The campfire crackled, casting flickering shadows on the makeshift tent where Takeshi and Anko, still breathless, lay on the blanket. Sweat glistened on their bodies, the air thick with a musky heat. Anko, her black hair tousled, stared at Takeshi with a provocative smile, her brown eyes sparkling with challenge.
"Ready to break, kid?" she murmured, her voice hoarse, her fingers grazing his scarred chest.
Takeshi, a smirk on his lips, sat up, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.
"It's you who'll crack, Anko," he growled, his gaze burning. The tension exploded.
Anko, seeking to regain control, straddled him, her lips brushing his neck, but Takeshi, quicker, grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the blanket.
Hmmm
She moaned, surprised, her eyes widening, a mix of frustration and excitement on her face.
"Let me go, asshole," she hissed, struggling, but Takeshi tightened his grip, his lips capturing hers in a brutal kiss.
He released one wrist, his hand sliding to her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice low, authoritative.
Anko, a rebellious smile on her lips, reluctantly obeyed, her eyes flashing defiance. Takeshi, dominant, guided his hardened member to her lips, and she engulfed it, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeply.
Ahrk ahrk ahrk
Her muffled moans vibrated against him, her eyes tearing under the effort, her expression shifting from defiance to involuntary surrender.
Takeshi groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, controlling the rhythm, his hips moving slowly, then faster.
Anko, despite her desire to dominate, succumbed, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging in without breaking the skin.
He withdrew, his breath ragged, and flipped her roughly, positioning her on all fours. Anko, panting, arched her hips, her round ass offered, but her gaze, turned toward him, remained defiant.
"Think you've won?" she gasped, her lips trembling with excitement. Takeshi smirked, his hands lightly slapping her ass, making her flinch.
"Shut up and take it," he growled, thrusting into her powerfully. Anko cried out, her body tensing, her muscles contracting around him, her face betraying uncontrollable pleasure, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slightly open.
Their doggy style was wild, the slap of their skin echoing in the clearing, mingling with the crackling fire.
Takeshi, dominant, alternated deep and rapid thrusts, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers leaving red marks without breaking the skin.
Anko, shaken, tried to regain control, her hips undulating to impose her rhythm, but Takeshi tightened his grip, one hand sliding to tease her clitoris.
"N… no…"
She gasped, her face contorting, unable to hide the ecstasy overwhelming her, her moans turning into cries.
He flipped her again, pinning her to the blanket in missionary position, her legs spread, her thighs trembling.
Anko, breath short, tried to push him away, her hands scratching his chest, but Takeshi captured her wrists, pinning them above her head.
"You're mine tonight," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. Anko, her face flushed, her lips trembling, growled: "Try me, kid."
But her body betrayed her surrender, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.
Takeshi thrust deeply, his movements precise, each stroke hitting a sensitive spot, making her moan louder.
He released one wrist, his hand sliding to pinch her nipples, alternating softness and pressure, a light BDSM without tools, but enough to make her shiver.
Anko, overwhelmed, could no longer hide her pleasure, her face contorted, her eyes rolling back, her moans becoming incoherent.
"Fuck… Takeshi…" she panted, her body arching, an orgasm tearing through her, her muscles contracting around him, her thighs trembling violently.
He intensified the rhythm, his hands exploring her body, alternating caresses and firm pressures, playing on the boundary between pleasure and control.
Anko, exhausted, still tried to regain control, her fingers scratching his shoulders, but each thrust from Takeshi brought her back to submission.
He slid a hand around her neck, not tightening, just enough to assert his dominance, his eyes scrutinizing her face.
Anko, lips parted, breath ragged, succumbed, a second orgasm building, more intense.
"Shit… I'm gonna…" she moaned, her body convulsing, her eyes tearing, her face expressing raw, uncontrollable ecstasy.
Takeshi, on the edge, continued, prolonging her pleasure until she trembled, spent.
He withdrew, his semen splashing onto her belly, hot and sticky, a hoarse groan escaping him.
Anko, panting, collapsed onto the blanket, her eyes fluttering, her body shaking with spasms.
She tried to speak, an inaudible murmur escaping her lips, but exhaustion overwhelmed her. Her eyelids closed, and she passed out, her face still marked with a satisfied smile, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.
Takeshi, breathless, lay beside her, his chest gleaming, his muscles pulsing from the effort. He observed her inert body, her perfect curves, her breasts rising gently with her weak breathing.
Ding ding
A smirk crossed his lips; he recognized the familiar sound of the system.
"How much did I get this time?" he murmured, his fingers grazing her thigh, a possessive gesture.