Chapter 146: The Perfect Spot.
The chilling winds of the Land of Snow whistled through the snow-laden forest as Team 7 stood their ground, facing Dotō Kazahana's elite trio. The air was thick with anticipation, and the tension crackled like the frost beneath their feet. Nadare Rōga, Fubuki Kakuyoku, and Mizore Fuyukuma emerged from the shadows, their chakra armor glinting ominously under the pale light.
Nadare Rōga: The Frost Fang
Nadare Rōga stepped forward, his teal, pupilless eyes gleaming with icy resolve. His long purple hair, tied back into a ponytail, fluttered in the cold breeze as he smirked at the Copy Ninja, Kakashi Hatake. Nadare's chakra armor, a formidable creation, encased him in an almost impenetrable barrier, enhancing his strength and resilience. He launched himself at Kakashi with a flurry of ice-coated fists, his movements fluid like a blizzard's dance.
Kakashi dodged each strike with practiced ease, his Sharingan spinning as he analyzed Nadare's every move. But Nadare was relentless, pressing the attack with a brutal efficiency that spoke of years of battle-hardened experience. His blows were powerful, and each punch sent shockwaves through the air, causing the surrounding ice to crack and shatter.
Fubuki Kakuyoku: The Snow Crane
Fubuki Kakuyoku, her crimson hair standing out starkly against the white landscape, moved with a deadly grace. Her green eyes locked onto Sakura, who stood ready with her chakra-enhanced strength. Fubuki's chakra armor, fitted with wings that allowed her to glide effortlessly, shimmered as she weaved hand seals. Ice spikes erupted from the ground, hurtling towards Sakura with lethal precision.
Sakura met the attack head-on, smashing through the ice with powerful punches. The two women circled each other, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Fubuki's attacks were relentless, her mastery of Ice Release allowing her to summon pillars of ice and flying needles that she controlled with a mere thought. But Sakura was undeterred, her resolve as unyielding as the ice around them.
Mizore Fuyukuma: The Frost Mist
Mizore Fuyukuma, the silent and deadly assassin of the trio, melted into the mist. His large, imposing figure moved with an eerie silence, his presence more felt than seen. Sasuke's Sharingan flared, detecting Mizore's elusive movements, but the shinobi was like a phantom in the snow, his chakra armor amplifying his ability to blend seamlessly with his surroundings.
Mizore's attacks were swift and brutal, his metal arm launching cables that ensnared Sasuke, pulling him into close quarters. Sasuke's chidori crackled to life, cutting through the cables and forcing Mizore to retreat. The mist swirled around them, obscuring vision and masking Mizore's presence, but Sasuke's eyes pierced through the veil, tracking the faintest movements.
Naruto, the ever-resilient shinobi, faced off against Nadare, his rasengan clashing with the frost-enhanced punches. Each impact sent ripples through the snow-covered forest, the sheer force of their battle creating craters in the ground. Kakashi, always the strategist, watched Fubuki's movements closely, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Sakura and Sasuke worked in perfect harmony, their years of training together evident in their seamless coordination. Sakura's strength countered Fubuki's ice attacks, while Sasuke's speed and precision kept Mizore at bay. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, their teamwork the key to their survival in this frozen battlefield.
Kakashi's sharp gaze never left Nadare. He noticed the overreliance on his chakra armor, a common weakness among those who become too confident in their tools. Seeing an opening, Kakashi moved with blinding speed, catching Nadare off guard. He disarmed him with a swift, calculated strike, leaving Nadare momentarily dazed.
Sasuke's chidori pierced through Fubuki's defenses, the crackling energy shattering the icy barriers she had erected. Fubuki gasped, the realization of her impending defeat dawning on her. Sakura rushed to her side, her expression softening. "Why fight for Dotō?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of empathy.
Fubuki's eyes flickered with regret as she whispered, "Duty… honor… twisted loyalty." With that, she launched herself in the air throwing down several snow flashes
Mizore, sensing the tide of battle turning against him, dissolved into the mist once more, retreating into the shadows. He was a ghost, disappearing into the snow-covered landscape, his mission incomplete. Kakashi's eyes narrowed as he watched Mizore vanish, knowing that their paths would cross again.
As the snowflakes settled around them, Team 7 stood victorious. They had protected Yukie—now revealed openly as the true princess—and had overcome Dotō's elite. But the battles ahead were still fraught with danger and intrigue, their journey far from over. The icy winds of the Land of Snow whispered of secrets yet to be uncovered, destinies yet to be fulfilled, and the echoes of a rebellion that would shape the future of this frozen land.
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Team 7 found themselves on a ship cutting through the frigid waters, the cold wind biting at their faces as they sailed to the Land of Snow. The ship's deck creaked under their weight as Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, and Kakashi took a moment to catch their breath.
Naruto was the first to break the silence, his bright blue eyes scanning the horizon. "Man, that was close! But we did it, didn't we?"
Sasuke, ever the brooding type, crossed his arms and leaned against the ship's railing, his dark eyes reflecting the moonlight on the water. "We got away, but we're not out of danger yet," he replied, his voice low and measured.
Sakura, with her pink hair blowing in the wind, stood nearby, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Sasuke's right. We don't know if they're following us or if they'll try something else."
Kakashi, calm as ever, looked over his team with a sense of quiet pride. His Sharingan was covered, and he kept his hands in his pockets as he offered a reassuring smile behind his mask. "We'll be ready for whatever comes next," he said, his voice full of quiet confidence. "But for now, we should focus on getting as far away as possible."
The ship rocked gently with the waves, the sound of the ocean filling the night air. Naruto, always full of energy, was already pacing the deck, his mind racing with thoughts of their next move. "I'm ready for anything! Let them come—we'll take them down!"
Kakashi chuckled softly at Naruto's enthusiasm. "We'll need to stay sharp. This mission isn't over yet."
As the night wore on, the team settled into a quiet routine. Naruto eventually stopped pacing and leaned against the railing beside Sasuke, who remained lost in thought. Sakura, ever watchful, stayed close to Kakashi, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of trouble.
The ship continued its journey, slicing through the dark waters as Team 7 remained on high alert. They knew they couldn't let their guard down, but in the quiet of the night, there was a sense of camaraderie and trust that bound them together, stronger than any threat that might come their way.
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Malik lay in his bed, the warmth of the room gently enveloping him. Next to him, Iūky her mouth around his cock.
Now, as he lay in bed, the events of the night played back in his mind, but they were interrupted by a familiar tug at his consciousness. It was Sakura, calling out to him through their link.
Malik, her voice echoed softly in his mind, tinged with urgency and affection.
Malik gently disentangled himself from Iūky, careful not to disturb her, and focused on the connection.
"Sakura? What's going on?" he asked through the link, his mental voice calm but alert.
"I need you," she responded, her tone carrying a mix of concern and longing that made Malik's heart skip a beat.
He could feel the emotions behind her words—the worry, the need for his presence, and the love that always underlined their connection.
"I'm here," he reassured her, letting his thoughts flow to her, comforting and steady. "Tell me what's wrong." Iūky still working her magic on his dick,
There was a brief pause, and then Sakura's voice came through again, a bit softer this time. "I just... I miss you. And there's something I need to talk to you about."
Malik could feel her hesitation, the way she was trying to find the right words to express what was on her mind. He knew that when Sakura reached out like this, it was important.
"I'm cuming," he replied, making the decision without a second thought. "Just hold on for a moment." Iūky still working her magic on his dick, As Malik's climax overtakes him, he closes his eyes and releases a deep, satisfying groan. Iūky continues to skillfully draw him out, her movements practiced and determined. His body shudders with the release, and he feels a momentary connection to the earth through the sensation of his seed hitting the bedsheets.
Gradually, the intensity fades, and he opens his eyes to find Iūky looking up at him with a satisfied smirk. "Good?" she asks, her voice soothing yet playful.
Malik nods, his breath still uneven as he replies, "Very good. But we have something more pressing to attend to."
Iūky raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What's going on?"
"Sakura needs me," Malik explains, getting ready to enter the dream world.
Iūky's face falls into a pout, her delicate fingers still toying with the soft curves of her body. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she moves in closer, her gaze fixed on Malik's. "Can't it wait?" she murmurs, her voice sultry and inviting. She moves her hands slowly down her sides, drawing attention to her toned form.
Malik feels the pull, the warmth of her body and the seductive allure of her touch. But he knows that when Sakura calls, he must respond. "I'm sorry," he says softly, "but this is something I can't ignore. She's always been there for me, and I owe her the same."
Iūky's pout deepens, but she nods understandingly. "I get it," she says, her tone softening. She steps back, giving him space. "Well its going to take Sakura a second to fall asleep so, how about you ride me until she pulls me in? he says, Malik's words hang in the air, heavy with anticipation. Iūky's eyes light up, and she moves quickly, positioning herself on the bed with her back to him. Her body is a work of art, curvaceous and inviting. She glances over her shoulder, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Is this what you had in mind?" she asks, her voice dripping with honey and seduction.
Malik nods, his gaze locked on the curve of her hips as he approaches. He positions himself behind her, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. With a gentle touch, he guides himself inside her, savoring the sensation of her body welcoming him. Her muscles clench around him, and she lets out a soft gasp of pleasure.
As they move together, Malik keeps one eye on the dream world, ready to be pulled in at any moment. Malik's senses are split between the physical world and the dream realm, experiencing a surreal sensation of duality. As he thrusts into Iūky, feeling the warmth and intimacy of their connection, he is simultaneously aware of the urgency in Sakura's voice, the bond between them pulling him toward the dream world.
Iūky arches her back, pushing against him, her moans blending with the ethereal sounds of the dream world's distant call. She reaches behind, pulling him closer, her fingers digging into his thighs as she matches his rhythm.
Suddenly, the pull from the dream world intensifies, and Malik's mind begins to blur the lines between reality and the dreamscape. He feels a gentle pull, like a tether, drawing him in. He tries to maintain focus, but the urgency and intensity of both worlds are overwhelming. But as an Incubus he spits his mind in two, His mind seems to split, creating two distinct realities, each demanding his full attention. On one side, he's fully engaged in this intimate moment with Iūky, her body hot and responsive to his touch. On the other, he's aware of Sakura's call, her voice pleading for his presence,
Malik's breath hitches as he picks up the pace
"Tell me your close," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "It's time."
Iūky's expression shifts from pure lust to understanding. "Yes, but go faster," she says, her voice softer now. With a renewed sense of urgency, Malik's thrusts become more forceful. The bed creaks under their combined weight, a steady rhythm matching the rapid heartbeats in their chests. The dream world's pull intensifies, and Malik's mind feels like it's being stretched thin, but he refuses to let go of either reality.
His muscles strain with the effort, and sweat begins to form on his brow. "Come on, love," he whispers to Iūky, his voice raw with determination. "Let go with me."
Iūky's body tightens around him, and she reaches up, gripping the headboard for leverage. Her breath comes in gasps as her orgasm builds, the pressure in her body making her whole form shudder. Malik feels her climax through their connection, a wave of warmth that fuels his own release.
Malik experiences a sudden sensation of weightlessness, his mind instantly transported through a vortex of colors and sensations. The dream world envelops him, and he finds himself standing in a serene garden filled with vibrant flowers and a tranquil pond at its center. The air is cool and fragrant, a stark contrast to the fervor he just left behind with Iūky.
As his senses adjust, he looks around, the dreamscape vivid and lifelike. Ahead, he sees a figure kneeling beside the pond, her silhouette unmistakable. It's Sakura, her face illuminated by the moonlight reflecting off the water's surface. Her expression is one of worry and desperation, her eyes pleading.
Malik steps forward still fully naked, his body still pulsing with the aftermath of his climax. His cum shoots all over Sakura As Malik's cum splatters across Sakura's face and chest, she lets out a gasp of surprise, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. The sticky warmth coats her skin, and for a moment, she just stares at him, unsure of what to do or say.
Malik, still caught in the haze of the dual realms, struggles to regain his composure. The dream world's serenity clashes with the intensity of his recent encounter. "Sakura," he begins, his voice shaky as he tries to explain. "I... I didn't mean for this to happen."
Sakura wipes the cum from her face, her eyes locking with his as she puts some in her mouth. "What is this, Malik?" she asks, her voice trembling with lust. "We can do "That" later, for now answer my questions," Sakura's voice is laced with a mixture of anger and desire, her eyes reflecting both confusion and curiosity. She ordered him to set down, and when he did, she step on his still-hard penis with her winter boots.
"Did you know the ninja that attacked us?" She asked stepping down harder.
"Yes, love!" Malik said wiggling around.
"Did you know the one chick with pink hair and big boobs? Because it sure seemed like she knew you." Sakura stated not really asking a question. "Yes, my love, I did." Malik still answered. The pressure from Sakura's boot intensifies, and Malik feels the familiar sting of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. His mind races to form a coherent response.
"Listen, Sakura," Malik begins, trying to steady his voice, "there are things you don't know about me. I was trying to protect you."
Sakura's eyes narrow as she continues to press down on his throbbing member. "Protect me? From what?" she demands, her voice a mix of fury and desperation. "Is that why you've been so distant lately? Because you're hiding something?"
Malik can feel the remnants of his climax ebbing, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. The serene beauty of the dream world contrasts sharply with the raw intensity of this moment. "Your so sexy when your angry," He said to her, Malik's words only seem to enrage Sakura further. Her grip on the boot intensifies as she presses down harder, the pain becoming almost unbearable. "I don't want to hear that right now, Malik!" she snaps, her voice sharp. "I want answers!"
Malik tries to gather his thoughts. "Sakura, I can't tell you everything," he admits, the desperation in his voice evident. "I might or might not know things in the future, I do my best but your safety is always my top priority."
Sakura's expression softens slightly, but her grip remains firm. "Safety?" she echoes, almost to herself. "Do you even realize how much danger you put me in?" "On one of our first dates you told me, as a ninja you put yourself in danger to protect the people, My love, My Cherry Blousm, I would never put you in any danger you could not handle, I would be nothing if I lost you." Sakura's grip on the boot falters, and she releases it slightly, though she doesn't completely let up. Her expression shifts from anger to something more complex, a blend of frustration, sadness, and a flicker of understanding.
"Malik," she says softly, her voice losing some of its earlier edge. "I don't want to lose you either. But you have to understand, keeping secrets from me... it's like a wall between us."
Malik reaches up, gently placing his hand on hers, trying to convey a sense of calm. "I know, and I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice laden with sincerity. "But trust me, if I could tell you everything right now, I would. But the nature of my work... sometimes it's better you don't know." Sakura's eyes search Malik's face, trying to discern the truth from his words. The moonlight casts a soft glow, illuminating her features and making her appear almost ethereal in the tranquil garden. Her touch, when she finally removes her boot from his penis, is gentle now, though the tension still lingers in the air.
"I... I don't know if I can keep doing this," she says, her voice trembling. "I need to trust you, Malik. But how can I when you keep so much from me?"
Malik's heart aches as he sees the pain in her eyes. He pulls her close, enveloping her in a tight embrace. "I understand," he murmurs into her ear. "I know I haven't been fair to you. But please, believe me when I say it's for your own good. I will in the future tell you more, because you asked and I love you, I just hope you still love me." As Malik holds Sakura close, the serene beauty of the dream garden envelops them, momentarily silencing their troubled thoughts. The calm pond at their feet reflects the shimmering moonlight, casting an almost magical glow upon the surrounding flora.
Sakura's breathing is slow and steady against his chest, a silent acknowledgment of their shared connection. She pulls back slightly, looking into his eyes with a mix of uncertainty and affection. "Malik," she begins, her voice softer now, "I do love you. But this secrecy... it's hurting us."
Malik nods, understanding the depth of her words. "I know," he whispers, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb. "And I hate that I'm causing you pain. But I swear to you, my love, one day I'll make it right." Malik rest his forhead on hers, "Trust me, just for a little while longer, ok?" Sakura hesitates, her eyes searching his for any trace of deceit. The soft glow of the moonlight illuminates the pond behind them, reflecting a thousand tiny stars on its surface. The tranquility of the dream world around them contrasts sharply with the turmoil within their hearts.
Malik's gaze never wavers, his expression earnest and sincere. "Please, Sakura," he implores, his voice gentle yet firm. "I need you to trust me. I know it's hard, but I promise, it's for the best."
Sakura closes her eyes, leaning into his embrace as if drawing strength from his touch. "Alright," she murmurs finally. "But know that this isn't easy for me."
Malik feels a wave of relief washes over him. "I know it isn't. But that's enough of that, how about you take your boots off and step on me again, I kinda liked it." Malik's words are met with a soft giggle from Sakura. She releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding and gives him a playful smile. "Oh, you liked it, huh? How about we make this a little more even?" she challenges, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Malik chuckles, feeling the tension between them begin to ease. "Sure thing, my love," he replies, his voice filled with anticipation and affection.
Sakura kicks off her boots and steps closer to him. Her bare feet touch the soft grass, and she takes a moment to gaze up at the star-filled sky. "Let's make a pact," she says, looking into Malik's eyes. "No more secrets, at least not ones that could tear us apart."
Malik's heart swells with emotion. "Deal." Sakura then places her bare feet on his hard black cock. As Sakura's bare feet make contact with his hardening member, a shiver of pleasure courses through Malik's body. Her touch is electric, sending jolts of sensation through his core. He looks up at the moonlit sky, the stars above casting a serene glow over the garden. The tranquility of the moment is only intensified by the intimacy between them.
Sakura's toes curl around his shaft, causing him to gasp slightly. She gives him a coy smile and begins to move her feet in slow, deliberate strokes, her grip firm yet gentle. Malik closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of her bare skin against him, the warmth radiating through his entire body.
"Sakura," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "You feel incredible. You should use your feet more often love." Sakura chuckles softly, her eyes glinting with mischief as she continues her tantalizing strokes. "Well, maybe I just needed the right motivation," she replies, her voice playful yet filled with sincerity.
Malik responds by gently pulling her closer, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance together, a silent promise of the intimacy they share. He savors the way she presses against him, their connection deepening with each heartbeat.
The garden around them seems to fade away, replaced by a world of their own making. The soft rustling of leaves, the gentle lapping of water from the pond, and the distant hoot of an owl create a soothing backdrop for their reunion.
As they break the kiss, Malik whispers, "I love you, Sakura. More than words can say." Sakura's gaze softens, her expression a mix of emotions. "I love you too, Malik," she replies, her voice gentle yet filled with conviction. The weight of her words lingers in the air, a silent promise between them.
The two of them continue to explore each other, their movements slow and deliberate, savoring every touch and every moment. Malik's hands roam over Sakura's back, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath as she presses her body against his. Her fingers trace patterns on his chest, sending shivers down his spine.
Sakura's fingers gently brush through Malik's hair as she speaks softly. "Lay down, Malik." Her voice is playful yet commanding, and he obliges, spreading out on the soft grass beneath them. The cool blades press lightly against his back, offering a refreshing contrast to the heat of the moment. Sakura strips down to her panties.
Sakura stands over him, her body silhouetted against the moonlight. Her curves are illuminated by the soft glow, creating a tantalizing display. With a graceful motion, she straddles his face, her large, round ass hovering just above him. He catches the sweet yet musky scent of her, sending a surge of desire through his body.
Without a word, she lowers herself onto him, enveloping his face with her soft, warm skin. Malik's breath is muffled against the smooth skin of Sakura's thighs. The sensation of her covering him is both thrilling and overwhelming. Her scent fills his senses, a blend of lavender and something uniquely her. He reaches up to caress the firm globes of her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh just slightly.
Sakura moans softly, the vibrations of her voice reverberating through him. She shifts slightly, positioning herself so her wetness hovers just above his mouth. His tongue instinctively darts out, making contact with her moist entrance. She gasps at the sensation, her body trembling as he begins to explore her with gentle, deliberate strokes.
"Yes, Malik," she murmurs, her voice filled with desire. "Just like that." Malik's tongue continues to glide over Sakura's wetness, each stroke eliciting soft moans from her. His fingers dig deeper into the plushness of her ass, spreading her just enough to allow him better access. Her body trembles with each flick of his tongue, the sensation intense and electrifying.
Sakura's breath hitches as Malik's skilled mouth devours her, his tongue expertly exploring every inch of her wetness. His fingers tighten their grip on her ass, pulling her closer, drawing her down onto his face. She grinds gently against him, her movements growing more urgent with every passing moment.
"Oh, Malik," she breathes, her voice laced with pleasure. Her hands find their way into Malik's hair, pulling him closer still as she rides his face. "Yes, like that, don't stop..." Malik's tongue continues its relentless exploration, each stroke bringing Sakura closer to the edge. Her hips move in rhythm with his tongue, her moans growing louder and more intense. The sound of her pleasure fills the air, mingling with the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.
Sakura's grip on Malik's hair tightens as her body shudders with pleasure. "I'm so close, Malik," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her movements become more frantic, her body begging for release.
Malik, driven by her words and the taste of her, redoubles his efforts. His tongue delves deeper, swirling around her sensitive spots with expert precision. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them and their shared passion.
"Yes, yes, right there." Sakura's body shudders violently as she reaches the peak of her pleasure. Her legs clench tightly around Malik's head, pulling him deeper into her as her orgasm sweeps through her like a wave. The sounds of her ecstasy fill the garden, mingling with the chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves.
As her body relaxes, she eases off him, lying down beside him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her skin is flushed with exertion. She turns her head to look at Malik, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection. "Thank you, Malik," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Malik's heart races as he gazes into Sakura's eyes, filled with an intense love. He gently brushes a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender and caring, "Bend over on all fours, I'm going to stretch that ass out." Sakura's eyes widen at Malik's bold words, but there's a spark in them—a mixture of surprise, excitement, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability. She hesitates for just a moment, then nods, her body swaying as she moves into the position he has requested. Her hands support her weight as she leans forward, her legs spread apart and her ass presented perfectly to him.
Malik watches her, his heart pounding in his chest. The moonlight bathes them both in a silvery glow, accentuating every curve and muscle. He can't help but appreciate the beauty of her form, the trust she is placing in him. Gently, he reaches out to touch her, his fingers tracing a soft path from her back down to the round curves of her ass.
"You feel amazing." Malik's fingers continue to explore the soft, warm skin of Sakura's back, tracing intricate patterns as his other hand glides down to rest on her hip. His touch is gentle yet firm, a silent promise of the passion to come. He can feel the heat radiating from her body, mingling with the cool night air to create a tantalizing contrast.
Sakura's breath hitches as Malik's fingers glide over her skin. Her body responds to his touch, goosebumps forming on her arms and legs. She bites her lip, anticipation building inside her as she waits for his next move.
Malik leans in closer, his breath hot against her neck. He whispers softly, "Do you trust me, Sakura?" His voice is filled with a deep, genuine affection, emphasizing the connection between them. Sakura nods slowly, her eyes locked with Malik's. "I trust you, Malik," she whispers back, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
Malik's hands move with a delicate yet firm touch, kneading and caressing the soft flesh of her hips and ass. His fingers slide lower, tracing a path to her wetness, already beginning to glisten in the moonlight. He teases her gently, circling her entrance before dipping inside, drawing out her natural lubrication.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers exploring deeper. Sakura's breath hitches as his touch sends waves of pleasure through her. She arches her back, pressing herself against his hand, her moans becoming more urgent.
"Please," she begs softly, her voice filled with raw desire. "I need more."
Malik's fingers continue to explore the slick folds of Sakura's wetness as he teases her. His touch is deliberate, his thumb brushing circles around her clit, while his other fingers delve deeper, preparing her for what is to come. Her body trembles with each touch, and her breath comes in ragged gasps.
"More," she murmurs, her voice a desperate plea. Her hips move in rhythm with his fingers, her body begging for more intense stimulation.
Malik's fingers glide effortlessly through her wetness, his thumb circling her clit with increasing pressure. Her moans grow louder, mingling with the night air and the rustling of leaves. He can feel her body responding, her muscles contracting around his fingers as she nears another peak of pleasure. Malik's fingers continue their expert manipulation of Sakura's wet, hairy pink pussy. Her breath is hot and heavy against his neck as her body writhes and arches with each stroke of his thumb and the gentle thrusts of his fingers. She reaches back, grasping onto his thighs, pulling him closer as if desperate for more.
"Malik, I want you inside me," she pleads, her voice raw with desire. "All of you."
He smiles, savoring her words and the deep connection they share. His hands leave her for a moment, only to quickly return, this time with his thick, hard cock in hand. The moonlight catches the sheen of her wetness as he positions himself behind her. With a slow, deliberate motion, he guides himself inside her tight, warm ass. The feeling of her body enveloping him is indescribable. Malik can feel her muscles tightening around him, every inch drawing him deeper into her. He pauses for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to his size. Her breath hitches as he presses against her, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Are you okay?" Malik asks, his voice gentle yet filled with concern.
Sakura nods, her voice barely a whisper, "Y-yes... just give me a moment."
Malik waits patiently, his hands resting on her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin and the subtle tremors running through her body. Her initial discomfort soon gives way to a different kind of pleasure, one that is both intense and deeply satisfying. She begins to rock her hips against him, a slow, sensual motion that sends waves of pleasure through both of them. She looks back at him, "Did you get bigger?" Malik's lips curl into a smirk, his eyes dark with desire. "Perhaps," he replies, his voice laced with a playful edge. He thrusts gently, testing the waters, and is rewarded with a gasp from Sakura.
"Oh, Malik..." she breathes, her eyes closed in pleasure as she adjusts to the sensation of him filling her completely.
He moves with a steady, deliberate rhythm, each thrust eliciting soft moans from her lips. His hands grip her hips, pulling her back into him as he drives deeper. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, matching the tempo of their lovemaking. The moonlit garden around them is silent save for the occasional rustle of leaves and their own shared passion.
Sakura's body begins to tremble, her muscles clenching around him as she reaches the brink of ecstasy. As he increased his pace, he ran his hands through her bush, The sensation of Malik's fingers intertwining with the soft, silky hair of Sakura's bush sends thrills of pleasure coursing through her. His touch is tender yet firm, adding another layer of intimacy to their connection. Her body responds instinctively, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.
Malik can feel Sakura's muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to take her fully. He adjusts his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh just enough to let her know how much she excites him. His other hand drifts up, cupping her breast and gently kneading it. Sakura gasps at the sensation, her body shivering with pleasure.
Their lovemaking becomes more intense, their breaths syncing in a harmonious rhythm that echoes the pulsing connection between them. The sensation of Sakura's body clenching around him is nearly overwhelming. Malik's heart pounds in his chest, every beat syncing with the rhythm of their lovemaking. Her moans fill the night air, mingling with the distant howling of a lone wolf. Her skin is slick with sweat, making their bodies slide against each other with tantalizing friction.
Sakura's body arches as she feels her climax building. Each thrust of Malik's hips sends a jolt of pleasure through her, making her gasp and clutch onto the damp grass beneath her. Malik's hand, still cupping her breast, feels the rise and fall of her chest as she nears her peak.
"Malik," she moans, her voice quivering. "I'm so close... Don't stop."
He doesn't. Malik's breath quickens as he continues to drive deeper into Sakura. Her body is trembling, every inch of her skin slick and flushed from the heat of their passion. The garden around them seems to blur, as if the world has narrowed to the space where their bodies meet. His fingers delve deeper into her bush, teasing and exploring the sensitive folds hidden within.
Her moans become more urgent, her breaths intermingling with the soft rustling of leaves. She reaches back, her fingers intertwining with Malik's, as if drawing strength from their connection. His touch, both gentle and firm, sends waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Yes, Malik," she whispers, her voice barely audible against the night air. "Just like that...so deep"
Malik responds by increasing his pace, each thrust more deliberate and powerful than the last. The moon casts a soft glow over the garden, illuminating their entwined figures as they move in perfect harmony. The air is filled with the sound of their shared breaths and the gentle rustling of leaves. Malik's fingers continue their exploration, tracing patterns on Sakura's back, eliciting gasps and soft cries of pleasure.
Sakura's body is on the verge of ecstasy, her muscles tensing and releasing in waves as she nears her peak. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers gripping Malik's as if to anchor herself in the moment. His own pleasure is building, the sensation of her body enveloping him pushing him closer to the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust, Malik feels Sakura's body shudder in climax. Malik pulls out and coats her with his hot spunk, Malik pulls out, releasing his hot seed, which splatters over the small of Sakura's back and lower abdomen. He watches, mesmerized, as it glistens in the moonlight, mingling with the sweat that glistens on her skin. Their breaths mingle, heavy and fulfilled. He reaches out, his fingers trailing gently over the places he just marked, the warm sensation of his essence mingling with the cool night air.
Sakura, still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, lets out a soft sigh. Her eyes are heavy, but they open to meet Malik's. "That never gets old," she murmurs, her voice filled with awe and satisfaction.
Malik leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I couldn't agree more," he whispers, his voice soft and filled with tenderness. As they lay there Sakura turn to Malik, "Is it beacuse she had big boobs?" "No love, I'm an ass man, tits are nice but you can't go wrong with a fat ass, just like your big butt, I love you for many reasons but your ass is 100% helping." As Malik speaks these words, he gently cups Sakura's rear, giving it a playful squeeze that makes her giggle. The sound is light and carefree, a stark contrast to the intensity of their recent passion. She leans into his touch, her body still humming from their lovemaking.
The moon continues to shine down on them, casting a soft glow over the garden. The scent of blooming flowers mingles with the earthy aroma of the damp grass, creating a serene atmosphere that wraps around them like a comforting blanket.
"I love you too, Malik," Sakura says, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Malik smiles, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "You'd manage," he teases gently, running a hand through her hair.
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