Chapter 11: The Kneeling Submission
The command vibrated through Hinata, a physical pressure matching the heavy chakra emanating from Onoki. His gaze wasn't just burning; it was branding her, searing away the last vestiges of hesitation. Her knees hit the tatami mat, the impact jarring up her spine. The scent of him – aged leather, ozone from travel, and something deeply, primally masculine – flooded her senses, thick as the incense curling in the air. His hand, rough and calloused from decades of stone manipulation, fisted in her dark hair, pulling sharply, forcing her face against the coarse fabric of his trousers. The hard ridge beneath pressed insistently against her lips.
"Show me," Onoki growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed the distant waterfall outside. "Show me how much you crave what I planted deep inside you." The reminder of the life flickering within her womb, confirmed by the test hidden like a guilty secret, sent a fresh wave of heat cascading through her belly. It wasn't just the pregnancy; it was the raw, undeniable power of him, the legend made flesh kneeling before her.
She complies eagerly.
The gentle Hyuga heiress vanished. In her place surged a woman starved, her hidden confidence igniting like dry tinder. Her fingers, usually so precise for the Gentle Fist, fumbled with frantic need at the clasp of his trousers. The button popped, the zipper rasped down. She didn't wait. She shoved the fabric aside, her breath catching at the sight of him springing free, thick and already glistening at the tip. The rumors hadn't lied. He was magnificent, heavy in her hand, veins standing proud against the flushed skin.
"Fuck yes," Onoki hissed, his grip tightening in her hair as she leaned forward, bypassing hesitation. Her tongue, pink and eager, darted out, tracing the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. It was musky, potent, utterly unlike Naruto’s familiar scent. A low moan escaped her throat, vibrating against him.
"Open wide, slut," he commanded, voice thick with lust. "Take it. Show me you remember how good my cock feels."
Hinata obeyed instantly. Her mouth opened, stretching wide around the thick crown. She pushed forward, taking him deeper, her lips sealing around the shaft. Her nostrils flared as his musky scent intensified, filling her head. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, her tongue swirling along the underside, exploring the prominent vein. The taste was overwhelming – salt, earth, pure male – and it sent electric jolts straight to her core, already slick and throbbing. Her own wetness soaked through the thin fabric of her yukata.
Onoki groaned, a sound of deep satisfaction. "That's it… suck it like the hungry little cunt you are. Knew you couldn't forget this dick." He began to rock his hips, shallowly at first, feeding himself deeper into her mouth with each thrust. Hinata gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she forced herself to relax, breathing harshly through her nose, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. The discomfort was swallowed by the sheer, illicit thrill of it. This was what she’d craved, fantasized about since her return from Earth Country – this raw, degrading power play.
She looked up, her Byakugan veins pulsing faintly at her temples without conscious effort, meeting his fierce, aged eyes. Seeing the undisguised lust there, the approval, fueled her. She sucked harder, bobbing her head faster now, taking him deeper with each downward stroke. Her saliva slicked his shaft, mingling with his pre-cum, dripping messily onto her chin and the tatami below. The obscene, wet sounds filled the quiet room, louder than the waterfall outside – the slurping, the choked gasps, Onoki's guttural grunts.
"Fuck, Hinata… yes…" he rasped, his hips snapping forward more forcefully. "Take it all, you beautiful whore. Swallow my fucking cock." His hand left her hair, sliding down to grip the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place as he pistoned into her mouth. She felt him swell impossibly thicker, the head bumping against her throat relentlessly. Her jaw ached, her throat burned, but the pulsing heat between her own legs was unbearable. She reached down, frantically hiking up her yukata, her fingers diving beneath her waistband, finding her swollen clit. She rubbed herself furiously, moaning around the thick intrusion filling her mouth, the vibrations making Onoki curse.
"Filthy bitch," he gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic, brutal. "Rubbing your cunt while you choke on me… fucking perfect." His grip on her neck was iron. "Gonna fill that pretty mouth… gonna make you swallow every fucking drop…"
Hinata’s eyes rolled back slightly. The dual sensations – the brutal invasion of her throat, the frantic circles on her clit – pushed her towards a precipice. She felt his cock pulse violently, a hot, salty flood erupting onto her tongue. She swallowed convulsively, once, twice, the thick, bitter taste coating her throat as he kept thrusting, spilling himself deep. Her own climax ripped through her a second later, silent but shattering, her body convulsing as she continued to suckle him through the aftershocks, milking him dry until he finally, shuddering, pulled himself from her lips with a wet pop.
She collapsed forward onto her hands, gasping for air, strands of hair plastered to her sweaty face, his spend still glistening on her lips and chin. Onoki looked down at her, his chest heaving, a satisfied, predatory smirk on his weathered face. He tucked himself away, the coarse fabric rasping. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise rough but undeniable. He reached down, his thumb roughly wiping a smear of cum from her chin before pushing it against her lips. "Clean it."
The command was a low rumble, his thumb rough against her lower lip, smeared with the evidence of her submission. Hinata’s eyes, wide and still faintly veined from her Byakugan, locked onto his weathered face. Without hesitation, her tongue darted out, hot and wet, lapping at the salty-bitter residue clinging to his skin, her gaze never leaving his. She tasted herself mingled with him, the intimacy more profound and degrading than the act itself.
“Good,” Onoki grunted, the single syllable heavy with approval. He watched her clean his thumb with meticulous, almost reverent attention, a flicker of something predatory in his aged eyes. The sound of the distant waterfall seemed louder now, a counterpoint to their harsh breathing in the incense-laden stillness.
His hand moved from her mouth, tracing a rough path down her neck, over the collar of her disheveled yukata. It snagged the fabric, pulling it open with a sharp tug. Cool air washed over her flushed skin, her breasts spilling free, nipples hard and aching. He didn’t touch them yet. His hand slid lower, over her trembling belly – where his chakra signature pulsed faintly alongside her own – and pushed impatiently between her thighs, beneath the bunched fabric of her yukata skirt. His fingers found her soaking wet cunt, swollen and slick, his touch devoid of gentleness.
"Still dripping for me," he observed, his voice thick. "Needy little thing, aren't you? Can't even wait for your husband to leave the village before you spread for old man Onoki." His thick finger probed her entrance, then thrust inside her without warning, deep and unforgiving. Hinata cried out, a sharp gasp torn from her throat, her hips jerking involuntarily against the intrusion. Her inner muscles clenched around him, hot and greedy, betraying her body's craving despite the shock.
"Fuck," Onoki growled, working his finger in and out, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. "Tighter than I remember. Like a fucking vice." He added a second finger, stretching her, his callouses scraping deliciously against her inner walls. He crooked them, seeking the spongy spot that made her vision blur. "That's it… squirm. Show me how much you need this filthy cock."
Hinata panted, hands scrabbling weakly at the tatami, her head thrown back. Every thrust of his fingers sent jolts of electric pleasure-pain through her core, a stark counterpoint to the gnawing guilt flickering at the edge of her awareness. Naruto… the children… The thoughts were distant, muffled by the roaring need his touch ignited. "P-please…" she whimpered, the word escaping before she could stop it, her voice ragged.
"Please what?" Onoki demanded, his fingers pumping harder, faster, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing hard circles. "Say it. Tell me what you want, you married slut." He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "Tell me you want this old bastard's cock splitting you open again."
"Want it!" Hinata gasped, the confession ripped from her. "W-want your cock! Please… fuck me! Fuck me now!" The vulgarity felt alien on her tongue, yet terrifyingly liberating. Her cunt pulsed violently around his fingers, close to the edge just from his touch and his words.
"About fucking time," Onoki rasped, withdrawing his fingers with a slick pop. He gripped her hips, hauling her up with surprising strength for his age, flipping her roughly onto her hands and knees on the tatami. Her yukata was rucked up around her waist, her ass bare and presented to him. He didn't bother removing his trousers fully, just shoved them down past his hips, freeing his thick, hard cock. It slapped against her ass cheek, heavy and hot. He positioned himself, the broad, slick head nudging insistently against her dripping entrance.
He didn't ask. He didn't tease. With a guttural groan, Onoki drove himself into her in one powerful, brutal thrust. Hinata screamed, the sound echoing off the wooden walls as he sheathed himself fully inside her, stretching her to the absolute limit. The sudden, overwhelming fullness stole her breath, a sharp burn giving way to a deep, aching pressure that resonated through her entire body. Her inner walls clamped down instinctively, trying to accommodate the sheer girth invading her.
"Gods, yes," he hissed, his hands clamping onto her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. "Still so fucking tight. Took my seed deep once, gonna take this cock deeper now." He pulled back almost to the tip, the drag exquisite agony, then slammed home again, rocking her entire body forward. The impact echoed through the room, a sharp, meaty sound. Hinata braced herself, gasping for air, her knuckles white where she gripped the tatami. Each powerful thrust drove her forward, the coarse reed mat scraping her knees.
"Fuck, your cunt feels good," Onoki grunted, his rhythm settling into a relentless, pounding pace. "Squeezing my cock like a greedy little fist." He leaned over her back, his chest pressing against her, one hand snaking around to roughly pinch and twist her nipple. The sharp pain mixed with the deep, stretching ache inside her, creating a confusing storm of sensation. His other hand remained locked on her hip, guiding her body onto his cock with each punishing drive. "Take it, whore. Take every fucking inch."
Hinata moaned, low and guttural, the sound muffled against the mat. Her body was betraying her utterly, responding with ferocious hunger to the brutal claiming. The guilt was still there, a cold stone in her gut, but it was drowned by the overwhelming physicality, the raw power of him using her. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, the slap of their bodies a primitive drumbeat. Her cunt was slick and hot, clenching around him desperately. "H-harder," she choked out, the words thick with need. "Do it harder!"
Onoki laughed, a harsh, breathless sound. "Demanding bitch now, are we?" But he obeyed, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, piston-like, driving the air from her lungs with each impact. The wooden floor beneath them creaked faintly with the violence of his movements. He reached down between her legs, his thick fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it hard and fast in time with his thrusts. The dual assault was overwhelming – the deep, stretching penetration and the frantic stimulation on her sensitive nub.
"Gonna make you come on my cock," he snarled, his breath hot on her neck. "Gonna feel that married pussy spasm while I fill it again. Gonna breed you deep, Hinata."
His filthy promise, combined with the relentless pounding and the skilled assault on her clit, shattered her control. Her climax hit like a landslide, a silent scream tearing through her as her body seized, her cunt clamping down on Onoki's cock in violent, rhythmic pulses. Her vision whited out, her body shaking uncontrollably under his.
"Fuck YES!" Onoki roared, feeling her inner muscles milk him. He drove into her spasm with brutal finality, his own release surging hot and thick deep inside her already claimed womb. He pulsed within her, groaning long and low, his grip on her hip and breast iron-tight as he emptied himself. He held himself buried to the hilt, grinding against her ass as he rode out the last waves, his hot cum flooding her core, adding to the life he’d already planted. Hinata collapsed beneath him, utterly spent, trembling, feeling the hot spill coating her insides, the weight of him pinning her down. She lay there, panting, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air, the faint chakra signature within her seeming to pulse in time with the fading tremors of her own body. Onoki remained lodged deep, his breath harsh against her ear.