Chapter 56: Hinata [6] (18+)

Kael opened his eyes to darkness.

The apartment was quiet. Moonlight slipped through the half-closed curtains and painted a pale strip across the bed. Hinata slept facing him, her breathing slow and even, one arm loosely resting between their bodies. The Hyuga princess looked almost peaceful in sleep. The marks he had left on her skin earlier were still visible—faint redness on her ass, the slight swelling of her lips from kissing and use.

He leaned in and kissed her.

She did not wake. Her mouth stayed soft and unresponsive under his. Kael kissed her again, slower, tasting the quiet of her sleep. Then he shifted lower. The sheet slid down as he moved, exposing the full weight of her bare breasts. He cupped one carefully, brought his mouth to the nipple, and began to lick.

Hinata made a small sound in her sleep—soft, unconscious.

"Nn..."

He closed his lips around the peak and sucked gently at first, then with more purpose. His tongue circled the tightening bud. Hinata’s breathing changed. Another sleepy moan slipped out of her.

"Uh... nn..."

Kael switched to the other breast and gave it the same attention, licking and sucking until both nipples stood wet and hard. For a moment of pure idle amusement he pressed his face between the heavy soft mounds, let them close around his cheeks, and shook his head lightly.

"Prrr—"

Hinata’s eyes fluttered open.

She stared down at him for a second in pure confusion, still half-trapped in sleep. Then awareness flooded her face.

"W-what are you doing...?"

Kael lifted his head. The reminder hit him all over again—this girl was still holding onto the original Naruto. Even after everything, even after learning his real name, she still treated the body like it belonged to someone else. Something hot and irritated stirred in his chest. He pushed himself up and licked a slow line up the side of her neck instead of answering.

Hinata shivered.

He kept kissing and licking her throat, her jaw, the soft spot beneath her ear, while one hand wrapped around his cock and began to rub the hard length slowly against the smooth skin of her belly. Pre-cum smeared across her stomach in warm streaks. He did this for a long time—kissing, licking, grinding against her—until Hinata’s sleepy protests turned into quieter, unsteady breaths.

"Naruto... it’s the middle of the night..."

The name only fed the irritation. Kael shifted fully on top of her, pushed her thighs apart with his knee, and guided himself back to her entrance. She was still slick from earlier. He pushed in with one steady thrust.

"Ahh—!"

"You recovered enough," he muttered.

He began to fuck her face-to-face in deep, deliberate strokes. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. Hinata’s hands came up to his shoulders, not quite pushing him away. Her eyes stayed open this time, watching him with a mixture of resignation and reluctant physical response.

Kael’s pace hardened. Every time she moaned the wrong name the irritation climbed higher. He wanted her to beg for *his* cock. He wanted her to say Kael. Instead she kept giving the pleasure to a ghost.

"Uh... uh... Naruto... ahh..."

He dropped his head and sucked one of her nipples back into his mouth while he kept thrusting. The dual sensation made her back arch.

"Ngh... ahh... wait... uh... uh..."

He fucked her harder, hips snapping forward, the bed creaking softly under the rhythm. Hinata’s moans grew louder despite her best efforts to stay quiet.

"Uh... uh... uh... fuck... ngh!"

Kael moved to the other nipple, sucked it just as roughly, and kept the deep pace until the pressure in his gut peaked. He buried himself fully and came inside her again, pulsing thick heat deep into her womb while she trembled under him.

"Ahhh...!"

He collapsed onto her for a moment, breathing hard, still buried inside. Then the same exhaustion that had taken him earlier returned. Within minutes he was asleep again, arm draped over her waist, cock softening inside her.

Hinata lay awake beneath him, staring at the ceiling in quiet confusion. He had only woken to take her, finished, and gone straight back to sleep as if she were nothing more than a convenient body. The thought sat heavily in her chest long after his breathing evened out.

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Morning light eventually replaced the moonlight.

Hinata’s eyes opened slowly. Something warm and thick rested on her tongue. Her lips were stretched around it. She tried to speak and only produced a muffled sound.

Kael was kneeling over her face, cock already buried halfway in her mouth, hands braced on the headboard. He looked down at her with calm, half-lidded eyes and began to move his hips.

He face-fucked her without warning.

"Gluck... gluck... slurp..."

Hinata’s eyes widened. Her hands came up to his thighs. He ignored the weak push and kept the steady rhythm, sliding deeper each time.

"Ghlk... ghlk... hnnk!"

Spit ran from the corners of her mouth. The wet, filthy sounds of the blowjob filled the morning quiet. Kael held her head in place and used her mouth with the same possessive focus he had used her pussy during the night.

"Gluck... gluck... slurp... mwah—"

He pulled back just long enough for her to drag in a shaky breath, then pushed back in. Hinata’s throat fluttered around him. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the angle and the sudden intensity.

"Ghlk... ghlk... hnnk! ... cough... mmm..."

Kael kept the pace for a long time, chasing his own pleasure without rush. Every wet gluck and choked sound only made him thrust a little deeper. When he finally reached the edge he pushed in hard, held her there, and came straight down her throat.

Thick pulses flooded her mouth. Hinata tried to turn her head, ready to spit, but Kael’s hand clamped firmly over her lips. He shifted his weight, pinning her in place, and looked down at her with calm finality.

"Swallow it."

She could not move. With his hand sealing her mouth and his body holding her down, the only path left was to obey.

Gulp... Gulp...

Hinata’s throat worked once, twice. She swallowed every drop.

Only then did Kael remove his hand.

Hinata lay there breathing hard, lips shiny, the taste of him still heavy on her tongue, staring up at the man who wore the face of the boy she had loved for years and was slowly erasing him from her body one forced act at a time.

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