138 Mr. Sandman part 8
Sandman Part 15: Gaara
In the silent expanse of the dreamscape, Malik stood beside Gaara in the vast Suna desert. The moonlight bathed the sands in a soft, silvery glow, and the stars above were scattered like glittering jewels across the dark sky. The air was cool and still, the only sound the gentle whisper of the wind shifting the sands.
Desert Stargazing
Gaara, dressed in a flowing white outfit that seemed to be made of the softest fabric, looked different from her usual self. The outfit, simple yet elegant, accentuated her lean, muscular build while giving her an air of gentle grace. The golden locket around her neck glowed faintly, a comforting presence against her skin.
She raised her hand, and the sand around them began to move. With delicate precision, Gaara shaped the sand into constellations that mirrored the stars above. The shapes were intricate and beautiful, each one a testament to Gaara's control and creativity.
As they stood there, Malik couldn't help but notice the tension in Gaara's posture. He reached out, gently touching her shoulder. "You know, you're really incredible, Gaara. Not just because of your power, but because of who you are."
Gaara's teal eyes softened slightly as she glanced at him, but there was still a flicker of uncertainty. "I've done things I'm not proud of. Hurt people… because of what I am. It's hard to see myself the way you do."
Malik smiled warmly. "You're not defined by your past. You're kind, loyal, and you've got a strength that's unmatched. And honestly, I'm lucky to know you."
Gaara's lips twitched into a small smile, but her eyes held a lingering sadness. "But you're getting married to Kankurō. You proposed to her after me, and yet…"
Malik sighed, shaking his head gently. "I'm marrying Kankurō out of duty. I hope love will come with time, but with you, Gaara, it was out of passion. And besides, you never answered my proposal."
Gaara blinked, her eyes widening slightly. The realization hit her, and she looked away, the sand beneath her feet shifting uneasily. "I… I didn't know how to answer. I've never known what it's like to be loved, to be wanted."
Malik stepped closer, taking her hand in his. "You don't have to figure it out all at once. I'm here, and I want to be with you, not because I have to, but because I choose to."
Sand Sculpture Contest
To lighten the mood, Malik suggested a sand sculpture contest. Gaara's artistic side emerged as she began molding the sand with her chakra, creating intricate and delicate sculptures that reflected her innermost thoughts. Malik tried his best to keep up, but his sculptures were simple, almost comical in comparison.
They laughed together, the tension between them easing as they shaped the sand into various forms. Malik marveled at Gaara's skill, her creations telling stories that words couldn't capture.
As they finished, Malik couldn't resist giving Gaara the praise she deserved. "See? You're not just strong, you're also incredibly talented. And on top of all that, you're cute too."
Gaara blushed, her usual stoic demeanor faltering under Malik's genuine admiration. Before he could say anything more, Gaara tackled him into the soft sand, her lips crashing onto his in a passionate kiss. The world around them seemed to disappear as they got lost in each other, the sand cushioning them as they shared a moment of pure, unguarded affection.
When they finally pulled away, Gaara's eyes were softer, the usual intensity tempered with warmth and affection. "Thank you, Malik. For seeing me, for accepting me."
Malik smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Always, Gaara. I'm here for you, no matter what."
While Gaara Lays on top of him, she feels his erection start to grow. Feeling the warmth of Gaara's body on top of him and the weight of her words, Malik's heart swells with emotion. The physical connection between them grows stronger, and he can't deny the attraction he feels. As his arousal grows, he carefully wraps his arms around Gaara, mindful of her feelings.
"Gaara," he begins softly, "I want you to know that I care for you deeply. I respect you, and I'll never push you to do anything you're not comfortable with. But I can't hide the way I feel."
Gaara looks into Malik's eyes, searching for sincerity. Seeing the truth in his gaze, she gives him a small, shy smile. "I trust you, Malik. I'm not ready for anything more right now, but I appreciate your understanding and patience." "Do you mind me pleasuring myself while I watch you set illuminated by the moon-light?" Malik, feeling a little bold, asks Gaara if she would mind if he took care of his own needs while they lay together under the moonlight. He makes sure to phrase it in a respectful way, giving her the option to decline if she feels uncomfortable.
Gaara considers his request for a moment, her gaze never leaving his. After a few seconds, she gives him a small nod, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink. "I don't mind, as long as you're comfortable with it," she replies softly.
Malik smiles, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Gaara for her understanding. He slowly begins to touch himself, taking his time to savor the moment. The sensation of Gaara's body pressed against his, coupled with the beauty of the desert night, creates an intoxicating mix that leaves him feeling both excited and at peace. While he strokes himself furiously with one hand, the other is on Gaara cheek, "Your so damn beautiful, your eyes are so deep and passionate!" Malik's words spill out, sincere and heartfelt, as his fingers gently trace Gaara's cheekbone. Her eyes, so often filled with intensity and determination, shine back at him with a softness he's come to cherish.
The moonlight casts elongated shadows across the sand, creating a dreamlike atmosphere as Malik's passion grows. His heart races with each thrust of his hand, but it's the connection with Gaara that truly fuels his desire.
He can feel Gaara's breath against his neck, her body still pressed against his. The warmth of her presence, combined with the overwhelming emotions of the moment, threaten to overwhelm Malik. With a shudder, he reaches his peak, the intensity of the experience leaving him breathless as he shoots his cum all over the sand and his hand.
After a few moments, he opens his eyes to see Gaara watching him, a curious expression on her face. "Is everything alright?" she asks softly, her teal eyes filled with concern. Malik, still catching his breath, nods and gives her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little overwhelmed, that's all."
He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He then reaches for a nearby sand dune, using it to clean his hand and the remaining evidence of his pleasure. Gaara, not wanting to intrude on his personal moment, turns her gaze back to the starry night sky.
As they lay there, Malik takes a moment to appreciate the beauty of the desert and the woman lying next to him. He can't help but feel grateful for this experience, for the chance to connect with Gaara on a deeper level.
He gently takes Gaara's hand in his, giving it a squeeze. "Thank you, Gaara."
Gaara, still looking up at the stars, turns her head to meet Malik's gaze. "What for?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malik smiles, his heart swelling with affection. "For sharing this moment with me. For being you. I know I said it before, but I really do mean it."
Gaara's cheeks flush a soft pink, and she looks away, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad I could be here for you," she replies quietly. "I've never felt this comfortable around someone before. It's... nice."
As they lay there, the silence between them feels companionable, the tension from earlier replaced by a sense of peace. Malik can't help but feel content, his heart full of warmth and love for this incredible woman. Gaara, lost in her own thoughts, turns her gaze back to the starlit sky. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion. After a few moments, she turns to Malik, a determined look in her eyes.
"Malik, there's something I want to share with you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malik looks at her, his gaze filled with warmth and affection. "Of course, Gaara. Anything."
Gaara hesitates for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I want to... play with myself," she says, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink. "Thinking about this moment, here with you, in my room when I wake up."
Malik's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly recovers, a small smile playing on his lips. "Then go and do it, be free my love." Gaara, encouraged by Malik's response, gently extracts herself from their embrace. She stands up, her body graceful and poised even in the dim light. She takes a few steps away from him, her eyes never leaving his face. Malik watches her, his heart swelling with affection and desire, as she disappears.
As Gaara disappears from view, Malik takes a moment to appreciate the surreal beauty of the desert night. The stars above seem to twinkle just for them, casting a soft, romantic glow over the sand dunes. He can't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the connection he shares with Gaara.
He lies back on the sand, his heart still pounding with excitement and emotion. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, and lets the sound of the gentle wind lull him into a state of peaceful contemplation.
In his mind, he replayes the events of the night, each memory bringing a smile to his face. The way Gaara's eyes softened when he complimented her, the feeling of her hand in his, the passion of their kiss, and the trust she showed in him when she opened up about her desires, "I'm gonna hit that so hard one day."
The dream ended with the image of them lying together in the soft sand, the stars twinkling above, and the bond between them stronger than ever.
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Sandman Part 16: Anko Mitarashi
In the depths of Anko's dream, Malik found himself in a setting that was both exotic and a bit unsettling—a lush, jungle-like environment filled with towering trees and thick vines, the air heavy with the scent of earth and vegetation. It was a place where the shadows seemed to move, as if hiding something more than just the usual forest creatures. "Why is everybody dreaming about forests and jungles?"
Snake Sanctuary
Anko stood beside him, her wild purple hair cascading down her back, wearing a stylish yet practical outfit that mixed her usual mesh bodysuit with a dark, flowing skirt and a leather jacket that hugged her athletic frame. Her purple eyes sparkled with mischief as she led him deeper into the sanctuary.
"I know you promised me a real date, Malik, but this will do for now," Anko said, her voice teasing yet edged with a hint of excitement. "I'll hold you to that second date, though."
Malik chuckled, nodding. "I wouldn't dream of disappointing you, Anko."
They entered a clearing where giant snakes of all colors and sizes slithered around peacefully. Anko moved among them with a confidence that was almost regal, introducing Malik to each serpent as if they were old friends. The snakes responded to her touch, their massive bodies coiling and uncoiling as they acknowledged her presence.
But when Malik began to speak to the snakes in their own hissing language, Anko stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening in surprise. The snakes responded to him, their voices a mix of curiosity and respect, as they shared ancient wisdom and secrets with Malik.
"Impressive," Anko murmured, her expression a mixture of admiration and something else—something deeper. "Not many people can do that."
Malik shrugged with a grin. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. But it's you they trust, Anko. I'm just here for the ride."
Anko's eyes softened, and she smiled at him, the kind of smile that hinted at more than just casual interest.
Spicy Food Challenge
After leaving the snake sanctuary, the dream shifted to a lively outdoor market filled with food stalls and vendors shouting out their wares. The air was thick with the scent of spices and sizzling food. Anko led Malik to a stall that boasted the spiciest chili peppers in the world.
Anko's competitive nature flared up as she pointed to the peppers. "Think you can handle these, Malik? I dare you."
Malik grinned, the challenge lighting up his eyes. "As a proud black man, I can handle any spice you throw at me. But how about this—we both try them, and if I can handle it, you give me a kiss. If you win, I'll give you a big kiss instead."
Anko laughed, a sound full of mischief and excitement. "Deal."
They both took a bite of the fiery peppers, the heat hitting them like a wave. Malik's face remained calm, though his eyes watered slightly. Anko, ever the tough kunoichi, took the spice in stride, though a faint blush spread across her cheeks as the heat kicked in.
After a moment of tense silence, they both burst out laughing, the heat still simmering but the challenge turning into something fun.
"You're something else, Malik," Anko said, still catching her breath. "I guess we both win."
Malik leaned in, his smile warm and inviting. "Looks like we both get a kiss then."
Anko didn't hesitate. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, a kiss that was both sweet and filled with the fiery passion that defined her. When they finally pulled away, there was a new understanding between them, a spark that promised more to come.
As they stood there in the dream market, the spices and heat fading into the background, Malik couldn't help but feel that this first date—dream or not—was the beginning of something special.
"Next time, I'll take you somewhere real," Malik promised, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.
Anko smirked, a glint of affection in her eyes. "You better, or I'll make you regret it."
The market begins to fade, and the surroundings shift again. They find themselves in a serene, moonlit garden. The cool night breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees, and the soft glow of the moon illuminates the path ahead. The scent of jasmine and roses fills the air.
"Ah, this is more like it," Anko says, taking a deep breath and looking up at the night sky. "It's been a while since I've just stopped to enjoy the night."
She turns to Malik, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "So, Mr. Spicy Food Challenge winner, what would you like to do now?"
1. Share a slow dance with Anko, holding her close and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
2. Explore the garden, admiring the various plants and flowers while discussing your favorite types of foliage.
3. Take me right here and now. Malik steps toward her, putting his hand on her hips and pulling her closer, "both 1 and 3 please," as they start to dance, Malik's hand finds Anko's waist, and he gently pulls her closer, their bodies fitting together as they begin to sway to the unheard music in the moonlit garden. The serene atmosphere wraps around them like a comforting blanket, and the gentle breeze rustles through their hair as they dance.
As they move together, Malik's other hand reaches up to caress Anko's cheek, his thumb gently tracing her jawline as he leans in to capture her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed close, and with the gentle dance and the soft glow of the moon, the line between reality and dreams seems to blur.
Pulling away from the kiss, they share a heated look, and Anko's hands find their way to Malik's shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she holds him close, "You won't escape me twice Malik, like a snake hunting a mouse, you're all mine tonight." Anko's words hang in the air, heavy with promise and desire. Her grip on Malik tightens, and she pulls him closer, deepening their dance and the connection between them. The moon continues to shine down on them, bathing them in a soft, silver light that highlights the passion in their eyes.
Malik, for his part, is more than happy to oblige Anko's desires. He leans in again, capturing her lips in another deep, lingering kiss. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their dance becoming more intimate as the night goes on.
As they continue to explore each other's lips and bodies, "Let me see you."
Anko pulls back from the kiss, her eyes shining with desire as she takes a step back and begins to undo the buttons of her leather jacket. She lets it slide off her shoulders, revealing the mesh bodysuit underneath. The material clings to her curves, outlining her toned muscles and the generous curves of her breasts.
She then lifts her arms, exposing her armpits with their thick growth of dark hair. Malik can't help but notice the way Anko's hair contrasts with the smoothness of her skin, adding an extra layer of allure to her already captivating presence.
With a sly smile, Anko then begins to strip off the rest of her clothing, revealing her hairy pussy. The sight of her boldness and confidence sends a thrill through Malik, and he can feel his desire for her growing stronger by the second. As Anko finishes undressing, she stands before Malik in all her glory, her hairy pussy and armpits on display, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. The sight of her is intoxicating, and Malik can't help but feel himself becoming more and more drawn to her.
Without a word, Anko steps closer to Malik, her body pressing against his once again. She reaches up to caress his cheek, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw as she leans in to whisper in his ear.
"I want you, Malik," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I want you to take me right here, right now."
Malik doesn't need any more encouragement. He wraps his arms around Anko, pulling her close as he captures her lips in a passionate kiss. Malik's clothes disappear in a flash of pink and gold light, "How you do want me love?" As Malik's clothes vanish, revealing golden brown toned skin, and soft inviting body, Anko's eyes shine with even more desire. She pulls back from the kiss, her gaze locked onto Malik's as she takes a step back.
"I want you to take me here, against this tree," she says, pointing to a sturdy-looking tree a few feet away. "I want to feel you deep inside me, filling me up completely and I Don't want you to stop until I can't stand anymore either."
Malik nods, his own desire burning brightly in his eyes. He takes Anko's hand, leading her over to the tree. As they reach it, he turns to face her, his hands resting on her hips as he leans in to capture her lips in another deep kiss.
Anko responds eagerly, her body pressed close to his as they kiss, her hard nipples and large soft breasts push on him, As they continue to explore each other's lips and bodies, Malik's hands start to wander, caressing Anko's curves and feeling the softness of her skin. His fingers trace the line of her spine, eliciting a soft moan from her lips, before moving down to cup her generous backside, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Anko breaks the kiss, her breathing heavy as she looks up at Malik with a heated gaze. "I want you now," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
Malik doesn't need any more encouragement. He lifts Anko up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he presses her back against the tree. Her hairy pussy grinds against his hard length, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Malik aligns himself with Anko's entrance, the tip of his erection teasing her wet folds. He looks into her eyes, seeking permission, and Anko nods, her gaze intense and full of desire. Malik takes a deep breath and slowly enters her, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping him.
Anko's head falls back, a soft moan escaping her lips as Malik fills her completely. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as they begin to move together. Their bodies move in sync, the dance they started earlier continuing as they explore each other in this new and intimate way.
Malik's hands roam over Anko's body, feeling the softness of her breasts and the firmness of her muscles. Anko not one to keep her feelings locked up tells Malik how he feels! "You feel so good inside me, Malik," Anko moans, her voice filled with desire. "I've wanted you for so long, and now that you're here, I don't want you to ever stop."
Her words spur Malik on, and he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her. Anko meets each thrust with one of her own, their bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm.
Their breathing quickens, and the sounds of their lovemaking fill the moonlit garden. Anko's moans grow louder, and she pulls Malik closer, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Don't stop, Malik," she pants. "I'm so close, I need to feel you inside me when I come."
Malik grunts in response, his own climax building. He can feel her muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. Pushing deeper into her, they both reach their peak, their bodies shuddering with the force of their release.
As they come down from their high, Malik slows his pace, his breathing heavy and ragged. He presses his forehead against Anko's, their bodies still intimately connected. They share a soft, lingering kiss, their lips brushing against each other as they catch their breath.
"That was the best," Anko whispers, her voice filled with awe. "I've never felt . . . "
Malik smiles, his arms still wrapped around her as he gently lowers her to the ground. He pulls back, his gaze soft as he looks at her. "Neither have I," he admits. "But I want to make sure this isn't just a dream, Anko." As the two of them catch their breath, The way she looked at him, the way she responded to his touch, it all felt so real. Malik wants to hold onto this moment, to make sure it's not just a fleeting dream.
"Anko," he says, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "I know we're in a dream right now, but I want you to know that I'm serious about us. I want to take you on a real date, to get to know you better and explore this connection between us."
Anko looks up at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of emotions. "Malik, I want that too," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "But as you can see I'm still able to stand", she said stroking his hard cock. Anko's words and actions bring a smile to Malik's face. He leans down to kiss her, his hands still exploring her body. "I'm glad to hear that, Anko. Because I don't want this to be just a dream. I want to make this real between us."
As they continue to kiss, Malik can feel his desire for Anko growing once again. He breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy as he looks at her. "Anko, I want you again. Here, now."
Anko's eyes shine with desire as she responds, "Then take me, Malik. I'm all yours."
Malik doesn't hesitate. He lifts Anko up, pressing her back against the tree as he enters her once more. They move together, their bodies fitting perfectly as they explore each other in this intimate dance. "Your bush is so soft Anko, I love it," Malik's words elicit a soft moan from Anko as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The sensation of her hairy mound against him, combined with the warmth of her body, sends waves of pleasure through him. They move together, their pace increasing as they climb towards another peak.
Anko's hands roam over Malik's back, her nails leaving little crescents of pleasure in their wake. "You feel so good inside me," she whispers in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "I never want this to end."
Malik groans in response, his hips bucking as he drives deeper into her. He can feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling him deeper, and he knows he won't last much longer. But he wants to make this moment last, to savor every second of their connection, " Now fuck me like a man fucks his women!" She says biting his ear, Anko's words spur Malik on, and he thrusts into her with renewed vigor. Her dirty talk and the feeling of her hairy mound against him push him over the edge, and he reaches his peak once again. Anko follows closely behind, her body shuddering with pleasure as they both climax together, "You fill me up so good."
As they come down from their high, Malik gently lowers Anko to the ground. They share a slow, lingering kiss, their bodies still intimately connected.
"I want to see you again, Anko. Not just in dreams," Malik says, his voice filled with sincerity.
Anko smiles up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I want that too, Malik," she says, her voice soft.
As the dream begins to fade, Malik holds Anko close, not wanting to let go.
They laughed together, the dream ending with a sense of connection that went beyond the playful banter, hinting at a bond that was only just beginning to grow.