Chapter 208: Konan [8] 18+

**Chapter 208**

Kael hooked one of Konan’s legs and pulled it back high, forcing her to balance on the other foot. She leaned forward, left hand braced on her bent knee, while he kept her right leg locked behind her. His arm stayed tight around her waist as he thrust up into her from behind. The angle was sharp and deep. Every stroke dragged along places that made her thighs shake.

“Ah… Naruto… wait… this position—”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He rolled his hips slowly at first, then began to pick up speed. The wet sound of their bodies filled the quiet house. Soft, rhythmic moans spilled out of her with every impact.

“Ahh… ahh… it’s so deep like this…”

Kael tightened his arm and fucked her harder. Konan’s free hand clutched his shoulder. Her blue hair swung with every thrust. She tried to keep her voice down, but broken sounds kept punching out of her—ah… nngh… ah—until she stopped trying.

He reached into his pocket without pulling out and drew the black marker again. Konan felt the cool tip touch the outer curve of her breast.

“What are you—”

“Marking what’s mine.”

He wrote across the soft flesh in bold strokes while still thrusting: Property of Naruto. On the other breast he added Use Me. Konan moaned louder at the dual sensation—the stretch of his cock and the permanent claim being inked into her skin. He moved lower, scrawling Breeding Bitch across her belly in large letters that dipped toward her navel. Every time she looked down she would see it.

When he reached the sensitive skin just above her pussy he slowed his hips enough to write carefully, the letters dark and clear right at the place where they joined:

Cum Dumpster

The words sat there like a brand. Something dark and satisfied settled in Kael’s chest. He capped the marker, tossed it aside, and gripped her raised leg tighter.

“Read it later,” he muttered against her ear. “Every time you look in a mirror you’ll remember who filled you.”

He drove into her harder. The wet slap of skin grew louder. Konan’s supporting leg trembled. Every thrust forced another helpless moan from her lips.

“Naruto… ah… the writing… it feels so—”

“Dirty? Permanent?” He kissed the side of her neck, then bit down. “Good. That’s the point.”

When her balance started to fail he lifted her completely off the ground by the hips, spreading her open so she was suspended against him. Her back pressed to his chest. One arm hooked over his shoulder; the other clutched his forearm. The new position left her completely at his mercy—legs spread wide, body held up only by his strength, cock buried to the hilt. The fresh marker ink on her breasts and belly smeared slightly against his arms.

“Look,” he murmured, turning them toward the mirror. “Watch.”

Konan’s eyes met her reflection. The sight of herself—flushed, open, skewered on him, dirty words written across her skin—tore a louder moan from her throat. Kael began bouncing her on his cock, using his arms to control the depth. Each time he let her sink all the way down a broken “ahh” left her. The wet schlick of her pussy taking him over and over filled the room.

“Naruto… ah… it’s too much… I can see everything… the words…”

“Good. Keep watching. Watch how well my cum dumpster takes me.”

Her protests dissolved into continuous soft cries. The mirror showed every detail: the stretch of her around him, the bounce of her marked breasts, the dazed pleasure rewriting her expression. Kael fucked her like that until her head tipped back against his shoulder and her tongue slipped out without her noticing—pink, wet, hanging as the intensity stripped away the last of her composure. The ahegao look only made him thrust harder.

He carried her the short distance to the wall and pressed her against it. One leg stayed planted; the other he hooked high over his arm. His free hand braced on her lower back, fingers overlapping the writing on her ass. The standing position let him drive into her with short, powerful snaps of his hips. Konan’s hands pressed flat against the wall. Every thrust forced a louder moan out of her.

“Ah—! Ah—! Naruto… right there… don’t stop—”

“Not stopping.” His voice was strained. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m… ah… I’m yours—”

“Louder. Tell me what I wrote on you.”

“Cum… ah… cum dumpster… I’m your cum dumpster—”

He slammed into her harder. The wet slap of skin grew louder. Konan’s forehead dropped against the wall. Her tongue was still out, soft broken sounds pouring around it as he used her without restraint. The marker ink on her breasts and belly had begun to smear from sweat and friction; the words remained readable, dark claims on her skin.

Kael lasted longer than he expected. When he finally came it was with a deep, guttural groan. He buried himself to the root and flooded her in thick, heavy pulses, grinding through every spurt while she shook around him. Cum filled her and began to leak out immediately, running down her thighs and over the fresh writing near her pussy. He didn’t pull out. He simply kept moving—slower now, but still deep—fucking his own release back into her while she trembled through the aftershocks.

A soft system window flickered at the edge of his vision.

[Quest 20/100 : Make Konan love you instead of other two ?]

Kael smiled against the back of her neck. He stayed inside her a little longer, arms locked around her waist, until her breathing began to even out. Only then did he ease free. Konan’s legs nearly gave way; he steadied her, turned her to face him, and kissed her—slow, deep, and thorough. His hand rested possessively over the smeared words on her belly.

The kiss lingered. When he finally pulled back he rested his forehead against hers.