134: Mr. Sandman part 4
In the dream world, Malik found himself in the heart of a bustling Konoha, transformed into a festive wonderland. The sky above was painted with hues of twilight, and the air was filled with the lively sounds of celebration. Lanterns hung from every corner, casting a warm, golden glow over the village, while stalls lined the streets, offering food, games, and trinkets to the revelers.
Malik's gaze was drawn to Shisui, standing beside him. She wore a stunning outfit that perfectly balanced her natural intensity with an air of elegance. Her attire was a deep crimson yukata adorned with intricate black patterns, the colors symbolizing both the Uchiha clan's heritage and her fiery spirit. The yukata was cinched at the waist with a dark blue obi, accentuating her athletic figure. Her long, dark hair was styled in loose waves that framed her face, and her eyes, the legendary Sharingan, glowed softly in the dim light. The elegant sapphire earrings she always wore shimmered with each movement, matching the pendant she shared with Malik.
"Are you ready for the fireworks, Malik?" Shisui asked, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.
"Absolutely," Malik replied, his eyes meeting hers with a smile. He could feel the energy of the night, the anticipation building as the festival reached its peak.
They made their way to a secluded hill overlooking the village, where the Uchiha clan traditionally watched the fireworks. The spot offered a perfect view of the night sky, unobstructed and expansive. As they settled onto a blanket, Malik noticed how calm Shisui seemed, her usual intensity softened by the festive atmosphere.
With a flick of her wrist, Shisui activated her Sharingan, and the first firework exploded in the sky, but it was no ordinary firework. The display was enhanced by Shisui's genjutsu, creating mesmerizing patterns that danced and shifted with the Sharingan's influence. The sky was filled with vibrant colors, forming intricate designs that seemed almost alive, swirling and transforming with each passing moment.
Malik watched in awe as the fireworks painted the night with breathtaking beauty. Shisui's mastery over her abilities was on full display, and he could feel the love and care she put into every burst of light and color.
"These are incredible, Shisui," Malik said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Shisui smiled, a rare softness in her expression. "I wanted to make something special for us. Something that reflects the beauty of our world... and the bond we share."
As the fireworks continued, the dream began to shift. The sounds of the festival faded, and the vibrant colors of the fireworks slowly dimmed, replaced by the quiet streets of Konoha at night. Malik and Shisui found themselves walking hand in hand through the village, the atmosphere serene and peaceful.
"This is where I grew up," Shisui said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "So many memories... so much has changed, and yet, some things remain the same."
"You know, I still havent been to the Uchiha clans area of the village yet." Witch is weird because I married one.
They walked through the village, passing familiar landmarks and reliving moments from Shisui's past. She pointed out places where she trained, where she spent time with her fellow Uchiha clan members, and where she made difficult decisions that shaped her life.
As they walked, Malik could sense the weight of Shisui's memories—the sacrifices she made, the burdens she carried, and the loyalty that defined her. He could feel the depth of her commitment to her ideals, and the internal struggles she faced as she navigated the complexities of her duty to the Uchiha clan and the village.
"You've always carried so much on your shoulders," Malik said, his voice gentle. "But you're not alone anymore, Shisui. You have me, and together, we can face whatever comes our way."
Shisui stopped walking, turning to face Malik. Her eyes, still glowing with the power of the Sharingan, softened as she looked at him. "I know, Malik. You've given me something I never thought I'd have... a future beyond duty. A future filled with love and happiness."
Malik smiled, pulling her into a warm embrace. "And I'll keep giving you that future, Shisui. For as long as we live."
The dreamscape shimmered around them, the memories of the past blending seamlessly with the promise of their future together. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the Uchiha name seemed to lighten, replaced by the unbreakable bond they shared.
"Do you wanna see where I learned how to masterbate?" Shisui asked him. "Sure, why not." He answerd shruging. Shisui leads Malik to a small, secluded room in the Uchiha compound, a place she used to spend a lot of her time when she was younger. The room is simple, with a single futon on the floor and a small window that lets in a soft, gentle light.
She sits down on the futon and pats the space next to her, inviting Malik to join her. As he sits down, she begins to speak, her voice soft and reminiscent.
"I must have been around 10 years old when I first discovered the art of self-pleasure," she says, a small smile playing on her lips. "It was during one of the clan meetings, and everyone was busy discussing matters of importance. I slipped away to this very room, feeling curious and adventurous."
She closes her eyes for a moment, lost in the memory. Shisui's cheeks flush slightly as she continues, "I remember feeling so embarrassed and excited at the same time. I had heard whispers of it among the other girls my age, but never really understood what it meant. It was a secret exploration of my own body, and it brought me a new kind of joy and understanding."
Malik listens, intrigued by this side of Shisui he's never seen before. He can't help but feel a connection to her as she shares this intimate part of her past. As she opens her eyes, she catches his gaze and gives him a knowing smile.
"I'm glad I can share this with you, Malik. It's not something I've ever talked about with anyone else. It's a part of me that has shaped who I am, and I trust you to honor that." Shisui, with a playful smile, begins to strip for Malik. She gracefully unties the obi around her waist, letting it drop to the floor. Her yukata gapes open, revealing a hint of her toned stomach and the black lace lingerie she wears underneath. She lets the yukata slide off her shoulders, revealing her full, ample bosom. Her nipples are already hard beneath the lace, and Malik can't help but stare.
She then slowly peels off her lingerie, revealing her hairy, thick bush. It's a stark contrast to her pale skin and the soft curves of her hips. She runs her fingers through her bush, a small gasp escaping her lips as she does so.
Shisui then lies down on the futon, spreading her legs wide open for Malik to see. She begins to touch herself, her fingers tracing slow circles around her clit. Her breath hitches as she increases the pressure, her hips bucking slightly with each movement. Malik watches, transfixed, as Shisui pleasures herself for him. Her eyes are half-lidded with desire, and her skin glows with a soft blush.
She moans softly, her fingers moving faster now. Malik can see her getting closer to her climax, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He reaches out, unable to resist, and touches her thigh. She jumps at his touch, but doesn't pull away. Instead, she encourages him, guiding his hand to her bush.
Together, they explore her body. Malik can feel the heat radiating from her, and he can't help but feel a sense of awe at the intimacy of the moment. "Your so perverted when were alone, were you always this horny?" Malik asks her, Shisui chuckles softly, not breaking her rhythm. "I guess being married to someone as handsome and charming as you can have that effect," she responds, her voice playful and flirtatious.
As they continue to explore her body together, Malik can't help but feel a deep sense of connection to Shisui. This intimate moment, shared in the privacy of their own dreamscape, is a testament to the unbreakable bond they share.
Shisui's breath quickens, and she reaches her climax, her body shuddering with pleasure. Malik holds her close, feeling the warmth of her release against his hand.
As the dream begins to fade, they share one last, lingering kiss. "I love you, Shisui," Malik whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection.
"I love you too, Malik."
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In the dreamscape, Malik found himself standing in the midst of a dark, moonlit forest. The trees were tall and ancient, their branches weaving together to form a natural canopy that blocked out most of the sky, save for a few streaks of silver moonlight that filtered through the leaves. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant call of nocturnal creatures.
Malik looked around, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, and there, just ahead of him, he saw Tayuya. She was seated on a fallen log, her signature flute resting against her lips as she played a haunting melody that seemed to echo through the forest, intertwining with the natural sounds around them. Her long, vibrant red hair shimmered in the moonlight, falling around her shoulders in loose waves. She wore a simple yet elegant outfit—a deep purple, off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her athletic figure perfectly. The dress was short, revealing her toned legs, and the fabric swayed gently with her movements. The outfit highlighted her slender frame, and Malik couldn't help but admire how it accentuated her best features, especially her big butt, which she knew he loved.
Tayuya's eyes were closed as she played, completely lost in the music she was creating. The melody was both beautiful and eerie, carrying a sense of longing and mystery that resonated deeply within Malik.
He quietly approached her, not wanting to interrupt her performance. As he got closer, the music seemed to weave around him, pulling him into its rhythm. When Tayuya finally opened her eyes and saw him standing there, she paused, letting the last note linger in the air.
"You're here," she said, her voice soft but carrying its usual edge. "What do you think?"
Malik smiled, stepping closer to her. "It's incredible, Tayuya. You always know how to create the most mesmerizing music."
Tayuya's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. "I told you, this is my place. This forest... it's like the music is part of it."
Malik nodded, understanding the connection she felt to this dream world. "I remember the last time I visited you here. You were playing the same melody, and it was just as captivating then as it is now."
Tayuya shrugged, a hint of a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Well, it's not like I get to perform for just anyone. Only the people who matter."
Malik chuckled, sitting down beside her on the log. "I'm honored, then."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the forest around them alive with the echoes of Tayuya's music. Finally, she looked at him, her sharp eyes softening just a bit.
"Do you want to play with me?" she asked, holding out the flute.
Malik raised an eyebrow. "You know I can't play like you do, Tayuya."
She smirked, leaning closer to him. "I can teach you. Just follow my lead."
With that, she handed him the flute and guided his hands to the proper position. Her touch was firm but gentle, and Malik could feel the warmth of her body as she leaned into him, showing him the basics. Together, they began to play, creating a new melody that was unlike anything either of them had ever produced before. It was a mixture of their energies, their emotions, and their connection—a harmony that resonated through the forest, bringing the very trees to life as they swayed to the rhythm.
As they played, the world around them seemed to blur, the boundaries between dream and reality fading away. The music they created was otherworldly, filled with power and emotion, and it felt as though it could go on forever.
When they finally stopped, the forest was still, the only sound being their quiet breathing. Tayuya turned to Malik, her eyes meeting his with a rare intensity.
"You're not so bad, Malik," she said, a teasing note in her voice. "Maybe I'll keep you around as my backup."
Malik laughed, handing the flute back to her. "I'm just glad I didn't ruin it."
Tayuya rolled her eyes but smiled, a genuine, warm smile that she rarely showed to anyone else. "You could never ruin anything with me, Malik."
'Now how about you stand up and show me that outfit you have on," he said giving her body a once over. Tayuya raises an eyebrow at his request, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, so you're finally interested in something other than my flute playing?" she said mockingly as She stood up, her dress swaying around her thighs as she did so. "Alright then, but only because it's you."
She turns around, giving him a full view of her backside. The dress fits her snugly, accentuating her curves and the toned muscles of her legs. She runs her fingers through her hair, letting it cascade down her back in a fiery waterfall.
"Well, what do you think?" She asks, glancing over her shoulder at him with a playful grin. "Do I still have it?"
Malik can't help but be taken aback by her beauty and confidence. "Yes, Tayuya, you definitely still have it. But I need to know what kind of panties you are wearing." Tayuya chuckles at Malik's response, turning back to face him with a knowing smile. "Well, if you really want to know, you'll have to come closer and find out for yourself." She takes a step towards him, closing the distance between them and leaving little to the imagination.
Malik, unable to resist the temptation, takes the bait and moves closer to Tayuya. As he gets nearer, he catches a glimpse of the lacy black lingerie she's wearing underneath her dress. It's a daring choice, but one that suits her confident and seductive personality perfectly.
"Well?" Tayuya asks, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Do I meet your expectations?"
Malik, taken aback by her boldness, stammers out a response. "Y-yes, Tayuya, you do." "Allow me to worship that fat ass, me lady!" As Malik utters his bold declaration, Tayuya's smile grows even wider. She turns around, giving him full view of her shapely backside. "By all means, go ahead and worship, kind sir," she teases, her voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement.
Malik, feeling both bold and nervous, steps closer to Tayuya. He gently places his hands on her hips, feeling the warmth of her body through the fabric of her dress. He can feel the firmness of her muscles, the curve of her buttocks, and the softness of her skin. He takes a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent, and then he begins to move.
He starts by lightly caressing her hips, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. Tayuya responds by swaying her hips, moving in time with Malik's gentle touch. The sensation of Malik's hands on her hips sends a shiver down Tayuya's spine. She closes her eyes and allows herself to fully experience the moment, letting out a soft sigh as she relaxes into his touch. His fingers continue to dance across her skin, tracing patterns that seem to ignite a fire within her. She can feel herself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment, and she presses herself back against him, inviting him to explore further.
Malik takes the invitation and begins to move his hands downward, gripping Tayuya's thighs and squeezing gently. She responds with a low moan, her body trembling slightly as she feels his touch. He can feel the heat radiating from her core, and he aches to explore further. But for now, he's content to simply worship her body, to lose himself in the feel of her skin against his hands. "Your a queen, My Queen, Only I get to touch your big butt, as your Fiancée only I get to have your double bubble of an ass," He said while kissing it! As Malik's lips make contact with Tayuya's butt, she jumps slightly, a small gasp escaping her lips. She turns to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise, but there's a spark of excitement in them as well. "Well, aren't you bold," she says, a smirk playing on her lips. "But I like it."
She reaches back, running her fingers through Malik's hair as she pulls him closer. "If you're going to worship my ass, you might as well do it properly," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry.
Malik, feeling encouraged by Tayuya's response, continues to explore her body. He grips her thighs tighter, pulling her closer to him as he begins to knead her flesh. With each movement, he can feel her muscles tense and release, her breath hitching as Malik's fingers find all the right spots. He continues to kiss and nip at her ass, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and hollow. Her breathing becomes more labored, her fingers gripping his hair tighter as she pulls him closer, urging him on.
He can feel the heat radiating from her core, and Malik can't help but be tempted to explore further. With a gentle push, he guides her forward until she's bent over the fallen log, her ass in the air and her body trembling with anticipation. Malik takes a moment to admire the view, his hands tracing over her curves one last time before he gives in to the temptation and slips his fingers beneath her lacy lingerie.
As he explores her folds, he finds her wet and ready for him. "My Queen your so damn wet," Malik exclaims, unable to hide his surprise at how ready Tayuya's body is for him. She moans softly, her breath hitching as Malik's fingers delve deeper, exploring every inch of her. He can feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling him in deeper, urging him to move faster.
But Malik is in no rush. He wants to savor this moment, to lose himself in the feel of Tayuya's body, to worship her in the most intimate way possible. He takes his time, moving his fingers in slow, deliberate circles, building up the tension inside of her until she's squirming beneath him.
Tayuya's breathing becomes more labored, her moans growing louder and more insistent. She presses herself back against Malik, urging him to move faster, to give her more. Malik, sensing her urgency, increases the pace of his fingers, moving them in a steady rhythm that matches the beat of his own heart. He can feel Tayuya's muscles clenching around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. She's close, so close, and Malik can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment knowing that he's the one bringing her to the edge.
With a flick, Tayuya's body tenses, her muscles clenching around Malik's fingers as she reaches her peak. She cries out, her voice echoing through the forest as she experiences a wave of pleasure that seems to radiate from her very core. Malik continues to move his fingers, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible, before finally slowing down and allowing her to catch her breath. Malik pulls her panties half way down, making sure he can get a great view of her fat ass, As Malik pulls Tayuya's lacy lingerie down to reveal her bare bottom, he can't help but admire the softness and roundness of her cheeks, "Damn girl". The moonlight cascades through the trees, casting a silver glow on her skin, making her even more irresistible. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on her right cheek, causing her to shiver with pleasure.
"You like that, huh?" Malik whispers, his breath warm against her skin. Tayuya responds with a soft moan, her body relaxing further into his touch. He continues to explore every inch of her, his fingers tracing patterns and lines along her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Whating to do something new, Malik used his hands and parted her ass cheeks, giving her brown eye a gentle lick before sticking his tongue in fully, As Malik's tongue makes contact with Tayuya's most intimate area, she jumps, a surprised gasp escaping her lips. But soon, her body relaxes, and she begins to moan softly as Malik explores her with his tongue. He takes his time, savoring the taste and the feel of her, his fingers still exploring her folds as he worships her body in this new and intimate way.
Tayuya's breathing becomes more labored, her moans growing louder as Malik's tongue works its magic. She reaches back, running her fingers through his hair as she urges him on, wordlessly begging for more. Malik is happy to oblige, his tongue moving in time with his fingers, building up the tension inside of her until she's trembling with need. With one last thrust of his tongue, Tayuya reaches her peak again, her body shaking with the force of her release. She cries out, her voice mingling with the sounds of the forest around them. Malik slows down, allowing her to catch her breath once more. He pulls back, his face glistening with the evidence of her pleasure. He can't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction knowing that he's been the one to bring her to this state.
Tayuya turns to look at him, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Wow, Malik," she says, her voice husky and low. "That was... you're really good at this." She reaches out, tracing her fingers along his jawline. "You always know how to make me feel good."
Malik smiles, feeling his cheeks heat up at the compliment. "I'm just glad I could make you happy. Now how about I shove my dick up your ass, with your permission my queen!" Tayuya's eyes widen at Malik's words, but there's a mischievous glint in her gaze as she responds, "Well, if you're going to be cheeky about it, I suppose I can allow it." She turns back around, bending over the log once more, presenting herself to Malik.
Malik takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Tayuya's body is a work of art, and he feels lucky to be able to explore it in such an intimate way. He steps closer, positioning himself behind her, and reaches out to caress her ass once more.
Tayuya shivers at his touch, her body already sensitized from the pleasure he's already given her. Malik takes his time, teasing her with gentle strokes and squeezes, before finally positioning himself at her entrance. "Before I get started tell me how tight you are!" Tayuya bites her lower lip, a mixture of anticipation and nerves etched on her face. "Well, why don't you find out for yourself?" she challenges, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Malik takes a deep breath and slowly begins to push himself inside of her.
At first, there's some resistance, but with each gentle thrust, Tayuya's body begins to relax, allowing him to slip deeper and deeper. He takes his time, wanting to make sure that she's comfortable and that he's not causing her any pain.
As he fully enters her, he pauses for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his presence. Tayuya lets out a soft sigh, her body trembling slightly as she feels Malik's length inside of her. "You feel so good," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. Malik starts to move, his hips thrusting gently as he begins to find a rhythm. With each movement, he can feel Tayuya's body responding, her muscles clenching around him as she meets his thrusts. The sensation is intoxicating, and Malik can feel himself getting lost in the pleasure of the moment.
He grips her hips tighter, pulling her back against him as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Tayuya moans louder, her breath hitching as she feels Malik's length hitting all the right spots. She reaches back, running her fingers through his hair as she urges him on, wordlessly begging for more.
Malik is happy to oblige, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he drives deeper and deeper into Tayuya's body. He can feel her muscles tensing around him, pulling him in as she reaches her peak once more. With another push, Tayuya finally cries out, her body shaking with the force of her release. Malik can feel her muscles clenching around him, milking him for all he's worth. He continues to move, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible before finally slowing down and allowing her to catch her breath.
As they both come down from their high, Malik gently pulls out of Tayuya's body, leaving her feeling empty and satisfied all at once. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her tight.
"Thank you, Malik," Tayuya murmurs, her head resting on his shoulder. "man, I love that you make me cum so hard."
Malik smiles, feeling his cheeks heat up at the compliment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says, his voice low and husky. "I aim to please. now tell me how good did those flute skills make you at sucking cock." Tayuya chuckles at Malik's question, pulling away from him slightly to look him in the eye. "Well, I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself," she says, a playful smirk on her lips.
Malik raises an eyebrow at her response, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Is that a challenge, my queen?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
Tayuya grins back at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe it is," she says, standing up and adjusting her dress. "But for now, we should probably call it a night."
Malik nods, standing up as well and adjusting his own clothing. "You're right," he says. "But I'm definitely looking forward to our next... encounter."