137 Mr. Sandman part 7
Sandman Part 13: Tsume Inuzuka
In the moonlit dreamscape, Malik found himself deep in a dense, shadowy forest, standing beside Tsume Inuzuka. The air was crisp and alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. Tsume, with her wild brown hair tied up in a spiky ponytail, exuded a fierce and commanding presence. Her sharp eyes reflected the light of the moon, and her muscular, fit build was a testament to her strength and agility.
Night Hunt with the Inuzuka Clan
Tsume was dressed in a cute yet practical outfit for their hunt—a fitted black leather jacket with fur-lined cuffs and collar, paired with dark, high-waisted pants and sturdy boots. The outfit highlighted her strong, athletic figure, blending her fierce demeanor with a touch of style.
Tsume's leather jacket, snug against her formidable frame, was adorned with numerous pockets and pouches, perfect for holding various tools and resources needed during their night hunt. The collar, flipped up slightly, revealed a silver, intricately designed clip, hinting at her Inuzuka heritage.
Her dark pants, cinched at the waist by a thick, woven belt, fit her like a second skin. The material, made of sturdy and breathable fabric, allowed her to move freely, providing both protection and comfort. The high-waisted design helped accentuate Tsume's toned abs and lower back, while the lack of a bra added a hint of daring to her overall appearance.
Her generous bust was instead contained by the jacket's clever design, with the top buttons left undone, giving a glimpse of her smooth, sun-kissed skin. Tsume's generous bosom, unrestrained by a bra, moved with each breath she took, creating a captivating dance of their own beneath the fitted leather jacket. The outline of her nipples was faintly visible through the material, adding to her allure. Her dark pants, designed to withstand the rigors of a night hunt, hugged her shapely hips and thighs, accentuating her powerful, athletic lower body. The absence of any undergarments made her full, round buttocks even more pronounced, a enticing display of her raw, untamed nature. The flexible fabric of her pants lovingly caressed her curves, moving in sync with her every step, revealing the firmness and strength of her glutes. As she shifted her weight, the faint sound of her clothes rubbing against her bare skin echoed in the still night air, a sensual reminder of the wild, untamed creature that she was.
"Keep up, Malik," Tsume said with a playful smirk, her sharp eyes scanning the forest ahead. She moved with a predatory grace, her senses finely attuned to their surroundings.
Malik followed closely, feeling the thrill of the hunt as Tsume guided him through the moonlit paths. Her ninken moved silently beside them, their keen senses helping to track the prey. The forest seemed alive, every rustle of leaves and snap of a twig heightening the excitement.
Tsume led them deeper into the woods until they finally caught sight of their prey—a large, majestic buck. Tsume motioned for Malik to stop, her eyes focused intently on the animal. They watched in silence, the tension between predator and prey palpable. But instead of attacking, they simply observed, a silent acknowledgment of the beauty and power of nature.
As Tsume and her ninken stood still, observing the majestic buck, Malik couldn't help but steal glances at his formidable companion. Her focus was unwavering, her gaze locked on their prey. The leather jacket she wore stretched tautly across her broad shoulders and expansive back, emphasizing her imposing presence. The open buttons at the top revealed an enticing glimpse of her cleavage, the soft curves of her breasts shifting subtly with each breath she took.
Her dark pants clung to her powerful thighs like a second skin, the lack of any undergarments creating an alluring outline of her firm, round buttocks. The faint rustle of the fabric as she moved, combined with the occasional shift of her body, revealed the enticing dance of her curves beneath the fitted material. Her posture exuded confidence, a testament to her mastery as a skilled huntress. The moonlight casts elongated shadows upon the forest floor, the silver beams highlighting the tense muscles in Tsume's legs and back as she maintains her stance. Her ninken, loyal and focused, remain at her side, their eyes following her gaze, awaiting her command.
Malik can't help but appreciate the raw power that Tsume radiates, her body a testament to years of training and experience within the Inuzuka Clan. Her gaze, still fixated on the buck, holds an intense, primal connection to the animal kingdom. As he studies her, he notices that the faint outline of her nipples has grown more prominent through the thin material of her jacket.
His attention shifts to her backside, the way the fitted pants hug her curves with each silent breath she takes. The muscles in her legs tense and relax, a testament to her readiness to pounce at a moment's notice. Her boots, sturdy and well-worn, plant themselves firmly on the ground, supporting her powerful form. The silver clip on her jacket glints in the moonlight, its intricate design reflecting the depth of her Inuzuka heritage.
Tsume's wild brown hair, tied up in its spiky ponytail, flows gently with the breeze, the loose strands framing her fierce face. Her sharp eyes, filled with determination and patience, never stray from the buck. Her lips curl up into a soft smile, seemingly enjoying the thrill of the hunt and the company of her ninken and Malik.
The silence between predator and prey lingers, a moment of stillness in the otherwise restless forest. The tension builds, the air thick with anticipation. ("Tsume truly is a sexy mama,") Malik says in his head. As Malik thinks this to himself, Tsume turns her head slightly, her sharp eyes catching his gaze for a brief moment. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, but her focus quickly returns to the buck, ("She can feel my thoughts and emotions, It might be time to take our relationship to the next level then.") The connection between them, though unspoken, is undeniable. The bond between hunter and observer deepens, as they share this moment of quiet understanding.
The rustling of leaves grows louder, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. The buck's ears twitch, its eyes filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. Tsume's body tenses, her muscles coiled like a spring, ready to unleash her formidable strength in an instant.
In that moment of stillness, time seems to slow down. The world around them fades into the background, leaving only the two of them and their prey.
Campfire Stories
As the hunt concluded, the scene shifted, and they found themselves sitting around a warm, crackling campfire in a secluded clearing. The stars twinkled above them, and the fire cast a golden glow on Tsume's face, softening her usual fierce expression.
Tsume had changed into a more relaxed outfit—a snug, long-sleeved sweater that hugged her figure and comfortable jeans. The look was casual yet appealing, a contrast to her usual combat-ready attire.
They sat close to the fire, the warmth a welcome comfort after the coolness of the forest. Tsume began sharing legendary tales of the Inuzuka clan, her voice strong and filled with pride. She spoke of past hunts, battles fought alongside her ninken, and the deep bond that connected the Inuzuka to their canine companions.
Malik listened intently, captivated by the stories and the passion with which Tsume told them. There was a depth to her that he hadn't fully appreciated until now—a fierce loyalty to her clan and an unyielding strength that made her both formidable and admirable.
As the conversation flowed, Tsume's tone became more personal. She glanced at Malik, a curious glint in her eye. "So, Malik," she began, her voice taking on a more serious note, "you've been spending time with Kiba, haven't you?"
Malik nodded, smiling. "Yes, I care about her a lot. She's strong, like you."
Tsume chuckled, a deep, genuine sound. "She's got a lot of my fire, that's for sure. But I hear you've also got your eyes on Hana."
Malik didn't hesitate, he met her gaze. "I do. And… I've also found myself drawn to you, Tsume. But you already know that."
Tsume raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "You've got guts, Malik. But you know what you're getting into, right? It's not easy handling the Inuzuka women."
Malik grinned, leaning in closer. "Good, I wouldn't have it any other way."
The tension between them crackled like the fire, but it was warm and inviting rather than overwhelming. Without another word, Tsume closed the distance between them, capturing Malik's lips in a kiss that was both fierce and passionate, mirroring the fire that burned within her.
As they pulled away, Tsume's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and desire. "You've got a lot to live up to, Malik. But something tells me you're up for the challenge."
Malik laughed softly, feeling a warmth that went beyond the campfire's glow. "I'm ready."
Malik laughed softly, feeling a warmth that went beyond the campfire's glow. "I'm ready." The kiss lingers in the air, charged with a newfound intimacy between Tsume and Malik. Her hand remains on his cheek, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. The fire crackles and sparks, casting a warm glow on their faces. Tsume's eyes sparkle with amusement, her gaze never leaving his.
"I'm glad you're ready, Malik," she says, her voice a soft purr. "The Inuzuka women can be a handful, but we're worth it."
She leans back, her body language relaxing as she settles into the conversation. The firelight dances in her wild brown hair, giving it an almost ethereal glow.
Tsume takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her snug sweater. Her large breasts strain against the material, the outline of her nipples still visible. Malik takes one hand and with a finger, gently runs it over her hard nipples through her sweater, "The love you'll feel for me will be stronger than any you've had for any other man, I'll make sure of that, love." Tsume's eyes widen slightly at his touch, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she captures his gaze with her own, her expression filled with intrigue and a strong desire. He can see her chest rising and falling more rapidly now, her breathing shallow.
"You're certainly confident, Malik, But like I told you before, I'm not one for waiting," she says, her voice growing in the night. She places her hand over his, pressing it firmly against her breast. "But I've yet to see if you can back up those words."
The moment hangs heavy between you, filled with anticipation and longing. The fire crackles softly in the background, casting a warm glow on thier faces. "I guess I have alot of work to do then!" As he said that he leaned fully into her, his hands under her sweater and their mouths connected with passion. As Malik leans into Tsume, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, the warmth of the campfire seems to fade away. Her body responds to his touch, pressing against him as they deepen their connection. The world around them melts away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment.
Their hands explore each other, Tsume's fingers running through Malik's hair, while his hands continue to roam over her body. He can feel her heart pounding against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own.
Tsume's sweater rides up, exposing the soft, warm skin of her lower back. Malik's hands slip underneath, tracing the curve of her spine. He feels her shiver at his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She arches into him, her hips pressing against his. Malik pulls on her nipples, twisting them, teasing them, "Tell me what you want, and I shall do it!" Tsume's breath hitches as Malik's hands find her sensitive nipples. She gazes into his eyes, her own filled with a raw, primal desire. "I want you, Malik. I want to feel you inside me, filling me completely." Her voice is a husky whisper, full of longing.
In response, Malik's hands wander lower, tracing the outline of Tsume's full, round buttocks. He gives them a firm squeeze, eliciting a low moan from Tsume. She shifts her hips, pressing herself against him, her body aching with need.
The fire crackles softly, casting shadows on their entwined forms. The night wraps around them, the sounds of the forest fading into the background as they focus solely on each other. Malik slides a hand in her pants waistband and pulls them down revealing her thick untamed wild wet bush, "I'll make you forget about everyman except for me, you will crave only me!" As Malik pulls Tsume's pants down, revealing her thick, untamed bush, she eagerly steps out of them, kicking them aside. Her body is now fully exposed to him, and she seems unafraid and unashamed of her raw, primal beauty. The firelight dances across her curves, illuminating the softness of her skin and the curves of her hips.
Tsume's breath hitches as Malik's hand reaches her most intimate place. She's already wet, ready for him. He explores her folds, feeling her shiver under his touch. Her body responds to him, her hips bucking against his hand as he finds her swollen clit.
Malik teases Tsume's clit with his fingers, circling and rubbing until she's moaning with pleasure. He can feel her getting closer, her body tensing with each touch. "I can't wait any longer, Malik," Tsume whispers, her voice heavy with desire. She reaches down and with horny milf strength rips his pants off and throws them to the side immediately grading his hard dick, her fingers intertwining with his as she guides him closer. Her warm wetness envelops him, and he sinks into her, filling her completely and then some.
They move together, their bodies in sync as they explore each other. The fire crackles softly in the background, casting a warm glow on their entwined forms. With each thrust, Tsume's breasts bounce gently, her nipples hard and sensitive against the sweater.
Malik can feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling him deeper with each movement. He responds in kind, driving into her with a fierce passion that matches her own. Their bodies move in a primal dance, a testament to their connection.
Tsume's moans grow louder, her breath hot against his neck, "Has your dick gotten bigger?" "Perhaps it's just the way you feel right now, lost in the moment with me," Malik whispers back, his breath mingling with hers as they continue to move together. His hands roam her body, feeling her muscles tense and relax with each thrust. Her own hands grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she pulls him closer.
The firelight dances across their faces, casting deep shadows in the clearing. The night wraps around them, creating a sense of isolation and intimacy in the heart of the forest. The sounds of their lovemaking fill the air, mingling with the gentle crackle of the fire.
"Yes, it's you, Malik. It's always been you," Tsume murmurs, her voice filled with a raw, primal desire. She moves her hips in time with his, meeting him thrust for thrust as they reach for the peak together. "Tell me what I want to hear, Tsume!" Malik roars both increasing his pace and driving into her harder! Tsume's eyes lock onto Malik's, her gaze intense and filled with longing. "I'm yours, Malik. I've always been yours," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body trembles with pleasure, her muscles clenching around him as she reaches her climax.
With a powerful thrust, Malik her over the edge for a second organism, "I'm fucking cummming again!" She screams, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release.
Tsume's head rests on Malik's shoulder, her breath warm against his skin. Her fingers trace idle patterns on his chest, her touch gentle and loving. He can feel her heartbeat slowing, matching his own.
"I needed that," Tsume whispers, her voice soft and sincere. "Get up aganist that tree, I'm not done with you yet." As Tsume complies, moving to lean against the sturdy tree trunk, Malik positions himself behind her. His hands explore her body, roaming over her curves and tracing the line of her spine. Her sweater has ridden up, exposing the soft skin of her lower back. Malik's hands slip underneath, caressing her gently.
He can feel the warmth of her body, her muscles tensing and relaxing beneath his touch. Tsume's head drops back, resting on Malik's shoulder as he enters her from behind. She feels impossibly tight, her body enveloping him completely.
Malik begins to move, his hips rocking against Tsume's as they establish a rhythm. The tree trunk provides support and leverage, allowing them to explore each other more deeply. Tsume's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body moving in time with his. Malik takes one of his hands off her hip and finds her thick dark bush and starts to explore her folds once more. His fingers trace the length of her slit, feeling her wetness and heat. He circles her clit, teasing her with each pass. Tsume's moans grow louder, her body tensing as she gets closer to another release.
The fire continues to crackle softly in the background, casting shadows on their entwined forms. The night wraps around them, creating a sense of isolation and intimacy in the heart of the forest.
Malik's thrusts grow more insistent, his hips driving against Tsume's with a primal intensity. He can feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling him deeper with each movement. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their connection and the rhythm of their lovemaking. "Tell again, Tsume, how owns her hairy pussy, who do you love!" Tsume's breath hitches as Malik's fingers return to her sensitive clit, her body trembling with anticipation. "I'm yours, Malik. I've always been yours," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. The firelight casts deep shadows on her face, her eyes shining with a fierce intensity. "I love you, Malik. I love your strength, your confidence, and the way you make me feel."
Her words spur Malik on, and he drives into her with renewed passion, his fingers continuing to tease her clit. With each thrust, Tsume's body shudders, her pleasure building to a crescendo.
As Tsume reaches her climax, her orgasm rips through her, leaving her breathless and trembling in Malik's arms. "I'm cumming inside you!" Malik's words are met with a deep, guttural moan from Tsume as she feels him release inside her. Her body shudders with the intensity of her own orgasm, her muscles milking him for every last drop.
As their climaxes subside, Malik wraps his arms around Tsume, holding her close against his chest. The warmth of their bodies mingles, their hearts beating in unison. The fire crackles softly in the background, providing a comforting, soothing presence.
Tsume's head rests on Malik's shoulder, her breathing slow and steady. Her body relaxes in his embrace, a sense of peace and contentment settling over her.
Malik's fingers trace idle patterns on Tsume's thigh, his touch gentle and loving. He can feel the dampness between her legs, a testament to their passionate lovemaking. "I will treat you right Tsume, plus next time you can be the mommy and I can be your little puppy," He says running his fingers through her bush. Tsume laughs softly, her breath warm against Malik's skin. "I like the sound of that, Malik. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment. We have all the time in the world to explore each other's desires."
She turns her head, capturing Malik's lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Their bodies remain entwined, their connection still strong despite their orgasms.
The fire crackles softly, casting a warm glow on their faces. The night wraps around them, providing a sense of intimacy and isolation in the heart of the forest.
Malik's hands continue to roam Tsume's body, tracing her curves and exploring her soft, warm skin. She responds in kind, her own hands wandering over his chest and abdomen.
They sat together, the night deepening around them, the fire crackling softly as the stars continued to shine brightly overhead. Their bond had strengthened, and the dream had laid the foundation for something real and lasting.
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Sandman Part 14: Hana Inuzuka
In the tranquil dreamscape, Malik found himself in a lush, serene forest filled with the scent of fresh pine and the sound of rustling leaves. Beside him stood Hana Inuzuka, her long brown hair tied back neatly, her eyes warm and inviting, yet holding a glint of determination. Her lean, athletic build was accentuated by a practical yet cute outfit—a fitted green vest over a soft cream-colored long-sleeved top, paired with dark brown leggings and sturdy boots. The outfit was both functional for her role as a veterinary and medical-nin and flattering to her figure.
Healing Herbs Expedition
As they walked deeper into the forest, Hana began to share her knowledge of medicinal plants. She pointed out various herbs and explained their healing properties, her voice filled with a gentle authority. Malik listened intently, absorbing the information with genuine interest, plus he loved a woman with authority.
"Here, this plant is great for treating burns," Hana said, kneeling down to pluck a few leaves from a low-lying shrub. She handed them to Malik, who carefully placed them in a small pouch.
"So, what happens if you accidentally burn yourself with, say, a particularly hot batch of cookies?" Malik asked with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Hana chuckled, shaking her head. "Then you should probably pay more attention in the kitchen," she replied, her tone light and teasing. "But in all seriousness, you'd apply a paste made from these leaves to the burn, and it would help soothe the pain and speed up healing."
Malik nodded, impressed by her expertise. "I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I'll use it as an excuse to spend more time with you."
Hana smiled, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "I think you'd find a way to do that regardless."
As they continued their expedition, Hana demonstrated how to wrap bandages properly, using both her ninken and Malik as examples. She explained what to do in case of frostbite or a burn, her hands moving with practiced precision.
"Here, let me show you," she said, taking Malik's hand and gently wrapping it with a bandage. "The key is to keep it snug but not too tight, so you don't cut off circulation."
Malik watched her work, feeling the warmth of her hands. "You're really good at this, Hana. I can see why you're the best in the village."
Hana looked up at him, her expression softening. "Thank you, Malik. I wouldn't say I'm the best at but It means a lot coming from you."
As Hana finished wrapping Malik's hand, she pointed out a tall, elegant tree with delicate, lavender-colored blossoms. "This tree here is an Aroma Tree," she said. "Its fragrant blossoms have calming properties, making it an excellent choice for reducing anxiety and promoting better sleep."
{"Before you ask, the tree is named after me, No, I'm not named after a tree, Malik!"} Amora clarifies in his head.
("Thanks love, don't know what I would do without you.") He thinks while sending an image of him rolling his eye at her.
{" I know."} she sends back.
Malik leaned in to take a whiff, and the soothing scent indeed washed over him like a gentle wave. "Wow, that's amazing," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment to fully enjoy the experience.
Hana chuckled softly. "Glad you like it. Shinobi often use it to help them focus during meditation or to aid in recovery from mental strain."
As they resumed their walk, Malik felt more connected to Hana. "Hana, I know that the date isn't over yet and all that, and we're enjoying ourselves, but if I may, can I kiss you!?" Malik's heart races as he turns to Hana, his eyes searching her face for any sign of hesitation. The atmosphere around them seems to hold its breath, waiting for Hana's response.
Hana looks up at Malik, her eyes shining with a mix of surprise and warmth. She bites her lower lip, considering his request, and then a soft smile spreads across her face. "Yes, Malik," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malik's heart leaps with joy, and he gently cups Hana's face with his hands. He leans in, closing the distance between them, and presses his lips to hers in a tender kiss. The world around them fades away as they share the intimate moment, lost in each other's warmth and affection. "Your lips are so soft and sweet." He tells her, running his finger over her upper lip, "So sweet I need another taste". After a few moments, Malik slowly pulls away, leaving a lingering warmth on Hana's lips. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes sparkle with happiness. He takes her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Thank you, Hana," Malik says, his voice sincere. "That was more wonderful than I ever imagined."
Hana smiles, her gaze locked onto his. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Malik. I've wanted to do that for a long time."
Together, they continue their journey through the dreamscape, their hands entwined. The forest seems to have taken on a magical glow, and every rustle of leaves or songbird's call adds to the enchanting atmosphere.
As they walk, Hana begins to hum softly, her voice melodic and soothing.
Animal Communication
The scene shifted, and they found themselves surrounded by various dream animals—wolves, foxes, and even birds perched in the trees. Hana knelt down, her ninken by her side, and began speaking softly to a fox that had approached them.
"It's amazing how you can connect with them like this," Malik said, admiring her ability to communicate with the animals.
Hana smiled, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and joy. "It's something I've always had a knack for. They're honest creatures, and they understand more than we give them credit for."
Malik leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "You know, with my magic, I can understand all languages—including what animals say. But I usually keep that ability off because, well, most animals are either weird or super mean."
Hana laughed, the sound bright and melodic. "I can imagine! But I think you'd find they have a lot of wisdom to share, too, if you're willing to listen."
Malik grinned, enjoying the easy conversation and the way Hana's presence made the dream world feel so alive.
As they sat down on a patch of soft grass, surrounded by the peaceful sounds of nature, Hana turned to Malik, her expression thoughtful. "Malik, I've enjoyed spending time with you like this. You're different from anyone I've ever met, and I'm interested in getting to know you better."
Malik's smile widened, his heart warming at her words. "I feel the same way, Hana. I'd love to explore this connection between us."
Hana nodded, her eyes meeting his with a sincerity that made his heart skip a beat. "But I'd like to take things slow, get to know each other better before we start dating for real. I want to make sure we build something strong and meaningful."
Malik reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "That sounds perfect to me. I'm in no rush—I just want to spend time with you and see where this leads."
They sat together in comfortable silence, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment. The dream had brought them closer, laying the foundation for a relationship built on mutual respect, care, and a deepening affection.
"So, can I get another kiss?"