Chapter 191: A Night in Iūky's Room
Malik found himself sitting comfortably in Iūky's room, a space as unique as the woman who lived in it. The walls were adorned with tapestries and framed art that depicted swirling patterns, much like the intricate tattoos covering Iūky's skin. Soft, low lighting illuminated the room, casting shadows that seemed to dance along the wall. The room had an earthy scent mixed with the faint smell of incense, creating a calming atmosphere despite the clutter of books, scrolls, and magical artifacts scattered about.
The centerpiece of the room was a large, low bed covered in plush blankets and pillows, all in mismatched but somehow cohesive colors. A wooden dresser was pushed up against the far wall, its surface crowded with bottles of different shapes and sizes—testaments to Iūky's fondness for a good drink. Her floor was made of rich, dark wood, partially hidden by layers of colorful rugs that added a cozy warmth to the space.
Malik, as usual, wasn't drinking. He preferred to keep a clear head, especially when spending time with Iūky, who was already several drinks deep. She sat cross-legged on the floor, bottles scattered around her, her normally mischievous eyes hazy from the alcohol. Her clothing, always loose-fitting, had become even more relaxed as she indulged herself, her shirt slipping off one shoulder, giving Malik an unintentional view that he certainly appreciated.
Iūky's room was an extension of her personality—chaotic, full of life, and a little wild. Her bed took up most of the space, but a few open books were strewn across the floor, many with notes scribbled in the margins. Various trinkets and magical items, likely relics from her past adventures, littered her desk. In the corner of the room was a tall shelf filled with ancient scrolls, each likely telling a story as colorful as the woman herself.
Malik looked around the room and though to himself, " I really need to start paying more attention to the people that live in my house."
"I've had a day," she said with a drunken laugh, downing another swig of whatever strong alcohol was left in the bottle she held. Malik just smiled, amused at her antics as he picked up one of the empty bottles, curious about what she had been drinking. He noticed the deep blush on her face, a clear sign that she was fully enjoying herself, and her loose clothing was slipping more and more as she drank. Malik couldn't help but admire the sight of her skin and tattoos, each one telling a different story.
"Yeah? Wanna tell me about it?" he asked, watching as she poured herself another drink.
"I handled some of your very boring paperwork, went to the market, nearly got into a fight with a shopkeeper who tried to swindle me, and now I'm here. Celebrating," she slurred, her words losing their sharpness. Her loose clothing gave way to more glimpses of skin, but Malik, being the gentleman he was, simply smiled to himself and kept his thoughts mostly innocent.
Iūky noticed his gaze and smirked. "You like what you see?" she teased, her voice playful but also a little serious. She shuffled closer to him on the floor, her loose shirt slipping off entirely from one shoulder, revealing more of her intricate tattoos that curled down her neck and over her chest.
"Always do," Malik replied with a grin. He reached out and picked up another bottle, reading the label. "Strong stuff," he commented.
Iūky leaned in closer, pressing her body against his back and draping her arms around his shoulders, her breath warm on his neck. "Stronger than me?" she whispered, her voice thick with alcohol. Malik could smell the hard liquor on her breath, but it didn't stop him from turning his head to kiss her, their lips meeting in a slow, deliberate way.
The kiss was brief but enough to send a wave of warmth through Malik's body. Iūky pulled back, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she grabbed his hand and tugged him toward her oversized bed, where she promptly collapsed, pulling him down with her. She snuggled up against him, resting her head on his chest as they lay tangled in the soft blankets.
"I missed this," Iūky murmured, her voice softer now, the alcohol starting to lull her into a more reflective mood. She rested her head against Malik's chest, her fingers idly tracing the lines of his chubby belly. Malik wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.
"What's on your mind?" he asked, running his hand gently through her messy curls. He could feel the weight of something unspoken hanging between them, even through her drunken haze.
Iūky sighed, the mischief in her eyes replaced with a more somber tone. "My sisters," she said after a long pause. "We... haven't spoken in years. I don't even know where they are now. We hated each other, growing up. Still do, probably."
Malik remained quiet, listening carefully. He had known bits and pieces of Iūky's past, but this was the first time she had mentioned her sisters in detail. He gently asked, "Do you want help finding them?"
Iūky didn't respond immediately. Instead, she burped, the sound breaking the serious mood for a moment. She laughed, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "I don't know," she finally whispered, pulling him even closer as if she didn't want to lose the warmth he provided. "Maybe."
Malik kissed the top of her head, knowing better than to push the issue. She would talk when she was ready, and he would be there when she was. For now, she just needed him to stay with her, to be close.
They stayed like that for a while, with Iūky wrapped around Malik, her body pressed against his as they lay on the soft bed. Malik knew that tonight wasn't about grand gestures or deep confessions—it was about simply being there for someone who had always been there for him.
As the night stretched on, Iūky's breathing slowed, and her grip on him loosened. She didn't fall asleep but drifted into a peaceful haze, enjoying the quiet and the comfort of being next to Malik.
"I'll stay as long as you need," Malik whispered, feeling her relax further against him.
And so he did.
Iūky's voice, soft yet sultry, cuts through the quiet of the room. "You know, Malik," she murmurs, her breath warm against his ear, "I've always wondered what it would be like to feel you. All those times we've shared, and I haven't quite had my fill."
She shifts, her hand tracing a path from his chest down to the waistband of his pants. Her fingers tease the fabric, gently tugging it down, exposing the top of his underwear.
"Mmm," she continues, her voice taking on a playful edge, "It's been a while since I tasted her big black cock, why don't you let me catch my memori up?"
Malik's pulse quickens as Iūky's words hang in the air. Malik didn't speak, Allowing Iūky to take control.
Iūky's fingers continue to slip under the waistband of Malik's pants, pulling them down further. She can feel the heat radiating from his skin and the powerful aura that emanates from him. Her other hand reaches around, tracing the outline of his face.
"God, Malik," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "Your body is incredible. Every inch of you is perfection."
Her eyes lock onto his, filled with a mixture of admiration and lust. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she continues her teasing. "Tell me, Malik," she whispers, "have you missed me?"
He nods slowly, unable to find his voice, the intensity of her touch and words overwhelming him. Iūky's confidence only grows as she senses his vulnerability, and she seizes the moment to take control, "Good, Don't speak and I hope you didn't want to sleep tonight beacuse I need you." Iūky then pushed both his pants and underwaer down, giving herself full acess to his hard cock. The room is thick with anticipation as Iūky's hand wraps around Malik's shaft. She squeezes gently, eliciting a low groan from him. Her thumb moves in slow, deliberate circles, spreading the precum that glistens on the tip. She leans forward, her tongue darting out to taste him, savoring his unique flavor.
"Mmm," she moans, her eyes never leaving his. "You taste so good, Malik."
Malik's eyes close as Iūky's mouth engulfs him. Her lips move skillfully, creating a wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm him. Her tongue flicks and swirls, teasing every sensitive spot. Her other hand cups his balls, massaging them gently as she continues to slide her mouth along his length. She feels him shudder at her touch, and a surge of power rushes through her. Her grip tightens, and she increases her tempo, the wet sounds of her mouth mingling with his ragged breaths.
"God, Iūky," he groans, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. "You feel so good."
She pulls back slightly, her lips glistening with his precum. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks up at him. "Good?" she teases, her voice dripping with suggestive innocence. "Just wait."
She dives back in, her mouth working him with renewed fervor. Her hand continues to play with his balls, her fingers delicately tracing patterns that heighten his pleasure. She can sense his climax approaching, and she speeds up, determined to bring him to the brink.
Iūky's teeth close around Malik's sensitive tip, her bite sharp and sudden. He lets out a strangled cry, his release erupting in hot, powerful jets. She pulls back slightly, his semen splattering her face, glistening in the dim light. She smiles up at him, her face glistening, and wipes a bit of cum from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Mmm, just as I remembered," she says, her voice laden with satisfaction. She leans forward, her tongue tracing a path along his shaft, savoring the last of his release. Malik's breathing is ragged, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Iūky's hands are steady, one still holding his now-softening cock while the other glides over his thighs.
Iūky's movements are deliberate as she climbs onto the bed, her body hovering above Malik. Her eyes shine with a predatory glint, a seductive smile playing on her lips. She reaches down, her fingers hooking into the lace of her wet panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. Her dense, black bush is fully exposed, the hair curling in every direction, wet from her own arousal. She tosses the panties aside, her gaze never leaving Malik's face.
"Enjoying the view?" she asks, her voice laced with amusement and desire.
Malik's eyes widen at the sight of her, his breath hitching as he takes in every detail. The room is filled with the scent of their combined arousal, creating an intoxicating mix that seems to heighten every sensation.
Iūky's fingers glide over her slick, hairy mound, parting the folds of her labia with a practiced ease. Her other hand rests on Malik's chest, her nails lightly digging into his skin as she watches his reaction. Her thumb circles her clit, her hips undulating rhythmically. She moans softly, the sound a blend of satisfaction and challenge. Malik's eyes are locked on the intimate dance she's performing, every muscle in his body tensed with anticipation.
She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. "You like that, don't you?" she whispers, her breath warm against his ear. "Watching me touch myself?"
He nods, unable to speak, his throat tight with desire. She smiles, pleased by his response. Her fingers move more quickly, her clit swelling under her touch. Iūky's fingers glide over her slick, hairy mound, the sound of her wetness mingling with her gasps of pleasure. The room is alive with the electric connection between them, every touch and glance charged with an intensity that borders on raw need. Her hips grind against Malik's hardening cock, her wetness seeping onto him, creating a slick connection that makes every movement more intimate.
As she continues to pleasure herself, Iūky's moans grow louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her free hand reaches back, gripping the headboard for support as she rocks her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Malik's eyes are drawn to the erotic display, his own arousal growing with every flick of her fingers.
"You're so beautiful, Iūky." Malik whispers, and thats all Iūky needs and she leans back and sprays her cum all over his chest and face!
Iūky's body arches as she reaches her peak, her fingers working overtime. Her back arches, and she lets out a loud, primal moan as her orgasm courses through her. Her release is a torrent, splattering over Malik's chest and face, coating him in her warm, sticky essence. Her body shudders as the last of her climax subsides, and she collapses forward, her head resting on Malik's shoulder.
Malik's breath hitches as he feels the heat and wetness of Iūky's orgasm. Her cum is a potent mix of pleasure and power, a testament to the intensity of their connection. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer, and whispers reassuring words in her ear as her body relaxes.
Iūky's eyes light up as she sits up, noticing Malik's hard, black cock. Her fingers, still slick with her own wetness, drift down to her clit, teasing and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. Her other hand reaches out, wrapping around his shaft, her grip firm and confident. Malik's breath catches at the sensation of her touch, the warmth and wetness of her hand sending shivers through his body.
"You ready for round two?" she asks, her voice dripping with seduction. Her fingers continue to circle her clit, the rhythm steady and hypnotic. Her hand moves up and down Malik's length in long, slow strokes, her thumb flicking gently over the sensitive tip.
Malik can only nod, unable to form words as his mind is consumed by the intense sensations coursing through him.
The room is filled with the sounds of their synchronized breathing and the slick movements of Iūky's fingers. Her eyes are locked onto Malik, her expression a blend of determination and desire. Her hand continues to work his cock, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge once again.
"Mmm, you feel so good," Iūky murmurs, her voice low and husky. She shifts her position, straddling him fully now, her slick, hairy mound pressing against his hardness. Her fingers continue their relentless rhythm on her clit, the wet sounds filling the room.
Malik's hands explore her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the smooth skin of her back, and the soft, wet hair of her bush. He can feel the heat radiating from her, the intensity of their connection almost overwhelming.
"Iūky need this." Iūky says to herself, draging her nails down Malik's shaft!
Iūky's nails drag down Malik's shaft, sending a rush of sensation through him. She leans forward, her hair forming a curtain around them as her lips find his. The kiss is deep and passionate, their tongues dancing in a frenzy of shared desire.
Her hips start to move in a slow, teasing rhythm, grinding her wet, hairy mound against him. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through them both, and Malik can feel his own desire building with each passing moment.
Iūky breaks the kiss, her breath hot against his ear. "Do you want to feel me? Really feel me?" she whispers, her voice thick with need.
Malik nods, unable to speak, his heart pounding in his chest. Iūky's eyes gleam with a predatory intensity as she shifts her position, positioning herself over his hard cock. Iūky's eyes lock onto Malik's, the heat in her gaze unmistakable. With one swift movement, she guides him inside her, the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him almost overwhelming. She gasps as she lowers herself onto him, the connection between them electrifying.
She begins to ride him slowly at first, her hips moving in a gentle rhythm. Malik's hands grip her hips, pulling her down harder as he meets her thrusts with equal passion. Their bodies move in perfect sync, each movement bringing them closer to the edge. Iūky's hair hangs down, creating a curtain around them as they lose themselves in each other.
Her moans become louder, more fervent, mixing with the sound of their skin slapping together. "Yes, Malik," she breathes, her voice filled with pleasure. "Just like that." Iūky's movements become more urgent, her hips grinding down harder on Malik's cock. Her fingers dig into his chest, her nails leaving faint red marks on his skin. The room is filled with the symphony of their moans and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies.
"Harder," Iūky demands, her voice breathy and full of need. She leans forward, her breasts brushing against Malik's chest, and her hair forming a curtain around them.
Malik responds, thrusting upward with renewed vigor. The bed creaks under their combined weight, the sound mingling with their shared gasps and groans. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear, their connection deepening with each thrust.
Iūky's eyes flutter closed, her breath hitching as she feels herself nearing the edge.
Iūky's body shudders as she feels her climax building. Her fingers tighten around Malik's chest, digging into his skin as if trying to ground herself in the moment. Her hips move with an almost frenzied intensity, driving herself harder onto him.
"Oh, God, Malik," she gasps, her voice trembling. "I'm so close... Don't stop... Please!"
Malik can feel the tension in her body, the way her muscles clench around him. He knows she's close, and he wants to give her what she needs. His own pleasure is secondary to hers, a distant second to the thrill of satisfying this enigmatic woman.
He grips her hips tighter, pulling her down onto him with each thrust, matching her urgency. As Iūky's climax approaches, her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body shuddering with anticipation. Malik's thrusts become more powerful, driven by a primal need to bring her to the peak of pleasure. The bed rocks beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each forceful movement.
Iūky's nails dig into Malik's chest, her grip tightening as she feels the wave of her orgasm begin to crest. Her eyes lock onto his, reflecting a fierce intensity that matches his own.
"Yes, Malik, yes!" she cries out, her voice a desperate plea.
With a final, powerful thrust, Malik drives deep into her, and Iūky's body convulses in an explosive release. Iūky collapses onto Malik, her body spent and sated. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with his. The room is filled with the scent of their exertions, a tangible reminder of their intense connection.
Malik wraps his arms around Iūky, holding her close as their breathing gradually slows. Her body is warm and soft against him, the rhythm of her heartbeat echoing in his ear. Their shared experience hangs heavy in the air, a secret bond between them that only they understand.
"That was incredible," Iūky murmurs, her voice barely audible. She lifts her head to look at Malik, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"I couldn't agree more," Malik responds, his voice tinged with awe. He gently caresses her back, savoring the moment of intimacy, "Do you want me to sleep here tonight?"
Iūky lifts her head, her eyes meeting Malik's with a soft smile on her lips. "I thought you'd never ask," she replies, her voice filled with contentment. She snuggles closer to him, her body relaxing into the comfort of his embrace.
The room is still, filled with the gentle hum of their shared breath and the soft rustle of the bedding. As they lay there, the quietness is a welcome change from the intensity of their earlier encounter. Malik's mind begins to wander, reflecting on the unexpected but profound connection he has formed with Iūky. Her passion, her confidence, and her unapologetic desire have left a lasting impression on him.
Iūky's fingers lightly trace patterns on Malik's chest, her touch sending gentle shivers down his spine.