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Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2025-04-09 21:06:08 +0000 UTCKushina’s body shuddered, her orgasm slipping away as Travis pulled out of her without warning. Her thighs trembled from the sudden denial, her soaked heat pulsing with frustration.
“Travis…” she whimpered, breathless, her voice laced with need.
He didn’t speak—just turned her around, guiding her to face the balcony railing. The view of the quiet village below, the glowing Hokage statues in the distance, was completely lost on her now. All she could feel was him—his presence, his hands on her waist, the way his eyes roamed over her dripping body like he owned it.
Pah!
The sharp slap to her ass made her gasp, her back arching instinctively. A deep red print bloomed across her skin, her slick folds clenching from the mix of pain and pleasure.
“Beg for it,” Travis growled, his voice low and rough against her ear. “I want to hear it.”
Kushina bit her lip, then looked over her shoulder, flushed and breathless.
“Please,” she said, her voice sultry and unashamed. “I need your cock inside me—now. Make me yours.”
That was all it took.
He grabbed her hip and shoved his length back into her, hard and deep. Her moan split the night air as he bottomed out, her pussy tightening around him like it never wanted to let go.
The sound of skin on skin echoed softly in the open air, their bodies colliding with fierce rhythm. Wet, messy, raw. Her moans spilled out with each thrust, breathy and shameless.
“F-fuck, Travis! Just like that—harder… deeper!”
Her voice cracked with pleasure as his pace grew rougher, his grip on her hips bruising. Every stroke hit deep, making her legs shake and her moans grow louder.
“You feel that?” he grunted, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. “This pussy’s mine.”
She could barely answer, too lost in the overwhelming heat building inside her. Her hands clutched the railing, knuckles white, as the pressure grew and grew—ready to burst.
“Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop!” she cried, her walls fluttering around him. “I’m so close—!”
Her body started to tense—then tremble. Kushina gripped the railing harder as the orgasm tore through her, no longer able to hold back.
“Ahhh—Travis!!” she cried out, her voice raw and high-pitched, completely lost in the wave of pleasure.
Her legs buckled slightly as her release came hard and fast—spraying out in hot, uncontrollable pulses that splattered against the cold tile beneath them. The sound of it—the slick splash of her arousal hitting the floor—mixed with her ragged moans and his heavy breathing, filling the night air like music.
Travis grinned behind her, watching her come undone—shaking, gasping, soaked.
But he wasn’t done.
“Look at this mess,” he muttered with a smirk, gripping her tighter, his cock still buried deep inside her soaked warmth. “You think I’m stopping now?”
Before she could answer, he pulled back and slammed into her again, harder this time—setting a brutal pace that made her scream his name all over again. Her overstimulated body twitched from the aftershocks, but that only made her tighter, wetter—more addictive.
“F-fuck—Travis, I can’t—!” she whimpered, biting her lip, trying not to collapse from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.
“Yes you can,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “You’re gonna take every inch of me, until I say we’re done.”
Her head dropped forward, her whole body giving in as he pounded into her again and again, their skin slapping together, the lewd wet sounds between them louder than ever. His name spilled from her lips like a prayer, broken and breathless, as another orgasm threatened to crash over her without warning.
Absolutely! Here’s a revised version of the scene, keeping the intensity and heat while focusing on the emotional connection, rhythm, and passion:
–Pah Pah Pah Pah—
The sound of their bodies meeting grew louder with each thrust, echoing through the room. Travis’s pace was relentless now, his movements swift and controlled as he drove deeper into her, making her body tremble beneath him.
Kushina’s mind began to spiral, her thoughts lost in the dizzying pleasure of every deep stroke. Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parting as her breath quickened, consumed by the heat of the moment.
A wicked smile tugged at her lips as she arched her back, letting him take full control. Each thrust was a claim, a reminder of the fire burning between them. Her body responded instinctively, tightening around him, squeezing him as he filled her, dominating her entirely.
Travis’s focus shifted—he was close, so close. He quickened his pace even more, feeling the familiar tightening in his core as the tension built.
The balcony was alive with the sounds of them—wet, desperate, raw. He drove himself deeper with every stroke, hitting that spot inside her that made her shudder and moan in pure ecstasy.
Her breath hitched as the pressure grew, her own release inching closer. The moment hit them both simultaneously, her body quaking with a powerful orgasm.
“Ahhh—Travis!” she cried out, her voice broken with pleasure as her walls clenched around him.
The sound of his name, dripping with need, sent him over the edge.
With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, his body stiffening as he let go—his warmth filling her completely. The sensation of their bodies coming together, their orgasms building and spilling over in sync, left them both breathless.
Kushina shuddered, her body still tingling with the aftermath, as her own release mixed with his. She collapsed forward, weak and satisfied, but the burning desire still lingered in her veins.
Travis took a moment to recover, watching her with a smirk that promised more.
"We're not done yet, Kushina," he said, his voice deep and laced with hunger, still hungry for more.
Inside the house, Minato jolted awake, startled by a loud, shameless moan echoing from outside. His eyes scanned the room—empty. Then he looked out the window... and froze.
Kushina was outside, bent over, her body trembling as Travis pounded into her without mercy. Her cries filled the night, desperate and soaked in pleasure.
Minato's heart cracked. Rage surged through him—betrayal so sharp it made his hands shake. He stood up, ready to storm outside. But then he heard her again.
"Ah—Travis, right there, fuck!"
Her voice, soaked in lust, made his anger twist into something darker. Something shameful. He looked down—and his cock was hard. Throbbing.
' What the hell is this?' he thought, frozen, breathing heavy.
But he couldn’t look away.
Her body bounced with each rough thrust, her hair wild, her mouth open, moaning like she never had with him. She looked gorgeous like that—used, messy, glowing with satisfaction. Somehow... it made him fall for her all over again.
Travis knew he was being watched, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked her harder. He owned her in that moment—and he didn’t care who saw.
With a final growl, Travis slammed into her one last time and came deep inside her, holding her close as her legs trembled. Then, without a word, he lifted her up and carried her back toward the house.
Panicking, Minato dove onto the couch and pretended to sleep, heart pounding as they walked past him. Travis made sure her body was hidden from view, shielding her with his own like a possessive animal.
They disappeared into his room. And soon, the moans started again.
Minato sat outside the door, trembling, listening. Every cry from Kushina, every slap of skin, every gasp and whimper sent shivers down his spine. Precum leaked from his cock as he gripped it, breathless.
He stroked himself slowly, shamefully, aching with the twisted pleasure of it all—watching the woman he loved get destroyed by another man... and loving every second of it.
TO BE CONTINUED
