Chapter 200: Himawari [8] 18+

Morning light filtered weakly through the half-closed curtains. Kael’s hand closed around Himawari’s throat—not tight enough to cut off air completely, just enough to make her feel the pressure, to remind her who controlled the next breath. He held it for a few heartbeats while his hips kept moving, then released. She sucked in a sharp gasp. Before she could fully recover he brought his palm down hard across the curve of her ass. The crack echoed in the quiet room. Himawari cried out, the sound already edged with something hotter than pain.

He leaned down and closed his teeth around one nipple, biting just hard enough to leave the imprint of his teeth. She arched beneath him, a broken moan tearing free. Kael did not give her time to settle. He hooked both of her legs, pushed her knees toward her chest, and folded her open. His hands slid under her shoulders, lifting her head slightly so she had no choice but to look at him while he drove in deep. The position left her completely controlled—ankles near his ears, thighs pressed tight to her own body, every thrust bottoming out with wet, heavy force.

"Ah—! Papa—"

The title slipped out again, raw and involuntary. Kael answered with a harder snap of his hips. He kept the rhythm rough and relentless, the wet slap of skin filling the apartment. Sweat already slicked both of them. Himawari’s hands scrambled at his arms, not quite pushing, not quite pulling. Each deep stroke forced another sound out of her—high, cracked, increasingly needy. When he released one shoulder to deliver another sharp slap to her ass she shouted, the noise pure heat now rather than protest.

He gathered a fistful of her hair and bent her head back, exposing the long line of her throat. His mouth dragged along the sensitive skin there while his free hand roughly squeezed her breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Himawari’s eyes had gone glassy. The earlier resistance had thinned into something else. She was starting to move with him, hips lifting to meet the rough thrusts, soft desperate sounds spilling freely every time he bottomed out or added another sting to her already-pink ass.

"You’re not different from your mother," Kael muttered against her neck. "She liked it rough too."

Himawari’s breath hitched. The comparison landed somewhere deep and complicated, but her body only clenched tighter around him. He shifted without pulling out, spreading her legs wider and bracing himself on straightened arms so he hung over her. The new angle let him thrust even deeper. Her calves pressed against his elbows. She could reach his hips if she wanted, but her hands stayed tangled in the sheets instead, gripping hard while he fucked her with steady, punishing force.

Every few strokes he brought his hand down again—slap—across the side of her ass or the back of her thigh. Each impact drew a louder, more openly horny shout from her. The pain and pleasure had fused. Tears of overstimulation tracked into her hair, but her moans kept rising, no longer trying to stay quiet. Kael watched her face the entire time, studying the way her expression melted further into submission with every rough treatment.

He pulled out only long enough to sit upright against the headboard and haul her into his lap. Himawari straddled him, knees bracketing his hips, and sank down onto his cock with a shaky cry. The lotus position put them face to face, chests pressed together, arms wrapped around each other. Kael’s hands settled on her waist and immediately took control, lifting and dropping her in short, powerful motions that forced him deep on every descent.

Himawari clung to his neck, forehead pressed to his, breath coming in hot little pants against his mouth. He kept the pace hard even here—using his strength to bounce her, adding the occasional sharp slap to her ass that made her clench and moan louder. Cum from earlier loads already slicked the way, making every movement wetter and louder. Kael kissed her roughly between thrusts, biting her lower lip, then trailing down to suck hard at the side of her throat hard enough to leave a mark.

"Take it," he growled. "All of it."

He came inside her again without warning, grinding her down onto him while thick pulses flooded her. Himawari shuddered through it, walls fluttering, a broken whimper escaping as she felt the fresh heat fill her. Kael gave her almost no recovery. He kept her seated on him and started moving her again almost immediately, chasing the next release while she was still oversensitive and shaking.

The cycle repeated. He fucked her through another orgasm of her own, then another of his, flooding her a third time while she sobbed soft, overwhelmed sounds against his shoulder. Her body had gone pliant, fully surrendered. Every rough touch—hair pulled, ass slapped, nipples bitten—only pulled louder, needier reactions from her now. The masochistic edge had taken root completely. She no longer flinched away from the sting; she arched into it.

Kael lost count of how many times he finished inside her. The sheets beneath them were soaked. Himawari’s voice had gone hoarse from moaning and shouting. Her thighs trembled continuously. When he finally laid her onto her back again and folded her legs high for one last deep, grinding set of thrusts, she came with a weak, shattered cry and then went limp, eyes fluttering shut as the last of her strength gave out.

He stayed buried through his final release, pouring one more heavy load into her unconscious body, hips twitching with aftershocks. Only when the last pulse faded did he ease out. Cum leaked immediately from her, thick and excessive after so many rounds. Kael sat back on his heels for a moment, breathing hard, looking down at her.

She lay completely still except for the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Marks from his hands and mouth covered her throat, breasts, and ass. Her hair stuck to her damp cheeks. The expression on her face, even unconscious, held no tension left—only exhausted, thorough use.

Kael finally moved to the other side of the bed. He reached out and brushed the tangled strands of blue-tinted hair away from her face, tucking them gently behind her ear. His thumb traced once across her cheekbone. The apartment was quiet except for their breathing and the faint drip of fluid onto the already ruined sheets.

"I’m a sick fellow," he said softly to the empty room, voice rough. "No doubt now."

He left his hand resting lightly against the side of her face and closed his own eyes, the weight of everything he had done—and still wanted to do—settling over him like the morning light.

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