The second Sakura leaned back against Itachi, already baring her neck to him, all traces of his previous agony evaporated instantaneously. It was as if a tide had come and washed away all of his suffering, leaving behind nothing but a heady euphoria.

The intoxicating scent of her heat overwhelmed him, the world around him withering away as his focus narrowed until only she occupied it. His omega, his mate. The woman he was meant to be with, the woman who was made for him and his body. Who was born to take his knot and his seed.

"It's you," Sakura gasped, her voice thick with emotion and arousal.

His arms encircled her, one hand settling between her breasts and the other splaying across her stomach. As he pulled her flush against his chest, he could feel her racing heart beneath his palm.

Itachi hummed in response as her gloved hands flew up to grasp at his arms. The sound came out as a growl, a low rumble in his chest, that made her quake in his embrace. The scent of her heat only magnified in response to his animalistic noise, his face dropping against her neck to take it in.

She smelled like Konoha's flower gardens after a heavy rainstorm. Sweet and clean with a distinct feminine aspect that was entirely her. A heady undertone that demanded he dominate her and fill her with his seed until she was heavy with his pups like they were destined to do since the day they were born.

Nuzzling her neck, the Uchiha basked in her intoxicating smell. Unable to resist, he dragged his tongue from her collarbone to her chin, tasting her skin and drawing a breathy gasp from his mate. He pressed his nose into her hair and took in another desperate lungful of her scent, his heart thundering in his chest.

Sakura's gloved hands gripped his arms shakily, holding onto him as if he were her only savior in a turbulent sea. He dragged one of his hands up her chest, crossing her breast and slipping across her throat, until it settled on her chin.

Itachi wanted her to know who he was, who her alpha was and whose knot she would be taking. He wanted her to see him and he wanted to memorize what little of her face he could still see with his deteriorating eyesight when she did.

A distant part of the Uchiha was frightened of Sakura's reaction. More than that, he was frightened of his own reaction. He was terrified that she would recognize him as Itachi the Clan Killer and bolt for the hills, desperate to get away from her tragic fate.

After weeks of torment, after finally touching her, and after finally tasting her skin and basking in her scent, he knew he would give chase.

He tilted her chin up more gently that he thought he was capable at that moment and she immediately complied, tilting her head back and looking up at his face. She gazed into his sharingan without hesitation, her pupils so wide that nearly all of the viridian of her irises was swallowed up.

The only sign that Sakura recognized him at all was her eyebrows quirking up.

"Itachi…" She whimpered softly, and just hearing his name come from her lips sent a rush a pleasure through him.

"Sakura…" He purred, the syllables of her name tasting like honey on his tongue.

For a moment, as he memorized her blurry face and she stared into his sharingan with half-lidded eyes, he wondered if she was going to run.

Instead, as Sakura maintained eye contact with him, she ground her rear against his already painfully hard member. Itachi growled deeply, distantly shocked that he could even produce such an animalistic sound, and she quivered in his arms. His hand slipped down to cradle her throat, instinctively asserting his dominance over her, and he could feel her frantic pulse against his fingertips as she submitted to him once again.

Itachi descended upon her, sealing their lips together in a searing kiss. She moaned against his mouth and he took the opportunity to press his tongue between her lips. The hand he had splayed across her stomach slid up until he grasped at her breast through her shirt. Sakura mewled softly against his lips, sending a shiver through his entire body.

Spurred on by the demanding scent of her heat and the need coursing through his veins, he roughly spun her around. Finally face to face, he wrapped his arms underneath her rear and immediately dragged her into his arms. She eagerly followed, her arms encircling his neck and her powerful thighs wrapping around his waist.

He blindly walked forward until her back met the thick trunk of a nearby tree. He used the tree to grind his throbbing member against her core, his omega groaning in a high pitch. Her thighs tightened around his hips as if to draw him even closer, spurring him onward, as she reached between them to rip open his cloak.

The alpha pulled a kunai from the holster on her thigh, the decisive sound of metal ringing out. His omega didn't even flinch at the sound, them both knowing instinctively that as her mate, he could never hurt her. He carefully slid the point of the knife under her medic apron, her shorts, and her underwear. The finely sharpened blade cut through the clothes like paper as he dragged it down the seam of her shorts.

Sakura's medic apron immediately fell to the forest floor beneath them with a dull thump, weighed down by her pouch and all of her gear. The pouch that contained her kunai and shuriken dropped down with it, a few shuriken clinking together as they slipped out of the holster and only the grass.

He dropped the kunai to the floor carelessly before reaching underneath her powerful thighs to undo the drawstring on his own pants. She unlooped one of her arms from her desperate grip around his neck to reach down and frantically tug the remains of her shorts and underwear to one leg.

As Itachi pushed his pants and underwear down so they could drop to halfway down his thigh, the full scent of her sex hit him, causing his now free member to throb. He could feel her arousal soaking into the bottom of his borrowed shirt, the scent making his head swim.

Sakura dropped her forehead to rest against his, her half lidded eyes staring into his sharingan as she held onto him with a desperate grip. He gazed back into her eyes, taking in her flushed cheeks and widely dilated pupils. They both breathed heavily as he positioned himself against her soaking wet entrance.

He pressed into his omega's hot, silky channel, immediately losing himself to the feeling of his throbbing member sinking into her soaking passage. Her eyelashes fluttered and she gasped for breath as he slid into her but neither of them lost each other's gaze.

When he was fully hilted within her, they both took in a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally being joined. His blood burned through his veins as his heart sung in unfettered joy. He had never felt anything like this before. The sensation of pure bliss and absolute satisfaction was so intoxicating that he wasn't sure why he had ever denied himself her presence.

This was exactly where he was meant to be. Where he was always meant to be.

Itachi's hands trembled as they returned to her thighs to support her.

When he slowly pulled out of her, she took in a sharp breath, and when he sunk back into her, she let loose a broken moan. He groaned as her walls squeezed him, his grip tightening around her thighs.

Lost to Sakura's heat and lost to his own senses, his next thrust was far less gentle. Her gasps and breathy moans did nothing but encourage him, his pace quickly escalating until he was burying himself within her relentlessly.

As he roughly filled her, the heels of her boots dug into his lower back, pulling him even farther into her hot channel and demanding he fuck her harder. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder and back, her nails pressing through the fabric of his cloak and shirt and biting into his skin.

When he changed the angle of his thrusts, his pelvis slamming against her pleasure point with every frenzied thrust, she cried out. Her head dropped back against the trunk of the tree as she released her blissful moans. Her eyes squeezed shut and he could feel as her soaking walls began to flutter around his penetrating length.

Itachi gazed up at his omega with his sharingan in awe, needing to remember her face when she came for him. His thrusts were unwavering even as her moans of ecstasy filled the air of the forest around them.

When Sakura orgasmed, she cried out and held onto him like he was her lifeline. Her entire body trembled in his arms as her pleasure rocketed through her. Her soaking walls fluttered around his unyielding member, the product of her arousal dripping down his length. The intensity of her pleasure and her tight inner muscles clenching him spurred on his own finish.

Itachi thrusted into her twice more before he sunk into her as deeply as he could manage, the base of his member swelling as his knot formed within her. Her entrance tightened around his knot, trapping them together in the most intimate of embraces, a joining only possible with their bond.

He growled deep in his throat as he dumped streams of his hot ejaculate within her. He had never formed a knot before and the ecstacy that coursed through his veins was a pleasure he had never experienced in his life.

"Ahh! Your-your knot! It's filling me so much!" Sakura sobbed, her walls trembling around his swollen cock as he continued to fill her unendingly with his cum. Her hands fisted in his cloak desperately, her body quaking under her bliss.

"Yes, Sakura…" Itachi breathed against her throat, rocking his hips against her and teasing her clit as he continued to dump his seed within her.

She whined in the back of her throat, the sound drawing a purr from him. Spurred on by her overwhelming scent and the euphoria from their joining as mates, he instinctively sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of her exposed throat. She moaned, a sound of pain and rapture, as his teeth broke flesh. He felt as her channel clenched around him even more tightly, her orgasm fueled that much farther by his dominance of her.

Itachi dragged his tongue across the fresh wound that he knew would scar, a mark declaring her as his and the only time that an alpha could even harm their mate. Any alpha that laid eyes on her would know that she was claimed, that she belonged to him. He shivered as the coppery taste of her blood overwhelmed his senses, the meaning of his marking her overwhelmingly satisfying to his alpha nature.

Even after he finished releasing himself, his knot remained hard and heavy within her, refusing to allow any of his seed to escape her passage. He could feel a satisfied purr emanating from his omega against his lips, the blissful sound pleasing him deeply. He rewarded her by rolling his hips against her, his pelvis pressing into her clit and drawing a gasp from his mate.

"More," Sakura moaned, rocking her hips to meet his gentle thrusts, "Not deep enough…"

Itachi could do nothing but obey in the face of his mate's breathless demand. After all, he was her alpha and it was his duty to please her.

Pulling her away from the tree and stepping around the kunai he had carelessly dropped on the ground earlier, he laid her out on the soft grass. His still pulsing member remained deep within her folds, his knot anchoring them together.

He rocked his hips against her, willing his knot to loosen just enough to begin to fuck her once again.

The alpha removed the remnants of her shorts and panties that still hung from her leg and tossed the tattered garments to the side. He pulled down the zipper of her shirt, opening the front of the garment and exposing the bindings around her breasts. She panted heavily, her cheeks and her chest flushed, as he tugged open the bindings around her chest.

As soon as Sakura's dainty breasts were released, he grasped one in his hand. He noticed they fit into his palm perfectly as he kneaded the soft globes. One of her petite hands grasped onto the hem of his cloak, desperate for something to hang on to. When he rolled her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, she spread her thighs even farther for her mate.

He pulled back, his hips still rolling against hers, and settled his fingers onto the pleasure point nestled between her widely spread thighs. As he drew slow circles around her clit, she groaned in pleasure, arching her back and fisting her hands in his cloak. A low growl rumbled in his throat, his omega shivering at the sound.

When Itachi felt his knot begin to slide within her, slick with their combined fluids, Sakura cried out in ecstasy. He grasped both of her knees in his hands, hooking her legs over his shoulders so she would be spread for him. He wasted to time on pretense or gentleness, knowing what his mate needed, and set a unforgiving pace immediately.

He needed to fill her with more of his semen until she was swollen with it, needed to make her heavy with pups, needed to please his omega.

The Uchiha nipped at the skin of the inside of her knee as his hips snapped against hers. The forest was filled with the sounds of her pleasured cries and the sound of flesh on flesh as he filled her. She had to grab onto the grass beneath her just to have something to hang on to as he fucked her. He watched as his unforgiving thrusts jostled her petite breasts and as his mate's face contorted in ecstasy.

Sakura's loud cries echoed in the forest and some distant, unimportant part of Itachi was concerned that she might attract a squad of ANBU with her wails. The part of him that was in control at the moment needed her to scream louder.

He sucked in a breath as he felt as something deep within her gave in. The pocket of cum that he had filled her with disappeared farther within her as he continued to drive into her, the head of his cock reaching deep inside of her and touching a soft inner barrier.

Itachi could feel his mate's passage tighten around him, signaling her impending orgasm. He grunted as his grip on her thighs tightened, thrusting even harder into her sopping passage to bring out her pleasure.

When Sakura came this time, the sound she made was closer to a sob than a moan. Her hot channel fluttered around his slowly swelling member, drawing him farther into her feminine passage. He groaned low in his throat as he felt her cervix begin to yield to his thrusts. Her deepest hole was softening and parting for his unwavering cock and the meaning behind it sent a bolt of white hot pleasure straight to his knot.

"Oh, Sakura," Itachi growled, his fingers tightening around her thighs as he buried his member even deeper into her passage than before, desperate to fill her even more fully, "You're spreading for me."

The base of his member started to swell with his knot, beginning to trap his length within her tightening walls. With one more rough thrust, he forced the head of his cock passed the edges of her spreading barrier and into her womb, dragging a scream of bliss from his omega.

Sakura sounded like she was wailing, she was so overwhelmed by the pleasure of Itachi filling her deepest place with his seed. His hips twitched against hers as he dumped ropes of cum within her, bypassing her inner most barrier and filling her directly. Her soft belly bulged as her welcoming body accepted his semen, her walls clamping down on his member and trapping him inside of her as she came.

He looked up at her face, her cheeks flushed and her mouth open as she sobbed in ecstasy. His member throbbed within her as he stretched her deepest place with his cum. When he finally finished filling her, he released her thighs, allowing her knees to limply fall apart on either side of his hips. His hands dropped down to slide across her soft, swollen belly.

Itachi sunk down, pressing his face in between Sakura's breasts. He smelled her deeply, searching for the change in scent that he instinctively knew to search for. The change in the scent of her heat that meant his seed had taken. That she was well and truly his.

Not finding the scent he craved, he snarled against her skin. His mate whimpered above him, snapping him out of his daze. He immediately shot upward, nuzzling her neck in comfort and purring. She mewled as he dragged his tongue across the bite mark on her throat, soothing the abused flesh and reassuring her of his bond with her.

Itachi wrapped an arm around her waist and around her neck and pulled her up, setting her into his lap. She cried out softly as she was impaled deeper by his still hard member, his swollen knot still trapped within her and the head of his length still seated deep within her womb. Purring softly, he nuzzled her throat affectionately.

He rested his back against the trunk of the tree, Sakura sinking against him and panting heavily against his throat. He closed his eyes and leaned against the tree, intent on catching his breath. His lungs felt like they were on fire, but the pain brought on by his disease was so incredibly unimportant to him at that moment that it hardly phased him.

The Uchiha was amazed when he felt the slow rise and fall of his mate's hips as she started riding him instead. He opened his eyes to look down at Sakura, enthralled, as she gazed into his sharingan bright eyes with her blown out viridian orbs.

Even though his knot was trapped deep within his omega still, her gentle motions still brought them both intense pleasure.

He bent his knees, still tangled in his pants, so Sakura could brace her hands against his thighs as she leaned back. They both panted hard, exhausted, but she continued to moan with every thrust. She threw her head back, her hair brushing against his knees.

When Itachi's knot finally loosened enough to slip free from her innermost passage, Sakura cried out low and long. Her pace in riding him stuttered, her entire body trembling above him as she rose until his member nearly slipped free from her folds. He growled, gripping her hips and forcing her back down onto his length, not allowing his cock to leave her until she was truly his. Her entrance was slippery with cum as he thrust all the way back inside of her, his mate wailing with pleasure as his tip breached her cervix and returned to her deepest place once again.

Her cry immediately brought out his alpha nature. Sitting forward, he pressed her back to the grass once again as he towered over her. He sunk down, pressing his teeth to the bite mark he had left on her throat. His domination of her had Sakura releasing a whimper of submission as her legs spread wide on either side of his hips to accommodate him.

When Itachi began to thrust, filling her once again, she clung to him. Pinning her to the ground, he kept her submissive to him as he buried himself within her. Changing the angle of his thrusts, he felt as the head of his length breached her spread cervix over and over. Her moans were wild and euphoric as he fucked her womb, his tip pleasuring her innermost hole with every snap of his hips.

He could feel his third orgasm rapidly building within him, the feeling of fucking her deepest place the most pleasurable thing he had ever experienced. A pleasure only bonded alphas and omegas could share. Sakura keened high in her throat, a desperate, animalistic noise, as she came around him

The feeling of her shivering folds squeezing his length as she came brought on his final orgasm. He could feel his knot engorge and gripped Sakura's hips to drag her as far down onto him as he could. She released a broken groan as he slipped into her deepest place, his growing knot trapping the head of his cock far passed her soft cervix.

Her moans began to sound closer to howls as he began to cum deep within her once again, his seed over filling her womb.

"Itachiii! It's so much, I don't think I can- ah! I don't think I can take it all, there's so much," she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as if he were the only thing keeping her from bursting at the seams.

As she sobbed, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, her womb being stretched by the sheer amount of semen he was filling her with.

"You can take it, Sakura. It's what you're meant to do. You'll be heavy with my pups soon, you just need to take it all," Itachi groaned against her skin, his hips twitching against hers as he continued to dump his cum within her.

He knew it. He could already start to smell the change in her heat as his ejaculate stretched her wide, her lean stomach bulging with his seed. She just needed to take all of his cum and she would be his.

A tear slipped free from the corner of Sakura's eye, her pain as powerful as the pleasure she was still experiencing, her walls still quaking around his flexing cock as she continued to orgasm. He whisked away the stray tear with his tongue before dropping his face down to her neck.

"You're so close, just a little more," he groaned against her throat, peppering her damp skin with tender kisses as he finally finished filling her.

When his stream of ejaculate finally subsided, his knot still heavy within her as they remained trapped together, Sakura's head fell back against the soft grass. They both panted heavily, her passage still twitching with the last vestiges of her orgasm. Pleasure still washed over him, his knot swollen and stuck deep within her.

Itachi nuzzled her neck, taking in a deep lungful of his omega's scent. Another wave of pleasure washed over him as he smelled the difference in her scent, a sensation of absolute satisfaction overcoming him.

She was his, she was his, she was his.

The Uchiha sat up, leaning back until his back rested against the thick trunk of the tree behind him once again. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close while still being careful with her hugely swollen belly.

Sakura whimpered in pain, so filled with his seed that she was stretched to the point of pain. As the sad sound reached him, Itachi tried to comfort her by planting soft kisses anywhere he could reach: her hairline, her temple, her cheek, her chin, and her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck before reaching up just long enough to gently kiss him on the lips.

Sakura cuddled up to her alpha contentedly, drowning herself in his scent as she was blissfully unaware of the change within her. He held her close and listened as her breathing quickly became calm and soft. He tilted his head to rest on hers affectionately, knowing the exact moment she fell asleep as her pheromones died down just enough for him to think for the first time in - Sweet gods, the sun was nearly setting - hours.

Itachi was finally able to relax for the first time in nearly a month as he cradled his sated nude mate in his arms.

As Sakura contentedly slept in his embrace, Itachi pulled the edges of his cloak, which had billowed out around him, around her. He was concerned for her and wanted to tend to her, to protect her from something as harmless as the slight chill in the air.

He had no idea that them coming together for the first time was going to be so incredibly intense. He hadn't even able to control himself. A blush colored his cheeks as he recalled their... activities from the last few hours.

The Uchiha gazed at what little sky he could see through the trees, painted oranges and reds with the sunset. Looking back down at the sleeping form of his omega, he realized that they couldn't spend the next who knows how many days in the middle of the forest.

He may have succeeded in his task but he was still under the thrall of her heat. He would still be tending to her and fucking her until her pheromones finally subsided, his alpha nature needing to ensure she was well and truly pupped before he could bear to be separated from her.

Even now, with his knot having softened and with him free to move, he refused to remove himself from his omega's folds.

Itachi made a few hand seals around his mate's back, slow enough to not disturb her, and watched as a shadow clone of himself puffed into existence before him. This clone wasn't meant for combat, so he didn't utilize his normal crow-based clones.

"Go find a suitable nest for my mate and I for the next few days. Whatever you have to do, find a safe location. And take her things with you," he ordered, the clone nodding silently in response. He fished around in the inner pockets of his cloak before locating the pouch that held his funds and tossing it to his clone who caught it easily.

The clone didn't move, however, as it stared at Sakura for a long moment with an unreadable expression. Itachi glared menacingly and growled deeply in his throat at his own construct, wrapping the edge of his cloak farther around his mate. The clones gaze shot up to Itachi's eyes and it seemed surprised by his creators fury. It looked away and quickly gathered Sakura's medic apron, her packs and pouches, and even the tattered remains of her clothes from the grass before shooting off into the forest, intent on completing its task.

As Itachi watched his clone run off, he sighed heavily. This was just ridiculous. He had been ready to destroy his own clone just for looking at her. He would have felt like an idiot if he had because he would have had to summon another one anyways, probably to repeat the whole process over again. What was he going to do next? Smash his fist through a mirror if his own reflection looked at her?

By the time his clone was finished with its task and puffed out of existence, it was nearing full dark. When it dispelled, a flood of memories from its experience came to him. He knew exactly where their nest was, that they would be safe, and where the clone had stashed the money he had given it.

The memory he received from it that dominated his mind, however, was the memory from when his clone had been watching his mate.

Itachi saw himself, his hair in disarray, nearly free from its tie, pulled loose by Sakura's wandering hands. He saw how possessively he had her wrapped up in his arms and how he had his cloak pitifully wrapped around her middle, barely covering her at all. He noticed that his own pants were still down to his knees. The thing that stuck out the most to him about himself was the menacing glare he had on his face as he stared down his clone, the murderous intent in his eyes startling him.

Itachi saw Sakura straddling his lap and draped over his body. He saw the line of her neck and shoulder as she nuzzled him in her sleep and the wicked looking mark he had placed on the tender flesh there. He saw how her pants and underwear were gone, her perfectly curved rear exposed, and how her opened shirt concealed only her back. Her gloves remained on her hands, them both too caught up in their pleasure to remove them, and her chest bindings were tangled around her waist.

The last thing he thinks of before he had to break off this train of thought was his mate's reddened opening and how his cock was still seated deeply within her.

Itachi thunked his head against the tree he was leaning against in an attempt to focus in the face of such a perverted vision. He needed to get them to the safety of their nest immediately before he woke her up by nibbling at her exposed neck so he could fuck her again. He made the hand seals for a transportation jutsu behind Sakura's back.

Disappearing in a puff of smoke, they left nothing behind but a forgotten kunai concealed in the grass.

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