Author here. So, chapter 21 is partially voiced again; a little beginning and Lewd flashbacks are skipped and available in the text.
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🕚 22:50 | Bedroom 🛏️
My hands were cuffed to the bed above me, and I could not touch his full length as he nuzzled my skin with his digits. Madara had chained me to the bunk, and I relished it. His schlong contacted my legs and thighs, and my fanny dripped from the entire act. My stomach clenched when his fingertips grazed my bits. My brain could not focus on anything but the sparks in my yoni and how fast he could get them to fly.
"Keep your eyes open, okay?" His voice, a low rumble, tickled my ear and shot an electric tremor through my anatomy. He gentled his thumbs along the sides of my labia and watched me as he impelled two phalanges inside me. I tilted my head back, lips parted, as he fucked me with his hand.
"Oh god," I panted.
"That's it." He smiled at me and bit his lip. His tone was hungry, and he drank my nipples with the same force.
"Your lip-biting is very attractive to me, Madara." I breathed.
He barged into me thoroughly, holding still before sliding out again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my feet contrary to his rumps, whimpering gradually.
"Oh Jesus, this is amazing...Don't stop!" I looked up at him pleadingly, more than a little panicked. He started to push in and out slowly.
"Dear lord, Madara!" He bit my neck, holding me tight.
"So fucking good, watching your face contort like that... I can't help myself," he growled into my ear.
"Ahh, yes!" My snatch clenched around his thumbs, and I panted again. I ignored the cuffs digging unbending into my wrists. I clung my legs tightly alongside him as sharp little squeezes contracted through the center of them.
"Oh." My build bowed and thrust itself toward his digits, trying to get closer to them despite the shackles holding it back. "Madara."
He pumped faster and rammed firmly against me.
"Good girl." He thrust his thumbs agile and exerted into me harder." I gasped for air. Whenever he flung pointers into me with such force that my clamped hands shook next to the cot with each jolt, tingles spread through me with an extensive lament. My build jerked under the furor, squeezing out another fluid wave as heat flushed all through me again. My face contorted as tendrils of delectation radiated from among my legs, making me shake and sweat dripping down my brows with each passing second.
I felt a gush between my legs. Seeing Madara finger-fuck me incredibly nimble surprised and embarrassed me.
"Shit!" My frame convulsed and spasmed uncontrollably, hostile to his paw, slamming rapturously on his palm with my hips and backsides.
"Oh, Jeez!~" I threw my tush back, snatching my lip furiously; I couldn't contain myself any longer. My torso went limp, and I crumpled to the cot, wailing loudly.
"Messy, dirty girl, you're so flawless." Madara grinned at me and released my arms from their restraints. I lay resistant to the mattress, panting like a dog. "Squirting is amazing," I replied happily and gulped, closing my eyelids. "That was wonderful."
"Yeah, it was. The next time I secure you to the bed, refrain from moving too vigorously. I noticed subtle impressions from the manacles on your arms, darling." He kneaded his face at odds with me, nuzzling softly into my neck and thorax before dropping lower still over my belly. He began to kiss it languidly in the tender valley amid the swell of one hipbone bump and the other. My flanks bucked weakly under him as he parted lave after slow, wet lick over my skin, easing downward inch by inch towards where things were happening so urgently — down just short of that place where everything came together.
My whole self screamed, but not with pain or lush — with a pure bright shock that this was happening surpassed any thought or expectation.
I sighed, relaxed into the crib, and ran my hands over his bicep. "I am speechless." I skimmed my paw across his back and frolicked with his hair, sighing freely. "Mmm."
He rested his chin in the crook of my neck and rubbed his nose instead of mine, whispering serenely. "The way you turn me on makes me want to fuck you like an animal."
I petted his cheek with my palm and tucked the hair away from his forehead. "I'm ready for that. Screw me in any way possible, Master."
For a while, we kissed, resting before the next round of harlotry.
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💭 From the instant we met, there has been something powerful among us: a passion that cuts like a blade through everything else. The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of cravings. This man brings out the best in me and gives back tenfold what I give him. My figure yields to his petting. I am mesmerized by Madara, both in and out of berth. He tickles me so lovingly and makes me feel so wanted. Does that mean I am falling in love? Or could it be mere lust? I think of fucking Madara as an addiction. I am so addicted to his embodiment because he is mine. He belongs to me, my spicy hunk with the big joystick, and I will get it one way or another. I will have him and no one else.
Fool alongside the wall, on the kitchen countertop, in the shower — like critters, like teenagers with no concerns but their impulses. All I can think about is when I'll see him next and how we will shag next time. He thinks there's nothing better than mating with me, watching me come undone under his pat. It was as if time stopped when he and I were together in the cradle: we could have screwed for hours without a word, yet completely understanding each other's moves. Madara is a libertine *; His duty was to pleasure me as I do him.
*footnote: 📝 A libertine is — free of moral, especially sexual, restraint, lewd, and lascivious.
Outside of the chaise, he's caring and attentive. I have zero tolerance for disrespect or insults directed at me. But when it comes to intimacy, I relish his roughness. I like him to fuck me like an insatiable beast. Perhaps it's my kink, but I enjoy being shagged like a bawd in bed. It thrills me so much. In this aspect, we are well-matched.
🕑 01:49 | 69
As we recovered from the rampage humping, Madara suggested we try simultaneous oral sex.
"We should try sixty-nine...Suck me off while you sit on my face." He demanded. He grabs my feet as I lay on top of him. I put both feet on his nipples. Madara's sweaty rib cage slid under my ass cheeks as I climbed atop him. My wet vag slides around his chin until it brushes toward his rims, and then the tip of his tongue scoots out to taste me.
I am straddling this hunk's desirable build, feeling my labia warmed by his hot breath, tasting my juices on his borders, and seeing how he quivers with delight as his rod soars down my throat! His schlong was thick and solid in my hand, twitching with need. I grumbled a little as I began to work to and fro his lubricious wang with my yap, tasting him again. His anatomy vibrated lightly as he felt my wetness sliding onto his skin.
The feel of his rigid shaft through my edges was rounded, wet, stiff, and pulsing — my snivels rumbling from the depths of my being! I slithered amid his legs and teased him with a floppy gust before swallowing him off. My lingua lashed over his glans, knocked the frenulum, and slid down his organ. Madara leans forward and dips his tongue within me. My shape jerks forward with the effort. A steady stream of juices leaks from my hole, dripping down onto his face, making him groan airily. He pecked his licker across my clitoris. His mouth found every spot that made me inhale sharply. His lips probed my vulva as he swilled and pressed harshly defiantly. The agitation rippled through me like electricity, and I gasped with bliss as he drove me crazy with voluptuousness.
As he lapped my juices, his long, thick cockhead pressed severely against the back of my throat, ready to slide in deep. I took it into my chops and sucked as he cried out gingerly. Both of us worked toward our orgasms as the wetness intensified amidst us. My bones responded to each movement before it happened, surrendering entirely to him... until our bodies erupted into a single climax. 
The warm, salty taste of his semen coated my palate. His smacks were torrid and firm in opposition to my wet, slippery skin. He licked me clean, then collapsed, panting and jolting with fluttering fervor. I swallowed strenuously to keep it from sliding out. My physique shook in the cool air as heat waves radiated off him. He separated our bodies with an enormous swipe of his oral that left a tingling trail across my breasts and stomach, up among my flank to end at my muff. The blaze spread from my core outward until I felt weak. I rolled down off his face to lie at his side and huffed, striving for breath. The sweet smell of an aroused man filled my nose as I eyed him lying propped on the pillows. We stared at each other, our hearts pounding.
"Fuck, babe," he simpered. "You are a goddamn fire in the sack." He touched my face with the side of his fist, moving it down.
"You were right earlier...You spoiled me." I responded.
"Don't you dare make me feel guilty!" he replied, grinning. "My insatiable girl."
"Madara, you're never enough for me." I purred. "We tried different positions: standing, sitting, sideways, spooning, side by side, doggy-style, and more. I don't remember the names of them."
"Oh! My favorite is when you penetrate me from behind. Standing with my back next to your bust, the length of your rod slides tantalizingly up the crack of my ass to press under my cunt. 
"Today, I'm partial to the cowgirl and maybe the reverse cowgirl," I noted.
"I liked them too. You were on top of me, straddling me like a pro. You appeared splendid in the bondage harness and horns, Haruko. It suits you well. I love having such a charming deviless in my life." He sneered, and joy ran up my spine at the sight of his alluring twinkle.
"While shagging against the wall, I relished how you bounced with your boobs and pressed them upon my trunk. 
But I also adored observing you move on top of me until I drifted into euphoria. Oh, you are sexy, Haruko! As today, I would be glad to bang you on the table at my office once again."
"I also found them nice. The rear toy you suggested as I sat astride you was a new sensation for me. It makes me so moist every step when I walk with it on." I croaked, reaching for him, letting the yearning in my tone become evident.
💭 She ruminates. In response to Madara's pitch regarding anal sex, I researched the topic. The idea of engaging in butt play piqued my interest. So we tried it out. It felt good, like double penetration, while I used the jewel metal plug. But still, I'm not ready to put his thick wang up there yet.
"I was ecstatic when you fucked my minge while I was wearing a bum plug. Having both holes filled makes everything feel so tight. When you tease my ass with it, I get enraged."
"Naughty, raunchy siren; I knew you'd enjoy this. I would never give you fucking advice, Haruko." He bragged.
I beamed at him. "Yes, I know, handsome.
My fellatio or handjob always makes your jaw clench, and you look magnificent."
"Debauchee, I love it when you pamper me like this. My favorite part of you is when you gag on my prick. What a talented little mouth you have. 
In particular, when you're on your knees with a begging expression while my spunk drizzles down your perfect shape." He stated, remembering that.
"Mmm, heck, yes! There is nothing I love more than giving you a suck-off and being your whore, Daddy! That red spasm in your pelvis as you shoot into my jaws. Your long, low growl. You have the face of a man dying of joyfulness, appearing vulnerable and charming." I mentioned.
"Oh yeah, Haruko, you're the best-behaved slut ever. You are better than any fantasy I could ever come up with. We did a great fuck with you. The flexibility you showed me during sex at the door was nice. You rode my dick in more fluid motions than I thought possible. I couldn't get enough of it as I gripped your thin, lovely femurs." Madara noted, recalling it.
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14:10 | At the doorway
His excitable, austere length multiple times slid into my cunt and out. I wailed with every stroke and was slick with sweat when he finished using my flesh and bones for entertainment. My pussy was stretched over his girth, and warm, sweet spasms erupted in my frame as he came, filling me with a sublime warmth I nowise grow tired of. My back arched, and I cried out with every thrust as I gripped his strong loins. Sweat trickled down my breasts, matting the hair to my chest and burning sharp trails along my skin. My stomach ached with rapture, and my scalp swam happily on the clouds of lust that cascaded from my groin. Madara's thrusts felt so good they hurt; even that pain shivered through my skeleton. We pushed each other higher and higher, finding an insane rhythm in our bodies and wits until our cries were one sound in a rising melody of grunting and moaning.
"Oh, Haruko, you naughty one..." Madara uttered in his raspy speech, "Babe, you amaze me with what your supple body can do on my dick. Seeing you wriggle and squirm in delight while I fuck you is incredible." He teased again.
"It's you, Madara, that makes me feel such feast with my core, and you make me do such a performance with it. My mind goes berserk when I'm with you."
"Everything you have is what I crave." Madara preached. 
While he pulled me up to him, I pressed my tits against his muscular belly. "You own me."
"I have the same reaction whenever I am with you, honey. You do not ever cease to impress me, Haruko. There is none a day that doesn't bring me some new revelation. There is no sex without fire, but with you, it's hot enough to turn me inside out. You never fail to devise with some new fancy that puts my schlong on edge." He beamed at me.
"You won't even have time to be bored with me, I'll fuck your brains out in my favorite way. Lecher, mark my words."
"I don't ever doubt you, hottie. You won't wear me out with lots of sex because it's my favorite." Madara leered.
"Mmm, You filthy tasty; I wasn't going to, with your big boner. You've got an awesome dick, Madara, and I love how quickly he responds to my nude form. You have a tremendous appetite for sexual activity that I enjoy." I scraped my spicy physique upside his peritoneum while my hands roamed Madara's trunk and across his buttocks.
15:33 | Bedroom
"Does anyone have a prescription of who and how often gets laid? I haven't seen it." I stroked the outline of his cock and giggled mischievously at him.
"Neither have I. Fuck it." Madara aired saucily.
His sound was taut with hunger but even more so with an erotic edge that almost drove me mad with avidity.
"Please, Madara," I mewled. "I want you to fuck me like a bitch in heat just because you can." I plumped my bosom as he roughly nudged me onto the sheets from behind.
"I want to feel all those walls contract around me... When you're about to come, I love it when you grab the sheets." He commented.
"Yeah, ruin my pussy. Fuck me, Daddy. Take it!"
Madara felt his taut member slide into Haruko, the skin of their bodies clinging together like wet wax. Haruko's entrance was tight throughout him, and he growled in contentment as the base of his shaft slid up the length of her framework. His hands slid down her corse to tightly grip her pelvis, hot with longing.
11:15 | Cowgirl
The warm embrace of Madara's arms wrapped me in a tight hold. His hams were firm on my hips, and we rocked together. I pressed myself back into his lap to feel his erection digging deeply into me. My hands moved next to Madara's abs as I strained my torso forward, wanting more of him.
"You are so sexy...Mmm... I can tell that you're having fun. I fucking love it when you ride me like this." He chatted.
With my eyes closed and my noggin thrown back, I sighed as his rod twitched within me. "I adore feeling you this deep inside of me."
"Good girl. Having you grind that little clit against me is a treat." Madara asserted.
"That feels amazing, baby." I shrieked, thrusting up in tandem with him.
"I want you to cum for me, hard." He grimaced.
22:22 | Bedroom
"It's so great to see how wide you're willing to be for me, babe, and I love that you're so flexible."
"Leaning back like this with your dick in me is a real lecher move."
"So? Haruko, considering your position, you do not need to feel embarrassed, my dear."
"Ah, yes... Madara... I couldn't agree more. You can get kinky in bed, I forgot." 
I felt him chuckle down my neck. His knuckles traced circles in the vicinity of my nipples.
"I've seen every inch of your figure, and there's not a single fold or curve that I don't find irresistible." He pulled me up to his ribs, and his exclamation turned husky.
"How you spasmodically jerk beneath me when I plow into you is incredible. You throw back your nob, gasp, and ask for more." His hands slid down the curve of my waist and gripped my lower torso.
"You're so tight over my member; it's almost enough to make me lose control. I want to thrust into you until neither of us can stand anymore until we cave in from utter exhaustion..."
The heat of his palms was branded onto my skin, and I trembled in response. My bones responded to even his slightest touch, and feeling him put his extremities on me felt like nothing more natural in the world. His large fins roamed my thighs, possessive and welcome but leaving trails of heated flesh behind them.
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"Oh, yes, we have discovered so much about each other in our lovemaking sessions." I expressed.
Madara agreed. "You have unleashed your true sexual self, and I am glad to see that. It's delicious."
I leaned against his ribs and gazed into his eyes. "You reveal this side of me. I have always felt like another person was inside me, and I've long since stopped trying to hide it. I don't know if that's true or not."
"And yet, here we are..." he muttered, his vent barely more than a whisper. "Or maybe that was your genuine essence; you just didn't admit to yourself that you want to be a harlot in bed?" He quizzed.
"Perhaps that is true," I exclaimed.
"You didn't foresee getting so sexually liberated, did you?"
I nodded. Madara beamed at me and kissed my shoulder. "The answer was obvious. You are a minx, after all."
💭 There was no anger in his utterance nor his words; they sounded like the purr of an affectionate cat, gentle and sensual. I laughed, not because his words were funny but because he was right. Maybe that was my true nature — to be the slut-goddess in bed — and I had never admitted it to myself until now.
"I crave you endlessly, my dashing lover." I purred.
"Likewise." He brushed a frail kiss on my snout. Shifting me onto my back, he started to nibble on my neck. "You know," he voiced in a husky tone, his form hovering over mine, "I don't leave my women unsatisfied like that. Lucky for you ladies, you don't need to wait as long for an orgasm after we've had sex."
I let out a supple whine, a giggle escaping as I replied, "Absolutely, as many as women aspire. No rulebook says we're confined to a certain number of orgasms. Maybe we could climax far more often than any man could dream."
"Fortunate, indeed." Madara playfully winked at me and leaned in to kiss my stomach tenderly. "You see, women often possess a greater capacity for enduring sexual activity than men," he observed, his snigger merry. "And here's another interesting tidbit: for women, it's not just about the act itself; it's about experiencing fulfilling orgasms. That's a distinction between us," he concluded, his smirk growing.
"Where did you acquire this insight?" I quired with a devilment snicker.
"Well," he began, his grin widening into a toothy expression, "My knowledge of the women's anatomy is quite extensive."
Chuckling at my query, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Yeah, that was a bit of a naive question on my part. More is better." I shot him a sly peek, my ogle filled with mischief. "You're right."
He kissed my leg, his lips prospecting for a place to attach themselves as he rubbed it slowly. I trusted him completely. "I'm not gonna leave my girl without an apex," he remarked agilely. He kissed the inner part of my thigh, his dark margins lavishly grazing my skin. "I'll always make you cum, the way I can. Not just by banging you," Madara drawled as he ran his fingers up the middle of my leg.
"I'll ensure you can get off several times at once — because that's fucking arousing to watch. Hearing you protest and seeing your embodiment quiver is the most exciting thing. The anticipation alone has me thrilled. All I yearn for is to feel you shudder in total surrender, tremble beneath my touch, and whisper my name."
"Uh-huh." I gasped and contemplated. 💭 He's just as candid as usual.
He glimpsed at me, his eyes narrowed, a teased expression creasing his face. I wrap my legs around him, asking: "Are you drawn to me? I'm a hot little tart whose body you can abuse however you like. This was inevitable."
"It's the most lovely thing, isn't it, Haruko? Love to see you squirt for me." He revealed.
"I admire the way you're upfront about things, Madara. Your candor attracts me." I stole a glance at him, feeling a bit bashful.
He raised my chin to lock eyes once more. "That's inherent to my character, sweetheart. And beyond sex, I'd like to emphasize that you shouldn't leave me guessing — communicate directly what you wish." Madara explained, and his pinkie lightly graced my cheek.
I nodded, a titter lighting up my face like the sun emerging from behind clouds.
"In you, I value that. You're breathtaking," I blazed, my words a mellow gasp.
Madara's gape traveled across my features, tracing every contour of my face — from the arch of my lips to the glimmer in my eyes. "You're impeccable," he eventually uttered, his admiration breaking free from the confines of his thoughts. "Every aspect of you is awe-inspiring, and I can't help but realize how fortunate I am to be here with you. Your beauty transcends the surface; an inner radiance enchants me."
💭 Haruko's thoughts. Following his words and shrill glower, my heart raced so fervently that I experienced a momentary numbness while a crimson hue swept across my cheeks. Considering all the intimate adventures we'd already had without such a reaction, I was puzzled over the cause. What was triggering this unfamiliar stir within me? My cowardice might have caused me to deny my feelings toward him.
Nonetheless, I'm anxious that it could reconstruct everything. I'm such a goof. I don't want to dwell on it...Madara uniquely makes me feel content, and I need to quiet my deliberations and enjoy him.
He kissed my inner groin and waited until I bucked against his face before he began savoring my slit. He pelted and gulped on my mound until I began to keen faintly, then applied his lingua into my tight hole.
"Oh yes..." I took a sudden puff. "Ah...For now, it's a little sensitive, but I want more. Make me crazy, rock me, baby."
My fervid blow bathed her flange, and my tongue swept across the nub of her clit. Her radiant skin was on fire with desire for me, as it always was. I couldn't believe how lucky I was that I had chosen her. I loved how she kissed me hotly on my mouth as if there were no other man in the world for her. There was something erotic about the scent of sex on skin and hair; Haruko exuded sexual energy and confidence that turned me on immediately. She is beautiful, intelligent, comforting, and funny. We revere sex so much that we wouldn't get tired of it. Gazing at her supple and inviting curves, I let out a low, possessive growl.
"You're so damn wet and gooey, Haruko."
"Ahh Madara! I enjoy how you are eating me out." She twitched. "I fucking love your tongue inside my crack."
I feebly wrapped my palms everywhere on her thighs and plunged my glossa into her gash.
A grouse sprang from Haruko's throat, and she raised herself onto elbows to watch me wring every ounce of pleasance from her.
"I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your quim." I discussed.
My cheeks are warm and red under the cold patch of skin on my face, and my expression is one of hunger and ultimate consumption. Haruko's legs fell open, inviting me to explore further, which I did, but only fleetingly before I returned to the tender flesh in her shins.
💭 Haruko muses. Madara's lingua felt like heaven on earth, such warmth tempered with perfect pressure. The tip dug deep into the very heart of me. He withdrew his clapper just long enough to drive it right back in and devour me as if he were starving for my taste. I could feel his hands holding me steady as he worked over every inch of me with his piehole.
His tongue slid over my bean, hot to the touch, making my twat ache and throb for more. His organ drove into me deeply, and I twisted beneath him. He stroked in and out, sucking on my clit and sailing it with his tongue until I writhed below him. Madara was too rough for me just a latterly ago, but now his strokes were smooth and unhurried as the bud of joy within me grew to a painful point. Somewhere along the way, he'd pinched my nipples painfully stern as he guzzled at me. Now, they were sore from arousal but only made every lick of each stroke slower and more dominant than before. Madara's caresses were taking my respiration away, fuck how much I love this. Whenever he touches me, I lose my sanity and breathe shallowly. His hand slides betwixt my wet labia, his fingers manipulate me here and there, his thumb presses alongside my button, and I'm about to lose my head. My eyes had rolled up into the back of my crown when he pulled away to catch a deep exhale. Then he dove back in, mouth wide and lips wet and ready. His fluid panting and flicks inside my mound get me swoon from fulfillment, and my stomach clenched with glee. He's so skilled at fucking that I have no words to describe how good he makes me feel, but that's about it. I'm doomed to lust forever.
After she sighed deeply in overjoy, Haruko arched backward as I drove my oral cavity into her again, fucking her more profoundly as she approached another sublime peak. She dissolved into a sultry mirth and pressed my skull back upon her figure. Tenderly, I slipped two digits within her and worked them delicately in and out while I quaffed arduously on her nub. Her inhalation transformed into yelps, and I sneered smugly to myself, giving Haruko such vivid satisfaction. I felt her hips tighten around my noggin as her frenzy approached. Her toes curled and uncurled with each stroke of my linguistic and phalanges until she was filled with pulsing energy and melted like chocolate. Finally, Haruko fell back on the cot, succumbing to the ardent perceptions I had brought about in only moments. Her yell is heavy as she says: "Baby...You... lick me so much...—" but I bring my rims to hers so we can kiss silently.
💭 Madara's mind. As I lower myself between her soft, creamy thighs, I hear her take a sharp breath. When my tongue touches her sensitive flesh, she arches up and releases a low moan that sends shivers down my spine. Under the caress of my tongue, Haruko writhes. Her fingers graze through my hair as she gyrates against me in ecstasy, urging me on. She's vocal in her appreciation, and each gasp and chunter from her lips spurs me to explore further. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and the sound of her exaltation ignites every nerve ending in my body. As I delve deeper into her embrace, the world melts away until there's only us in this instance of pure bliss. Her sweet voice fills the room, ringing off the walls and heightening our desire.
Exploring this stunning creature is overwhelming; I can learn everything about her by tasting her. Each subtle noise she makes awakens something inside me. And finally, when she reaches that pinnacle of pleasure, it's almost more than I can bear. But watching her face contort in ravishment is worth the effort.
I lay beside her, tired but happy. She squints, so glad at me through half-lidded eyes, lazily stroking my cheek. "Your habit of gagging me with kisses has become more frequent lately, Madara."
I twinkle: "It's not on purpose, dearest. I follow my desires."
Haruko's face was buried in my neck as she hugged me. "You're incredible," She whispered lax in my ear and placed her hands on either side of my sternum, attuned to my inhalations. She dozed off in my arms.
Haruko lay sound asleep, her long lashes fanning out like graceful white wings at odds with her porcelain skin. Madara rested near her, quietly observing her slumber.
💭 He reflects. This girl is a firebrand. Not for a minute had her flesh failed to burn with lust, yet every day brought new surprises. I was lucky to have her. She's sex-incarnate.
Madara's extremities traced the frail curves of her form as he reclined next to her. She seemed as aerial as a fragile blossom as if she might wilt at the lightest fondle. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
A flabby murmur escaped her rims as she shifted in her slumber, his name dancing on her inhalation. He brushed his gob against her closed eyelids, then lowered his mug to hers, savoring the sound of her jubilant purr. Her face held serene tranquility, brims slightly parted in repose. Haruko's hair cascaded across the white pillowcase, framing her visage like an ethereal halo. Uchiha watched her, captivated by her presence, for several timeless flashes. Caringly, he tucked the blanket surrounding her shoulders and swept away a stray strand of hair.
💭 A whisper formed in his mind: I believe I'm falling in love with you. He wondered if the same sentiment was blossoming within her. This notion painted a soft, sweet smile on his lips.
Ensuring her amenity, he rearranged her covers, then lay beside her, allowing his eyelids to close.
In her closeness, he found unrivaled solace. Her rhythmic breathing and the gentle ebb and flow of her chest lulled him, infusing him with an elevating warmth. As sleep embraced him, Madara welcomed the peace she brought to his restless heart.
