Chapter 199: Himawari [7] 18+

**Chapter 199**

Time slipped past without either of them noticing.

Kael kept moving inside her long after the last orgasm had faded, slow and deep, as if he were trying to carve the feeling into both of them. The knowledge that she was Naruto’s daughter—his daughter in another life—had settled into something darker and more possessive. It was no longer just heat. He wanted her dominated, claimed, rewritten until the only name she answered to in bed was the one that made her tremble.

He finally pulled out and sat on the edge of the mattress. Himawari was still breathing hard, thighs shiny, cum from earlier already leaking down her skin. Kael reached out, gathered a fistful of her blue-tinted hair, and guided her down between his knees until she was kneeling on the floor.

"Open."

She hesitated only a second. Then her lips parted. He pushed forward, filling her mouth in one steady slide. Himawari’s eyes watered almost immediately. The size was too much for a first real attempt; her throat tightened and she gagged hard around him. Wet, choked sounds filled the room—ghlk... ghlk... hnnk—as he held her there, not forcing all the way yet, just letting her feel the stretch.

"Breathe through your nose," he said, voice low. "Take it."

He began to move her head with the grip in her hair, short strokes that pushed a little deeper each time. Spit ran down her chin and onto his thighs. Every time she gagged he eased back just enough for her to suck in air, then guided her forward again. The wet gluck-gluck of her struggling mouth grew louder. Himawari’s hands braced on either side of his hips, elbows bent, exactly as the position demanded. She looked wrecked already—eyes glassy, lips stretched, tears tracking down her cheeks—but she did not pull away.

Kael kept her there for a long time, training the reflex out of her with patient, relentless pressure. When her gagging lessened he pushed deeper, holding her nose-to-base for several heartbeats before letting her up. She coughed, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then took him back into her mouth without being told.

He pulled her off by the hair and made her look up at him.

"Tell me what you are now."

Himawari’s voice was hoarse. "You’re my papa."

"And who takes care of your sexual needs?"

"Papa will."

Kael’s palm cracked across her cheek—not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting and make her gasp. The sound of the slap cut through the quiet apartment.

"You will never go to any other person. From now on you belong only to me."

"Yes, Papa," she whispered. "I only belong to you."

He held her gaze a moment longer, then guided her mouth back down. This time she took him with less resistance, throat working, soft muffled moans vibrating around his shaft whenever he throbbed against her tongue. The blowjob turned wetter, sloppier, the rhythmic gluck-gluck steady as he used her mouth. Spit dripped onto the floor. Himawari’s knees shifted on the hard boards, but she stayed in position, arms braced, letting him set the pace.

Only when his breathing roughened did he pull her up by the hair and haul her into his lap. He stayed kneeling on the bed, legs folded under him, and lowered her onto his cock in one smooth motion. Himawari’s knees bracketed his hips. One hand went to the mattress for balance; the other looped around his neck. The angle seated him impossibly deep. A broken moan tore out of her as she sank all the way down.

Kael gripped her waist and started moving her—lifting and dropping her in short, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her breath stutter. Himawari’s head tipped back. Soft, continuous sounds poured out of her with every impact.

"Ah... Papa... it’s so deep—"

"That’s it," he murmured against her throat. "Take it all."

He fucked up into her while pulling her down to meet each thrust. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Himawari clung to him, forehead pressed to his, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Every time he bottomed out a fresh moan slipped free. The earlier dominance play still burned in her cheeks; the word *papa* kept falling from her lips without resistance now, half endearment, half surrender.

Kael’s hands slid to her ass, spreading her wider so he could drive even deeper. He kissed her roughly, then spoke against her mouth.

"I’m going to impregnate you."

Himawari’s eyes flew open. Her rhythm faltered.

"Wait—Papa—it would be weird. What if I gave birth? What would the child be to you? A child or a grandchild? And they’d be my siblings—"

"I don’t care." He thrust up hard, cutting the protest short. "Just take my seed."

He kept the pace relentless, bouncing her on his cock with focused intensity. Himawari’s arguments dissolved into moans. The idea clearly unsettled her, yet her body kept clenching around him, greedy and wet. Tears of overstimulation gathered at the corners of her eyes again, but she did not try to climb off. She only held on tighter, face buried against the side of his neck, whispering broken fragments.

"Papa... wait... ah... it’s too much... what if—"

"Then we’ll deal with it." His voice was rough, almost strained. "Right now you’re going to take every drop."

He shifted his grip, one arm banding around her waist, the other still controlling the bounce of her hips. The position left her completely open and supported only by him. Every upward snap forced a higher cry out of her. The coil in her belly tightened fast. Kael felt it and chased it, fucking her through the rising tension until her whole body locked up.

Himawari came with a shattered moan, walls pulsing hard around him, nails digging into his shoulders. The rhythmic squeezing dragged Kael over the edge immediately after. He slammed her down onto him one last time and held her there, buried to the root, as thick pulses flooded her. A heavy, prolonged load filled her while she was still shaking through her own orgasm. He kept her locked in place through every twitch, forehead pressed to her shoulder, breathing hard against her skin.

For a long moment neither of them moved. Cum leaked out around his cock and dripped onto his thighs. Himawari trembled in his lap, breath coming in shaky little sobs, the word *papa* still lingering on her tongue. Kael stroked a slow hand up and down her back, still buried deep, making no move to pull out.

Outside the apartment the village slept on, unaware. Inside, the night stretched longer, and Kael showed no sign of being finished with her.

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Sorry for the delay...