Malik, ever the thoughtful Incubus, decided to use his dream powers to connect with those closest to him in the most intimate and memorable way. Tonight, his target was none other than Sakura Haruno, his fiancée. The idea of visiting her in a dream and creating a perfect, surreal experience appealed to him deeply.
As Malik drifted into the dream realm, he reached out for Sakura's mind, gently guiding her into a shared dreamscape. The world around them began to take shape—a serene, idyllic landscape under a canopy of blooming cherry blossoms. The sky was painted with soft pink hues, and the air was filled with the delicate scent of sakura petals.
Sakura appeared in the dream wearing a cute and playful outfit that perfectly suited the setting. She had on a soft pink sundress that matched the blossoms around her, with a cinched waist that flared out into a flowy skirt. The dress had a halter neckline, leaving her shoulders bare, and the fabric was light and breezy, swaying gently with each movement. The hem of the dress ended just above her knees, but the skirt was cut slightly higher at the sides, giving a peek of her toned legs. The dress accentuated her athletic figure, hugging her curves in all the right places, while the flowy material allowed for easy movement.
But it was the way the dress highlighted her lower half that drew Malik's attention. The skirt flowed out just enough to emphasize the shape of her hips and the fullness of her butt, a feature Malik had always admired. She wore a pair of white sandals with delicate straps that wrapped around her ankles, completing the look with a touch of elegance. Her pink hair was styled in loose waves, framing her face beautifully.
The wind picks up, rustling the delicate petals of the cherry blossoms above them. As it blows through the tree branches, it gently lifts the skirt of Sakura's dress, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her panties beneath. Malik can't help but notice the outline of her plump, round buttocks, and he feels a stirring in his loins.
Sakura, noticing his gaze, gives him a sly smile and a playful twirl, allowing the wind to lift her skirt even higher. She strikes a seductive pose, her hands on her hips as she shows off her curves. He catches a fleeting glimpse of her hairy pussy, still covered by her lacy panties, but the sight is enough to drive him wild.
He feels a surge of desire as he take in the sight of Sakura's luscious body.
Sakura, fully aware of the effect she's having on Malik, decides to take things to the next level. She shakes her round, voluptuous derriere ever so slightly, adding an extra layer of tease to her seductive dance. The movement is subtle, but it's enough to make the fabric of her dress cling to her curves even more, accentuating her ample assets.
After a few moments, she gracefully lowers herself onto a soft patch of grass beneath the cherry blossom trees. She sits with her legs slightly spread, giving Malik an enticing view of her lower half. Her panties are still on, but they do little to conceal the shape of her hairy pussy, which is clearly visible through the thin fabric.
"No need to sit on the grass," Malik says as he snaps his fingers making a blanket form below them both.
They found themselves seated on a soft blanket spread across a lush, green field. A gentle breeze rustled the petals, causing them to flutter down like snow, creating a beautiful, ephemeral scene. Malik had prepared a spread of sweet treats—daifuku, taiyaki, and a pot of green tea—perfect for their picnic.
Sakura's bright green eyes sparkled as she took in the scene. "This is beautiful, Malik," she said, her voice filled with awe.
Malik smiled, his pink and gold eyes reflecting the soft light around them. "Only the best for you, Sakura. I thought we could enjoy this moment together, away from everything else."
They settled into the picnic, sharing stories and laughter as they enjoyed the treats Malik had prepared. The atmosphere was light and filled with a sense of peace that only dreams could provide. The weight of their responsibilities, their training, and the constant threat of danger were all distant concerns here.
As they talked, the conversation naturally turned to their relationship. Malik took Sakura's hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "Sakura, I want you to know how much you mean to me. You're not just my fiancée—you're my partner, my equal. I've seen your strength, your determination, and your compassion. You inspire me every day."
Sakura blushed, her cheeks tinged with the same pink as the blossoms around them. "Malik, you've always supported me, believed in me even when I doubted myself. I'm grateful to have you by my side."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying the presence of each other and the beauty of the dreamscape. Then, Malik had another idea—one that combined both their passions.
"Let's do something special," Malik suggested. "How about a medical ninjutsu workshop? We can practice together, push each other to new heights."
Sakura's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds perfect! I've been working on a few new techniques, and I'd love to share them with you."
With a wave of his hand, the picnic setting transformed into a tranquil training area. The cherry blossoms remained, now framing a space equipped with everything they needed to practice. Malik and Sakura stood across from each other, their chakra energies already in sync.
Sakura's outfit shifted subtly in the dream, transforming into a more practical yet still cute attire for training. She now wore a fitted black tank top that hugged her torso, showcasing her toned arms and hinting at her strength. Paired with it was a pair of snug, form-fitting shorts that accentuated her lower half, drawing attention to her shapely butt. The shorts were designed for mobility, allowing her to move freely, and they added a touch of casual sexiness to her look. She completed the outfit with fingerless gloves and ankle-high ninja sandals, maintaining the balance between practicality and style.
They began with basic healing exercises, focusing on chakra control and precision. Malik observed Sakura's technique, offering suggestions and guidance. In return, Sakura shared her knowledge, teaching Malik some of the more intricate aspects of medical ninjutsu she had learned from Tsunade.
As they delved deeper into the training, the exercises became more intense and demanding. Malik suggested they practice on each other, which led to a more hands-on and intimate session. They healed each other's simulated injuries, their chakra flows intertwining in a way that felt both educational and deeply personal.
The dream took on a new layer of intimacy as they explored the boundaries of their abilities and connection. The closeness, both physical and spiritual, created an atmosphere of mutual respect and desire. It was a unique blend of learning and loving, where every touch and every word carried the weight of their deep bond.
Malik, unable to resist the allure of Sakura's exquisite form, carefully reaches out to examine her small, perky breasts through her clothing. His fingers gently trace the outline of her firm, round mounds, feeling the delicate fabric of her sports bra beneath his touch. As he explores her body, he can't help but feel a deep admiration and longing for her.
Sakura, fully aware of Malik's intentions, remains still, allowing him to fully appreciate her figure. Her nipples stiffen under his touch, betraying her arousal. She looks into Malik's eyes, her own bright green orbs filled with a mixture of desire and trust.
Taking a deep breath, Malik leans in and presses his lips to Sakura's, initiating a passionate kiss. Malik also starts to pull on her hard long nipples, carefully rolling them between his fingers through the fabric of her sports bra. Sakura responds with an eager moan, her body pressing closer to his. The intimacy of the moment deepens as their connection grows stronger, the dreamscape around them reflecting their shared desire.
The cherry blossoms overhead seem to shimmer with a soft, ethereal light, casting a gentle glow over their entwined forms. The wind picks up, causing the petals to swirl around them like a pink snowstorm, adding to the surreal atmosphere.
Malik deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of Sakura's mouth. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer still, their bodies molding together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle. The heat between them grows intense, their shared arousal palpable even in the dream world. Malik pushes his knee between her leg, "I bet I can make you cum, without you getting naked, my love," Malik's knee gently nudges Sakura's thighs apart, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her shorts. His fingers graze the warm, soft skin of her inner thigh, inching closer to the heat between her legs. Sakura gasps into the kiss, her body trembling with anticipation. Malik's touch is teasing, tantalizing, as he explores the damp fabric of her panties. He can feel the wetness seeping through the material, a testament to her arousal.
With a mischievous grin, Malik begins to rub slow circles over the damp fabric, applying just enough pressure to elicit soft moans from Sakura. Her hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. But Malik keeps the pace steady, savoring the moment, the connection between them. Malik's fingers dance over the fabric, feeling the heat of Sakura's desire intensifying. He can tell she's close, her breath hitching, her body tensing. He increases the pressure and speed of his circles, his own arousal growing as he watches Sakura's reactions.
Sakura's moans become more frequent, more urgent. She breaks the kiss, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. Malik continues his ministrations, his fingers working their magic through the fabric. He feels Sakura's muscles tighten, her body shuddering as she reaches her peak.
A soft, keening sound escapes Sakura's lips as she comes, her body pulsing with waves of pleasure. Malik slows his movements, letting her ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
As the session drew to a close, they found themselves standing close together, their breaths mingling in the dream's gentle breeze. Malik leaned in, his voice soft and full of emotion. "Sakura, this connection we have—it's something I cherish more than anything."
Sakura smiled, her eyes shining with affection. "Me too, Malik. Together, there's nothing we can't overcome."
They sealed their words with a kiss, the world around them blooming with even more vibrant colors, reflecting the depth of their feelings for each other. It was a perfect moment, a dream that Malik knew they would both carry with them even after they awoke.
As the dream slowly began to fade, Malik held onto Sakura's hand, whispering, "I love you, Sakura. Always."
Sakura's response was simple, but it resonated deeply. "I love you too, Malik."
And with that, the dream faded into the early morning light, leaving both Malik and Sakura with the lingering warmth of their shared experience,
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Malik, feeling a deep connection to those he loved, decided to use his dream powers to visit Neji Hyūga. The thought of spending a quiet, intimate moment with her filled him with anticipation. Neji, with her calm and composed demeanor, had always been someone Malik could share his deepest thoughts with. Tonight, he wanted to create a dream that would reflect the beauty and depth of their relationship.
As he entered the dream realm, Malik reached out for Neji's consciousness, guiding her into a shared dream. The scene that unfolded around them was one of serene tranquility—the Hyūga clan gardens under a night sky filled with stars. The garden was peaceful, with the soft sound of water flowing from a nearby stream and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.
Neji appeared beside Malik, dressed in an outfit that was both elegant and subtly alluring. She wore a long, flowing kimono made of the finest silk. The fabric was a deep midnight blue, adorned with delicate silver embroidery that resembled twinkling stars, matching the night sky above them. The kimono was designed to highlight Neji's graceful figure while also drawing attention to her very large bosom, a feature that Malik couldn't help but admire. The neckline was modest yet slightly daring, dipping just enough to reveal the soft curve of her chest without being overly revealing. The kimono's obi was tied neatly around her waist, accentuating her slender frame.
Her long, dark brown hair was left loose, cascading down her back in gentle waves. A few strands framed her pale lavender eyes, which shone with a gentle light, reflecting the stars above. Neji's overall appearance was a blend of grace, elegance, and a hint of sensuality that perfectly suited the dream's tranquil setting.
They stood together in the garden, the night sky stretching out above them like a vast, infinite canvas. Malik took Neji's hand, leading her to a soft blanket spread out on the grass. They sat down, and Neji leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder as they gazed up at the stars.
"This place is beautiful," Neji whispered, her voice soft and filled with awe. "It feels so real, yet so peaceful."
Malik smiled, his eyes tracing the constellations above them. "I wanted to create a place where we could just be ourselves, without any of the pressures or expectations from the outside world."
Neji nodded, her fingers gently tracing patterns on Malik's hand. "You've always known how to make me feel at ease, Malik. Being with you…it's like I can finally breathe freely."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. The garden around them seemed to come alive with the subtle glow of fireflies, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. The stars twinkled above, casting a soft, ethereal light over the entire scene.
After a while, Neji began pointing out constellations, her voice calm and measured. She shared the stories behind each one, tales of destiny, love, and freedom that had been passed down through generations in her clan. Malik listened intently, his gaze shifting between the stars and Neji's serene face.
"You know," Neji said after a pause, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone, "I used to think that destiny was something we couldn't escape. That our paths were set in stone from the moment we were born."
Malik turned to her, his expression softening. "And now?"
Neji smiled, a small but genuine smile that reached her eyes. "Now, I believe that we have the power to shape our own destinies. Meeting you, being with you—it's shown me that we're not bound by the expectations of others. We can create our own path, together."
"I do remember telling you that but you are just a little hard headed," He said as she flicked him, "I mean it with love, and I personally and honestly have to thank Naruto too, he may be brash but he has a lot of heart, but all that matters now is that you said it yourself, now come closer."
Malik felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. He gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek. "You've always had the strength to break free from those expectations, Neji. I'm just glad that I can be here to support you, to walk this path with you."
Neji leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment. "You're more than just my support, Malik. You're my partner, my equal. With you, I feel like I can truly be myself. I just wish I had you to myself."
Guilt and pain flooded into his soul even as They shared a tender kiss under the stars, the world around them fading away as they focused solely on each other. The connection between them was palpable, a bond forged through mutual respect, love, and understanding.
As they pulled away, Neji rested her head on Malik's shoulder once more, her fingers entwined with his. "I love you, Malik," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too, Neji," Malik replied, his voice equally soft. "And I promise that no matter what happens, we'll always have this—our own little world where we can be ourselves."
They stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying the peace and quiet of the dream. The stars continued to twinkle above, casting a gentle light over the couple as they basked in the warmth of their love.
Neji's fingers, which had been tracing patterns on Malik's hand, began to gently explore the contours of his palm. Her touch was soft and soothing, and it caused a shiver to run down Malik's spine. He could feel the tension in his body begin to melt away as Neji's fingers moved higher, tracing a path up his arm.
As Neji's hand came to rest on Malik's chest, he could feel his heart begin to race. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire. Neji returned his gaze, her expression equally filled with longing.
Without a word, Neji leaned in, pressing her lips against Malik's. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly grew in intensity. Malik could feel himself getting lost in the moment, his mind filled with nothing but the sensation of Neji's lips on his. Neji's hand began to move lower, sliding down Malik's chest and stomach until it reached the waistband of his pants. She didn't hesitate for even a moment before gently sliding her hand underneath, her fingers brushing against the skin of his lower abdomen. Malik sucked in a breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he anticipated Neji's next move.
Slowly, Neji began to stroke Malik's growing arousal, her touch soft and teasing. Malik moaned softly, his hips bucking up slightly as he felt Neji's skilled fingers work their magic, Neji's grip tightens just enough to elicit another low moan from Malik. The sound of their heavy breathing mingles with the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft flow of water in the background. The atmosphere is thick with tension and longing, the connection between them palpable as they explore each other in this dreamlike sanctuary.
Malik's hands move to Neji's waist, his fingers tracing the intricate embroidery on her kimono as he deepens their kiss. The passion between them grows, fueled by the intimacy of the moment and the safety they feel in this shared dream world.
As Neji continues to stroke Malik, her movements become more confident and deliberate. She can feel him responding to her touch, and it brings a sense of satisfaction and empowerment. Malik, for his part, can hardly believe the depth of the pleasure coursing through him. Neji's fingers dance along Malik's length, her touch growing more confident as she watches the reactions playing across his face. Her own breath comes in soft gasps as she feels him grow harder under her touch, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment.
Malik's fingers tighten on Neji's waist, pulling her closer as he deepens their kiss. He can feel the heat building between them, the intensity of their connection threatening to consume him. The world around them fades away until there is only this moment, this shared dream world where they can explore their love for one another without reservation.
Neji's other hand moves to Malik's chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her fingertips. She breaks their kiss for a moment, her forehead resting against his as she continues to stroke him. "I love you, Malik." Her whispered words send a jolt of pleasure through him, and Malik can't help but moan her name in response. "I love you too, Neji." His voice is hoarse with desire, and he can feel himself nearing the edge.
Neji seems to sense this, and she increases her pace slightly, her fingers moving in a smooth, practiced motion. Malik's hips buck up to meet her touch, his breathing growing ragged as the pressure builds inside him. The garden around them seems to fade away until there is only the sound of their heavy breathing and the feeling of Neji's hand on him.
With a low cry, Malik reaches his peak, his entire body shuddering with the force of his release. Neji continues to stroke him gently, her touch soothing as the waves of pleasure slowly subside. Malik's hot cum coats her entire hand, Neji carefully withdraws her hand from Malik's pants, her fingers glistening with the evidence of his pleasure. She looks at him with a soft, satisfied smile, her eyes shining with love and contentment.
Malik, still trying to catch his breath, gazes back at Neji with an expression that mirrors her own. He reaches up to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch tender and full of affection.
Without a word, Neji licks the cum on her hand, while she does she sits up and opens her legs, her thick hairy bush exposed in the soft glow of the starry night. She looks at Malik with a seductive gaze, her eyes filled with a newfound hunger. "I want you, Malik. I want to feel you inside me."
Malik feels a surge of desire as he takes in Neji's open invitation. He quickly removes his own clothing, his eyes never leaving Neji's. As he positions himself between her legs, he can't help but admire the curves of her body, the way her breasts rise and fall with each breath.
Neji's legs wrap around Malik's waist, pulling him closer. He enters her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. As they begin to move together, the dream world around them seems to pulse with energy, reflecting the passion between them.
Their bodies move in sync, their rhythm growing more urgent as the pleasure builds. Malik can feel every inch of Neji's body, her warmth encircling him as they become lost in the moment. The sound of their heavy breathing mingles with the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft flow of water in the background. The atmosphere is thick with tension and longing, the connection between them palpable as they explore each other in this dreamlike sanctuary.
Neji's hands roam over Malik's back, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin as they move together. Her nails dig into his flesh, leaving slight marks that fade as quickly as they appear, a testament to their heightened emotions. Malik, in turn, cups Neji's breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her kimono.
Their bodies move in a dance as old as time itself, a dance of passion and love, of desire and connection. As they continue to explore each other, the intensity between them builds. Neji's breathing quickens, her nails digging deeper into Malik's back as she pulls him closer. Malik can feel her beginning to tense around him, and he knows she's close. He increases his pace, driving deeper with each thrust.
Their climaxes come at the same time, a rush of pleasure that seems to light up every nerve in their bodies, Malik pumps her full of his hot seed, filling her to the brim and spilling out, leaving a visible mark of their lovemaking on her kimono. Neji's body shudders beneath him, her release washing over her as she cries out his name. They stay like that for a moment, their bodies still intimately connected, their breaths mingling as they come down from their high.
As they slowly begin to move again, the world around them shifts, the garden fading away to be replaced by a soft, white expanse. It's as if they're floating in a sea of clouds, the only light coming from the stars above. The dream world has become a reflection of their shared love, a place where they can be truly alone together.
Malik looks down at Neji, her face flushed with pleasure and love.
When the dream finally began to fade, Malik held onto Neji a little tighter, savoring the last moments of their shared experience. As the dream dissolved into the early morning light.