135 Mr. Sandman part 5
Flower Shop Adventure:
In the heart of dream Konoha, Malik and Ino find themselves in a quaint, sunlit flower shop. The air is fragrant with the scent of fresh blooms, and the walls are lined with vibrant, colorful flowers. Ino is dressed in a cute, stylish outfit— a lavender sundress that hugs her curves in all the right places and flares out just above her knees. The dress features a delicate floral pattern, perfectly matching her surroundings. Her hair is pulled back into her signature high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wears simple yet elegant sandals, and her outfit is completed with a thin belt that accentuates her slim waist.
As Malik tries to move closer, attempting to hug and kiss her, Ino playfully dodges, shaking her finger at him with a teasing smile. "Not so fast, Malik," she says, her tone light and flirtatious. She guides him to a workbench, where they begin arranging bouquets together. Ino expertly selects flowers, explaining their meanings and the emotions they convey.
Malik, though a bit distracted by Ino's beauty, listens intently, soaking in the knowledge she shares. He notices how her eyes light up when she talks about the language of flowers, a passion she's always had. As they work side by side, the distance between them narrows, but Ino remains just out of reach, maintaining the playful tension.
Mind-Reading Game:
Later, the scene shifts, and they are now in a cozy, secluded corner of the shop, surrounded by flowers. Ino, still wearing her adorable sundress, smiles mischievously as she challenges Malik to a game of mind-reading. She explains the rules: he must locate hidden treasures and answer her questions correctly using the mental connection they share.
Ino's voice drops to a low, husky tone as she leans in slightly, teasing him with the promise of a reward if he succeeds. "If you can find all the treasures and answer all my questions correctly the first time, then maybe… just maybe… you'll get something special," she says, blowing him a playful kiss.
Malik, determined and intrigued, focuses on the game. The telepathic connection allows him to delve into Ino's thoughts, experiencing memories, emotions, and clues she plants along the way. The game is a blend of challenge and intimacy, drawing them closer with each discovery and correct answer.
As Malik navigates through the mental maze, Ino remains elusive, always just out of his reach, but her presence is palpable, her laughter echoing in his mind. The game is both a test and a dance, with Ino guiding him closer to the prize she promises.
As the game progresses, Malik skillfully navigates the mental challenges Ino presents. Each question tests his knowledge of her—her favorite flowers, cherished memories, and the deep bond they share. With each correct answer, Ino's teasing smile grows, and Malik can feel the connection between them strengthen.
The treasures are hidden within dreamscapes of their shared memories: the first time they met, their favorite date spots, moments of quiet intimacy that only they understand. Malik finds each one, guided by the subtle cues Ino leaves in her thoughts. It's a journey through their relationship, a reminder of the depth of their connection.
Finally, Malik uncovers the last treasure—a delicate, glowing flower that represents their love. As he holds it in his hand, the dreamscape shifts, and they find themselves back in the flower shop, surrounded by the soft light of the setting sun filtering through the windows.
Ino stands before him, her playful demeanor now replaced by something more tender. "You've done well, Malik," she says, her voice soft and filled with emotion. She steps closer, this time not dodging his advances but meeting him halfway. "I knew you would."
Malik wraps his arms around her, pulling her close, and this time, Ino doesn't move away. She rests her head on his chest, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The game, the teasing—all of it was leading to this moment.
Ino tilts her head up to look at him, her blue eyes filled with warmth and affection. "You've earned your reward," she whispers, closing the distance between them with a slow, tender kiss. It's a kiss that speaks of promises kept and a future they'll build together.
As they pull back, Ino smiles, her fingers tracing the outline of his face. "I love you, Malik," she says softly, her voice steady and sure. "And I'm so glad we have each other."
Malik, driven by desire and love, carefully wraps his arms around Ino, lifting her off the ground with ease. Her delicate sundress rides up as he cradles her, exposing her toned legs and the lacy edge of her panties. With one hand, he gently cups her ample, firm breasts, each one filling his palm perfectly, their weight a testament to her femininity. Her nipples harden under his touch, straining against the fabric of her dress and her lace bra.
With his other hand, Malik slides her panties down, revealing her smooth, bare skin. The panties are a dainty lace, in a soft shade of pink that matches her sundress, and they slide down her legs with ease. Ino's legs wrap around his waist as he sets her down on the workbench, the cool marble surface a stark contrast to the heat between them. Malik, unable to resist her any longer, positions himself between Ino's legs. He can feel her warmth through the fabric of his pants, and he yearns to be closer. With a fierce passion, he undoes his pants, freeing himself. His length springs free, eager and ready.
Ino, her eyes wide with desire, reaches down to guide him to her entrance. She's wet and ready for him, her body welcoming him in. Malik, with one swift motion, enters her. They both gasp as he fills her completely, their bodies becoming one.
He begins to thrust, each movement deliberate and full of love. Ino's head falls back, her lips parted in a silent moan. Her hands reach up to grip the edge of the workbench, bracing herself against the intensity of their union. Malik slams into her hard, The workbench creaking under the force of their fucking, Ino screams, "Stretch out my tight little pussy, try and make my pussy loose, I fucking dare you!!!" Malik, driven by Ino's passionate challenge, increases his pace, his hips moving with a primal urgency. The workbench creaks and shudders under their combined weight and the intensity of their lovemaking. Ino's eyes are wild with desire, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her body moves in rhythm with Malik's, their lovemaking becoming a dance as old as time itself.
With each thrust, Malik can feel Ino's body yielding to him, her tightness giving way to a delicious warmth. He can feel her muscles contracting around him, pulling him deeper with each movement. The sensation is intoxicating, and Malik finds himself lost in it, his mind filled with nothing but the feel of Ino's body beneath him.
Ino's screams fill the room, echoing off the walls of the flower shop. The scent of flowers mingles with the musk of their lovemaking, creating an intoxicating blend that fills the air. Malik's hips move with a life of their own, driven by a desire that's both primal and deeply personal. Each thrust is a testament to their connection, a proof of the love that binds them together.
Ino's body responds to Malik's rhythm, meeting his thrusts with an eagerness that matches his own. Her legs tighten around him, pulling him deeper into her. Her nails dig into the edge of the workbench, leaving marks that will fade but serve as a reminder of this moment.
Their lovemaking becomes more fervent, their bodies moving in a dance that's both beautiful and raw. The workbench creaks under their combined weight, the sound a rhythmic accompaniment to their lovemaking. As their pace increases, Ino's breath hitches, her body tensing as she nears her peak. Malik can feel her inner muscles fluttering around him, pulling him deeper. He knows she's close, and the thought pushes him closer to the edge.
Ino's eyes lock onto Malik's, her gaze filled with a mix of desire and love. "I'm so close, Malik," she whispers, her voice husky and filled with need. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Malik increases his pace, his hips moving with a fierce urgency. He can feel his own release building, the sensation pooling in his lower belly. He wants to prolong this moment, to savor the feel of Ino's body beneath him, but he knows he can't hold back much longer. Ino's breath hitches as she feels Malik's pace quicken. Her body tenses, her muscles contracting around him, pulling him deeper. She's on the brink, her pleasure building with each thrust. The workbench creaks beneath them, the sound a testament to their shared passion.
"Malik," Ino gasps, her voice filled with need. "I'm going to... I'm going to..." She trails off, her body shaking as she reaches her peak. Her inner muscles clench around Malik, her orgasm rippling through her. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, and it pushes Malik over the edge.
With a groan, Malik finds his release. He pours himself into Ino, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. As the waves of pleasure subside, Malik slowly pulls out of Ino, leaving both of them breathless and satisfied. They share a tender moment, their eyes locked, their bodies still thrumming with the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Ino's sundress is still hiked up, revealing her toned legs and the lacy edge of her panties, which are still pooled around her ankles. She smiles up at Malik, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Wow," she breathes, her voice still husky from their passionate encounter. "That was good."
Malik, still panting slightly, nods his agreement. He helps Ino off the workbench, gently tugging her panties back up and smoothing down her sundress. "I couldn't agree more," he says, his voice filled with emotion. Ino digs into her shaved pussy pulling out three fingers coated in his cum, she looks at him with a playful glint in her eye before bringing her fingers to her lips, seductively sucking them clean. "Mmm, you taste so good," she says, her voice sultry and low. She then leans in, giving Malik a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as she shares his own essence with him.
As they pull away, Malik notices Ino's hand pumping his cock.
Ino, still wearing her adorable sundress, smiles up at you, her eyes filled with love and affection. "Again." In the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking, Ino's hand moves with a slow, deliberate rhythm as she strokes his still-hard length. Her fingers are slick with the remnants of their shared pleasure, and the sensation is both intense and incredibly intimate.
"Again," she murmurs, her voice filled with a sultry promise. "I want to feel you inside me again, Malik."
Her words ignite a fire within him, and he can feel himself growing harder under her touch. He leans in, capturing Ino's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance together as their hands explore each other's bodies, rekindling the passion that had just been sated.
Ino's grip on him tightens, and she guides him back towards her wet entrance on the workbench. This time, there's no hesitation, no teasing.
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Mr. Sandman Part 10
Kiba Inuzuka:
Nighttime Wolf Run: The dream begins in a dense forest bathed in the cool glow of the moon. Malik and Kiba stand side by side as humans, their breaths visible in the crisp night air. The forest is alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant wildlife, creating an exhilarating atmosphere.
Kiba is dressed in a cute, slightly rugged outfit that complements her tomboyish style—a fitted jacket with fur trim, cargo pants, and sturdy boots. The outfit shows off her athletic build and exudes a sense of practicality and comfort. Her wild brown hair is still tied in a ponytail, and her slit-like pupils reflect the excitement in her eyes.
She turns to Malik with a playful grin. "Ready for a run?" she asks, her voice full of excitement.
Malik nods, feeling the thrill of anticipation. "Always."
With a shared glance, they both tap into their inner wildness, and in an instant, they transform into wolves. Kiba's fur is a wild brown, her sharp eyes now even more intense. Malik follows suit, his own form sleek and powerful, (Just go with it, It's a weird Dream). Akamaru, Kiba's faithful canine companion, is by her side, his white fur glowing under the moonlight.
Without another word, Kiba takes off into the forest, her powerful legs propelling her forward with incredible speed. Malik and Akamaru follow close behind, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the wind whips through their fur. They weave through the trees, leaping over fallen logs and splashing through streams, their movements fluid and synchronized.
The thrill of the hunt pulses through their veins, a primal connection to the wild that makes them feel truly alive. Kiba's joyful laughter rings out in Malik's mind, a sound full of freedom and exhilaration. The bond between them is palpable, strengthened by the shared experience of running free in the moonlit forest.
Howling at the Moon: After their exhilarating run, the dream shifts to a high cliff overlooking a vast, starry landscape. The moon hangs low in the sky, its light casting a silver glow over everything. Malik and Kiba, now back in their human forms, sit side by side on the edge of the cliff. Akamaru lies nearby, his head resting on his paws as he watches them with contented eyes.
Kiba, still in her rugged outfit, gazes up at the moon, her expression softening into one of peaceful contemplation. "There's something about the night... It makes everything feel so alive," she says, her voice filled with wonder.
Malik, feeling the same sense of connection to the night, smiles at her. "It really does."
Without warning, Kiba tilts her head back and lets out a long, soulful howl. Malik joins in, their voices harmonizing and echoing across the dream landscape. The sound is powerful, resonating deep within them, a call to the wild that speaks to their shared spirit.
As their voices fade, Kiba looks at Malik, her eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "You know, you're not so bad at this," she teases, nudging him with her shoulder.
Malik laughs, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "I had a good teacher," he replies, his voice warm with affection.
They sit there for a while, enjoying the tranquility of the moment, the bond between them growing stronger with each shared experience, "Come closer so I can kiss you," Malik tells Kiba,
as his gaze lingers on her lips. Kiba doesn't hesitate, leaning into him and pressing her lips against his. The kiss is soft and tender, a silent expression of their feelings for each other. Their bond deepens, a connection that transcends the dream world.
As they pull away, Kiba smiles at Malik, her eyes shining with happiness. "I think I could get used to this," she says, resting her head on his shoulder.
Malik wraps his other arm around her, holding her close. "I'm glad," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and contentment.
The night sky stretches out before them, a canvas filled with stars and possibilities. The dream world is their playground, a place where they can explore their bond and their wildness together. And as they sit there, side by side, they know that they are not alone. "Take it off." Malik tells her, "I want to see you." Kiba raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. She stands up, her figure illuminated by the soft moonlight. She begins to unbutton her jacket, her movements slow and deliberate. With each button, she reveals a little more of her outfit, her wild brown hair cascading over her shoulders.
Once she's finished, she lets the jacket slide off her shoulders, revealing a fitted white shirt underneath. She then starts to undo the laces of her boots, her eyes never leaving Malik's. She kicks off her boots, followed by her socks, revealing her toned legs.
She then turns her attention to her cargo pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. She slowly pushes them down her legs, revealing her black leggings underneath. She steps out of her pants, now standing before Malik in her white shirt, black leggings, and a playful smile. Kiba's white shirt is now the only piece of clothing left, and she grips the hem, lifting it up and over her head in one swift motion. As she tosses it aside, the moonlight illuminates her figure, revealing her natural beauty. Her body is strong and toned, with muscles developed from years of training and running. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, glowing under the soft lunar glow.
As Kiba stands before Malik, she makes no effort to hide her body hair. Her armpits are adorned with a thick, wild bush of hair that matches the wild brown fur of her wolf form. It's a testament to her connection with nature and her inner wildness, a symbol of her confidence and self-acceptance.
Her legs are also covered in hair, which further accentuates her toned physique. "Come closer, so I can make you howl," Malik says with a hungry gaze, taking in the sight of Kiba's bare form. His voice is low and full of desire, sending a shiver down Kiba's spine. She doesn't hesitate, moving closer to Malik until she is standing right in front of him.
He reaches out, gently tracing his fingers over the soft skin of her arm. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through Kiba's body, making her heart race with anticipation. She leans into him, her body molding to his as she feels the heat of his desire.
Malik's hands roam over Kiba's body, exploring every inch of her bare skin. He cups her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands. Kiba gasps as he teases her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they are hard and sensitive. As she uses one hand on her tits he moves the other to play with her bush His fingers delve into the curls at the apex of her thighs, feeling the heat and moisture that betrays her desire. Kiba moans, her hips bucking against his hand as he expertly manipulates her most sensitive areas. His touch is driving her wild, stoking the flames of her passion until they threaten to consume her.
"Malik," she gasps, her voice hoarse with need. "Please."
He responds by sliding a finger inside her, curling it to hit that perfect spot. Kiba cries out, her knees buckling as waves of pleasure wash over her. He continues to stroke her, his thumb circling her clit in time with his thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming, building and building until Kiba can't take it anymore. She falls over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. "How many times do you masterbate a day to the thought of me?" He says pushing his whole hand into her pussy, Kiba's eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as she feels Malik's hand fill her. She's never experienced anything like this before, and the sensation is both intense and exhilarating. She can feel every inch of his hand, the roughness of his fingers, the warmth of his palm. It's as if he's claiming her, marking her as his own.
"Malik," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I can't...it's too much."
But Malik doesn't relent. He continues to move his hand inside her, his thumb still circling her clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and Kiba can feel another orgasm building inside her. She bucks her hips against Malik's hand, her breathing becoming erratic.
"That's it, Kiba." Malik's voice is a low growl in her ear, urging her on. "Let go, surrender to the pleasure."
And Kiba does. She lets out a keening cry as she reaches her peak, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release. Malik holds her close, his hand still buried deep inside her as she comes down from her high. When she finally opens her eyes, she looks at him with a mixture of awe and gratitude.
"I love you," she whispers, her voice still hoarse from her screams of pleasure.
Malik smiles at her, his eyes soft with affection. "I'm glad," he replies, pulling her close for a tender kiss.
As they stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, the night sky stretches out before them, a canvas filled with stars and possibilities. "What about you?" Kiba says feeling his hard dick through his clothes. Malik's breath hitches as Kiba's fingers brush against his arousal. He breaks their kiss, looking into her eyes with a hunger that matches her own. "I want you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kiba's lips curl into a smirk as she undoes the button and zipper of Malik's pants. She slowly pulls them down, revealing his boxers and the bulge that strains against the fabric. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. His hard cock springs free, and Kiba can't help but stare at it with a mixture of desire and fascination.
Malik steps out of his pants and boxers, kicking them aside. He takes a step closer to Kiba, his body pressed against hers. She wraps her hand around his length, feeling the heat and hardness of him. He groans as she starts to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. She explores him with her fingers, tracing the veins that run along his shaft, feeling the bead of moisture that glistens at the tip.
"Kiba," Malik gasps, his voice strained with pleasure.
She smiles, increasing her pace as she continues to pleasure him. She wants to make him feel as good as he made her feel just moments ago. She can feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
Suddenly, he grabs her wrist, stopping her movements. "I want to be inside you," he growls, his voice full of need.
Kiba nods, stepping back to give him room. Malik follows her, his eyes locked on hers. He guides her towards a soft patch of grass, the moonlight casting a silver glow over their intertwined bodies. Gently, he lays her down, his body hovering over hers. Kiba looks up at him, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Malik positions himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against her slick folds. He teases her for a moment, savoring the feeling of her warmth against him. Kiba writhes beneath him, her body begging for more.
Finally, he gives in, thrusting into her with one swift motion. Kiba cries out, her back arching off the ground as she feels him fill her. He starts to move, his thrusts steady and rhythmic. Kiba matches his pace, her hips rising to meet his.
Their lovemaking is passionate, a dance of bodies and souls that leaves them both breathless. As they move together, Kiba wraps her legs around Malik's waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He groans, increasing his pace as he feels her muscles clench around him. The sensation is exquisite, pushing him closer to the edge with each thrust.
Kiba's nails dig into Malik's back, her body tensing as she feels another orgasm building inside her. Malik can feel it too, her inner walls tightening around him in a rhythmic pulse. He grunts, his own release just moments away.
"Where do you want it," He asks her, his voice strained with desire. Kiba's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly regains her composure. "Inside me," she gasps, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
Malik nods, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chases his own release. Kiba feels him swell inside her, the sensation intensifying her own pleasure. Pushing deeper inside her, Malik reaches his peak, his hot seed filling her as they both cry out in ecstasy.
They lie there for a moment, their bodies still intertwined, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. The moon continues to shine down on them, casting a soft glow over their entwined forms. Kiba runs her fingers through Malik's hair, her touch soothing and tender. He nuzzles against her neck, his lips brushing against her skin in a silent expression of love and affection. Kiba sniffed his hair, loving his smell, Feeling content and sated, Malik slowly pulls out of Kiba, lying down next to her on the soft grass. They both gaze up at the moon, their bodies still glowing from their intimate encounter. The cool night air brushes against their skin, sending a shiver down their spines.
"Thank you, you always now how to make things just a little wilder," Malik whispers, breaking the silence.
Kiba turns to him, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding.
Malik smiles, feeling his heart swell with affection, taking her hand in his.
They lie there for a while longer, holding each other close as they bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The night sky stretches out before them, a canvas filled with stars and the promise of tomorrow.