Chapter 196: Himawari [4] 18+

Kael settled between her open thighs, the head of his cock resting against her entrance. Himawari’s hands came up to his chest.

"Wait. Naruto—I have to tell you this or you’ll hate yourself later."

She swallowed hard. Her voice shook.

"I’m your daughter."

Kael looked down at her. There was no surprise in his face. He leaned in and kissed her slowly, almost gently, then pushed forward in one steady thrust until he was buried inside her to the hilt.

"I know."

Himawari’s back arched. A broken sound tore from her throat—half moan, half sob. The stretch was sudden and complete. He held still for a moment, letting her feel every inch, before he began to move.

"How?" she managed between shaky breaths. "How did you know?"

"I guessed a while ago." His hips rolled in a deep, unhurried rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the root. "You just confirmed it."

He caught both of her wrists and pressed them to the mattress above her head, pinning them there with one hand. His other hand gripped her hip, tilting her up to meet each stroke. The position let him sink in to the limit. Himawari’s legs rose on instinct and locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. Every thrust punched a soft, involuntary cry out of her—ah... ah... nngh—timed to the wet sound of their bodies meeting.

He kept the pace deliberate and deep. The mattress shifted under them. Sweat began to gather at the hollow of her throat. Himawari’s fingers flexed uselessly against his hold on her wrists. Her eyes stayed glassy, torn between the physical overload and the words still trying to form.

"Then you know we can’t do this," she gasped.

"Why not?"

He shifted his angle, driving upward so the head of his cock dragged against the front wall with every stroke. Himawari’s mouth fell open. A higher, cracked sound escaped her. Kael watched her face closely, studying the way pleasure and distress flickered across it in equal measure.

"I’m your daughter. This is taboo. It feels... weird." ℯℯ𝑙.

Kael kissed her again, swallowing the rest of the protest. He kept moving the entire time, never giving her a full breath to rebuild her argument. When he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice stayed low and steady.

"You came here knowing exactly who I am. You kissed me first. You let me put my mouth on you. We already crossed the line. Why stop now?"

He released her wrists only long enough to change position. Bracing himself on straightened arms, he hovered over her, body tight with control, and hooked her legs higher around his waist. The new angle let him thrust even deeper. Himawari’s hands flew to his shoulders, nails biting in. Her mouth stayed open on continuous soft sounds—ah... ah... nngh—each one forced out of her by the steady snap of his hips. He kissed her neck, the underside of her jaw, the corner of her lips, never losing the rhythm.

The wet schlick of each stroke grew louder. Himawari’s breasts moved with the force of his thrusts. Her thighs trembled where they gripped his sides. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, but her body kept answering him—hips lifting to meet every thrust, inner walls clenching and fluttering around him as if trying to pull him deeper.

"Naruto—wait—"

"You don’t want me to wait." He angled sharper and watched her face contort. "You want this. You’ve wanted it since the roof."

He fucked her through the protest, long and thorough, until her arms slid from his shoulders and fell weakly to the sheets. Only then did he sit back just enough to catch both of her ankles. He pushed her knees toward her chest, folding her open, and leaned in again so his shoulders pressed against the backs of her calves. The new depth made Himawari cry out—raw and startled. Kael held the position and drove into her in long, powerful strokes that made the bed frame creak.

Tears slipped free and tracked into her hair. The taboo and the pleasure tangled until she could no longer separate them. Every thrust dragged another helpless sound out of her. Her hands scrabbled at his arms, his back, the sheets—anywhere she could find purchase while he kept her folded and completely open beneath him. Soft, continuous moans filled the room, broken only by the wet slap of skin and the occasional choked sob when he bottomed out especially hard.

He did not slow. He did not give her time to gather an argument that might stick. He simply took her, deep and steady and without rest, hips rolling with focused intensity. Himawari’s voice broke completely. Moans turned into high, cracked cries. Her walls tightened around him in erratic pulses as the tension inside her wound tighter and tighter.

When the climax finally took her it hit hard. Himawari came with a shattered moan, body seizing, inner muscles clamping down in rhythmic waves. Tears still wet on her cheeks, she shook through it while Kael kept thrusting, dragging the orgasm out until she was whimpering from oversensitivity. The rhythmic clenching pulled him over the edge a few strokes later. He buried himself to the root and emptied inside her with a low, rough groan, hips grinding through every thick pulse, filling her while she was still fluttering around him.

For several long seconds the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the faint drip of sweat onto the sheets. Kael stayed inside her, forehead resting against hers. Himawari’s eyes were wide and wet. Her voice came out small and wrecked.

"Wait... what have you done?"

Kael kissed the tear track on one cheek, then the other. He made no move to pull out. His cock twitched inside her with aftershocks, keeping them joined.

"Exactly what we both wanted," he said quietly. "And we’re not finished."

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