Hope (Uchiha Itachi)

"So soft...so beautiful...and all for me…"

"Mmmm...I'm yours, Itachi…"

Something dark within the Uchiha heir purred in delight at your admission, a side of himself that he refused to release and even acknowledge for it was everything he believed he was not.

Sprawled against the feathery soft futon of your new marriage bed, the young man allowed himself to drink in your full beauty as his sharingan spun and copied your very image, a remembrance of the first night you'd laid together. An eternal memory of the night he will take your maidenhead and fulfill your promise to commit yourself to one another for eternity.

Your snowy strands were spread across the bed, your wedding kimono having been opened mere moments ago by his own hands to reveal the pillowy mounds on your chest that seemingly taunted him with each breath you took. But what truly mesmerized Itachi was the blissful smile on your face and the tenderness in your eyes as you gazed up at him, making him feel so vulnerable and exposed even if he was still fully-clothed.

The Curse of Hatred meant that every Uchiha was capable of the greatest love and friendships, but also the most severe animosity. Itachi himself knew that should anything happen to you, even he who dedicated himself to the Will of Fire can so easily fall into the Curse of Hatred that plagued every Uchiha.

"Husband...You're my husband now, Itachi. That means no one else can have you," your full lips were set into an adorable pout, the aggrieved expression only serving to further send blood into his loins. "All of you is just for me, which means that all of me is only for you."

When a man is presented with such a cute wife, how can he even hope to resist her charms?

As rigid as Uchiha men may seem, they still bled the same red that everyone did and loved just like everyone else. All that differs is that love can make them the greatest or the worst men.

And like all men, what else can he think of during his wedding night other than thoroughly loving the woman he pledged his very existence to?

"I love you…"

Whispers of love were exchanged between you two when the man finally slid the thickness of his length into your weeping pussy after preparing you thoroughly with skilled hands and a relentless mouth. You watch with hearts in your eyes as Itachi's cock seems to split your untouched cunt wide open, drool dripping down your open mouth with each high-pitched moan he coaxes out of you.

The pain of one's first time is easily ignored, seeing as you weren't human anymore ever since transmigrating to this world and that the one you were engaging in this act of love with is the man whom your heart rejoices in. Instead, you were only panting, whining, and whimpering with how slowly he was going inside of you as if you'd break.

When your lower lips finally meet with the short dark hair at the base of his dick, Itachi pulls out until only the tip remains inside of you before thrusting back in and setting a steady pace. Your whole body shook and shuddered with each precise stroke and movement, obscene amounts of your own fluids dripping from your center and wetting his length.

Itachi's sharingan remained active throughout the night as he fucked you into the futon. Trying position after position and practically saturating you with his essence with how much cum he'd given you.

"I know that it is not easy to change the way Uchiha's think or regain the trust of the villagers, but I know that I want to try. I know that I want to make a difference so that all our future descendants can walk with their heads held high and hand in hand with everyone in Konoha."

He whispers as if sharing a secret while you were seated on his lap, his cock still nestled inside of your oversensitive cunt as if to plug it in and keep all the cum he'd so graciously given you inside. You were facing him as you sat, tender breasts squashed against a firm chest while your hands anchored themselves on his strong shoulders.

"I want this child to grow up with not just love and support from the clan, but also everyone in the village that my ancestor helped establish,"

"And they will. Slowly but surely, we'll make everyone understand each other."

As you gaze down at him with golden orbs filled with hope and cradle his face with warm hands, Itachi feels that his dream of peace may not be so far fetched after all.