Chapter Two~ Mine, Mine, Mine.

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The rough bed sheets turned yet again, as Twilight shifted to what seemed like another uncomfortable position.

It was a week after leaving the Inn, she and Madara had casted off to yet another destination further in the secluded mountains that were utterly deserted, so it had seemed.

"Mmm, Twilight... sleep." Her body didn't stop the banter of moving around uncomfortably, though. Even with Mad-chans drooling orders she's now grown immune to most of his commands.
"Hm, Mad-chan... I can't-I cant sleep." The little red-head whispered out in the cold darkened room they were both cementing them self in, not leaving the room if absolute necessary.

As to what Madara had wanted. (Possessive bastard)

Rolling on over to her side, he faced his everything.
Eyes dark and dangerous, so fueled by threats. Yet so cool and calm when they crash-land towards her very own.

"So it'd seem." Bending his neck deeper into the comforts of the fluffy pillow, he bent it to a sickening crack, slithering his body over to hers in seconds and pinning her down to the bed.

A shimmering spark went past his eyes and he watched her body calmly mold against his own, a confused look washing over her innocent face. Unaware of the pleasurable things he will so soon do to her.

Twilight's eyes sagged in tiredness now, the feel of him this close to her sent Twilight to a calm place. "Oh, uh, Mad-chan..." She whispered, gazing at him as best she could through her worn out eyes.

"Just... like that." And then she drifted off to her own blissful rest. He watched her, calm and collected.

"Mine." Leaning his weight down towards her own, Madara wrapped his cool arms around her small little frame, a small smirk twisting up his sides.

They both lay there, entwined against each other, both reaching the blissful climaxes of the night.

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"M-Mad-chan!" Twilight chattered, feverishly hot through the cold night. She stared right into his very own eyes, a deep red chasing past her face as the larger mans, much bigger frame, rolled above her own, thick muscles stretching to cover her from the moon's light that was sweeping through the tent.

Madara's lips parted in fascination, she looked so beautiful.
Her hair was flared all around the blankets they were concaved in, her green hazy eyes glazed with unnoticed want, she was horny, she needed to be touched.

Now.

"It- it aches Mad-chan, make it better," She pushed her body outwards, more towards his own. "make it better." Gasping when her body brushed against that hard thing that she always felt when Madara was touching her.

He growled then, eyes squinting watery, gaze still intact with her own. She wailed quite loudly, opening her legs wider and pulling her body hard against his own.

"No, Twilight, stop." He, as calmly as he could, stiffly spoke out. She wasn't ready, he couldn't take her in here, a tent no where closer to the destination he planned to take her.

Twilight didn't even know where they both stand in this relationship, she didn't under stand what the feelings she was having now were.

She whined, "Please, pleaseee Mad-chan!" Madara inhaled, her water like scent wafting through his nose. Maybe, just maybe he can do this for her.

It was like a blur of shadows, the next thing he could only really remember was Twilight shaking beneath him, crying out, begging him to do something.

He knew what that something was, he already knew by the way she bowed her body upwards, begging for the one thing she had not a clue of what was.

"You know," He rasped out, halting his sweaty movement of ushering his girth into her, the movement making her moaning rain out to crying in protest. "I-I don-" She squealed when he didn't like the way her sentence was going.

He rammed himself right into her vagina, long and hard. Madara stopped just as her eyes closed in bliss, her on pushes not keeping up with his quick easy movement.

"Say," He pulled completely out of her, breathless. She shriek out in protest. "In! I want it in!" Smirking, Madara did just that.
Shoving harshly into her, not stopping. He can barely hear her startled breathing, ragged pants. He can barely see her combust in tremors.

He can barely see that this is all a dream.
Flipping his head deeper into the pillows behind his skull, he shouted. "Twilight!"

"Mad-chan, you're hurting me." Twilight's own voice motioned, oblivious to the seeping warmth warming her open legs as Madara's come splattered over the sheets, through his loose pants.

Looking away from the ceiling, he gazed slightly up at her, not looking at the ceiling but up at realized that his hands were clenching her small hips, the growing weight, fleshy and so good under his killer hands.

She was perched snugly above him, his come covered cock rightly deflating, but from just looking at her again... he knew that the deflation wouldn't last very long.

He needs to tell her, weak or not... he knows that he needs to tell her.

"Twilight," Madara started, eyes searching her different ones. "I-I lo-" Turning away from her, he was a coward. A coward that came just from having a fucking fantasy, a supposed killer that was now hard all over again.

"Mad-chan, let me sleep." She didn't give him time to answer, for she lied her self fully above him, and went back to sleep.

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"Papa?" Surprisement and happiness washed over Twilights features, her father stood, barely ten feet away from the pair. Watching intensely at Madara's arm that was draped lazily over his daughters small little shoulders.

He couldn't believe it, he was reunited with his daughter, and by the looks of it, Madara had known where she was by the obvious connection they both shared now.

Anger drizzled up Zetsu's insides, that son of a bitch.

The large plant nin sped by, the earth seemingly chattering with his rage as he sent vines to sweep over the Uchiha's body. "I'll kill you!" Zetsu roared, an unmistakable rage that could not be supressed.

What the plant did not expect was the Uchiha to push his little girl furthest away from the two-man fight, her from barely grazed by the hand of Madara before she dematerialized by Mad-chan.

The pulsing vines pierced through the Uchiha's body as Twilight barely had the chance to see before she was laying on the solid snowy ground, thick ice trees surrounding her as her only warmth from the large layered clothing she had on, kept the shaking to minimal.

Reaching weakly towards what seemed to be a large tree root from the icy frozen ground, she used it to her advantage and leveraged her self up, tuning slowly out of her daze on what had just happened.

"How dare you!" Zetsu's eyes blazed with utter fury, that pathetic monster ridden beast! "You knew where she was this whole time! You went to her when I was searching to see if she was still alive!"
The vines seemed to have tighten their strength on the obviously stronger man, who did not utter one word until now. " La amo." The normal menacing voice of his swiveled over to a tonguesh Madara knew Zetsu had experience in.

"Liar!" Zetsu reacted quickly, minding his vines to let go of the Uchiha. "That's lies of a monster, a killer! You could never know what such is, unless you've changed, and you will never change Madara!"

By now Twilight had some what gained focus of the situation, Mad-chan had teleported her to another direction of the winter frost. Fear retched up her insides, Mad-chan could be hurt, she needed Madara...

She loved him.

The father of Twilight had a kunai to Madara's throat, eyes striking to kill.

Madara grew annoyed then, not one bit of fear from the plant. It was a known fact to all, that Madara was far stronger, and if the plant didn't snap out of his rage, Madara would show it.

"If so, why would I go as far as to fake such emotions. Its come apparent that I am now a dangerous being walking among this earth, how can you not comprehend that I would have killed you by now if it wasn't for her." Twisting a tighter grip on Madara, Zetsu suddenly let go, hearing the stamper of unfocused feet.

Clenching his teeth, the stronger man had a point.

The plant would have been dead by now, and the fact that Madara had teleported Twilight away from the fight, made it suddenly clear.
Tilting his head lazily, Madara watched as the thick bushes to the right madly flopped around, an obvious body trying to scamper through.

He knew that it was her, just by the loud ruckus she bloody made.
"Papa! Please don't hurt Mad-chan!" Madara gave an eye roll at that, of course the silly girl would try to intervene.

She burst through the bigger bushes, twigs and icy leaves plastered all around her body, wild eyes search to see if her Mad-chan was okay. "You can't hurt him Papa," Twilight had practically yelled, zooming right past the apparent victim to all this, and right up to her father, who seemed totally lost to the crisis.

The greatest Uchiha was just about to intervene and tell her to settle down a bit when she rang out again, making his pulse almost stop with his heart. "I need Mad-chan!" She was pretty much nose to nose with Zetsu.

but Madara didn't care about that. Not one bit, it was how she stated with desperation that she needed himself.

She needed him.

Uchiha Madara.

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Twilight smiled happily, as if what she had said hours ago didn't even happen.

Madara sat brooding against the wall, Zetsu not too far from doing the same thing. They both watched as Twilight interacted with konan and Pain, they were the only ones that had survived the war aside from Zetsu and Madara, but they weren't about to tell the oblivious Twilight that.

It was by the time they had all finished eating, Madara never releasing his gaze from Twilight as he kept her wrapped in a possessive body crushing, side hug.

Everything was good until, "Where's Itachi?" Twilight smiled at her for companions, her gaze unwavering and blissful. Today turned out pretty good.

Everyone sat silent, it was by the way Madara pushed her body even closer to hers did she seem to realized something was wrong.

"Twiligh-" Konan tried to speak, but was interrupted by Madara scraping his chair back loudly and bringing Twilight practically glued to him, out and away from the group.

"Mad-chan, where's my friend?" She questioned, so innocent and trusting to him. Like he's never once made her fear him.

Sighing, he brought his face down to her neck in hopes of making the sudden comfort stop her from asking again.

Sighing content, she snuffled her face to his wide shoulder, picking her nose gently by the bulging muscles. "Mad-chan." She whispered sleepily, forgetting all about Itachi, good.

But it wasn't good, Madara felt dirty, evil even.
He could have saved his nephew... but that he had been close to Twilight angered him.

He didn't get a wink of sleep the other night, his mind going over and over on thoughts. Over reading and determining the consequences of his actions. "Twilight.." Madara whispered, gently probing two thick digits just under her cup-able breasts that swayed from sleeping with out a bra.

"Hmm." She shuddered at the searching fingers, eyes tightly scrunched as her eye brows knitted together. "Mad-chan, what is it?" Closing his eyes, he pulled her body right up against his own, praying to what ever god that still may love him to not let him lose this one precious thing in life.

"Itachi.." He started, looking on as her eyes opened wide, clearly ready for information on her best friend. Sighing, he started up again, hating to see her sweet innocent eyes watch him trustingly.
"I let Sasuke kill Itachi." There, he said it. He may still be a coward, but at least he didn't lie to her about this.

Silence.

Her face twisted into one of pain, her body pulling its self slowly away from his gigantic frame, please don't go. He should have said it, but he didn't.

Madara watched as ash like tears streaked down her saddened face, she was breaking again, and it was all because of him.
Twilight opened her mouth to say something, anything.

"W-wh-" She couldn't make words now, it was just too depressing. But Madara knew her like a book, he cared for her immensely, loved her.

"Jealousy, annoyance." As soon as he said those two words, he wished he didn't. Madara wished he said them more caringly, to show her that he regrets it, maybe not for his own benefit but because he loves her so much he doesn't want her hurt in any way.

Six months

Twilight sat quietly by the steps of her new house, not thinking about the beautiful, serene scene in front of her. She was yet again in another home, far away from her father and anyone associated to the Akatsuki.

After what Madara had told her... she-she couldn't bare to see him again, how could he.

If Madara cared, he wouldn't of done such a heartless thing.
She cut all ties to konan and even Pein, they had all known, they had all sat by that table and watched her converse happily. She went teary eyed then, finding her chest to tighten unbearably.

She missed them though, she missed Mad-chan so much more. God, she was such a silly fool. Falling for someone like him, a man who could have saved her best friend.

Her breathing halted, a loud whistling then the stomping of loud footsteps froze her body, something bad was going to happen.
A shadow loomed over her tiny and all so weak frame, that she wasn't able to dodge the big hands that gripped her hair and shoved her of the steps, face first into the ground.

"Such a pretty little woman." A raspy voice that she had not once heard of rang through her ears like warning bells, oh god! Oh god!
Shaking from the inside out, she was too weak to struggle, she hadn't been eating much, hadn't been taking care of herself.

The obvious man behind her plastered himself to her rear, reminding her very much that this wasn't the barricade of a body that she loves, this wasn't Madara. The vile man at the back of her pulled one of his hands out of her nesty hair, groping around her body.

Hands slipping above her shirt and circling around to her breast, plucking the should be hardening peek. But she wasn't excited, she was revolted, disgusted.

That seemed to have angered the man for he pulled his other hand, that had gripped her hair, further into the ground.
She cried out then, her body realizing that she was being attacked, realizing that she was being harmed, but her body was too weak to absorb strength and do the disappearing act.

She blubbered into the ground, the sound of the rustling of pants easily to hear.

"Mmd-chin!" Her words were bare, something that not even the strongest ninja in the world could contemplate what had been said let alone heard, but he did.

Madara heard.

The man behind her disappeared as new arms that she some how knew were safe to stay in, wrapped around her crying body. "He won't hurt you again Twilight." Madara's voice hushed out, seeping out obvious untainted anger.

Disappearing them both, he pulled them into a new place.

Earlier the next morning

He had held her the entire time, feeding her a big meal, making sure she had a big enough part. He watch as she scolded her body right against his, he wasn't allowed to leave to go to the toilet unless he brought her in with him, he didn't care though, he came to her as soon as she uttered his name, his pet name.

Madara had sensed that she was in trouble and he didn't know how but he just knew he had to get to her quickly, and that's exactly what he did.

Surprisingly, he didn't kill the attacker slowly, simply knocked him out and sent a few of his own clones to deal with the pig, teaching him what its like to be unwittingly touched.

After that though, he made sure the clones acided the attackers skin before killing him, trust Madara, he could have done much worse.
They were both standing in front of each other, Twilights face enclosed to his chest as he lightly played with her ruffled hair, she still looked so sex able though, god, the though of someone hurting her made him reek of rage.

He should of dealt with the little fucker himself, cut his fucking balls off.

"Bath." The Uchiha stated calmly, slowly molding his hands up to her shoulders, easing any tenseness and slowly started to undress her.

He saw her nipples harden as he pulled them from their confinements, gazing adoring at her whole body, twisting a hand gently down her breasts with both thick rough palms.

"Ahh." Twilight bit her lip, eyes twisting shut and leaving all her trust to his hands, to his body, to his being. Any normal person would have been disgusted at any other contact after what had happened, but she knew this was Mad-chan, her Mad-chan.

"Twilight.." He whispered out as gently as he could before he dosed his manly hands slowly towards her shorts, her bony legs easing out of the jeans, so small again, he'll have to work on making her gain weight.

She whimpered at his violent hands, gently seeking any clothing that kept her away from him, she mewled at the way they pressed tightly into her skin, thoughts of when they'd shower together in the past, and he'd suck the flesh of her neck.

The bony red-head shrieked when his freakishly stallion form undressed the rest of her, not making any sign of undressing him self.

She didn't like that. (I know she's needy but it's just so HOT!)
Tears shredded down her eyes and the funny noises she had been making turned to whinging, she didn't want him to go, to leave her.
Madara easily under stood this.

"Shh, shs," He lowly murmured, petting her smooth back with his tough knuckles, watching as her tears subsided to small little sniffle, god how he wanted to take her upon this bench.

She reached her tiny hands to his tight tussled shirt, shakily trying to lift the shirt over his head, poor thing was still so weak and frail. She barely made the shirt lift at all.

"So small, fragile." Madara's sotto voced, easing his hands around her small ones and gently helping her lift the shirt, dazed and feeling so very teased by her. She made him feel so good.

When the shirt was off, Twilight was red faced and feeling so very hot at the close proximity of herself and Madara, they were so very latched to each other.

Madara grinned at her face, so hot and bothered.
Using the heels of his outsized hands, he pushed the rest of his pants off, his eyes watching Twilight cast her own aside, not watching his manly bits. Chuckling ominously, he shuffled closer towards her, if possible, and cupped both hands towards her bony cheeks.

It wasn't long ago when he had seen a healthy body grow from her.
The fleshy human curves that he had so lovingly fed to her were gone and replaced with thin bones and an even weaker body, he wasn't going to let her go.

Never again, Madara will make fucking sure of it.
stuffing her face towards his godly curved one, he hinted the embarrassment through them, she wanted to look, he could tell. She was curious about what the poky thing looked like.

The stiff erection that always seeped her cherished area.
"Look," Madara rasped out, pulling her head downwards so her eyes could get the full view of his pulsing shaft, her hands fling outwards. Up in the air in total shock and surprisement.

"touch it," He continued, smiling lovingly at the way her breathing halted and her eyes seemed to check him. "fondle it, little girl." Struggling to gaze up back towards him, from the angle he was pointing her head down, he smirked.

"F-fondle i-it?" She shuddered in ecstasy, his lowly chuckle booming around the bathroom he had placed them in, standing in front of each other.

His Uchiha eyes swirled, god this was so good. "Play with it."
Swallowing thickly, she timidly pulled out her hand, examining him.

It was like a stick, thick and long. If she cupped both hands around them, she thought, it wouldn't be small enough to fit though the circular hole. It was really big.

The untouched little lady had not a clue that Madara's anatomy would look so enticing and somewhat weird-looking. Mad-chans eyes grizzled out like a wild bear as her eyes searched the warm sacks hanging to his thighs, bushes of blood black hair sizzling over all veins and leaving yummy fleshy skin.

He was a master piece.

The head looked funny, but in some way it resembled a mushroom, the doodles head had a small little hole that weed out something white and watery, its head shiny and purple.
What did the purple mean?

"Why's it purple?" Her ruffled hair swayed slightly, making Madara hum at the sensation of colours that splinted through the glint of the light, different shades of red, and Madara appreciated that.
"It means that I need to release soon." He roughed out, eyes staggering towards her hands, watching them timidly squeeze and rub him in ways he could of never imagined.

Uh, fuck.

Pulling her hands away from his pulsating cock, she gazed quickly up at him, saddened. "Did I do ba-" Shaking his head harshly in no, he lifted her and entwined their bodies together, dipping into the warm liquid of the bathtub that was showered in floating red petals.

This was going to be special, Twilight had realized then. Something was going to happen... and she had a very good feeling that it was going to be so, so good.

"Mad-chan? Why are their petals?" She saw him place them in there, but she didn't ask him up until now, suddenly childly puzzled. Slowly pulling them into the water, she sat above his rippling abs, her hands gently plastered to his firm chest.

"Its for you." Was his only reply before he gave in and dipped her head down to his face, back against the slippery inside of the tub, cock pointing towards his snail trail, seemingly after the red heads movements.

She clumsily opened her mouth in surprise, giving him the chance to thrust his thick tongue in and search her mouth, tastes mixing and sharing each others scents. Twilight cried out when his hands untamed touched her body, powerful hands rubbing her breasts quickly before going below the gold mine.

Madara couldn't stop, fuck, he needed this.

He has to be inside her, now. The man down stairs couldn't stay purple forever.

Ripping his lips away from Twilight who gave a loud wail at his harsh advances to her body, he darkly spoke out, eyes shimmered to a cold red. "I'm so sorry Twilight." With that, he quickly took her hips and without even angling his cock, he thrusted all the way in, roaring at the sudden relief.

The small red-head cried out and snuffed her face to Madara's neck, crying out in pain and the thickness that wrapped up her insides.
"Ahh, Mad-chan, Mad-chan! No, it hurts! Pull it out!" She arched her back, head flinging backwards as she tried to roll her hips back, only plunging his shaft into tighter places.

Blood oozed around the once clean water, the bath splashing and splaying at Twilights advances to try to get out of the situation she was in, eyes rolling in pain as her head thumbed in blistering strength.

Madara gave a growl before he flipped and had Twilights back hit hard against the bath tub, bodies surrounded by bloodied water. "So-sorry." He rasped out, spreading her legs wider and wrapping them tightly around his narrow hips, cock piercing out of her passage way, before whipping back in.

More water washed over the edges of the tub by Madara's mad movements. Twilight Screamed out loud and latched herself tightly around Madara as the world around her spinned and flopped.
The pain some what subsided and something tight gravelled up her insides.

Her body started to tingle weirdly, stressing her body for something she wasn't too sure what was going to happen.

"Please, Mad-chan!" She yelped, his thrusting pulling him harder inside her swelling passage, her voice nothing but a whine for him to keep going. "I-I need to pee!" Her body coiled after the words left her mouth, eyes twitching and squinting up at Madara's hardened face. Eyes closed, lips breathing out a fiery steam of breath.

Her toes curled and she lost her breathing, a large tremor wrapping around her. She tightened her hold onto Madara, lifting as best she could with her body still being pierced by his doodle.

The little red heads exhausted body tried its feeble attempt at reaching the fast cock pumping man.

And she sent a soft, tender kiss to his cheek.

He suddenly stopped then, eyes slamming to her in fright, what had he done?

Twilights eyes closed, a content smile passing her lips before she went limp, Madara still inside her and hard.

"Twilight? Twilight?! TWILIGHT!"

Two days later

Her eyes blareily opened, casting her gaze weakly over to Madara's sulking frame by the bed. "I hurt you." He practically spat out, knowing that she was awake with out even turning.
He knew her so well.

She attempted to get up, but she was slapped back down again. Pain shocked through her, the stinging from the still sensitive vagina erupting in needle like pricks.

Madara was at her side in seconds, knees slightly parted as he leaned over her, eyes searching to see if she was okay.

His body was bare and unbelievably naked for only her eyes to see.
"I-it felt so g-ggood." Her small frame shriveled up brokenly, was he going to leave her for something that left her feeling so nice? He hissed in her face, angered by her answer, " I could have killed you! You were defenseless to me while I fucked you in that tub!" he roared.

Snapping his hands to her shoulders and shaking her as if she were a psychotic fool. It was strange, considering she had not once hurt a soul in her entire life. Him on the other hand, had.

The large man bit his lip, face turning away as he scorched it in frustration, no longer shaking her, belittling him self. The silk black hair of his swayed behind his shoulders as he shook. "I took your virginity, and I couldn't stop for you."Breathing out weakly, he whispered. "I wanted to come, I wanted to come so badly and make you pregnant. Make everyone in this god forsaken world know that you were all mine." His eyes turned back towards her, Madara looked so weak and fragile then.

"I wanted you to feel me fill you to the brim. To have my seed warm and sticky while you'd clench your legs to keep it from slipping out. So tight, so hot."She had heard enough, she felt warm down below her, this stickiness slowly slipping down her legs. Lust, Twilight was coming all over the bed sheets by his words.

Madara froze, smelling her scent, eyes watching her, shocked.
"I want you," She whimpered, the past few days of having slept kept the pain at bay, the pain was there, but not as bad. "place it in me. Make me pregnant." The Uchiha didn't have time before she pushed him on his back, his head flapping off to the edge of the king sized bed spread.

She lifted her body, unprotected. Him already being naked gave her the easy access, and with what had occurred the past few days made her know where to place the doodle.

"Gimmie." Her small little body slapped over his, her hands sweeping under her night-gown he must have placed on her, and went straight to her knickers, parting them to the side and pulling Mad-chans girth inside her, she gave a strangely moan, whimpering at this suddenly even better feel.

Madara watched the advances she did to his body, watched as she didn't even slip off her small little knickers before sinking tightly on to him. He growled, that dark side rising up to him, making him want to pin her down and fuck her tight pussy.

She wasn't too sure on what she was meant to do next, so she just followed the movements of rocking slowly back and forth, his thick length that was lodged so deep inside her, sliding against her little nub.

"Uh," Twilight huffed breathlessly, rocking a little deeper against Madara, not realizing she was just humping him instead of having full throttled sex. And this drove Madara crazy, he lazily watched her continuous slow movements, her head scrunched in concentration and bliss.

"Hm, Twili-ght,"He gulped, trying to suppress that need, that oh so, dark need. He stiffly grabbed her hips, altering her movements. The red-head above him gazed at him confused, and out of breath.

She opened her mouth to complained but Madara held his breath and lolled his hips upwards, watching his thick length appear, then vanish in to her depths. This action caused his muscled bound body to tense. "That's it, baby." Her Mad-chan grounded out ruggedly, pale face going slightly red, his eyes sweeping over to her face at their easy movements.

This wasn't just a quickie, it was something so deep and needy that she hunched over and wept her released, her toes curled and her eyes watered, their faces clashing and lips slamming against each other.

The little woman tried her best to follow the movement of his thick lips, hips still grinding and thrusting. Their bodies oh so, tightly connected and a never ending limb.

Picking up his movements, Madara gently rolled their bodies until she was under him, pressing himself a little harder into her, but not enough to cause her harm, she yowled at the new feeling, his doodle going to the very pits of her passage.

His spacious, broad frame, keeping her from seeing the ceiling of the bedroom, their eyes watched one another and her face twitched again, she felt heat smother her down and she bit her tongue to stop from yelling.

Madara watched this pass, smirking at her withering under him, the gown she was wearing bothered him, he flipped back to the heels of his feet, the cushiony bed squeaking now, his movements on her not once faltering as he continued his advances on sweating each other out, dick plunging in and out of her.

He swiped one hand towards the irritating gown, whipping it off with one long extended thick arm, before clutching her to his body again. "Ride me, baby." The greatest Uchiha watched as her body shuddered, her legs still tightly wrapped around him, shaking in release.

Those words sent her reeling to wonder land as she gave a startled scream and literally cried, her lover flopped on his back and started to pull her harder on to his girth like a rag doll.

"Yes, yes, YES!" She lowly cried out, her hands leaving his body and touching herself, oh god, she felt so naughty, so, so, naughty.
Bouncing on her Mad-chan, her fingers of her right hand slipped into her mouth as the deadly man watched from below her, eyes excited and dangerous. Twilights left hand fisted her hair, all the while Madara watched in delight, the show she was unaware that she was giving to him, was exquisite.

Shaking harder, the bed squeaked with Madara's push up movements before he slid his hands over Twilights breasts, the sensation leaving a tingle of wonders.

The pert, pale flesh turned pink as Madara groped each and everyone with attention, rubbing a rough thumb over her pearling boobs. "Hm, ah, ah, uh!" Her virgina squeezed around his cock, keeping the tight hold as she limply fell on him, crying harder at this amazing feeling, not coming just yet.

Gripping harder on his little lover, Madara sent her slamming to the bed, long and hard strokes rippling to her passage as the bed thumped with the movement, screeching at Madara's back and forth motion.

He cupped her face, swallowing her noises and he felt her suddenly scream aloud in release.

She couldn't believe this emotion, her whole body came alight as this squeezing feeling took over her, she cried, more tears pulling around her face. "Mmh-chin!"

Lips still locked, Madara having been the one to lead the way. Twilight slipped her small little tongue softly in his mouth, startled at the delicious taste. Madara gave one last hard roll into her before his stomach dropped and he was coming so hard he couldn't stop him self from saying. "I love you!"

Weeks later

"Sooo," Konan whispered out lowly, leaning in to the small little red-head perched on the bench, waiting for Madara to come back.

"Mh?" Twilight hummed, gazing at her friend, she had forgiven all of them, once again. Well... after Madara had pleaded her to do so. (More like demanded, or sex would be no more)

And Twilight loved rolling around in bed with her Mad-chan.
Rolling her eyes, the blue haired paper kunoichi smirked. "hows the big guy in bed." She sent her eyes over to Madara's bulky back by the kitchen. Twilight's lips parted, her eyes seemingly frowning upon her friend.

"I don't think I under stand Konan.." Playfully, Konan smirked wider at her little friend. "Is he super fast when you guys have se-" "Konan!" Madara barked out to the taller woman, glowering at her in annoyance.

"Leave Twilight alone." The smirk that was on Konan's face disappeared to a pleased smile. Oh, he was so hooked on the red-head.

Lifting her hands in surrender she trotted her way out of the kitchen, not before catching the gaze of the food that Madara had obviously made for his small lover.

So, so, hooked.

The blue haired woman disappeared behind the door of the new base they had made. "What a stupid embezzel, daft woma-" Sighing, Twilight picked up the puffy dango stick, its sticky substance rolling down her finger tips, inrapuring Madara's attention.

God, how they had went at it after the second dose of sex on the bed. He couldn't seem to get enough of her, and it was even greater now that he had come accustomed to her loving it rough.
"Mad-chan?" The small woman gazed timidly at her handsome knight, tilting her head to the side, passion welling down his body. "Baby." The larger mans eyes twisted to the Uchiha flame, thick body advancing to her.

Catching the mood, she shivered in need. "Mad-chan..."
And that's how they had ended up on the table, Mad-chan above her.

Gazing up towards him, she reddened at the looks he was sending her way. "So sexy, feel this baby?" Circling his naked hips towards her naked body, he growled like a starved lion. "Just like that baby, you get me so riled up."

Crying out, the little red-head moaned as the large man above her, pulled his thick probing cock into her fleshy lips, gently easing himself inside her. "Hmm, hm!" Pulling the little nose of her to the crook of his neck, she latched on to Madara as he swiveled his hips and began a wild pace of pulling in and out of Twilight.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." Her words were broken and teary, she couldn't handle the intense pleasure.

The table wrecked back and forth to Madara's thrusts, hips rolling shocks right into her core. "Ahh, yess, yesss, yesss!" She wailed, yelling out her release, unable to hold in anymore.

She came all over his enlarged cock, bodies so tightly mended together they didn't realize the kitchen door opening to a haunted looking Pain, eyes glued to Madara's fucked face as he hammered into his Conrad, unable to see the pistol of Madara's cock from the tight embrace the two lovers were so glued in.

Swallowing her mouth, Madara gazed at her, connecting their minds and showing her his weakness, his love and his everything.
All the pictures were all about her and him, interlocked.
Loved.

Pain, left with speed, catching one last glance of the intensity of their moment, the kitchen practically smelt of their need for each other.

They both came, her squealing the release he had inflicted on her, and him, biting into her neck so harshly that it intensified the consuming of the sex.

"M-mad-chan!" A red-head squealed out happily, crawling fainted heartedly away from a tall dark-haired man who lazily pinned her to the ground of the training area.

Smiling uncharacteristically, Madara sent a gently kiss to the woman who had faced him perfectly, not strong enough to even crawl away from him.

It was awhile after their sex drives finally eased back a bit, they were still at hit like rabbits, but it was at a more gently pace now.
Gazing down appreciatively to his woman, Madara caught the sight of the swell from her stomach. "I love you, Twilight." Giggling, Twilight gave her lover a little raspberry that sent a dark chuckle from his lips.

Their lips closed in on each other, but just as they were about to perfectly engulf each other, she said. "I love you too Madara."
They kissed, keeping a safe weight on her stomach.

A baby will be born.