Your arranged marriage to a prominent feudal lord has always been a happy one or so you thought. When he suspects your lack of fertility, he takes up a mistress much to your dismay. Your sister, no less!
The overwhelming depression forces you into...
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A/N: Smut chapter, don't read if you don't wanna.
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You watch as the new panels begin to be installed. Many of the changes you have enacted for the estate have been approved and rapidly processed for the upcoming event. To your surprise, Madara allowed much to be altered, even the purchase of a few artworks to be on display. The results are a brighter house as more light can now travel inside the space.
The doom and gloom no longer hangs in the air and it can certainly be inferred that you have made your mark on the place. The few employed in the estate are mesmerized that any of this was allowed but welcome it.
"My lady," says the craftsman as they finish with their job. You had overseen much of it and now ready to retire for the day.
You nod your head as they bow, but in the midst of their bow, you spot a sweat bead roll down his neck and cascade through the exposed portion of his torso. Your mind reels back to your nights with Madara, how he ravaged you until the both of you were a sweating mess. How each bead would roll down his torso and down near his pelvic bone. How defined his muscles were, taunt to the touch.
The man doesn't spot your blush and departs. You stand there holding your face, hoping to stifle the hormones that run rampant in your body. You have been fighting off your extreme range of emotions as of late, but it has gotten more difficult by the day. Today, you battle the cravings for a man. Unfortunately, the universe deems your struggle futile as the source of your heat appears.
Madara walks over while his eyes wander and inspect the new door slides. "They do not appear much stronger than the last ones."
You turn your head just slightly as he stands beside you. You glue a hand to your face to shield your heated state. "The shoji paper has stronger material but lighter."
The Uchiha patriarch opens his mouth to continue the flow of conversation but then halts at the odd atmosphere. Usually, you'd be chattier, imploring just how amazing the item is. You'd go into so much detail on the fabrication, the benefits, everything. Your need to explain every change in depth has been a constant since he gave you permission to do as you pleased.
And as much he hates to admit it, he enjoys the sound of your voice prattling on about things in a marveled tone. To hear just one sentence from your lips places an unease in him.
He glances down to spot your turned attention. "Is there something the matter?"
"Nope." Still no eye-contact. "Well, I must go."
Before you can attempt any escape, he grabs hold of your wrist to turn you around. Your shocked expression meets him, but it's the hazy eyes and the blush that exposes your troubles.
Madara's eyes widen slightly. He stands there frozen, forcing you to explain yourself. However, you don't provide any valid reasoning and use poorly chosen words. "I... I cannot help it."
