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He always teased her first. That was Madara's game.
He’d press the fat, leaking head of his cock right against her soaked entrance and whisper in that dark dangerous growl, promised both torment and obsession
“Relax, Blossom… just the tip.”
Sakura never trusted that line. She knew what “just the tip” meant with Madara fucking Uchiha.
It meant he was about to torment her.
The blunt head slid inside, stretching her tight little cunt just enough to make her gasp. Her thighs trembling as her pussy clung desperately around his shaft.
He stayed there. Shallowly grinding the swollen head against her inner walls with slow and controlled circles. Precum spilled out of him, mixing with her slick, dripping down her ass.
He didn’t move further. He didn’t need to.
Every shallow thrust slammed his tip right against her clit from the inside. Over and over...making her cry out in frustration.
"M-madara… please… it’s not enough…”
“Not enough?” he rasped, smirking down at her flushed face, her small tits bouncing with every jerk of his hips. “Feels like heaven to me.”
He fucked her with just his tip over and over... still tormenting her with his painfully slow thrusts.
His abs tightening as he came hard inside her without ever bottoming out, shooting ropes of cum that flooded her puffy entrance. Yet she still felt empty, unsatisfied. Madara’s cockhead swelled, spurting and retreating again, while her needy cunt begged for more.
It was torture. Delicious torture.
But the real cruelty came after.
Just when she thought he was done, when her body had gone limp from overstimulation and frustration, Madara shifted his weight. His massive frame pinned her down completely, his huge hands gripping her thighs and spreading her open wider than she thought possible.
“Time to stop playin’, Blossom.”
Before she could even beg, he slammed forward.
Her scream broke into a choked gasp as his entire monstrous length speared her open in one brutal thrust. Her legs trembled violently, body going rigid from the sudden, shocking intrusion. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, she was— stuffed. Every inch of him forced deep into her tiny cunt, stretching her walls around his veiny shaft until she felt split in half.
Her hands clawed at his shoulders, eyes wide with tears, her tits bouncing wildly under his weight as his mangekyo sharingan spun to life, capturing every desperate sob and pleading whimper she made.
“Mada- Ah! F-fuck.... it’s too much—!”
But he only groaned, low and hungry, grinding deep inside her like he’d finally claimed what was his.
“Perfect,” he growled, kissing her trembling lips, not slowing even as her legs twitched helplessly around his waist. “My tight little Blossom… my fleshlight.”
Every thrust after that was brutal possession. Her cunt only clench tighter around his massive cock, milking him like she was made just for him. And he used her body shamelessly, hips slamming into hers, cock hitting so deep it made her see stars.
By the end, Sakura was gone, reduced to a wet, trembling mess under him. Completely stuffed full and dripping with his cum...
Her body is nothing but a vessel for his hunger. And Madara? He only smirked, brushing a cold, deliberate kiss across her forehead and whispered something against her ear that sent shivers she couldn’t name down her spine.
“See, Blossom? Told ya it was just the tip.”