A/N: Uh? CNC warning I guess. Idk how this shit works <--- (asexual)

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Madara's right --- he is stronger than [Name]. She notices how futile her attempts to resist him are and although she sees their difference in strength, she still fights him. He pulls her by the arm, nearly dragging her as she tries to grind her heels into the floor. Still, her attempts are worth little and hardly impede Madara as he throws her into the his room. She stumbles, only stopping herself from falling by leaning on the bed. With a dramatic turn, she finds Madara standing between herself and the door.

"God, what do you want from me?" She questions with a scoff.

Madara scoffs right back at her. "Isn't it obvious, little fool?"

She rolls her eyes. "Madara, I am not dealing with Sasuke's mouth tomorrow morning if I sleep with you."

"Then I'll handle it." He takes a step forward. Warily, she pushes herself closer to the bed. "You still want to run back to the boy ---" he huffs in annoyance "--- he can't handle you."

She throws her arms up in confusion. "What does that mean?"

He gestures to her nightwear. She looks down at herself, seeing the boring nightgown she sports. It doesn't cling to her body, has a few buttons going between her bosoms, and honestly just makes her look like a garbage bag. She wore it cause it will be the least offensive thing to Sasuke's eyes and possibly make him more relaxed around her as they cuddle. She looks up at Madara, astonished.

"Dude, I call you an old man as like a term of endearment, not cause I actually think you're an old man!" She gestures to herself. "My grandma gave me this, Madara!"

He crosses his arms over his broad chest, unflinching. "I like what I like."

She frantically points to herself. "This is getting you all hot and bothered?!"

Madara closes the gap between them. She stiffens as he puts a finger beneath her chin. She meets his unrelenting gaze and his warm breath fans across her face. Even without his sharingan, his gaze is hypnotic. "Those boys rather have you scantily clad and prepped for them like some sort of expensive meal. I like you how you are."

For a moment, she swoons at his words. It's possibly the sweetest thing he's said to her in months. But she snaps back into reality when she feels his hands sliding down her arms.

"Hey! No! No, no, no, no, no," she pushes away from him, heading for the door. "It's Sasuke's turn tonight and I promised him!"

She cracks open the door, but Madara comes up behind her and slams it close. Her heart stutters in her chest. She feels his chest against her back and remembers, he's stronger than her. This doesn't strike fear into her --- Madara is a big grumpy teddy bear, at worst --- rather, she bemoans the difficulty of escaping him.

As one hand keeps the door closed, his other grabs her hip and pushes the curve of her ass into his groin. [Name] startles, losing her grip on the door handle and standing pin straight.

"H-Hey now, Madara," she stutters. The only thing running through her panicked mind is synonyms for the word big. "Just c-calm down a sec, would'ya?"

She turns, hands up in mock surrender. She still has all intentions of leaving this room, but calming the beast has to come first. Their eyes meet and his gaze is still as intense as ever. His face is all stone, hardened like the warrior he once was. Her eyes travel further down, leaving nothing unmarked with her gaze. His muscles gleam in the low light and those pajama bottoms he wears leave hardly anything to the imagination.

"I am calm," he states, leaving no room for argument. His hand still on her hip, he rubs circles with his thumb across the cotton fabric of her nightgown. Tensions rise further as he leans into her, trapping her between the door and his body. Still rubbing circles on her hip, he continues, "Will you go back to Sasuke?"

"Well," she gulps. He lifts her leg to wrap around his waist. The night gown bunches up around her lower thigh. "I just..."

He forces his hips in, firmly pressing his clothed dick against her panties. Madara is hardly doing anything and yet her brain is spiraling to find a proper excuse. He ruts against her, agonizingly slow. Putting enough pressure on her clit that she can feel it engorge with every swipe, he feels no shame grunting and leaving heavy breaths against her neck. Meanwhile, [Name] bites her lip to keep the whimpering in.

She long thrown the idea of escaping by force out of her mind. Hoping words will do the trick, she sputters, "I promised him."

He ceases the grinding, much to her dismay. He kisses her lips gently. "You are a woman of your word, I admire that."

He steps away fully, not allowing the way she bucks her hips go unnoticed. The nightgown falls back to its position. She hardly looks disheveled, but he knows that her cunt quivers in desperation for him underneath that gown.

"Are you letting me go?" She breathes out. Something in her wants him to say no, and another part of her wants to hide beneath the blankets with Sasuke.

"Under one condition," he begins. She scoffs at the caveat, but her pussy drips at the idea of what he's going to do to her. She crosses her arms over her chest, allowing him to finish. "Give me twenty minutes."

She raises an eyebrow. "Twenty minutes?"

He nods, taking her hand in his. Taking steps back, she naturally follows him toward the bed. He pulls back the duvet, allowing her to slide in and saddles right behind her. He holds her comfortably from behind, and as normal as this is, the notion that this is a trap weighs heavily in her mind.

There's no way, after ALL of that, that he just wants to cuddle, she thinks, feeling him shift behind her.

"Sooo," she starts, staring at the draped windows. "Twenty minutes of cuddling?"

Madara doesn't answer that question. He rubs his hand over her stomach and kisses her nape. A shiver runs down her spine. That third leg he has sits comfortably on her ass, poking and prodding her cheeks. Looking for that previous friction from moments prior, she digs her ass into him, earning a grunt and a nip at her neck. Although she fought him earlier, the eagerness spills from her body as she tries to procure more illicit sounds from him. She steels her features, acting as though nothing he's doing is riling her up.

I fucking knew it... But... Twenty minutes of Madara shouldn't be so hard, she thinks, feeling his fingers dance beneath her nightgown, and rub the hem of her panties. Those kisses upon her skin feel hot and linger in tingling trails. Before she can even react, the buttons on her nightgown seem to be undone and Madara's sneaky, warm hand slides through the opening to grab her breast. Her nipple perks in his palm as he squeezes, basically manhandling her.

[Name's] breaths become heavy. Fluid pools in her panties and she curses herself for being so aroused over some heavy petting. If this were any other boy, she'd just let them have it, but something about Madara --- whether it be his arrogance or his overall poor attitude --- makes her want to defy him. In a game of stubbornness, Madara is an unstoppable force and [Name] is an immovable object.

"I'm pretty upset you won't talk to me." She sucks in a breath, feeling her nightgown slip off her shoulders and his teeth sink into her flesh. He kisses up her neck, leaving small bites and hickeys in his wake.

Stopping at her ear, he says, "What should we talk about then?"

The deepness of his voice has her arching her back, further pushing her ass into his groin. He hisses, fully aware how much he's neglected his dick, allowing it to get so hard like this without release. It tents his pajamas bottoms, twitching and aching to be inside of her. Feeling the heat of her cunt directly would give him immense satisfaction. He's holding back from ravaging her, seeking to make her beg for it by the end of this twenty minute session. He just needs to reach his prize, which she's guarding heavily by keeping her legs closed tight.

"You're not even sweet talking me through this," she pouts, turning over to her back.  The sloppily unbuttoned nightgown exposes her breast and hikes up to her just below her panty line. He licks his lips. A hand reaches to palm her thigh in an attempt to pry them open, but still, she resists. "I'm your girlfriend, ya know? Not some common whore."

"I don't see you as my girlfriend," he says absently, kneading her thigh in hopes she'll loosen up.

She balks and scoffs at him. "Excuse me?"

"I'm too old to have a girlfriend," he grumbles, watching as her legs press together more firmly. "I see you as my wife."

Her heart thumps in her throat making it hard to swallow. "Eh?"

"Those boys can call you their girlfriend, but to me, you are my wife."

She feels heat pool in her cheeks. Her body visibly softens, and Madara takes the chance to urge her legs open. His dick twitches at the sight of the wet spot fully formed on her thin panties. The dark sticky spot clings to her lips, producing the perfect mold of her pussy.

What [Name] doesn't know is that Madara is starved. He wants those panties completely soaked through and sticky. He wants to taste her, but only after she has creamed thoroughly on his dick. He wants her messy and squirming, begging for his dick, completely far-gone from this world and only thinking about him. He wants to please her, as a husband should.

"Really?" [Name] huffs dreamily. Madara doesn't look at her, too transfixed on her wet panties and how his finger slides right through the slick as if the cloth isn't there. She gasps, finally feeling that pressure on her clit again. He encircles it, loving how her fluids cling to his finger even if he has pulled away.

"Of course, little fool. You may be a brat, but you're my brat," his husky voice breathes out. He tastes her slick which glues itself to his fingertip before allowing it to feel her twitching clit again. Slowly, gently, he massages it, building that pleasure in her stomach and making her hips buck against that lone finger. "I threw the idea of marriage away in my previous life, and now, with you here with me, I see what I've been missing."

She tries to laugh away his sweet words, but they come out as hoots and moans. "Coochie?"

"I suppose." He leans his head over to properly kiss her. Her eyes flutter close, legs spreading apart unabashedly. He adds another finger to play with her clit through her panties. They move fluidly together, gathering wetness as they go in circles or strummed her clit. [Name] moans in the kiss as she slides her hand down to his dick which sits at attention, begging to be touched. He halts her hand before pulling away from the kiss. It will ruin his plans if he gives her what she wants now. If she isn't driveling and crying for it, she can't have it.

"Patience, my dear." The hunger in his eyes flashes as he sits up. [Name] lays still, watching Madara's every move. He sits with his legs tucked beneath him at her hip. He spreads her legs further, placing one around the back of his neck, calf resting on his shoulder while the other hangs open limply. At first, she thinks he's going to gobble her up and instead finds his restraint. She can tell he's holding back by the way his jaw flexes and how feverishly he drinks in the sight of he soaking cunt. Tantalizingly slow, his hand slips beneath the cloth. Finally touching her drenched folds feels like a dream. With a shaky breath he purrs, "So wet --- Perfectly wet."

He slides a digit into her which grants him access without struggle. Her mouth hangs open, a choking gasp stops midway in her throat as Madara bullies another finger into her. It squelches, squeezing his fingers involuntarily. He doesn't give her any time to relax around the new intrusion, pumping and finger fucking until she squirms. The sight, the sound, and the smell intoxicates him. His mouth salivates at the mere idea of tasting her, and yet he holds back, putting his plan before his baser needs. Her back arches into his hand, bucking wildly to meet his fingers as they push against that spongy part inside of her.

Her voice slurs out his name as his thumb prods against her swollen, neglected clit. "Ngh! Mada--Ah!"

More of her slick gushes out of her shamelessly, and it's all for him --- all because of him.

"You're doing well, dear," he continues his encouragement, barely fabricating the boredom in his voice when he says it. He's not the type to give out such compliments, but he'll do whatever he needs to do to have her cunt slobbering and twitching for his dick in the next three minutes. "Submit, and let me make you come."

He adds extra weight to her clit, rubbing viciously in circles while his fingers stretch out her slick walls. She squirms and he holds her down with his free hand, watching her fingers clutch the sheets and her toes point. He turns to nibble the sensitive skin behind her knee, leaving a hickey there to be found later.

The way [Name] gasps and squirms hints to her impending climax. Madara smirks as her eyes flutter close and her back arches. Her legs kick the air or the bed sheets, digging her heels into them. And to think she refused him so many times earlier. Now she pants into the pillows, twisting and writhing with pleasure. That ball of pressure coils in her stomach, ready to release that euphoric electric feeling through her body. It's so close she can taste it and with one more push she's ---

Madara unsheathes his fingers from her twitching cunt. She comes. She reaches climax, but her walls squeeze against nothing, fluttering and aching to clutch on to something --- anything!

"Ah! Fuck! Wait --- hmm --- no, Madara," she pleas and whines, hips thrusting and humping nothing but air. It feels worse than not getting an orgasm at all. At least then she can rut herself against something and still get there on her own terms. This feels like her body sits in contradicting purgatory --- satisfied but not, and still somehow on cloud nine but her body is demanding and aching for more.

"Hm, the twenty minutes are up," he says, shifting her leg off his broad shoulder. "You are free to leave."

"Wha... What?!" She sits up, nightgown completely hanging off her glistening body. "No, that was like five minutes at best."

"It was twenty. I was keeping track." He points to his temple. It's not as if he were lying to her --- he was keeping track. "You can return to Sasuke now."

He dismisses her, which infuriates the living hell out of her. She knew she shouldn't have indulged him.

With a sneer, [Name] pushes his shoulder. "You jackass! Couldn't even give me the decency of actually coming!"

He shrugs, knowing full well his next words will have her falling deeper into his trap. "I actually went over time for you, dearest. Two minutes and fourteen seconds over."

She crosses her arms over her chest, indifferent to how her breasts hang from her nightgown or how her cunt still quivers. "Give me twenty more minutes."

"No. I am a man of my word. Twenty minutes was the limit," he says, prodding the bear. He makes himself seem like a saint when he's the devil in disguise. "Now be a woman of your word and keep your promise to the boy."

Throwing a moral dilemma her way, [Name] bites her lip. She can stay and get her rocks off with this old man, or go cuddle with her boy-toy. She battles with it for a moment, allowing the silence between them form the answer for her. Meekly, she says, "Sasuke will suck it up."

Madara raises an eyebrow, suppressing the smirk that wants to break his face wide open. He has her right where he wants her. "Oh? Really? But you were so desperate ---"

"Oh, shut up! You wanted this, so here I am!" She whines. She smacks his shoulder, acting fully like a brat. "Give me twenty more minutes and make me come properly! Then I'll be outta your hair."

Madara tilts his head, blankly scanning the scowl on her face. She makes demands like she's in charge. Hm, he thinks. Perhaps she needs to learn a lesson. A reminder of sorts.

He motions with his finger to come closer. She scoots, still angry at him. There's a moment of pause and quietude that fills the air as they look at one another. Her anger softens into a pout. Her lip trembles, doing the begging for her. Madara lifts on hand, sliding it up her body then around to the back of her head. His fingers dig into skull, grabbing hair from the root and pulling back firmly, exposing her neck to him. She gasps as her body naturally arches to follow the momentum of her head.

"Mada ---"

"Shut up." The command sucks all the playfulness out of the room. With his free hand, he cups her pussy, forcefully digging his thumb into her clit, sending waves of pleasure up her body. Her legs tremble. "This is what you want, right?"

She whimpers.

"Answer me."

"Y-Yes."

"Of course, you slutty brat," he sneers, tugging her hair harder and strumming her clit. She can't stop herself from moaning, her heart leaping into her throat at the change of pace Madara has set. His attitude took a 180, and his sweet words of encouragement change into something devilish, something salacious. She finds herself enjoying it more than she intends. "We do this on my terms, not yours. I don't give a damn if it takes twenty hours to make you come properly --- I don't take orders from brats like you, understand?"

Feeling close to euphoria again, [Name] doesn't answer; or rather, she can't answer. Her moans are basically pornographic, something Jiraiya would happily document for his shitty books, with drool pooling in her mouth, daring to slip out.

Madara sucks his teeth and stops the ministrations on her trembling clit. "Do you understand?"

A whimper leaves her mouth. He tugs on her head again and she cries out. Pain mixes with pleasure and a desperation for release. He'll have her addicted to it by the end of the night. "Haah! Yes, I-I understand."

He smirks, keeping his grip on her head and leaning in to bite her neck. He sucks on the sensitive skin, leaving her body trembling for more of his touch. When he releases the hold on her head, she recoils away from him. A deep glare points right at him. She has some choice words for him, but can only muster out, "Asshole."

It's time to say that [Name] knows exactly what she's doing. As much as he has riled her up, she wants to do the same to him. They're both ridiculously stubborn and love that about one another to the point that they'll torture each other for any sort of concession. It's a fight for dominance, but [Name] knows very well she's on the losing side --- and doesn't mind it, for that matter. The very notion of Madara using and abusing her excites some fucked up part of her, and she wants that side to be tamed.

Madara grunts, positioning himself at the edge of the bed, feet perfectly planted on the floor. "It's time for you to learn some discipline. Get on the floor."

Still in the mood to push his buttons, she says, "Go fuck yourself."

With a scowl, he grabs her arm and drags her off the bed. She stumbles, catching herself before she falls completely on her face, only to look up and find she's kneeling in front of his spread legs. She knows what's coming and still puts up a bratty front.

"I'm not gonna suck it," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. Madara doesn't listen to her at all, because he's sure that she's going to suck him off.

He pulls down his pajama bottoms, his dick which has practically been forgotten this whole time springs to life, a pearly stream of precum slides down the veiny shaft. Her mouth waters at the sight. She gulps to rid her mouth of the overproduced drool, staring intently at his one-eyed snake. It's big, heavy, and beautifully twitching. It's been so long since she's sucked a proper cock, and just thinking about it has her cunt clenching around nothing at all, wishing he'd fill her already.

"You are," he assures. He grabs a hold of his shaft, poking the tip at her puffy lips. She shakes her head in defiance, but he sees the eagerness in her lust clouded eyes. She wants it, but denies him the satisfaction. He chuckles. "Do you want me to force you?"

She doesn't say anything but her eyes plead yes. They're misty and shine at the idea of force being used against her. So he grabs a hold of her nose, pinching her airways shut with a hearty, devious laugh.

"C'mon, little slut, open your mouth for your King." He laughs, teasing her all the while she holds her breath. She knows this is a losing fight. She doesn't even struggle to free herself from kneeling in front of him. She wants this. She wants his hot, pulsing dick in her mouth. He teases, "How long will you hold your breath?"

With his other hand, he cups the back of her head, ensuring she won't escape him. Even without Madara holding his shaft, it stands proudly like he does just below her pinched nose, resting on her top lip expectantly. She wants to bite back at him, tell him to shut the fuck up or call him a name. But holding her breath has her thinking more about opening her mouth than anything else. She struggles, pulling and thrashing her head this way and that; however, Madara keeps a firm grasp on her, chuckling all the while.

"Now, it's futile, isn't it, my dear wife? Just open your mouth and this will all be done." A relentless tease, that man is. She clenches her teeth as the feeling of her head nearly explodes, pleading for a sip of air. With a gasp, she opens her mouth and without a second thought, Madara bucks his hips, allowing the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat. He frees her nose, but keeps his hand on her head, guiding her pretty mouth along his length. He hisses and she moans, eyes rolling back and fluttering close.

He mocks her. "Oh? You take me so well, little fool."

She slurps and gags on his cock, relishing the fact she has a suitable dick in her mouth. He fills her entire mouth, forcing spittle to bubble and foam from her lips which slides down her throat just like his dick does. Her pussy flutters around nothing, aching for him to plug her up with his meaty dick. She knows he'll do such a good job at it, and the anticipation of when he fucks her raw has her sucking even harder. A rush of pleasure courses through her body, forcing out whimpers and moans. And seeing all of this, how greedily she gobbles him, deep-throating his girthy penis as if it's more important than air, instills deep satisfaction in Madara. The sight of her disheveled nightgown, falling off her arms and hanging just below her perfect tits and the hem of it bunched up around her waist, those perfectly soiled panties that cling to her and drip translucent fluids all down her fantastic thighs, and her rolled back eyes that hold tears across her bottom lid --- it all makes his balls tighten from the erotic view.

"I love you like this," he breathes huskily, pleasure rolling up his back in bursts. His hips buck with her rhythm, forcing her throat to tighten around his tip as she gags. "You're so good at this, and to think I thought you needed official training."

He throws his head back, feeling that pressure in his balls coil. "You're the perfect cock slut."

Without any of his help, [Name] bullies his cock deep into her throat until her nose presses against his pubic hair. All the while, hollowing out her cheeks and having her tongue drag against that sensitive underside right along that thick vein. It's too much for him as he grips her head, leaning back on his elbow and keeping her in that position so he can rut and fuck her mouth. He mutters how pretty she looks sucking his cock, how absolutely divine he feels from just her mouth, calling her the perfect brat for him to tame. She can't breathe but she doesn't care as she finds her clit to mercilessly strum as he thrusts into her welcoming throat. Her muffled moans and gags match his strangled grunts and hissing; all of which leads to him shooting a load down her throat. Rope after rope fills her mouth, and as best as she can, she swallows.

Madara releases her, allowing her to pop off his dick. Strings of saliva cover his cock, connecting to her pretty lips. She gulps for air, panting as she continues to play with herself. He watches in a haze, momentarily forgetting where he is as the lustful brain fog parts. The delicious sight of her losing herself on just her fingers broils a jealously in him. Those should be his fingers making her lose all decency. He sneers, sitting up to grab her wrist.

"I don't recall ever telling you to touch yourself, dearest." She resists, trying to pull from his grasp, but she knows by now he's stronger than her. He drags her across his lap, forcing her butt to perk up in the air. "Apologize."

[Name] wiggles in his hold. She's so desperate to come again that she's on the verge of crying. Her voice hoarse from the assault on her throat, she pleas, "Madara, please!"

She yelps feeling a sting on her ass cheek. Madara growls, palming her ass with his large hand while the other holds her down. "I said, apologize."

He doesn't give her time to blubber out a sorry as he strikes her ass again, loving how the fat jiggles with such a hard spank. The sound that comes from her is a mix between a squeak and a moan. Her back arches, raising her ass higher into the air, signaling Madara to do it again. And he does. She writhes beneath him, biting her lip to keep the lewd sounds in.

"You just think ---" he slaps her ass "--- you can do whatever the hell ---" he slaps it again "--- you want!"

[Name] gasps each time. The force of his strikes jerking her forward. He palms her stinging ass while the other hand wraps around her jaw, fingers pushing her mouth together in a purse.

"You listen to me, your King, got it?" She nods. "You don't do anything unless I tell you to."

"Y-Yes." She struggles to think with how tightly he's grasping her ass. His fingers linger so close to her aching cunt that all she can think about is him abusing her walls until she's fucked dumb. "I'm sorry, d-darling. So sorry."

He smirks. Feeling oh, so benevolent, he slides his hands into her panties, pushing his middle finger in, enjoying the wetness of her thighs and pussy a bit too much. She chokes on an inhale, eyes rolling and shutting close.

"That's a good brat. Feels good, doesn't it?" He purrs, pumping his digit into her at a steady pace. The palm of his hand bumps her cushy ass with every stroke. "See, when you're with me, you don't have to think about a thing. I wouldn't burden my wife with such a task. Just let go and listen to your King --- your husband --- and you can have all the pleasure you want."

"Y-Yes! I was outta line," she whines, nearly slurring on her words as drool pools in her puckered mouth. He slips another digit into her quaking walls as an act of kindness for her realizing her mistake. She whimpers, saliva dribbling from her lips and into his hand.

Dripping from both ends, he observes, absolutely tickled at the sight. How hilarious.

Madara stares with amusement dancing in his black irises as her hips buck against his fingers. The way her lovely cunt flutters around his fingers, she's closer than ever.  He keeps pace, never moving faster or slower than he wants. Her moans increase as her hips jerks helplessly. More drool leaks from her parted mouth, and he doesn't mind how wet his thighs have became from her pussy leaking slick all over them.

"Would you like to come, darling?" He asks, kindly.

"Yes!"

It's a small thing, but he loves how she can only squeak out a yes.

"Answer a question for me, dearest wife," he starts, "Do you want the freedom to think? Or do you want to be fucked dumb?"

Without delay, she answers, "Fuck-Fucked dumb! Fucked duh-DUMB!"

A sly, dangerous smile graces his face. He hums, "Good answer, darling."

She whimpers and moans, needing --- no --- wanting Madara to fuck her senseless. She's starved for his dick at this point and she doesn't know how wet she can possibly get at this point. His fingers are doing the job just fine, but that monstrous dick he has needs to be in her now.

"I'm going to talk you through it. Don't focus on anything but my words and what my hands are doing to you now." He finger-fucks her faster. The sound of her pussy sucking and squishing sends a shiver up his shaft. She sucks a breath through her puckered lips, breathing heavy as he assaults her lower half. "Your cunt is so delicious sounding, I can't wait to have you sitting so pretty on my cock with that stupid look you have on your face right now. You're so wet for me, and I know, my fingers can only do so much, but you're going to come on them, even if I have to force it out of you. You seen my dick, it's huge, and I need as much of your pussy juice to slip it in easier. So, you'll help me, right? You'll help your King and come for him, right?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Come on my fingers, [Name]." It's a command; one that she can't refuse. She grits her teeth, squealing and mewling as this orgasm rips through her like an ocean current. He continues to fuck her, watching with a twisted sense of pleasure as she kicks fruitlessly and twists to try to get away from him.

"We're going to do this again, darling. Get nice and wet for my dick. I want my hand to be soaked."

She doesn't reply with any words, just slurring and whimpers. Her body feels like its on fire. The pleasure and pain that clenches her stomach has her completely choking. Her eyes water as she feels another orgasm building up.

She mutters, "T-Take it --- I can't!" Shaking her head and gripping the sheets, she sobs. The tears lining her lids finally fall. "I can't take it!"

"You will." Madara rotates his hands so his fingers can curl down to press against that spongy spot that makes her see stars. "That resistance you feel, discard it. I know my darling, bratty wife is stronger than this."

His fingers rut against her g-spot. She cries out initially, hips arching into his hand. The muscles in her thighs flex and shake, indicating the intensity of her impending orgasm. She lets out a string of howling O's, her voice pitching into octaves she never thought she could hit.

"Good girl, good girl," he murmurs just beneath his raspy breath. He feels his dick twitch, poking at the soft of her tummy. He commends himself for being this patient for this long. His hot cock pulses. "I can't wait to be inside you, so be a good girl and come for me again."

As if a spell is cast on her, she comes. It's like a hot white flash this time, tensing her body completely. Her cunt doesn't just flutter, it clamps down on his fingers as she chokes and sobs silently. He watches and licks his lips, pulling out his sopping wet fingers. He tastes her, savoring the scent and flavor of this fine delicacy. With a curious gaze, he sees her soaking panties are basically transparent now, showing off the pinkish hue of her inner labia and her swollen clit poking at the fabric.

"Oh, what a beautiful sight," he speaks to himself, absently rolling his fingers on her clit making her jolt.

Finding her voice through the whimpering, [Name] begs, "Madara, please."

"What do you need?" He asks, continuing to rub her clit with gentle strokes.

"Your dick, please!" She sobs. "Please fuck me, Madara, my King. Please."

A wolfish grin creeps across his face, spreading ear to ear. "Oh, my magnificent wife, you are passing this test with flying colors. So submissive and beautiful. And your manners have improved." He maneuvers her off his lap. Her legs turn to jelly as she curls into herself on the bed sheets. She hears him rustle behind her but she doesn't look, trying to recover from the back to back climaxes, knowing she just asked for another. He lifts her hips, moving her around like she's a doll. She's on her hands and knees, though they're weak and jellied, she tries to stay strong. He pushes her panties to the side, the fascination of them completely drenched and sticking to her skin doesn't leave him. He wants to see how hopelessly wet she can get. A few brief strokes eases the ache as he brings his leaking tip to her slit.

Dragging it through her fluids, he sucks his teeth. That hunger from the very beginning of this session burns brighter in him. He's nearly feverish for her sticky cunt, cooing as he pushes in slightly, not even the entire tip is in, just prodding her entrance with voracious restraint.

"You want this dick, huh?" Hushed, breathy, and nearly drunken, he continues to prod and tease. "You want your King's dick inside you? You think you deserve it?"

"Please," she whines, trying to buck back against him but he's too quick to pull away. "Don't tease, Madara."

He props his dick between her ass cheeks, and she can feel the heaviness of it. She looks back at him, eyes glossy and begging. If Madara wasn't Madara, if he wasn't the hardened man he trained to be in his other life, he'd lose it and bully his cock deep inside of her not giving a flying fuck if --- Oh fuck it. He does just that. He's so benevolent, so kind, and she's been so pliable and so deserving of his dick, he has to give her it. All that restraint for naught. He groans, deep and guttural, matching the the gasping, gagging squeal that emits from her pretty mouth. His girth alone has her teetering at the edge. His dick is so big, so good.

Those slick gummy walls squeeze him, fluttering out of her control.

"Oh?" He tilts his head, observant of the way her back jerks. "Coming again?"

"Madara," she calls his name, coming down from that embarrassing high. That makes four so far.

"It felt that good, huh?" He chuckles. In the next second, she feels both her arms pull back, raising her torso up. However, that part doesn't concern her. It's the way he grinds into her pussy that has her incoherent. He finds that deep, sweet spot inside, and rocks against it. "You want more?"

[Name] nods, not sure if her words can suffice. Her pussy aches from the repeated orgasms, but she can't get enough of him. Can't get enough of how much control he has over her.

Madara drags his heavy cock along her plush walls, pulling out until only the tip is in. Then forces himself back in with a quick pace, only to slowly pull out again. He repeats this movement, acting like a battering ram and loving how she yelps each time his hips snap against her ass. Her tits jiggle with each rough thrust, and her pussy suctions him in, her slick squishing and foaming at the base of his dick. He keeps this tempo, knowing if he lets loose, there's no turning back. But mercy above, if she gives him that pleading look again, he might just have to put her through the mattress.

"Fuck," he curses. "You take me so well."

[Name] hums, agreeing with whatever he says. Her head hangs limp, letting her back naturally arch into the devastating thrusts. Incoherent mumblings tumble from her lips, only crying out proper words when he hits that sweet spot deep inside of her.

"Your endurance is incredible, darling," he compliments. Releasing one of her arms, he reaches around to play with her swollen clitoris. She nearly screams, clamping down on Madara like he's a life line and sending pleasurable shocks through his shaft. He throws his head back in pure bliss. "I wouldn't expect anything less from my Queen."

He pulls out, sitting back on his heels. A whine leaves his brat's mouth, but he disregards it. She slumps to her stomach, but he wants her lying on her back. The need to kiss his wife overwhelms him. She's been so good and he's just on the edge of losing it. On top of that, he wants to look directly in her eyes as he fucks her dumb, see the point in which her brain loses all functions to form sentences and when her eyes lose focus.

"[Name], flip over," he orders, and she does just that. Seeing her so compliant when she's usually argumentative sends his skin aflame. He grabs her thighs, pulling her closer to his dick as he puts her ankles on his shoulders. He doesn't bother with prodding her sticky slit and shoves himself right in. "Ugh, so accepting..."

She clutches onto him. He begins a relentless pace, different from the agonizing one from before. He's fucking her; the sound of skin resonates through the room. Deep and fast, making sure she feels every girthy inch, bullying his way in every time. Her voice doesn't let down, cuing everyone in the house she's being fucked by her one and only King. He smothers the noise with his mouth on hers, kissing passionately and lovingly. She parts her mouth, letting his tongue in. They rub the tip of their tongues together, shamelessly sharing their drool. He wants to mock [Name], tell her she's dripping from both ends again, but then he sees it --- her fucked out face. Her half lidded eyes roll back and her mouth hangs open passively as he continues to explore her mouth. Her cunt squeezes down on him, trying to time her kegels with his thrusts.

He pulls away from the kiss, increasing his speed to liquefy her brains. He leans down to suck her breast. "Beautiful. So beautiful," he mumbles into her bosom, biting her nipple roughly to mix that pain and pleasure again. Her moans urge him further. With his dick fucking her pussy like this, she can hardly hold on any longer. She feels the fifth one coming in.

"Ah. Ngh! Madara! Close!" She slurs, bucking her hips into him. "Like that! Like that!"

"You wanna come?"

"Yes!"

"I'll let you." He grunts, snapping his hips into her g-spot mercilessly. "On one condition."

"Yes, ngh, Madara, my King, my husband --- I'll do any --- AH --- thing!"

The bed creaks beneath them as Madara continues his onslaught. His arms find her body to hold close, hiding his face into her neck. Sweat glistens off their body as the room's temperature increases.

"Anything, huh?" He mutters into her skin.

"Make me come!"

"Do the dishes tomorrow morning and I'll consider it."

Ah, yes, the real reason he wants to fuck her dumb --- he doesn't want to do his chores. A brat desperate for release will do anything to make it happen. Don't get him wrong, he loves this woman --- more than most people he's met in his life, actually --- he just really hates doing menial work, it's mind-numbing and beneath him.

He pumps deep and hard. Her toes curl, saliva slips from her open mouth. "Dishes! I'll --- fuck! Oh, Madara, yes! Do them, I'll do them!"

"Your word is bond?"

"My word! B-ond! Bond!" She arches her back, body and legs shaking. It takes everything in her to form these words, her brain completely turned off and practically melting out of her ears.

"Good. I'll hold you to it," he says. He puts his hands around her face, cupping her drool-stained cheeks to keep her head from thrashing as he picks up the pace. "Look at me."

She tries her best to lock eyes, that bubbling pressure sits heavy in her stomach, threatening to burst before he even allows her to. Their breaths mingle together, warm and huffy. She notices Madara having a hard time keeping this tempo as his once strategic thrusts become sloppy.

Chaste kisses cover her face, he mumbles something in her ear, something sweet, something that makes her heart pound even harder in her chest. She runs her hands down his chest, glancing at where they meet again and again.

"I love you too," she whispers.

"Come for me."

Agreeable as of late, [Name's] orgasm tenses her entire body. She constricts around his dick, forcing him to make a sound unlike himself. He falls into her, shaking and moaning her name but keeping this steady pace and pushing her through it. The overstimulation has her clawing at his chest, gasping and twisting, eyes bleary with tears. Her senses come back, enough for her to speak clear sentences.

"Madara, enough! I can't do this anymore --- Mm!"

He ignores her, pumping and trying to grab ahold of his own climax. Her snug pussy clings to him, trying to milk everything from his tight balls.

"I feel like I'm gonna die! Aah," she screams, stomach feeling like a solid block as tears freely flow down her face. "Madaraa! No more, no more, please."

She hiccups out strangled moans, her nails digging deeper into his chest. He's going to force another one out of her while trying to reach his.

"Don't be so fucking ---" he grunts. Messier and messier he stirs up her cunt, making her leak more and more. "--- Selfish."

Her legs ache, and something else, something different seems to take shape within her. Madara continues his assault, pressing against that abused sweet spot that has her writhing and begging for it to stop. It's then she realizes what it is as Madara moans in her ears at her fluttering cunt.

"Madara! Wait, it's coming!"

"Let it out, darling, let it all out," he breathes huskily, barely hanging on. He's about to come too. He just needs this one last push. "Let me see it!"

A gush of liquid spurts out, spraying across herself and Madara. If her pussy wasn't squeezing him enough before, it's a vice now. And that vice has him dumping a thick load inside of her, leaving him to emit strangled groans from his open mouth. He grabs onto the pillows, clutching them until his knuckles turn white, cursing so much they no longer feel like words.

"Good girl, good fucking girl," he kisses her, consuming her whimpers with his mouth. He pulls out, the suction of it making a sloppy, wet sound. He sits back on his heels panting and watching as her legs flop down to the bed on either side of him. Gazing upon his work, he smirks. Those half lidded-fucked out eyes, drool covered mouth, tear-stained cheeks, and the huge wet spot beneath them. Most importantly, he sees how his cum leaks out of her hole. With two fingers, he scoops it up and stuffs it back inside of her to not waste a single drop. She lets him. Her body feels numb and weak; she couldn't fight back even if she wanted to. "Ah, darling, look at the mess you made."

Hoarsly, she bites back, "You did it." She takes a deep breath, trying to find the strength to roll over. "Asshole."

He chuckles. "I sure did."

...

The next morning, [Name] sits at the kitchen sink steeping in a deep haze. Scrubbing a plate so early in the morning sucks ass, but she is a woman of her word. Madara is already awake, doing whatever old men do at this hour, which is why she's up as well. But... it did take about 30 minutes for her to use her legs again. A mocking Madara didn't help her situation either.

Someone shuffles into the kitchen with a big yawn; she doesn't know who until they open their mouth.

"Isn't it old man Mada's turn to do dishes?" Shisui asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Why does he get to skip out on chores?"

From somewhere in the house, Madara exclaims, "We had an agreement."

Everything from last night flashes through her mind. A vein pops from her neck as she grips the plate hard in her hands. She has half a mind to throw the damn thing at his head. "I'm never doing this for you again, you old fart!"

"We'll see about that."

...

A/N: hi. this was 7.6k, I blacked out for most of it, and I hope you enjoyed fr. And I also hope I got Madara's character right. I never really paid attention to this man. So all you Papa Mada fans out there, tell me how I did. I felt like he should've been meaner at the end, but I lost the energy.

Anyway, love you bye!