Izuna Uchiha
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After Madara had left, Izuna thought for a long time about what Madara had said. Deep down he knew about his brother’s appetite in regards to women. So for a split second he honestly thought that maybe Madara had lost control and killed this woman. He had done it before. He went about his business, putting his concerns in the back of his mind. He was planning on meeting a young woman later that evening for dinner. He wanted to focus on that. He felt his cheeks warm as he thought about her. They had met in the market only a few days ago. When they saw each other, neither one could say a word. All they could do was watch each other and blush. That wasn’t like him. He was the last one to believe in love at first sight. Deep down he felt that was the last thing he needed. Many men have died because they get distracted by women. Or they go mad when they lose the woman they cared for. Either scenario was in no way a benefit to the clan. Least of all the fledgling new village. He stopped by a booth and picked up some flowers. He had seen her smelling them before she left, so he was sure to pick them. She seemed to be even more shy than he. There was a real possibility that she had never lain with a man before. If things went the way he hoped, then he would find out before too long. He had a reputation with women as well. He had never had a woman tell him no initially. Women were so easy to read. Granted most of the women he slept with were experienced. Like any man, he enjoyed having a woman with a history of experience pleasuring him. They always knew what they wanted and were never afraid to voice it. A virgin on the other hand made the encounter awkward. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. It took a lot more time to coax her into things. Then there was the understandable fear when he would try to take the upper hand. The woman would lay there tense, shaking. He would usually start by simply touching her gently. He loved the gasp he would hear when he reached her c**t. The look on her face was priceless. First shock. Then she would pee on herself. Especially the ones who never learned to touch themselves as they went through puberty. After a moment, he would rub her c**t and watch her experience her first orgasm. It always got easier after that. She would beg for more. The woman would be shocked when he put his face into her and began beating her c**t. He would smirk. Of course she thought it was disgusting. But only for a moment. He would make her c*m multiple times, her body spasming. While she was in the midst of her orgasm, he would shove his c**k into her. She would gasp. Some would say no. He would f**k her like mad. Before long, she would grab him and beg for more. By the time he f****d her up the ass, she was completely into to it. Screaming obscenities’ as well as his name. He never stayed once he was finished. The woman would fall asleep and usually by the next morning, she would realize the ramifications of what she had done. No longer a virgin, her marital prospects were almost non existent. He would walk away with a smile. Why kill a woman physically, when you could destroy her for the rest of her life. Because it was consensual, she couldn’t divulge her actions. They would only be found if she voiced it to a prospective husband before hand, or if she were foolish, the groom would learn the night they consummated their wedding. The husband would either make her his concubine and search out another woman to be his wife, or send her back to her family in disgrace. With the Uchiha, disgrace almost always meant a death sentence.
But this woman, it felt different. She made his heart pound. He had never felt anything like this before. What did this mean? He made his way to her door and knocked. When the door opened, her father answered. Izuna nodded and voiced his intentions. The father glared at him but stood aside. His daughter’s jet black hair and onyx eyes were balanced by the dark blue gown she wore. Izuna blushed again. “I never even asked your name.” He whispered as they walked away. “My name is Siri.” She answered. “I’m Izuna.” Her eyes widened. “You’re Madara’s brother?” Izuna nodded. If she had any knowledge of his reputation, she wasn’t showing it. He sighed in relief. The one time he thought maybe he had found a woman he could care about. At least that was what his heart was telling him. They found their way to the restaurant he had chosen. Once inside, he led her to a table and pulled the chair out for her. She sat down and blushed again. Once there meal had arrived, they sat and talked. He found her to be highly intelligent and funny. They spoke about many topics. Before long, the owner approached them. It was closing time and he needed to close up. Izuna was surprised and how fast time had flown by. He stood up and helped her to her feet, brushing his hand over her ass as he did so. All she did was blush. She didn’t pull away. Interesting. Maybe his original assessment of her was wrong. As they went outside, he felt a strange tingling sensation. Instantly he found himself putting Siri against the alley wall of the restaurant they had just walked out of. Siri pushed against him, but not in protest. He loosened his hold on her and watched as she slid to her knees. She undid his pants and took
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