Chapter 198: Himawari [6] 18+

**Chapter 198**

Kael hooked his hands under Himawari’s thighs and lifted her clean off the floor in one smooth motion. Her legs went around his waist on instinct; her arms locked around his neck. The shift sank him even deeper inside her. A startled, broken sound left her throat as gravity pulled her down onto him.

He stood with his feet planted wide, knees slightly bent for balance, and began to move. Short, powerful upward thrusts met the downward weight of her body. Every stroke drove him to the limit. Himawari’s head tipped back. Soft, continuous moans spilled out of her—ah... ah... nngh—each one punched from her lungs by the force of his hips.

"Naruto... wait... it’s too deep—"

He only tightened his hold and kept fucking her. The wet sound of their joining filled the apartment. Sweat slicked the place where her chest pressed to his. Kael’s mouth found the side of her neck, then the soft skin just above her breast. He kissed and licked while he lifted and dropped her in a steady rhythm, using the strength in his arms and core to control every inch.

Himawari tried to keep her mind from fracturing. The pleasure was too sharp, too complete. Every time he bottomed out her thoughts scattered. Her fingers dug into the back of his shoulders. A particularly deep thrust forced a higher cry out of her.

"Papa—wait, it’s too much—"

The word slipped out before she could stop it.

Kael’s hips stuttered for half a second. A low, rough sound rumbled in his chest. He gripped her ass harder and drove up into her with more force, clearly fed by the accidental title. Himawari’s eyes widened when she realized what she had said, but the next thrust stole the chance to correct herself. Another moan tore free instead.

He carried her two steps and braced her back against the nearest wall for better leverage. The new angle let him thrust even harder. Himawari’s legs tightened around him. Her arms stayed locked around his neck. Kael’s mouth closed over one nipple, sucking firmly while he fucked her in short, punishing strokes. The wall thudded softly with every impact.

"Ah—! Naruto... slower—"

He did not slow down.

"Papa... ah... please—"

Again the old title escaped. Kael groaned against her breast and slammed up into her harder, clearly chasing the sound. Himawari’s face burned with shame and heat at the same time. She buried it against his neck, trying to muffle the moans, but they kept spilling out anyway—soft, broken, increasingly desperate.

Kael shifted his grip. He hooked his elbows under her knees, spreading her wider, and held her open while he continued to thrust. The position left her completely supported by his arms and the wall. Her hands framed his face now, fingers trembling against his cheeks. Their mouths were close enough to share breath. He kissed her roughly, swallowing her next moan, then pulled back just enough to watch her expression while he fucked her.

"Say it again," he muttered.

Himawari shook her head, eyes glassy. "I didn’t mean—"

Another deep thrust cut her off. A helpless cry left her.

"Papa—ah—too deep—"

Kael’s rhythm turned almost brutal. The accidental word clearly lit something raw in him. He kissed her again, messy and open, while his hips kept driving up into her without pause. Wet heat coated the insides of her thighs. The earlier load of cum mixed with fresh slickness and made every stroke louder, filthier.

He pushed off the wall and carried her back into the open space of the room, still buried inside her. This time he held her with both hands under her ass, her legs hooked over his arms, faces level. The position let him bounce her on his cock in controlled, powerful motions. Himawari’s arms wound tight around his neck. Her forehead pressed to his. Every upward snap of his hips forced a soft, punched-out moan out of her.

"Naruto... I can’t... ah..."

"You can." He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek. "You’re taking it so well."

Another thrust. Her voice cracked.

"Papa—wait—I’m—"

Kael’s grip tightened. He fucked her through the plea, using the full strength of his arms to lift and drop her onto him. Himawari’s moans turned continuous, high and breathless. Tears of overstimulation gathered at the corners of her eyes, but her body kept clenching around him, greedy and open. The taboo title kept slipping free whenever the pleasure spiked too hard—half protest, half surrender—and every time it did, Kael answered with harder, deeper strokes.

The coil inside her wound tighter and tighter. She clung to him, face buried against the side of his neck, no longer able to control the sounds or the words that escaped with them.

"Papa... papa... it’s too much—"

Kael’s breathing turned ragged. He held her locked against him and thrust up with short, almost frantic motions, chasing the edge the repeated title had pushed him toward. Himawari came first—body seizing, a broken cry muffled against his skin, walls pulsing hard around his cock. The rhythmic pressure dragged him over immediately after. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, flooding her with a thick, heavy load while her orgasm was still rippling through her.

He kept her impaled through every pulse, forehead pressed to her shoulder, arms locked tight around her. Cum filled her and began to leak out around his cock with each small aftershock. Himawari trembled in his hold, breath coming in shaky sobs against his neck, the word *papa* still echoing faintly between them.

Kael did not set her down right away. He simply stood there in the middle of the room, holding her up, still buried deep, while the last of his release twitched out of him and the night stretched on around their joined bodies.

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