Chapter 197: Dreams of Ice and Love
The frozen lake sparkled under the soft glow of moonlight, the air crisp and cold as snowflakes drifted gently from the sky. Surrounding the lake, a thick forest of frost-covered trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with shimmering ice. In the center of the lake, Fubuki Kakuyoku moved with the grace of a figure skater, her pink hair contrasting starkly against the icy world. She wore a flowing white dress, delicate and ethereal, that fluttered around her as she glided effortlessly across the ice.
Malik watched from the snowy grass at the edge of the lake, a warm smile spreading across his face. Without a word, Fubuki turned towards him, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. She held out a hand, inviting him onto the ice. With a gentle tug, she pulled Malik forward, his feet leaving the solid ground behind as he joined her in the center of the frozen expanse.
Their movements began slowly, Malik finding his balance as Fubuki guided him across the smooth surface. The sensation of gliding was exhilarating, and Malik's laughter echoed in the stillness. Fubuki twirled, pulling him close, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced. She spun gracefully, and he followed, his hands on her waist as they wove an intricate pattern on the ice. There was a quiet intimacy in their silence, a deep understanding communicated through touch and movement.
Malik leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Fubuki's lips. She responded in kind, her kiss tender and lingering. They shared a few more kisses, each one soft and sweet, as if savoring the moments that were far too fleeting. Around them, the moonlight shimmered on the ice, casting long shadows across the lake. The forest stood still, as if respecting their private world, the air filled only with the faint sound of their skates and the occasional whisper of the wind.
As their dance slowed, Malik looked at Fubuki, his gaze filled with longing and affection. "How have you been, my love?" he asked softly, his hands still resting on her waist.
Fubuki shrugged, her expression a mixture of fondness and frustration. "I miss spending time with you," she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "Dreams aren't enough, Malik. I want you with me for real."
Malik's heart ached at her words, and he pulled her closer, but she placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. "If you want time with me, Malik—truly, time with me—it will have to be in person," she said firmly, though her voice remained soft. "Not just in a dream."
He nodded in agreement, a determined look crossing his face. "I promise, Fubuki. I'll make time for you. We'll have our moments, together."
Fubuki's lips curved into a smile, a genuine warmth returning to her eyes. "Good," she said simply. Without another word, she took his hand again and began to pull him into another dance, their feet skimming over the ice. This time, there was a newfound urgency in her movements, as if she was trying to make the most of the time they had in the dream. The snowflakes continued to fall around them, creating a delicate veil that wrapped the world in winter's embrace.
The dreamscape shimmered and seemed to grow brighter as they danced, the frozen lake glowing beneath their feet. Malik felt his heart swell with affection and longing for Fubuki, knowing that the time had come to prioritize her in his waking life. As they spun together on the ice, he could feel the promise of the future between them—one that wasn't just filled with dreams, but with real, shared moments.
When the dance finally ended, they stood facing each other, breathless and flushed. Fubuki's hand lingered in his, her eyes searching his face as if memorizing every detail.
"Don't keep me waiting too long," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft rustling of the wind.
"I won't," Malik replied, his gaze steady and sincere. "I'll see you soon, Fubuki. I promise."
With a final kiss, the dream began to fade, the frozen lake and snowy forest dissolving into darkness. Malik felt himself being pulled away, the cold giving way to warmth as he woke. But even as reality returned, the memory of the dance remained vivid in his mind—a reminder of the promise he had made and the love he was determined to honor.
Malik awoke with a start, the memory of the frozen lake and Fubuki's warmth still fresh in his mind. Determined to turn his dream into reality, he quickly opened a portal within the walls of his shop in the Land of Stone. The shimmering gateway expanded, revealing a glimpse of one of his bakeries in the Land of Snow. Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped through, the cool air of the northern land enveloping him as he emerged.
The bakery was quiet in the early hours, the streets outside blanketed with a soft layer of fresh snow. Malik didn't waste any time; he flew out of the bakery, his body moving effortlessly through the chilly morning air, leaving a faint trail of shimmering light in his wake. He made his way towards the daimyō's fortress, a grand and imposing structure that loomed against the backdrop of snow-covered mountains.
As he approached one of the upper windows, Malik slowed his flight, reaching out to tap gently on the glass. He hovered just outside, the cold air nipping at his cheeks as he waited patiently. It took a few moments, but the curtains finally rustled, and Fubuki appeared on the other side. She was dressed in warm pajamas—a soft, cream-colored set that wrapped snugly around her figure. Her pink hair, usually spiky and wild, was tied back in a loose bun, with a few strands falling around her face.
Fubuki's expression was a mixture of surprise and mild irritation as she opened the window, letting in a gust of cold air. "Malik, what are you doing here?" she scolded, her voice low but exasperated. "I didn't mean right now, you know."
But as her gaze lingered on him, standing there with that familiar, charming smile on his face, her irritation melted away like snow in spring. She couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him, her heart beating a little faster as he hovered at the window, his eyes reflecting the moonlight.
Before she could say another word, she reached out and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into the warmth of the room. Malik barely had time to react before Fubuki wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. The force of it surprised even her, as if all the longing she had been holding back spilled out in that single moment. She deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, feeling his warmth seep into her skin.
Malik's arms wrapped around her, drawing her even nearer as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. The cold of the outside world seemed to fade away, replaced by the heat of their embrace and the softness of Fubuki's touch. She broke the kiss, her breath coming out in short, visible puffs as she rested her forehead against his.
"You really are something, you know that?" she whispered, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Showing up like this… You always know how to surprise me."
Malik chuckled softly, his fingers gently brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "I promised, didn't I?" he murmured, his gaze locked with hers. "And I always keep my promises."
Fubuki's heart fluttered at his words. She gave him one last playful glare before leaning in to kiss him again, softer this time, as though savoring the warmth and closeness they shared.
Fubuki's hand slipped down the collar of her cream-colored pajamas, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons. The fabric parted, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her upper chest and the swell of her generous breasts. Her nipples were already hard, pebbled and sensitive, standing erect beneath the thin fabric.
Malik's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his heart pounding in his chest. Fubuki's confidence and allure were intoxicating, and he couldn't help but be drawn to her. He moved closer, his hands instinctively reaching out to gently cup her breasts, feeling the warmth and softness beneath his fingertips.
Fubuki let out a soft moan, her head tilting back as she closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation of Malik's touch.
As Malik's clothes vanished in a puff of pink smoke, leaving him standing naked before her, he reached out and grabbed Fubuki's large, firm breasts. His fingers traced the curves of her sensitive flesh, causing her to gasp and writhe in pleasure. Her skin was warm and silky, and he could feel her heartbeat quickening beneath his touch.
Fubuki's breath hitched as Malik's fingers moved deftly over her nipples, circling and teasing them until they were even harder, more sensitive than before. She arched her back, pressing herself into his touch, her body trembling with desire. Her large tits filled his hands, and he couldn't help but marvel at their beauty and softness.
"Malik," she whispered, her voice laced with arousal, "you're going to make me come just like that..."
Malik's fingers continued their tantalizing dance, exploring every inch of Fubuki's supple breasts. His touch was firm yet gentle, making her breath catch as pleasure surged through her body. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles around her sensitive nipples.
Fubuki's eyes fluttered shut, her body responding instinctively to Malik's touch. Her breath came in soft, ragged gasps as his hands worked their magic. He leaned in closer, his lips finding her neck and pressing gentle kisses along her delicate skin. His breath was warm against her, sending shivers down her spine.
Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as her body moved in rhythm with Malik's skillful hands.
Fubuki's breathing became ragged, her chest heaving with each breath as Malik's talented fingers continued to coax wave after wave of pleasure from her sensitive body. Her large tits felt swollen and throbbing under his skillful touch, and her nipples were now so sensitive that even the slightest brush of his fingers made her gasp in delight.
Malik could feel her body trembling, the muscles in her legs and back tensing with each new surge of pleasure. He nibbled gently on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin, sending another shiver through her.
"Malik," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, "I want you... inside me."
He didn't need to be asked twice. Malik's hand trailed down Fubuki's body, his fingers slipping between her thighs and finding her slick and ready. Malik's hand moved through her dense hot bush, "If you want me inside you, then take off your PJ bottoms for me, love." Fubuki didn't need a second invitation. Her fingers moved quickly, undoing the ties of her pajama bottoms and pushing the fabric down her legs. She kicked them aside, revealing her glistening sex to Malik's eager gaze.
Malik's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, bare and ready for him. He took a step closer, his body already aching with desire. Her scent, a mix of warmth and sweetness, filled the air between them. He slowly guided himself into her, feeling her heat envelop him completely.
Fubuki let out a soft moan as Malik entered her, her body welcoming him with a tight, delicious grip. He began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, their bodies melding together in a dance as old as time.
Fubuki's eyes locked onto Malik's, her gaze intense and filled with a mixture of longing and desire. "Malik," she whispered, her voice strained with pleasure, "it's been a while since we've done this... I'm going to cum so soon."
Her words fueled Malik's desire even further. His thrusts became more deliberate, each one drawing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. Fubuki's body trembled under him, her muscles tightening around his member as she neared her peak. He could feel her building toward release, her breaths coming in ragged pants, her nails digging into his back.
Malik leaned in, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. The taste of her was intoxicating, and he reveled in the way their bodies moved in perfect harmony. "Don't worry Fubuki, you cum, don't worry about me!" Malik tells her as he moves faster inside her.
Fubuki's body was a whirlwind of sensation, each thrust from Malik pushing her closer to the edge. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breath hitching as she let out a series of soft, uncontrollable moans. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his back as her body shuddered with pleasure.
Malik felt her muscles contract around him, signaling the beginning of her release. He quickened his pace, wanting to give her every ounce of pleasure she deserved. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and her body trembled in his arms as she reached her climax.
As Fubuki's orgasm washed over her, she arched her back, her body convulsing with ecstasy. Malik held her close, savoring the feeling of her coming undone in his arms.
Malik felt Fubuki's orgasm envelop his cock, her muscles gripping and releasing him in waves of warmth. Her body trembled with pleasure, and her gasps of delight filled the air. He slowed his thrusts, allowing her to ride out the waves of her climax, reveling in the feeling of her around him.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and still-burning desire. She bit her lip, her breath still coming in rapid, shallow breaths. "Malik, that was incredible," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her release.
He smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, love," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He began to move again, slowly and deliberately, savoring every moment of their intimacy.
"But I still need to fill you up with my seed," Malik whispered into Fubuki's ear, his voice filled with determination and desire. His fingers traced down her neck and over her breasts, sending shivers through her body. She responded by tightening her legs around him, pulling him even closer.
"Yes, Malik," Fubuki breathed, her voice barely audible as she arched her back to meet him. "I want to feel you come inside me."
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, driven by mutual desire and passion. Each thrust from Malik was met with a soft, encouraging moan from Fubuki. Her skin was flushed and dewy with sweat, and her eyes shone with a mixture of love and lust.
Malik's heart pounded in his chest, driven by the intensity of their lovemaking.
"How much have you missed me, my love?" Malik murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Fubuki's spine. "How many times have you played with your hairy pussy thinking of me? Tell me!"
Fubuki's cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coloring her face. "So much, Malik," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I've missed you terribly. Every night, I would touch myself, imagining your hands on me, your lips on my body... It felt like an eternity until I could be with you again."
Her confession only fueled Malik's desire. He leaned in closer, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples.
As Malik kissed Fubuki deeply, his hands continued to explore her body, tracing a path down her sides and back up to her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she moaned into his mouth. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest, mirroring his own excitement.
Malik's fingers teased and pinched at her nipples, drawing gasps of pleasure from Fubuki. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pressing her hot, wet center more firmly against him. "You have no idea how much I've craved this, Malik," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I needed you so badly."
Their bodies moved together with increasing urgency, driven by a primal rhythm that seemed to transcend time and space. Malik's thrusts grew more powerful, each one pushing her closer to the brink of ecstasy.
Malik's thrusts became increasingly fervent, driven by a primal desire that ignited both their passions. Fubuki met him with equal fervor, her body quivering with anticipation. Their skin glistened with sweat, reflecting the flickering candlelight that cast elongated shadows on the walls.
"I've wanted you for so long," Malik groaned, his voice deep and raw with emotion. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I've dreamt of this moment, of being inside you like this again."
Fubuki's breath hitched as his words sent a shiver through her. She could feel the intense heat of his body, the strength of his muscles beneath her hands, and the raw power of his thrusts that left her breathless.
Malik could feel the intensity of his climax building, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. Fubuki's body was a living, breathing testament to their passion, and her moans filled the room with a symphony of desire.
His fingers gripped her hips, pulling her closer as his thrusts became more urgent. The world around them seemed to blur, the only thing that mattered was the connection between them. With one final, powerful thrust, Malik felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure. He let out a guttural cry as he came deep inside Fubuki, filling her with warmth and release.
Fubuki gasped as she felt him spill his seed within her. Her muscles clenched around him, milking every last drop, and she moaned in delight at the sensation. Their bodies moved in a perfect dance, each breath synchronizing with the other's.
The two spent the next few hours together, the fortress growing quiet around them as the night continued to pass. They sat close by the fire, sharing whispered conversations and soft laughter, their hands never parting as they spoke of dreams, plans, and everything in between. It was a precious, stolen moment, just for them—away from the duties of the outside world, surrounded by the gentle warmth of their love.
Malik knew he would have to return to his responsibilities soon, but for now, he had Fubuki in his arms, and that was all that mattered.