8 months pregnant

It was a quiet morning and Hyuuga Neji had a delicious breakfast with his woman in the kitchen.

"You know, wife..." He mused quietly as the pregnant blonde kneeled adoringly and serviced his cock, head bobbing up and down. "When we met all those years ago in the Chunin Exams, you spoke a great deal of fate and free will. Nothing more valuable than garbage, of course."

Naruko tried to remove the shaft lodged down her throat to respond, but her owner wouldn't budge. Neji kept a tight hold on the back of her head, a leash-full of beautiful golden hair intertwined with his expert fingers.

"No, wife." He admonished, gentle but firm. "You'll listen and enjoy your meal. Women's mouths are much prettier when they are wrapped around a man's cock."

Neji felt his wife settle down once again, her heavy pregnant belly beautifully dressed in a Hyuuga cooking apron and rubbing against the floor. He leaned in his seat and continued his explanation.

"You were wrong because fate does exist, inevitable and absolute, although sometimes we don't know all factors at play." His brows furrowed in annoyance. "Look at yourself, for example, the dumb Hokage's daughter who's never known a single day of hard work in her entire life. Someone who relied solely on hideous amounts of chakra and instinctive talent to muddle through her shinobi career. Someone who could master S-rank techniques in a matter of days and yet dared to compare herself to the likes of Gai-sensei and Rock Lee when, from the very beginning, she was destined to succeed."

Neji's grip tightened, and Naruko felt her eyes moisten not only from the pain and humiliation, but also a perverse sense of pleasure. "Did you enjoy it, 'hime'? Did you feel superior when you tricked me, lying in the face of your future husband?" Neji's smile was positively sadistic.

Naruko's response was a whiny grunt. Her effort to speak, seeming to merely drag Neji's man meat deeper down her throat. He answered her with a noise of approval.

"Of course, it hardly matters now." Neji said. " Because, in a way, you were also destined to fail, brought low by your own twisted desires, the inescapable urge all women share to find a strong husband and submit themselves to him. This moment, with you submissively kneeling before me and taking cock down your throat, was fated to be, predestined from the very moment you were born with a cunt between your legs."

Neji looked somberly at the caged bird singing near the window-sill.

"We cannot escape our fates. Those who try find only pain. We can however make the best of the circumstances given to us, and this is what I mean to tell you, wife."