Chapter 93: Negotiations in the Shell
Malik sat in the dimly lit clay shell, his pink wings folded neatly behind him. The shell, crafted by The Chimara, was both a prison and a refuge, its walls pulsating with a faint, eerie glow. The Chimara and Orochimaru stood opposite him, their expressions unreadable, but their emotions swirling around them like a tempest.
The Chimara's eyes were fixed on Malik, her blank face betraying no hint of the thoughts running through her mind. Despite her stoic exterior, Malik's empathic abilities allowed him to sense the tumultuous mix of emotions within her—curiosity, suspicion, and a begrudging respect for the young man who had managed to capture her attention and, momentarily, her will.
Orochimaru, on the other hand, wore a playful smile, her eyes glinting with both amusement and a predatory gleam. Malik could feel the waves of calculation, possessiveness, and a twisted form of affection radiating from her. She was intrigued by him, undoubtedly, but her motives were far from pure.
Breaking the heavy silence, Malik began to speak, his voice calm but firm. "I understand that your mission was to capture me, and in the process, you've caused a lot of destruction. I want to make it clear that the members of your group who were captured will be returned to you."
The Chimara remained silent, her eyes never leaving Malik's. Orochimaru's smile widened, but she said nothing, letting Malik continue.
"We need to cut a deal," Malik said, leaning forward slightly. "I get that attacking a village to get one person is kind of the Akatsuki's whole thing, but this was insane. I can't go with you right now."
The Chimara laughed, the sound echoing hollowly within the shell. "You think you have a choice? You're trapped in my shell, Malik."
Malik met her gaze evenly, not responding to her taunt. Instead, he focused on the emotions he could feel. The Chimara's facade of confidence was marred by an underlying uncertainty and a strange sense of hope. Orochimaru's emotions were more complex—a mixture of amusement, desire, and a cold, calculating intent.
"I can sense what you're feeling," Malik said softly, looking directly at The Chimara. "You might be able to keep me here, but what good would that do you if the Akatsuki's plans fall apart because of it?"
The Chimara's eyes narrowed, but she remained silent, contemplating his words. Malik then turned to Orochimaru, his voice steady. "Orochimaru, you know as well as I do that capturing me won't be as beneficial as having me cooperate willingly."
Orochimaru's smile didn't waver, but Malik could sense a shift in her emotions—she was intrigued by his boldness. "And what exactly are you proposing, Malik?"
Malik took a deep breath. "I'm asking you to kidnap me later. Right now, I have too many responsibilities, too many things I need to take care of. Give me a year or two. Let me finish what I need to do, and then you can come for me."
The Chimara's expression remained impassive, but her emotions were in turmoil. Orochimaru tilted her head, considering his proposition. "And what assurance do we have that you won't just disappear?"
Malik smiled faintly. "Take some of my blood. I'll pay you a ludicrous amount of money, and leave some of The Chimara's clay with me so you can find me easily. Orochimaru, if you want, you can place a mark on me."
Orochimaru's eyes gleamed with interest. She moved closer to Malik, her movements serpentine and graceful. She extended her tongue, long and slimy, and licked his face. Malik didn't flinch, his eyes locked with hers.
"You know how to intrigue a woman," Orochimaru purred. She began to reminisce, her voice low and sultry. "Do you remember how we first met, Malik? You confessed your love for me, and I decided not to kill you on the spot. Good times."
Malik nodded, remembering the dangerous yet exhilarating encounter. "Yes, I remember. So, if you let me go now, what can you bring back to the Akatsuki?"
Orochimaru's smile widened. "Proof that you are willing to cooperate. Your blood, the money, the clay. And perhaps... a mark."
Malik held out his arm, and Orochimaru's eyes glittered with satisfaction. She leaned in, her fangs gleaming as she bit into his flesh, leaving a mark that would allow her to track him. Malik winced but didn't pull away.
The Chimara watched silently, her emotions a chaotic blend of resentment and admiration. She finally spoke, her voice low and grudging. "Fine. We'll agree to your terms. But remember, Malik, we'll be watching."
Orochimaru moved even closer, pressing her body against Malik's. "Prove your love for me, Malik. I want more from you."
Malik looked into her eyes, seeing the depth of her desire and the danger that came with it. He leaned in and kissed her, feeling the electric tension between them. As their lips parted, he whispered, "I promise, Orochimaru. I'll prove it."
The Chimara created a small cut on Malik's arm and collected his blood in a vial. She then produced a lump of clay from her body and handed it to him. "Keep this with you," she said. "It will allow us to find you."
Malik nodded, accepting the clay. He watched as The Chimara fused her hands into the bottom of the Shell, moments later he felt them land.
Orochimaru's eyes light up with a predatory gleam as she leans in, her hands reaching to cup Malik's face with a gentle yet firm grip. Her long, slender fingers trace the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his lips. "I'm not done with you yet, Malik," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Her lips crash onto his, her tongue demanding entry as she deepens the kiss. The serpentine movements of her body press against his, her hips grinding into his own. Her hands move from his face, tracing down his neck and shoulders, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Orochimaru's hold on him is intense, her desire palpable. Her kisses are insistent, her lips moving hungrily against his. Orochimaru's body presses fully against Malik's, her curves fitting perfectly against his form. Her serpentine movements become more pronounced as she grinds her hips against his, igniting a fire within him that he can't ignore. Her hands continue to explore his body, tracing the lines of his soft chest. She puts her hands under his shirt touching and feeling his hot, fat body! Orochimaru's hands move with purpose, sliding under Malik's shirt and feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers. Her fingers trace his body as she grips his firm chest. She gently pinches his nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from him. Her other hand moves down to his waist, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. She teases the skin there, her fingers barely brushing against his lower abdomen, making him shiver in response.
Her serpent-like body writhes against his, and she can feel his arousal growing as she continues to explore his body. Her kisses become more passionate, and her tongue duels with his as she deepens their connection. She moans softly against his lips, her body begging for more.
Her hand moves further down, gripping him firmly through his pants. Orochimaru's fingers curl around Malik's growing arousal, applying gentle pressure. She feels him throb in her hand, and a wicked smile spreads across her face. She breaks the kiss, her breath hot and heavy against his lips. "You want more, don't you, Malik?" she murmurs, her voice dripping with desire.
Her hand begins to move in slow, teasing strokes, eliciting soft moans from Malik. The sensation is overwhelming, and he can't help but lean into her touch. His wings rustle behind him, reflecting his inner turmoil.
The Chimara watches from the side, her emotions still a whirlwind of resentment and fascination. She remains silent, her eyes never leaving the entwined pair. Orochimaru continues to pleasure Malik, her movements becoming more confident and demanding. Orochimaru's hand moves with practiced ease, her fingers tracing intricate patterns over Malik's length, causing him to gasp and moan in pleasure. The serpentine woman's eyes glint with satisfaction as she feels his body respond to her touch. Her grip tightens, her strokes becoming quicker and more insistent. She can sense Malik's growing need, the tension building between them.
Orochimaru leans in, her lips finding his again in a passionate kiss. As they kiss, she continues to pleasure him, her hand moving in a rhythm that leaves them both breathless. Her other hand continues to explore his body, tracing lines of fire on his chest and abdomen.
The Chimara watches from the side, her eyes narrowed slightly. Despite her initial reluctance, she can't help but be drawn in by the intensity of the moment. Orochimaru's kiss deepens, her tongue exploring Malik's mouth as her hand continues its maddeningly delicious torment. He can feel his climax building, his wings fluttering helplessly behind him as he surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure. With a final thrust of her hips and a tightening of her grip, Orochimaru pushes him over the edge. Malik's body tenses, a hoarse cry tearing itself from his throat as he succumbs to one of the most intense release he's ever experienced.
The Chimara watches, her expression unreadable, as Orochimaru releases him from her grasp. Malik sags against her, panting heavily, his wings still rustling from the force of his orgasm. Orochimaru smiles, pleased with herself. "I knew you'd enjoy that, Malik." Orochimaru's tongue snakes out, tasting the evidence of Malik's release on her hand. She licks her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving his. Her smile widens as she notices his bewildered expression. She leans in, her tongue darting out to clean the remaining cum from his hard, black cock. Her movements are deliberate, her actions a clear statement of her desires.
As she finishes, she begins to undress, her movements fluid and graceful. She removes her top, revealing her bare chest. Her breasts are small and firm, her nipples hard with desire. She slips out of her pants next, her serpentine lower body slithering out of the fabric. Malik can't help but stare, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. He's never seen anything like her before. Orochimaru's lower body changed into that of a massive serpent, scales shimmering in various shades of pale gray and white. The sight is both mesmerizing and intimidating. She moves closer to Malik, her body brushing against his. "I want you, Malik," she says, her voice husky with desire. "Will you have me?"
Malik swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never been with someone like Orochimaru before, and the thought both excites and terrifies him. But he can't deny the attraction he feels towards her. "Yes," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.
Orochimaru's face lights up with a triumphant smile. She guides him down onto the soft, clay floor, her body covering his. She kisses him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Orochimaru's serpentine lower body continues to writhe against Malik, and as she deepens their kiss, he can feel something hard and smooth pressing against his thigh. Breaking the kiss, Orochimaru grins wickedly, a sly glint in her eyes as she reveals her true form to him. Her lower body splits open, revealing a long, muscular snake-like phallus. The shaft is a deep, iridescent silver, and it pulses with a life of its own. Orochimaru's eyes shine with desire as she guides the tip to Malik's entrance, the slick head glistening with precum.
Malik's heart races as he feels the tip of Orochimaru's futa snake dick pressing against him. He gasps as she slowly enters him, the sensation unlike anything he's ever experienced before. The futa snake dick is long and thick, filling him in a way that is both uncomfortable and exhilarating. Orochimaru's serpentine body continues to writhe against him, the muscles in her shaft contracting and relaxing as she thrusts deeper inside him. Her scales glide against his skin, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake. Orochimaru's movements are measured, her thrusts slow and deliberate, allowing Malik to adjust to the new sensation.
As she continues to move within him, Malik can feel every inch of her length, the ridges and veins on her shaft rubbing against his sensitive spots. He gasps as she hits a particularly sensitive area, the sensation causing his wings to flutter in pleasure. Orochimaru's thrusts become more insistent, her serpentine hips moving with a practiced ease that leaves Malik breathless. The Chimara watches from the side, her eyes filled with a mixture of fascination and unease. She's never seen Orochimaru like this before, so open and vulnerable. But there's also a hint of admiration in her gaze, a recognition of the power and confidence that Orochimaru exudes.
As Malik and Orochimaru continue their intimate encounter, the Chimara can't help but feel a pang of longing. She's never experienced such a connection with anyone before, and the thought of never having that is both sad and terrifying. But she quickly shakes off the feeling, reminding herself that she's here for a reason.
Orochimaru's thrusts become more urgent, her serpentine body moving with a ferocity that leaves Malik breathless. Orochimaru's fingers dig into Malik's hips as she pulls him closer, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. The room is filled with the sound of their labored breathing and the slick sensation of Orochimaru's futa snake dick sliding in and out of Malik. Her serpentine body coils around him, her scales glistening with sweat as she moves with a hypnotic grace.
Malik's wings are fully spread now, reflecting the dim light in the room as they quiver with every movement. He can feel Orochimaru's shaft twitching inside him, the serpentine muscle responding to her growing arousal. He gasps as she hits a particularly sensitive spot, his body trembling with pleasure.
The Chimara watches, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and unease. Orochimaru's thrusts become more erratic as she feels her climax approaching. With a final, powerful thrust, she buries herself deep inside Malik, her body shuddering with pleasure. Her serpentine muscles contract around him, milking him as she releases her load. A torrent of hot, viscous liquid fills him, the sensation both overwhelming and intense. Orochimaru's cum is unlike anything Malik has ever experienced before, thick and slick, filling him to the brim.
Malik can feel the cum trickling down his legs, leaving a sticky trail in its wake. Orochimaru's body goes limp, her serpentine form relaxing as she catches her breath. She smiles down at Malik, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "Did you enjoy that, my dear?" she murmurs, her voice soft and husky. "Yes, but I think its your turn now." Malik says pulling her out of him. Orochimaru withdraws her futa snake dick from Malik, a satisfied smile on her face. She watches as Malik catches his breath, his wings still rustling slightly. Malik's eyes lock onto Orochimaru's, and he can see the desire still burning within them. Without a word, Malik reaches out, his fingers tracing over Orochimaru's chest, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. He leans in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. As they kiss, Malik's hands explore Orochimaru's body, tracing over her curves and feeling the warmth of her skin.
Orochimaru responds eagerly to Malik's touch, her body arching into his as they deepen their kiss. Orochimaru's serpentine body writhes beneath Malik's touch, and she can't help the soft moan that escapes her lips as he explores her body. Her hands move to his pants, pulling them down roughly to reveal his hard, black cock. She looks up at him with a sultry gaze, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I want you inside me, Malik," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. She guides him towards her snake pussy, the entrance slick and ready for him.
Malik doesn't need any more encouragement. He positions himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her slick folds. He looks down at Orochimaru, her serpentine body coiled beneath him, her eyes shining with desire. With a slow, steady thrust, Malik enters Orochimaru, feeling her serpentine muscles wrap around him. Her body is warm and inviting, and he can't help but moan as he fills her completely. Orochimaru's eyes flutter shut, her body arching up to meet his. She feels incredible, her snake pussy fitting around him like a glove. Her serpentine body writhes beneath him, her scales gliding against his skin as she encourages him to move.
Malik begins to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate. Orochimaru's body moves in time with his, their rhythm in sync as they explore each other. Her serpentine hips move with a hypnotic grace, meeting his thrusts with her own. The sensation is overwhelming, and Malik can feel his climax building inside him. Orochimaru's serpent-like hips buck wildly beneath Malik as she feels her orgasm approaching. Her body tenses, her muscles contracting around him as she reaches her peak. With a final, powerful thrust, Malik follows her over the edge, his own climax ripping through him like a tidal wave. He buries himself deep inside Orochimaru, his body shuddering with pleasure as he empties himself into her. As Malik fills Orochimaru with his release, her serpent pussy clenches around him, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock. At the same time, her futa snake dick pulses and throbs, releasing another wave of hot, viscous cum. The sensation is intense, and Malik can feel the muscles in her shaft contracting and releasing as she empties herself.
Orochimaru's body goes limp beneath him, her serpentine form relaxing as she catches her breath. A satisfied smile spreads across her face, and she opens her eyes to look up at Malik. "I love you, Malik," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you, I need you, and I'm going to make sure were together." Malik slowly pulls out of Orochimaru, his softening cock glistening with their combined releases. He can't help but look over at the Chimara, who is still watching them intently. He notices that Orochimaru's snake pussy and futa-snake cock are both still pulsing and releasing streams of cum, adding to the sticky mess between them. The sight is both mesmerizing and slightly disturbing, but he can't deny the raw power and sexuality that Orochimaru exudes.
"I love you too, Orochimaru," Malik finally says, breaking the silence. He reaches out to touch her face, tracing her cheekbone with his thumb. "But we need to talk about this. About us." Orochimaru nods, a serious expression on her face.
"I know," she says.