When she woke up from what seemed like only a short slumber, fire was long gone and grey light of the dawn was filtering through the window.
Sakura performed a quick scan. Her chakra was level was acceptable. Not one at which she would risk a fight or a surgery, but high enough to safely get home. Providing that damn rain had stopped. But it did - she couldn't hear the drumming against the roof anymore.
Madara was awake as well, she could tell that immediately by way he was breathing. And by something hard pressed against her belly. Alright, that was not a definitive proof that he was awake, as far as her knowledge of men went. But it was a very good reminder that he was present.
She stiffened in alarm but as seconds and minutes passed and he didn't make any move - even though he must have noticed that she wasn't sleeping either, Sakura relaxed.
She decided to ignore the erection poking her belly and sleep some more. That was the plan. Only that she couldn't stop thinking about it. She was never intimate with a man and the sole fact that an erection was poking her belly was – well, definitely a novelty. She tried telling herself not to be afraid, that it was just something normal for male physiology. But then she came to a realization that she wasn't afraid. That fact bothered her even more than straightforward fear would.
Certain thoughts kept wiggling their way into her mind. She couldn't stop imagining the shape from the outline pressed against her. She couldn't stop thinking about how would it feel under the fingertips, about what would be the reaction, when someone (well, she; she was the only one around) stroked along it… It was then when she realized her own discomfort. She needed to rub her thighs together, or even better – to touch herself between them. But she couldn't, trapped in a tight embrace. She lied still, trying to wait the sensation through, but it wasn't passing away. The entire situation was like an itch - the more she was trying to ignore it, the more it was bothering her.
"Uhm… I think there is something… between us..." she spurted out finally.
"I assure you, there is absolutely nothing between us," came an immediate, leveled answer. Judging from the the of voice - from a man that was fully and already long awake, just as she suspected. "A prerequisite for keeping you warm, if you've already forgotten."
"I meant… that..." Sakura mumbled, struggling with words. On one hand she was frustrated in the most sexual way she had experienced so far. On the other – she was dying out of shame. And there was no chance for a more precise description to leave her mouth, even if all she wanted was to plunge her fingers into her core and pump them until she came. "That… thing…" she settled for the most juvenile and silly word in existence.
"You mean part of my body? What about it?"
"Don't you want to… uhmm… do something about it?"
"No."
Sakura let out a perplexed huff. From her, admittingly limited, experience, the state of arousal demanded release. A fact she learnt hard way when a wave of heat surprised her in the middle of a night shift in the hospital. "But why?" she pressed.
"I have enough opportunities for a quick release. I'd rather cherish a real stimulus even if it means that I must forfeit on immediate gratification. That I can have plentiful later on."
Throughout this whole exchange Madara didn't even budge. Sakura had to admire his self-control. He didn't enforce his hold, neither did he press her closer to increase the friction. He did absolutely nothing.
Sakura, on her side, was holding onto the last shreds of her dignity in order not to squirm. She was coming to the conclusion that, even if accidental and forced by circumstances, this situation wasn't actually all that bad. Maybe she should just see it as an opportunity? It was as good of an occasion as she would ever get. No place for awkwardness, no risk of hurting somebody's feeling, no kindling of false hopes. No clumsy figuring out how to approach the topic. It was enough to stretch her fingers…
How long was she supposed to wait? And for what? Not for love for sure – the love was lying dead, deep inside her.
For many years already Sakura was carrying a dangerous mix of hurt, disappointment and emotional strain in her. Immediately after the defeat of Kaguya, right after the Tsukuyomi was released, Sasuke announced permanent dissolution of his ties with Konoha. He was going to take the Uchiha name into another land, a land not tainted with ninja ideals, he had said. It happened so fast that Sakura didn't even have a chance to beg him to stay. Which she would, public spectacle out of her most intimate feelings, or not. But he didn't give her this chance.
In years that followed several search missions were attempted, some of them involving Sakura herself. On the two occasions the search parties even managed to make contact with Sasuke. Both times he had made his decision very clear, leaving entire squads incapacitated with Tsukuyomi.
So, it wasn't that Sakura held to any hope. Rather, she held to her grief, if to anything at all. And her grief was volatile as hell. It was fuel for recklessness.
Sakura gulped. She was the one who took the life head on, wasn't she?
"Maybe… you should..?" she suggested timidly.
"Now, getting a bit too full of yourself, aren't you? Are you throwing me out of my own bed? And where to? Outside?"
Sakura shook her head in protest. "No! I meant that maybe we could… together…?"
"Girl, I have good self-control, but it has its limits."
Sakura didn't answer. This what she was doing was insanity. Now was the last moment to stop. But she didn't want to stop. Just the opposite! Sakura closed her eyes and listened. What she heard was steady beat of Madara's heart and her own body screaming for action.
She stretched her fingers out and – just as she thought – his dick was right there. The contact was too minute to make out the shape, but she could feel the silky-smooth surface. And the heat.
Taking a plunge, she shifted her arm and wrapped her fingers around him.
"No need for self-control."
"You don't know what you are provoking."
Sakura laughed breathily. She felt completely light-headed. "I have no idea," she admitted. "But you know what I've always done during a storm? Ever since I was little?" she said more to herself than to him. "I would go outside, climb a roof and stand between the thunders, elements crashing around me. Cause I loved the feeling."
She squeezed her fist a little harder.
A split of second later she was on her back, with legs spread to her sides and Madara's mouth on her neck.
Before she could process, he slid his hand to her crotch. "You're quite a number. So wet, before I even touched you?" he scoffed.
And, without any warning, he plunged fingers into her core. Two at once. Sakura yelped. She was as wet and as ready as she could be but still it was shocking. His fingers were big and two to begin with? It was a bit much.
But Sakura's body seemed to know what to do. Spreading her legs wider and shifting her hips helped to accommodate the intrusion.
Madara was pumping into her relentlessly, his palm hitting her slit. He was reaching much deeper than Sakura could ever dream about managing on her own. She angled her pelvis to receive the strokes in just the correct place and, as if in response, he curved his fingers inside her. Sakura wailed and immediately clasped her mouth with her hand. She never imagined she will be one to make such lewd noises in intimate situations, but he was proving her wrong.
The pleasure was building up, not only in her clit, but also somewhere deeper. Sakura almost levitated trying to get most from it. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and her heels into the mattress for more purchase. She was closing down on the most amazing orgasm of her life.
And the he stopped.
And took his hand away.
"No!" escaped Sakura's mouth. "Keep going!"
But he didn't pay her any heed as he swung his leg over her and straddled her. It didn't fit at all with Sakura's knowledge about how those things were supposed to go. "What are you doing? Why did you stop?" It sounded both whiny and surprised but she didn't care about impressions she was making anymore. She wanted his fingers back where they had been a moment ago. Them, or well, she wouldn't be against something else inside her… This realization came as a bit of a shock. But there it was: she wanted it.
"Why?" he reiterated. "Because unsatisfied, you will be more cooperative. If you're still chasing your release you will be more… hmm.. enthusiastic about my ideas, I would hope."
Cooperative? But she was being perfectly cooperative! What did he wanted from her? It was him who was acting like a jerk! Confused and irked, Sakura glimpsed up – Madara's Sharingan was activated, and it was already bright enough that she could make out the tomoe in his eyes. He was looming over her with an unreadable smirk on his lips, and she had no way to go, trapped underneath him. Madara dragged his palm along her crotch. Sakura bucked towards it, still extremely worked up, but all he did was to gather her juices. When he got enough of them, he took his hand away and smeared the wetness on his cock. Then he grabbed her breasts, massaged them roughly and after a couple of harsh tugs, he bowed and placed his cock in the valley between them.
"What? What're you doing?" Sakura tried edging away.
"I don't think I will have an opportunity like this any time soon. I plan to make the best possible use out of your body."
With both his hands he pushed her breasts towards his cock. They weren't big, so in order to create enough friction he had to squeeze them quite hard. And then he started to move. Sakura whimpered. Oh, that was what he meant by 'cooperative'... She wasn't even aware that one could... in such a way...
His dick was sliding between her breasts and the weight of Madara's body was pressing at her chest forcing her to adjust her breathing. He was fucking her already, in a way. And she had a front seat view of the act.
But she had to admit, that even though she wasn't getting any direct stimulation, the view of him pumping over her this way was exciting in a surprising fashion.
Or maybe she was getting excited because of how much she was craving some touch between her legs? Because she was craving it like crazy and there was no way for her to reach there herself. The sensation of rumble caused by his thrusts combined with absolute lack of stimulation was driving Sakura insane. She rubbed her thighs together and opened eyes she didn't remember closing.
Right in front of her, the head of Madara's cock was rhythmically approaching her face, as he was pistoning into the makeshift half-channel on her chest. At its furthest, the tip was mere centimeters from her nose.
In a stroke of boldness, Sakura extended her tongue and when he neared, she licked him. And by the next thrust, again. And again. He tasted salty, but that was probably just her own essence on him.
She folded her lips like to a kiss and shifted her head a bit forward to extend her range. When he approached the next time, his tip landed directly between her half-open lips. She smacked her lips around his tip placing one kiss after another in the rhythm of his moves. And strange imitation of those sweet, innocent kisses she always imaged trading with this one special person.
But it didn't last long until Madara stopped and shifted up placing his knees on the both sides of her head. He dragged his finger across her lips, not ungently. Sakura's heartbeat sped up.
"Open up," he said.
Sakura hesitated. He was above her, restraining her entire upper body, depriving her of any possibility of movement. Or retreat. And she had enough of imagination to foresee where it was going.
Not that she was principally against it – she didn't find any part of human anatomy disgusting – she was a medic in the end. And in her current, aroused state, she was willing to accept any part of him into any place in her. Nevertheless, the setup of this was a bit alarming.
"A self-proclaimed elite kunoichi, and afraid of a piece of meat?" That could have been a mockery and that could have been an insult. But judging from his tone, it wasn't either. It was… a joke? An attempt on dissipating her anxiety?
Sakura laughed. And then laughed again as she felt her fear melting and dissolving in warmth of that laughter. "No. Not afraid," she said with cheer in her voice and opened her mouth.
"I won't go too rough at the beginning."
And he didn't. The first plunges he took were slow, almost gentle. He wasn't going deep either. The taste was all unfamiliar, but even more unfamiliar was the sensation of getting something stuffed into her mouth. For a good while she only lied there, not knowing what to do. But quickly she realized, that even though she couldn't move her head much, she could still actively participate and choose what to do inside of her mouth. And after a swirl of the tongue around his head made him falter in his rhythm, she discovered that it was very satisfying to be able to dosomething to him. So she repeated her action, but the next time it didn't have such effect anymore. She doubled her efforts, ran her tongue along his length as he was sliding into her mouth, then flattened it to give some attention to the lower side of his dick. It was delight to hear how some of her maneuvers were eliciting minute, but still audible grunts from him. Emboldened, Sakura raised her hand to his backside. Brushed along his buttock and slid down between his legs. Most carefully, she traced her fingers around his balls. She never touched man's balls before so she fondled them mesmerized by the unfamiliar texture.
Either due to her ministrations, or because it had been his intention all along, Madara sped up. He leaned down, propped his hands behind Sakura's head and set a truly punishing pace. At some point Sakura couldn't keep up with anything she could do. All that was left for her was to keep her mouth open and concentrate on relaxing her aching jaw. But hearing how the sounds he was making were getting louder was more than a sufficient reward for her.
And then, the tip of Madara's cock hit the back of her throat. Sakura whimpered in fear. But the uncomfortable contact lasted only a split of second and before she could choke, it was gone. The next thrust hit the same place again, but far more lightly, as if he now knew how deep he could go. The thrusts started to come at such speed that her gag reflex was not keeping up with them. Nevertheless, it was getting increasingly difficult to breath. But surprisingly, the entire setup was eliciting a new pool of heat between Sakura's legs. Since her arms were free now, she reached to her clit and started to rub at it furiously. But her hand was so much not enough. She lifted her hips and grinded into her own palm. Not enough - whatever she did, it could not keep up with her arousal. Incredibly frustrated, she grabbed at Madara's arm and tried pulling it towards her core. He halted and raised himself to let her guide him.
"In there, please," she said. Or rather, tried saying, as her mouth was rather occupied and what came out was incoherent mewling. Still, Madara understood her well enough. He leaned down to her and stroked her face.
"I rather like it in here." He emphasized the statement by tracing fingers over her lips still stretched around his cock. "But if you insist… Oh, well. Then just one last time, alright?"
And he pushed forwards. Sakura's eyes bulged - he went all the way in. Apparently, he was sparing her those last couple of centimeters all that time. And they made hell of a difference as now her throat was blocked. With the oxygen cut off, Sakura's entire body convulsed with violent protest trying to shake him off. Fortunately, he backed away as quickly as he went in and Sakura gasped for breath.
Before she could recover, she felt a pull at her legs. It was Madara who moved to her right in the meantime and now was adjusting her position. Sakura turned some more to fully align with him. Next tug had her legs spread and hips lifted into the air. Another one and her back slid on the furs and she was impaled. Sakura screamed. Not out of pain – there was none – but out of an overwhelming relief. He was filling her whole and stretching her in a way she didn't imagine possible. But after all this waiting it was exactly what she needed.
Madara lowered her bum back on the bed, leaned towards her and propped himself on the elbow next to Sakura's head.
"I guess I own you my thanks for cajoling me in there." He rubbed her belly where her womb was, and moved inside her, with eyes half-closed, as if he was relishing the sensation. "Your cunt feels great. So tight and snug. Exquisite."
He straightened back up and pushed her legs apart putting Sakura in an embarrassingly full view. "Looks great as well. Especially like this." He traced fingers between her folds around the place where she was penetrated by him. "Beautiful." He looked up and his eyes met hers. Black like still warm soot, no trace of Sharingan. "Fits you well…"
In this short moment Sakura felt more ashamed, exposed and vulnerable than throughout this entire encounter so far.
"Don't sell yourself too cheap, when you will be looking for a spouse." Madara added like in an afterthought as he hooked her knees under his arms. He pulled her even higher and started pumping. Sakura didn't know what to do with the onslaught of sensations. Strange, uncontrollable sounds began to escape her mouth. She didn't know where to look – at the ceiling, where her eyes kept on flying to, at his face marked with so much intent and drive, Sharingan back on, or at the place where they were joined. Where that what was her was being breached by that what was him. With fascination she watched his cock plunging into her opening. The sounds it was producing were quite obscene, but Sakura couldn't care less. It was hypnotizing.
Madara readjusted his grip and modified the angle. "Tell me where."
Sakura tore her eyes away from where he was repeatedly disappearing inside her, and looked up. She didn't understand what he meant.
"Where does it feel good? Direct me," he reiterated and changed the direction of his thrusts once more.
"I… ooh.. aghh… don't know… Everywhere?"
But Madara seemed not to be satisfied with the answer as he shifted her hips again as if searching something inside her.
"Aaaaaggh!" Sakura shrieked so loud that it hurt her own ears. Whatever he was looking for, he just found it.
"Oh, there it is." Madara smirked and bore into her again, pointing exactly into the same spot. Her next scream was voiceless as something in her throat got blocked. She was bent at impossible angle and novel sensations were overflowing her body. It was as if he was ramming directly into her nervous system, sending impulses up along her spine to her brain. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she might have started beating around aimlessly with her arms, but she wasn't sure.
When she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he let her down and flipped her so that she was on all fours. The new position gave her some reprieve, as he stopped stabbing her at that peculiar place. As if in return, the penetration became even more tangible - she could feel his entire length as it was moving in and out of her. The force of his thrusts was resonating through her body. With certain relief, Sakura hid her face in a pillow. Now her expressions and sounds were no longer on full display so she could mewl louder.
Madara was keeping a steady pace behind her. He ran his hands around her butt, tracing the curves. Then he slid them upwards, along her sides and around her shoulders. The caress was straightforward, familiar almost, but blissful none the less. Or maybe exactly because of it. Sakura turned her head to look at him and risked a smile. She thought she almost, almost saw a glimpse of reciprocation on his face. An invisible thread of understanding. He reached to her face, stroked down her cheek, and edged his fingers into her mouth. Obediently, Sakura licked and sucked at them, still smiling.
He moved his hand away and grabbed her ass again, massaging her buttocks. She arched more from how could good it felt combined with the rhythm of his thrusts. She could get off from how they were doing it right now, Sakura realized.
Madara traced along her butt crack and around her asshole, narrowing the circles closer and closer to the opening.
"What are you doing?" An alarm rang in Sakura's head.
"How does it look like?"
"But…" Sakura tried wrapping her mind around it. "But it can be dirty there!" She came up with the most instinctive reason why one shouldn't do such things.
"I'll take a risk."
Sakura squirmed away. "But what if it really is dirty?!"
"Then it's my problem, not yours," he answered and pushed tip of his finger inside. He moved it in a small, slow circle, not breaking the rhythm of pumping into her other opening. Sakura's body protested anyway, but he wasn't to be thwarted. Next slow circles followed relentlessly until her body somehow... gave up and accepted him.
Then he pushed his finger a little bit deeper, and moved it in and out. Sakura's eyes popped open - she could feel him stroking along his own length. Inside her, through her. She never realized that the separation there was so thin. The sensation was strange, but not something she couldn't endure.
And then, he changed his index finger for a thumb. It made her whimper - the thumb was wider, and it modified the hold, allowing him to grab her buttock in the same time. But he was moving the digit less now, Sakura concluded with relief. She lowered her head back into the pillow, telling herself that he knew what he was doing and she shouldn't freak out but try to enjoy the rest of the process.
Because the process was going on. And she stopped paying attention only because she got so distracted. Whatever he was doing to her ass, it wasn't unbearable so she could just let him continue (not that he would care about her permission, she assumed) and focus on her pleasure. So she did. She arched her back again and put more weight onto her elbows to respond to his thrusts better. It was starting to feel good again, despite the strange wiggling in her other hole.
At some point he must have grown bored playing with her ass, as he pulled his finger out and grabbed her by her waist with both hands. Her responses stopped to matter much as his pumping got even wilder. All she could do was to try not to collapse under its momentum.
Sakura was bent already so much that she thought her spine wouldn't take it. But she wanted even more, she needed to maximize the surface of contact between them. She spread her legs to the point of pain from overstretch. She wanted to have the pressure of her clit and she wanted to feel the ramming. Thankfully Madara kept pistoning into her in such a fast pace that the contact between their groins was almost constant. Sakura raised her head and stared at the wall with non-seeing eyes. Sounds coming out of her reached an even higher pitch. Her release was within an arm's reach. In a last-ditch effort she opened her legs even more - they gave away and she landed on her belly. But Madara didn't falter, he kept pounding into her until with a loud wail she reached her peak. Sakura's thighs quivered as the pleasure exploded inside her. Madara pressed deeper into her pulsating channel and thrust without pulling out, prolonging her orgasm.
When it was finally over, Sakura slumped down on the furs. But quickly she remembered and even though her legs felt like cotton she curled her knees underneath her in attempt of keeping her ass up. She didn't want to be ungrateful and 'uncooperative', especially after what she had just received. But Madara took only couple of slow plunges more and then withdrew. He lied on his side, pulling her - her back to his chest - into what seemed to her a very intimate embrace.
Sakura turned her head to him. "And what about you?" she asked between laboured pants.
"What about me?"
"Aren't you going to finish?"
Madara dragged his palm along her butt. "Oh, I am." He massaged her cheek and spread it to the side. His finger was circling around her asshole again, and even if the potential intrusion was at this point not a novelty, that what it seemed to be leading to, definitely was one. Sakura stiffened and tried shifting away. "Shh, relax," he said uncharacteristically gently, but in the same time the grip on her hip became like iron.
Sakura was far from relaxed though. "No, not there, that's too much!"
"Well, as you so brightly noticed, I haven't finished yet, and I very much intend to do so inside you."
Sakura glared.
"Put it in, then!" She shifted her pelvis, trying to angle his erection into the correct opening.
"You still don't get it? There is no way I'm letting you walk away if a possibility exists that you would be carrying off something of mine."
Sakura blinked, as she finally understood. "I… I am on birth control," she managed in the end.
"And I should just take your word for that?"
Sakura winced. This was going in a very bad direction. "Can't we do it in some other way? Like in my mouth for example, like before?" She wasn't quite sure if she was going to manage Madara at his full frenzy, but it was worth a shot.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I have a desire to finish inside you." Madara slowly dragged a finger along her slit and smeared the wetness along her butt crack. "But fine. Your cunt and you're staying here until you bleed, or your ass and you're free to go today. You have a choice. Appreciate it – I don't grant choices to many people."
Sakura bit her lip weighting the possibilities. Her common sense was finally kicking in. It was a mistake from the beginning to the end and she would do well to minimize the damage. The quicker she leaves this place and goes home, the sooner she can start pretending it never happened. She swallowed, gathering her courage. "My ass," she announced in the end.
"Alright," he said and picked up drawing firm circles around her hole. "Rest assured that I have absolutely no intention of hurting you."
Sakura nodded. The statement made her feel better but only marginally so.
One of his fingers found already its way inside her. That wasn't new, and the second one that soon followed felt only slightly harder to manage. The pumping resumed and Sakura found that if she was responding to it, she was feeling better. More like a participant. Rocking her pelvis reignited even some of the excitement. She reached to her clit and pressed it in rhythm of her movements.
"I'll help you right away, when only I have a hand free," murmured Madara into her nape.
Sakura gulped. Sure, she preferred his fingers – she learned already that her own ones were not good in reaching the sweet spot, but 'when he has a hand free' meant when he switches fingers for his cock. Inside her ass. Sakura tensed.
So did her anal muscles apparently, as the movement of his fingers suddenly became painful. "Relax," said Madara from behind her and scissored his fingers apart while trailing small, tickling kisses along her jaw.
Sakura nodded, still not sure if she can live up to the task.
Madara pulled out the fingers, rubbed his cock along her slit and spread her cheeks.
"Let me in," he whispered between nibbles on her neck.
Sakura huffed and very consciously let out a deep breath, willing muscles in her entire body to relax.
He wrapped his arms around her, getting the purchase. And he entered. Not deep, it must have been only his head, but it was thick enough. Sakura didn't managed to hold down a pained whimper.
"It won't be worse from here on. I won't completely withdraw until I'm done, so you don't need to suffer the entry again," said Madara and slowly pressed inside her.
It felt so weird, so intrusive, so invasive, as if this insertion was very much not supposed to be there. Just the contrary to the entry into her vagina which felt so… fitting. The only mercy was that he was moving so slowly. It gave her time. Time to direct her focus someplace else, someplace that wasn't burning and screaming in protest.
Like, the rest of her body, for example. Because, for the rest of her, here was still so much pleasure in store. Sakura felt him with her entire surface of the skin, he was enveloping her, surrounding her like back then in the evening when he was warming her up. Only that now the contact meant something completely else. So much more. And he was behaving differently now – as he was motionless like a stone before, now he kept running his hands up and down her body, touching her everywhere. As if through those touches he was trying to soothe her.
Madara closed his arms firmly around her once again. "Hold fast, I'm going to roll you to the other side."
"But why?"
"I promised to help you out, didn't I?"
Right, he needed his other hand for it. That he thought about it… Madara embraced her tighter and turned them around.
He stroked across her torso and down her stomach until his hand joined hers own between her legs. He stroke around her clit and travelled lower, grabbing Sakura's palm on the way and directed their entangled fingers inside her opening. He swirled his finger and Sakura moaned. She could feel him touching her on the inside; she was there, as a witness. He brushed against that spot inside her he found earlier and shivers travelled through her, down to the tips of her toes. She moaned louder.
Madara twisted her hand so that she was touching the back wall of her channel.
"Can you feel it?" he asked between kisses he kept placing on her jawline. And he pushed a little deeper into her other opening.
Sakura gasped.
"I… I feel! I feel you inside me…" she almost sobbed. They've been doing the deed for some time already, but this just drove the point home. Just how close to another person can you be.
He held her even tighter. Sakura turned her head. She needed to kiss him somewhere, anywhere. The only place she could reach was his arm. She sank into it one time after another with her lips and with her teeth.
He was moving. Much slower than during the normal way, but he was pressing deeper and deeper. This strange pain-not-pain didn't matter anymore. Sakura wanted to melt into him so some stupid ache wasn't important anymore.
He took hold on her shoulders and pulled her towards him. His cock went deeper. Sakura felt as if her bowels were rearranging. She grunted with effort. But it didn't matter.
She reached to his back – it was wet, clammy with cold sweat. From effort? From restraint? Sakura didn't know.
"You can go on, I'll be fine," she murmured.
Madara nuzzled at her ear and started thrusting. Sakura focused on breathing. It didn't really hurt that much save the burning at the opening. The thrusts became more forceful and deeper, and his breathing heavier. She could feel his chest heaving behind her. His strokes on her clit became erratic, no more synchronized with his movements, and after a while they stopped altogether.
For the first time during their encounter he wasn't focusing on her anymore. Finally, his own experiences must have overwhelmed his control. This realization released a new gush of juices from Sakura's insides.
She placed her palm on his and pressed their jointed hands in just the correct place. And then again. And again. Her insides were drumming from the thrusts.
A strange wave of pleasure, not as sharp as her usual orgasms, but somehow diffused, rolled over Sakura; with a moan she tensed all over, grasping at him like a vice. Madara made a sound, loudest she heard from him so far and scorching heat pooled inside her. She could feel his cock twitching in her rear. 'It is over,' thought Sakura as his dick was sliding out of her. 'It's over… I'll rest a bit and I'll go home. Why am not happy, then?'
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Later that day she was walking down the mountain keeping along the stream. Her clothes were still damp but late morning sun was drying them quickly and keeping her warm. She was walking slowly. But not because of the dull ache in her entire nether area. At least not only due to the pain. Her progress was slow because every couple of steps she was turning back memorizing the surroundings. Just in case she would want to find this place again.
AN: Thanks for reading and i would looove to hear what you think ;)