Your arranged marriage to a prominent feudal lord has always been a happy one or so you thought. When he suspects your lack of fertility, he takes up a mistress much to your dismay. Your sister, no less!
The overwhelming depression forces you into...
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A/N: For real. This is a lemon, please skip to the next section if you'd like. I am not going to be so descriptive but still, caution ahead (unless you like NAH FAM THIS IS WHY IM HERE, then enjoy lmao!)
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In a matter of seconds, he whisks you back into his estate. Being a shinobi has its perks, one being the ability to near teleport undetected through the Uchiha neighborhood. No one spots your intrusion, nor do you care when he has you lip-locked.
The moment you crash into a room--probably his by the looks of it--he twirls you around and pulls up your shirt. It's loose enough to not be a hassle and lays forgotten on the floor. Rough lips trace the outline of your shoulder bone as you two descend onto the floor. You shiver at the sensation on your back. It's as if he's drinking in your creamy skin, gouging in a forbidden delicacy that he might never have again. The lower he goes, the more your mouth lets out huffs of pleasure.
Once in his lap, his hand holds your stomach, pushing your body against his mouth as he continues the sweet barrage of kisses. Warmth invades your senses, his kiss a dizzying spell to keep you tame in his embrace.
But you want more than just the pleasure, you want the affection. You push back slightly and he allows you to turn and face him. Your lips magnetize onto his once more, stealing a long and deep kiss. He receives it with little interest but his hands roam freely to rid you of more clothing.
In contrast, your hands sneak under his tunic to caress his torso and memorize every contour of it. There are some indentations that feel like battle wounds that cover his body which spikes your lust for him. To think that such a strong shinobi has possession of your vulnerability and you his.
Your eyes wander until you spot the hardness through his pants begging for release. Your fingers do well in undoing the slacks, springing forth his length. With parted lips, you descend further down to engulf it. Drool covers the sensitive yet taut skin, and he grunts out in satisfaction.
His hands weave into your hair as he revels in your attentive sucking, groaning out his exalts for you to continue. The expertise of your mouth is the main reason for his acceptance of another rendezvous as he rarely allows anyone to be intimate with him. As much as he does not want to admit, that night was just as intense for him as it was for you. He recalls it constantly, longing for the reunion to feel you once more.
When he feels close, he gently lulls you away from his drenched appendage. Upon seeing a trail of saliva trail from the tip to your lips, he groans, "You truly are beautiful."
You are not afforded the chance to answer as he directs you onto your hands and knees. It's the same position as last time; you wonder if this is to separate himself from the affection and the person he fucks.
But his reasoning is the least of your concerns. Not when his finger delves into you, readying your cove for his intrusion. Last time, the girth of it was unexpected that you had trouble getting accustomed to him, but now he pays special attention in stretching you with your own lubrication. You mewl and whine when he passes your sensitive button and moan with delight when he returns to it.
As he quickens the pace of his fingering, your body instinctively rolls into it. "It seems your body is ripe for me."
"Madara-saamaa~"
He loves it when you call him that in bed, and it's enough of an invitation to plow into you. Nothing holds him back this time, not when he slides in smoothly. Every inch enters and widens your canal, stretching you in a delectable way.
Yet he pauses, relishing your inner walls' grip on him. As he breathes in, he readies himself for the vigorous exercise that will ensue. He takes one last look at your writhing body before grabbing your tresses.
"Call my name again."
"M-M-Madara-sama!" you moan out.
He slides out and pushes in with more force. Your hands reach out and grab the futon as your body becomes pliant with his physical commands. He tightens his grip on your hair as he smirks, "Say it all night so you can remember just who is fucking you."
His demand brings shockwaves of pleasure down your body before he begins a mind-numbing pace, burrowed deep into your body and your sanity.
He's correct on one thing. With every thrust, you no longer recall your name. Nor your troubles. You cannot recall what room you occupy or the house you're in. But there is one thing you do remember and that is the name of the man who invites ecstasy into your body.
"Madara-sama, Madara-sama, Madara-sama!" You chant his name, moaning and writhing at the feel of the friction. The man is in no better state than you, lost in his pleasure as he brings you both closer to your finish.
His hands unbind themselves to your waist and rotate between squeezing and tugging your breasts and circling your clit. Your whimper, almost sob at every ministration, heightening your euphoria until you find your release.
However, he does not, but when he sees you slump after finishing, he lowers down and begins to kiss your back. Kisses turn into licks then nips, until he finally bites the nape of your neck.
"Mm, Madara-sama," you sigh.
"Are you fine to begin again?" he whispers hotly against your ear.
It takes a few seconds to register his question. When it clicks, you weakly nod your head and lift up your rear for him. Your arms have already given up with no strength left to give.
Yet your willingness to continue brings a smirk to his face. "You're such a good girl for me."
He enters once more and you gasp with excitement. He doesn't relent as he searches for his own finish; you're too sensitive for the pace and relinquish your consciousness to the pleasure. All the tension and worries are but a speck in your mind, especially when you feel his delicious release inside of you.
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"Thank you for letting me use your bath," you say with a hoarse voice as you stand outside the Uchiha gate. It's the same place he found you, but you are now surrounded by a lighter air.
"I doubt you'd be able to walk around Konoha with the way I left you."
You blush, "That is true. I appreciate it, nonetheless."
"Mhm."
"Well, I will be going now." You bow slightly and turn on your heel to travel.
"If you," Madara states, which captures your attention and you turn to face him, "happen to make walks at this time, I usually am arriving home." It's an open invitation to see him again. His hooded gaze cements that.
You gulp and nod your head before leaving for your apartment.
