Kakashi: Godless Ascension

Chapter 289 - 289: Ch289: Hanabi

The last of the dinner dishes had been cleared away, the soft murmur of conversation from the children and new guests fading into the comfortable quiet of the Hatake compound.Kakashi stood in the hallway, the warmth of shared food and family settling in his bones. He was about to turn towards the main wing, the familiar pull of his shared chambers with his wives, a pleasant end to the day.

A hand, warm and possessive, slid around his waist from behind. Anko's scent, spicy cinnamon and wild herbs, filled his senses before her lips brushed the shell of his ear.

Her voice was a low, conspiratorial purr, vibrating against his skin. "Hanabi's room. Third door on the left in the guest wing. She's… waiting. And she's nervous. Be good to her, sensei." She punctuated the message with a sharp, playful nip on his earlobe before pulling back.

Kakashi turned, catching her smirk in the dim light. He didn't answer with words. Instead, he cupped her face, tilting it up, and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss that spoke of gratitude, understanding, and a promise for later.

When they parted, Anko's smirk had softened into a genuine smile. She gave him a gentle push. "Go on. Don't keep the Hyuga princess waiting."

He moved down the hall, his footsteps silent on the polished wood. The guest wing was serene, lit by soft, paper-lantern glow. At the third door on the left, he paused.

No sound came from within, but he could feel the concentrated, fluttering energy behind it, a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and fierce determination. He slid the door open without knocking.

The room was bathed in the gentle light of a single lamp, casting everything in warm, intimate shadows. And there, standing in the center of the tatami mat, was Hanabi Hyuga.

She was a vision meticulously crafted for this moment. Her long, dark hair, usually tied severely back, cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. She wore a set of lingerie so dark it was almost black against her pale skin, a delicate concoction of lace and silk that seemed painted onto her form.

It was a two-piece set: a bralette that struggled valiantly to contain the full, heavy swell of her breasts, the lace cutting into the soft flesh, and a matching pair of panties that hugged the pronounced, heart-shaped curve of her hips and the lush roundness of her ass.

A sheer, dark robe was open, hanging from her shoulders, doing nothing to hide the outfit beneath. Her Byakugan was inactive, her lavender eyes wide, luminous, and fixed on him, filled with a shyness that warred with the obvious intent of her attire.

"K-Kakashi," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. She clasped her hands in front of her, a gesture that only served to push her cleavage together further.

He closed the door behind him, the latch clicking softly into place. He didn't speak immediately, letting his single eye travel over her, a slow, appreciative journey that made a blush bloom from her chest all the way to her hairline. He saw the slight tremble in her hands, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

"Hanabi," he said, her name a low rumble. He crossed the room until he stood before her. "You look…" He reached out, not touching her body yet, but taking one of her clenched hands in his. He uncurled her fingers, lacing them with his own. "…stunning."

He raised their joined hands and gently guided her into a slow, graceful spin. The motion made the sheer robe flutter. His gaze followed the line of her spine down to the incredible, thick curve of her backside, perfectly accentuated by the sinful cut of the lace panties.

It was a magnificent, ripe fullness that promised softness and strength. A primal heat, immediate and intense, coiled tight in his gut, and he felt himself harden powerfully against the fabric of his pants.

He stopped her spin, pulling her back against his chest before she could complete the circle. Her back met his front, and he heard her gasp as she felt the rigid evidence of his arousal press into the small of her back through their clothes.

He wrapped his arms around her, one across her collarbone, the other splayed low on her stomach, holding her snugly against him. He dipped his head, nuzzling aside her hair, and pressed his lips to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"Three months," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot. "You've been very patient."

"I-I wanted to be ready," she stammered, leaning her head back against his shoulder, exposing more of her throat to him. Her body was trembling, but she was melting into his embrace.

"You are," he assured her. He turned her in his arms to face him again. This time, he cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. He leaned down, and their lips met.

It started soft, a tentative brush. Hanabi's lips were plush and slightly parted. He took the invitation, deepening the kiss slowly, savoring the taste of her, green tea, and something uniquely sweet.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she opened for him with a tiny sigh. The kiss grew deeper, wetter, more consuming. As their tongues danced, Kakashi willed his own clothes away.

There was no flashy jutsu, just a subtle bending of reality around himself. His shirt, pants, and underwear simply ceased to be, leaving him gloriously, fully naked against her still-clad form.

Hanabi's eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden feel of his bare skin against the lace of her bralette, the heat and hardness of him pressing into her lower belly.

A moan was caught in her throat, swallowed by his kiss. He walked her backward gently until her calves hit the edge of the low, wide bed. He broke the kiss then, both of them breathing heavily.

"Lie back," he instructed, his voice husky.

She obeyed, lowering herself onto the futon. He followed her down, bracing himself on his arms above her. For a long moment, he just looked at her, spread out before him like a feast, her eyes dark with desire and trust. Then he lowered his head, bypassing her lips for the elegant column of her neck.

He began there, with soft, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, down to the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. He felt it hammering against his lips.

He laved the spot with his tongue, then gently sucked, not hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but enough to make her whimper and arch her back off the mattress. His mouth traveled lower, over her collarbone, tracing the lace edge of her bralette.

His teeth caught the thin strap and tugged it down her shoulder, following the path with his lips and tongue. He did the same to the other side, until the flimsy garment was pushed down, trapped under the weight of her breasts, which spilled free with a soft jounce.

He drew back to look at them. They were magnificent, full, heavy globes with large, dusky pink areolas and nipples that were already drawn into tight, pebbled points. A low groan escaped him. "Perfect," he breathed.

He didn't take them in his hands yet. He bent his head and took one rigid peak into his mouth.

Hanabi cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that melted into a continuous, shaky moan. "Ah! K-Kakashi…!"

He swirled his tongue around the taut nub, flicking it rapidly, then sucking it deep, applying a gentle, rhythmic pressure. His free hand came up to cradle the other breast, his thumb mirroring the motions of his tongue on its counterpart.

He lavished attention on one, then the other, alternating between soft sucks and kittenish licks, occasionally grazing them with his teeth just to hear her gasp. Her hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his silver hair, not pushing him away but holding on as if she were adrift in a stormy sea.

Her moans were constant now, a high, breathy melody of "ah… ah… yes… right there…" Her hips began to make small, involuntary circles on the bed.

After he had reduced her to a writhing, pleading mess, his mouth trailed lower. He kissed a wet path down the quivering plane of her abdomen, dipping his tongue into her navel, making her jerk and giggle breathlessly. His hands hooked into the sides of her lace panties.

He looked up, meeting her dazed eyes. She bit her lip and gave a tiny, eager nod. He pulled them down her legs, taking his time, revealing her to him completely.

She was beautifully bare, her folds already glistening with her arousal. He settled between her thighs, spreading them wider with his hands. He didn't dive in immediately.

He kissed the inside of each thigh, first one, then the other, feeling the muscles jump under his lips. He nuzzled the soft, dark triangle of curls, inhaling her musky, sweet scent.

Then, he tasted her.

His first long, flat lick from bottom to top made her entire body bow off the bed. A shattered cry tore from her throat. "OH! GOD!"

He held her hips down gently but firmly, anchoring her as he feasted. He used the broad of his tongue to lap at her, then focused the tip on her clit, circling it with relentless precision.

He alternated patterns, fast circles, slow passes, and gentle suction. He slid one finger, then two, inside her, curling them upward, finding a spongy spot deep within that made her scream. Her moans became incoherent, a stream of fragmented pleas and exclamations. "Please! Don't stop! I'm… I can't… It's too much! Ah! Ah! *AHHHH!*"

Her legs trembled violently. Her hands clutched at the sheets, twisting them. Her back arched so sharply that only her shoulders and heels were on the bed. Kakashi redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in a synchronized rhythm he knew would shatter her. He felt her inner walls begin to flutter wildly around his fingers, a telltale sign.

"Come for me, Hanabi," he growled against her heated flesh, the vibration tipping her over the edge.

Her orgasm hit her like a tsunami. A raw, guttural scream was ripped from her lungs as her body convulsed. Her hips bucked against his mouth uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Kakashi gentled his touch, lapping softly through her climax, drawing out every last shudder and whimper until she collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and gasping, a fine sheen of sweat covering her skin.

He kissed his way back up her body, tasting her on his lips. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with bliss and wonder. "That… that was…"

"Just the beginning," he promised, his voice thick with need. He positioned himself over her, his weight braced on his elbows. The broad, weeping head of his cock nudged against her slick entrance. He saw a flicker of apprehension return to her eyes. He kissed her softly. "Look at me."

She did. Her byakugan eyes locked onto his grey ones.

"It will sting for just a moment," he said, his tone utterly reassuring. "Then it will be only pleasure. Trust me."

She nodded, her hands coming up to grip his biceps. "I trust you."

He pushed forward, slowly, inexorably. He felt the resistance, the tight, virginal barrier. He kept his eyes on hers, watching them widen with a sharp intake of breath. With one last, firm thrust, he was through, burying himself to the hilt inside her.

"Nnngh!" Hanabi's cry was one of brief, sharp pain. Her nails dug into his arms. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye.

He held perfectly still, letting her adjust, swallowing the intense, velvety heat that clenched around him. He kissed away the tear. "Shhh… It's over. The worst is over. Just breathe, my beautiful girl."

She took a shuddering breath, then another. The pained tension in her face gradually eased, replaced by a dawning awareness of the incredible fullness. He was so deep, so thick, stretching her in ways she'd never imagined. The initial sting faded, replaced by a dull, pleasant ache and the returning embers of her desire.

He began to move. Withdrawing almost completely, then sliding back in with agonizing slowness. A low, broken moan spilled from Hanabi's lips, this one pure pleasure. "Oh… oh, that's… it feels…"

"Good?" he prompted, setting a steady, gentle rhythm.

"So good," she gasped. Her hips tentatively rose to meet his next thrust. "So… full."

As he moved within her, he lowered his head again, capturing one of her swollen, sensitive nipples back into his mouth. He suckled gently as he thrust, the dual sensations driving her wild. Her moans became louder, more confident, weaving a tapestry of sound in the quiet room.

"Yes! Kakashi! Right there! Don't stop! Your mouth… and… and there! Ah!"

He fucked her with deep, measured strokes, each one brushing that perfect spot inside her. He teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth, switching between them, while his hands roamed her body, kneading the generous flesh of her ass, gripping her waist, sliding up to cup her face and kiss her deeply, sharing the taste of her own passion.

Hanabi was lost in a world of sensation. The stretch and glide of him inside her, the delicious friction, the expert attention on her breasts, the overwhelming presence of the man she adored moving over her, in her… it was too much and not enough all at once. Her second build-up was faster, fiercer, coiling deep in her belly.

"I… I feel it again…" she panted, her eyes squeezing shut. "It's coming… please…"

"Let it come," he urged, his own control starting to fray at the edges from the sight and sound and feel of her. He increased his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more deliberate, aimed directly at her core. "Come on my cock, Hanabi. Let me feel you."

With a scream that was half-sob, half-triumph, she shattered. Her inner walls clamped down on him in rhythmic, milking pulses, her body seizing in another, even more intense orgasm.

The violent clenching of her channel was his undoing. With a guttural groan, he drove into her one last, deep time and spilled his seed hot and deep within her, his own release roaring through him as he rode out the waves of her climax.

He lay atop her, careful to keep most of his weight on his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck as they both shuddered through the aftershocks. Their ragged breaths mingled in the quiet air.

Slowly, he softened and slipped from her. He rolled to the side, gathering her limp, pliant body against him. She nestled into his chest with a contented sigh, one hand splayed over his heart.

For a long time, they just lay there in the silence, the only sound their slowing breaths. Kakashi stroked her hair, his fingers tracing the lines of her Hyuga seal, which had remained dormant throughout.

"Was it…" Hanabi began softly, hesitantly. "Was it okay? For my first time?"

Kakashi tilted her chin up. Her face was flushed, her lips kiss-swollen, her eyes sleepy and sated. He kissed her forehead. "Hanabi," he said, his voice filled with absolute sincerity. "It was perfect."