips tighter, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with relentless force, the water making their bodies slick and slippery. 

“Fuck, Hayao, you really were right,” Shigeru panted, his voice strained with pleasure. “Your girl’s pussy is so fucking tight. Almost as tight as Amanda’s ass before we double-fucked her.”

Hayao’s eyes darkened at the comment, a surge of possessiveness and arousal coursing through him. “She’s my girl, alright,” he growled, his thrusts into Mio’s mouth becoming more aggressive, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. 

Mio gagged slightly but continued to suck, her devotion to Hayao unwavering, her hazel eyes locked on his, filled with a desperate need to please him despite the degradation.

The intensity built, the shower’s acoustics amplifying every sound—the wet slap of Shigeru’s hips against Mio’s ass, Hayao’s low groans, Mio’s muffled moans vibrating against his cock. Shigeru’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in short gasps as he neared climax. 

“I’m close,” he warned, his hands tightening on Mio’s hips, leaving faint marks on her tanned skin.

Hayao could feel Mio’s body tensing, her pussy clenching around Shigeru’s cock, signaling her own impending orgasm. “Cum for me, you cheating whore,” he ordered, his voice a commanding growl, his hands guiding her head faster. “Show me how you cum with a different guy’s cock in your pussy.”

With a final, deep thrust, Shigeru came, filling Mio’s pussy with hot, thick cum, his lanky frame shuddering with the force of his orgasm. 

The sensation triggered Mio’s climax, her body convulsing as she pulled back from Hayao’s cock just enough to cry out, “¡Me vengo!” (I’m cumming!), her voice echoing in the shower, raw with ecstasy and despair. Her tanned skin flushed, her eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Hayao, feeling her mouth tighten and hearing her cry, couldn’t hold back. 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 trembling from her own orgasm, her hazel eyes locked on Hayao’s, pure love shining through her tears.

The three stood under the shower for a moment, catching their breath, the water rinsing away the evidence of their act. Hayao released Mio’s hair, his hand caressing her cheek gently, a rare moment of tenderness. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft but possessive.

Mio looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Te amo, Hayao” (I love you, Hayao), she whispered in Spanish, her voice hoarse, her body still trembling from the intensity.

Shigeru stepped back, letting the water wash over him, a satisfied grin on his face. “Fucking incredible,” he said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “You’re one lucky bastard, Hayao.”

Hayao’s smile was smug, his eyes never leaving Mio’s. “I know,” he replied, his tone dripping with confidence.

They turned off the shower, the steam dissipating as they grabbed towels to dry off. Mio wrapped herself in a plush white towel, her tanned skin still flushed, her light hair clinging to her shoulders. Hayao and Shigeru dried off quickly, their bodies still buzzing with the afterglow of their climax. They returned to the bedroom, where Amanda was stirring, her blue eyes fluttering open, her angelic face softening as she saw them.

Shigeru began to gather his clothes, pulling on his jeans and hoodie, while Amanda slipped into a loose shirt, her movements slow and tentative, her body still aching from the night’s earlier acts. As they dressed, Shigeru pulled Hayao aside, his voice low to avoid disturbing Amanda. 

“Listen, man,” he said, his eyes serious but glinting with opportunity. “I saw how you fucked Amanda, and, I’ve been thinking. If you can find me another girl—someone as hot as Mio or Amanda—I’ll let you keep Amanda. A fair trade, right?”

Hayao raised an eyebrow, his mind racing. The stopwatch, a mysterious device that allowed him to manipulate time, flashed in his thoughts. With its power, finding another girl for Shigeru would be effortless, a chance to expand his control and indulge his desires further. “Deal,” he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I’ll find you someone. But don’t ruin Amanda in the meantime.”

Shigeru chuckled, clapping Hayao on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep her in one piece,” he said, his tone light but with a hint of possessiveness.

With that, Shigeru took Amanda’s hand, leading her toward the door. “Let’s go, babe,” he said, his voice casual. 

Amanda followed, her blue eyes downcast, her pale cheeks still flushed from the night’s events. They left the apartment, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving Hayao and Mio alone in the quiet bedroom.

Hayao turned to Mio, who sat on the edge of the bed, her towel wrapped tightly around her, her hazel eyes watching him with a mix of love and uncertainty. He sat beside her, pulling her close, his arm encircling her shoulders. 

“You were perfect, Mio,” he said, his voice soft but firm, his fingers tracing circles on her tanned skin. “You always are.”

Mio leaned into him, her head resting on his chest, her breath steadying. “Te amo, Hayao” (I love you, Hayao), she whispered in Spanish, her voice barely audible, her love for him a fragile anchor amidst the wreckage of the night.

Hayao kissed the top of her head, his mind already churning with plans. The stopwatch, tucked away in his belongings, held the key to endless possibilities—new girls, new conquests, new ways to push the boundaries of desire and control. For now, he held Mio close, savoring her warmth, her submission, her love. The dawn light grew stronger, casting a soft glow over the room, but for Hayao, the night was far from over. There were more games to play, more limits to test, and with Mio by his side and the stopwatch in his possession, he would conquer them all.

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