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She just rejected his advances, even when she said she would comply. What should she do now?

Shibomashira looked at her attentive. Ears up, ready to jump at the enemy. She soothed him with a hand sign but it didn't take long before Tobirama opened the door loudly (apparently forgetting the big wolf), his face contorted in anger and ignominy.

"You will comply with the contract, now."- he said in a low groan, teeth tight and knuckles white.

"Now? I don't think it's the right moment-"

He closed the gap between them in a couple of strides causing her to stop talking. He stopped just because Shibomashira raised in an attention stance.

"Order him to get out."- Tobirama was impatient, his breathing was still labored and his ears were deep red.

"I'll do it when you calm down. You have to hear what I have to say first."- She was glad to have the wolf here, otherway she would have to fight her way towards Mito's safeplace. It was clear now she had allowed too much time to pass without an explanation and that he thought she was an obedient wife. Now she was facing a very humiliated Tobirama with a visible bulge pulsing in his pants.

"We'll speak later."- he hissed in a low, irritable tone.

"We should definitely speak more about it later, for now I'll be as brief as I can: I can´t consummate effectively the marriage now."- his eyes slitted even more. That clearly increased his annoyance, she had to add water to the fire if she wanted to avoid a physical fight-" It's not that I don't want to, you are a handsome man, but I can't afford a pregnancy and my anticonceptive method was blocked since my arrival here."- She spoke quickly and systematically. She knew she didn't have too much time before Tobirama's hormones overshadowed his survival instinct resulting in him ignoring the wolf's warning and the wolf's claws making a new scar on his body.

"What?"- Tobirama looked at her dumb faced. At least his rage had subsided a little.

"What you heard. I can't consummate the marriage until I can find a way to have a permanent supply of herbs to make the concoction on my own."

"How? How much time will it take?"

"That depends. I have yet to plant the herbs in the yard. They have to grow to be mowed and then dehydrated in the sun. I calculate three or four then-"

Tobirama groaned loudly, more high than any of the others sounds he had made. He turned around, grabbed his face with both hands and walked away to rest on the other side of the bed, hands on his knees and head down, a defeat posture. Apparently he had accepted he wouldn't have any "action" today.

It was kind of irritating. He had been stopped just by the wolf presence. She had to admit she had lacked in communication, causing him distress… But that wasn't enough to obligate her to do something supposed to be on mutual accord. By his reaction she concluded he had accepted her plan for the inner garden (even if that took four months or more to be completed). She decided maybe she should give in a little if she wanted to keep things civilized. She was going to do what Mito suggested.

"You know… There are other ways for releasing sexual tension. After all...it wouldn't look good if you appeared the red district while you are married."

"Whose said I'll do that?"- he replied quickly with the remains of anger he had harbored until a moment.

"Well, you are a young man as any. It's clear now you aren't immune to your needs, as apparently you used to think before."- she said as she moved closer to him. She couldn't delay this anymore so as the saying goes - don't let for tomorrow what you can do today.

"I've had enough of your mind games for today."- He was still angry. As soon as he heard her moving he rose from the bed and went to the bathroom quickly slamming the door behind him.

That left her a little dumbfounded. She hadn't been playing any type of game, she was prepared to please him now (at least orally), but once again his pride got the best of him. It was okay to her. One more day without obligatory intercourse.

Tobirama's Bathroom

That woman was impossible! Was she talking about what he thought she was? And she had the nerve to look at him like always, head up, plain face and that doctor tone she used on everyone. Does she not have blood in her veins? Even he considered it a difficult topic. He had said all those things because anger and arousal blinded his usual judgment, but as soon as the anger eased he was insufferably ashamed of his own words. Her offer came out of nowhere, as if she were asking about watering the plants. Maybe he was the scandalous one and she was far more familiarized with the practice? That made him felt a little… inexperienced. He wasn't nescient to the topic but he just had practiced the most common, oral was way out his experience. Not because no one offerd herself to do it, but mostly because he never wanted any of the whores or unknown village girls that close to him. They were at war, anyone could have been an assassin or a spy. It was very common for men to fall in that particular trap with female spies and the act kind of perturbed him before he met this ridiculous woman. Recently, he had fantasized a lot about that particular action. Now that she was willing to do it he was crushed with insecurities. He assumed she proposed this in compensation for the lack of intercourse but was still obliged by the marital contract, not be cause she wanted to taste him or touch him. Ohhhgg… His cock pulsed only at the thought. It was still hard, demanding attention. It was becoming painful and he was more aware than ever of her presence behind the door. His underwear was slightly wet with precum. If he was going to let her suck him one of these days then he should begin by losing his modesty around her, at least in his own room from this moment forward.

The boiled water of the shower was steaming, making the room humid and hot. He threw away all his remaining clothes and leaned on the handwash furniture with one hand and the other pumping his hard erection. Now in addition to all his mental images he had the feeling of her toned and squeezable ass against his groin. It had felt incredibly good. He already knew she had small perky breasts but her backside… it was a gift. A natural bulkiness and the warrior training with just the right amount of fat made her rear the most desirable part of her body which he wanted to rub himself against. He could imagine his cock scrubing between those buttocks, easily lubricated by her own juices. She would moan and bend her back lifting her ass for him like a cat so he could penetrate her on all fours. She would bite her lower lip to conceal a scream as he pushed himself inside her wet cunt as it would suck him inside unintentionally, her body reacting just by impulse and need. He fell on his knees to the floor, his head and arm supported him on the furniture door now, his free hand pumping himself frantically while his hips thrusted in the air searching release. He just wished to have that marvelous ass slapping his lower abdomen each time he thrusted into her, each time her cunt sucked his cock trying to milk him inside of her. Yess… That's the way things should be… She should be always full of him, her pussy dripping his seed combined with her juices. Ohhh... He pumped himself until it was painful, until every bit of cum was out of him.

He regained composure a moment later just to see the mess he had made. His cum laid over the furniture door he was laying on and all the things over it were scattered on the bathroom floor. He hoped the maids had not heard his show...

Hashirama's Inner garden

Tobirama wasn't going out of the bathroom anytime soon and she decided against facing him after he most surely pleased himself with the memory of recent events. That was a mental image she didn't know how to process, so she went to Mito, searching scape and council.

It was enough she had to admit she was right about Tobirama's feelings, she hoped Mito was empathetic enough so she could guess by just looking at her, but again she was wrong. Mito saw her distressed face but was too pleased to let her go without a detailed narrative of what happened between them.

"Mito, please don't make me do it."- She said, although she knew the redhead liked spicy gossip.

"I waited too long for this. You will tell me everything. Don't you want help?"

*sigh*

"I can't talk here."

"Yes, I know. We are talking in my chambers over some tea and sweets."

"Mito, this is a serious problem."

"It could be easily solved if you want."

"It's not that easy."

"We will see. Come, walk me inside."

Makoto took Mito by her arm as a male escort and she walked in sulky mood towards the main chambers silently. She began the talk as soon as she closed the paper door.

"You were right all along if that's what you want to hear to gloat over it. Also, he kinda agreed with my plan, reluctantly…*sigh* I have to say in my favor that I was going to do it, but suddenly he didn't want to and fled towards the bathroom, probably to masturbate."

"Hey! Wait! You are going way too fast! And by the will of fire I didn't want to know that!"

"Well, me neither!"

"Okay stop yelling people will hear you. First, how did you know I was right?"- Mito said as she took a place on the large bed while nibbling on a cookie, a suggestive look in her eyes.

Makoto stared at her silently and moody from the other side of the bed- "Why are you doing this! Do you enjoy my distress?"

"Oh my, no! Hahaha! Dear, why are you so dramatic? Was it that explicit it even embarrasses you to voice it out?"- Mito said in the most annoying aristocratic way she knew only to push her towards spilling it out.

"He rubbed himself against me while we trained! Like a dog in heat!"- Now that the adrenaline of the moment, indignation rose quickly over all the things she felt- "And then he tried to obligate me to consummate the contract right there! Does that man don't know of the word seduction?! I could talk to him just because Shibo was there imposing presence. God, now I'm really upset."

"Oh… well… He did sound a little desperate when he talked to Hashirama, hahaha…*cough* Don't look at me like that. You see, that is exactly how it is. Tobirama isn't romantic by nature like Hashirama is, neither of you are anyway… Aaand before you try to excuse yourself, Tobirama's demeanor is seen as "cool" by normal women so he never had the need to seduce someone into going to bed with him. Normally, the girls came to him after a successful campaign and he rejected almost everyone. He's a private person you see, but I think you already noted that. So in conclusion, if he looked for your touch you should feel kinda lucky?"

"What? Excuse me?! I can't believe you out of everyone voiced that!I should feel lucky that someone who had barely talked to me used me for their own pleasure? Is that the kind of woman you are? Where is your self-respect?!"- Now she was pacing through the room throwing her arms in the air. Mito was impacted that a couple of words could make such a big change in the normally stern woman.

"Hey! Okay, okay! I overstepped. Please, calm down. I understand your frustration. I will rephrase it... *sigh* It's obvious you have a communication problem-"

"It's not the only problem!"

"Shhh… Don't interrupt me Mako-chan."- suddenly a thought hit her. Why was she so annoyed now and not before? She knew she should lay with Tobirama even if she didn't like him way before they signed the marital contract. Did she have expectations related to the sexual relationship they would have? Or more possibly… Was she comparing Tobirama's treatment to someone else? A past lover?!

"Mito! Mito! Why did you stop talking if you shushed me before!"

"Ah! I'm sorry, it's just… Can I ask you something?"

"You are already asking."

"*cough* Haha, right. It's kind of a sensitive topic but… Mako-chan, did you have to renounce a lover in order to do this pact?"

…..-"Why do you ask that?"- Makoto was facing the wall. Mito couldn't see her face when she asked, but she notecied the change in her voice. She already knew the answer.

"Did he treat you well? Did he love you? Did youlove him?"

"Why do you suppose my lover was a man?"

"Ha! You don't fool me my dear. I have seen how you admire a well developed male body and I know you miss him, don't you? Did you see him on the last mission out of the village?"- Mito almost whispered the last thing. It was kind of sad to have to abandon everything just because your father ordered it. She had left her village too, but she was so young she had very little memories of that place. And even in her youth she had always been betrothed to Hashirama and she liked him since their first meeting.

"No. My relationship with him wasn't like that. We were partners before lovers. When my father ordered this alliance I cut the romantic relationship immediately. We both knew that relationship would never have a future. It wasn't difficult, at least for me. We didn't see each other often but, yes... You are right about me unconsciously comparing Tobirama's poor advances with… him."

"Well… That explains why you are so annoyed. He must have been a good lover. In contrast, Tobirama treated you like… like a thing."

"He was caring… I… I haven't thought about this in that way. It's a little confusing. I can't expect for Tobirama to be like him since I will not change my own behavior. I don't ask for flowers, gifts or even equality because I understand we are not. I just want to be treated kindly by the person who is supposed to be my life partner. I took care of him and supplied everything I thought he would need. Why can't I have that too? He did that…"- she said the last three words with a knot in her throat. She almost never cried. She wouldn't do it in front of Mito either, but now as she thinks deeply about it, it just brings pain and humiliation. She wasn't raised and educated to be the slut of some high lord. At this rate she preferred to contract a whore that looked like her and commission her to please him until drying him out if he so much needed and wanted it. She unconsciously numbed herself to Tobirama's mistreatment to save herself multiple discussions and to secure her assignment as spymaster. But how long would she be able to suppress her own pride in order to not hurt the mighty, young and handsome lord Tobirama?

"Makoto, I understand you are upset. I know you are a proud woman, that you are making a big effort avoiding confrontation with Tobirama, but he can change. It's just he doesn't understand the problem. But Tobirama is a very comprehensive individual, he's a kind and honorable man. He is just… inexperienced in this field."

"So I must overlook his mistreatment because oh, poor lord, he's so goodlooking and powerful he never needed modals so he doesn't know them?"

"Mako-chan, you are being unfair. You also avoided him."-

"I took care of him as a devoted wife would do. He was the one who pushed me away. And you are right, I didn't complain because it was convenient for me to be far from him. I don't want to bear children and being the wife of a young war lord implies that many times! But still… You know the heart of a woman Mito, and I'm one, as much as I want to deny it. I would never change my mind about pregnancy, but this could have been different if he weren't such a douche."- Mito was stunned by the amount of bile Makoto had accumulated in this shorts months. It made sense anyway. The only person she could talk her mind to freely was Mito. Tobirama was a wall with the sensibility of a stone moved principally by hormones and she had no friends here. Maybe she had no trusted friends at all… Except the ex lover she didn't see anymore. It broke her heart.

"Mako-chan..."- Hashirama interrupted Mito's introspection. He was by the second paper door in the main entrance. Mito didn't know how much time he had been listening but this wasn't good for Makoto's privacy and sanity.

Like Mito thought, as soon as she heard him she freaked out. She turned her head abruptly in his direction, her eyes opened in fear for being discovered, frightened of male retaliation. She moved back slowly towards the inner garden doors without losing eye contact with Hashirama. She looked like a frightened doe ready to run from her predator and so she did. When Hashirama took a step trying to advance towards her, she moved quickly and pressed her back against the door but she did not open it. Maybe she remembered she had nowhere to flee. She did not own her own room, everything here she had to share with Tobirama. She was miles away from her home and her father's name served her little if she was not beside the Hokage's family. The only safe place she knew was Mito's and now she did not feel safe here either. She looked at Mito pleadingly, tears looming from her turquoise eyes. When she looked at her Mito comprehended that while Makoto was objective and calculating by nature, most of the time in the court she used those traits and her stoic expression as a mask, she was still young and wasn't that different from the village maidens who tried to gain Tobirama's favor by dropping feather like touches or whispering sweet words. But overall, she feared more the repression from Hashirama. She must had been punished or humiliated several times to be so deeply and unconsciously afraid of it.

She fled quickly towards the inner garden. Mito noticed it was night already when she opened the doors. In that moment she understood why her enemies had given her that nickname Kokuyo. She dissolved between the shadows of the trees as soon as the light lost its glow in the deep night.