AU in which Madara and obito are two seperate people, and Madara has regained his youth, both are working in the Akatsuki. Takes place instead of ch 13 & 14
"Madara." Zetsu's voice cut through the darkness of his room as the plant in question phased through the floor and into his bedroom. The man in question was currently draped backwards on the bed, his booted feet firmly on the floor as he gave an irritated groan. His arm across his tired eyes.
"What." He snapped in irritation as he slowly sat up, his hands coming to rest on the edge of the bed. His foul mood seemed to cause the plant to hesitate slightly.
"We have been observing the woman as you instructed. We believe she may be of some use to the plan."
"Oh?" This had his attention. The woman had caught his eye after her earlier display. He'd only seen one other Inuzuka display that kind of strength before. The faded sting in his chest at the reminder of her made him grimace with displeasure. He shifted on the bed again, resting his elbows on his knees as he linked his hands together before his mouth, waiting.
"It seems that she harbors ill intent for Konoha, which could be useful in our attempts to secure the Kyuubi in the future."
"She also has an immunity to Genjutsu which will help with the Sanbi."
"Interesting...any idea why?" Madara contemplated this information. Any help when it came to the tailed beasts was always welcome. Though he could control them on his own it was just easier to have multiple teams able to gather them.
"She underwent extensive psychological torture at the hands of Konoha. According to the male, Konoha stole something of great importance that drove her insane. He managed to get her back in working order though."
"Hmm..." The man pondered this further, one of his hands coming up to scratch along his jaw. The ability would definitely come in handy when capturing the Sanbi, but he wasn't fond of the idea that she could use it against him. Not that he couldn't kill her through other means. Still, the more loyal to his plan the better chance of success, and if he couldn't secure her loyalty through influencing her mind...Madara grinned slightly. Well, he knew other ways.
"And what of the man?"
"Of no consequence. Other then being able to stabilize her mental facilities."
"Although he also bares resentment towards Konoha, I don't think he would agree with the plan. He doesn't have...the same qualities the Flower does." This had him raising another brow.
"Qualities such as...?" Shiro seemed to shift uncomfortably for a moment, and he didn't miss the light dusting of pink that coated the white zetsu's face. That irritated him immensely. He couldn't have Shiro falling in lust with the girl. Not when he had plans to win her Loyalty.
"I'm waiting..." He ground out between clenched teeth as he crossed his arms over his chest firmly.
"S-she's like you." This had him pausing. Impossible, there was no one left alive, like him. Nobody who could understand what he had lost. Those shattered bonds were a weight on his heart that would never go away. He doubted she could feel even a fraction of his hatred for Konoha. could never understand even a fraction of his greif. Madara doubted she could even understand the soul crushing loneliness that plagued every beat of his war torn heart. He almost felt disgusted. She was nothing but a little girl who understood nothing about the worlds pain and suffering. He was honestly considering if this endeavor was even worth his time. If she were truly strong it would be another matter entirely.
"What the Idiot means is, she has suffered greatly at the hands of Konoha, as you have. I do not understand how deeply that suffering runs- only that it was great enough to completely shatter her mind- and she was strong enough to come back from it. I've seen one of her moments, Madara...She's afraid of hurting someone who doesn't deserve it...I don't think I've ever quite met a human like her. " That placated him for now, piping his interest further, but he would make his own conclusions about the woman.
"And her ninken?" He questioned, crossing his ankles as he leaned back to rest against the mattress. Given her bright gold eyes, he knew she was of the Okami bloodline, and so for her divine wolf not to be anywhere nearby? Something was deeply wrong with that. The Okami were notoriously proud of their Divine Cousins...he really needed to go check in on Konoha...
"We haven't been able to locate it. Nor any items associated with one throughout the base." "Everyone's been pretty tight lipped about it, but nobody's really mentioned it either."
"Strange...keep looking. An Inuzuka without a Ninken is unheard of. I'll observe the girl for now, see what I can learn. Dismissed."
As Zetsu turned to leave, he seemed to pause for a moment.
"Sazu-chan is headed for the bath house. She has no qualms with bathing with the same sex, although she does flush rather nicely if you can trigger her modesty. Now would be a good time to meet her." And then he was gone, leaving a scowling Madara to his thoughts. With a huff of irritation, he pushed himself up off the bed. One hand came to run through his long shaggy black hair before he unlaced his red lacquered plate armor, letting it drop to his bed. Next came the wrappings binding his pants to his legs, then came the black over shirt that split into a V at his waist. He stripped, going to his closet to remove the deeb black bathing robe, tying it loosely closed at the waist, the top falling open to hang loosely to expose his broad chest. Madara chuckled softly. Here he was, an Ancient Warrior from the past, going to seduce a 27 year old woman. He grabbed his sake basket, swinging by the kitchen to grab a few bottles, before making his way down the hallway to the baths.
Madara padded silently into the steaming room, sitting his sake in the warmer as stepped into the shower to clean himself. He could hear the soft whispering movements of someone entering the bath, and he shuddered. It'd been so long since he'd even thought about being with a woman. Longer still then he actually had been with one. It was never really one of his priorities. Madara half wondered if he had settled down while Izuna was alive, if he would have walked a different path. He exhaled through his nose as he shut the water off. His long spikes loose, water dripping from his hair as he moved from the shower and scooped up his basket. Collecting the sake and two cups, He took a deep calming breath, and stepped into the hot spring.
Sazuko had her back to him, stretching forward as she did her best to pull the kink from her back with a curse. Groaning in frustration she slid into the ledge she'd been stretching against with a huff. Tilting her head back, she tucked her long brown hair over her shoulder, slowly running her fingers through the mess of curling waves. Madara felt himself hum in satisfaction at the sight. He always appreciate a beautiful woman, it was one of his favorite things, next to a good fight. Madara found the female form beautiful- the way they looked so delicate, but could be oh so deadly. The elegant curve of the back as it arched so pleasantly under him. The sway of a womans bossom as he pumped into her core. The texture of soft, supple flesh under his hands...'Mm, yes.' Madara's grin only grew wider as he chuckled quietly to himself. He loved the female form, and hers was pleasant to look at.
He seemed to startle her out of her thoughts as he slid into the ledge beside her sideways, his back resting against the corner. He placed one of his long legs on the ledge, the other touching the bottom as he sighed. The bamboo basket floating between them as he brought the arm against the ledge up and rested his temple against his knuckles. The warmth spreading throughout his body was pleasant, and he found himself slightly closing his eyes, resting his black hues on her startled form. He'd left room between them so she wouldn't feel crowded. He was pleasantly surprised by the pout that graced her lips.
"That is so not fair..." The slight whine in her voice made him chuckle lightly as her eyes raked down his exposed chest. Madara felt a small thrill of pride. He knew he was attractive, took pride in that fact. But it still amused him to no end when someone took the time to appreciate that fact.
"What, isn't fair, girl?" His voice was a dark rasp of a timber, almost arrogant sounding, she could hear the amusement in his voice which made her stick her tongue out at him slightly. She almost didn't say it out of spite, before grudgingly mumbling out.
"That you look as good as you do. Obaa-sans generation was lucky indeed..." Madara snorted in amusement.
"It's a blessing." He retorted dryly, a wide grin tugging at his usually impassive face.
"It's a fucking crime is what it is...tragic, truly tragic." Her dry response had the grin breaking out across his face. Oh yes, she was a spitfire, he liked that. It presented itself as a challenge to him, and Madara loved a good challenge. Reaching over to the basket, he poured them cups of Sake, drifting hers to her over the water. Hesitatingly she accepted, turning around so she mirrored his position, the soles of their feet nearly touching as she laid her head back against the warm stone with a sigh, slowly draining the cup.
"Pulled muscle?" He questioned lightly, tipping the red dish back slightly, he hissed at the burn. He never had a taste for the drink, but he did occasionally indulge. Still, this sake was better then what they used to serve when he was growing up.
"Ah...yeah. Kind of..." She murmured as she slowly rolled her shoulder in response, shifting her position to get more comfortable.
"Poor sleep, then?" He felt the way the water moved as she tensed slightly. The grimace on her face had him pouring her another cup. She looked pained before her face forcefully relaxed and she dismissed his question likely.
"Something like that...." His eyes narrowed slightly at that. He wasn't used to being dismissed, and he didn't like it. He wanted to see inside her head, to see how deep that pain ran, to see how deeply her suffering had shattered her soul. He wanted to break her down and build her up and see for himself this strength Zetsu spoke of. Madara's Sharingan slowly spun to life in his left eye, his thick curtain of sloping bangs covering it. But he could see just fine through the hair. His face slid back into the mask all Uchiha were known for, although his own held a commanding air about it. He wanted to see how far he could push her...
"A nightmare...perhaps...A...memory?" The Sake cup cracked in her grip as she pinned him with a hard stare. Golden eyes swirling furiously as she slowly barred her teeth at him. A challenge it was. His own lips curled up in a slow grin as he growled right back at her. He could taste the bloodlust radiating off of her, and it excited him in a way a fight hadn't since he'd killed Hashirama. She was no match for his physical prowess, but he respected the fact she thought she could try. She was strong, no doubt. But she wasn't a god, not like him. He watched the way her body was starting to quake, and he found himself leaning forward slowly in anticipation.
"I would love to know what...exactly...Konoha....took from you..." Her body coiled as her freezing killing intent spiked harshly, it sent a shiver down his spine in pleasure. The glare she was giving him, the sheer hatred contained within those depths, the blind uncontrolled rage brimming, threatening to over flow as her chakra began to coil visibly in the air. But what had him inhaling sharply, was the pain curled up tightly behind those depths. The kind of pain that leveled empires, destroyed governments. The kind of soul searing pain that comes from losing the most precious thing in the world to you. If Sazuko Inuzuka had been born an Uchiha, he had no doubt he would be gazing into the eyes of the most beautiful Mangekyō Sharingan to ever have existed. As it was, her golden hues were swirling, nearly glowing with the intensity of their color. Madara swore he could dig out her eyes and sell them as currency. He found himself breathing the words out slowly as both his Mangekyō Sharingan swirled to life to burn the image into his brain.
"Exquisite....such beauty in those eyes...." Madara's body coiled as he prepared to strike. Those eyes were eyes that promised death upon whom ever pushed her further. Madara wanted to see her shatter. The vicious warning growl that ripped from her throat was ignored as she slid into a crouched stance. He could feel the chakra in the water thrumming with her agitation.
"Who did they take, Sazuko? What is the name of the person they stole from you?" His voice was nearly a husky purr as his blood thummed with the thrill of the hunt. He didn't want to kill her, and he knew he wouldn't hurt her. That wasn't the point of this. No, it was a challenge he would win, and then he would claim her. He knew the courtship ritual by heart. Had prepared for it once before. Before, he had been young and stupid. Now, he knew better. This time he would win. Her cold, dead voice echoed through the chamber as she responded.
"His name was Yemon no Reihai. And you have no right to mock what I have lost." He hadn't even seen her form the hand seals, as eight large dragon heads made of water erupted around him. Madara grunted as he was caught off guard, his breath escaping him in bubbles as they drug him under. Before his water release overpowered hers and he broke free, pushing himself to his feet quickly, he raised his arms to catch the kick she had threw at his head when he came up for air. Madara grunted from the force, taking one step back as he pushed forward, making her kick off him. He exhaled a slow breath as he grounded himself. This time when she threw a crescent kick at him, he grabbed her leg before yanking her off balance and sending her plunging into the water below. Using her palms to push off the bottom, Sazuko sent another spinning kick towards his head, causing him to drop her other leg in order to block. The force made him grit his teeth as his forearms stung from the impact. Sazuko landed on top of the water, pushing off the palms of her hands to slide back a few steps as he lowered his arms slowly. His red eyes were narrowed in appreciation, a true slow grin spreading across his lips as he shuddered in anticipation for her next move.
The thing about fighting an enraged opponent was, they tended to use up way too much chakra, exhausting themselves quickly. They also ended up being scarily accurate with their attacks, since their rage gave them a single minded focus. He could taste the unrestrained fury on his tongue. The sheer force of her killing intent had changed, from an icy cold to a raging inferno. Her chakra bubbled under the weight of her agonized rage, and Madara shivered when it caressed across his senses. His own chakra bubbled with something akin to pleasure. Madara's eyes focused solely on her, as once more he didn't see the hand seals, and the massive water dragons were roaring back. This time he was prepared. His Sharingan allowed him to sidestep the attacking constructs of water with ease as he seemingly flash stepped into existence behind her. Sazuko didn't even have time to turn around before he had her pinned face first against the water. One hand held both her arms behind her back as his palm slowly slid up over her stomach, between the valley of her breasts to cup her throat in a firm but tender grasp. His thumb resting under her jaw as he applied a light pressure with his fingertips. His head lowered slowly, his lips brushing the cusp of her ear as he murmured softly to her.
"Cry out your suffering unto me....for I am your God, and my retribution will be swift against all those who have wronged you....bare your soul to me, Sazuko...Submit unto my Mercy, and entrust your pain to me....Let me see it all, so I can burn it all to ash....Show me the truth of you, Oh sweet Bishamonten...So that I may lay the world at your feet..." Her body tensed with each word as he slowly trailed kisses down the side of her jaw, and along to the back of her neck where her mating bond lay where he placed his final firm kiss. He could feel her shaking in his hands as he slowly released her arms, his own coming to curl around her waist, the other hand still on her throat as he pulled her into his body. Her quiet gasps as she fought against his hold slightly made him chuckle, before he whispered low and sweetly into her ear.
"Please, sweetling...submit unto me...for you...are mine..." The slow press of his teeth into her brand, the hot lash of his breath sending shivers down her spine. The hot feel of his lips as he kissed the back of her neck so tenderly broke her resolve. He could feel it in the choked gasp that shuddered it's way up her body, in the way she slightly curled in on herself with shaking limbs. The soft whisper of her voice made him close his eyes as he exhaled slowly against the back of her neck.
"I...submit...unto you..." A slow grin spread over his face as he pulled her body closer to him, slowly standing up to turn her around in his arms. His one arm pressed firmly to her lower back, the other slowly sliding up her back to tangle lightly in her hair as he slowly lowered his forehead to hers. His eyes were wide with unbridled desire, the heat of the fight quickly turning into another kind of heat. His thumb slowly stroked the side of her cheek as he lowered his lashes to gaze down at her. She was shorter then him by a few inches, something that made him chuckle. He was used to most women being shorter then him, not nearly the same height. His lips hovered above hers, so close his hot breath ghosted into her mouth, bringing with it the taste of tea leaves and thunderstorms. Sazuko's body slowly tensed as he held her in place, the seductive grin slowly taking over his lips as he gazed down at her left her panting for breath from the sheer intensity of his gaze.
He wanted to laugh in delight at the slow dark blush ghosting across her cheeks as her lashes lowered over pools of gold. Her pupils were thin pinpricks in their depths. Her lips parted on a gasp as she caught sight of the smoldering lust banked in his gaze, and Madara's eyes widened just slightly. That was a sound he hadn't heard before. That innocent sigh held the barest hints of a whine. A simpering plea as he held her there that he wanted to devour. He controlled the ripple of muscle that wanted to shoot from his core by sheer force. His eyes darkened with more desire then he wanted to contain, but still he did not move, until she was shaking in his arms, her toes and fingers curling from the thick tension he had coiling in her body. Not until he heard another one of those soft, delectable whimpering sighs slip from her lips. Madara was on fire the moment his lips touched hers. His hand painfully tight in her hair as he pressed her further into his body. The heady breathless moan that bubbled up from her throat and into his waiting mouth had the hand on her lower back gripping tightly into the towel as he pressed into her, slightly bowing her over his arm as he deepened the kiss.
Madara's kiss was intense. It was an inferno scorching the earth around it and annihilating everything in it's path. It was a heat that rivaled the Great Fireball, and sent molten fire down into her core as her legs nearly gave out. That caused him to break the kiss slowly with a dark amused chuckle. He left her breathless, her hands tangled in his bathrobe lapels as she looked up at him with darkened narrowed eyes as she tried to catch her breath. The lust contained within them had him hissing in a breath as he grinned darkly. Sazuko's brow furrowed slightly as she lunged up and lightly nipped his lower lip, pulling it into her mouth with a slow, teasing suck that had him growling in possessive warning before his hands were a vice around her thighs, jerking her up into his arms and firmly settling her legs around his waist.
Madara settled his hands under her ass cheeks, his fingers squeezing into the soft flesh and leaving indents in his fingers as she kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth to meet his head on as her arms wrapped around his neck. Madara quietly groaned into her mouth as his tongue quickly overpowered hers, his tongue nipping the appendage in admonishment. He slowly sank them back into the warm water below as he carried her back to their ledge. Madara prided himself on his excellent control, but the longer she kissed him like this- deeply, stroking her tongue against his own slowly, her soft lips molding with his as he quickly took back over. Sazuko found herself quickly overwhelmed as the same intensity of his passion crashed over her, Sazuko whimpered into his greedy mouth and he relished the sound. Breaking the kiss quickly Madara sucked in deep breaths as he caged her in his arms, turning around to half lay her over the bath's rim, her elbows digging into the sand. He slowly tugged the towel away from her, his upper body leaning over her as his eyes slowly traced every exposed inch. He hissed his approval.
"You are perfect...My dear you look...delicious..." Sazuko's blush darkened as her body slowly arched with the movement of his hands. They started at her ankles, his fingertips firmly grasping her calves, sliding up over the inside of her thighs, settling firmly on her hips where he gave a slow, firm squeeze before slowly sliding up her sides. One hand came to rest beside her head, supporting his weight, as the other settled softly over her throat. Madara snarled at the look of pained rapture as she arched below him. She was touch starved...The way just the ghost of his touch had her shivering told him as much. Madara felt his wolfish grin become something downright sinister. Something dark and devious coiled in his gut as he chuckled darkly above her, oh he was going to love this...breaking her apart beneath his hands. He relished the slow silent moan that slipped from her lips as he slowly trailed his nose down the side of her neck. His other hand coming down to firmly hold her hip in place, as his nose trailed down her clavicle, his lips slowly pressed into the flesh there, and Madara's head snapped up in startelement at the breathless whisper of utter devotion escaped her.
"Mmm...?" His body stilled as he studied her. What had that...? It'd been so quiet, he couldn't hear the words. But the sheer innocence, that soft growing need, the utter reverent worship of that sound had been uttered as soft as a prayer, and his senses went into over drive as he wanted to hear it again. His body burned for it, his control strained under the weight of his desire.
"Again..." Came the dark command that tolerated no resistance. His hand on her hip gripped tighter as he slowly lowered his head back down to her neck. His eyes never left her face as the tip of his tongue slowly pressed down on the spot, sending a spark of hell fire through her gut that had her body pressing oh so sweetly against his. The moment his lips wrapped around it, he saw the change as the muscle in her clenched jaw rippled, her body flushed with arousal. Her throat vibrated against his lips in crumbling restraint as she tried in vain to contain it. It was in the way her nails bit into his arms as she gripped his biceps with an iron grip. It was in the submission of her eyes as they closed, tears pooling at the edge of her lashes.
"Madara..."
It was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, and Madara saw white. He swore she was a Kami in that moment. The sinful way his name dripped off her tongue was unholy in it's utter devotion. The way her mouth formed the words had his fingers digging into the ground beside her head, seared him through his core with such force he shuddered against her. The dark, violent malstrom that ripped through him from the sheer purity of the plea had his whole body clenching taught as he desperately fought for self control. The sheer musical rapture contained in that breathless moan of his name that sounded like it belonged in a temple. And Madara would be damned if he wasn't here to worship. He couldn't contain his own, soft moan that she managed to rip from his very soul. He was painfully hard against her. As her eyes opened slowly, the tears fell. And the look of utter adoration and fear contained in the face she made, only darkened the furious primal possessive urge coiling around his heart painfully worse as he hissed out a curse, his teeth roughly nipping the spot as his control shattered.
"Fuck....Again, Sazuko...Say my name like that again, and don't fucking stop..." His heart quivered with the force of his emotions as he bit harder, roughly sucking on the flesh caught between his teeth. Leaving his mark, with a trail of sharp love bites that left her following his command breathlessly. Each whimper was a soothing balm on his soul that he never wanted to end. He hates the way shes making his control slip through his fingers. But he loves the way she's burning through his veins with each sound. Loves the way she's ripping it from him, stoking the very fire of his heart. The only reason he's not already pounding away inside of her is only because he wants to hear what other sounds he can wrest from her control.
Madara loved foreplay, loved the slow building tease that drove him insane. Loved the control he had over his partner. Nothing was more satisfying to him then seeing them break in his arms. Madara wanted...no- craved- to make Sazuko shatter until she was a moaning, whimpering mess that was begging for him. He would accept no less then her complete and utter surrender. His dark love bites echoed his possessive trail over her breasts and down to her stomach before his tongue was trailing a scorchingly hot trail down to her navel. Sazuko hissed as if she were being tortured. His lips quirked into a slow grin, his hand coming to slowly raise her leg to his shoulder. Sazuko actually whimpered at the devilish grin spreading on his lips as he teasingly nipped his way up her calf and to her inner thigh.
"Mmn...To whom do you belong, Sazuko?" His lips slowly traced a trail of kisses against her flesh. Each touch of his lips had her thighs quaking in his grip, he only grinned wider, as she moaned oh so sweetly for him.
"I belong...to you...Madara...." Madara hummed his approval, before he was suckling on the flesh, making her jolt from a mixture of pleasure and pain. His teeth left imprints as he suckled harder, bruising the flesh a deep purple as he laid his claim. His eyes were pools of crimson as he trailed sloppy wet kisses across her thigh.
"I'm the only one...Sazuko...who gets to see you like this....to make you like this. You belong to me now, Sazuko. Don't forget that." Her quite murmur of acceptance was all he needed before he began sucking on another tender spot on her inner thigh. The barked curses he brought from her lips made him grin and bite harder as he switched legs. His hand slowly trailing down to her glistening core. He was glad he wasn't wearing his gloves for this. Madara had to adjust his grip on her, leaning down on his elbow as his palm pressed her firmly down as it splayed out over her stomach.
"Ah...look how wet you are for me, Sazuko...I'm not even done with you yet..." He murmured as the tips of his fingers slowly slid over her clit, causing her hips to twitch under his hand. It made him grin at how sensitive she was. His head dipped down to nip one of the dark bruises on her thighs, causing her to gasp and shudder. Two of his fingers slowly worked inside of her core. Madara originally attributed the tightness to mean he needed to prepare her more, but when his fingers brushed against her maidenhead, his fingers paused to slowly brush the pads of his fingers against it. Lust blossomed from him in waves as he managed to fight back his control. He'd definitely have to prepare her. Madara braced his hand against her core, his thumbs stroking slow circles along her clit as he slid up her body slightly. Tender kisses trailed her cheeks as he paused to murmur against her lips reverently. It was the only indication he would give her that he was honored to claim her. Madara struggled to contain the overwhelming emotions wracking through his body, and he cursed as it leaked out into his voice.
"This will hurt, but I'll make it better real soon, okay Koi? Just bare with me..." He murmured before kissing her deeply to distract her. He'd had enough experience with the female body that he knew how to work its deepest chords. Each woman was like an instrument to him, and he loved learning how to play. His thumbs moved to slow firm circles that had her writhing under his hand, uttering soft whimpers that he greedily swallowed down. At the next arch of her hips, Madara pierced her maiden head with his fingers, swallowing down the pained cry by deepening his kiss. Her body was taught under his as she clenched iron tight around his fingers in a way that had him moaning into her mouth from sheer lust and desire. Her nails bit heavily into his shoulders as he turned his head slowly, catching her tears with his lips.
"Shh...that's a good girl. Kami, the way your gripping me right now...Sazu-ko...You are divine..." Madara rested his forehead against her temple as he murmured darkly into her ear. He loved the flush coating them, grinning at the shy moan that came out when he nipped it. He worked his fingers slowly, delving deeply inside of her to prod around for her sweet spot. She had her face his behind her hands as she tried to muffle the choked moans he was beginning to finally wring from her lips. He growled softly at her.
"Hands down, Koi. Let me hear you...Let me see you....Oh fuck you're such a good girl. Mnn keep moving, just like that...tell me how good it feels Sazuko....tell me how to touch you Koi..." He purred into her ear as she shakily dropped her hands. Her face was tormented bliss as her lips parted on his name. Ah, there was the spot he was looking for. Madara grinned evilly as he nipped her ear lobe again, trailing soft kisses down her neck as he started to rapidly curl his fingers against it. Madara felt his heart explode with adoration and pride as she sank her nails into his back, her arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly as she cried out passionately against his throat. Madara shuddered from utter delight at the echoing cry that had her hiding her face in his hair with an embarrassed whimper. He grinned evilly as he slowed his fingers down slowly. noting the way her body tried to wriggle for more friction, he tightened his grip on her hip to make her still.
"Mnn...Tell me Koi, what is it you desire...? Tell me where you want me to touch you...show me..." He coaxed her lightly, the dark lust burning in his eyes growing ever more potinent. Oh, the embarrassment coating her cheeks was adorable in its futility as he growled encouragingly at her, he felt his patience wane.
"Beg for me, Sazuko...I want you to beg me to satisfy you. I want you to beg and plead and cry for me to touch you..." Sazuko swore under her breath as she turned her head to face his, her forehead resting lightly against his own as she bit her lip in frustration. She knew exactly what he wanted from her. Sazuko let out a long frustrated whine as she gave in to him. Madaras grin was breathtaking in the way his eyes glittered with delight as the first moan escaped her lips.
"Madara please..." His take chuckle had her gritting her teeth as she pressed her cheek to his. Another soft whine leaving her throat as his lashes lowered darkly.
"Please what? Tell me what you want, Sazuko...." He purred into her ear as she arched her hip into his hand.
"Fuck! Please....Touch me harder...Kami Madara please...I-I..." Sazuko growled her frustration as her hand tangled in his long black hair as she pulled his head closer. The dark, husky whisper she moaned into his ear had him beyond painfully hard at that point. Madara had to close his eyes against the absolute unholy delight that wracked his body. Her voice was pure lust and desire for him, and it broke him, made him tremble in pride.
"I want you to brand yourself upon my body with every touch, every kiss, and then I want you to take what is yours...I want to feel you...Oh Kami...Madara I need you...I need to feel every inch...." Madara closed his eyes in amazement. His throaty dark chuckle sending shivers down her spine before the dark foreboding look- a promise of the hell to come- had her freezing in terror at the slow sadistic grin curling on his lips. Sazuko's heart stopped in her chest as she looked at him, before it beat painfully against her ribs. It wasn't a fear of him, but rather what he was going to do to her. The feral grin that spread over his lips was down right predatory. It was the deepest she had ever heard his voice, the hairs on her body stood on end. The voice he spoke with told her exactly how evil this man really was. Sazuko looked this legendary creature before her dead in the eyes. And she knew, she had royally fucked up.
"I have went to the temple of Yomi to pray for salvation, and thought I had summoned a god...But what awaited me upon the alter was not a God, but a glorious fallen angel- the devil Himself made flesh...but kami help me...I think I've fallen in love with him...."
Sazuko's breath came out in intoxicated gasps as her body shuddered under the weight of that gaze. The dark growl of approval pinning her in place. The lust filled gaze was pure molten gold and Madara felt his veins boil with heat. Desire pooled in his spine as he watched her chest rise and fall under the weight of his stare. He watched the sweat pool at the hollow of her throat, dripping slowly down her body in enticing drips. Madara saw other things in her eyes that left him breathless, the weight of her own gaze was a dark promise of fidelity to him that made his heart clench in gratitude. The dark blossom of love was forming, and Madara swore she would be the death of him if she kept looking at him like that. Tears glittering on her lashes, her pretty little lips parted, swollen from his kisses. Her eyes dark pools of reverence- like he was the only man in the world to her- that lit him aflame in ways he hadn't been in years. Made him feel things he hadn't felt in years.
He never wanted her to stop looking at him like that. Like he was the whole reason heaven and earth moved. That he was something More to her then just a mate. Sazuko Inuzuka was staring at Madara in a way that made him feel 15 and clumsy all over again. Madara could barely contain the pleasure wracking through his body at her words. His eyes closed as he clenched his jaw harshly, his hand sliding from her hip to cup the side of her face like she was the most precious thing in the world. Madara's heart dropped as the thought came unbidden to him, and he quietly sucked in a breath at the shocking warmth that bloomed in his cold dead heart. Sazuko almost moaned at the look of warmth that softened his eyes, at the tender touch as he gave her a light chaste kiss that carried the weight of the world behind it, his thumb caught the tear that fell for him, as she accepted the implications behind it. She knew it would seal her fate in the way that dark look returned to his eye before he was lowering her fully down.
"And who...my dear...is this wicked creature you have fallen for...? I would very much...like to meet him..." His fingers flexed deeply inside of her, as he slowly slid his fingers out, making her watch as his long thick tongue trailed over his soaked fingers, he licked her juices with lust blinded eyes. His free hand coming up to grab her thigh dragging her body closer to his. He draped the leg over his hip as he crawled his way up her body in a slow prowl. Towering over her, his hand stopped it's path long enough to loose the tie holding his robe together. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her, placing her dripping wet folds against his iron hard cock. He hissed at the burning heat that radiated from the contact. His hands bruisingly digging into her hips with a force that left her gasping. Madara cursed darkly under his breath as he firmly began to grind against her. Dropping his head to her neck, he prompted her answer with a deep bite that left her rocking her hips back against him in pleasure. The choked adoration in her moan had him clenching his eyes shut as he gave a particularly hard roll of his hips against hers. It was divinity in a word, the way she said his name with such wanton desire and need had him cursing adoration into her ear.
"Mm-Madara...U-uchiha!"
"Fuck...Fuck...Sazuko! Kami I have stumbled upon something unholy within you...No seductress should ever have such power to unravel a man by the sound of her voice...If I am the Devil then You are my Sacred Bride, and I will gladly lead you to the altar to carry you into temptation. I will stain your soul with my love, Sazuko. And I will Never. Let. You. Leave." The primal vow of his confession was spoken through clenched teeth as he buried himself within her in one fell swoop. The silent scream of passion vibrated from her throat into his as he kissed her, giving her just a moment to adjust to his size, before he was dragging her hips up to roughly slam into his. She would have bruises everywhere from his love making. The choked sob of pleasure had her nails dragging down his spine at his slow, brutal place. Each thrust hit against her sweet spot, making her hearing vanish and white to flare across her vision as he sheathed himself fully inside of her. Her back was arched over his arm as he leaned back slightly, pulling her form with his as both his arms wrapped around her waist. Her legs wrapped around him as he widened his stance slightly. His lips greedily suckled against her throat as he began bouncing her on his lap. The slap of flesh as her ass hit his knees was music to him, and he found himself moaning into her neck softly as her core shuddered around him.
The moans he wrested from her only excited him further. They were deep and breathy- Each one dragging in a gasp of air before being forcefully exhaled with the power of his thrusts. Madara was not a gentle lover. He could be, but only for so long before his passion overtook him. Lust drove his every movement, her every sound driving the inferno to blaze higher. It was unfortunate for her that he had such good stamina, because she would be a senseless fucking wreck long before he came. Then again, with the way she kept tightening around him with each thrust, it might just do him in. Madara cursed as his hand came up to grip the back of her neck as he picked up his pacing. His half lidded eyes watched the way her breasts bounced against his chest, before they screwed shut in a curse as she found his rhythm. Sazuko rolled her hips into his thrusts, drawing deep throaty moans of his name into his ear that only served to make coils of lust burn in his belly.
"M-Mada-ra! Ahn! don't stop...please...it feels...soo...good..."
"Just like that baby...Ooh mmn...Keep moving your hips, right there...Fuck! Kami why are you getting so...fucking...tight...Ah! Fuck!" He cursed as a full body shiver rippled through his body when she bit violently into his neck. His hand tightly gripped into her hair as he moaned throatily into her ear, pressing her bite deeper into his neck as he violently bucked his hips into hers.
"Fuck Koi...oh fucking mercy....I can't stop...this isn't...enough..." He growled as he forcefully flipped her around to her hands and knees. She barely had time to get her hands under her before he was hauling her up, his arms iron bars around her stomach as his hands roughly gripped her breasts. Sazuko's hands flew behind his head to fist in his hair. He needed her this close, needed to feel every inch of her against him. He craved the contact of her skin like he craved air. This position also allowed him better penetration, and he nearly choked at the sweet cry of pleasure he wrung from her in that moment as he bucked his hips roughly into hers. His iron grip ment she didn't bounce and felt the full impact of his thrust that had him seeing stars.
"There's a good girl...mmmn, taking all of me like this...such embarrassing noises, Sazuko...I almost think you like the feel of me inside you mm? Tell me, Sazuko...how does it feel to be taken by your mate? How does your devil feel inside of you, koi?" Each word was accentuated by a slow, deep grind before he was pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back up into her. Her head was turned against his as she unleashed the full range of moans to his ears. It was heaven- each little whimpering gasp as he withdrew, shattering into a beautiful broken cry of desire when he slid back in. His own deep moans of praise echoing into her ears.
"A-ah! Madara...mnn Kami, Please! It feels...ah! Nonono-! Nottherepleasepleaseplease-! It's too much!" Her deep gasping pleas only served to make him kiss her as intensely as before, his fingers twisting her nipples sweetly as she twitched around him. Her bone shuddering convulsion had him nearly bowing over with her as her insides pulsed rapidly around him, her muscles contracting sharpy as her head dropped back against his shoulder and she whimpered his name in release. A burning kiss was pressed to her temple as he continued to rock her hips into his. Soft praises dripped from his lips as he pushed her deeper into orgasim. Each painful squeeze of her walls had him bouncing her roughly on his cock in return, sending another gasping plea of his name.
"That's it baby...cum for me again...mnn ride it out...there you go...kami you feel so good...I can feel you dripping baby...fuck it's so wet...ahh what sloppy sounds you're making for me..." Madara purred into her ear as he lowered them forward, His arm cupping under her belly to keep her in place as he adjusted his position behind her. His hands roamed her body as he slowly thrusted into her. Her body was still shaking as his hands clasped hers, pressing her fully down into the sand as he pulled her backwards fully onto his length. His weight against her back matched the deep biting hold he had on the back of her neck that had her squeezing his hands in pure bliss as she cried out below him. Madara wasted no time in picking up the hard punishing pace he had set before. The slick, squelching sounds he produced with each thrust only excited him more as he plunged as deep as he could inside of her. She had only gotten tighter around him as she came, and Madara bit the back of her neck- her branding mark- harder as he fought through the pleasure.
"Mmm, Suck." The command was dark and demanding as she opened her lips for the digits he shoved inside. Sazuko moaned at the foreign feeling as her tongue delicately flickered against them. His fingers stroked her tongue softly, slipping it between them as he pumped his fingers in and out of her closed lips. She was sucking on them oh so gently. Madara swore as he gripped her hand tighter. He'd put that mouth to good use later...before pressing firmly down on her tongue with his finger and withdrawing them. He growled at the stuttering over sensitised moan she released as soon as his fingers found her clit. Her hips jerked against his with such force it left him stunned for a moment. An evil grin over took his face as he firmly placed her clit between his knuckles and began rubbing in slow circles. It drove her insane. The strangled sound she released as she undulated below him made his heart clench with pride. The soft broken whimper stuck in her throat and turned into the most beautiful keening whine that nearly made him come undone. Her orgasim a moment later- much more violent than the first- stopped her very heart as her body violently shivered, then stilled, tears cascading down her cheeks to scald him with their purity. His hand came to rest gently against her throat, tilting her head back to look at him. One of her hands cupped his cheek so softly, he wasn't sure it was there at all. Sazuko's heart exploded into motion and she spoke his name with such intensity, everything else ceased to exist in that moment. Her eyes widened just the barest fraction, her lips barely parted. And like a drop of rain hitting a still pond- the ripples exploded outward from her, her bond snapping into place between them left him reeling as he choked on his own overwhelming emotions.
The look on her face for him as she released was what shattered him. The perfect clarity in her eyes that showed her undying trust for him, that told him of her utter complete acceptance and submittance to him- the expression of her own free will that she put everything that was her entirely into his hands- The way her eyes lit up with love and complete devotion to him. That was his undoing. She looked like a Goddess in that moment to him. So wholy pure, her soul bared before him- Madara didn't even hear the words that dripped from his lips as his widening eyes watched her expression morph from one of such pure adoration, to surprised shock before it morphed into something completely foreign. The sheer tenderness that overtook her face broke his heart in half. He didn't know what that emotion on her face was. That deep sorrowful soul searing smile on her face- Madaras mind went completely blank. In the next second he found his arms wrapped bone crushingly tight around her as the full force of his weight hit her back. His body violently convulsed around her as he took shuddering gasps of air, his eyes pressed firmly against the side of her neck.
"I love you...Sazuko...with all that I am. In this moment, I am as much yours, as you are mine..."
The tears that leaked from the corners of his eyes confused him, and made something he had done his best to bury rear its cursed head. His cock spasmed inside of her, shooting thick loads of his seed deep inside of her. Each spasm had him jerking his hips against hers, sending radiating waves of pleasure through them both that had him moaning her name lovingly. He clung to her like a drowning man as love pulled him under it's eternal embrace. Love, tenderness, kindness...these were things Madara was, but he tried his best to bury and hide. Because the cost of Madara's love was so great- it turned into eternal hatred when he lost it. To be loved by Madara Uchiha was to be loved by a god. And gods tended to be very jealous and possessive creatures.
Slowly the hearing returned to his ears as he continued to slowly grind into her. He let her hear his quiet unrestrained moans in her ear. It was something no one else had managed to wring from him. Her soft, mewling pants as he continued to torment her with pleasure had him groaning in satisfaction as he held her in place with his arms. His lips trailed burning fire along her spine.
"Just...a bit more darling...I cum...a lot...mmn Sazuko~, fuck, fuck, fuck! You are a gods damned Kami baby girl...Sazuko you feel so fucking good....! I can't...stop..." Madara Uchiha whimpered in tormented pain as his hips snapped roughly into hers once more. His passionate moans nearly begging for release as he pulled her as firmly to him as he could. His gasping pants echoed in her ears as lust completely over took him and he began brutally pounding into her with abandon. He couldn't get enough of the feel of her wrapped around him. Couldn't get enough of the shattered sobbing moans that begged him for more. Madara lost himself in her, as he poured all of his desire, all of his passion, all of his adoration, lust, love into the brutal way he made love to her. He was a beast consumed by his passions, and she took it all. His second orgasim came with her sixth, and Madara clung to her shivering body with all he was worth. He winced at the sight of the bruises already forming on her body from his brutal grip. He'd lost himself...that's why he didn't usually engage in intimate acts. He'd learned to curb his desires through combat, but Madaras sexual prowess was never satiated. That would take several days worth of intercourse, and Madara was afraid she wouldn't survive it.
He nuzzled the side of her head slowly as he withdrew himself just long enough to flip her back around to rest against his chest. Thick globs of his seed cascaded down her leg and Madara wanted to groan with the need to keep filling her. Her arms wrapped weakly around his neck as he situated her back on his cock, stepping back and submerging them in the hot springs as he settled her in his lap. He hissed through his teeth as she teasingly moved her hips against his in a slow roll that drew a pained moan from both of them. His hands held her hips still as his cock twitched violently inside of her.
"Fuck, Don-mnnnn! Sazuko!" His dark violent snarl made a smile tug over her lips in retaliation as she languidly looked up at him. The tips of her nails slowly sliding up the sides of his neck as her lashes lowered with a dark and hungry look. The bond went both ways after all. Her lips came to hover lightly over his as she stole the breath from his throat.
"You made love to me your way...now it's my turn...Ma-da-ra~" The way she whispered his voice had his neck muscles straining as she slowly rolled her hips against his. Madara relished it for now. The way her hips moved, plunging his still hard cock deeply inside of her, he leaned his head back against the rim, stretching his arms out to grip the sides as he let her do as she wished. He wasn't fully spent, not yet. But with how violently his body twitched as she trailed her own hot kisses down his body...she'd wring it out of him. It took another few hours of her slower, tender pace before he released, and by that time she was completely done. Madara chuckled lovingly as he gathered her into his arms, her sleepy murmurs of affection causing him to plant a soft kiss to her forehead. He carried her to his room, being careful to tuck her into his bed before he slid in behind her. His arms caging her in his grasp. Madara slept for the first time in years- and he did not dream of war.