136 Mr. Sandman part 6
Mr. Sandman Part 11
Tenten:
Weapon Forging Workshop: The dream begins in a beautifully crafted smithy, with the warm glow of molten metal casting a golden hue across the room. The forge's heat radiates comfort rather than discomfort, and the sound of hammers striking metal echoes in the air. The room is filled with all manner of weapons—swords, shuriken, and intricate tools of the ninja trade—each one a testament to the art of weapon crafting.
Tenten stands beside Malik, her outfit a mix of traditional and modern—a cute, fitted blacksmith's apron over her usual qipao-style top, which now has short, puffed sleeves and a slight frill at the bottom. The apron accentuates her slender, athletic build, while the ensemble still maintains her sense of style. Her hair is still tied in her signature buns, but there's a light dusting of soot on her cheeks, giving her a charming, down-to-earth appearance.
She smiles warmly at Malik as she hands him a small hammer. "Ready to make something special?" she asks, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Malik nods, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. "Absolutely. Show me how it's done."
Tenten begins by demonstrating how to shape the metal, her movements precise and practiced. She explains each step with patience and care, guiding Malik through the process of forging a kunai. Together, they work in harmony, with Malik carefully following Tenten's instructions.
The process is slow and meticulous, but Tenten's encouraging words keep Malik motivated. She occasionally places her hand over his to help guide his hammer strikes, her touch both gentle and reassuring.
As they finish the kunai, Tenten holds it up to the light, examining it with a critical eye. "Not bad," she says with a grin. "For a first-timer, you've got some serious potential."
Malik smiles back, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Only because I had such a great teacher."
Tenten laughs, a warm, melodious sound that fills the smithy. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Malik."
Archery Contest: The dream shifts to an open field, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. Targets are set up at varying distances, and a gentle breeze rustles through the grass. The atmosphere is lighthearted and competitive, perfect for a friendly archery contest.
Tenten, now dressed in a cute yet practical outfit—a sleeveless top with a short skirt and knee-high boots—looks effortlessly graceful as she holds a beautifully crafted bow. Her brown eyes gleam with determination and playfulness as she notches an arrow and takes aim.
Malik, on the other hand, fumbles a bit with his bow, clearly not as practiced in the art of archery. Tenten offers a supportive smile, her confidence shining through. "Just relax and focus on the target," she advises, her voice calm and steady.
Tenten demonstrates her skills with ease, releasing arrow after arrow with perfect precision. Each one hits the bullseye without fail, showcasing her incredible accuracy and control. Malik, despite his best efforts, struggles to even hit the target, his arrows veering off course or falling short.
But Tenten is nothing if not encouraging. She walks over to Malik, adjusting his stance and helping him line up his shot. "Remember, it's all in the technique," she says, her hands gently guiding his.
When Malik finally manages to hit the target, albeit not the bullseye, Tenten cheers for him with genuine excitement. "That's the spirit!" she exclaims, giving him a playful nudge. "You're getting better already."
Though Tenten wins the contest with flying colors, she's quick to shower Malik with praise and affection. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug. "You did great," she whispers, her voice full of pride and love. "And I'm so glad we got to do this together."
Thank you my love," He said laying on the ground and sliding under her to look up her skirt, she notices this and sets on his face Tenten, caught by surprise, can't help but giggle at Malik's antics. She playfully sets her knee on his chest, blocking his view. "Uh-uh, not so fast," she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "We're supposed to be practicing archery, remember?"
Despite her lighthearted scolding, Tenten's touch remains gentle and affectionate. She ruffles his hair before standing up and offering him a hand. "But hey, if you want to practice something else, I'm open to suggestions," she adds, a playful grin on her face.
As the sun sets, casting long shadows over the field, Tenten and Malik continue their archery practice, their laughter and playful banter filling the air. Malik throughout all of this tries to slip a look up her skirt without using his lucky pervert skill. Tenten, noticing Malik's attempts, shakes her head with a laugh. "You're never going to learn archery like that," she teases, but her tone is affectionate. She takes a step back, giving Malik a clear view of her skirt. "But I'll tell you what, if you can hit the bullseye three times in a row, I'll give you a little reward."
With renewed determination, Malik focuses on the target. He takes a deep breath, releases the arrow, and watches as it soars through the air, landing squarely in the center of the bullseye. He repeats this feat two more times, his confidence growing with each successful shot.
Tenten, true to her word, rewards Malik with a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Well done," she says, her eyes shining with pride. Tenten's lips linger on Malik's cheek for a moment, leaving a warm, gentle imprint. She then steps back, her gaze never leaving his. "You've earned it," she says, her voice filled with admiration as she pulls up her skirt for him to see
Under the skirt, Tenten is wearing a pair of black shorts, with a small, delicate silver charm attached to the waistband. The charm, in the shape of a tiny bow and arrow, glints in the fading sunlight. "Like it?" she asks, a playful smile on her lips. Malik shakes his head, "Of course your where shorts, that actually makes sense."
Despite the competitive nature of their archery contest, the atmosphere between Tenten and Malik remains light and affectionate. They continue to practice, taking turns shooting arrows and offering each other constructive feedback and encouragement.
As the evening sets in, Tenten suggests they take a break and watch the sunset together. They sit down in the grass, their shoulders brushing against each other as they enjoy the peaceful, serene atmosphere.
Tenten leans her head on Malik's shoulder, her hair cascading down like a soft, silky curtain. "Thank you for this." "Of course, your my ninja star queen, plus I love ya and everything," leaning his head on hers, Malik replies, his voice sincere and warm. They sit in comfortable silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange, pink, and purple. The stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky, casting a gentle glow over the field.
Tenten takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the cool evening air. "It's moments like this that I cherish the most," she says, her voice soft and thoughtful. "Just being able to share something as simple as a sunset with someone I care about."
Malik nods, understanding her sentiment entirely. "I feel the same way," he replies, his arm wrapping around Tenten's waist, pulling her closer. They continue to watch the sky, their hearts beating in sync, the moment between them intimate and profound. Malik slips his hand on her chest, "So you don't wear a bra but you wear shorts under your skirt." Tenten giggles at Malik's remark, gently swatting his hand away. "Hey now, that's not what we're focusing on right now," she says, her voice playful but with a hint of seriousness.
"But seriously, I appreciate your appreciation, but let's keep our minds on the task at hand," she adds, giving him a warm smile.
As the night grows deeper, Tenten and Malik continue to share stories and laughter, their bond growing stronger. The sky eventually decides to turn fully dark, "Ok, now we can have sex." She says pulling her top off. "Oh, your so bad, but I get it, wanting to have a full date before the naughty part." Malik says watching her taking it off. Tenten blushes at Malik's comment, but she doesn't protest as she continues to undress. She lays down in the grass, looking up at the starlit sky. "I guess we can't leave the handsome guy hanging," she teases, a playful glint in her eyes.
Malik can't help but smile at her response. He joins her on the grass, lying down beside her as he takes in the beauty of the night sky. The stars twinkle above them like tiny diamonds, casting a gentle glow over their entwined forms.
As they lay there, wrapped up in each other's embrace, Tenten's hand finds its way to Malik's. She intertwines their fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad I have you," she says, her voice soft and sincere. Malik kisses her, then lowers to her small chest sucking on her brown nipples, Tenten lets out a soft moan as Malik's lips find her small breasts. His gentle sucking sends waves of pleasure through her body, causing her back to arch slightly in response. She runs her fingers through his hair, her grip tightening as the sensations intensify.
As they continue to explore each other's bodies under the starlit sky, Tenten's hands wander down Malik's chest, tracing him. She unbuttons his pants, her movements quick and determined. Her hand slips inside, her fingers wrapping around him, gently stroking him.
Malik, in turn, continues to lavish attention on Tenten's breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples, his teeth gently nibbling. He can feel her body trembling beneath him, her breath hitching as she becomes more and more aroused. "Its time I take you, Fully." Malik says pushing his pants off, Tenten nods, her eyes filled with desire. She removes the rest of her clothes, her body bared under the starlight. Malik can't help but admire her, his gaze taking in her curves and the soft glow of her skin.
He positions himself above her, his hands braced on either side of her head. He looks into her eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation. Seeing none, he slowly enters her, "Good Lord your tight today," Malik groans as he bottoms out. Tenten gasps at the intrusion, her body stretching to accommodate him. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. They begin to move together, their bodies in sync as they find a rhythm that's both familiar and new.
The stars above seem to watch over them, casting a soft, dreamy glow on their entwined forms. The night is filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the rustling of the grass beneath them, and the occasional sighs and moans that escape their lips.
Tenten's fingers dig into Malik's back, her nails leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on his skin. He, in turn, kisses her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth as if seeking answers to questions he's long been asking. "Do you want me to go faster?" Malik's question is met with a nod from Tenten. She tightens her legs around him, urging him to increase his pace. He complies, his hips moving faster as he thrusts into her. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and Tenten can feel herself nearing the edge.
The night air is cool against their heated skin, but the friction between them is enough to keep them warm. Their bodies glisten with sweat, a testament to their shared passion.
Tenten's breathing becomes more labored, her gasps and moans growing louder as she approaches her climax. Malik can feel her tightening around him, and he knows she's close. He increases his pace even more, driving deeper into her with each thrust.
Suddenly, Tenten's body tenses, and she cries out in pleasure. "Turn around and get on your stomach, put your ass in the air, so I can take you in your back-door." Tenten, caught up in the heat of the moment, complies with Malik's request. She turns over, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Her breath comes in short, sharp bursts as she anticipates Malik's next move.
Malik takes a moment to admire the view before him. Tenten's body is flushed with arousal, her skin glistening with sweat. He runs his hands over her curves, savoring the feeling of her softness beneath his fingers.
He then parts her cheeks, his fingers tracing the outline of her back entrance. Tenten gasps at the touch, her body trembling with anticipation. Malik applies a bit of pressure, gradually working his finger inside her.
Tenten's breathing hitches as she adjusts to the new sensation. Malik takes his time, ensuring that she's comfortable and ready for more. Once he feels she's ready, Malik removes his finger and replaces it with his member, slowly pushing inside her. Tenten moans as he enters her, her body stretching to accommodate him. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he begins to move.
Their bodies move in unison, the rhythmic motion sending waves of pleasure through them. The night is filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the soft slapping of skin against skin.
As they continue, Malik can feel Tenten's body tightening around him, her climax building. He increases his pace, driving deeper into her. Tenten cries out in pleasure, her orgasm washing over her in waves.
Malik pulls out and starts to jerk off, his hand moving rapidly as he reaches his own climax. He groans, his body tensing as he spills his seed onto Tenten's back.
They both collapse onto the grass, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the force of their lovemaking. Malik wraps his arms around Tenten, pulling her close as they both catch their breath.
The night is still, the only sounds the soft rustling of the grass and their heavy breathing. The stars twinkle above them, casting a soft glow over their entwined forms.
The dream ends with the two of them standing side by side, watching the sun dip below the horizon, their hearts full of joy and contentment.
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Mr. Sandman Part 12
In the dreamscape, Malik found himself standing beside Danzō Shimura, not as participants but as silent observers. The scene unfolded around them like a memory being replayed—a covert Anbu mission from Danzō's past. Malik, though not a fighter, felt the intensity of the moment, the air thick with unspoken tension.
They watched as a younger Danzō moved with precise, calculated movements, her Anbu mask concealing the sharpness of her gaze. She was accompanied by three other female Anbu, each as graceful and lethal as the next. Malik couldn't help but notice how striking they were, their movements a blend of efficiency and elegance. Curious, he leaned closer to Danzō.
"Who are they?" Malik asked, his voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of the unfolding memory.
Danzō glanced at him, her expression unreadable. She didn't respond, simply returning her attention to the mission. Malik could sense that this was not a question she intended to answer.
The mission continued, the Anbu team infiltrating a hidden chamber deep within the bowels of Konoha. The walls were lined with ancient scrolls, each one brimming with secrets that could topple nations. Malik watched as the younger Danzō expertly deciphered the codes, her focus unwavering.
Occasionally, Malik would ask a question, his curiosity piqued by the complexities of the mission. "What's that scroll about?" he asked as Danzō unraveled a particularly intricate one. Her answer was brief, her tone curt.
"Forbidden techniques. Things best left untouched."
Malik nodded, though he felt more like a spectator in a movie than an active participant in the dream. Despite his lack of ninja training, the gravity of the situation wasn't lost on him. He could feel the weight of the decisions being made, the lives that would be affected by the knowledge held within those scrolls.
As the mission progressed, the scene shifted. They were now in a grand, hidden library, the shelves towering high with dusty tomes. Danzō, dressed in a surprisingly elegant dark kimono with silver embroidery, guided Malik through the maze of books. This was where she had learned to implant the Sharingan into her arm, a process that had marked her both physically and mentally.
The younger Danzō moved with an air of familiarity, her fingers tracing the spines of the books with practiced ease. Malik followed, absorbing the gravity of the moment. He could sense the conflict within her, the struggle between duty and the burden of the power she had acquired.
Malik, ever the observer, watched closely. "So this is where it all began," he mused aloud, more to himself than to Danzō.
Danzō, her gaze fixed on a particularly old tome, responded after a moment's silence. "Yes. And it's where I made choices that changed everything."
The memory was vivid, the emotions raw. As they continued through the library, Malik couldn't shake the feeling of awe mixed with a tinge of sorrow. Here was a woman who had sacrificed so much for her village, yet was haunted by the choices she had made.
After a while, Danzō turned to Malik, her expression softened. "These eyes… they are a testament to my loyalty, my duty. But they have also become a burden."
Malik nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was saying. "I know. That's why I wanted to talk to you about them. You don't have to carry this burden alone, Danzō. We can remove them, give you a chance to live without the weight of these secrets."
Danzō hesitated, her gaze dropping to her arm, covered in bandages even in the dream. The thought of removing the Sharingan eyes—each one representing a sacrifice, a piece of her soul—was daunting. But Malik's words offered a strange sense of relief, a possibility of redemption that she had never considered.
After a long pause, Danzō finally spoke, her voice filled with a rare uncertainty. "But what then? What is my purpose if not to serve the village through these means?"
Malik smiled gently, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "You've done a lot, Danzō. Some of it… well, it's hurt a lot of people. But if you want something to do, something that can bring some good, maybe we could start trying for a family. Bringing the Shimura clan back into respect could be a way to atone for the past."
Danzō was taken aback, her eyes widening slightly at the suggestion. The idea of starting a family had never been something she considered, especially not with Malik. Their marriage had been one of duty, a punishment she had accepted. But here he was, offering her a chance to create something positive, to build a future rather than destroy.
"I… I never thought of that," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malik reached out, gently taking her hand. "It's something to think about. You don't have to decide now. But just know that you don't have to carry this burden alone anymore. We're in this together, Danzō."
For the first time, Danzō allowed herself to relax, if only slightly. The idea of starting anew, of focusing on something other than duty and power, was foreign but not unwelcome. She nodded slowly, a hint of resolve returning to her eyes.
"Perhaps… perhaps it's time for a new chapter," she said quietly, her voice carrying a note of hope she hadn't felt in years, "We can talk more when you return to the village."
"Oh!" Malik said stopping half way while pulling his pants down, "Sure we can wait, but so that you know I can get you pregnant through the dream." As Malik's words hang in the air, both he and Danzō are brought back to the reality of their current situation. The dreamscape around them flickers, the scene of the hidden library starting to fade. Danzō looks at Malik, her eyes wide in surprise and a hint of embarrassment.
"I-I hadn't considered that," Danzō stammers, trying to gather her thoughts. "While it is an interesting... proposition, I believe it would be best to discuss such matters once we are both awake and aware of the full implications."
Malik nods, understanding her perspective. "Of course, Danzō. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. Just wanted you to know that there's always a chance for a fresh start, no matter how heavy the burden feels." The dreamscape around Malik and Danzō continues to fade, the grand library disappearing like mist in the morning sun. They both find themselves back in the empty dreamscape, standing beside each other in silence.
Danzō takes a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the now empty horizon. "You're right, Malik. There is always a chance for a fresh start. I will consider your words carefully."
Malik can sense the gratitude in her voice, the relief that comes with knowing that she doesn't have to carry her burden alone. The atmosphere around them feels lighter, the tension that was present during the mission now replaced with a sense of understanding and companionship. "Good, I'm glad!" Malik says. "I'm going to be away for a while, is there any chance you can slide me your panties, so I can finish myself off, think of this as a request from your husband?" Danzō looks at Malik, taken aback by his request. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching his face. Finally, she reaches under her kimono and pulls out a pair of plain, white undergarments. She hands them to him, her expression a mix of embarrassment and resignation.
"I trust this will suffice," she says, her voice steady.
Malik takes the warm undergarments, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thank you, Danzō. I appreciate your understanding."
As he holds the undergarments, he feels a surge of gratitude from Danzō, ("Different but nice,") he thinks eating the feelings, Despite her tough exterior, she has shown a level of vulnerability and trust that he hadn't expected. Malik makes a mental note to tread carefully in the future, to respect her boundaries, and to be there for her as a partner. "Well, Talk later, My wife, good night and sweet dreams," Malik says blowing her a kiss as she fades away from this dream,As the dream began to fade, Malik could see the beginnings of a smile on Danzō's face, a sign that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for her to find peace after all. Malik now find himself alone, pulls his pants down, "Lets do this then." Malik raps the panties around his dick, feeling the warmth and softness of the fabric against his skin. He closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he imagines Danzō standing before him, her kimono slightly open, revealing a hint of her smooth, pale skin. He can almost hear her voice, whispering words of encouragement and support, as if they were truly in this together.
With a few gentle strokes, Malik feels a surge of pleasure building up inside of him. He can feel his heart racing, his breathing becoming more rapid as he reaches his peak. And just as the dreamscape around him begins to fade, Malik lets out a soft moan, his body trembling with the intensity of his release.
Malik's grip tightens around the panties as he reaches his climax, his body shuddering with intense pleasure. He can feel the warmth of his seed spreading through the fabric, soaking it thoroughly. Cum drips down the sides of the undergarments, creating a stark contrast against the white material. Each pulse of his release is accompanied by a soft moan, his breath hitching as he empties himself completely.
Once the waves of pleasure subside, Malik takes a deep, shuddering breath, opening his eyes to find himself back in the empty dreamscape. The now-wet panties still wrapped around his dick, he feels a shared intimate moment with Danzō, even if it was just in a dream, "I'm gonna tear that ass up Danzō, just you wait."