"Just one night?" The innkeeper asked.
"That's right." She fumbled in her pocket for the cash and handed it over.
"Looks like we had the same idea."
That voice. It was unmistakable, it was him. She turned around and buried herself in the man, chest first. "Madara sensei, I can't believe it's you."
His body was stiff and firm, like unbending oak, but after a few seconds she felt him loosen up. He placed his arm around his former student and massaged her back gently.
Madara carefully pried himself away. "Hello to you too Sakura."
She shot him an apologetic look. "Sorry, I missed you, it's been so long." Wait, she was the one who was owed an apology.
"Three years give or take a month." He mentioned off handily.
"We should catch up… we could go get some ice cream." She suggested tentatively, his presence still turned her heart into a fireworks factory.
"Ice cream?" He furrowed his brow instantly making his feelings on the idea unmistakable.
"Yeah, a hot day like this we could cool off." There was no fooling her, his hair smelled of ash. She took a few strands into her hands, it cut deep into her soft skin like hot marble that had been left out all day to smoulder in the sun.
"We would only need to cool off if we go outside, and that is not happening." He snorted, forcibly reclaiming his hair. "If you want to talk sit down and make yourself comfortable." He said pulling out a rotting stool.
She rolled her eyes, "get used to the disgusting stench of stale ale and low class hookers, I think not." She tugged at his sleeve with a glimmer of hope he would come voluntarily.
He violently brushed her arm off. "If you're so desperate for ice cream go eat it by yourself. "
That was it, his indifference had gone too far. They were going to talk and it was happening anywhere other than in this crusty old inn. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him out forcibly .
"Sakura Haruno release me now!" He tired to physically resist but it was hopeless, Sakura enjoyed his helpless squirming from the corner of her eyes. Her physical strength had grown tremendously over the past few years, no thanks to him.
An endless line of villagers were gawking as the great Madara Uchiha was helplessly hauled through the streets by a petite girl. She wasn't going to let him forget this. By the time they'd reached the ice cream stand she'd worked up quite the sweat, dragging him around through the afternoon sun was taxing even on her body.
"Well I did train you." Madara quipped in a last ditch effort to regain some of his dignity.
"Actually my strength came from Tsunade, Tsunade Senju."
Madara growled. "Strawberry, has an uncanny resemblance to my least favourite student." He huffed to the vendor.
She wondered if he knew what colour strawberries actually were. "Vanilla, in honour of my bland teacher." She scowled back at him.
"That will be 50 ryo." The old ice cream vendor stated.
"Don't look at me." Madara spat in Sakura's direction.
"You can't led the young lady pay, it's not proper."
"Lady, hmph , she doesn't qualify." He said folding his arms stubbornly.
She threw a devilish grin back at him, seeing that things were going her way.
Madara sighed. "I hope you choke on this." He reached into his pocket and slammed the metal down on the stand, before snatching the ice creams out of the poor mans hands. "Shade, now." He demanded.
The small village was surrounded by forest so Madara's demand was easily fulfilled. If he was looking for protection however, he was out of luck, even through the cover of tree's the suns rays mercilessly blazed through, melting ice cream and whoever was unfortunate enough to be holding it.
Madara struggled mightily to contain the ice cream that was dripping in a myriad of directions down his cone. She'd never had seen him so flustered, but it was an impossible task; in her case an ever snowballing amount of sticky yellow cream etched itself to her hand and mouth. Cool down? She couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation she'd put them in.
"So... How's your ice cream?" She asked trying to break the tension. Problem was opening her mouth to speak meant less ice cream inside and more down her body. She felt some of it drip down her top onto her chest.
Madara's dark eyes pierced into her. "Sweet." He replied bitterly.
"That's good."
"I don't like sweet."
"Then why did you order it!"
She caught him stealing a glance at her sweat drenched breasts as he followed the trail of cream down her body. She sensed this was the perfect time to lay into him for how he left.
"You have a habit of ordering things you don't want don't you?"
Madara shrugged off her leading question. "This is a first, I know what I want I can assure you."
"What about fucking your student and leaving without a word. Did you know you didn't want me before, or only afterwards?"
Madara sighed, "ah there it is. Do not concern yourself with the past, nothing will come of it." He placed his free hand on her shoulder emphasizing his role as a mentor, not a lover.
She twisted herself away in anger. "Says the guy obsessed with avenging his brother. Why did you abandon me? Were you ashamed of me? You showed affection to me, was that all a lie? "That whole night you made me feel special. Did I mean nothing to you? Her fiery anger gave way to cold water droplets in her eyes, she made a brave effort to fight them back.
Madara shook his head painfully with gritted teeth, he tilted his head to the side. "Sakura, you were helping me through my grief and I took advantage of your kindness, I truly am sorry for what happened. I loved you, but that meant turning my back on my dead brother. I had to cut it out. " His voice was uncharacteristically emotional in delivery. Realizing his error he tried to leave.
Sakura's heart skipped a beat from his words, he loved her? It relinquished her from the burden of thinking that her feelings were one sided. "No. If that's how you truly feel, if you really did love me I'm not letting you go anywhere." She extended an arm to the side to block his path.
"A mere slip of the tongue." He tried to counter, his usual composure returned.
"The hell it was!"
She slammed her fist into the ground, the fissures split the floor in two and felled several trees in the process. Madara's strawberry ice cream was the next victim, in apparent shock it fell out of his hands and splattered along the floor with an awkward squelch. Madara tried to do a sidestep but in carelessness he stepped on the ice cream and lost his balance. He fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Seizing her chance Sakura pounced on the ground bound Uchiha in passionate fury, keeping him pinned with her obscene amount of strength. Even he wasn't getting free.
"Sakura don't make me use my eyes." He warned.
"You wouldn't dare! You're going to listen to reason!"
"How?" He asked mockingly.
She contemplated this for a few moments while straddling him, seeing as telling him what was important seemed futile she resolved to show him.
His mouth was open, big mistake. She pressed her mouth against his lips and slid her tongue inside.
"What are you doing?" Despite his circumstances he remained composed, like a lion merely being licked by his cub.
Her hand reached down his leg until she grabbed his most sensitive area through the fabric. As she began aggressively servicing him his tongue became more compliant, he was a man after all even he had his limits. It wasn't long before his tongue lashed back, grazing the back of her throat with swift cobra strikes glazed in strawberry's. Satisfied his member had expanded enough to get him hooked she threw her body off him.
He appeared amused. "Is that all?" He crawled backwards a few inches and rested his head casually against one of the fallen trees.
Taking her cue, she began removing his trousers, in anticipation his stare was affectionately menacing, she couldn't wait to wipe it off with something more humble.
When faced with the thing that had caused her so much anguish over the past three years she didn't know whether she should shower it with love or bite it off. But if there was one thing she learned from the horrific example her teacher sets was that there was no need for absolutes.
She gently nibbled against the tip, and petaled kisses down his shaft, simultaneously tickling his swollen balls with her hand.
"My my, you've become quite the tease."
Not the reaction she was searching for, he was too composed. This was frustrating, but no one ever got anywhere with him with mere threats, it was action that would make him unravel.
She took it into her mouth with daring zeal, taking him back as far as possible, thanks to his size it wasn't as far as she'd liked. She had to force back the urge to choke, but it was well worth the effort, she could feel him slowly losing it, each time she throbbed her head forward and sloshed him with more saliva she felt his hips sway wilder.
"I see that you've had many of these in my place since the last time, you've gotten mu-uch better."
She wasn't sure how she felt about that, aside from suggesting that last time wasn't good it made her feel like she'd somehow betrayed him; anyhow she took the compliment and repaid him with sloppy slurping noises threatening to light the Uchiha on fire.
"Yees," he let out in a pitch even deeper than she was accustomed to.
She felt multiple spray's of his salty pre-cum splash into her mouth, some of which escaped and dribbled down the side of her face. It tasted horrible, but it was his.
"Faster." He demanded.
That was not happening. She couldn't ascertain how much longer he would last and things were not going to end like this, she released his cock with a loud plop.
"I think it's my turn now." She said taking off her clothes.
Madara grunted with displeasure. He followed suit, although he looked like he was contemplating something. He waited patiently for her clothes to be removed. "Bend over and press your hands against the tree."
Sakura squealed with excitement, following his instructions, then she arched her butt upwards to give him better access.
Madara pressed his mouth to her dry vagina and gave it one lacklustre kiss. "You're turn, I think not, I wasn't finished." He place his cock inside her in one foul swoop.
She felt a sharp pain inside her, and an errant scream escaped her mouth. "Madara what are you doing?
"All this time you thought you were in control? Every time we've danced you've always lost!" He ran his hand across her ass like admiring a masterpiece. He gave it a firm slap, leaving a bright red mark among a sea of white.
Sakura shuddered, she knew what he was doing, but if he wanted to push her away to chase Tobirama around the world and back, it was going to take more than a little rough sex for that to happen.
"You don't really think it's going to be that easy do you?" She swerved her hips and tackled her unwitting lover to the ground.
She straddled him, but Madara wasn't ready to give up just yet, they jostled for dominance along the ground, going back and forth with who enjoyed position on top. Their bodies quickly became became layered with dirt from the messy forest floor, and the more hazardous twigs and stones drew blood indiscriminately as their bare skin rolled over them. They played rough, casual elbows and kicks were thrown into the equation. Sakura had to restrain herself, spending the rest of the day healing his broken ribs was out of the question.
Eventually Madara wound up on top, his expressive eyes were going into overdrive imagining what he was going to do as he mounted his prize.
Tactically, Sakura's released a high pitched screech that was nails down a chalkboard, she felt it resonate through his panicked body.
"What is it, are you hurt?" He slackened his grip just enough.
She used it to turn the tables and ended back on top. She was really grateful that he cared, but not enough to go easy on him.
He laughed proudly. "Well played. Now what will you do?"
"I'm going to fuck your brains out." A beautiful reversal of fortune as far as she was concerned.
She placed him inside of her, it was less painful this time, the ruckus on the ground had filled her with excitement, her body fluttered with juices like the morning dew; he evidently felt the same, he hadn't shrunk in size. She plunged her battered and bloodied body against him like impaling herself on an oiled spike, sharply feeling him bare down against her walls; he twisted himself around in an obvious attempt to make her really feel the burn, but left in place was all pleasure. The superfluous feeling of pain had since been wiped out and she pressed on with joy.
She slammed her hips against him with meaning and he responded equally viciously even from the passive spot on the ground; it all culminated to a bloodthirsty clapping noise. It scared her, she worried they would piston themselves away before they finally exploded for a final mess, but most of all it excited her.
"Are you going to come for me?"
"Faster."
Faster? She wasn't sure she could do faster, but she could do harder, whether they could survive it was a different story.
She relaxed her muscles, magnetizing him deeper into her body, then she came crashing down on his cock like a hateful tidal wave. Her body screamed. This sensation was foreign to her but she was willing to follow it through. Madara himself was trying his best to stifle his moans but she wasn't foolish enough to deify her bodies commands, neither did she care if anyone heard. It felt like an almost mystic kind of energy quickly building up and threatening to burst.
There was a small pool of pre-cum that sloshed around her vagina, each thrust splattered more around in mindless mayhem turning her vagina into a sticky puddle of their love juices. The dry clapping noise was now wet and sloppy. It made her feel dirty, she imagined how her friends would react if they heard about the disgusting situation she was in, it turned her on more. It was too much.
"Madara, I'm going to come!" Her body finally burst and experienced powerful a sensation that redefined pleasure, it put her head in the clouds for a few strong seconds before she came crashing back down. Then Madara came, his moans out of control, the explosion was real, his semen filled her up quickly and then leaked out down her thigh in a steady trickle. After their bodies stopped pulsating and their movements slowed down to a crawl she pulled him in for a kiss.
Madara stopped her. "Your face is filthy."
She couldn't disagree, it was drenched in sweat, traces of mud, blood and probably some of his cum thrown in for good measure. Tough. She wasn't to be denied this final act of intimacy. She forced her way through, seven seconds of sloppy love thrown in against his moans of disdain – apparently not enjoying the wet picnic. Trails of various sticky fluids latched onto their mouths as they parted.
Madara let out a sound, a mixture of laughter and disgust. "What did I do to deserve that last part."
"You said you loved me."
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