140 Mr. Sandman part 10
Mr. Sandman Part 19
Forbidden Garden: In the dream, Malik finds himself in a lush, overgrown garden within one of Orochimaru's hidden laboratories. The air is thick with the scent of exotic, rare plants, many of which have strange, glowing properties. Snakes of various sizes slither through the foliage, their scales shimmering in the dim light. Orochimaru, dressed in a sleek, elegant kimono with an intricate serpent pattern, guides him through the garden, her hand resting lightly on his arm.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she murmurs, her voice soft and almost hypnotic. "These plants… they hold secrets, just as you do."
Malik, aware of the underlying tension in the atmosphere, nods, choosing his words carefully. "It's impressive, Orochimaru. You've created something… unique."
As they walk, Orochimaru explains the properties of the plants, how some can enhance life, while others can take it away in an instant. They discuss forbidden jutsu, the pursuit of immortality, and the cost of such knowledge. Orochimaru's fascination with the subject is evident, but Malik remains cautious, knowing that her motives are far from pure.
Cuddling: The scene shifts to a large, opulent bed draped in silk sheets. Orochimaru, still in her elegant kimono, wraps her body around Malik, her long limbs coiling like a serpent. Despite the unsettling intimacy, Malik remains calm, allowing the moment to happen without resistance.
Orochimaru's head rests on his chest, her deep yellow eyes gazing up at him with a mix of affection and possessiveness. "You know, Malik, you fascinate me," she whispers, her voice laced with an almost playful tone. "So much potential… so many secrets."
Malik doesn't respond immediately, choosing to remain silent as Orochimaru continues to hold him close. The warmth of her body against his is both comforting and unnerving, a reminder of the dangerous line he walks in their relationship. As Orochimaru's warm breath tickles his chest, Malik finally speaks, his voice steady and measured. "I appreciate your interest, Orochimaru, but I can't forget the cost of such knowledge. It's not something I'm willing to pay."
Orochimaru chuckles softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Malik's arm. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Malik. The cost is already paid, in full. You just don't realize it yet."
Her words hang heavy in the air, filling Malik with a sense of dread. He tries to sit up, but Orochimaru's grip tightens, her body coiling around him like a vice.
"You can't escape your destiny, Malik," she murmurs, her voice taking on a more serious tone.
Orochimaru's grip around Malik tightens further as she moves her body against him, pressing her two snake-like futa cock against his waist. The twin hemipenes are long and slender, glistening with a slick, venomous-looking substance. They writhe and pulse with a life of their own, as if eager to claim him.
"Orochimaru, what are you doing?" Malik asks, his voice tense with a mix of fear and confusion.
"Just claiming what's rightfully mine, Malik. You are a part of my grand plan, whether you like it or not," Orochimaru responds, her voice filled with a dark, seductive tone.
Her futa cocks press harder against Malik, their tips leaving sticky trails of venom on his clothes. Orochimaru's futa cocks continue to squirm and coil around Malik, their movements both mesmerizing and unnerving. The venomous-looking substance glistening on their tips seems to pulse with a life of its own, hinting at the dangerous power contained within.
"Orochimaru, I'm not just a pawn in your game," Malik protests, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fear and uncertainty coursing through him.
"Ah, but you are, Malik. You always have been," Orochimaru replies, her tone smooth and unyielding. "You have a power inside you, a power that I need to complete my research. And I will stop at nothing to claim it."
Her grip around him tightens further, the twin hemipenes pressing harder against his waist.
Orochimaru's lips meet Malik's in a deep, passionate kiss, her forked tongue snaking into his mouth. The taste of her is intoxicating, a mix of exotic flowers and a hint of something darker, something more dangerous. As she kisses him, she continues to rub her snake-like futa cocks against him, the venomous-looking substance on their tips leaving sticky trails on his clothes.
The sensation is strange and unsettling, the dual hemipenes moving with a life of their own as they press and coil around him. The feeling of their venomous-looking tips against his skin is a constant reminder of the danger he is in, of the power and control Orochimaru wields over him.
Malik can feel the dual cocks growing harder and more insistent, their movements becoming more urgent as they try to claim him.
Orochimaru breaks the kiss, her eyes gleaming with a fierce passion. "I love you, Malik," she whispers, her voice filled with an intensity that sends shivers down his spine. "You are the key to my success, the missing piece in my research. And I will do anything to claim you, to claim your power."
As she speaks, her snake-like futa cocks pulse and twitch, their tips releasing streams of sticky, venomous spunk. The viscous fluid splatters against Malik's chest and face, coating him in a slick, slimy layer. The sensation is both revolting and exhilarating, a reminder of the dangerous game he is caught up in.
Orochimaru's body shudders with pleasure as she cums hard, her snake cocks throbbing and pulsing with an intense, almost primal energy. as Orochimaru's climax reaches its peak, the two snake-like futa cocks shooting their venomous load with a force that leaves him breathless. The viscous fluid covers his chest and face, its slimy texture a stark contrast to the softness of her body pressed against his.
As Orochimaru's spasms subside, she pulls back, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. The twin hemipenes still twitch and pulse, leaving sticky trails of venom on your clothes as they slide against his skin.
"You see, Malik," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are already mine, whether you choose to accept it or not."
Her words hang heavy in the air, filling him with a sense of dread and unease.
Orochimaru's hand trails down Malik's body, moving with a seductive, almost predatory grace. She deftly undoes his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his growing arousal. Her fingers wrap around his length, her grip firm and confident. She strokes him slowly, her eyes never leaving his as she speaks. "I know you feel it too, Malik. The connection between us, the pull. It's undeniable."
She shifts her position, moving so that she is straddling him. Her snake-like futa cocks press against his thighs, their tips still glistening with venom. She guides him into her, her pussy slick and hot around his length. She moans softly as she sinks down onto him, her body fitting around his like a glove. Orochimaru starts to move her hips, grinding herself against Malik in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The feeling of her slick, wet heat around him is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. At the same time, she continues to stroke his cock with one hand, while the other moves to her own snake-like futa cocks, jerking them off with a practiced ease.
The sight of Orochimaru touching herself like this is both erotic and unnerving, a reminder of the dangerous power she holds over him. Her snake cocks glisten with a mix of venom and their own arousal, their movements becoming more urgent as she brings herself closer to climax.
Despite the fear and uncertainty coursing through him, Malik can't deny the attraction he feels towards Orochimaru. "Your a freack but I think I love that about you," As he says this he feels her pussy squeeze around him, Orochimaru's eyes light up at Malik's confession, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "I knew it," she murmurs, her voice filled with a triumphant tone. "You can't resist the pull, Malik. You're mine."
She continues to move her hips, grinding herself against him with a fierce intensity. Her pussy feels like a vice around him, tight and hot and demanding. With each thrust, she milks him, her muscles working in a rhythm that is both maddening and exhilarating.
At the same time, she continues to jerk off her snake-like futa cocks, her movements becoming more urgent as she brings herself closer to climax. Orochimaru's snake cocks are stiff and pulsating, the venomous-looking substance on their tips glistening in the dim light of the room. She strokes them with a practiced ease, her movements becoming faster and more urgent as she feels herself nearing the edge.
The sensation of her pussy clenching around him, combined with the sight of her pleasuring herself, is almost too much for Malik to handle. He can feel his own release building, his body tensing as he fights to hold back.
But Orochimaru seems to sense his struggle, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. "Let go, Malik," she whispers, her voice a low purr. "Give in to the pleasure, and claim your destiny."
With those words, Malik can no longer resist. With a loud moan, Malik lets go, his orgasm washing over him in waves of intense pleasure. His seed spills into Orochimaru, mixing with her own arousal as she continues to ride him, her movements becoming more frenzied and desperate.
At the same time, her snake-like futa cocks spasm and jerk in her hands, releasing another stream of venomous spunk that splatters against his chest and face.
As their climax subsides, Orochimaru slows her movements, her body slick with sweat and exertion. She leans down to kiss him again, her lips soft and tender against his. "Mine," she whispers, her voice filled with a fierce possessiveness.
As the dream fades, Malik knows that while Orochimaru's intentions may be shrouded in darkness, he must remain vigilant, always aware of the delicate balance between them.
"I feel kinda weird," he said to himself, feeling like something was wrong with his body.
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Mr. Sandman Part 20
Medical Research Expedition
In the dream, Malik found himself in a grand library, its endless shelves filled with ancient scrolls and medical texts. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and ink, and the only sound was the soft rustling of pages as Kabuto moved between the shelves. Her silver-gray hair was tied back, and her glasses caught the dim light, reflecting a cold, calculated intelligence.
She was dressed in a dark blue sleeveless turtleneck and black shorts, with a signature white coat draped over her shoulders. Malik watched her with a soft smile, admiring the way she moved with such precision and focus.
Kabuto seemed to be aware of his presence but chose to ignore him, fully engrossed in her research. Malik walked up to her, his curiosity piqued by the text she was studying. "What are you reading?" he asked casually, leaning slightly to peek at the pages.
Kabuto barely spared him a glance, her voice calm and collected. "Medical texts on advanced chakra flow and regeneration techniques. It's not something you'd understand."
Malik chuckled, undeterred by her cold response. "I might surprise you, you know. I may not have chakra, but I can appreciate the brilliance of your work."
She paused for a moment, her fingers lingering on the page, before turning back to her reading. Malik could sense her internal struggle, her conflicting emotions hidden behind her composed exterior.
Chakra Control Meditation
The scene shifted, and they were now in a serene meditation chamber. The walls were adorned with intricate designs, and the air was filled with a soft, calming energy. Kabuto sat cross-legged on a cushion, her eyes closed as she focused on her chakra.
Malik sat across from her, watching her with a gentle smile. He found her dedication and intensity captivating. Even in her moments of stillness, there was a quiet strength about her.
After a while, Kabuto opened her eyes and met his gaze. "You're not supposed to just watch," she said, her voice tinged with mild irritation.
Malik grinned, leaning back on his hands. "I can't help it. You're so cute when you're focused."
Kabuto's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glared at him, clearly flustered. "Stop being ridiculous. This is serious training."
Malik chuckled, enjoying the rare sight of her blushing. "Alright, alright. But you know, I'm not going anywhere until you give me a kiss."
Kabuto's eyes widened, and she immediately turned away, her heart racing. She refused to acknowledge the growing feelings she had for him, knowing that allowing herself to fall would make her vulnerable. "You're impossible," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malik's smile softened as he leaned in slightly, his voice gentle. "I know you're struggling, Kabuto. But you don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you."
Kabuto clenched her fists, fighting the urge to give in. But she couldn't let herself be weak. With a determined effort, she forced him out of her dream, the force of her will pushing him away.
As Malik faded from her dream, Kabuto sat alone in the meditation chamber, her emotions swirling within her. She knew she couldn't resist him forever, but for now, she had to stay strong. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. But the warmth of his presence lingered, and she knew that her resolve was slowly crumbling.
In the back of her mind, she knew it was only a matter of time before she let her guard down and allowed herself to fall.