Chapter 242: Malik's Visits
The fortress hummed with its usual blend of mechanical groans and eerie stillness as Malik strolled through its corridors. He had just left Lord Haido's chamber after delivering the final piece of the Gelel tablet, and though the weight of the mission lingered, Malik's mind was already turning to other matters. There were people he needed to see, allies he needed to check on—each one a critical piece of the chessboard he was steadily arranging.
(Visit 1: Kiyomi "The Tempest" Matsuda)
Malik found Kiyomi in their private quarters, her presence commanding the room with an air of elegance and strength. She wore a sleek, minimalist outfit that hugged her curves, accentuating her figure while maintaining an air of sophistication. The outfit was adorned with intricate wind-themed motifs, swirling patterns that seemed to dance across the fabric, reflecting her connection to the element.
The top of her outfit was designed to provide ample support for her very large bosom, with reinforced seams and a carefully tailored fit that ensured both comfort and style. The neckline was modest yet flattering, drawing attention to her graceful collarbone and the delicate chain of a pendant that rested there.
Her sleeves were long and fitted, tapering down to her wrists where they flared out slightly, reminiscent of the flowing wind. The fabric shimmered subtly in the light, giving the impression of movement even when she stood still. The bottom half of her outfit consisted of sleek, high-waisted pants that allowed for ease of movement, perfect for a warrior like Kiyomi.
As she stood by the window, her silver hair cascaded down her back like a river of moonlight, catching the light and adding to her ethereal beauty. The Tempest Blade leaned against the wall nearby, its edge shimmering faintly, as if anticipating its next battle. Kiyomi's eyes, sharp and focused, gazed out at the horizon, lost in thought.
Malik couldn't help but admire her strength and grace, feeling a sense of awe and respect for the woman who stood before him. She was a force to be reckoned with, both on and off the battlefield, and he was grateful to have her by his side.
"Kiyomi," Malik called softly, leaning against the doorframe with a casual smile.
She turned, her piercing grey eyes locking onto his. "Malik. Done playing diplomat with Haido?"
He chuckled, stepping inside. "For now. I thought I'd check on my favorite storm before the real tempest begins."
Kiyomi rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a faint smile. "I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."
"Of course I do," Malik said, his tone light but sincere. He gestured to the blade. "How's the Tempest Blade holding up?"
"As sharp as ever," she replied, her hand brushing the weapon's hilt. "And so am I."
Malik's gaze softened. "I know. But even the fiercest storms need a calm moment. Stay ready, Kiyomi. Things are about to get a lot more complicated."
She nodded, her expression resolute. "I'll protect you, Malik. No matter what."
"Thank you, Kiyomi, as always but I need you to give me your panties, I put this off long enough," he said gesturing to her.
Kiyomi raised an eyebrow at Malik's sudden request, but she didn't hesitate. She stepped forward, her hands going to the waistband of her sleek, high-waisted pants. With a swift, graceful motion, she slid them down, revealing her long, toned legs and the warm, damp panties that clung to her skin.
Malik's eyes flicked down, taking in the sight of her hairy pussy, the thick and dense silver pubic hair glistening with her arousal. He could smell the musky scent of her, feel the heat radiating from her body. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric, feeling the warmth, the dampness, the evidence of her desire.
She stepped closer, her voice low and sultry as she whispered in his ear, "Do you like what you see, Malik?"
He nodded, his voice rough with desire. "Yes, Kiyomi. Very much."
She smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she stepped back, pulling her pants up, covering her hairy pussy once more. "Then I hope you enjoy them," she said, her voice soft, her eyes filled with love, with trust, with desire.
Malik took the panties, his fingers wrapping around the warm, damp fabric, feeling the heat, the dampness, the evidence of her love. He looked at her, at the trust in her eyes, at the love, at the desire. And he knew, he knew that he had her, that she was his, that she trusted him, that she loved him.
As he walked away, the panties clutched tightly in his hand, he couldn't help but smile. He had 20 pairs now, 20 pairs of underwear from people who loved him deeply. And with that, he had completed a quest, a quest that would grant him a new skill, a skill that he knew would be invaluable in the battles to come.
He looked down at the panties, at the warm, damp fabric, at the musky scent that clung to them. And he knew, he knew that he was one step closer to his goal, one step closer to protecting those he loved, one step closer to victory.
As the panties vanished into light, a notification dinged on his phone.
Malik pulled out his phone, his fingers tapping on the screen to access his skill list. As the new skill popped up, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He read the description aloud, "Golem Creation, level 12. Allows me to create and animate golems from various materials for combat or labor purposes." He looked up from his phone, his eyes meeting Kiyomi's.
"You know," he said, a smirk playing on his lips, "I've always wanted to try something with this new skill." He gestured for her to turn around. "Why don't you pull your pants down a little, get on all fours for me?"
Kiyomi raised an eyebrow, a playful smile spreading across her face. "Oh, really? And what exactly did you have in mind?"
Malik grinned, tucking his phone away. He reached down, palming his hardening cock through his pants. "I was thinking I could use some... practice with my new skill." He unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down, his cock springing free. He gave it a few slow strokes, watching as Kiyomi's eyes widened, her pupils dilating with desire.
She turned around, her voice sultry as she said, "Well, I wouldn't want you to waste your new skill." She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down just enough to expose her hairy pussy. She got on all fours, looking back at him over her shoulder.
Malik stepped closer, his heart pounding in his chest. He ran his hands over her ass, feeling the soft, warm skin. He lined himself up with her entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pushed inside her, inch by slow inch.
Kiyomi gasped, her fingers curling into the ground as he filled her. "Fuck, Malik," she moaned, "You're so big."
He groaned in response, pulling back before slamming into her again. "You feel incredible, Kiyomi," he said, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. He set a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
Kiyomi's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each thrust. "Harder, Malik," she begged, "Fuck me harder."
Malik obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with enough force to make her ass jiggle. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, wanting to make this last.
"Come inside me, Malik," Kiyomi moaned, "Fill me up."
Those words were his undoing. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Kiyomi cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Malik collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat. He kissed her shoulder, his voice soft as he said, "Thank you, Kiyomi. That was... incredible."
She smiled, looking back at him. "Anytime, Malik. Anytime", she wiggled a little with him still inside her, "Did you use your new skill?"
"No, but I'm about to," he said with a wicked smile.
Visit 2: Ranke Alstrade
Ranke was in the training hall, her armor gleaming under the harsh lights as she ran drills against a set of mechanical dummies. Sparks flew with each impact, her movements sharp and aggressive.
Malik watched from the doorway, arms crossed and a teasing grin on his face. "You're going to wear yourself out before the real fight, ShortStack."
Ranke froze mid-swing, her light-violet eyes narrowing as she turned to him. "Don't call me that!" she snapped, though the flush on her cheeks betrayed her.
He strolled closer, his grin widening. "I couldn't resist. You're too cute when you're annoyed."
Ranke huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want, Malik?"
"To see how my favorite lightning bolt is doing," he replied smoothly. "You're always so serious. I thought I'd remind you to save some of that energy for when it counts."
She glared at him but couldn't hide the slight upward twitch of her lips. "I'll be fine. You, on the other hand…"
"Don't worry about me," Malik said, patting her shoulder. "You've got my back, right?"
Ranke rolled her eyes but nodded. "Yeah. Always."
Malik leaned in, his hands cupping Ranke's face, his lips pressing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She tensed at first, surprised by his sudden affection, but soon melted into him, her body softening, her arms wrapping around his neck.
As they pulled away, he grinned, his hands already moving to her armor. "Too many layers, Ranke," he murmured, his fingers deftly undoing the clasps and buckles. The armor fell to the ground with a clatter, leaving her in a tight black bodysuit that hugged her curves.
Malik's hands didn't stop there. He hooked his fingers under the hem of her bodysuit, pulling it down and off her body in one smooth motion. She gasped, her body tensing again, but he held her gaze, his eyes filled with desire and love.
"You're sweaty," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let me help you cool down."
His hands found her breasts, large and firm, and he squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, already hard from their kiss. She moaned, her head falling back, her body arching into his touch.
Malik took his time, exploring every inch of her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, his lips following suit. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, his hands never stopping their gentle massage.
Ranke's breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing under his touch. "Malik," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and desire. "What, my sweet little lighting bolt?" he asked, his voice soft.
She blushed, her eyes darting away. "You... you don't have to call me that either," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled, his thumbs continuing their slow circles around her nipples. "Why not? It's cute. And it makes you blush."
She glared at him, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her. "Shut up," she muttered, but there was no venom in her voice.
Malik just laughed, his hands continuing their sensuous dance on her body. "You love it," he teased, his lips finding hers again.
And she did. She loved his teasing, his affection, his touch. She loved him. And as they continued to explore each other, their bodies pressed together, their love for each other grew stronger, their bond deepening with each touch, each kiss.
Ranke, her breath still ragged from their make-out session, pushed Malik gently onto the floor. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with surprise and anticipation. She smirked, her light-violet eyes gleaming with mischief as she knelt between his legs.
Without hesitation, she reached into his pants, her hand wrapping around his still-soft cock. She pulled it out, her eyes gleaming as she looked at it, her tongue darting out to lick the tip. Malik groaned, his hips bucking slightly at the contact.
"Not so fast," she murmured, her voice low and husky. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, tasting him, teasing him.
Malik's breath hitched, his hands gripping her hair as she took more of him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue and lips working in tandem. He could feel himself hardening, his cock throbbing with desire, with need.
But Ranke had other plans. She pulled back, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she looked down at his now-hard cock. "Not yet," she whispered, her hands moving to her breasts, large and firm, sweat glistening on her skin.
She pressed them together, creating a soft, warm cleavage, and guided his cock into it. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she moved her breasts up and down, her hands gripping them, squeezing them, creating friction.
The sensation was incredible, the softness of her breasts, the warmth, the wetness as she licked and sucked his cock, her hands moving in tandem with her mouth. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Ranke looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and desire as she took him deeper, her tongue and lips working in tandem, her breasts moving in time with her mouth. And when he came, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing
Malik groaned as his orgasm washed over him, his body convulsing as he came, his cock pulsing inside Ranke's warm, wet mouth. She moaned, her hands gripping his hips, her tongue and lips working in tandem, taking all of him, swallowing every drop.
But she wasn't done with him yet. As he finished, she pulled back, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she looked down at her cum-covered breasts. They glistened in the harsh lights of the training hall, his semen coating her large, firm mounds, dripping down her skin.
Malik watched, his breath still ragged, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and mischief as she pushed her cum-covered breasts into his face.
"Taste yourself," she whispered, her voice low and husky. He groaned, his hands gripping her hair as he licked and sucked her breasts, his tongue tasting his own cum, mixed with her sweat and the musky scent of her arousal.
She moaned, her body writhing as he continued to lick and suck, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her closer, his hard cock pressing against her entrance. She reached down, her hands guiding him inside her, her body convulsing as he entered her, her pussy clenching around him, her body accepting him, welcoming him.
They moved together, their bodies pressed against each other, their desire, their passion, their love, consuming them. He could feel it, feel her body convulsing around him, feel the heat of her, the wetness, the tightness as they came together, their bodies convulsing.
Visit 3: Kamira Valenci
Kamira's chambers were dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of exotic incense. She lounged on a plush chaise, her turquoise armor replaced with a flowing robe that accentuated her curves. Her reddish eyes sparkled with mischief as she saw Malik enter.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite troublemaker," she purred, sitting up and resting her chin on her hand. "What brings you here, handsome?"
Malik smirked, taking a seat across from her. "Just checking on you, Kamira. Can't have my favorite illusionist feeling neglected."
Kamira chuckled, her laugh soft and lilting. "Oh, I'm never neglected. But I appreciate the visit." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, Malik. What are you really up to?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he teased, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off his vest. "Let's just say I'm keeping all my pieces in play."
Kamira grinned, leaning back lazily. "Just don't get yourself killed, sweetie. I'd hate to lose my favorite distraction."
As Malik stands up, he notices Kamira's gaze following the line of his body, a playful smirk still tugging at the corners of her lips. She raises an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of challenge. "Distraction, hmm? Perhaps I should remind you of a little trick I've been practicing." His fingers twitch, and suddenly, the room around them seems to blur and shift.
As Malik's fingers twitch, the room is suddenly filled with swirling smoke, creating an air of mystery and allure. The chains wrapped around Kamira's arms and legs materialize from the smoky haze, binding her to the plush chaise. Her eyes widen in surprise, but the glint of amusement and challenge remains.
Malik, seizing the opportunity, approaches Kamira, a smoldering look in his eyes. He gently pushes her flowing robe aside, revealing her smooth, glistening inner thighs. His fingers trace a path along her soft skin, causing her to shiver in anticipation.
Kamira's breath hitches as Malik's mouth descends upon her wet, waiting pussy. His tongue darts out, exploring and tasting her most intimate of places. With each skilled stroke, Kamira's body writhes against her bindings, moans of pleasure escaping her lips. She runs her fingers through Malik's hair, urging him closer. The chains rattle softly as she tests their strength, the sound blending with her passionate sighs and gasps.
Her reddish eyes glaze over, fixed on the swirling patterns in the smoke that have now transformed into beautiful, abstract illusions. Each undulation and pulse of her climax seems to reverberate throughout the room, enhancing her magical illusions. The enchanting, otherworldly atmosphere stimulates Malik as much as Kamira's tantalizing body, providing a depth to their encounter unmatched by mere physical desire alone.
Malik can feel the throbbing of her core increase and senses that her release is drawing near. As Kamira's moans grow more intense, Malik redoubles his efforts, his tongue exploring her even more fervently. Her thighs tremble against his cheeks, and he can feel her growing tension. The smoke around them twists and undulates, creating a mesmerizing dance that mirrors their own passionate movements.
Suddenly, Kamira arches her back, crying out as she reaches her climax. Her body shudders, chains rattling as waves of pleasure course through her. Malik continues to pleasure her through the peak of her release, drawing out the exquisite sensations for as long as possible.
As the intensity of the moment begins to ebb, Kamira sags against the chaise, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes are still glazed over, lost in the hypnotic illusions that surround them. Malik stands, her mouth still wet and hot with her juices, he leans over her, pressing his lips into her, giving her another chance to know what she tastes like. As Malik's lips meet Kamira's, she eagerly responds, their tongues entwining in a passionate kiss. The taste of her own essence on his lips sends a jolt of desire through her, and she pulls him closer, her arms straining against the chains that bind her.
The room is still filled with swirling smoke, creating an intimate and mysterious atmosphere. The chains rattle softly, adding a sensual edge to their restrained lovemaking. Kamira's robe remains pushed aside, baring her glistening, satisfied pussy to Malik's gaze.
Malik breaks the kiss, leaving Kamira panting and desperate for more. He begins to trail kisses down her neck, his lips finding sensitive spots that elicit soft gasps and moans from her. Kamira's back arches, her body eager for more of Malik's touch. "You taste so sweet Kamira," Malik tells her as he reaches up to pull down the top of her robe to reveal her large breasts. Malik's words send a shiver down Kamira's spine, and her breasts spill free from the opened fabric. Her rosy nipples stiffen in the cool air, eager for Malik's attentions. His lips capture one taut peak, his tongue swirling around it while he gently bites down, drawing a throaty moan from Kamira.
The chains wrapped around her arms and legs rattle softly with her movements, and the sounds only serve to heighten the erotic scene unfolding. She writhes within her constraints, her breasts jiggling and her pussy throbbing as Malik teases her with his talented mouth. His tongue flicks over her other nipple, making sure to lavish equal attention upon both erect peaks before resuming his delicious assault upon the first.
"You're always so greedy, love." Kamira manages to gasp out between moans, her voice husky with desire. "Well, you've always been good at making me so..."
Malik's lips curl into a smirk as he continues to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between licking, sucking, and gently nibbling. He can feel Kamira's heart pounding against his lips, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her reddish eyes, now even more glazed with pleasure, flicker with renewed excitement as Malik's free hand begins to wander. He traces a path down her quivering stomach, stopping just above the junction of her thighs. Teasingly, he tickles her inner thigh, making her squirm in her restraints.
Kamira's pussy is still wet from Malik's earlier ministrations, and she throbs with anticipation. "Do you want me to stuff you full with my black cock or slide in some of my fingers, Kamira?" Malik asks before bitting down on one of her nipples. Malik's voice is low and sensual, his words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Kamira's core. She considers his question for a moment, her breath hitching as his teeth graze her sensitive nipple. Finally, she whispers her answer, her voice barely audible. "Fingers first, I want to savor every inch of you."
Malik's smoldering gaze meets hers for a brief moment before he complies, his fingers teasingly circling her slick entrance. Kamira bites her lip, anticipation building as she waits for his touch. With a gentle press, he slides two fingers inside her, curling them in a way that makes her moan with pleasure.
He begins to explore her, his fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drives her wild.
Visit 4: Fugai Kurogane
Malik found Fugai in the armory, inspecting her weapons with meticulous care. She was back in her armor, her light brown hair tied up, her violet eyes sharp and focused.
"Still on edge, Fugai?" Malik asked, leaning against the doorframe.
She glanced at him, her lips curving into a smirk. "Always. You never know when someone's going to try something stupid."
Malik chuckled, stepping closer. "True. But for now, you can relax. The mission was a success."
Fugai's expression softened slightly, though her posture remained tense. "Doesn't mean we're in the clear. Haido's not one to let his guard down."
"And neither are you," Malik said, his tone gentle. He placed a hand on her shoulder, meeting her gaze. "Just… don't forget to breathe. You've earned it."
Fugai hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But don't think this means I'm letting my guard down."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Malik replied, his smile warm, "But how about you let your armor down instead."
Fugai rolls her eyes dramatically at Malik's suggestion, a smirk playing on her lips. "Fine, if it will make you happy," she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She begins to unbuckle her armor, the sound of metal clinking against metal echoing in the armory. With each piece she removes, her light brown hair tumbles down her back in disarray, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead.
Underneath her armor, she wears a tight black body suit that leaves little to the imagination. As she peels it off, her generous curves are revealed, her giant breasts bouncing out with a jiggle. Her skin is tanned and marked with various scars, a testament to her many battles.
Fugai then moves on to removing her undergarments, revealing her hairy bush between her legs. She seems utterly unabashed by her nudity, her body hairy in all the right places, including her armpits which are clearly visible now. Her muscular thighs and calves reflect the years of physical training she has undergone. As she finishes undressing, she towers over Malik, a picture of strength and confidence despite her earlier guarded demeanor. The contrast between the fierce warrior Fugai and the vulnerable, hairy woman she is in this moment is striking. She looks at him, her violet eyes filled with a hint of amusement, as if daring him to comment on her appearance. "Don't be like that Fugai, you know I love your body," He said to her his fingers running through her thick and dense pubic hair to fluff it out. Fugai raises an eyebrow at Malik's comment, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Oh, do you now?" she says, her tone still laced with sarcasm. She doesn't move away from his touch, instead standing still as he runs his fingers through her pubic hair. The contrast between the softness of her hair and the roughness of her calloused hands is apparent.
Her body is a map of battles fought and won, each scar telling a story of its own. Her armpits are hairy, a testament to her lack of concern for societal norms. She is unapologetically herself, unafraid to show her vulnerability in front of Malik.
As Malik continues to explore her body, Fugai's smirk falters, replaced by a look of pure enjoyment
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Malik drops to his knees in front of Fugai, looking up at her with a suggestive smile. Before she can react, he leans forward and presses his face into her hairy pussy, inhaling her unique scent. Fugai's breath hitches as she feels Malik's tongue dart out, tracing a path along her delicate folds. She grips his shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she struggles to remain standing.
Malik expertly explores her with his tongue, each stroke eliciting a shiver from Fugai. His stubble rasps against her inner thighs, adding a rough texture to the sensation of his mouth on her. Her hairy pussy is warm and wet, glistening with arousal as Malik licks and sucks, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Fugai's legs tremble as Malik continues to pleasure her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She can feel the heat pooling in her belly, building up to a crescendo of pleasure. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against Malik's face as he expertly brings her closer to the edge.
Her hairy pussy is slick with arousal, the smell of her desire filling the air. Malik's stubble scrapes against her inner thighs, sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers tighten in his hair as she feels the first stirrings of an orgasm, her breath hitching in her throat.
With one final flick of his tongue against her clit, Fugai comes undone, her legs buckling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. Malik catches Fugai as she collapses, holding her steady as she trembles in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her hairy pussy is still slick with arousal, her legs shaking as she tries to regain her composure.
Malik helps Fugai to a nearby bench, easing her down onto it gently. She sighs contentedly, her head lolling back as she closes her eyes. Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath, her breasts heaving as she recovers from her release.
Malik takes a seat next to her, his hand resting on her thigh. He can feel the heat radiating from her skin, the muscle tense and strong beneath his fingertips. He looks at her, admiration and affection clear in his gaze.
Fugai opens her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she catches Malik looking at her.
Fugai grabs Malik's face, leaning in to kiss him, Her lips meet his in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger born of their mutual desire. Her hands run through his hair, pulling him closer as she deepens the kiss.
Malik responds eagerly, his hands roaming over her body as he savors the taste of her. Her hairy pussy is still slick with arousal, a testament to the intensity of her orgasm.
Their kiss is filled with a raw, primal energy, a connection that goes beyond the physical. Despite their differences, they are united in their shared experiences and their love for each other.
As they break apart, Fugai looks at Malik with a tender expression. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
Malik smiles, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "Anytime, my love," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity.
With a teasing grin, Malik raises Fugai's arm, exposing the hairy jungle beneath. His eyes glint with mischief as he leans in, pressing his lips against the soft skin of her armpit. Fugai jumps at the contact, her eyes going wide with surprise. Malik's face tickles her sensitive skin as he sucks and licks the hairy expanse, leaving a trail of saliva behind.
Fugai's armpits are a dense forest of hair, dark and thick. The smell of her natural musk fills Malik's senses, sending his heart racing. He nibbles at her skin, teasing her as he explores every inch of her hairy pit. Fugai squirms and giggles, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Malik takes his time, licking her armpits, while reaching down to take out his hard black penis, still in his pants, to jerk himself off. Fugai's laughter fills the armory, her body shaking with each giggle. She tries to push Malik away, but he's too strong, holding her arm steady as he continues to explore her hairy armpits. Her skin is salty and warm, a stark contrast to the cool metal of her armor that still lies scattered on the floor.
Malik's own arousal is growing, his hard black penis straining against his pants. He uses one hand to continue jerking himself off, the other still occupied with Fugai's armpit. Her hair is soft and curly, tickling his nose as he sucks and licks.
Fugai's giggles turn into moans as Malik's tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot. She arches her back, her breath hitching in her throat. Her body is flushed, her nipples hard and erect. Malik finally stops licking, only to look her in the face, "Press your arm against the sides of your body, I'm going to then slide my hard dick between and start humping your armpit."
Fugai raises an eyebrow at Malik's suggestion, but does as he asks, pressing her arm against the side of her body. Malik positions himself between her, his hard black penis sliding easily between the soft flesh of her armpit. He begins to hump her slowly, the sensation of her hairy armpit against his sensitive skin sending shivers down his spine.
Fugai's eyes widen as she feels Malik's hard penis against her armpit. She can feel the heat radiating from him, the sensation both strange and arousing. She watches as Malik starts to hump her, his movements becoming more urgent with each thrust.
The sound of their heavy breathing fills the armory, punctuated by the wet slap of Malik's hips against Fugai's arm. Malik's thrusts become faster and more urgent as he feels his climax building. His grip on Fugai's arm tightens, pulling her closer as he humps her armpit with abandon. Fugai can feel Malik's hard penis pulsing against her skin, his arousal evident in the wetness seeping through her arm.
With a final thrust, Malik reaches his peak, his hot release spilling into Fugai's armpit. She gasps at the sudden warmth, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
Malik slows down, his breath coming in short gasps. He looks down at Fugai, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness. He pulls out, his softening penis leaving a trail of dampness on Fugai's arm.
Fugai looks at him, her expression softening, "You are a strange man Malik, very strange." "I bet you still love me though," he said fixing her long brown hair. Fugai can't help but chuckle at Malik's words, her violet eyes shining with amusement. "You're lucky I do," she replies, a playful smile on her lips. She leans back against the bench, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Malik grins, his hand still resting on Fugai's thigh. He knows he's found something special in her, and he's grateful every day for the chance to be with her. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I know," he says, his voice filled with warmth.
Fugai closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of Malik's lips on her skin. She knows she can always count on him, no matter what challenges they may face.
As Malik Leaves
As Malik exited the armory, his thoughts turned inward. Each of these women had their strengths, their loyalties, their vulnerabilities. They were his allies, his protectors—and, in their own ways, his friends. Yet the weight of their trust was a heavy burden, one he couldn't afford to drop.
The fortress loomed around him, its metallic walls echoing with the hum of impending conflict. Whatever lay ahead, Malik knew he wouldn't face it alone.