As Malik entered the dream realm, he found himself transported to the bustling streets of Konoha, the sun setting and casting a warm, orange glow over the village. The familiar sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, blending harmoniously with the delicious aroma wafting from Ichiraku Ramen. This was the perfect setting for a dream date with Rock Lee.
Malik spotted her immediately, standing near the entrance of the ramen stand. Rock Lee, always full of energy, had a bright smile on her face. She was dressed in a cute and casual outfit, different from her usual ninja attire—a fitted white t-shirt with a green floral design, paired with high-waisted denim shorts that showcased her lean, muscular legs. A green headband adorned her bowl-cut hairstyle, completing her look.
"Malik!" she called out, waving eagerly. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she motioned for him to join her.
"Lee, you look amazing," Malik said, his voice warm with affection as he approached.
"Thank you!" she replied, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush. "I thought I'd try something different for our date. You know, still keeping the green for the spirit of youth!"
As they took their seats at the ramen bar, Teuchi, the ramen chef, greeted them with a friendly nod. "What can I get for you two today?" he asked.
"We'll have two of your best bowls, Teuchi-san!" Lee responded enthusiastically. "And make them big! We're having a contest!"
Malik laughed, shaking his head. "You're on, Lee. But don't be surprised if I win this time."
As they waited for their ramen, Malik took the opportunity to bring up a topic that had been on his mind. "Lee," he began, his tone soft but sincere, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you."
Rock Lee turned her full attention to him, her expression curious. "What is it, Malik?"
Malik hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I know you take great care in your appearance, but I wanted to ask how you'd feel about not waxing your pubic hair anymore. I prefer a more natural look, but I want to know how you feel about it."
Lee blinked in surprise, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. She considered his request thoughtfully, her eyes reflecting her sincerity. "Malik, I've always believed that our bodies are a reflection of our hard work and dedication," she began, her voice calm and thoughtful. "I've kept myself smooth because it felt like a part of my discipline, like maintaining my training routine."
She paused, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze with a gentle smile. "But if it's something that you like, something that makes you happy, I'd be willing to try it. What matters most to me is that we're both comfortable and happy together."
Malik smiled, feeling a warm sense of appreciation for Lee's openness. "Thank you, Lee. I just want us to be true to ourselves and each other."
Their conversation was interrupted as Teuchi placed two steaming bowls of ramen in front of them. The rich, savory aroma filled the air, making their mouths water.
"Alright, let's see who can finish first!" Lee exclaimed, her competitive spirit shining through.
They both dug into their ramen, laughing and chatting between bites. The eating contest was less about winning and more about enjoying each other's company, sharing laughter and stories as the night grew darker and the dream continued.
As they finished their meal, Lee leaned back with a contented sigh, a smile playing on her lips. "This was a lot of fun, Malik. I'm glad we could share this together."
"Me too, Lee," Malik replied, reaching out to gently hold her hand. "I'm grateful for every moment we have."
"You know this is a dream, we could walk around naked and do whatever we want, people would only get upset if you wanted them too," Malik said to his Fiancée, Rock Lee chuckles at Malik's suggestion, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, that's true," she admits, " so lets do something crazy," he said his clothes disapearing and walking outside As Malik's clothes vanish, he feels a sudden rush of exhilaration. He looks at Rock Lee, who is also now without any clothing, her lean muscles glistening in the orange glow of the setting sun. A soft breeze rustles through the dreamscape, gently caressing their skin.
The bustling streets of Konoha are still alive around them, but the villagers seem to pay no mind to their nudity, continuing with their conversations and daily routines. The atmosphere is carefree, and a sense of liberation washes over both Malik and Rock Lee.
They start to walk hand in hand, strolling down the familiar streets of the village. The warm pavement under their feet and the gentle evening air create a comforting ambiance. They exchange shy glances and playful grins, enjoying their shared moment of freedom. Malik notices how wet Rock Lee is, he can see the glistening evidence of her arousal between her legs. He feels a surge of desire and pulls her closer, their bodies pressing together as they continue to walk. Lee's breath hitches as she feels his arousal against her, her own desire growing stronger.
As they explore the dreamscape, they come across a quiet, secluded spot near a small pond. The gentle sound of water lapping against the shore and the soft rustling of leaves create a soothing background noise. The setting sun casts a golden light over the area, giving it a romantic glow.
Without a word, they sink to the ground, their bodies entwined as they lose themselves in the heat of their passion. Malik spreads her legs wanting to see how hot their naked walk through down has made her! As Malik spreads Rock Lee's legs, he is met with the sight of her glistening folds, evidence of her arousal. The scent of her desire fills the air, and he can't help but feel a rush of excitement. He leans in, pressing his lips to her inner thigh, teasing her with gentle kisses as he makes his way up.
Rock Lee gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She reaches down, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer. Malik responds by gently parting her folds with his fingers, exploring her wetness with tender strokes.
He teases her clit with his tongue, causing her to moan loudly. She bucks her hips, desperate for more. He obliges, lavishing her with attention, his fingers working in tandem with his tongue. Rock Lee's breathing grows ragged as Malik continues his ministrations. She writhes beneath him, her body tensing with pleasure. The sounds of their heavy breathing and moans fill the air, adding an erotic edge to the serene surroundings.
Malik can feel Rock Lee's climax building, her muscles tensing and her breathing becoming shallower. He increases his pace, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. With a loud cry, Rock Lee reaches her peak, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure subside, Rock Lee opens her eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She pulls Malik up, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulls him in for a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwine, tasting each other as they share a passionate moment. "How about we keep walking around, and I eat out your pussy in the most crowded places in the village?" Rock Lee's eyes widen in surprise at Malik's suggestion, but a playful grin soon spreads across her face. "Well, this is a dream after all," she says, her voice filled with excitement.
As they continue their walk through the dreamscape of Konoha, they find themselves in the middle of the bustling marketplace. People chatter and barter all around them, creating a lively atmosphere. Malik takes Rock Lee's hand, leading her through the crowd with a confident stride.
He spots an empty bench near a busy intersection and pulls her towards it. They sit down, their bodies pressed close together as they survey the crowd. Malik's heart races with anticipation, and Rock Lee's breathing grows shallow as she realizes his intentions.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Malik begins to slide his hand up Rock Lee's thigh. Her skin is soft and warm beneath his touch, and he can feel her muscles tensing as his fingers draw closer to her center. The hustle and bustle of the market continue around them, but it feels like they're in their own world, oblivious to the people passing by.
As his fingers reach her moist folds, Rock Lee's breath hitches. Malik glances around, ensuring they're not being watched too closely, before slowly parting her lips. Her wetness glistens in the sunlight, and the musky scent of her arousal fills his nostrils. He looks into her eyes, seeking permission, and she nods subtly, her gaze filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
Malik begins to gently stroke her clit, his touch feather-light. Rock Lee's breath hitches, and her eyelids flutter closed. A soft moan escapes her lips as she surrenders to the sensation. Her body responds instinctively, swaying gently with Malik's rhythmic touch. The market's noise fades into the background, replaced by their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin against skin.
Malik's heart races, fueled by the thrill of public intimacy and the knowledge that they could be caught any moment. Yet, he continues to tease Rock Lee, his fingers deftly exploring her folds and swirling around her clit. Her arousal coats his fingers, making each stroke slicker and more intense.
Passersby steal curious glances, but none seem to notice the illicit act unfolding before their eyes. The excitement of potentially being caught adds to the intensity of the moment, and Rock Lee's breathing becomes more erratic. She bites her lower lip, trying to suppress her moans, but her body betrays her as she writhes against Malik's hand.
Malik, feeling bold, increases the pressure and speed of his fingers, drawing a gasp from Rock Lee. He glances around once more, ensuring they remain unnoticed, before daring to slip a finger inside her. Her warmth envelops him, and her inner muscles clench around his finger as he begins to explore her depths.
The marketplace continues its lively chatter, the smell of fresh produce and spices mingling with their arousal. Rock Lee's body trembles, her climax building as Malik's finger works its magic. He can feel her walls fluttering, signaling her impending release. Just as the waves of pleasure start to crest, Rock Lee clamps a hand over her mouth, stifling a moan as she comes undone. Her body shudders, and her inner muscles clench around Malik's finger, milking it for all it's worth. Malik continues to gently stroke her, drawing out the orgasm until Rock Lee's body goes limp against him, spent and satisfied.
As their heart rates return to normal, they share a knowing glance, the thrill of their public tryst still lingering in the air. They get up from the bench, hand in hand, and continue to explore the dreamscape of Konoha, . . .
The dream date ended with the two of them walking through the quiet, moonlit streets of Konoha, their hands intertwined, and their hearts filled with warmth and affection.
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In the dreamscape, Malik found himself standing in the midst of a serene, moonlit forest. The air was crisp and cool, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves above. The scene was quiet, almost ethereal, with a soft, glowing mist that added to the otherworldly atmosphere.
Suddenly, from the shadows, Kimimaro appeared. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit: a form-fitting white dress that hugged her slender frame, adorned with delicate silver embroidery that reflected the moonlight. The dress had a high collar and flowed down to her ankles, with slits on the sides that allowed her to move freely. Her white hair was tied back in a loose, elegant braid, and her striking green eyes gleamed with a calm determination.
"Kimimaro," Malik whispered, his voice filled with admiration as he watched her approach.
She gave him a small, serene smile, her usual calm demeanor softened by the dream's peaceful setting. "Malik," she greeted, her voice gentle and melodic.
Without a word, Kimimaro began to move. Her dance was a breathtaking display of grace and power, her body flowing seamlessly through a series of fluid, almost otherworldly movements. As she danced, her kekkei genkai, the Shikotsumyaku, came into play. Bones extended and retracted from her body, forming intricate patterns and shapes that added a dangerous beauty to her performance.
The elegance of her movements contrasted with the sharpness of her bones, creating a mesmerizing sight. With each step, the fabric of her dress tore away, revealing more of her pale, sculpted form beneath. Despite the inherent danger of her jutsu, there was a purity and beauty in the way she moved, as if she was a celestial being performing a divine dance.
Malik watched in awe, his heart swelling with a mix of admiration and affection. The moonlight bathed Kimimaro in a soft glow, highlighting the ethereal beauty of her performance. As the dance continued, the last remnants of her dress were torn away, leaving her standing before him, completely bare but completely unashamed. Her nudity in the dream was not one of vulnerability but of raw, unfiltered strength and grace.
Kimimaro's dance continues, her body moving with a fluid grace that is almost hypnotic. Her small, perky breasts sway and jiggle with each movement, the nipples hardening slightly in the cool air. The delicate silver embroidery on her dress glints in the moonlight, adding a touch of elegance to the raw display of power. Despite her bareness, she moves with a confidence and poise that commands attention and respect.
Her Shikotsumyaku technique is on full display, bones extending and retracting from her body in intricate patterns that add a dangerous beauty to her dance. Each movement is precise and deliberate, a testament to her skill and control. The way she moves, it's as if she is one with the earth itself, her bare feet barely seeming to touch the ground as she glides across the dreamscape. The dance reaches its climax, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. Kimimaro is frozen in a graceful pose, her arms extended above her head, her body forming a perfect line. Her breasts are pressed together, the nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air. The curve of her hips and the defined lines of her abdomen are on full display, a testament to her strength and discipline.
As the moment passes, Kimimaro begins to move again, her body flowing through the final movements of the dance with a practiced ease. The bones that extended from her body retract, leaving no trace of their presence. The dance ends with Kimimaro standing before Malik, her body glowing with a soft light in the moonlit forest.
She looks at Malik, her green eyes shining with a quiet intensity. "What do you think, Malik?"
When the dance finally came to an end, Kimimaro stood still, her breathing steady, her eyes fixed on Malik. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging the moment's significance.
"That was... incredible," Malik said, his voice filled with genuine awe. "You are truly amazing, Kimimaro."
She stepped closer to him, her expression softening as she reached out to gently touch his cheek. "Thank you, Malik. I dance for you, for our bond."
Malik smiled, taking her hand in his. "I have something to show you."
With a thought, the dream shifted, and they found themselves standing in an imaginary gallery filled with beautiful, intricate sculptures made from Kimimaro's bones. The pieces ranged from delicate, abstract forms to life-sized statues that captured moments of intense emotion and power. The gallery was lit by soft, ambient light, casting gentle shadows that added depth to the artwork.
Kimimaro looked around in wonder, her eyes shining with pride and surprise. "These... these are beautiful, Malik. You made this for me?"
Malik nodded, his heart pounding with anticipation. "I wanted to create something that reflects your strength, your beauty, and the life we're building together."
As they walked through the gallery, they discussed the meaning behind each piece, the themes of life, death, and the fragility of existence that were so deeply intertwined with Kimimaro's abilities. The conversation was deep and reflective, both of them sharing their thoughts on art, life, and mortality.
When they reached the final sculpture—a breathtakingly detailed piece that depicted Kimimaro in mid-dance, her bones forming an intricate halo around her—Malik stopped and turned to face her.
"Kimimaro," he began, his voice filled with emotion. "You are one of the most incredible person I've ever met. Your strength, your grace, your loyalty—it all means the world to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, creating more moments like this, supporting each other through everything."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, elegantly crafted ring, designed with a bone-like pattern that symbolized her unique abilities. Dropping to one knee, Malik looked up at her with love in his eyes.
"Will you marry me, Kimimaro?"
For a moment, Kimimaro was silent, her green eyes wide with surprise and emotion. Then, a soft smile spread across her lips, and she nodded, tears of joy glistening in her eyes.
"Yes, Malik. I would be honored to marry you."
Malik slipped the ring onto her finger, and they embraced, the dream around them glowing with the warmth of their love and commitment. The gallery, the sculptures, and the moonlit forest all seemed to celebrate with them, as if the very dreamscape was alive with their happiness.
Kimimaro leans in to bite his ear and wispears," I only time he have been intmament is when you pleased me with your mouth, Lets change that." Malik puts both of his hand on her shoulders to gently pushes her to her knees, Kimimaro without using her hands and only her mouth and tounge fishes out his large black cock, She takes her time exploring every inch of him, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft, her lips wrapping around the tip. She moans softly as she takes him deeper into her mouth, the vibrations sending shivers down Malik's spine.
Her head bobs up and down, her pace steady and measured. Malik watches as her white hair cascades down her shoulders, the silvery embroidery of her dress shimmering in the soft light. Her green eyes look up at him, filled with a desire that mirrors his own.
He reaches down to gently thread his fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm. She responds by increasing her pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem to bring him to the brink. Malik can feel the familiar tension building within him, the pleasure intensifying with each movement of her lips. "Is that all you got my love or can you take me deeper?" he says to her, Kimimaro smirks at Malik's challenge, taking him deeper into her mouth, nearly gagging but persisting. Her eyes water, but she maintains eye contact with him, showing her determination. She starts to hum, the vibrations adding an extra layer of pleasure that makes Malik's toes curl.
Her free hand reaches up to cup his balls gently, massaging them in a practiced rhythm that drives Malik wild. He can't help but moan, his hips bucking involuntarily as Kimimaro continues her relentless assault.
Suddenly, Kimimaro pulls back, leaving Malik momentarily disappointed. But she quickly stands up and turns around, bending over with her hands on her knees. She looks back at him over her shoulder, her green eyes filled with a mischievous glint.
"I hope you're ready for the real show, Malik." She wiggles her hips invitingly, giving him a clear view of her hairy slick folds. Malik doesn't hesitate, stepping closer and positioning himself behind her. He runs his hands over her smooth, bare skin, feeling the heat radiating from her body. With one swift motion, he enters her from behind, causing Kimimaro to gasp at the sudden intrusion.
He begins to thrust, each stroke meeting resistance before plunging deep into her. Kimimaro moans, pushing back against him with each thrust. Their bodies move together in a rhythm as old as time, a dance of pleasure and passion that neither of them want to end.
As they continue, the intensity builds, their moans and sighs mingling with the sound of their bodies coming together. Kimimaro reaches down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit within her white bush. Malik starts to fuck her hard and deep, "Do you think of me when you play with yourself!" Kimimaro's fingers move in a practiced rhythm, matching the pace of Malik's thrusts. "Yes, always you," she gasps, her voice filled with desire. "Only you, Malik."
Their bodies move together, the heat and friction building between them. Kimimaro's moans grow louder, her breathing ragged. The dreamscape around them seems to pulse with their passion, the air thick with an energy that is both primal and ethereal.
Malik can feel himself nearing the edge, the pleasure building to a crescendo. He grips Kimimaro's hips, pulling her back against him as he drives himself deeper. "Come for me, Kimimaro," he growls, his voice barely above a whisper.
At his words, Kimimaro's orgasm crashes over her, her body shaking with the intensity of it. Malik starts to pump into her so hard he lefts her off the ground, With a final, powerful thrust, Malik reaches his own release, his body shuddering as he empties himself into Kimimaro. They stay like that for a moment, panting and spent, before Malik slowly pulls out and they collapse onto the soft grass, still tangled together.
Kimimaro looks over at Malik, her eyes shining with love and contentment. "I love you, Malik," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"I love you too, Kimimaro," Malik replies, his voice full of emotion. "Now do me a favor and get back on your knees so I can cum all over that pretty face of your."
Kimimaro raises an eyebrow at Malik's request, but a small smirk plays on her lips as she complies. She moves back onto her knees, positioning herself in front of Malik.
He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of her, her hair cascading down her shoulders and her breasts bare for him to see. Her green eyes are filled with a mix of desire and amusement, and she looks absolutely radiant.
With a firm grip on his still-hard cock, Malik begins to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving Kimimaro's face. She watches him with interest, her lips slightly parted as if anticipating his next move.
Malik's breath hitches as he feels his orgasm building once again, the familiar tension coiling in his lower belly. He groans softly, his hips bucking slightly as he speeds up his movements. Kimimaro, not wanting to miss a moment of this intimate encounter, leans in closer, her eyes focused on the tip of Malik's cock. She sticks out her tongue, catching the first few drops of cum as they spurt out. The salty taste ignites a fire within her, and she opens her mouth wider, eager to receive the rest.
Malik continues to stroke himself, his thrusts becoming jerky and erratic as he reaches the brink of his release. With a loud moan, he finally succumbs, his cum shooting out in powerful bursts, each one landing on Kimimaro's face and tongue. She closes her eyes, savoring the taste and texture of his seed.
When Malik has finished, Kimimaro licks her lips, a satisfied smile on her face. She looks up at him, her green eyes shining with love and desire. "Thank you, Malik."