Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Love Hotel (III)

Nanako’s jaw tightened, but she obeyed, crossing the room with stiff steps. She fed coins into the machine, her fingers trembling slightly as she retrieved the items—a sleek dildo and a small bottle of lube. She returned and handed them to Hayao, her eyes avoiding his.

“Good,” he said, taking them with a nod. He turned his attention back to Ai, who was still astride him, her chest heaving. “Nanako’s going to prep you,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding. “Your poop chute, you should relax it.”

Ai froze, her eyes widening. “W-what?” she stammered, a flicker of resistance crossing her face. “No, I… I don’t—”

Hayao’s grin didn’t falter. He leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured, “You wanted that kiss, didn’t you? This is the price. You agreed.”

Ai bit her lip hard. Her heart pounded, torn between defiance and the pull of his words—his control. After a long, tense moment, she nodded, a small, reluctant gesture of surrender.

Nanako hesitated, her hands hovering over the lube. She didn’t want this—didn’t want to be reduced to this role, preparing Ai for Hayao’s whims. But his gaze bore into her, expectant, unyielding. With a shaky breath, she squeezed the lube onto her fingers, the slickness cold against her skin. She approached Ai, her movements slow and mechanical, her mind a storm of resentment and guilt.

The water from their earlier shower still lingered on Ai’s skin, droplets catching the light as Nanako’s hands worked with reluctant precision. The slender girl tensed, a soft whimper escaping her lips, but she didn’t pull away. Hayao watched, his grin now a mask of satisfaction.

Hayao grinned as Ai continued to ride him. Her silver twintails swayed with each rise and fall, her gray eyes half-shut, lips parted in soft gasps. His thick cock filled her pussy, her tight, wet heat gripping him as she bounced, her rhythm a mix of shy hesitation and growing need. Her breasts jiggled faintly, her skin flushed with arousal.

Beside them, Nanako perched on her knees, her hands slick as she worked lube onto the dildo. The toy gleamed under the dim light, its surface slippery and cold as she coated it with careful strokes. Her dark eyes darted between the dildo and the couple, her breath uneven, caught between reluctance and a stirring heat in her core.

Hayao’s gaze caught the glint of the lubed dildo in Nanako’s hands, and a sharp grin curled his lips. “Hold still, Ai,” he ordered, his voice a low growl, hands clamping onto her hips to halt her bouncing. Ai froze mid-motion, a shiver running through her as she settled, Hayao’s cock still buried deep inside her pussy, pulsing against her slick walls. Her breath hitched, her body tense with anticipation.

Nanako’s pulse thudded in her ears as she edged closer, positioning herself behind Ai. “Stay like that,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, steadying herself as much as Ai. 

She pressed the slick tip of the dildo against Ai’s tight rear entrance, easing it forward with slow, deliberate care. Ai’s body jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her as the toy breached her, sliding in inch by inch. The stretch was intense, her ass clenching around the intrusion as her pussy tightened further around Hayao’s cock, amplifying the fullness that overwhelmed her senses.

Hayao groaned low in his throat, the added pressure making Ai’s pussy squeeze him even tighter. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as Nanako pushed the dildo deeper until it was fully seated. Ai trembled, her gray eyes wide, her chest heaving as she adjusted to being filled from both ends—Hayao’s cock thick and hot in her front, the dildo firm and unyielding in her rear.

“Move again,” Hayao commanded, his tone thick with hunger, guiding Ai’s hips to resume their rhythm. She hesitated, then rocked forward, her movements tentative at first, the dual penetration sending jolts of pleasure and strain through her. Her pussy slid along Hayao’s length while the dildo shifted inside her ass, the friction building into a dizzying heat. Her moans sharpened, her hands bracing against his chest as she found her pace.

Hayao’s eyes flicked to Nanako, who lingered beside them, her hands still glistening with lube, her face a mask of conflicted arousal. “Get over here,” he said, his voice cutting through the haze. “Give me your tits.” Nanako faltered, then obeyed, shedding her blouse to reveal her soft, full breasts, nipples already peaked. She leaned in, straddling his chest, and Hayao’s mouth claimed her, his tongue lashing over one nipple before sucking hard, drawing a shaky whimper from her lips.

Ai’s hips moved faster, her pussy clenching around Hayao’s cock, the dildo sliding in sync with her thrusts. The sensation was almost too much—her body stretched and filled, every nerve alight. Hayao’s mouth worked Nanako’s breasts, his teeth grazing her skin, his hands gripping her ass to pull her closer. The room echoed with their sounds—Ai’s desperate moans, Hayao’s grunts, Nanako’s stifled cries—woven into the thick, heady scent of sex.

Hayao’s hips drove forward in a steady, unrelenting rhythm, his cock buried deep inside Ai’s pussy, each thrust drawing a soft, wet sound from their union. The warmth of her enveloped him, her inner walls slick and tight, pulsing faintly with the aftershocks of her earlier climax. Ai’s gray eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted as she gasped and moaned, her small breasts jiggling with each impact, her pale skin flushed a deep, rosy hue. Her hands clutched the sheets, fingers twisting the damp fabric as she surrendered to the sensations overwhelming her body. Nanako knelt nearby, her dark hair falling in a curtain around her face, her hands still glistening with the lube she’d used to work the dildo in and out of Ai’s ass moments before.

Then it happened—the dildo slipped free. As Ai’s body shuddered through the fading edges of her orgasm, the toy lost its grip, sliding out with a faint, slick pop before tumbling onto the bed with a muffled thud. The sudden emptiness hit Ai like a shockwave, her ass clenching instinctively, a reflexive attempt to reclaim the sensation of fullness. The movement reverberated through her, her pussy tightening sharply around Hayao’s cock in response, the sudden constriction sending a jolt of raw pleasure surging through him.

Hayao groaned, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled from his chest, his hands tightening on Ai’s hips. His fingers pressed into her soft flesh, leaving faint red marks as he steadied her trembling form. 

“Fuck, Ai,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust, “you’re squeezing me so tight now.” 

He could feel every detail of her—the heat, the slickness, the way her muscles fluttered around him, amplifying the friction with each thrust. His balls tightened, the pressure building, but he held back, savoring the moment, his dark eyes glinting with a mix of control and primal hunger.

Ai whimpered, her body still quaking, the absence in her ass a stark contrast to the fullness in her pussy. 

“Hayao…” she breathed, her voice a fragile thread, needy and desperate. “It’s… it’s so empty now… I—I need…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, her mind too clouded with sensation, but her hips rocked upward, pressing herself harder against him, seeking more.

Hayao’s lips curled into a slow, wicked grin, his gaze flicking to the other girl in the room, who remained frozen beside them, her hands resting on her thighs, her face a storm of conflicting emotions—jealousy, arousal, uncertainty. 

“Nanako,” he said, his tone sharp and commanding, cutting through the haze of the room. “Don’t just sit there. Get over here.”

Nanako’s breath hitched, her pulse pounding in her ears. She hesitated, her eyes darting between Hayao’s intense stare and Ai’s trembling, vulnerable form. The air felt thicker now, charged with tension, and her own body betrayed her reluctance—her nipples hardened beneath her thin blouse, a warmth spreading between her thighs. She swallowed hard and shuffled closer, her knees sinking into the mattress, her hands trembling slightly as she positioned herself beside Ai.

Hayao’s grin widened, a predatory edge to it. “Use your fingers, Nanako,” he instructed, his voice low and firm. “Fill her ass again. She’s begging for it—look at her.”

Ai moaned softly, her body arching toward Nanako as if drawn by an invisible thread, her gray eyes fluttering open to meet Nanako’s gaze. “Please…” she whispered, the word barely audible but laden with need.

Nanako’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she nodded, reaching for the bottle of lube resting on the nightstand. The cap clicked open with a small snap, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and she squeezed a generous dollop onto her fingers. The gel was cool against her heated skin, its faint chemical scent mingling with the room’s heavier aromas. She rubbed it between her fingertips, warming it slightly, then leaned forward, her breath catching as she traced the rim of Ai’s ass with a tentative touch.

Ai shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips, her pussy clenching around Hayao again. He groaned in response, his hips rocking gently, maintaining a slow, teasing rhythm as he watched Nanako work. “Go on,” he urged, his voice a gravelly whisper. “She’s waiting.”

Nanako took a steadying breath and pressed a single finger against Ai’s tight hole, the lube easing her entry as she slid inside. Ai’s moan was immediate, loud, and unrestrained, her body trembling as the sensation of fullness returned. Her ass gripped Nanako’s finger, warm and slick, while her pussy tightened further around Hayao, drawing another low growl from his throat.

“Goddamn,” Hayao muttered, his hands sliding up Ai’s sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “You’re perfect like this, Ai. So fucking tight.” He thrust deeper, his cock plunging into her with a wet, rhythmic slap, the sound blending with Ai’s cries and the creak of the bed.

Nanako’s finger moved slowly at first, testing, exploring, and feeling the way Ai’s muscles adjusted to her presence. Then, at Hayao’s silent nod, she added a second finger, stretching Ai further. The lube made it smooth, effortless, and Ai’s reaction was electric—her back arched sharply, her head tilting back against the pillow, her silver twintails spilling over the edge of the bed like a shimmering cascade.

“Yes… oh, yes,” Ai gasped, her voice breaking, her hands clawing at the sheets. “More… please, more…”

Hayao chuckled, a dark, throaty sound, his thrusts picking up speed. “You heard her, Nanako. Give her what she wants.” His hands roamed higher, cupping the slender girl’s breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. The added stimulation made Ai writhe, her body caught in a maelstrom of pleasure, every nerve alight with sensation.

Nanako obeyed, her fingers plunging deeper, matching Hayao’s rhythm as best she could. The heat of Ai’s ass enveloped her, the tightness both foreign and intoxicating. She could feel Ai’s muscles clenching, pulsing, and it sent a shiver of arousal through her own body. Her free hand hesitated, then slid around Ai’s waist, finding her clit—a small, swollen bud slick with her juices. She rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, and Ai’s cries escalated, her body bucking wildly between them.

The room seemed to shrink, the world narrowing to the three of them—the creak of the bed, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the mingled scents of sweat and lube and sex. The mirror caught it all, reflecting Hayao’s powerful thrusts, Ai’s writhing form, Nanako’s flushed, focused expression. Shadows danced across the walls, the neon bulb flickering faintly, casting an eerie glow over their tangled bodies.

Hayao’s breathing grew ragged, his control fraying as Ai’s pussy gripped him tighter with each thrust. “Fuck, I can feel you through her,” he growled, his eyes locking with Nanako’s for a brief, electric moment. “Keep going.”

Nanako nodded mutely, her fingers working faster, her other hand pressing harder against Ai’s clit. Ai was beyond words now, her moans dissolving into a continuous, keening wail, her body trembling on the edge of oblivion. Hayao matched Nanako’s pace, his cock slamming into Ai with relentless force, his balls slapping against her with each thrust, the sensation pushing him closer to his own release.

“Cum for me, Ai,” Hayao commanded, his voice a harsh, desperate edge. “Let me feel it.”

Ai’s body obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her with devastating force. She screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed off the walls, her pussy and ass clenching so hard that Hayao and Nanako could feel every pulse. Her juices flooded over Hayao’s cock, hot and slick, and the tightness drove him over the edge. He roared, his hips jerking as he spilled deep inside her, his cock pulsing with each thick spurt, filling her until it leaked out around him, staining the sheets.

Nanako watched, her fingers still buried in Ai’s ass, her own body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and unspent desire. As Ai’s climax faded, she slowly withdrew her fingers, the slick sound of their exit barely audible over the heavy breathing that filled the room. She sat back, her hands resting on her thighs, her blouse clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, her dark eyes wide and unfocused.

Hayao pulled out of Ai with a wet, reluctant sound, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, but his gaze quickly shifted to Nanako. 

“You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice hoarse but firm, a glint of renewed hunger in his eyes.

Nanako’s heart skipped, her body aching with need despite the fatigue creeping into her limbs. “W-what?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hayao sat up, his movements slow but deliberate, his cock already twitching back to life. “Your ass, Nanako. I want it.”

Her breath caught, a mix of fear and anticipation flooding her system. She glanced at Ai, who lay sprawled across the bed, her gray eyes hazy but curious, her lips curving into a faint, encouraging smile. Nanako swallowed and nodded, reaching for the lube once more. Her hands shook as she coated her fingers, then reached behind herself, preparing her own ass with careful, deliberate strokes. The cool gel contrasted sharply with the heat of her skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

Hayao watched, his cock hardening fully at the sight, his hands guiding her into position. She knelt on all fours, her body trembling as he moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He pressed the tip of his cock against her ass, the lube easing his entry as he pushed forward slowly, giving her time to adjust.

Nanako gasped, the sensation overwhelming—fuller, tighter than she’d expected, but not painful. Hayao groaned, the heat and grip of her ass driving him wild, and he began to thrust, slow at first, then faster, his hands pulling her back to meet him.

Ai shifted, propping herself up on her elbows, her fingers trailing lazily over her own body as she watched. She leaned forward, kissing Nanako’s shoulder, her hands roaming over her breasts, squeezing gently, adding layers of sensation to the already intense experience.

The bed creaked louder now, the rhythm of Hayao’s thrusts shaking the frame, the sheets bunching further beneath them. The room grew hotter, the air thicker, the scents and sounds blending into a heady symphony—Nanako’s moans, Hayao’s grunts, Ai’s soft encouragements. The mirror reflected it all, a kaleidoscope of movement and shadow, the neon light flickering like a dying star.

Hayao’s pace quickened, his control slipping, his hands gripping Nanako’s hips so tightly she’d bruise. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his voice raw, his cock plunging deeper with each thrust.

Nanako’s body rocked with him, her own pleasure building, a coil tightening in her core. Ai’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in time with Hayao’s movements, and the dual assault pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her ass clenching around Hayao, her pussy pulsing with an orgasm that left her trembling.

"Side by side, on all fours," the young boy said, his voice low and firm.

The girls exchanged a quick glance, a mix of nervousness and excitement flickering in their eyes. Ai moves first, her silver twintails swaying as she adopts the position. Her small frame settled, hands pressing into the rumpled sheets, knees sinking slightly as she arched her back. Nanako follows, her short dark hair falling around her flushed face, her movements slower but deliberate. She positioned herself beside Ai, their bodies close but not touching, the heat between them nonetheless palpable.

The bed creaks softly as they adjust, their hands splayed for balance, knees spreading slightly to hold the pose. Hayao watches intently, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he steps closer, his dominance filling the room.

Ai looks back at him, her gray eyes shimmering with anticipation, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly as she braced herself. Beside her, Nanako bit her lower lip with impatience.

Their knees digging into the mattress, the two girls, side by side, looked vulnerable and exposed, their rounded hips raised, their hands clutching fistfuls of the damp sheets. Ai’s silver twintails swayed with each tremble of her body, her pale skin flushed pink, her small breasts dangling beneath her. Nanako’s short dark hair, her fuller curves quivering, her face a mask of conflicted emotion—pleasure warring with something darker.

To the young man, they made a fine pair of sex toys.

Hayao’s hands moved with purpose, slicking the thick dildo with a glistening coat of lube that dripped onto the sheets below. He stepped closer, the air crackling with tension, and positioned himself behind Ai. With a slow, deliberate push, he pressed the dildo against her tight butthole, the tip parting her flesh and invading her body. Ai’s body jolted, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as the toy stretched her, inching deeper with a wet, slick sound. Her fingers dug into the mattress, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the sensation bloomed—sharp at first, then melting into a deep, pulsing ache of pleasure. Her ass clenched around the dildo, her hips rocking slightly as she adjusted to its girth.

Simultaneously, Hayao turned to Nanako, his hands gripping her hips with a bruising force. His cock, hard and pulsing, nudged against her slick pussy before he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion. Nanako moaned, low and throaty, her body arching as he filled her, the heat of her inner walls gripping him tightly. Her breasts swayed beneath her, her dark hair swinging wildly as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust driving a wet slap of skin against skin that echoed in the cramped room. The girls, side by side on all fours, rocked in tandem—Ai impaled on the dildo, Nanako on Hayao’s cock—their moans blending into a chaotic harmony.

After a few minutes, Hayao shifted, his movements precise and unrelenting. He slid the dildo from Ai’s butthole with a slick pop, her body shuddering at the sudden void, a thin string of lube trailing from the toy to her skin. Without hesitation, he plunged his cock into her still-gaping asshole, the transition seamless and brutal. Ai screamed, a jagged, piercing sound that bounced off the walls, her voice raw with ecstasy as she cried, “I love you, Hayao! I love you!” Her silver twintails thrashed as her body convulsed, her ass tightening around him, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. Her declaration was a desperate, fervent vow, her devotion spilling out in waves.

Beside her, Nanako’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from the absence of Hayao’s touch. Ai’s words stabbed at her, igniting a fire of jealousy that had smoldered all night. Tears welled in her dark eyes, spilling down her flushed cheeks as she turned her head, her voice breaking with a mix of torment and pleasure. “Hayao… please,” she pleaded, her words trembling, “don’t abandon me. I can’t—don’t leave me behind.” Her jealousy consumed her, raw and jagged, her body quaking as she begged, her vulnerability laid bare on the creaking bed.

Hayao’s gaze flicked to her, a flicker of something—pity, perhaps—crossing his features. “I won’t,” he rasped, his voice rough with exertion, and he withdrew from Ai, his cock slick with her heat. 

He grabbed the dildo, still warm and wet, and pressed it into Nanako’s butthole, forcing it deep as she gasped, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion. Then he thrust his cock back into her pussy, filling her completely, the dual penetration sending her spiraling into a haze of sensation. The cycle repeated—dildo in Ai’s ass, cock in Nanako’s, then switching, then back again—a relentless dance, the girls’ cries growing louder, more desperate, their bodies glistening with sweat under the neon glow.

The room was a cacophony of sound—the wet squelch of lube, the slap of flesh, the creak of the bed, the girls’ mingled moans and sobs. Hayao’s control frayed, his hunger shifting, and after a time, he pulled free of them both, the dildo clattering to the floor. 

“Enough,” he growled, sitting back on his heels, his cock throbbing with need. “Both of you—suck me.” Ai and Nanako scrambled to obey, their bodies sliding off their hands and knees to kneel before him. Ai’s tongue darted out, swirling around the swollen tip with worshipful fervor, while Nanako’s lips wrapped around the shaft, her movements hesitant but eager, desperate to reclaim his attention. Their mouths worked in tandem, saliva dripping down their chins, their breaths hot and ragged as they pleasured him, their rivalry momentarily forgotten in the act.

Hayao groaned, the sensation pushing him closer to the edge, but he wasn’t done. 

“Lie on top of each other,” he ordered, his voice thick with command. The girls moved quickly—Ai on her back, her legs spread wide, Nanako climbing atop her, their bodies pressed flush, a girl sandwich of trembling flesh. Their pussies, wet and glistening, were aligned for him, and Hayao positioned himself between their thighs, thrusting into Ai’s tight heat first, then pulling out to plunge into Nanako’s, alternating with a rhythm that left them gasping. Above, their lips crashed together, tongues tangling in a sloppy, passionate kiss, their hands roaming—Ai squeezing Nanako’s breasts, Nanako pinching Ai’s nipples—as they surrendered to the shared ecstasy.

The pressure built, a tidal wave of need, until Hayao’s control shattered. With a final, shuddering thrust, he pulled out of their heat and ordered the girls to kneel before him. A second later, his cock pulsing as he came, thick ropes of cum splattered across both their faces. Ai’s gray eyes fluttered shut, Nanako’s widened in shock, their skin streaked with his release, dripping down their cheeks and lips. 

“Clean each other,” he said, his voice low and final, and they obeyed, their tongues lapping at the sticky warmth, licking it from each other’s faces in slow, submissive strokes, their breaths mingling in the aftermath.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of their heaving breaths. 

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