Kakashi: Godless Ascension

Chapter 282 - 282: Ch282: Welcome Home

The door to the living room clicked shut behind Aiko, sealing off the warm murmur of female voices, Byakumi's excited descriptions of her Tenseigan, Ameha's dry interjections, the aunties' laughter. In the sudden quiet of the main hall, Samui didn't move from where she stood beside Kakashi.She simply turned, her cool blue eyes now holding a heat that had been banked during the mission and the family reunion.

Without a word, she closed the distance, her movements deliberate. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pushed gently until he sat back on the plush arm of the sofa.

Then she swung one leg over him, settling herself squarely onto his lap, her weight a welcome pressure. She began to move, a slow, sinuous grind of her hips against the growing hardness beneath his clothes, her gaze locked on his eyes.

"I missed you," she repeated, her voice lower now, a husky whisper. "All of you."

She leaned forward, her hands coming up to frame his face. Her breasts, truly magnificent in their fullness and roundness, rivaling even Tsunade's legendary proportions, strained against the fabric of her travel top.

She pressed them against his chest, then shifted, deliberately smothering his face between the soft, heavy mounds. The scent of her skin, clean sweat, and her unique, cool fragrance, filled his senses. Through the thin material, he could feel the stiff peaks of her nipples.

Kakashi's hands came up to grip her waist, his fingers digging in. He smiled against her chest, the expression hidden by fabric and flesh. "Welcome home indeed," his muffled voice was a low rumble of promise.

He didn't stand up. One moment they were on the sofa, the next there was the faintest twist of displaced air, a sensation of falling that never landed. They reappeared in the center of his private bedroom, a vast chamber with minimalist decor dominated by an enormous, low-slung bed.

The teleport was so seamless that Samui's grinding rhythm didn't even hitch.

As their feet touched the thick rug, Kakashi's hands moved. There was no finesse, no patience left. A pulse of his chakra activated the complex sound-dampening seals etched into the walls and floor, plunging them into utter auditory privacy. Another pulse shot the heavy lock on the door home with a definitive *thunk*.

His fingers hooked into the collar of Samui's top and pulled. The sturdy fabric tore like rice paper, parting to reveal the creamy, generous swell of her breasts, the dark pink areolas already pebbled tight.

He shoved the remnants down her arms, trapping them. His own shirt and flak jacket vanished under a similar, ruthless application of force, discarded in shreds.

Samui gasped, not in protest, but in anticipation, her lips parting. She slid off his lap, her knees hitting the rug. Before her, freed from its confines, his cock sprang out, fully erect, thick, long, and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It slapped against her cheek with a soft, wet sound, leaving a streak of moisture.

She didn't hesitate. Her tongue darted out, licking the bead of fluid from the corner of her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Then she leaned in, opening her mouth wide.

She took the head inside, swirling her tongue around the sensitive corona, before sinking down, taking more and more of his length into the wet, welcoming heat of her mouth.

She was skilled, purposeful, her suction strong and rhythmic, one hand coming up to cradle his balls, the other wrapping around the base of his shaft to stroke what she couldn't take.

Kakashi let out a slow, controlled breath, his hands settling on her head, fingers tangling in her neck-length blonde hair. He let her set the pace for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of her cheeks hollowing, the lewd, wet sounds filling the silent room.

But the urgency, the weeks of absence, the raw hunger in her eyes, demanded more.

His grip tightened. "You wanted this," he stated, his voice a gravelly command. "Now take it."

He began to move his hips, slowly at first, fucking her mouth. Samui's eyes fluttered, a moan vibrating around his cock. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, more insistent. He wasn't gentle. He pulled her head forward onto him, burying himself to the hilt in her throat.

She gagged, tears springing to the corners of her eyes, but she didn't pull away. Her hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in, as he set a brutal, piston-like rhythm of face-fucking.

Her eyes rolled back, pure ecstasy and submission warring with the physical strain. Spit dripped from her stretched lips, coating her chin and his pelvis. The sounds were obscene, glorious: the wet slap of skin, the choked gags, Kakashi's low grunts.

After several relentless minutes, he felt the coil in his gut tighten unbearably. With a final, deep snarl, he yanked her head forward, forcing every last inch down her throat, holding her there, nose pressed against his pelvis.

He came, a hot, pulsing flood erupting directly into her esophagus. He held her immobile, making her take it all, feeling her throat convulse around him.

Despite the lack of air, despite being utterly used, Samui's tongue flickered madly against the underside of his shaft, milking him, seeking every drop. When he finally pulled back, his cock sliding out with a slick pop, cum immediately seeped from her swollen, bruised lips, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving chest.

She collapsed forward, hands on the floor, coughing and dragging in huge, ragged gulps of air. But when she looked up, her face was a mess of tears, spit, and his release, and she was smiling, a wide, delirious, utterly satisfied smile. Her body shuddered; she'd climaxed purely from the rough, dominant act of being throat-fucked.

Before she could recover, Kakashi hooked his hands under her arms and hauled her up. He turned her towards the massive bed. "On your hands and knees. Now."

Samui crawled forward, the movement deliberately exaggerated, swaying her thick, voluptuous ass in the air. It was a perfect, round invitation. Kakashi followed, his cock, still slick from her mouth and semi-hard, already thickening again.

He didn't bother with preliminaries. He positioned himself behind her, gripped her hips, and in one powerful thrust, buried himself to the root in her soaking wet pussy.

"Aaaah! K-Kakashi!" Samui cried out, her back arching violently, her head thrown back.

He set a punishing pace from the start, each drive of his hips slamming into her cervix, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing in the sealed room. He fucked her with a possessive, driving intensity, one hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head back, the other hand smacking her ass, leaving red handprints on the pale skin.

She came again quickly, screaming into the bedding, her inner walls clamping around him in rhythmic pulses.

….

As it went on….he flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and plunged back in. This angle was deeper, more intimate, and he moved with slower, grinding thrusts that made her see stars, his mouth descending to suck and bite at her nipples, leaving marks of ownership.

He then lifted her clean off the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, and fucked her standing, her back against the wall. He supported her weight effortlessly, his thrusts powerful and vertical, driving the breath from her lungs with each impact. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back, her cries reduced to broken whimpers.

He carried her to a large, padded armchair in the corner. He sat down, his cock standing straight up. "Ride me. Make yourself come."

Samui, trembling, obeyed. She straddled him, sinking down slowly, taking him all in with a shuddering sigh. Then she began to move, bouncing on his lap, using her strong thighs to drive herself up and down on his thick length.

Kakashi watched, his hands roaming over her body, pinching her nipples, spanking her ass, guiding her rhythm. He leaned forward, capturing her mouth in a deep, biting kiss, tasting himself on her tongue.

"Faster," he growled against her lips.

She obeyed, her movements becoming frantic, chasing her own pleasure. He could feel her tightening around him, hear her breathy moans turning into screams. Just as she was about to tip over the edge, he suddenly stood up, lifting her with him.

He turned and bent her over the back of the chair, entering her from behind again. He fucked her through her orgasm, prolonging it, then chased his own. He pulled out at the last second, painting stripes of hot cum across the small of her back and the full curves of her ass.

….

He gave her no respite. As she slumped over the chair, gasping, her body gleaming with sweat and his release, he ran a hand through the mess on her back, then brought his slick fingers to her asshole, circling the tight hole.

Samui tensed, then moaned, pushing back against his fingers. "Y-yes… there…"

He coated himself with the mixed fluids, positioned the broad head of his cock against her entrance, and with steady, inexorable pressure, pushed inside.

Samui cried out, a sharp sound of pain and overwhelming pleasure. It was a tight, burning stretch, but she was so aroused, so thoroughly opened and used, that it quickly melted into a deep, forbidden fullness.

He started to move, slow, deep strokes, fucking her ass with a focused intensity that was different from the frenzy before. This was about conquest, about claiming every part of her.

He reached around to play with her clit, rubbing rough circles as he pistoned into her rear. She came again, sobbing, her body convulsing around his invading length.

….

At the end, he finally spilled inside her ass, filling the tight channel with his seed. He pulled out, and Samui collapsed, her legs completely giving way.

She slithered off the chair onto the floor, a beautiful, used wreck, cum leaking from her ass and pussy, bite marks and handprints covering her skin, her hair a tangled mess, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

She tried to crawl towards the bed, her limbs trembling uncontrollably. The sight of her, this powerful, cool kunoichi reduced to a quivering, well-fucked mess trying to drag herself to sanctuary, was the most potent aphrodisiac Kakashi had ever seen.

His cock, which had barely softened, hardened to an almost painful degree once more. He strode over to her as she reached the foot of the bed. He didn't help her up.

He simply grabbed her arms, pulled them behind her back, holding both her wrists in one of his large hands, and forced her to lean forward, her cheek pressed against the silken covers. With his other hand, he guided his cock back to her slick, loosened, cum-filled asshole.

He pushed in again, earning a broken, oversensitive wail from Samui. He held her prone position and began to fuck her ass once more, hard and deep, each thrust jolting her entire body forward. He leaned over her, his mouth near her ear.

"You're not done," he rasped, his voice thick with renewed lust. "You came home hungry. I'm just making sure you're… completely full."

And he continued, the bed shaking with the force of his movements, until the only sounds in the sealed room were the wet slap of flesh, Kakashi's guttural groans, and Samui's continuous, shattered, blissful moans.