This chapter is NSFW, with depictions of sexual intercourse, rope bondage and other adult stuff. If you, dear reader, are underage or uncomfortable with sex related topics, I recommend you skip this chapter.
To her surprise, his bedroom looked way more welcoming than the rest of his house, let alone the entire compound. It occupied most of the second floor and had its own balcony behind half closed embroidered curtains. The conduit from the fireplace brought heat, and strategically placed nearby was a small study. Books were piled on the desk and pieces of torn paper littered its surface. Probable residues of abandoned ideas. On the opposite side of the room stood his bed, grand and comfortable looking, neatly done with layers of thick fluffy covers. Adjacent to it was his wardrobe, accompanied with a screen for modesty when changing. A wooden door beside it probably led to a personal bathroom, which was worth remembering for later. Taking a few steps forward she saw the bright glow of the increasing moon peaking from behind the window, casting its light unto the rest of the compound, keeping an eye on it for the leader.
Her attention shifted to the hand pushing her hair away from her shoulder, while the other held a firm grip on her obi. Panting with anticipation she exposed her neck allowing him to tease her again, but his luscious lips never came. Instead she felt the tip of his nose travel up to her ear, his slow long breathing taking the scent of her in. He pressed himself against her back, an arm wrapping around her waist. "Do you want me, Aino?" He murmured in sultry tones.
His mouth found her earlobe and started nibbling it softly, turning her further into mush. "Yes, my lord…" She said before letting out a pleasured sigh. He had found that ticklish spot behind her ear.
Madara hummed against the skin of her shoulder as he undid the brocade belt. His restless hands pulled on the fabric in quick moves and once fully loosened it got tossed on the floor, soon followed by the soft sash and cord which opposed little resistance to his sensual intentions. No longer held in place, the first layer of the kimono slid off of her. He went to undo the second layer but was beat to the race by the seamstress's fingers already working at the ribbon holding it closed. She let out a satisfied breath when the sheer silk pooled at her feet. "I was starting to feel way too hot in there." She declared, hopping away from the kimono pile.
"You women wear way too many layers to my taste." He replied as he drew her closer and began caressing the now naked skin of her arms. A playful smile appeared on her face, growing with her hands traveling up the undone collar of his yukata. "You wear too many layers to my taste." She purred as she hungrily peeled the fabric off of his shoulders.
Aino bit her lip at the feast of a man standing in front of her before she succumbed to her earlier craving. His broad frame felt warm under her touch as she explored every inch of exposed flesh, going from soft patches of intact skin to the relief of scars he bore from a past of warfare. Emboldened by the soft humming she drew from him, she trailed kisses along his jaw line leading to his neck where she rested to bathe in his intoxicating smell, while an adventurous thumb played with the waist line of his loose trousers. Her hand attempted further intrusion beneath the cotton towards his backside, but was caught on the spot in a firm grip.
"Greedy, are we?" He chuckled as he aimed for her butt and squeezed it, making her squeal in return. "Wait for me here and I'll show you how greedy I can be."
Grinning at his own promise he let go of her and disappeared, leaving her alone with her frustration and thumping heartbeat. Her impatient fingers fidgeted with the knot closing her robe, eager to get rid of this last barrier keeping the rest of her body from being ravaged all over. She went to unfold the front panels of her robe when sudden pressure on her chest yanked her backwards. Instinctively her feet followed, trying to find balance between the forces rocking her left to right.
Rope. A twin set of ropes pushed on her sternum and dug into her upper arms. This didn't look like binding between lovers at all. It was something else, something that made her stomach churn with both anguish and anticipation. Another stiff loop embraced her ribcage right below her breasts, pressing into it as he twisted the rope into a knot. She went on to grab the strands, but was beaten to the race by Madara who grabbed both her arms, folded them behind her back and attached them in place. She felt each and every intertwining of the cord, lacing with her limbs in an invisible but sturdy pattern, ending at her wrists with a heavy knot to secure everything.
No matter how she contorted, the rope kept in place. She could only curse herself as the Uchiha circled her slowly. His face said it all. The bastard was enjoying every second of her struggle and growing frustration. "What is this?" Aino hissed in vain defiance.
Madara grinned as he posted himself in front of her. "This is what you told me to do, remember?" With two fingers he grabbed the strands and pulled her to him, his other hand reaching for her neck. "I want you and I'll have you this way." He whispered against her cheek.
Aino inhaled sharply as his lips attacked her shoulder, biting and sucking even harder than earlier, leaving marks wherever they saw fit. The slight pressure around her neck disappeared; replaced with delicious tingles trailing down to her cleavage followed by a sudden tugging. She shivered when the cool air brushed against her now bare breasts. Madara latched onto them, relishing the handfuls of tender flesh and the soft coos of pleasure coming from his guest. The hardened peaks soon attracted curious thumbs. Aino bit her lip hard, but the moan still managed to escape her mouth.
His lewd tongue couldn't resist a taste and as a result her back arched, almost causing her to lose her balance. Under the watch of half closed eyes he licked and sucked, alternating between the two sensitive buds. Aino pulled on her restrains. To not be able to touch him, to run her hands through his hair, to feel up his hardened manhood poking against her thigh was torture. No matter what she did, the rope kept on depriving her from this right while the Uchiha's hands roamed freely all over her body.
"Fuck…" She groaned after his teeth bit her nipple ever so slightly.
The heavenly sensations ceased abruptly and she whimpered at the loss. Rising to top her with all his height Madara grabbed her chin, forcing his gaze into hers. "My, my… Such a dirty word coming from that mouth of yours." A smirk spread on his face. "I'll teach you to use such colorful language with me. On your knees!"
Aino obeyed without a word, carefully lowering herself to the ground while keeping her balance as best as she could. As soon as her knees brushed the rough tatami she realized she wouldn't be able to get up on her own. Her arms were growing numb in their forced position and lacked the strength to keep her upper body from throwing off its own weight. From her new point of view the look on her host's face as well as his stance were ones of triumph and hunger. She was even more at his mercy, and the fact made blood rush faster in her veins.
His hands went to fondle his visible bulge before undoing his trousers and soon enough his erect manhood stood before her, begging for attention. As his fingers stroked its length painfully slow, hers were twitching behind her back. If not for those fucking ropes she'd be the one to do that. Damn that Uchiha! In addition of being handsome he also had to be such a fucking tease. With nothing else to do she took in this delightful display, softly groaning when lust bit deeper between her thighs.
Madara took a step forward, his ego thoroughly stroked at how captivated the woman was by his cock. "Let's put that mouth to good use." He purred, offering her a sly smile and bringing himself closer to her face. "Suck it."
Aino stared at his proud expression, and as she did a grin drew on her face. True, he had the upper hand with her unable to move, but here he was before her, vulnerable and exposed to her desire for him. She swallowed a chuckle at the idea of the great Madara Uchiha turning into a hot mess all because of her. Since he was so eager, she would make it her goal to bring him to his knees.
She licked her lips, observing his body twitching in anticipation. "Yes, my lord." She said before running the tip of her tongue up his shaft.
A growl spilled from the Uchiha's lips when she reached the sensitive tip and worked it with small licks. To see his chest heave up and hear his shallow breathing encouraged her to keep going with her little revenge. He was enjoying it this much already, and it was only the beginning. Her mouth left that sweet spot right below the head to bring attention to his balls, lavishing them in glistening caresses and light kisses. The way he bit his lower lip before letting out a low moan made her shiver. This man was even hotter when bathing in a selfish pleasure he couldn't contain. She kept on kissing and licking along his shaft until she reached the pooling juices at the top. Her greedy tongue couldn't resist a taste.
"Don't tease me, woman…" He growled in between sighs of pleasure while she fed on his salty essence.
Aino chuckled against him. After all, she was only doing to him what he had done to her earlier. Deciding against his words she found that special spot again, and this time lightly sucked on it. The resulting moan rumbled low in his throat and his entire body tensed. Another slick drop ran down the hardened flesh and she caught it in a broad lap, humming at the taste of him filling her mouth once again.
"Aino…" He muttered under a shaky breath. She smirked at his patience running dry when he spoke her name, the last syllable dancing on his tongue as a lust filled warning. Alright then, since he had enough of her little payback, she happily obliged his plea and took him in.
Madara threw his head back at the moist heat now surrounding his member. That skilled tongue of hers swirled around it, making him see stars when it wrapped around its head and traced the ridge right below with just the right pressure. His hips began thrusting forward of their own accord repeatedly in search of more of these delightful sensations which she was so keen on delivering. Soon her hold on him intensified, both in speed and in fervor, causing full, loud moans to escape his lips. Before he unraveled further in ecstasy, he grabbed a handful of plum hair and threw a triumphant look on the woman at his feet. To see her obey his command yet dare to toy with him, to see her luscious lips moving up and down so eagerly around his length turned him on even more. His eyes closed as a well known pressure built in his nether regions.
That mouth of hers was good. Too good.
Before another jolt of pleasure shook his insides Madara withdrew himself, earning a disappointed grunt from the seamstress. Catching her breath she watched him clumsily tug his rock hard erection away in his trousers, and couldn't resist a laugh when his panting and nearly undone self looked down at her. What a sight. She had brought him so close to release and even though he managed to keep control, it was still a sweet reward.
With slow steps he went for another spool of rope, always keeping an eye on her. "Well then… You are indeed a woman of many talents, and a stubborn one at that." He declared, unwinding the rope and letting it spread at his feet. "Perhaps a more thorough punishment is what you need. After all, one has got to remember their place sometimes."
The gall of that man. That comeback actually stung.
In a matter of seconds Aino found herself lying on her stomach with her face pressed against the floor and the Uchiha kneeling beside her. She winced at the air being forced out of her lungs and instinctively tried to wiggle her way out, but to no avail. The hand pinning her in place grabbed her hair and pulled her head up in one quick move as a low chuckle resounded near. "Tonight…" He murmured to her ear while his free hand traced the curve of her hip. "You are mine. All…" A feral canine scratched her earlobe. "… mine."
A barely uttered word, so faint yet enough for the serpents of pleasure to slither all over her skin and travel down to the pit of her stomach. He let go of her hair and hummed his way to her neck where he placed a light kiss.
As he checked the strength of her existing binds she distinguished his expression in the corner of her eye. One that she could only describe as wicked. Fitting, knowing that the emotions and sensations he was distilling in her veins was something she could only describe as the beginning of madness.
Madara whipped the rope straight on the floor before he grabbed one of her ankles and encircled it tightly with several loops, tying them all in place once done. Aino writhed under him while he still held her foot in the air, both from the discomfort and the ticklish feeling of his fingers feeling her up under her robe. She let out a gasp as they traveled up, taking the trim of her clothing with them up to the high of her thigh, but no further. Her lips pursed in discontent at his exploration ending there. He was so close to where she wanted him to touch her so badly.
She barely had time to relax into his softer touch that she got jolted back into rough territory when he lifted her foot higher to loop the rope around her once more. With one pull he forced her leg to flex and secured it there, her ankle now attached to the back of her thigh in a straining, unnatural way. After cutting the excess rope he tied her other leg the same way, twisting and pulling on the strands with equal roughness, making it impossible for her to move on her own any longer. She was completely powerless, bent to his lustful will.
The contact with the tatami had started to chafe her skin, but to combat the numbness of her bound limbs her body felt compelled to move no matter what. Her mind clouding with the sensation overload Aino bit her lip, knowing control over her own self was slipping away from her. This position, heck, this entire evening was something she wouldn't have envisioned even in her wildest dreams. The ways of the Uchiha were harsh, driven all the way by desire, raw and uncontained. He had submitted her like he would an opponent and would continue to do so in order to drink in the victorious pleasure of such sight.
No matter what she did, surrender would come along with delight in one form or another and it was infuriating.
Her heart pounded harder in her chest when she caught a glimpse of him arranging the remaining strands of rope together into a makeshift whip and testing it against the palm of his hand. The look he threw her then as he kneeled closer, along with this smirk betrayed his excitement to fulfill his promise. In one quick move her robe was out of the way, baring her ass for his hungry eyes to see and his whip to defile.
Aino couldn't repress a gasp. She had dared for the upper hand, and she was about to get a reminder of who was in charge.
"Now… Let's hear you sing!" Madara looked down at the woman squirming at his feet, grinning at the state she was in before lashing out the first stroke.
She cried out on impact, her whole body tensing from the acute sting before heating up from the blood rushing in her skin. In her daze she heard him laugh out loud. She grunted while he entertained himself, the only thing she could do as she couldn't think of any way to taint this payback in her current position. The second lash hit on her lower buttocks, this time earning a strangled moan from her as the burning pain became one and the same with her arousal, jolting it in a way she had never thought was possible. She panted hard trying to gather herself up, but the only thing she could think about was that pulsating need begging louder and louder to be relieved.
Another stroke of the whip fell and another wave of tremors ran through her. Whistling breaths filled the room as she slowly drifted into deeper restlessness, every inch of her body now overly sensitive. She twitched at the feeling of her breasts on the rough surface of the tatami, a feeling she wouldn't be able to ignore from now on. One additional lash on the reddened skin resounded within her, and then another, and another, all punctuated with an ever sharper pain.
Then the whip never came back. Instead a curious hand found its way to her mistreated backside and fondled it gently. Aino, having been rendered a sweaty panting mess, groaned and tensed at his contact, his warm touch feeling like flames licking at the bruising skin. His hand soon left her plump flesh and two of its fingers walked up her spine until they reached her nape. There he took a firm hold of her hair, pulling her head so that her eyes would meet with his. In the blur of tears that never ran the seamstress noticed his smug grin punctuating once again an expression surged with pride.
"What a lovely song." He whispered, his other hand cupping her cheek.
A faint smile adorned her flushed face while she remained quivering on the ground, eyes closed and breathless through this display of tenderness. All kinds of sensations were coursing through her, consuming her, with their nexus deep down in that one single place. Release. She wanted… no, she needed release. Every cell of her cramped, restless body craved it like never before and the almighty lord Madara was denying her this primal need. How could he get so much pleasure from her, from her forced submission, from all the wicked sounds escaping her mouth and leave her to feed on crumbs?
But her curiosity made a powerful ally of her desire. Fuck it, if she had to push the cocky bastard further to reap more of this twisted pleasure, then she would by all means necessary.
"Not… Not as lovely as yours… My lord." She said, the honorific dripping from her lips like honey, adding to the sting of the taunt.
Madara quirked his eyebrow at the daring statement. After all, she truly meant it. Every moan and groan spilling from his delightful lips was music to her ears. Only now was the perfect time to use the truth to her advantage. She bit her lip as she grinned conspicuously before him, already excited about the outcome of her action. Reciprocating with one of his trademark smirks he let go of her hair, stood up and walked away from her sight, all without uttering a single word. Resting her forehead on the floor Aino chuckled to herself. Who cared what he had left in store for her? As long as she could quench her thirst, as long as she had a chance to get what she wanted more than anything now.
A multitude of sounds reached her ears, distracting her mind from its infernal chorus. He was close, stepping back and forth near her bound form, his loud breathing punctuated with short grunts while he worked on his next way to torment her. The sudden crack of wood above her made her jerk in surprise and was immediately followed with a noise she could only describe as rough friction. She tried to lift her head up to peak on the source of that strange scraping, but was blinded by the curtain of her own hair as well as betrayed by her own muscles, all of them too numb to fulfill such a simple task.
His feet stomped louder towards her and once they reached their destination, two strong arms grabbed both flesh and rope to make her roll onto her back. Aino let out a whimper when the weight of her own bust pushed on her attached arms, indenting the cord deeper into her skin. The asperities of the tatami were no kinder to her bruised backside. Once she managed to blow away most of the annoying locks of hair away she laid eyes on her host towering her with all his mighty height, his gaze intense and with more rope in hand. Her head tilted slightly to appreciate his handsome frame from that new point of view, his desire more visible than ever.
Then it caught her eye: Only one end of the rope was spiraled around his fist. Her gaze followed the rest of it up to one of the thick wooden beams crossing the ceiling, where it was held in place with additional strands, then down again to the floor a meter or two behind him. Her heart pounded hard with anticipation under the large loops binding her heaving chest. The purpose of such a setup became quite obvious, and left almost too much for her wild imagination to handle.
The Uchiha kneeled carefully beside her again, taking the length of rope with him. The knuckles of his fingers went to brush the ticklish skin of her neck softly, then slowly made their way down in between her breasts to the sound of a trembling sigh. That taunting smirk of his still plastered on his face he placed a thumb in between the rope and her sternum to loop the new strand in, making it slither under the other loops encircling her torso and upper thighs. One swift pull on both ends of the strand tightened the final knot and Aino gasped as it abruptly brought more tension to the already tight binds restricting her body.
Once the deed done, Madara let go of the cord and leaned over her. His wild mane of hair fanned on both their faces as he buried his in her neck, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Let's see how you like this…" He purred lowly while a cheeky hand fondled her breast.
Never removing his gaze from the seamstress he took several steps backwards, and then stopped when the rope hanging from the ceiling was at his reach. Her breaths went in and out in saccades as he lifted up both arms and grabbed the rope in a firm and secure grip. Aino wiggled on the floor, mumbling curses through gritted teeth. The wait was excruciating, as much as the anticipation of what was to come and the low, playful chuckle filling the room didn't help her case.
A dead silence befell the both of them for long aching seconds.
And he pulled.
Aino cried out as her body left the safety of the floor and assumed a moon crescent shape, greatly accentuating the painful hold of the rope around her limbs. Her reaction as well as her useless struggling amused the Uchiha greatly, who laughed brighter at her predicament. He pulled again on the rope with a guttural grunt, lifting her higher and plunging her deeper into a state of helplessness. While she writhed and whimpered before him, excitation coursed through his veins for the first time in what had felt like eternity. He had power, so much power over this delightful creature. All the things he could do with her, to her, if he so wished.
A strong final pull lifted Aino so high that hints of vertigo sipped inside her, made worse by her bound self rocking back and forth. As if her excruciating carnal need wasn't enough, she now had to deal with this complete loss of her bearings and this dreadful feeling of losing herself.
Satisfied by this result Madara let go of the rope, its surplus falling on the ground in a thud way too loud for something of its weight. Within a blink his depthless eyes revealed his crimson Sharingan, swirling into an intricate pattern as they came to rest on the luscious body of the woman contorting in the empty. At the pace of slow, nonchalant steps he circled her, taking her in like an artist would do his finished art piece. Her lips were trembling, parted in silent distress while her eyes struggled to remain open. Her round breasts were framed by large coils of cord, mounds of incredible softness blooming fully among the intricate knots and halted breathing. His red pupils lingered on the curves of her hips and full thighs in which the rope dug delightfully, even more so by every vain movement to escape her binds.
Madara grinned. He had brought her where he wanted. Full, beautiful submission.
Aino's head fell backwards to the sound of a chest deep groan. She needed him. Her strength and will were vanishing, crushed by her soaring desire. Her limbs stopped responding. She couldn't resist any longer. She needed him now. Completely bared for his hungry eyes to devour she felt herself swing dangerously close to the edge of insanity. She needed him right the fuck now.
"Please…" she breathed in between whimpers, her ego and earlier pride crumbling to pieces. The Uchiha walked to meet with her upside down gaze. "Did you say something?" he purred, his nose brushing playfully with hers.
The seamstress gulped loudly. "Please… Touch me… Touch me…" she panted, spreading her legs as far as the rope would allow.
Madara chuckled at how desperate her plea resounded in his ears, his own arousal becoming harder to control the longer he stared at her voluptuous curves. She was so lovely like this, tormented and begging. His fingertips traced her cheek ever so gently and as they went down took with them a wave of goosebumps to her hip and bruising thigh. Two strong hands found her knees and forced her legs to open wider, earning a cry from the seamstress at the binds burying deeper into her flesh. While she and her heated cheeks turned away, the Uchiha licked his lips at the sight of her drenched womanhood.
"Please…" She whimpered, tensing into his grip. Smirking, he licked and nibbled at the soft skin of her inner thigh, causing more of those ego-stroking sounds to reach his ears. "Please who?" He asked all smug.
A grunt rumbled behind bitten lips. "Please… Lord Uchiha…" She begged some more, her voice breaking.
"Yes?" His baritone voice hummed in between love bites to the supple flesh. "What do you want from me, Aino dear?" He caught a glimpse of the utter frustration painted on her face as she managed to lock her eyes with his and eventually snapped: "For all gods' sake Lord Uchiha, please! Please! Make me cum!"
Such unhinged words made him grin wider. "Oh… I see." He replied, each second between his words more lingering than the other. "Well… Since you asked so nicely…" He purred before burying his face between her legs.
Aino's entire body arched when he kissed and licked her cunt, his tongue weaving playfully between her folds while her mouth released some of the most delicious moans he had ever heard. He grinned as he tasted her passionately; eager to see how long she would last under his skillful attack. The tip of his tongue traced more sensual patterns on her nether lips before moving to the engorged bundle of nerves crowning them, tickling it with quick flicking licks. She cried out in pleasure, her hips riding his tongue greedily in the quest to satiate her carnal need as fast as possible.
His arms laced around her legs and held her even closer as he lapped hungrily at the glistening trails covering her inner thighs. She was so wet for him, and he was determined not to let a single drop of her essence go to waste. He followed the last drop right back to her pussy, taking in her sweetness before titillating her swollen bud again, this time with more fervor. She replied with as much desire in a deep, lengthy moan, drowning further in this delightful bliss she had sought for the entire evening.
A familiar pressure started building within her as he kept his pace and drew more and more high pitched sounds from his guest. He was driving her into utter madness; unleashing sensations within her equally as mad and she loved it. One command slipped from her lips, barely articulated among a torrent of moans. The Uchiha happily obliged and devoured her harder, pouring all his lust for her in his deed and soon enough her paroxysm came crashing upon her.
It felt as if her very being had shattered in a million pieces. Aino let out the loudest moan, quickly followed by a series of groans as the waves of pleasure ravaged all of her from the inside. Held tight in the rope's embrace her body trembled from the delightful high while Madara watched, wiping his smirking mouth with the back of his hand.
The halting in her breath died down as seconds poured, ending with a long and tired exhale and her body going limp. Aino swung in the air, a numb and shapeless pendulum. All around and beneath closed eyes was emptiness and silence. Her senses had shut down completely, leaving her suspended in a limbo where she couldn't think or feel, only feast on the leftovers of her peak.
Madara shivered as his Sharingan took in this exquisite sight. He had tamed her, conquered her.
A spasm ran through her when the wood above cracked and soon after her arms and back came into contact with the hard tatami floor, giving her back some sense of space. A cold kunai blade slowly glided against her skin and as it cut loose the rope circling her chest blood flew again with all its warmth. Madara rotated her carefully to the side and proceeded to do the same with her legs and wrists and undid all the loops until she was finally fully free of her binds. Unfolding her sore limbs proved to be a delicate operation, and if it was not for the Uchiha helping her and lifting her up against him she would've struggle for much longer. As the numbness slowly left her body she laid there by his side, still and spent.
He remained kneeling there for a while, careful not to disturb his guest's peaceful moment. Of all the things he had seen in his life, the sight of a vanquished woman resting in his arms was one of the most beautiful. The kind of beauty one would need in an existence weaved from war and horror, dyed in the blood of one's kin.
He sighed deeply, his Sharingan vanishing behind black irises and traces of doubt settling in his mind.
Against his chest Aino stirred and raised blinking eyes at him, calm and relaxed as if she had come back from a deep slumber. Unlocking herself from his hold she stretched her aching limbs one by one, sighing happily at the pleasant sensations coursing her muscles. As she brought her arms to her naked breasts she looked at the lines of scratched skin scattered on her body where rope had hugged her in a harsh yet sensual embrace. She was free to move again after what felt like an eternity of bondage. Her hands pushed the wild locks away from her face. "I… honestly cannot tell if I've been through hell or paradise."
"Let's take that as a compliment." Madara replied, laughing at the awe struck expression accompanying her statement.
His attention lingered on her lips as she offered him a kind smile. Those full lips from which such intoxicating sounds and pleas spilled only moments before. Beneath the thin layer of red tint, promises of warmth and softness beckoned him and oh, did he crave them at this instant. He found himself leaning in closer and closer, until a strict set of fingers met with his mouth, pushing him away gently.
"I don't kiss my one night stands." Aino declared in a stern tone.
"Please."
Her eyes widened. Did she hear him right? The great Madara Uchiha saying "please"? To her of all people? Never in a million years would she have thought such a word was part of his vocabulary. Her head tilted as she stared at the foreign expression on his face. Where pride and arrogance would usually sit, there was something genuine and much more vulnerable. Longing? Melancholy? She couldn't really tell. What she was sure of is that this softer side of Madara was as much inviting.
Aino held his stare and nodded, more of a reflex than a conscious move, a hand pressing on his chest as she leaned in.
He pressed his lips against hers in a slow and soft kiss, neither shy nor fierce. As she started responding his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist and soothing warmth spread throughout his body. Soon there was no space left between them, both too busy tasting each other's sweet gentleness. When he opened his mouth to deepen their kiss, Aino pulled away. Her eyes still shut, her forehead came to rest against his while her hands enveloped his broad shoulders, shaky breaths escaping her mouth.
She shouldn't have done that, but it was too late: the venom of his kiss had already sipped into her veins.
Damn you, Madara Uchiha.
With her hands now on each side of his face she pulled him back and crashed her lips onto his, effectively knocking all wind from his lungs and any rational thoughts away. She laced her arms around his neck as he responded eagerly in a heated kiss, her restless fingers tangling in his wild mane while his traced the curve of her back.
Breaking the kiss to draw breath he rested his eyes on that undergarment robe she was still wearing. It had been there way too long to his taste. In a matter of seconds he slid it off of her shivering form and threw it aside, finally getting rid of the last rampart between him and her naked body. A light blush colored her cheeks as his thirsty mouth found hers again, feverish hands stroking eagerly every inch of her skin. One found her left breast and started kneading it gently while his thumb played with her hardened nipple. He drank the sweet moans coming from her mouth, feeding further his arousal. The seamstress grinned against his lips, her fingertips trailing down his toned pectoral towards his own nipples, making him shiver in anticipation.
But the playful teasing never came. Instead she pushed him to the ground and before he could move she straddled his body, and silenced his grunt of disapproval with another fiery kiss. Her hands caressed from his sides to his chest, following the soft relief of his defined muscles before she stopped at his nipples to pinch them slightly. The volume of the moan he let out when she broke their kiss made her chuckle. She continued to torture the sensitive buds while she moved to his neck, placing kisses and loving bites wherever she saw fit.
Chills rans up her spine when she felt his erection poke her womanhood from underneath his trousers, urging her to continue her ministrations. She rocked her hips back and forth, slow and steady against his throbbing cock and soon enough she was rewarded with delightful deep groans. She kept her pace as she gave loving attention to his neck and collarbone once more, the friction down below now causing her to gasp softly in pleasure.
His hands came to rest on her hips as she grinded against him, but instead of encouraging her movement he spanked her already mistreated backside. Hard.
Aino barely had time to cry out in surprise that Madara rolled her over and pinned her arms out of the way. "You just can't get enough now, can you?" He purred before kissing her forcefully, to which she replied by deepening the kiss, their tongues feisty and demanding.
Two strong arms encircled her and forced her to stand up along with him. Once on their feet she claimed his mouth again, and with a grunt he lifted her up against him and walked to his bed where he laid her down, but didn't join her yet. Aino dragged herself to the pillows behind her, settling down on the bed in her naked majesty as she hungrily watched the Uchiha finally discard his last piece of clothing. This man proved more than ever a feast for hungry eyes. Hers traveled up and down his handsome physique, appraising the new sight of his well-defined thighs and even more so the sight of his girthy length, fully erected under a patch of coarse dark hair. She opened her legs wide to reveal her womanhood, drenched and inviting. Such a tempting offer to the leader of the Uchiha, and he didn't think twice before taking it.
Madara crawled on top of her, his bare skin brushing against hers sending chills of delight down his spine. Their mouths joined in another kiss, one where the Uchiha added spice by bitting her lower lip. She tried to retaliate by biting him in return but failed to do so, yet as his deep chuckle filled her ears her smirk grew wider. Her furtive hand encircling his cock quickly turned that chuckle into a groan and then into a full fleshed moan when she started stroking it, something she had so craved to do. The other hand followed in the trail of its twin but opted to settle on the Uchiha's buttock instead, and after some time softly massaging it, she succumbed to one mischievous impulse and spanked him.
And he cried out in pleasure.
The fact hit them both at the same time, as soon as he caught his breath. Aino stared at him for the few seconds that followed, barely containing her laugher. "You like to be spanked that much, my Lord?"
"Why, you little…" The rest of his words got drowned into a feral growl as he pressed his body against her, capturing her hands and pinning them above her head before lashing rough kisses on her neck. The grip of one single warrior's hand around her wrists tightened when she arched underneath him, effectively keeping her in place for his little revenge. As furtively as she did to him Madara brought his fingers to her aching cunt, determined to return the favor and to render her unable to speak more nonsense.
Aino moaned softly as his skilled fingers explored her folds, her desirable hips bucking to meet his hand and harvest the pleasure blooming there. Once thoroughly coated with her sweet essence he pushed two fingers inside her core and watched as her head fell backwards in bliss. With every movement of these two curled up fingers she turned further into a horny panting mess, which brought one devilish grin on his face. To please a woman was so easy… As easy as casting his most destructive jutsus.
And he was very much inclined to destroy her a second time.
His hands found their way to the soft flesh of her thighs and propelled them up until her knees met with her heaving breasts. There she lay beneath him, spread wide and mouth agape ready to begin a sinful symphony for him. Aino's hands and arms came to rest on his shoulders, holding on tight as she welcomed him between her legs.
She gasped audibly as the Uchiha filled her in one hard thrust and began a frenetic and hungry pace. His eyes swirled into red at the erotic spectacle unraveling beneath him, growls rumbling deep down in his throat each time he defiled her flesh and reaped the sharp bites of pleasure for himself. Aino had surrendered once more to her lust, her nails digging deeper into his back every time he slammed into her. The way she groaned and moaned, the way her hips rolled with his, ever so demanding, begging without words, had him curse all gods above them.
In a heated heartbeat Madara stood up on his knees, forced the woman on all fours and in their rough embrace claimed her womanhood again. The sensations that came with this change of position brought Aino closer to the stars. With every deep thrust his feral growls filled her ears while his cock filled her again and again, stirred more of that raw pleasure deep in her insides. As her arms slowly gave way she threw a glance behind: The sight of the Uchiha's eyes half closed in ecstasy, his hair falling messily on a face adorned with the most wicked smile, the lovely shapes of his sculpted body rippling as he bucked into her… That sight bit deep within, feeding that fire between her thighs.
Her admiring him only lasted that long before he grabbed her hair and yanked her head backwards, while his other hand captured her side. He fucked her unforgivingly, the ever building pressure in his cock urging him to take more of her and claim more of these irresistible sensations from her tight cunt. His guttural growls soon got drowned out by the horny sounds coming from his lover. His lips curled into a grin. Not so stubborn anymore now, was she?
"Ma… Mada…" His ears perceived before her words drowned in a mewl.
The hand that held her hair twisted to catch more of her locks. "That's right… Say my name." He panted.
Aino could barely catch her breath in between hard thrusts. "Ma-Madara…" She managed to articulate.
The palm of his hand came crashing on her ass, earning a cry from her. "Say it again!"
"Madara!" She shouted, effectively filling the Uchiha with pride.
The reward for her obedience came in the form of his hand leaving her ass to go play with her bud. She whimpered in all her obscenity beneath him while he kept shattering and pleasing her, drinking his fill and soon enough her inner walls started pulsing around his shaft. He rammed into her with all his might, the pitch of her moans flying higher and higher until she tumbled over the edge in a loud cry. His frantic pounding continued after her body had collapsed in the bed until he too came loudly, his head falling back and his thirst for her finally quenched.
He kept bucking into her as deeply as he could to harvest the very last bits of pleasure, fingers curled on the supple flesh of her sides, all accompanied by a string of soft moans as the final drops of his seed spilled inside her. Only then did he too collapse in a wave of shudders.
Madara rolled onto one side of the bed, panting and spent. His chest bore a thin layer of sweat, glistening under the dancing light of the candle as his breathing found its natural pace again. Black irises glanced to his left where the still form of his lover lay, also recovering from their shared height. The sight brought a drowsy smile to his face. Even though the years kept piling up, the Uchiha leader was without a doubt still in his prime.
She met his gaze and as soon as she did, a particular moment of their wild ride came into her mind. Her grin grew wider, and wider, until she burst out with laughter she could no longer control. Madara lost no time and grabbed her by the waist, bringing her close enough for his lips to meet hers. Aino melted into the kiss, her fingers running through his hair as he drowned her in sweet delight. As they parted he placed a finger on her mouth. Fine then, it would be their little secret.
With one last kiss to her exquisite lover the seamstress brought the blanket over them both, sheltering their heated skin from the ever cooling breeze. He offered her his arm and as she cozied up in his embrace she watched him softly drift into sleep. Just like smiling, the peaceful afterglow of love-making did suit him well. Soon enough her own eyes felt heavy, the strain of her evening with Madara hitting her with full force. She went to nudge her face into his neck when she jolted.
Aino blinked once, then several times again. It was just a shadow. Yet… She could have sworn she had seen two bright yellow eyes staring at her. She looked again.
Nothing.
Nothing but a fragment of her exhausted imagination, quite evidently. Not minding the matter further she laid her head down and took in the fragrance of her lover. With him by her side nothing would dare to come to her, and on this thought she joined Madara into a world of darkness and dreams.
The moon was about to kiss the horizon, Gods knew how long after the sublime creature by his side had surrendered to sleep. She was laying still and undisturbed, her nakedness hidden away from his eyes, enveloped in the warmth and comfort of the blanket. Only her arms were bare, resting above her head on the pillow as if to frame her face. The sound of her breathing, slow and deep, filled the ears of a very much awake Madara.
So peaceful.
So vulnerable.
The gaze upon her once thoughtful turned crimson as his fingertip traced the line of her jaw. "Sleep well Aino, for you'll be among the very few I will regret." He whispered, allowing his lips to caress hers one last time and his Sharingan to catch the moment.
The shadows smiled in unison with him. A wide, wicked smile. There would be neither doubt nor mercy. His weapon and most of all his eyes were ready, pulsing with power into their sockets at this very moment.
He would accomplish his destiny and they would dance. They would all dance.