Naruto Yandere Series

Madara Uchiha Part 2

He came way too quickly. When he pulled himself out of her, he watched as his c*m overflowed out of her along with a dangerous amount of blood. He didn’t have much time. He repositioned her and shoved his c**k into her ass. She screamed in pain. The tingling was building up. He felt the momentum increase without him being in control. Who dared interfere? He closed his eyes and for a moment, he saw another’s eyes staring back at him. Along with a sickening grin. He stopped his movement. “Finish her.” He heard a whisper. He grinned and began to f**k her again, slowly. Madara sensed the intruder’s pleasure. As he picked up the pace, the pleasure increased. I’ll play your game. He f****d her harder then, and just as she was about to reach her peak. He pulled out a kunai and ran it across her throat. She had a strange expression on her face. A mixture of frustration, pleasure, and shock. He watched as the blood drained out of her body, soaking the blankets, the grass. So much blood spilled out of her that it extinguished his cooking fire nearby. He stood over her now dead body. He heard a howl and after a moment, the tingling finally ceased. He grabbed her by her hair, grabbed his blankets and drug her body to where the bodies of the cloud ninja still lay. He found a spot across the road, took off his bloody clothes and began digging a grave. He wiped his brow as he finished smearing the woman’s blood. He chuckled, he would need a bath. After the grave was dug, he stripped one the ninja of their clothes and tossed all three bodies in along with the blankets and his clothing. He refilled it with dirt and patted it when he was finished. It was almost dark. He walked to the river and dove into the water. He yelped some. The water was colder than he was anticipating. Once he had washed himself, he washed his armor. He dressed in the cloud ninja’s clothes and replaced his armor. His brother would be expecting him back at home. He would need to tell him about his interesting encounter when he returned. It angered him that someone would dare enter his mind. For the briefest moment, he thought the woman had used her mind transfer jutsu. But the presence he felt was different, and certainly more powerful. He laughed out loud. Whoever it was, he had denied him one of a man’s many pleasures. He had not fed his hunger in the s****l sense in quite some time. He had been to busy dealing with his enemies. He may have to rethink his priorities. Bedding that woman had been a very relaxing and satisfying experience. He had not intended to kill her at first, he had wanted to use her up completely. But this intruder had forced his hand. He was not going to have the thrill of the kill stolen from him by anyone. He loved feeling the blood of his enemies pour over his hands. The warmth of it, excited him. The control as you watch the life disappear out of their eyes.

Izuna waved at him as he neared their village. Madara hugged his brother. When Izuna asked him how the battle was going, he responded that it was going well. He told him about his encounter with the woman. His own version. When he went on the describe the strange sensation and the presence in his mind, his brother nodded. That was strange indeed. Madara continued by telling his brother that the entity had forced him to rape a woman to death. The color drained from his brother’s face. “Is there anyway to defend against it?” He asked then. Madara got quiet. “I’m going to do some research and see what I can find. Maybe Hashirama will have some idea.” Izuna sighed. “As if we needed more problems. Especially in the midst of garnering peace.” Madara grabbed his shoulder. “Don’t worry, little brother. There’s a purpose to everything.” Madara walked to his home. As he put away his belongings, and began to undress, he closed his eyes. The look on her face was going to be a memorable one. He would have to see about recreating it at some point in the near future. He took a decent bath and got dressed in clean clothes. He would meet Hashirama and invite him out for a meal. Then they could discuss what had occurred during the ongoing battles. His friends vision was a hard one to turn into reality, but he would support him in his efforts. After they had eaten and discussed all their topics, he brought up what had happened to him. Hashirama sat for a moment and thought about it. He had no idea what this could be, but he would look into the archives and see if there had ever been similar occurrences in the past. As an added measure, he would speak with his brother as well. “Well,” He tells Hashirama. “I’m going to retire. I’m returning to the battlefield in the morning.” Hashirama raised an eyebrow. “You only just returned?” Madara laughed. “I prefer to among the men, it will allow me to keep an eye out in case this problem reappears.” With that he left. Let Hashirama deal with all the trivial things involved in his campaign of peace. He found a new hobby that appealed to him. And he was eager to begin as soon as possible. The encounter had awakened a hunger in him. On multiple levels, and he intended to feed it. God help any woman he met from this point on. He would need to be careful at first. But eventually, he would be reveling in beauty, desire, and satisfaction. Madara thought of his future plans. His new interest would only serve to further his ambitions. If anything it would allow him to perfect his method better than he imagined.