Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto M.

Chapter 2 (last)

Warning: Really long lemon (a bit dark too).

Notes: So, posting this today on Friday rather than Saturday like I originally planned, because Irma is coming, and I'll probably end up with no electricity for a while. The hurricane is so big, I don't know when the winds will start to hit us even though supposedly the eye will reach us Sunday morning.

I did not describe the wedding at all. I feel that would have been too boring, but if anyone is interested in Japanese traditional wedding ceremonies www. youtube watch?v= UeJQMvydpzQ&t =15s (remove spaces). This is literally the most beautiful wedding I have ever seen.

I want to thank everyone that spent a minute to leave a review, I was surprised by them since this is a rather obscure pairing. I hope this final chapter is not disappointing. Like I said in my notes on the previous chapter, this was kind of a practice fic, it just came to me as I wrote "The Concubine".

A reply to guest K: thank you for your words (and really long review lol). You are right, I should have said 'meek but fearless' instead. I'm not into feminism, but I do get tired of seeing Hinata cowering all the time (I guess it does fit in certain fics, depending on the story). All of us who love Hinata, love her sweet and gentle character, but she has actually proven herself to be really courageous when needed. Also, Hiashi is aware of her fate, just reread the ending on chapter 1, he is attending her wedding. I mean, is not like he has much choice on the matter, she left to try and fix things diplomatically, so he is not gonna, you know, undue what she's achieved. I'm sorry I don't really go into details about clans (I kind of already did that in my "The Concubine").

To the other Guest: thank you for pointing out my errors, you are right, it was WWI's Achiduke Ferdinand, my lapse… those pesky Nazis taking over Europe in WWII, what would we do today without Antifa right? (note the sarcasm). I would also love to hear your recommendations on all those other stories where 'girl goes and sacrifices herself to marry her enemy for the sake of her family', since my story is so cliché, I would love to read them. Marilyn Monroe's sizing was just a reference not exact numbers (and I actually went under), and of course women's body change throughout the years. And in case you might not know this, sizes back then were much smaller than what they are today. Supposedly she was a 12, which today would be like a 6-8. She also never went under the knife.

For anyone interested in what I'm planning after this: First I want to finish my short fic "The Concubine" (I'm like really into it, lol) it's in Spanish though, not sure yet if I want to translate it yet, but right after I think I'll try to focus on "Could this be Love". Then again I also have in mind these Itahina and Sasuhina one-shots I have been wanting to write for a while…

Also, if anyone knows of any good Madara/Hinata or Madara centered story, feel free to recommend.

"Every beauty needs her beast to protect her from everything but him." -N.R. Hart

…..

She sat quietly atop the dark colored sheets in her new bedroom, her long dark blue locks falling loosely behind. Outer form belying a calmness she did not feel... she was trembling internally.

The bed chamber was ample and elegant, but rather austere. A folded sheet sat inconspicuously next to the opened futon, and she wondered momentarily on its utility. She imagined a bachelor shinobi neither wanted or needed much in life, and she could tell the leader of the Uchihas spent the majority of his time either training or on missions. But now they were married, and even though she was not aware if she would be able to have her own dormitory, that night her new husband made it clear he wanted her in his.

Of all the men to have been married to, why did it have to be the one that detested her? She wondered. And the scariest of them all? She could not understand this kind of fate, but accepted it as such. She had abandoned any sense of happiness the moment she left her childhood home. She had been determined then... if only she could be determined still.

But she had to, for peace, for the sake of her family and Kō's happiness. She could not falter now and go back on her word. Be kind and courageous she remembered the words from her okāsan. If only she could have had her company these few days. She needed her so much.

She felt a single tear roll down her face, wiping immediately with the sleeve of her light yukata. She did not know when Madara would appear, but he had made it clear that he would come to her tonight and she did not want him to see her crying in fear.

She did not bother pleading for more time, even if just a little to grow familiar with his person. Was it due to pride or fear? Perhaps a mix of both.

She stiffened when she heard the sliding door open quietly. Despite his big stature, it still amazed her how deadly silent he could be. He reminded her of a panther, dark and deadly predator, ready to pounce on his pray... her.

She shivered feeling his eyes upon her, but kept hers lowered on her closed hands atop her folded legs. He walked slowly towards her person, and she stole a quick gaze toward his bare feet when he stood in front of her person. His feet must be double size of hers, she thought distractedly.

He did not say anything at first, for what it felt an eternity.

"Stand up," he ordered finally. She trembled and bit her lips to steady herself, and did as directed. She would not dishonor her family.

Her eyes, reaching only half way his wide chest, found focus at the place where his black yukata opened slightly, exposing a sliver of toned muscles. Hinata's body trembled inwardly once again.

"Undress," he ordered calmly and she felt the air cease reaching her lungs for an instant, shook at his forwardness.

She hesitated, but then moved rigidly to unfasten the knot at her waist, allowing the yukata open by itself and hang loosely on her shoulders, yet having a hard time letting go of the fabric entirely to expose herself fully.

Madara noticing her reluctance, grasped the fabric and forced it off her shoulders, allowing it drop behind her feet, leaving her body completely uncovered to his wandering gaze.

Feeling shame and self-conscious, her arms moved to wrap around herself and cover part of her milky white mounds, scarcely, due to their volume.

"Don't," he said firm, but she did not comply.

"Hinata," he warned, and she shivered at the deep sound of her name on his lips, "if you don't take your hands off, I'll tie them together. Your choice."

She let go, body huddled over in shame, but couldn't help but notice a bit of playfulness in his tone. She raised her pale-lilac eyes to look at him, for the first time, the black of his eyes like a despairing bottomless pit, and his mouth twisted in a smug smile, gaze focused intently on her lower body. She was suddenly confused then, was he upset at her or not? His hands reached out to her, and she se recoiled in fear.

He drew closer and slipped a hand behind her back, gentle but steadily, while another one took hold of her shin forcing her to face him. She gasped softly at the intensity of his gaze, flustering and confusing her further.

"I have a few rules, and I want you to listen carefully:

"First, I will not tolerate disobedience from you. I don't tolerate it from my men, and I won't tolerate it from my wife." Ahh, that kind of reminded her of chichi-ue. She flinched.

"Second, I expect complete faithfulness in our marriage. If I see any indication of betrayal, I will kill him and punish you severely," she shuddered. She thought that was a given, she never gave thought to dishonor her marriage bed.

"Third, you are an Uchiha now and my wife. This means your behavior will reflect mine accordingly, thus I expect you to keep that in mind before you jump impulsively into anything foolish," she lowered her eyes, feeling chastised.

"On the same thought, remember now as an Uchiha, your allegiance lies with us. Yes?"

"Y-yes Ma-Madara-sama," she responded with a nervous stutter.

She noticed his eyelids drop slightly softening his expression, when he added, "in private you can call me just Madara."

Her eyes widened slightly at the warmth in his voice. Perhaps... perhaps this marriage might not be so terrible after all.

The thumb on her chin started a small caress across her full lips. She felt the unfamiliar tingly warmth take hold of her belly. This man disordered her thoughts so much, she could not understand his intentions.

"Say it," he whispered hoarsely, "say my name."

"Ma-Madara...," she stuttered again. The fuzzy feeling in her stomach intensified, baffling her further.

It was then that he closed the gap between their faces and lowering his face, kissed her fully on the lips.

It was gentle at first. His slow movement of mouth and tongue savoring her left her breathless. Her heart beat so loudly on her ears, she thought for a moment he would be able to hear it as well. It was her first kiss.

He cut it off suddenly, leaving her lips puckering out, body unconsciously desiring more.

She was flustered, heat had spread throughout all confines of her body, feeling like she wanted something more but unsure of what, and angry at herself for desiring inexplicable things from a man that had made it obvious he disliked her.

Mortified, he walked around her undressed form and flushed, feeling like she was being inspected. Until he stopped behind her.

Warm calloused hands fell on her generous hips, stroking up and down, the skin at her sides. Her belly was a fluttering mess. A hand shifted her long hair to the side of her shoulders, leaving her round bottom exposed to his inspection, and she trembled feeling mystified. She could feel all the heat his body exuded.

She gasped as he took hold of one sizable gluteus, caressing and squeezing it, feeling the pressure of his wide hand appreciate the texture and firmness. She whimpered slightly then, and not exactly from pain. The hand still at her hip moved around to hold her firmly by the waist, when she felt the hand on her backside fade momentarily and fall hard on her butt with a loud smack.

"Ah!"

She sucked on air, more surprised than in pain.

"Ah!"

Another smack sounded loudly when he did so with the other mound.

"This is for disrespecting your father, leaving your house without permission and putting yourself in danger."

"Ah…ah!"

Two more successive strikes.

"This is for disobeying me."

"Agh!"

Smack, smack.

"This, for disturbing my men."

"Ah!"

Smack.

"This for seducing me with your eyes..."

"No…ah!"

Smack.

"...your body."

She bit her lips in pain. It stung.

Two more smacks were handed out then, but he did not provide any reason and stopped.

Hinata's breathing was harsh. What did he mean by disturbing his men and why would she want to seduce him? She was mortified, she had never tried to seduce him. She blushed furiously at the thought.

Hinata, who had forgotten to complain out of shock, and feeling her warmed buttocks sting slightly, was about to protest, this man is a savage brute! When her back was suddenly pressed sharply against the man's clothed body.

She was about to say something for real then, feeling mistreated, when she felt a protuberant mass pressed against the small of her back. It did not feel small neither.

She sucked on a breath. She had never seen one, but understood what it was. His manhood. One thing her Obāsan always warned her against, because some men sometimes liked to abuse women with it. But this was her husband now, and he had the right and duty to lay with her.

She did not know much about lovemaking. Her only idea came from seeing some of the farm animals at her family compound copulate sometimes. She shivered fearfully, is that how men did with women as well?

His hands splayed across her front, touching freely the delicate skin of her breasts, fondling them tenderly, as his head bent down to the exposed neck to kiss and nibble ardently. His touch though, despite the rough of his callouses, was surprisingly gentle.

She let out a moan, when he started rolling her nipples through his fingers, disconcerting her. She took then a hold of his heavy arms encasing her, holding tightly onto them. His mouth sucked on the soft skin below her ear, making her legs almost knuckle under.

She bit her lip, it would not do to sound this shameless. What was this man doing to her? First he intimidates, then he kisses, then he punishes her and now... what is this feeling he brought upon her body?

"No," he growled in her ear. "You won't hold in your pleasure. I want to hear you... if it's pain or pleasure...or I'll punish you."

"Ma...Madara-sama," she protested weakly, unused to calling him without the honoring title, but unsettled at the sensations he brought in her body. She had the sudden thought then, that she would somehow enjoy this punishment he spoke of.

She held in another moan, yet unable to prevent the smothered sounds from being emitted from her throat.

"I warned you I would punish you Hinata," and why did that threat made her warm on her belly?

One of the hands on her chest reached down to the curls in between her legs and she clamped them shut, suddenly scared.

"Open," he bit her earlobe and slid a finger in the crevice, teasingly.

"Open Hinata," he coerced with a purr.

Legs trembling, she did as she was told, squeaking out a moan as he rubbed long fingers along the dewy lips.

"You like this, don't you?" he growled.

"No..." she moaned.

"You are a bad liar," he chuckled darkly in her ear following by rolling and pressing her small nub of flesh. Hinata saw stars.

She cried out, unable to hold herself in any longer. He continued to play with that spot producing all kind of different body reactions. Her legs gave out under her, but he held steady preventing her from slipping away from him, and lowered her knees carefully on the soft futon.

He knelt behind her, aligning both their hips by letting her weight rest on his, pressing his clothed manhood right between her butt cheeks. At that point though, any prudish fear was gone.

Hinata without realizing it, started to move against the hand massaging her between her legs, commencing a rhythm of which she had no idea she was capable of, as Madara also moved his lower body in step with hers.

She was gone. The hand did not stop... no, she did not want it to stop and she shook and moaned and shivered as she moved against his skilled digits, feeling the warmth of his chest against her back, seeking that something of which was mysterious, but of which she was sure to be close.

"Please...," she begged, "please... please..."

"Please what Hinata?" he rasped close to her ear.

"I...I... MADARA!"

She screamed and sobbed her pleasure, moving desperately. He bit her neck, not strong to break the skin but enough to leave a mark. Her nails clawed on the skin of his arms, but he continued his touches unperturbed.

She fell back on his chest, flushed and gasping for air. Her body was a disarray of limbs, insides feeling like they had turned into water. Really warm water.

He massaged her sex gently, allowing her to ride out the last vestiges of her orgasm.

"That was...that was... what was that?" she asked in wonder.

"That's your first orgasm."

"Orgasm?" she whispered. She had never heard of such term, "and will I have more?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes," he replied reassuringly, "I'll give you many more," he purred soothingly.

She looked down, embarrassed.

"Do you have them too?" she asked shyly.

"Of course," he smirked, damp fingers starting to rub lazy circles across her belly.

"Did you have one now?" she asked curiously.

He chuckled, "no Hinata."

"Ah...," her cheeks warmed.

"But don't worry my Moon, soon enough," he smiled seductively.

Madara pushed her forward, and her body fell with a thud on top of the mattress. She tried getting up, grumbling in displeasure, looking back behind her, only to gulp when she saw Madara unfastening and removing his own attire.

In an instant move, she was turned around back on the mattress, facing him. He looked so dangerously dark, all big and muscled making her feel like a small game rabbit.

She looked down his body, to see his protruding mass stand up in all its thick glory. Her mouth dried, slackening open in shock.

"No," she pronounced, shifting away from him.

He raised an eyebrow, "no?"

"No" she repeated unyielding. "It's too big, it will hurt," she fussed.

Mirth creased his eyes as he laughed, startling her since she had never seen him do so, only smirks and dark chuckles.

He smiled jovial, "I promise it will hurt good."

"I have never heard of anything that hurt good," she replied defiantly, eyebrows narrowed.

"That's because you don't know this Madara."

She moved away to turn around and try to escape, but was held by her ankles and dragged down towards his body.

"Come here, I'm not letting you go anywhere except to my cock."

"You rude man!" she yelled scandalized, having realized a few weeks ago what the word meant. Much to her embarrassment.

He laughed at her antics, "this rude man will make you see paradise."

"Madara-sama!" she protested.

"I told you to call me without the honorific," he rasped once he had moved atop her.

"You will hurt me," she fretted.

"I will not, you will like it. This," he said holding himself down there, "will give you many orgasms," and he kissed her cheek soothingly.

"No it won't!" she sobbed.

"Here touch it," she didn't want to. Unbendingly he held her hand and placed it on the large shaft.

She calmed down slightly, feeling the soft pulsating skin. She did not think her body had such nice texture anywhere. It was sturdy and veiny, and the tip was shaped differently and dampened with a clear liquid. She traced slightly the strange ridges and creases in fascination. Hinata also tried to wrap her fingers, but she could not reach all around. She shivered and let go, scared still, but calm enough to allow him to reach out to her.

He caressed her cleft with the head of his member, moistening in her juices. "You are completely soaked ..." he rasped and she moaned at the contact, closing her eyes.

Her legs were pushed wide open, over his thighs and around his hips, a hand under her buttocks and he nudged her moistened lips with his tip. She felt him press himself against the small opening.

"Relax Hinata..." he cooed.

"I can't..." she whimpered, wiggling her lower body attempting to escape again.

"..."

He slapped the side of her thigh, surprising her, giving her the distraction he needed for him to push in.

"Aghh!" she yelped in pain as he slid past the initial set of tight rings. Madara groaned a bit above her.

She looked sideways. She knew she was being childish. The consummation was necessary for the marriage to be official. However, she had not expected that... monstrosity between his legs.

He pushed forward, paining her insides.

"Madara-sama..." she whined, uncomfortable with the pressure. She did not want him there, it felt too large and too intimate and she did not feel ready for it.

"Relax," he pushed forward slightly, "relax," he repeated as she wouldn't. Her vaginal muscles had clamped down and would not let him move forward, at least not without causing damage. She shook her head distraught.

"Look at me Hinata," he ordered.

Her pained expression did not soften his resolve.

"Lick," and he pressed two digits to her lips.

Puzzled, she suctioned his fingers clumsily, anything to get her mind off her current situation. His eyes darkened and went down to touch her, that same spot he had done so earlier, bringing her great pleasure.

"No...," she whispered.

"Yes," he replied, as her body fluttered at the first touch of his digits. Her inner muscles relaxed, and her insides melted. That was all Madara needed. He jerked once, she gasped. Twice, and she whimpered, and with a third push, he pressed his strong pelvis completely against hers.

He held her tightly, squeezed intimately within her body and Hinata sobbed, discomfited, but more so because of the position he was in. At that moment, having someone's body part inside her hers was more than she could take.

"You are my wife now, Hinata. As such, you will have certain duties and responsibilities that come along... Still, with these also come... privileges..." he said and kissed her lips while his free hand caressed her hair.

His arms moved around her body, positioning to make himself more comfortable, an arm behind her neck, and another one around her waist, and with a hiss, he began to move. Softly at first, testing her depths, and she marveled at his gentleness.

She had believed he would be cruel and hurtful, but surely this man wasn't being so. How has she misjudged him? She was so sure he could not stand her presence. Yet, he chose her. If he hated her as she had believed, then surely the leader of the Uchiha would have selected some other lady to be his spouse, right? She gave a low moan, starting to get used to his girth, his rocking hips creating a friction that was out of this world.

He groaned, after a particularly deep thrust. Hinata, a bit lightheaded, released the question that tormented her,

"...why?" she whispered.

"Why? You mean, why this?" he growled asserting himself with a sharp thrust. Her passage had become so slick, he was not having much trouble moving in and out.

"Why… did you choose me?" she clarified in a murmur.

Madara smirked, "why… because ever since I saw you, I knew I wanted you here... in my bed... under me..." his rhythm got more intense then, and Hinata at that point wasn't able to contain her moans.

He chuckled mid thrust, "you are such a lusty little thing, you like this already."

"I don't," she lied, panting when he jerked particularly hard.

"Tell me Hinata, whose cock do you belong to?" she avoided his gaze, blushing furiously, yet her pleasured gasps would not stop coming out of her mouth, much to her mortification.

"Tell me Hinata," she wasn't having it, so with a smirk, he stopped his hip's motions altogether.

"No..." she grumbled hopelessly.

"Not until you tell me who you belong to." She ignored him, and he started to move, pulling himself almost completely out, and thrusting back in shallowly.

"... please," she begged.

"You know what you need to do," he said firm.

Both were stubborn and Hinata had her pride, but she was breaking. He kept his shallow thrusts a few times, enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy. Until she could not take it.

"Please I'm yours, I belong to you Madara-sama!" she cried.

Tenderly, he pecked her lips. "That's my girl," and pushed himself forcefully all the way inside. Hinata screamed, lost on the sensations.

Madara was done being gentle. His powerful hips pushed frantically against hers, creating wet sounds, yet she did not care, she was crying for more. Then she exploded, that same sensation she had felt earlier, loosing completely sense of time and space, and just vaguely aware of the man above her moving furiously.

He grunted almost inaudibly above her, and she felt an unfamiliar warmth fill her insides. He continued to move for a while, diminishing his rhythm. She hugged his neck and shoulders tightly, breathing heavily, but so blissfully content. Did she ever thought this would be horrible? It felt like such a faraway thought.

He lifted himself slightly up to his forearms, to look over her, just her eyes without saying word, and moved a messy lock of hair behind an ear. He placed a small kiss on her lips, and lifted himself completely, slipping out her body suddenly.

She gasped, feeling sore and bereft without the warmth of his body.

She gazed down at herself, seeing her look like an awkward mess, and closed her legs self-consciously. She saw Madara grab the folded sheet on the side and come back to her.

She complied when he forced her legs open, embarrassed and confused, and watched him clean the mess of blood and other... body fluids from her crotch area.

Bewildered, she muttered, "what... what are you doing?"

He got up, dragging the soiled sheet with him, and she curled up into a ball. He walked around naked, not a care in the world. And there she was, uncomfortable and self-conscious. Life was so unfair.

He opened the slide doors that opened to the atmospherics, and saw him hang the sheet outside.

"It's an old Uchiha custom, now everyone will know you are mine, my woman..."

She went to cover her body with a blanket, but his voice stilled her.

"I'm not done with you Hinata... not even nearly so."

He walked back, and she noticed his previously slackened manhood standing upright, as thick and scary as it had been earlier.

He knelt before her once again, and turned her body around effortlessly to make her lay on her front.

He lifted her hips, dragging her chest through the soft mattress under to let her rest on her knees, buttocks exposed up in the air. She felt him press himself against her backside and thrusted his firm length back inside her body, causing her to yelp, and then... then he truly lost any sense of gentleness.

He jerked madly, in and out, and Hinata felt like a rag doll, a lifeless body whose only motion was to follow the desires of its owner. He was so strong that he could move her at his whim without the need of much exertion.

She was sore, and his first thrust had hurt considerably. The heavy hands on her hips moved her back and forth with ease. This position made it feel differently, but the pain was keen on her flesh and she winced as she held tightly the sheets under.

She bent her head back, trying to steal a glance of him, but the sight left her gasping breathless: his eyes looking intently at their joined bodies, huffing every time his pelvis slammed harshly against her bottom. He looked up, feeling her eyes on him, and bit his lips. This was why she had thought he hated her, he looked murderous and terrible, but his actions were those of a man lost in passion, not in hate.

She could not break the eye contact, despite the uncomfortable position. Then in a swift move on his part, she was grabbed by her waist and lifted to be pressed against his chest. He held her steady, still slamming against her, but now it felt more intimate, listening the small growls coming out of his throat right next to her ear.

He slowed down, and bit her neck softly, earning him gasp. His hands moved to tease her nipples gently, growling what resembled an "I love your breasts", but she wasn't sure.

"Ma-madara... it hurts..." she let him know.

"Mmm," he grunted, lowering a hand to their joined bodies and started to caress her small little pearl.

"How about now?" she gasped, feeling the pleasure return.

His hips undulated behind her, and she cried as she tried to find a matching rhythm with his. He guided her, moving her hips back and forth in a gentle pace that she could follow and she mewled out gratefully.

She was saying things, but wasn't sure exactly what, not caring particularly. Hinata cried out her pleasure when her orgasm came, stronger than all the others. She was happy, all anxiety from the last few weeks leaving her body. Her heart was at peace that he was not an abusive beast that hated her. No, his lovemaking had showed her that he desired her wellbeing. Perhaps she could even learn to love him.

…..

Madara relaxed contently on his bed. Head propped against some pillows, while his beautiful new wife laid face down hugging his body, allowing him a free view of her lovely pink backside. He had worn her out, he thought in satisfaction, as her face had found comfort atop a bulging pectoral, eyes close and legs entangled on his.

They had made love quite a few times that night, although by the state of his semi-hardened cock wedged between her thighs, he estimated he could go on for another hour. His young wife though, wasn't used to intercourse, and although he had made the effort to be gentle this time, he was fond of rough sex. It would not do to break her and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he enjoyed it himself.

Yes, Madara had thoroughly enjoyed her body, and he smiled inwardly thinking about all the delightful things he wanted to do to her later on. She was as voluptuous as he had guessed all those times he allowed his eyes stray over her form when she would pass by. The curves of her body had almost made him lose his mind in lust more than once that night, and he wasn't one to lose mind over women.

Her petite form had belayed her age that first time he saw her, making him believe she had been but a child. Nothing though, prepared him when he uncovered her face to discover the most angelic face his eyes had ever seen.

He wasn't the only one affected. The agitation in his men was palpable around him. He already had some clan members angry he had taken her for himself and he would have had a coup had she been anyone but an heiress.

That mix between sassiness and submissive shyness had put him in a lust driven dilemma. Unbeknown to her, that cheekiness and noble demonstration of courage won her the prized position of Leader's wife.

His left hand stroked her hair, while the other one caressed lazy circles on the skin of her waist and hip. He saw her shift slightly tightening her hold on his chest. The even sounds of her breath told him she was almost asleep. A pity, he wanted her again.

The hand on her hip crawled lower down her bottom, to insert itself between her legs. She was moist, he noted and licked his lips. He lost count how many times she had an orgasm, and he spilled inside her three times.

She moaned, and shifted around.

"What..." she rasped sleepily.

He did not say anything, but kept petting her sex.

"Madara-sama," she gasped, "you want more?"

He smiled contentedly, "do you?"

She burrowed her face on his chest, blushing. He was glad then, she was comfortable enough with his person now to say and do as she wanted. She had been so scared of him when he first went into the room. A scared little lamb about to be devoured by the big bad wolf. Now she was a sensual fairy that had just seduced an ancient deity. He thought as he watched her mounds press against him and spill at her sides.

She lifted her face then, to look at him with half lidded eyes, lips red swollen with his kisses.

"I thought you hated me," she confessed.

He chuckled, "and what exactly made you think that, my little Moon?"

She blushed at his endearment, "mmm... your eyes... are terrible... the way you talked to me...ignored me…" she grimaced.

"I am the leader of my clan Hinata, I'm not here to make nice. It's a dangerous world and I have to make it known we are strong. I will look terrifying to any stranger that comes to our lands uninvited and you my dear, despite your delicious self, wasn't going to get any different treatment..." she burrowed herself further in his chest, hiding her face.

He chuckled again then, "the reason I ignored you for the most part was because... Hinata, had you been any other, and not the daughter of your father, you would have found yourself in my bed that very same day you arrived. Your attitude won you a direct admittance to my bed my sweet Moon." Her innocence and body had called out to his most base desires.

She gasped, completely awake then.

"You... you would have abused me?" she asked shocked.

"Of course not," he chuckled, "well, you would have surely loved my abuse."

She glowered in dismay, and he continued,

"You would have enjoyed yourself as much as you did tonight Hinata. But I warn you, other men would not have been as lenient as I had been. That's why I punished you. You are lucky you made it here without any misfortune. Had you encountered a group of mercenaries out there... you might have never made it here."

She raised herself in protest, "I'm not that weak! I know all my clan's jutsu," she said proudly.

"In a one-on-one, maybe one-on-two, but you would have found yourself at a disadvantage with more. And let me add, each one of them would have taken a turn at you."

"Why do you say these things to me?" she sniffled, clawing her nails in his chest, upset.

"Because I want you to be aware of the reality and danger of this world Hinata. You are a gorgeous young woman, and carrier of a powerful bloodline limit. You are a hot commodity. Many a man would kill to be in my position," he smiled, and she blushed furiously. "Thankfully for you, there are very few capable of that, if any."

"Is that why you married me…?" she asked crestfallen, tracing lines with her finger on the muscled ridges of the ample chest under her, "because I'm a hot commodity?"

He took hold of her chin, making her look directly to his eyes.

"I married you, because..." he said no more and lowered his head to kiss her, sliding his tongue inside, tasting her mouth fully.

"It was either that..." he broke the kiss, "or me ravaging you," he smirked.

She punched his chest, lifting herself off him, letting the top of her breasts spill over under her.

"You... you beastly man!"

He chuckled and she continued.

"Was it you who requested my body measurements and…?"

"No, that was at the council's behest. They would not let me marry you otherwise. I did believe your words that day Hinata," he added softly. He had cared not for it, and nevertheless would have wanted her still had she not been a virgin. Alas, the thought of being her first and only really made wonders on his male ego.

He looked down slyly at her breasts, then added.

"What do you want from me Hinata?"

Her eyes widened then, not expecting that question. Her eyes fell on his chest again, looking unsure of herself. Blushing, she replied

"I... I don't know," and he could tell she was lying.

"What is it? Tell me," he asked softly. She said nothing, shrinking into herself.

"You came here because you wanted peace, you also wanted to protect your friend."

He continued, "but you also wanted love, don't you?"

She hid her face on the nook of his neck, feeling exposed.

His arms went around her, hugging her lithe form against himself.

"I don't know much about love Hinata. I have never felt that for anyone," he was candid. "But I care about my clan and desire what's best for them.

"I can't promise you love, but I can promise that I'll protect and cherish you... and all the children you will give me.

"I also don't plan on breaking our marriage bows, I will be faithful to you and care for you... and give you great sex too."

He added with a smirk. She slapped him again, but there was not anger behind.

"I told you once I am a simple man. I just need warm meals, and you on my bed."

She remained silent, but her arms went up and wrapped around his neck, drawing close to him.

Madara found himself completely hard. He wanted to take her again.

Looking down, he started to stroke her sex again. She stirred above him, eyes close, enjoying his caress.

"Can I have you one more time tonight?" He asked gently, deciding on entreating rather than just taking, as he had done earlier.

She nodded softly, face still hidden in the crook of his neck.

"Come then, I'll let you ride me this time."

"...what...?"

…..

He saw her ride him with wild abandon, like a butterfly breaking out of her cocoon. Enchantedly, he watched her enjoy herself above him. It was also the first time he allowed a woman be on top, and a feeling of contentment and tranquility filled his chest in response.

He did not know if he was capable of love, but he figured, if there was any woman in his life that deserved it more, that would be his lovely Moon.

END

Notes and references:

"Be kind and courageous": I believe that's from the life-action Disney's "Cinderella" movie.

So I left it open-ended, in the spirit of "The Beauty of the Caged Bird". I imagine most expected a different kind of ending, so I'm sorry if this was not what you anticipated. My idea of this at the end, is that they are, despite everything, open to embrace each other and also learn to love each other. Hopefully this is seen it the same way, but I'm curious to know what others might think.

I think of Madara as a dark, rough around the edges, and rude, especially since he is not used to hang around women, but not necessarily an abusive kind of man. I dabbed a bit into BDSM here, sorry if that made you uncomfortable, but it really just fits into my idea of him.

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