Sorry, it took a while. But I tried to make it worth the wait. Before that I must warn you that this chapter includes some mature and graphic content (though I highly doubt that any of you smutty minded people will have any objections. Still...) read on your own risk. Also, feel free to comment and let me know if you like it coz this is my first time writing something like this. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Twice. Tobirama slapped himself, twice, as a method to be sure that he was indeed not dreaming, after pinching himself multiple times. He was having a hard time believing that what he saw was not a dream. Something like that… even the possibilities seems unrealistic.

But it felt so real. It was real. He revisited the memory. He went to see what he sensed, a woman, but there was no women there. Only mist. The area was completely engulfed in thick fog. Its unusual as this is the same place where he comes almost everyday for his training. But now he could not even locate the lake. Just thick fog, it was impossible to see a few meters ahead. This never happened before. If he wasn’t a strong sensor, he would have definitely got lost. And that chakra signature that he felt before, its now bigger. And moving at indifferent speed. Or is it… flying. Its not even human anymore. Could it be a strange beast, perhaps a bijuu...

He contemplated whether or not he should go ahead, but curiosity got better of him. If it is indeed a bijuu, he wanted to see it with his own eyes. But what he saw, after he finally got close enough, took his breath away. Literally.

The memory made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Before he even realised, he was back at the gate of his clan's stronghold. Maybe it was his mind subconsciously brought him back to the one place he feels safe enough, after what he witnessed. He needs to report this to he clan head.

Without wasting time he teleported himself to where he assumes his brother could be. He barges straight in without even bothering to knock. He finds his brother and his wife sitting on the tatami mat near the window. They seem to be in deep thoughts, Hashirama was reading a scroll and it doesn’t look like it carried any good news.

“Anija… what happened…?” he asked stepping forward.

“Huh! Oh… Tobi…” Hashirama says looking up, a serious frown on his features, “Its good you came here yourself. We need to talk about something.”

Tobirama looks at Mito having same expression but with slight glimpses of confusion and worry.
“What is it?”

“Please, sit down brother.” Hashirama said motioning toward the empty mat in front of them.

This doesn’t feel good.
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   Madara saw the strands of his hairs fell on the ground as if in slow motion. Slowly his hands moved to touch his ear feeling a little sting of pain, he brought it in front of him to see the drops of blood. In the blink of an eye Amaya was pinned to the wall once again, a deadly aura radiating from her raven haired captive as his mangekyo pierced through her soul. Maybe, she did messed with the wrong person.

He had the same choking hold on her neck, only this time, it was suffocating her for real. He had a hold on her wrist above her head with his other hand while his body pressed against her relatively smaller frame, pinning her to the wall. The heat radiating from him felt almost intoxicating to her, his touch setting her skin on fire. The mere proximity between them was enough to make her hardcore façade waver. “You don’t know who you are messing with, Princess.” His hot breath fans her lips making her slightly shiver, “I guess I will have to show you, then.” The strange pattern in his blood red eyes spins and soon she finds herself in a world of black and red.

She finds herself crucified with a shadow replica of Madara standing in front of her with a bloody katana in hand, but where did that blood come from? She looks down to see blood dripping from a wound on her stomach. A feeling of dread overcame her when she saw herself surrounded by over a hundred shadows of him, each with a blood drenched sword, stabbing her in unequal intervals. Pain seared though out her being and she started screaming, her wails falling on deaf ears as they continued inflicting wounds on her. She has been here for more than three days and her helplessness in this situation disgusted her as the unbearable pain traumatized her soul. She felt herself losing the hold of her sanity as she gave into the voice of her subconscious, and for a moment, her control slipped for the second time that day.

Madara stood there awestruck as he saw Amaya's eyes change showing the shadow images of flames, as the auburn coloured stone of her crown glowed bright. He saw with his mouth slightly apart as she slowly broke out of his Tsukuyomi world panting and glaring, the faint outlines of scales on her body slowly disappear. Her eyes came back to it's ocean-blue hues. Now, he was truly intrigued. With no control over his actions, he found himself doing what he wanted to do all this while, ever since he saw her in his dream.

The first feeling of shock Amaya felt at first was replaced by the desire to give in to him as Madara lips crashed with her own. The cravings for him intensifying as her animalistic instinct kicked in, pulling him in while kissing him back with a force she didn’t knew she had. Her fingers threading in his raven locks as she pulled him even closer pressing herself against him. A deep groan resounded from within him as the hand that was previously on her neck moved to snake around her waist.
They broke apart after what seemed like a million years for some much needed air. Both of them were unaware as to what took over them, but they were thankful for it anyways. That kiss was strangely satisfyingly yet left them craving for more. Without losing anymore time their lips connected once again, tongues dancing in a battle of dominance which Madara won eventually. Amaya happily backed down and let him explore, enjoying herself. Madara smirks between the kiss. There are, off course, more than one way to gain a woman’s submission, and he would be just as happy to take this one.

His hand traveled her body, reaching her shoulder he gripped on the fabric of her outfit. Amaya moaned in the kiss as he slid it off to reveal her shoulder and upper part of her chest. His lips left hers to leave a trail of wet kisses on her jaws and neck, occasionally nipping and biting, leaving behind some angry looking hickeys here and there. Reaching the junction of her neck and shoulder he hears her gasp, smirking he marks the point with his teeth. Amaya’s grip tightening on his mane as she moans louder.

“You like that, huh Princess?”  Madara licks his bite mark, and then moves to her exposed shoulder to do the same, earning another delicious sound from her, “Allow me to give you more of it then.” He purrs in a husky voice capturing her bruised lips in another mind-blowing kiss. He picks her up from her waist and walks towards the bed, dropping her on it not very softly. He notices something he didn’t before, “No underwear? Well, aren’t you a naughty one, princess.” He leans on her as she tries to sit up, “Were you hoping for this to happen?” he smirks like a devil, getting close enough so their lips were almost touching.

Amaya blushes, not looking at him in the eyes. No, she wasn’t hoping for it but she wants it now. Madara looks at the pink tint spraying across her cheeks, slowly spreading more. He wonders how far it reaches. He really wants to find out. His hand lands on her thigh, softly caressing the soft skin, going up and down, “Well?” he asks impatient.
“N-No…” his touch sending bolts of electricity through out her body, “I wasn’t hoping for anything.”

“So, you want me to stop?” Madara asks moving his hands away. He prayed to possibly all the gods that she doesn’t.

The lose of his touch made Amaya wince. God, she really doesn’t want him to stop. She wants him. All of him. “No.” the word escaped her mouth even before she could know what she said and it made Madara break into a shit-eating grin. How much she wants to wipe it off his face. She grips his collar pulling him in for a kiss.

The sudden move surprised Madara a little but he was happy nonetheless. He likes his women bold and so far she has showed all the makings of it. But that doesn’t mean that he is going to just sit back and enjoy. He has always been the dominating one. “Here’s something, princess.” he says breaking the kiss, “We’re going to do things my way. Understand?” Amaya nods to which he smirks, “Now, I want you to just enjoy. Close your eyes.” He says standing up. Amaya quirks and eyebrow. “Now.” he orders.

Reluctantly, Amaya does what he says. She hears some rustling sounds and soon feeling his lips back on hers again. He kissed her passionately and it made her heart do a number of flips, until she realized just what he was up to. She opens her eyes to find Madara looking at her with the eyes of a predator looking down on its prey. Her hands were tied to the headboard providing only selective mobility. He took of his shirt off and hers as well. The intense lustful desire in his eyes as he looks at her naked form up and down made her shiver to the bones. “Do you have any idea just how tremendously beautiful you are…” he said in a deep husky voice, caressing her face with the back of his fingers. His hand travels down, fingers making a trail from her jaws, to the side of her neck through the valley of her supple breast going south, until he reaches his destination. A breathy moan escapes Amaya as his fingers caresses the folds of her womanhood. “Let me make one thing very clear, princess…” he whispers in her ear. “You are mine. All of you, only mine.” he makes his point loud and clear looking into her oceanic orbs with rock cutting obstinacy. He kisses her with passionate resolution. The tenacity making Amaya gasps. She nods after the kiss, telling him that she understood to which he smiles.

Amaya’s eyes glues to his visage. Never has she seen him smile, even in her dreams. And my god, does he have a beautiful smile?

He kisses her again, but this time its more lustful and hungry. His hands grabs her breast kneading and squeezing them, her nipples hardening under his touch. He marks her body with countless bite marks each time making her moan louder. Reaching her breast, he smirks, “Ready for the fun I promised you...” he cooes taking one of her hardened peaks in his mouth. Amaya squirms, a silenced scream escapes her sounding more like a squeak as he bit into it, “Tch tch tch… don’t hold those delicious noises back, princess. Let me hear them.” Madara teases, sucking harder, his tounge flicking around the sensitive bud. Amaya turns into a moaning mess as he switches breast once a while, making sure both of them receives equal treatment. His hands replacing his mouth automatically, pinching squeezing and flicking.

Satisfied, for now, his lips makes a path of open mouthed kisses on her stomach and hips, nipping and biting. As he travels south, suddenly a wave of shyness takes over Amaya and she closes her legs tightly forbidding him access. Annoyed, he looks at her only to end up smirking at the modest shyness of his virgin lover. His reaction only made Amaya blush more and she pouts.

“Relax, princess. It will be fun.” He tells her, parting her legs.

Amaya bites her lip, as his hands feels the warm wetness dripping from her nether folds. “So wet, just for me…” he says taking in her scent, “seems like you are more than ready for this…” he smirks.

“s-shut up!” Amaya curses herself for stuttering. If only her hands weren’t tied, she would have showed him just how much ready she is for this.

Smirking at her reaction Madara enters a long calloused finger in her, feeling her tightness, soon adding another stretching her a bit.

“Ahh~”  Amaya moans at the uncomfortable pleasure.

Madara feels his pants become painfully tight at the sound. But he wants more. He wants her screaming his name. He moves his fingers slowly, making her wince at every stroke. Amaya scowls looking at him, to which he makes an innocent face, “What? You want more?” he asks.

“yes.” she huffs

“Yes what?” he asks pulling his fingers out, thrusting it back in hard and out again.

“Yes Madara~” she moans as Madara’s fingers reenters her slick hole scissoring and curling inside her.

“That’s my girl.” his tounge flicks over her clit making her toes curls in the sheets.

Amaya could feel his smirk, but before she could think about it he pulls his fingers out replacing it with his tounge. It laps around her entrance, taking in her musky sweet-bitter taste. “You taste so fucking good, princess.” Madara says licking his lips. He then looks at her with lustful gaze licks his fingers clean that were covered in her juices, “But I want more.” He thrust his tounge back in, eating her up, his teeth raking on the sensitive skin. His fingers running circles on her clit.

Amaya throws her head back screaming his name feeling the surging waves of pleasure take over her. Her orgasm hitting her like a lightening after few minutes. Panting and huffing, she came down from her high as Madara licked her clean. The sight of Amaya basking in afterglow made him painfully harder. He couldn’t wait anymore. He needs her, now. Quickly discarding his remaining clothings, he positions himself at her entrance. He frees her of her ties and immediately her arms wraps around him. They look into each other’s eyes and Madara is now more than sure that he has never seen anything more beautiful than this stubborn, temperamental and undeniably gorgeous creature in his arms.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now.” he says. Madara is not someone who gives choices regarding what he wants, but she, will always be an exception. He can wait, he will stop, even if he has to for his whole life, if she doesn’t wants it, he won’t force her for anything. He can never go to anybody else now. That part of himself belongs to her now. He, belongs to her.

“Don’t stop. I want you.” She says pulling him in for a kiss.

With one swift thrust, Madara buried himself into her breaking her barrier, her painful scream muffled by his kiss. Tears pooled at the corner of her eyes and her nails clawed on his shoulder and chest drawing blood. Madara groaned at her tightness. He waited a while for her to get used to his size. Soon the pain subsidies, replaced with pleasure. Amaya moves jerks her hips upwards telling him to proceed. Madara moves in and out of her slowly at first, gradually increasing his speed. Her muscles clenches around his shaft with every thrust. Amaya’s moaning and calling his name in sheer pleasure is like music to his ears, driving him closer to his release. But he doesn’t wants to come before her. No. He wants to see her on her peak.

“Faster…. Madara” Amaya says panting and moaning, to which he gladly obliges, pounding into her in inhuman speed. Each thrust making her breast bounce, increasing his excitement. Amaya could feel the knot in her stomach unwinding. She was close and she knew it will be a big one. Finally her release came full force and she cried out his name cumming.  Her release was a sight to behold, and his self control gave up, not that the clenching of her walls painfully around his member didn’t help. He too came groaning her name, filling her with his load.

He fell on top of her, hiding his face in the crook of her neck where he previously marked, taking in her intoxicating scent. After a minute or two, he removed himself from on top of her,falling beside her. Amaya’s hand snaked around his waist, resting her head on his chest like the previous night. She let sleep take over. Sex tires one out, not that she wasn’t already tired.

Madara felt her breathing become even and knew that his princess was asleep. He smiles at the sight that he has come to love now. What a strange day? He thought. Though he likes how it turned out in the end. Pulling the blanket over them, he too feel asleep tangled in the arms of his little princess. Both of them blissfully unaware of the raging storm coming their way.

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"Nii-sama. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. She has finally came out of that blasted Castle. This is our chance." a smirk adorned the visible part of the face of the speaker.

Both the shadows disappeared in the dark of the night.