Chapter 60: R
**Neji Hyūga's Home:**
Neji's home is a traditional Hyūga compound, serene and elegant. The house is spacious and minimalist, reflecting Neji's calm and collected demeanor. The entrance is marked by a simple yet beautiful wooden gate, leading to a meticulously maintained courtyard garden. Stone pathways wind through carefully arranged rocks, bonsai trees, and a koi pond, creating a tranquil atmosphere that soothes the soul.
As Malik steps into the tranquil space, he is immediately enveloped by a sense of peace. The interior of the house is a testament to Hyūga tradition, with sliding shoji doors, tatami mats, and low wooden furniture. The walls are adorned with delicate calligraphy scrolls and minimalist artwork, each piece carefully chosen to complement the overall aesthetic.
Neji stands in the center of the room, her posture perfect, exuding an air of quiet confidence. She is dressed in a simple, elegant kimono that accentuates her refined presence. Her long, dark hair is neatly tied back, and her white eyes, characteristic of the Hyūga clan, reflect a deep inner calm.
As Malik approaches, Neji gives him a soft smile. "Yes, Malik," she says, her voice low but clear. "I will marry you."
Her acceptance is quiet but profound, a promise sealed with a gentle nod. The weight of her words resonates in the peaceful ambiance of the Hyūga home, creating a moment of profound connection between them.
Neji steps closer to Malik, her movements graceful and deliberate. She reaches out and takes his hands in hers, the touch both tender and reassuring. Her calm and serene demeanor has a grounding effect, making Malik feel both cherished and respected.
The tranquility of the Hyūga compound amplifies the significance of the moment. The gentle rustling of leaves in the garden and the soft murmur of the koi pond create a harmonious backdrop to their exchange. In this serene setting, Neji's quiet yet unwavering commitment stands out, promising a future filled with mutual respect, understanding, and deep affection.
As they stand together in the elegant simplicity of Neji's home, Malik feels a deep sense of contentment and anticipation. The peaceful surroundings mirror the calm assurance in Neji's eyes, and he knows that their journey together will be marked by the same grace and tranquility that defines her. "I wonder how fast you can take that Kimono off?" Malik says plating his face on her huge bosom. "Does my husband, wish to see me naked?" Neji asks. "Yes, he does," he says while she rubs the back of his head while his face is still fully on her big boobs. "Then beg." Neji. Malik freezes his face still planted on her large breasts. "I want you to know who is in charge of this relationship, so beg for me, my husband," Neji says pushing his face into her. Neji's words reverberate through the tranquil space, filling the air with an intoxicating mix of challenge and desire. Her voice, low and clear, resonates with an unwavering confidence that leaves no room for doubt. As she gently pushes Malik's face further into her ample bosom, Malik can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through his veins.
The scent of her perfume fills his senses, and he breathes deeply, inhaling the intoxicating aroma. The feeling of her soft flesh against his face, the gentle curves of her body pressing into his, awakens a primal hunger within him. Malik wants to explore every inch of her, to learn the secrets that lie hidden beneath her traditional attire.
Malik's mind races with thoughts of desire and submission, and he realizes that he is at her mercy. In this moment, Malik feels a profound sense of vulnerability, but also an overwhelming desire to submit to Neji's will. He realizes that this is a moment of trust and surrender, a test of his devotion to her.
With a newfound sense of reverence, Malik begins to speak, his voice muffled by Neji's kimono. "Please, my love," he says, his words barely audible. "I beg of you, reveal yourself to me. I want to see you, to cherish every inch of your beautiful body."
As Malik speaks, Neji's grip on his hands tightens, her touch both firm and reassuring. She leans closer to him, her breath warm against his face. Her voice, when she speaks, is softer now, laced with a hint of amusement. "Very well, my husband," she says. Neji slowly begins to untie the knot at her waist, her movements measured and deliberate. The silk fabric of her kimono begins to slip away, revealing glimpses of her bare skin underneath. The sight of her smooth, unblemished flesh is intoxicating, and Malik can't help but feel his heart race in anticipation.
As the kimono falls away, Neji stands before him, wearing only a thin silk undergarment that does little to conceal her curves. Her body is a testament to her strength and grace, the years of training and discipline evident in every line and contour.
Neji's chest is a breathtaking sight to behold. Her massive, voluminous breasts defy gravity, spilling out from the top of her silk undergarment with a lush, abundant fullness that leaves Malik's head spinning. They are perfect mounds of flesh, firm and resilient, yet with a softness that invites touch and caress.
Each breast is easily the size of Malik's head, if not larger, and they sit high on her chest, their weight pulling them slightly apart to reveal a hint of the delicate skin between them. The nipples are dark and erect, inviting Malik to take them in his mouth and suckle to his heart's content.
The sheer size of Neji's breasts is overwhelming, and Malik feels himself becoming lost in their depths. "Did they get bigger?" Malik asks having seen them before. Neji giggles softly at Malik's question, her laughter a melodic sound that fills the tranquil space. "A woman's body can change over time, my dear husband," she says, her voice filled with amusement. "Especially when she is happy and content."
As Neji speaks, she takes a step back, allowing Malik to take in the full sight of her. Her undergarment clings to her body, outlining her curves and accentuating her toned stomach and slender waist. The material is thin and delicate, and Malik can see the faint outlines of her nipples through the fabric.
Neji's legs are long and lean, covered in smooth, unblemished skin. Her thighs are firm and muscular, the result of years of rigorous training and discipline. Her calves are slender and toned, and her feet are delicate and petite. As Malik's gaze travels down Neji's body, he finds himself drawn to the apex of her thighs. Through the thin silk of her undergarment, he can see the faint outlines of her most intimate parts. His heart races with anticipation as he realizes that he is about to get a glimpse of her most private areas.
Neji notices where Malik's gaze has settled, and she can't help but smirk at his obvious fascination. With a playful glint in her eye, she slowly raises one leg, hooking her foot behind Malik's back and pulling him closer to her.
Malik feels himself being drawn in, his face now mere inches from Neji's most intimate area. He can feel the heat radiating from her body, and he can smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Neji's undergarment is thin and sheer, and through it, Malik can see the outline of her labia, slightly parted and glistening with moisture. Her bush is wild and untrimmed, a thick patch of dark hair that covers her mound completely.
Malik feels a surge of desire course through him as he takes in the sight of Neji's most intimate area. He can't help but reach out and touch her, his fingers brushing against the soft, damp curls of her pubic hair.
Neji gasps softly as Malik touches her, her body trembling slightly under his touch. She looks down at him, her eyes dark with desire. "Careful, my husband," she warns, her voice low and husky. "You're playing with fire."
Malik's heart races as he realizes the depth of his desire for Neji. Neji's words hang in the air, heavy with meaning and desire. Her eyes are fixed on Malik's, challenging him to meet her gaze and accept the intensity of their connection. Malik feels a shiver run down his spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He knows that he is at Neji's mercy, and he is both terrified and thrilled at the thought of what she might ask him to do.
Without breaking eye contact, Neji reaches down and takes Malik's hand in hers. She guides it to his own crotch, pressing his fingers against the hard bulge that strains against his pants. "Do it," she commands, her voice soft but firm. "Jerk off for me, my husband. Show me how much you desire me."
Malik's heart races as he follows Neji's orders. He fumbles with his belt, his fingers trembling with excitement and nervousness. As he undoes his pants, his hard cock springs free, throbbing with anticipation. Neji's gaze never wavers, her eyes locked on his as she watches him stroke his length.
He grips his cock firmly, his fingers encircling the shaft as he begins to move them up and down in a steady rhythm. Precum beads at the tip, glistening in the soft light of the room. Neji watches with rapt attention, her breath quickening as she sees the evidence of his arousal.
"That's it, my husband," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "Show me how much you want me."
Malik's hips begin to thrust in time with his strokes, his cock sliding through his fist with a wet, slapping sound. The sensation of his own hand on his cock is intense, made more so by Neji's gaze. He can feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing with each stroke. He wants to hold back, to savor this moment for as long as possible, but the desire is too strong.
Neji seems to sense his impending climax. She leans forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, "Come for me, my husband. Let me see your desire for me."
Her words are the final push over the edge. With a cry of pleasure, Malik feels his cock throb in his hand as he releases his load. Hot jets of cum spurt from the tip, splattering onto Neji's legs and feet. She gasps at the sensation, her eyes widening in surprise. Neji looks down at the wet streaks of cum on her legs and feet, a mixture of shock and amusement on her face. "Well, my husband," she says, her voice filled with mock sternness. "It seems you have made quite the mess."
Malik blushes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction at his actions. He watches as Neji slowly lowers her leg, her movements graceful and deliberate. The silk of her undergarment clings to her body, outlining the curves and contours of her most intimate areas.
Neji steps closer to Malik, her eyes locked on his. She reaches out and takes his hand in hers, her touch both tender and reassuring. Her gaze softens as she speaks, her voice laced with warmth and affection. "I hope you know, my husband, that this is just the beginning. There are many more moments of pleasure and connection to come." Neji's words linger in the air, heavy with promise and desire. Malik feels a surge of excitement course through him, his heart racing at the thought of what the future may hold.
Neji's grip on his hand tightens, and she leads him towards the tatami mat where they will consummate their union. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows across the floor and walls. A faint scent of incense fills the air, creating an atmosphere of serenity and intimacy.
As they reach the mat, Neji turns to face Malik, her eyes shining with a deep, intense passion. She releases his hand and steps closer to him, her body pressing against his. Malik can feel her warmth, her breath hot against his skin.
Neji's lips meet his in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explores his mouth, tasting and teasing him. Her hands roam over his body, caressing and exploring every inch of him. He can feel her breasts, heavy and soft, pressed against his chest. Her nipples are hard and sensitive, and he longs to touch them, to taste them.
But Neji has other plans. She pulls away from the kiss, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I want to taste you," she whispers, her voice low and sultry.
Before Malik can respond, Neji drops to her knees in front of him. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire and longing. Slowly, deliberately, she reaches out. Her fingers brush against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
As she undresses him, she leans forward and presses her lips to his stomach, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. Neji's lips move lower, her tongue tracing a path down his abdomen. Malik can feel her hot breath against his sensitive skin, and he gasps as she reaches the base of his cock. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire, before taking him into her mouth.
Her mouth is warm and wet, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucks him deeper. Malik can feel every sensation intensely, from the softness of her lips to the wet heat of her mouth. He groans as she begins to move faster, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.
Neji's hands reach up to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she continues to suck him. Malik feels his orgasm building again, the pressure in his balls growing stronger with each stroke of her tongue. Neji senses his impending climax and increases her pace, taking him deeper into her mouth. Malik's hips buck as he reaches his peak, his cock twitching and throbbing as he releases another wave of hot cum. Neji doesn't pull away, instead, she swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she demonstrates her devotion and submission to him.
As the aftershocks of his orgasm subside, Neji rises to her feet, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Did you enjoy that, my husband?" she asks, her voice sultry and full of pride. Malik can only nod, still stunned by the intensity of the experience. Neji leans in to give him a quick, playful kiss before stepping back and gesturing towards the tatami mat. "Now it's my turn," she says, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Neji's gaze is intense and unyielding as she looks at Malik, her eyes filled with a desire that leaves no room for doubt. "I want you to eat me out, my husband," she commands, her voice low and sultry. "I want to feel your tongue on my clit, teasing and tasting me until I can't take it anymore."
Malik feels his heart race at Neji's words. He has never been with a woman who is so open about her desires, so unapologetic in her demands. He feels a thrill of excitement run through him as he realizes just how lucky he is to be with her.
Without a word, Malik drops to his knees before Neji, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. He can see the damp patch on her silk undergarment, evidence of her arousal. Malik gently hooks his fingers under the hem of Neji's undergarment and slowly begins to pull it down, revealing her bare mound. Her pubic hair is dark and wild, just as he remembered. He can see her labia, swollen and glistening with arousal.
Malik takes a deep breath, inhaling Neji's musky scent, before leaning in and pressing his lips to her inner thigh. He can feel her tremble under his touch, and he knows that she is eager for him to continue. He plants gentle kisses along her thigh, moving closer and closer to her center.
Finally, he reaches her labia, and he begins to explore her with his tongue. He teases her clit, flicking it gently before delving lower to taste her entrance. Neji moans softly, her hands reaching down to tangle in Malik's hair. Malik's tongue darts out, swirling around Neji's clit in slow, deliberate circles. He can feel her body trembling under his touch, her hips bucking slightly as she tries to get closer to his mouth. Malik takes his time, savoring the taste of her arousal as he explores every inch of her.
He teases her entrance with his tongue, sliding it inside her and then pulling it out again. Neji's moans grow louder and more insistent, her grip on his hair tightening.
Malik can feel Neji's orgasm building, her muscles tensing and her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He increases his pace, sucking and licking her clit with renewed vigor.
With a cry of pleasure, Neji comes undone, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Malik continues to lap at Neji's center, savoring the taste of her release as she comes down from her climax. He gently kisses her inner thighs before standing up, his legs slightly shaky from the intensity of the experience. Neji looks up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection.
"Thank you, my husband," she whispers, her voice soft and breathy. "That was incredible."
Malik feels a surge of pride and happiness at her words. He helps Neji to her feet and pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss. As they kiss, Malik can feel their bodies molding together, their hearts beating in sync.
After a few moments, Neji pulls away, a playful glint in her eye. "I think it's time we take this to the next level," she says, her voice low and seductive. "What will you have me do my Queen?" Malik says while having his hands move through her Hairy Bush. Neji pushes him to the floor, "I'm going to ride you until one of us breaks!" Neji straddles Malik, her thighs spread wide as she lowers herself onto his throbbing cock. He gasps as he feels her warmth surround him, her tight walls gripping you fiercely. Neji moans as she begins to move, grinding her hips against Malik in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Her massive breasts bounce with each movement, their abundant fullness spilling out from the top of her silk undergarment. Malik can't help but reach up and touch them, his fingers brushing against the soft, firm flesh. Neji's nipples are dark and erect, inviting him to take them in his mouth and suckle to his heart's content.
But Neji is in control, and she has other plans. She leans forward, her hair cascading down around his face as she captures his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. "Tell me how much you love me!" Neji says into his mouth. Malik's heart races as Neji's demand echoes in his mind. He feels a surge of emotion, and the words tumble out of his mouth before he can even think about them. "I love you, Neji. I love everything about you. Your strength, your beauty, your intelligence, your kindness... I can't imagine my life without you."
Neji's eyes light up at Malik's declaration, and she smiles, a soft, gentle smile that makes Malik's heart skip a beat. "I love you too, my husband," she whispers, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
As they continue to kiss, Neji increases her pace, grinding her hips against Malik with growing urgency. Her breasts bounce wildly, and Malik can't resist any longer. He reaches up and cups them, his thumbs brushing against the hard, erect nipples. Neji moans softly at Malik's touch, her hips bucking harder against him. Her wetness coats his cock, and he can feel her muscles tightening around him as she approaches her climax.
"Yes, my husband," she gasps, her voice filled with pleasure. "Just like that."
Malik continues to caress Neji's breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples as he thrusts up into her. He can feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing stronger with each thrust.
But he wants to make this moment last, to savor every sensation as he brings Neji to the brink of ecstasy. He slows down his pace, savoring the feeling of Neji's wetness around his cock, the sound of her moans filling the room. Neji's breath hitches as Malik slows down, her body trembling with anticipation. She looks down at him, her eyes filled with desire and longing. "Please," she whispers, her voice husky with need. "Don't stop."
Malik's heart races as he sees the look in Neji's eyes. He knows that she is close, and he wants to give her the release she craves. He quickens his pace, thrusting up into her harder and faster. Neji moans louder, her hips bucking wildly as she matches his rhythm.
With a cry of pleasure, Neji reaches her climax, her body shuddering as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Malik can feel her muscles tightening around him, milking him as she comes. He groans, his own orgasm building as he feels her warmth and wetness. With a final thrust, Malik reaches his peak, his cock twitching and throbbing as he releases his load deep inside Neji. She gasps at the sensation, her body trembling as she feels him fill her up.
Together, they collapse onto the tatami mat, their bodies slick with sweat and exhaustion. Neji lays her head on Malik's chest, her breath hot against his skin. He can feel her heart racing, matching his own.
For a few moments, they lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. But eventually, Neji raises her head and looks at him, her eyes shining with affection and devotion.
"I love you, my husband," she whispers, her voice soft and gentle.
"I love you too, my Queen," Malik replies, his own voice filled with emotion.
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{So how are you going to get to Tayuya and Kimimaro, your Time Management skill doesn't give you that much time, GrubGrub is fast but not that fast, and if you want to get this all done in one night, then they aren't really an option plus Shisui was before both of them.} Amora says to him trying to make a point.
("I know but . . .") Malik starts
{You are afraid of her, aren't you?}
("Look . . . Shisui is super hot, I love her . . . but the way she looks at me sometimes . . . plus I'm basically a super empath now and when it comes to Love and Lust, I'm just straight up able to sense them better. I get lots of love for her, LOTs of love, but it feels a little darker") Malik says his walk slowing down.
{I wouldn't worry about it.} Amora replies.
("Your just to horny and no help") Malik says to her.
{YUP} She says without shame.
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**Shisui Uchiha's Home(my house):**
Malik approaches home with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The house is shrouded in an aura of mystery and intensity, much like Shisui herself. Malik makes his way to her private room. As he steps inside, the dim lighting and the traditional yet austere decor add to the atmosphere of quiet tension.
The bedroom is at the end of a long hallway (Yes her room is so big that she has a long hallway, it's a magic house), and with each step Malik takes, his heart pounds a little harder. He knows Shisui is a formidable kunoichi, and her intense, sometimes unnerving demeanor makes this moment even more daunting. The room itself is dark, save for the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
As Malik enters the bedroom, he finds Shisui already awake and waiting for him. She sits on the edge of the bed, her piercing eyes fixed on him with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine. Her dark hair frames her face, and there's a slight smile playing on her lips, a smile that holds a mix of affection and something a bit more unsettling.
"Malik," she says, her voice smooth and low, carrying an edge that makes his breath catch. "I've been waiting for you."
Swallowing his fear, Malik steps forward. His heart races, but he steels himself for the moment. "Shisui," he begins, his voice trembling slightly. "Will you marry me?"
For a moment, there is silence. Shisui's eyes seem to pierce right through him, and he can feel the weight of her gaze. Then, she stands, her movements graceful yet deliberate. She closes the distance between them in a heartbeat, her smile widening as she looks up at him.
"Yes," she whispers, her tone both loving and possessive. "I will marry you, Malik."
Her acceptance is laced with a fervent devotion that is both exhilarating and a little terrifying. She wraps her arms around him, holding him close. Her grip is firm, almost possessive, and he can feel the intensity of her emotions in the way she clings to him.
"I promise," Shisui continues, her voice barely above a whisper, "I will be the only partner you ever need. I'll make sure of it." There's a chilling determination in her words, a vow that sends a shiver down Malik's spine.
In that moment, Malik is overwhelmed by the mixture of love and fear. Shisui's loving tendencies are evident in the way she holds him but . . ., her unwavering gaze, and her words. Yet, beneath the intensity, he can feel her genuine affection and commitment. The future with Shisui will be anything but ordinary, filled with passion and an unyielding bond that both excites and unsettles him.
As they stand together in the dimly lit bedroom, Malik knows he is stepping into a relationship unlike any other. Shisui's fierce love and protectiveness promise a life of intensity and devotion, and despite the fear, he finds himself drawn to her even more. Shisui's grip tightens around Malik as she pulls him even closer, her eyes never leaving his. The intensity in her gaze is almost overwhelming, but there's a warmth behind it that makes Malik's heart flutter. He can feel her quickened breath against his chest, a testament to her excitement.
"I'm glad you said yes," Malik manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He lifts his hand to gently brush a strand of hair from Shisui's face, the touch sending a jolt of electricity between them.
Shisui closes her eyes at the touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. When she opens them again, they're softer, the intensity replaced with a tender warmth. "I've wanted this for a long time, Malik," she admits, her fingers tracing patterns on his back. Shisui then throws Malik onto the bed face first, walking up behind him she slaps his ass. Then he feels her starting to tie his hands together behind his back, next she ties his feet. Finally, she takes out her tantō strapped to the right side of the back of her shoulder and starts to cut his clothes off. As Shisui ties Malik's hands and feet, the reality of the situation begins to sink in. He feels a mix of surprise and excitement as she cuts off his clothes with her tantō. The cold metal against his skin sends another shiver down his spine, but this time, it's tinged with anticipation. The thought of surrendering to Shisui's passion makes his heart race even faster.
Once she finishes, Shisui steps back to admire her handiwork. Her gaze is intense once more, but it's no longer unsettling. Instead, there's a hunger in her eyes, a desire that leaves no doubt about what she wants. She sheathes her tantō and reaches out to gently trace the lines of Malik's fat body with her fingertips.
"You're mine now, Malik," she murmurs, her voice filled with promise. "I just want to let you know, that my time in this village has awoken me into some crazy stuff, so in truth this turns me on more than you know." Malik says. Shisui's eyes light up at Malik's words, a hint of curiosity piquing in her gaze. "Oh, really?" she says, her tone intrigued. She continues to trace patterns on his body, her touch feather-light and tantalizing. "I'm eager to explore this new side of you, Malik."
As she speaks, Shisui leans down, her lips brushing against Malik's ear. "But first, I think it's only fair that I show you what you've gotten yourself into," she whispers, her voice husky and seductive.
With that, Shisui begins to undress, slowly revealing her own body. The sight of her takes Malik's breath away - she is a vision of strength and beauty, her muscles toned from years of rigorous training. Shisui's body is a testament to her strength and years of discipline as a kunoichi. Her broad shoulders and toned arms are sculpted from countless hours of training, and her flat stomach leads down to a trim waist. But what truly catches Malik's eye are her ample breasts, full and firm with a gravity that speaks to their natural size and weight. They are large, easily filling his hands and spilling over the top of her undergarments. The dark areolas and erect nipples stand out against her pale skin, beckoning his touch.
As Shisui continues to undress, she reveals her hairy mound, a wild and untamed thicket that matches the intensity of her personality. Her pubic hair is dark and curly, framing her sex like a mysterious and inviting secret garden. "I always love seeing you undress in front of me, my love," Malik says winking at her, "But go slower so I can get a better look." Shisui chuckles at Malik's request, her eyes glinting with amusement. She takes her time, savoring the moment as she slowly removes each piece of clothing, revealing more and more of her toned body. Her muscles ripple as she moves, a testament to the years of training that have honed her into a formidable kunoichi.
Once she's completely undressed, Shisui stands before Malik, her body on full display. She strikes a pose, her hands on her hips and her chest thrust out proudly. "Like what you see?" she asks, her voice dripping with confidence.
Malik can't help but stare, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. He feels a stirring in his loins, a desire that is both intense and primal. "You are breathtaking," he murmurs, his voice husky with longing. Shisui's ample breasts are a sight to behold. They are large and full, easily filling his hands and spilling over the top of her undergarments. Her areolas are a dark shade, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin, and her nipples are erect and sensitive to the touch. Each breast is firm and perky, a testament to her youth and vitality. The weight of them is impressive, and Malik can't wait to feel their heaviness in his hands.
Moving downwards, Malik's gaze is drawn to Shisui's hairy mound. It is a wild and untamed thicket that matches the intensity of her personality. Her pubic hair is dark and curly, framing her sex like a mysterious and inviting secret garden. The hair is thick and lustrous, and it covers her mound completely, hiding her most intimate parts from view. Shisui, with a wicked gleam in her eye, climbs onto the bed and positions herself over Malik's face. She spreads her legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her hairy mound. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and Malik feels his own desire spike at the sight of her readiness.
As Shisui lowers herself onto his mouth, she takes his black cock into her own mouth. Her lips wrap around his shaft, and she begins to suck him in earnest. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and tantalizing him.
Malik, for his part, is in heaven. He eagerly laps at Shisui's pussy, savoring the taste of her arousal. He explores her folds with his tongue, delving deeper into her secret garden. Shisui's moans of pleasure vibrate against Malik's cock as she takes him deeper into her mouth. He can feel her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue exploring every inch of him. Malik responds in kind, his tongue dancing over her clit, eliciting gasps of delight from her.
As the two of them become lost in the rhythm of their lovemaking, the room around them fades away. There is only the feeling of Shisui's body against his, the sound of her moans, and the taste of her arousal. Time seems to stand still as you pleasure each other, lost in a world of passion and desire.
Suddenly, Shisui pulls back, her eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity. "I want you inside me," she murmurs, her voice husky with longing. "I want to feel you deep inside me, Malik." "I'm yours, my love, do what you will." Malik says his face still in her hairy pussy. Shisui smiles, her eyes alight with excitement. She shifts her position, moving her hips so that her wet pussy is hovering just above Malik's throbbing cock. With a swift, fluid motion, she lowers herself down onto him, sheathing his cock in her warmth.
Malik gasps at the sensation of being inside her, feeling her wetness envelop him. Shisui's eyes close in pleasure as she begins to move, her hips rocking back and forth as she rides him. Her breasts bounce with each movement, drawing Malik's gaze. He would reach up to cup them, feeling their weight in his hands but his hands are tied. Shisui moans, her hips moving faster as she grinds against him.
Malik can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He can feel every inch of her, the walls of her pussy gripping him tightly. Shisui's movements become more urgent as she nears her climax. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and her nails dig into Malik's chest. He can feel her muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper into her. With a final, desperate moan, Shisui reaches her peak, her body shuddering in pleasure.
The feeling of her orgasm triggers Malik's own release. He groans, his hips bucking upwards as he spills himself inside her. The two of them stay like that for a moment, caught in the afterglow of their passion. Shisui's head is thrown back, her eyes closed in bliss. Malik is still inside her, his black cock twitching with the last vestiges of his release.
After a moment, Shisui collapses onto Malik, her body spent. She lies there, her chest heaving with exertion, as she catches her breath. Her hair is scattered around her face, sticking to her damp skin. Malik can feel her heart pounding against his own chest, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking. He savors the feeling of her warmth pressed against him, her body still trembling slightly with aftershocks of pleasure.
As they lie there, Shisui's fingers trace patterns on Malik's chest, her touch gentle and soothing. Her eyes are half-lidded, a content smile playing on her lips. "I love you, Malik," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malik feels a surge of emotion at her words, his heart swelling with love and devotion. "I love you too, Shisui," he replies, his voice husky with emotion. "More than anything?" She asks him.
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**Hotel Room of Team Dosu:**
Malik stands outside the hotel where Kin Tsuchi and Team Dosu are staying. The building is an imposing structure, with an air of mystery and danger. As he sneaks through the dimly lit corridors while invisible, the faint hum of activity from other guests filters through the walls, but his focus remains on one goal: finding Kin Tsuchi.
He navigates the hallways with cautious steps, mindful of any potential obstacles or curious eyes. Team Dosu's reputation precedes them, and he knows he must be careful. Eventually, he finds himself standing before Kin's room, the door marked with the number 214. His heart pounds as he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he is about to do.
With deft fingers, Malik picks the lock by simply touching the door, the quiet click of the mechanism barely audible in the silence. He pushes the door open just enough to slip inside, closing it gently behind him. The room is shrouded in darkness, save for a sliver of moonlight filtering through a gap in the heavy curtains.
His eyes adjust to the dim light, and he spots Kin Tsuchi lying on the bed, her form outlined by the soft glow. She is asleep, her breathing steady and calm. The sight of her, even in rest, stirs a mixture of emotions within him – affection, admiration, and a touch of fear. Malik knows this moment is crucial, and he cannot afford to falter.
He approaches the bed, each step deliberate and silent. As he draws nearer, he takes a moment to study her. Kin's dark hair is splayed across the pillow, and her expression is peaceful, a stark contrast to the fierce determination she often displays. Malik feels a pang of tenderness, knowing the strength and vulnerability that coexist within her.
He kneels beside the bed, his presence causing a subtle shift in the air. Kin stirs, her eyelids fluttering open. Her eyes, sharp and alert, fix on him instantly. For a heartbeat, there is tension, a moment of uncertainty. But as recognition dawns, her expression softens slightly.
"Malik," she murmurs her voice a hushed whisper in the quiet room. "What are you doing here?"
Malik takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Kin," he begins, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I have something important to ask you."
Kin sits up, her curiosity piqued. She watches him intently, her dark eyes searching his face for any sign of deceit or jest. Malik reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small, intricately crafted ring. The sight of it causes Kin's eyes to widen in surprise.
"I know this might seem sudden," Malik continues, his voice filled with sincerity. "But I've thought long and hard about this. Kin, will you marry me?"
For a moment, there is silence. Kin's gaze shifts from the ring to Malik's face, her expression unreadable. The room feels charged with anticipation, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Then, slowly, a smile begins to form on her lips.
"Malik," she says, her voice soft yet firm. "Are you sure about this? Do you know what you're getting into?"
Malik nods, his determination unwavering. "Yes, Kin. I know who you are, and I accept everything about you. I want to be with you, no matter what."
Kin's smile widens, and she reaches out to take the ring from his hand. Her touch is gentle, yet there is a strength in her grip that reassures him. She slips the ring onto her finger, the symbol of their commitment gleaming in the moonlight.
"Yes, Malik," she says, her voice filled with a mix of warmth and resolve. "I will marry you."
Relief and joy flood through Malik, and he feels a sense of elation unlike any other. Kin leans in, her lips brushing against his in a tender kiss, sealing their promise. As they hold each other in the quiet intimacy of the room, Malik knows that their journey together will be filled with challenges but In that moment, surrounded by the shadows and moonlight, Malik and Kin's bond is forged, their future intertwined with love, determination, and a shared resolve to overcome any obstacle that comes their way. Malik sniffs the air, then takes a look at Kin's hand, taking it and putting one of her fingers in his mouth, he gives her a look. Kin shrugged, "I was masturbating, I usually do it until I fall asleep." Malik's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly composes himself, releasing Kin's finger with a slight chuckle. "I see," he says, trying to keep his tone light-hearted. "Well, I'm glad I could, uh, interrupt in a timely manner."
Kin giggles softly, her cheeks flushed slightly. "I suppose you did," she admits, looking at him with a playful smirk. "But I must admit, I'm quite pleased with your interruption."
Malik smiles, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He leans in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. When they part, he looks into her eyes and says, "I'm glad I could make you happy, even in such an unexpected way. But I promise, our future together will be filled with more joy and love than you can imagine. So do you wanna show me how you masturbate?" Kin's eyes widen in surprise at his request, but she quickly recovers, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well, if you're curious, I suppose I can show you," she says, her voice husky with a mix of amusement and intrigue.
She shifts on the bed, making herself more comfortable as she begins to demonstrate. Malik watches intently, fascinated by the way she touches herself, the subtle movements, and the expressions that flit across her face. It's a rare glimpse into her most intimate moments, and he feels privileged to be allowed this insight.
As she continues, Malik finds himself drawn in by her passion, his own desire building in response. He reaches out, hesitantly at first, but with growing confidence as Kin responds positively to his touch. "Show me your cock!" She says pushing his hands away. Kin's voice pulls Malik out of his thoughts, her words sending a jolt of desire through him. "Show me your cock," she repeats, her gaze intense and challenging. She moves her hands away from her body, giving him space to join her.
Malik swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he follows her lead. He undoes his pants, freeing his erection from the confines of his clothes. The cool air of the room sends a shiver down his spine, and he feels a rush of vulnerability as he exposes himself to her.
Kin's eyes drop to his cock, and she studies him with an intensity that makes him squirm. But there is no judgment in her gaze, only curiosity and desire. "Good," she says, her voice low and husky. "Now, let's continue." Kin resumes her movements, her fingers dancing over her sensitive spots with practiced ease. She encourages Malik to follow her rhythm, to match her pace and intensity. He hesitates at first, unsure of himself, but as he watches her and feels her body respond to his touch, he grows more confident.
Their movements sync, and the room fills with a symphony of soft moans and gentle touches. Malik finds himself lost in the moment, captivated by Kin's beauty and the connection they share. The tension builds between them, their desire reaching a fever pitch as they explore each other's bodies with fervor.
Suddenly, Kin's body trembles, and she cries out in pleasure, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. The sight and sound of her release send Malik over the edge, and he follows suit, his own climax taking him by surprise he blows his hot ropes of cum all over her. Kin's body basks in the afterglow of her orgasm, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. She glances at Malik, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she watches him recover from his own release. Her gaze then drifts down to his hand, still wrapped around his cock, and she raises an eyebrow.
"I didn't tell you to stop," she says, her voice playful yet firm. "Don't let me interrupt your fun."
Malik blinks, momentarily startled by her words. But then, he smirks back at her, his desire still burning strong. He resumes his movements, his grip steady as he begins to stroke himself once more.
Kin watches him intently, her eyes filled with curiosity and admiration. She reaches up to caress her breasts, her fingers tracing slow circles around her sensitive nipples. As Malik continues to pleasure himself, Kin's hands explore her body, her fingers delving into the soft folds of her hairy pussy. She moans softly, her body still sensitive from her previous orgasm. The sight of her, so open and uninhibited, sends a jolt of desire through Malik, and he finds himself matching her rhythm, their bodies moving in unison.
Kin's fingers plunge deeper into her pussy, her moans growing louder as she approaches another climax. Malik watches her intently, his own pleasure building as he takes in her every gasp and shudder. Her breasts bounce with each movement, the large, firm globes tantalizingly close to his reach.
Suddenly, Kin's body tenses, and she cries out in pleasure, her orgasm sending a wave of ecstasy through her. Malik can't help but be captivated by the sight of Kin's climax, her body trembling and flushed with pleasure. He feels his own release approaching, his hand moving faster as he nears the edge.
With one final thrust, Malik reaches his peak, his warm seed spilling onto Kin's stomach and chest. She looks down at the mess with a satisfied smile, her fingers still lazily exploring her sensitive folds.
"I see you enjoyed that," she says, her voice filled with amusement.
Malik chuckles, feeling a warmth spread through his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath. "I must admit, I did," he replies, still gripping his now-softening cock.
Kin sits up, her hands leaving her body as she reaches out to him. "Come here," she says softly, patting the empty space beside her on the bed. Malik complies, crawling onto the bed next to Kin and settling in beside her. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close, and rests his head against hers. The room is still dimly lit by the moon, casting long shadows across the walls and the bed.
Kin's body is sticky with their combined releases, a physical reminder of their intimate moment together. Malik finds himself oddly comforted by this, knowing that they have shared something deeply personal and meaningful.
"I'm glad we did that," Kin murmurs, her voice soft and sleepy. "It was... intense."
Malik chuckles. "That's one way to put it," he says, smiling. "But yes, I agree. It was intense, but in the best possible way."
They lay there in silence for a few moments, their breathing slowing as they both begin to relax. Kin rolls over, "Ok, you can fuck me now!" Kin rolls over, her body shifting against the tangled sheets. She positions herself on all fours, her hairy pussy now fully exposed to Malik's gaze. She spreads her legs wide, her fingers gently parting the folds of her labia to reveal the glistening pink flesh beneath. A soft sigh of pleasure escapes her lips as she prepares herself for their union.
Malik can't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of her. The moisture glistening on her lips, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air – it all combines to create an intoxicating display. He feels his cock stirring once more, and he knows that he must have her again.
He moves closer, positioning himself behind her. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he guides his cock to her entrance. With a gentle push, Malik's tip breaches Kin's warmth, and he can't help but groan at the sensation. Her walls clutch around him, welcoming him back inside. He takes a moment to savor the feeling before beginning to move, his hips rocking gently against hers.
Kin's breathing hitches as he enters her, her body adjusting to his size. She braces herself against the bed, pushing back against him to meet each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, punctuated by their shared moans and sighs.
Their rhythm builds, quickening with each passing moment. Malik feels himself getting lost in the sensation, the pleasure coursing through his veins like a drug. He tightens his grip on Kin, pulling her closer as he drives deeper into her. Kin's breath hitches as Malik's pace increases, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. She can feel herself nearing the edge once more, and she clenches around him, urging him on.
Their moans grow louder, filling the room with a symphony of passion. The scent of their arousal mingles in the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that only heightens their desire.
Malik feels himself on the brink, and he can tell that Kin is close as well. He reaches around, finding her clit with his fingers. He applies gentle pressure, causing Kin to cry out in pleasure.
With a final thrust, Malik finds his release, his hot seed filling Kin as she too reaches her peak, her body shuddering with waves of ecstasy.
They collapse onto the bed, panting and spent. Malik and Kin don't stop! Kin's body is still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she can feel Malik's cock twitching inside her as he empties himself completely. He slumps forward, resting his weight on her back as they both struggle to catch their breath.
As their breathing slows, Malik carefully pulls out of Kin, causing her to gasp slightly at the sensation. He rolls onto his side, and she does the same, so they're facing each other in the dim light. Their bodies are sticky with sweat, and the scent of their lovemaking fills the room.
Kin reaches out, gently tracing her fingers over Malik's chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She smiles at him, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. "I love you," she murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she shoves his wet cock into her ass. "Kin you are a bit of a slut," Malik says humping into her tight asshole. "Your slut," she says holding up her hand with the ring on it. Kin's fingers linger on the ring, the symbol of their commitment gleaming in the dim light. Malik smiles, feeling his heart swell with love for her. "Yes, you are," he says, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. "My slut, my partner, my love."
Kin giggles softly, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Yours," she agrees, her voice filled with a mix of contentment and desire. She leans in to capture his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. The taste of her lips, the feel of her body against his, it's all a reminder of their deep connection, their shared passion, and the love that binds them together.
As they pull away from each other, their gazes locked, Malik can't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this woman who has captured his heart and soul. Malik feels his climax building deep within him, his cock twitching inside Kin's tight asshole. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as he reaches his peak. With a low groan, he releases, his hot seed filling her completely.
Kin can feel him pulsing inside her, and she moans softly, her body shuddering with each burst of his seed. The sensation is intense, a pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
As Malik fills her up, she feels herself reaching her own climax, her body trembling with pleasure. She clenches around him, urging him on as she too reaches the brink.
Together, they ride out their orgasms, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Finally, they collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied.