Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.4 Home Loving (C)

“Fuck, Yumi,” he groaned, his voice raw with hunger as he spread her thighs wider, her wetness catching the light. “You’re so fucking gorgeous—every inch of you drives me insane.”

Yumi bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck as she gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. “Then take me, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a desperate edge. “I need you—right here, right now.”

The young boy didn’t waste a second, taking off his clothes as quickly as he could. He positioned himself at her entrance, the swollen tip brushing against her slick folds, teasing them both with the barest contact. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid into her pussy, her tight heat swallowing him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed.

Yumi gasped, her back arching off the couch as he filled her, her walls gripping him like a glove. “Oh, God, Hayao,” she moaned, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she clung to him. “You’re so big—it’s perfect.”

He rocked his hips a few times, each thrust coating his cock in her slick arousal, the wet sounds of their bodies mingling with her soft whimpers. But this wasn’t his endgame—not today. After a handful of strokes, he pulled out abruptly, his shaft glistening with her juices, and Yumi’s eyes fluttered open in confusion.

“Hayao, what—” she began, but her words cut off as he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach with a rough tug. She yelped, her hands scrabbling at the cushions as he positioned himself behind her, spreading her cheeks with a firm grip. The head of his cock pressed against her tight asshole, slick from her pussy juice that dribbled down.

“Hold on,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I want you here.”

Yumi’s breath hitched, a flicker of nervous excitement in her eyes as she glanced back at him. “Wait, be—” she started, but before she could finish, Hayao thrust forward, forcing his cock into her ass with a single, brutal push. Her eyes widened, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as the tight ring of muscle stretched around him, yielding under the pressure.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her body jolting forward, fingers clawing at the couch as pain flared through her. It was intense, overwhelming, a burning ache that made her tremble—but beneath it, a dark thrill pulsed, the sensation of being claimed so completely igniting something wild in her core.

Hayao groaned, the vice-like grip of her ass around him nearly undoing him on the spot. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” he rasped, his hands soothing her hips as he held still, giving her a moment to adjust. “You’re taking me so well, Yumi.”

She whimpered, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as the pain began to dull, replaced by a strange, intoxicating fullness. “It’s so much,” she murmured, her voice shaky but laced with awe. 

“So tight,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the nape of her neck, his lips brushing her sweat-damp skin. “You feel so good.”

She nodded faintly, her body softening beneath him, and Hayao started to move—slowly at first, each thrust drawing a soft moan from her lips as she adjusted to the intrusion. The room filled with the raw sounds of their coupling—the slick friction of his cock in her ass, the creak of the couch beneath their weight, their mingled gasps weaving a tapestry of desire.

As he built a rhythm, Yumi’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking back to meet him, chasing the pleasure threading through the ache. 

“You’re incredible,” she panted, her voice breaking as he drove deeper. “No one’s ever fucked me like this—no one’s ever owned me like you do.”

Her words sparked something primal in him, a possessive heat flaring in his chest. 

He slowed his thrusts, just enough to lean closer, his breath hot against her ear. “How many men, Yumi?” he demanded, his tone sharp with jealousy. “Tell me.”

She hesitated, then flashed a sly, defiant grin over her shoulder. “Lost count,” she confessed, her voice teasing yet raw. “Daichi was soft—too careful, like I’d break. Hiroshi went forever, all power, no finesse. Kaito was slow, whispering filthy things while he touched me like I was his masterpiece.”

Each name fueled the fire in him, his grip tightening on her hips as a dark edge crept into his desire. “But none of them took you here,” he growled, slamming into her ass harder, his cock plunging deep. “Did they?”

Yumi’s eyes widened again, a gasp escaping as the force sent a jolt through her. “No,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with the intensity. “You’re the only one, Hayao. The only one who’s ever fucked my ass.”

The admission hit him like a drug, a surge of triumph and ownership flooding his veins. “That’s right,” he snarled, his thrusts turning fierce, relentless, marking her as his. “This is mine—only mine.”

“Yes,” she cried, her body shuddering as she leaned into his aggression, her ass clenching around him. “I’m yours, Hayao—your filthy little whore.”

Her words shattered his restraint, a guttural growl rumbling from his chest as he unleashed himself fully. He pounded into her, his cock striking deep, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. 

“You love it, don’t you?” he rasped, sweat beading on his brow as the couch groaned beneath them. “Love being my slut?”

“Yes!” she screamed, her head thrown back, pigtails splaying across the cushions. “I’m your dirty slut—your desperate little fucktoy!”

Their pace quickened, frantic and unyielding, the couch protesting with every move as they hurtled toward release. The pressure built in his core, a tight coil ready to snap. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his rhythm stuttering as he teetered on the brink.

“Me too,” she gasped, her ass tightening around him, drawing him deeper as she trembled. “Cum with me—fill me up and say my name.”

With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he erupted. “Yumi!” he roared, his voice reverberating through the room as he spilled into her, his body shaking with the force of his climax, wave after wave crashing over him.

Her orgasm struck in sync, her body convulsing as she screamed, “Hayao!” Her thighs quaked, her fingers digging into the cushions as she rode out the storm, lost in the overwhelming rush.

They collapsed together, a sweaty, breathless heap, their chests heaving as they clung to one another. The air hung heavy with the scent of sex, their ragged breaths the only sound in the stillness. Hayao’s arms encircled her, pulling her close, their slick skin pressed tight as their heartbeats slowed. In the quiet aftermath, their connection thrummed—a fierce, unspoken bond sealed in the heat of the morning.

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