Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Happy Family Ending

Hayao’s university years had been a whirlwind of reckless passion and unrelenting ambition. By day, he’d navigated lecture halls and exams, but by night, he’d surrendered to the intoxicating pull of the ladies of his family, Yumi and Mai. His sister was a wildfire of a woman—untamed, insatiable, her dark eyes gleaming with every new thrill she chased. His mother carried a quieter intensity, her jaded edges softened by a life where sex had once been a means to an end, not just a playground. 

Yet Hayao had claimed them both, his passion for them unyielding even as he wove a string of fleeting university flings into his life. He’d brought a few of those girls home—wide-eyed coeds who’d stumbled into his world of blurred boundaries—but his heart always circled back to his family.

It was inevitable that his seed would take root. First came Mai’s pregnancy, her ultrasound revealing a girl, a tiny heartbeat pulsing beneath her skin. Then Yumi followed, her own belly swelling with another daughter. Two girls, born of two women who’d shaped him, their futures entwined with his from the moment they drew breath. Rinka and Marie had grown up in a house where love wore strange masks, where desire flowed freely, and where the stopwatch—a relic of inexplicable power—cast its silent, shimmering shadow over them all.

Now, years later, the family stood at a crossroads. Rinka, her dark twintails framing a face both innocent and daring, had brought home Shimon, her high school boyfriend. He was lean and eager, his eyes alight with the same curiosity that had once drawn Hayao into this life. Rinka’s sister Marie, her waist-length dark hair a curtain around her slender frame, lingered on the edges, naked and restless, her voice sharp with unease.

“This family is insane,” Marie muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she perched on a chair in the corner of the dimly lit room. “Your stupid boyfriend is insane.” 

The air was heavy, charged with anticipation, the faint ticking of the stopwatch on the nightstand a reminder of the magic that had guided them here.

Hayao smirked, his gaze flicking to her. “You’re part of it, Marie. Don’t act like you’re above this.”

She scowled but didn’t reply, her eyes darting to the bed where Rinka lay, her body bare and trembling. Shimon knelt beside her, his hands tentative as they skimmed her thighs. Hayao stood at the foot of the bed, his presence commanding, his arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. This was no ordinary night—it was a rite, a culmination of years spent pushing boundaries, testing limits, and surrendering to the pull of their desires.

“Shimon,” Hayao said, his voice low and steady, “you ready to give her what she wants?”

Shimon nodded, his breath hitching as he positioned himself between Rinka’s legs. 

Rinka looked at him, then at Hayao, her voice small but resolute. “Daddy… I trust you.”

Hayao’s chest tightened, a rush of pride and lust flooding through him. “Good girl,” he murmured, stepping closer. He’d prepared her carefully, his fingers slick with lube as he’d worked her open, easing her into what was to come. Rinka’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body yielding to his touch, and now she was ready—ready for him, for Shimon, for the moment that would bind them all.

Shimon entered her first, slow and deliberate, his cock sliding into her with a groan that echoed in the quiet room. Rinka’s back arched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she adjusted to him. But Hayao wasn’t content to watch—not tonight. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind her, his hands firm on her hips.

“Relax, Rinka,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Daddy’s got you.”

She nodded, her twintails swaying as she braced herself. Hayao pressed against her back entrance, the tight ring of muscle resisting for only a moment before giving way. He moved carefully, inching into her, the heat of her body enveloping him as he filled her ass. The beautiful young girl cried out, her voice a raw mix of pain and pleasure, but she didn’t pull away.

When Hayao was fully inside, he locked eyes with Shimon over her shoulder. A silent agreement passed between them, a rhythm born of instinct. They began to move together, their thrusts synchronized, driving into the small girl from both sides. Her moans grew louder, her body shuddering between them as they pleasured her, stretching her to her limits.

Marie watched from the sidelines, her breath quickening despite her protests. The scene was hypnotic—the tangle of limbs, the sheen of sweat on Rinka’s skin, the way Hayao’s hands gripped her hips with possessive care. It was depraved, yes, but it was theirs, a tapestry woven from years of unspoken rules and unrelenting want.

Hayao’s gaze shifted to Marie, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Come here, Marie,” he called, his voice rough with need. “Come to Daddy.”

Marie froze, her heart pounding. She wanted to refuse, to cling to her indignation, but his tone brooked no argument. Slowly, she rose, her naked body trembling as she crossed the room. Hayao reached for her, pulling her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was all hunger and heat. She melted into it, her resistance crumbling as his tongue claimed her mouth.

Beneath them, Rinka’s cries peaked, her body clenching around Hayao and Shimon as she neared her climax. Hayao felt it too—the tightening of her ass, the way her breath stuttered—and it pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he spilled into her, his seed hot and thick as it flooded her depths. Rinka followed, her orgasm tearing through her, her body shaking as she screamed their names. Shimon came last, his thrusts faltering as he filled her from the front, his own release mingling with hers.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of their ragged breathing. Hayao pulled out slowly, collapsing beside Rinka on the bed, his chest heaving. Shimon mirrored him, his body slick with sweat as he caught his breath. Rinka lay between them, her eyes glassy, her twintails splayed across the pillow.

But Hayao wasn’t finished. A dark laugh rumbled from his chest as he propped himself up, his hand trailing down Rinka’s side. “Think you can handle more, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone teasing, dangerous.

Rinka blinked, her mind still hazy. “More?”

He grinned, his fingers brushing over her ass. “Double anal. Let’s really stretch you out, break you in right.”

Marie stiffened in his arms, her voice trembling. “Daddy, no—that’s too much for her. Please...”

Rinka’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear mixing with the lingering heat of her arousal. She glanced at Shimon, who looked equally uncertain, but there was a spark of intrigue there too. “I… I don’t know,” she whispered.

Hayao’s laugh deepened, his hand firm on her hip. “Oh, you can do it. You’re Daddy’s girl, aren’t you?”

The words hung heavy in the air, a challenge wrapped in affection. Rinka trembled, her body still sensitive, but she couldn’t defy him—not when his voice held that edge, not when the stopwatch’s magic pulsed faintly in the background, urging them forward. Marie shook her head, her grip tightening on Hayao’s arm, but she too was powerless against the pull of their strange, tangled world.

And so, as the night stretched on, they prepared for the next act—Shimon and Hayao aligning themselves once more, Rinka’s breath caught as she braced for the impossible. Over it all, the stopwatch ticked, its magic a silent thread weaving their fates together, binding them in a love too fierce, too dark, to ever be undone.

***

The bedroom was a haze of heat and heavy breathing, the air saturated with the raw energy of their tangled bodies. Rinka lay across the bed, her slender frame quivering, her dark twintails fanning out like ink against the sheets. Hayao and Shimon were deep inside her, their cocks stretching her ass in a relentless double invasion that had pushed her to the edge of sensation. The intensity was palpable, every movement a jolt through her overwhelmed body.

Shimon’s rhythm faltered first, his eighteen-year-old’s stamina tested beyond its limit. With a guttural groan, he thrust once more, his cock pulsing as he came again, his release flooding into Rinka’s ass alongside Hayao’s. The combined heat and pressure sent a shiver through Rinka, her head lolling back as she surrendered to the tidal wave of pleasure and exhaustion, her consciousness slipping into a dazed blur.

Hayao, still hard and unyielding, felt Shimon’s weakening grip on the moment. He smirked, a glint of mockery in his eyes as he shifted slightly, Shimon's spent cock brushing against his own. 

“What’s this, Shimon? Done already?” he said, his voice a low, teasing drawl. “I expected more from you—thought you’d keep up.”

Shimon, chest heaving, could barely muster a response. “I… I can’t… It’s too much, sir,” he gasped, his voice ragged, his body slumping as he pulled out, leaving a trail of slickness behind. He collapsed to the side, his body trembling from the exertion, sweat beading on his forehead.

Hayao let out a derisive chuckle, withdrawing slowly from Rinka, his cock glistening with the evidence of their union. 

“No stamina at all,” he muttered, shaking his head as if mildly disappointed. “Kids these days.” His gaze shifted, landing on Marie, who sat at the edge of the bed, her waist-length dark hair spilling over her shoulders, framing her naked form. Her eyes held a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement as she watched the scene unfold.

“Marie,” Hayao called, his tone shifting to one of command, “come here.” There was no question in his voice, only expectation. Marie hesitated for a heartbeat, then obeyed, crawling closer, her movements tentative but deliberate. Her bare skin glowed faintly in the dim light, her breath hitching as she met Hayao’s intense stare.

He reached for a bottle of lubricant on the nightstand, the cap clicking open with a sharp sound that cut through the room’s stillness. “Turn around,” he instructed, and Marie complied, positioning herself on her knees, her ass presented to him. Her body tensed instinctively as Hayao poured a generous stream of the cool liquid onto his fingers, the scent of it mingling with the musk already permeating the air.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice softening just enough to coax her as his free hand traced soothing circles on her lower back. His slick fingers pressed against her tight entrance, working the lube in with a careful, deliberate touch. Marie gasped, the sensation foreign and sharp, her muscles clenching against the intrusion. Hayao’s movements were patient but firm, easing one finger inside, then another, stretching her slowly as she adjusted. Her soft moans filled the space, a blend of discomfort and a budding heat that spread through her core.

When he was satisfied with her readiness, Hayao withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the sheet before aligning himself behind her. His cock, still rigid and slick from Rinka, pressed against Marie’s prepared hole. He pushed forward, slow and steady, the tip breaching her with a resistance that made her cry out. “Daddy, it hurts!” she whimpered, her voice trembling, her hands clutching the sheets.

“Breathe, Marie,” Hayao soothed, pausing to let her acclimate, his hands steady on her hips. “You’ll feel it soon—just let it happen.” He resumed, inching deeper, her tightness enveloping him as her pained cries softened into something else, something raw and needy. The shift was gradual, her body yielding as pleasure overtook the sting, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

Hayao began to thrust, his pace building from cautious to insistent, each movement driving deeper into Marie’s ass. Her screams erupted, a wild, unrestrained sound that echoed off the walls—pain and ecstasy woven together in a melody that Hayao found intoxicating. 

“That’s it,” he growled, his grip tightening, “sing for me.” Her cries were sweet music to his ears, fueling his rhythm as he rutted into her, lost in the primal connection of their bodies.

Across the bed, Rinka stirred, her senses slowly clawing back from the fog of overstimulation. Her dark eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of Hayao and Marie locked in their fierce dance. A faint, dazed smile curved her lips as she dragged herself closer, her body still heavy with the aftershocks of her own ordeal. 

“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice a soft thread of sound as she reached him, wrapping her arms around his broad back. Her breasts pressed against him, warm and grounding, her touch a tender counterpoint to the ferocity of his thrusts.

Hayao turned his head, meeting his other daughter’s lips in a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling even as he continued to drive into Marie. The three of them were bound in that moment, a chaotic harmony of flesh and feeling. Marie’s screams peaked, her body shuddering as an orgasm ripped through her, her ass clenching around Hayao in a vise-like grip that pushed him over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he came, spilling into her with a force that left him trembling.

Rinka tightened her embrace, her breath warm against his neck. “I love you, Daddy,” she murmured, her words slurred with exhaustion and adoration. Hayao slowed, pulling out of Marie with care, his chest heaving as he turned to gather Rinka into his arms. “Love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his voice rough but sincere.

The patriarch of the family, Hayao, his dark eyes glinting, gave Rinka’s boyfriend a snake’s grin. “Shimon, here’s the deal,” he said, his voice smooth but edged with authority. “Get it hard, help me double up on Marie’s ass, and I’ll let you have your fun with Yumi. It’s only fair and right that they get the same treatment. Got to love equally.” His lips twitched into a smirk, the memory of his past actions unspoken but heavy in the room.

Shimon felt his heart lurch. Yumi—Marie’s mother—was his secret obsession, her mature beauty a constant flicker in his mind. At the promise of her, his eagerness surged, though his body lagged behind, nerves tangling with desire. He glanced at the girl, who stood near the bed, her slender frame tense. Marie’s wide eyes betrayed her fear, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she processed Hayao’s words. She didn’t speak, but her clenched fists told a story of reluctance.

Rinka, perched on the edge of the bed, smirked at Marie. Barely eighteen, she carried herself with a bold edge, her lips curling as if she knew something Marie didn’t. After all, she was a daughter of this twisted family, and the smirk masked a flicker of her own complex feelings—amusement, perhaps, or a touch of envy.

“Rinka, baby,” he said, his voice low and urgent, “help me out.” Rinka raised an eyebrow but complied, sliding to her knees before him. Her hands were quick, unfastening his pants with a practiced ease, and soon her mouth enveloped him. The wet, rhythmic sound of her efforts filled the silence as Shimon closed his eyes, summoning images of Yumi—her full hips, her teasing laugh, the way her hair fell across her shoulders. The fantasy ignited him, his cock stiffening under Rinka’s ministrations until it stood rigid, pulsing with need.

Hayao clapped, a sharp sound that broke the tension. “Well done, Shimon,” he said, his tone warm with approval. “You’ve earned your a fuck with Yumi.”

Rinka pulled back, her lips glistening, but her eyes darkened with conflict. She’d gotten Shimon hard, yes, but the realization that her own boyfriend’s arousal stemmed from another woman—her role reduced to a tool—left a bitter sting. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood, her gaze flickering to Marie.

Marie’s heart thundered as Hayao approached, his hands clamping onto her shoulders with a grip like iron. She twisted against him, her voice rising in a panicked cry. “No, wait—I can’t do this! It’s too much!” Her body thrashed, her arms flailing as she tried to pull away, her bare feet slipping against the floor. 

Hayao’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he forced her toward the bed. “Enough, Marie,” he snapped, his voice a whipcrack of authority. “You’re doing this. Stop fighting.” He shoved her down onto the mattress, her body landing on her stomach with a muffled thud. Her hips were yanked upward, her knees forced apart as he positioned her, the cool air biting at her exposed skin. She kicked out, her legs thrashing wildly. “No, please—stop! I’m not ready!” she screamed, her voice raw and ragged, her hands clawing at the sheets in a frantic bid to crawl away.

“Hold her,” Hayao barked at Shimon, his tone brooking no dissent. Shimon moved swiftly, his hands clamping onto Marie’s wrists and pinning them to the bed. She bucked beneath him, her cries escalating into a piercing wail. “Let me go! I can’t take both of you—please, no!” Her protests were a torrent, her body a live wire of resistance, but Hayao’s hands on her hips were unrelenting, forcing her into submission.

Hayao slicked his cock with lubricant, the motion clinical and deliberate, then pressed its thick head against her tight, unyielding entrance. “You’ll take it,” he growled, his voice low and menacing as he began to push. The stretch was immediate and brutal, tearing a guttural scream from Marie’s throat. “No! It hurts—stop it!” she sobbed, her body jerking violently, her legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to dislodge him. But Hayao was merciless, his hands anchoring her as he forced himself deeper, inch by agonizing inch.

Shimon, emboldened by Hayao’s lead, let go of a defeated Marie and lay down on the bed. Hayao temporarily pulled out of his daughter and positioned her over the young boy. Shimon aligned his own cock beside Hayao’s, his breath catching with a mix of arousal and ruthlessness. They sandwiched the poor girl between them. Together, they thrust forward, the double anal penetration a violation that ripped a bloodcurdling scream from Marie. 

“Stop! I can’t—I’ll break!” she shrieked, her voice shattering into sobs, her body convulsing under the unbearable fullness. Her hands twisted in Shimon’s grip, her nails digging into his skin as she fought to free herself, her pleas a litany of anguish. “Please, no more—I’m begging you!”

The sensation was overwhelming—Hayao and Shimon groaned in unison, their cocks grinding together inside her, the friction a white-hot blaze. Marie’s screams filled the room, a symphony of pain and defiance, but her body betrayed her, her hips twitching faintly as the initial shock gave way to a reluctant rhythm. Hayao’s hands bruised her hips, his thrusts deep and punishing, while Shimon matched him, his grip on her wrists ironclad. “You’re ours,” Hayao snarled, his voice a guttural roar. “Take it, Marie—fucking take it if you want love from your Daddy.”

Rinka, drawn by the raw intensity, stepped forward, her movements fluid and deliberate. She knelt beside Marie, her hands seizing her sister’s face and forcing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Marie’s screams muffled against Rinka’s mouth, her cries swallowed as their tongues clashed in a fierce, possessive dance. Rinka’s fingers dug into her sister’s cheeks, holding her still as the kiss deepened, a tether to ground her amidst the storm. Marie’s struggles softened, her sobs fading into ragged moans, her body yielding to the relentless assault.

Hayao and Shimon’s pace grew savage, their breaths labored, their control fraying. The young boy’s mind clung to Yumi, her image a beacon that drove him harder, while Hayao’s dominance fueled his every thrust. With a final, brutal surge, they climaxed together, their hot releases flooding Marie’s ass in a torrent that left her trembling and broken. Her scream dissolved into a whimper as they withdrew, her body collapsing onto the bed, slick with sweat and quivering with exhaustion.

Rinka lingered, her fingers threading gently through Marie’s hair, a stark contrast to the violence of moments before. “You survived,” she murmured, her voice sarcastic. Shimon slumped back, his chest heaving, while Hayao wiped a hand across his brow, a satisfied smirk curling his lips.

The door creaked open, and Yumi stepped into the room, her presence a quiet thunderclap. She was a vision of elegant grace—tall, her curves softened by time, her eyes sharp with a wisdom that took in the wreckage without flinching. Her gaze settled on the young man, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. 

Hayao looked up, his voice rough with exertion. “Great timing… was about to call you. Looks like Shimon’s earned his prize, I’d say. The kid helped break in our girls.”

Yumi’s eyes gleamed, her tone a velvet promise. “Oh, I think he has. Oh my! She really does look broken in,” she replied, the words sultry and seductive. The room stilled, the air thick with the aftermath—and the whisper of what was yet to come.

The End 

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