Mature Content Warning: ⚠️
This chapter contains scenes of abuse, sexual violence, blackmail, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
As Indra dragged Mikoto to her feet, the weight of her situation crashed down upon her.
The pact she had made, in her desperation to save her family, had led her down a path from which there was no return.
Her fate, and that of the Uchiha Clan, hung precariously in the balance, threatened by the very man who now claimed dominion over her body and soul.
Mikoto's heart raced as Indra led her through the desolate streets of Konoha, the once vibrant village now eerily silent.
The few shinobi they passed averted their gazes, either out of respect for the new regime or fear of the man who now held absolute power.
Mikoto wondered how many of them knew of her plight, of the pact she had made to save her family. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Indra pushed open the door to what had once been the Hokage Residence, now his personal domain.
With a firm hand on Mikoto's back, he guided her inside, the door closing behind them with a resounding thud.
The space, once a symbol of leadership and wisdom, now felt suffocating, a prison of Mikoto's own making.
"Undress me," Indra commanded, his tone brooking no argument. Mikoto's hands trembled as she reached to obey, her fingers fumbling with the clasps of his armor.
With each piece that fell away, her anxiety grew, the reality of her situation pressing down on her like a physical weight.
When she finally stood before him, clad only in her undergarments, Indra's gaze raked over her form, hunger evident in his eyes. "All of it," he growled, impatient.
Mikoto closed her eyes, seeking a fragment of her former strength, before allowing the last barriers between them to fall.
Naked and exposed, she awaited Indra's next command, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
His calloused hands gripped her shoulders, the contact sending a jolt through her system. "You're trembling," he observed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fear? Anticipation?"
Mikoto refused to meet his gaze, instead focusing on a point beyond his shoulder. "Fear," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, for she knew that what she felt was far more complex than mere fear.
Indra chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. "We'll see about that." With a swift motion, he scooped her into his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom that had once belonged to the Hokage.
The irony was not lost on Mikoto – she, the wife of a clan leader, about to be taken by a man who had usurped the highest position in the village, in the very bed meant for its leader.
Depositing her on the expansive bed, Indra loomed over her, his presence overwhelming.
Mikoto instinctively retreated until her back met the headboard, nowhere left to run. Indra placed his palms on either side of her, caging her in. "Nowhere to hide, Mikoto," he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. "It's time you faced what you've agreed to."
Mikoto's resolve crumbled, replaced by a wave of panic.
She turned her head away, seeking escape, but Indra caught her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Look at me," he demanded, his tone firm. "I want to see your face when I take you."
Tears welled in Mikoto's eyes, a mixture of shame, fear, and a spark of something she dared not name.
She bit her lower lip, a futile attempt to stem the tide of emotion threatening to overwhelm her.
Indra's thumb brushed away an escaped tear. "Don't hide from me, Mikoto.
Your husband may have been content with half a woman, but I demand all of you." His lips descended upon hers, claiming them in a kiss that was both punishing and intoxicating.
Mikoto's world tilted on its axis, the kiss awakening something dormant within her.
Despite her revulsion, despite her loyalty to Fugaku, her body responded to Indra's touch, a betrayal that left her reeling.
She whimpered into the kiss, unsure if it was born of fear or the unfamiliar stirrings of desire.
Indra broke the kiss, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "There it is," he murmured against her lips. "The passion I knew you possessed."
His hand slid down her body, exploring curves that had long been neglected. "Tell me, Mikoto, has your husband ever touched you like this?"
Mikoto's breath hitched as Indra's skilled fingers found their mark, sending jolts of pleasure through her unprepared body. "N-no," she stammered, unable to lie, not when her traitorous body sang under his touch.
Indra's laugh was low, almost a purr. "I thought not. He didn't deserve you." His fingers delved deeper, teasing, caressing, driving Mikoto to the brink of madness. "But I do. And I'll make sure you know it."
As Indra's mouth reclaimed hers, Mikoto found herself responding, her lips moving against his of their own volition.
Her arms, which had been pressed against her sides, crept up to circle his neck, drawing him closer.
The kiss deepened, Indra's tongue demanding entrance, which Mikoto granted with a soft moan.
Their tongues danced, a battle of wills that left Mikoto breathless and yearning for more. Indra's hand, meanwhile, continued its exploration, teasing and tormenting her most sensitive areas.
Mikoto arched into his touch, her body seeking the pleasure it had long been denied.
"You're wet," Indra observed, his voice rough with arousal. "Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind resists."
Mikoto whimpered, torn between shame and the undeniable pleasure coursing through her veins. Indra's fingers, slick with her own juices, continued their merciless assault on her senses, driving her closer to the edge.
"Please," she gasped, unsure what she begged for – release, mercy, or something more.
Indra's response was a growl against her lips. "Soon," he promised, his touch becoming more insistent. "But first, I want to hear you scream my name."
Mikoto's eyes flew open, meeting Indra's intense gaze.
The challenge in his eyes, coupled with the relentless pleasure he inflicted, proved to be too much.
With a cry that was half his name, half a plea, Mikoto succumbed to the climax that had been building, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure consumed her.
As she came down from her peak, Indra's smug satisfaction was palpable. "That's just the beginning," he promised darkly, positioning himself between her thighs.
Mikoto, still reeling from her orgasm, could only watch as he aligned himself with her entrance.
The stretch was immense, Indra's size a stark contrast to what she was accustomed to.
Mikoto gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he slowly filled her. "Indra," she whimpered, unsure if it was a plea for him to stop or to continue.
He paused, his gaze locked with hers. "Is this too much for you, Mikoto?" he taunted, though there was a glimmer of something almost like concern in his eyes.
Mikoto swallowed hard, her body adjusting to the invasion. "I... I can take it," she managed, her voice shaky.
Indra's smile was predatory. "I know you can. You were made for this."
With those words, he thrust fully into her, claiming her completely. Mikoto's breath left her in a rush, her nails digging into Indra's back as he set a punishing pace.
Each thrust drove her higher, the pain of the initial stretch giving way to an intoxicating pleasure she had never known.
"Indra!" she cried out, unable to contain the torrent of sensations overwhelming her.
"That's right," Indra growled, his pace unrelenting. "Let them all know who you belong to now."
As Mikoto teetered on the brink of another climax, Indra reached between them, his thumb finding her most sensitive spot.
The added stimulation sent her spiraling, her world exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations.
Indra followed soon after, his release filling her as he groaned her name against her neck. In the aftermath, as their breathing slowly returned to normal, Mikoto lay still, her mind reeling with the implications of what had transpired.
Indra, to her surprise, did not immediately withdraw. Instead, he remained draped over her, his weight strangely comforting.
When he finally lifted his head to look at her, there was a softness in his gaze that gave Mikoto pause.
"That wasn't so terrible, was it?" he murmured, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
Mikoto bit her lip, uncertainty gnawing at her. "No," she admitted softly, the truth of her words surprising her. "It wasn't."
Indra's smile widened, triumph and something akin to tenderness reflected in his eyes. "I told you your body would remember what it needs. Now, your mind just needs to catch up."
As he finally rolled off her, Mikoto couldn't shake the feeling that she had crossed a threshold from which there was no turning back.
The question was, what lay ahead for her, now that she had truly become Indra's?
The aftermath of their coupling found Mikoto and Indra in a tangle of limbs on the expansive bed.
Despite the lingering shame and guilt that gnawed at her conscience, Mikoto couldn't deny the unexpected sense of satisfaction that hummed through her body. Indra, ever perceptive, noticed her conflicted emotions.
"Well, that wasn't as terrible as you feared, was it?" he murmured, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her bare shoulder.
The casualness of his touch belied the gravity of their situation, a stark reminder of the pact that bound her to him.
Mikoto remained silent, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind.
How could she explain the turmoil that raged within her?
The guilt that threatened to consume her for betraying Fugaku, coupled with the undeniable pleasure she had experienced in Indra's arms?
It was a moral quandary she had never expected to face.
Indra's patience wore thin as her silence stretched on. "I grow tired of your brooding, Mikoto," he said, his tone sharpening. "Speak. Tell me what troubles you so."
The command in his voice jolted Mikoto from her reverie. She turned to face him, her cheeks flushing under his intense scrutiny. "It's… complicated," she admitted softly, her fingers nervously twisting the bedsheets.
Indra's scoff was derisive. "Spare me your melodrama. What you feel is simple lust, nothing more."
Mikoto flinched at his words, though she knew he spoke the truth.
Her attraction to him was undeniable, yet it was tainted by the circumstances of their union. "You know nothing about me," she retorted, her tone sharper than intended.
Indra's eyes narrowed, a spark of anger igniting within their depths. "Do not test me, Mikoto. I am not a patient man."
His warning sent a shiver down Mikoto's spine. She had witnessed his wrath firsthand; to incur it now would be folly.
Yet, a part of her rebelled against his dominance, a flicker of the strong-willed woman she once was.
"I am not some plaything for you to use and discard," she said, her voice steadier now. "I am a person, with thoughts and feelings you seem determined to ignore."
Indra's response was a low, menacing laugh. "You signed that away when you agreed to my terms. Your body, your loyalty – they belong to me now."
Mikoto's resolve faltered, his words striking at the heart of her insecurities. Yet, she refused to back down entirely. Meeting his gaze, she said, "My body, yes. But my loyalty… that is not so easily given."
Indra's expression shifted, surprise and intrigue dancing across his features. "Is that a challenge, Mikoto?" he asked, his voice lowering to a seductive purr.
Mikoto's pulse quickened, her traitorous body responding to his proximity. "It is a statement of fact," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Indra moved closer, his lips nearly brushing against hers as he spoke. "We shall see about that," he murmured, before claiming her lips in a searing kiss.
As Mikoto yielded to the kiss, her mind raced. Had she unknowingly challenged Indra?
And if so, what would be the cost of her defiance?
In his arms, she found both pleasure and peril, a dangerous combination that threatened to unravel the very fabric of her being.
---
End of Chapter
---
Want to read advanced chapter?
Give me your stone to this novel to reach the milestone that will give you bonus chapter per day!!!
50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter / Day
100 Power Stones = 2 Bonus Chapters / Day
250 Power Stones = 3 Bonus Chapters / Day
Please support me?
See ya!