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: WELCOME TO THE THIRD ARC!! It might not go the way people imagine, but please know that everything left open-ended in that last arc will be addressed with time. I promise. The kiss, the 'lie', the things that Tomoha said when drunk (about the Uchiha), the Umemoto clan, the Head Feudal Lord, those yellow eyes that the reader finds within the estate. There is a LOT and it will spin out of control by the end.
Now, who says you can't begin an arc with smut? :) ... with raunchy, explicit smut.
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[beginning of spring season]
Your body feels light, airy; fluttering like a feather in the winds of Spring. As snow melts away, the dews on budding flowers shine. Your mind drifts along with the petals, high in the sky and full of allure.
Two men encase you, your view brimming with muscles. Hooded gazes lust after every inch of exposed skin. Kisses melt upon contact. Hands roam and touch what they can grab. You recognize Madara in front of you as his lips eagerly devour yours, his fingers delving near your sensitive flesh to control your clit. Tobirama stands behind, licking and nipping your backside while he squeezes your lower cheeks.
You do not understand how you arrived at such a moment, but the lust is insurmountable that you accept the predicament.
Their lips travel, your body arching for more. You see the ache of their desire, proud and standing. Mesmerized, you inch forward until your lips seal around Madara's. He groans in the manner you love as he indulges in the warmth of your mouth. Many of times he has complimented your oral abilities with now being no different.
'Good girl. Suck on it.'
You do as commanded, slurping and sucking away at the head before allowing it to go deeper. Your jaw aches in response, but you ignore its plead for relief.
'That's right, use your mouth like the whore you are."
The sound of Madara commending your mouth always nourishes your lower lips with wetness. You become flooded, legs itching with movement for more. Thankfully, Tobirama spots your hunger and his fingers pull your labia apart to view your dew; they insert themselves inside and you flinch and moan.
The girth of his finger is not enough to satisfy the ache inside you, but he does well in maneuvering to that spongy spot inside. You shiver when he brushes by it, and when he detects your need, he brings a second finger inside to scissor and assault your tightness. Again, you moan and begin to roll into his incursion. The friction delights you, and all Tobirama can do is stare at your beautiful display of fervor.
Annoyed by your lack of attention on him, Madara pushes deeper into your mouth. You take it, choking and coughing until drool rolls down your face. You glance up at him, tears welling up from the lack of oxygen, and it makes him come undone. His salty release coats your tongue, and when he pulls out, the remnants spray on your face.
