The Burning Bond

The taste of salt and power flooded Kushina's throat before she even understood what was happening. Her own treacherous fingers pressed against the nape of her neck, forcing her to swallow every inch of Miguel's penis as he chuckled, low and hoarse, as if untying a knot only he could see.

"Swallow," he ordered, and she swallowed—not out of obedience, but because her body had already decided for her.

When he finally pulled her hair, ripping it out with a wet sound that echoed through the room, Kushina spat, gasping. Her mouth was swollen, her lips throbbing, but before she could curse him, he flipped her onto her stomach with a brusque movement and buried his face between her legs.

She arched like a wounded animal.

"NO—! Stop, I don't want to—!"

But her vagina was already soaked, throbbing against his tongue, and each quick movement on her clitoris made her legs tremble. When he thrust two fingers inside her, Kushina cried out, her heavy breasts swaying, her hard nipples dripping milk onto the wooden floor.

Miguel didn't let her breathe. He pushed her against the floor, positioned himself, and penetrated her all at once, without mercy.

"FUCK! IT'S... SO DEEP...!"

He didn't answer. He just grabbed her hips and began to penetrate her with brutal thrusts, each one making her breasts bounce, her womb throb. Kushina tried to crawl away, but her body betrayed her again—her back arched, her buttocks arched even higher, as if begging for more.

"You're mine," he growled, his fingers marking her skin. "Your body knows. Your vagina swallows as if it were made for me."

She cried, but not from pain. When the orgasm hit her, it was like an electric shock—a violent tremor, her vagina contracting around him, gushing fluid onto the floor. Miguel didn't stop. He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look back as he continued to penetrate her, each thrust deeper than the last.

"Open."

She opened her mouth—and he ejaculated, hot jets running down her throat. Kushina swallowed, coughed, swallowed again, her eyes filled with tears.

Then, when he pulled her onto his lap, rubbing his still-throbbing penis against her face, she didn't resist.

"Repeat," he ordered, now in a soft voice.

Kushina took a deep breath.

"...I belong to my Master."

And for the first time, the taste of the lie vanished.