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Mornië utúlië (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

He moved faster, a little rougher to add friction to his movements but nothing more than that. He gave low grunts and huffs, his eyes shut and his focus on solely the pleasure he was feeling.
 
He could feel her cool breath on his neck, her legs draped over his hips as he buried himself deep inside her. He could hear her own faint moans, her warmth trembling around his cock as he thrust.
 
His pace quickened, the lukewarm feeling of her body oddly pleasant to him. It was all he could do to distract from the pain in his heart.
 
Her noises would grow louder and louder the longer he used her, soon feeling her trembling beneath him. She was pressed firmly against the wall by his body, arms pulled tightly above her head and his weight on her keeping her from moving away. Though she cared not for physical interaction, and thought little of him, the pleasure he was giving her made her toes curl and her skin warm. She had never experienced such pleasure before, and she didn’t hate it.
 
His skin was crawling at her noises. How vile of her to enjoy this, to take pleasure from his abuse. She was more disgusting than he was. He should have made time to visit the brothel.
 
She couldn’t help her noises, they almost came instinctively, whipping softly as she felt an odd pressure building within her gut she had never felt before. She felt disgusted with herself, letting a human touch her with his bare flesh, but at the same time, her thoughts swirled and she only focused on her own pleasure.
 
He was throbbing harder and harder, his climax building more and more the faster he moved. Focus on the pleasure, nothing else. Not her and not her noises.
 
She clenched her fists as an overwhelming pleasure suddenly overtook her, crying out weakly and closing her eyes to blink away tears, trembling against Sasuke, her inner walls tightening around his cock.
 
He hissed and suddenly filled her with his warm seed, he didn't care with the whores so he didn't care with her. He caught his breath and moved away before grabbing his clothes and redressing. He said nothing, only watched her briefly before relaxing the chains and leaving.
 
When he relaxed the chains she slumped to the floor, breathing heavily and laying where she had been dropped, his seed making a mess between her legs and the floor below her, but she said and did nothing.
 
He didn't bring her anything to clean up with. Couldn't risk giving her water. But he did come back maybe a day later to torture her some more.
 
Sasuke could see that the fire alone was wearing her down, and he had made a good handful of holes through her body; two in her stomach, one in her arm and leg, and he had even made one though her neck- none killing her. She was weak however, and she finally looked tired, no longer meeting his eyes when he came back into the cabin.
 
She was shaking from how weak she felt, but he could clearly see when she nodded in agreement, finally giving in from the constant torture.
 
She let the cloak simply be draped over her shoulders as she staggered to her feet, the sound of ice cracking coming from her leg as she hobbled slowly to the door, leading him by the chains that connected to her wrists like a dog leading its master.
 
He followed her,and after a little while of being annoyed with how slow she was,he offered her water, "If you use this to attack me, I will end you right here."
 
She took the water, but didn’t move to attack him, crouching and slowly pouring the water over her damaged legs, which healed the holes in them slowly.
 
It didn’t take long, the holes in her legs closing up and sealing the cracks as well. She stood once more, then started on again at a decent pace, silent as always.
 
He could smell burning, just like he had all those years ago; burning flesh and wood, and soon he saw it. In the dark of the night, he could see the light of a large fire in the distance, along with heavy smoke.

Yukimura had barely made it out, gagging and coughing on the ground outside the orphanage, night shirt still smoldering. He was dazed and in pain, arm burned from his hand up to his neck and face. He had been forced to jump from the second story of the building from his bedroom window, the rest of his room already up in flames and keeping him from leaving that way. Once he had cleared most of the smoke from his lungs, he struggle to his feet, staring in horror at the destruction the building was suffering.
The children. He made a break for the front of the building, not bothering to put out the fire still eating at his shirt and burning his flesh, his only concern being the children he could hear still trapped in the fire.
 
"Yukimura!" Daisuke was coming home from his nightly walk when he saw the smoke, grabbing the bucket from the well to try and put out the flames. "Where are the others?! Where's Akihime?!"
 
He didn’t answer, he only ran straight for the front door, which was already burned away, entering the roaring flames barefoot and only in his night pants. “Akihime!! Rona! Fuu!” He called over the roaring of the fire, trying to find anyone he could. “Gohan!” He felt tears in his eyes, which burned from the smoke, and even though he was coughing already and his feet burned badly, he continued further in.
 
"Yuki...!!" It sounded like Akihime, her voice strained and raspy. It was coming from the back hallway where she was meandering around trying to see, "The children, they're trapped...!! I-I can't get them out, we have to help them...!!" She wheezed before tripping over a destroyed beam and hitting the ground.
 
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