章 188: Chapter 184: Homecomings and Bonds (Neji Hyūga)(Tenten)
Chapter 184: Homecomings and Bonds (Neji Hyūga)(Tenten)
It didn't take long for Malik to soar back to the Hidden Leaf Village atop GrubGrub. The village sprawled beneath him, peaceful and bustling with life. From the sky, he scanned for what he was looking for, quickly spotting the Hyūga clan's training courtyard. With a grin, he leaped off GrubGrub's back, free-falling towards the earth. The wind rushed past him as he zeroed in on the training ground below, where Neji and her uncle Hiashi were locked in a sparring match.
As Malik neared the ground, he slowed his fall with a bit of magic, gently landing in the courtyard. Hiashi noticed Malik's arrival and, with a calm nod, ended the sparring session. "That's enough for today," he said to Neji.
Neji wiped the sweat from her brow and nodded in acknowledgment, her long, dark brown hair slick with sweat from the intense training. Without even turning to look at Malik, she said coolly, "I'm going to take a bath." She began to walk away, her posture regal yet fatigued. Just as she reached the exit, she snapped her fingers and commanded, "Follow me, husband."
Malik chuckled at her words, enjoying the way Neji referred to him as her husband, despite them still being engaged. He followed her, grinning as he watched her lithe yet curvaceous figure move gracefully. Her large bosom, glistening with sweat, bounced slightly with each step. Malik couldn't help but admire her beauty, his love for Neji clear in his eyes as they made their way to the isolated bathhouse.
The bathhouse was a serene oasis within the bustling compound. Steamy vapors filled the air, mingling with the soft, fragrant scent of incense. As Neji opened the door, she revealed a spacious room with a large wooden tub in the center, already filled with steaming water. Neji stepped inside, gracefully undressing, revealing her lithe, toned body. She turned to Malik, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, are you going to join me or not?" she asked, her voice dripping with both challenge and anticipation.
Malik's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Neji's graceful movements. His eyes traced the contours of her body, admiring every inch of her. He quickly disrobed and stepped into the bath with her, the hot water enveloping them both.
The warm water embraced both Malik and Neji as they settled into the large wooden tub. Steam swirled around them, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. Neji's arms wrapped around Malik's shoulders, her fingers gently stroking the back of his neck. Her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest, sending shivers down his spine. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining as they explored each other's mouths.
As they broke apart, Neji's pale eyes sparkled with desire. She ran a hand through Malik's hair, pulling him in for another deep, hungry kiss. Her fingers moved to his chest, Malik couldn't help but let out a soft moan as her hands roamed over his body, every touch setting his skin on fire.
Malik, overcome by the moment, pulled back slightly from Neji's eager lips. His hands found her waist, lifting her slightly as he dipped his head to take one of her hard, wet nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip, eliciting a soft gasp from Neji.
"Oh, Malik," she murmured, her fingers threading through his hair and holding him tightly against her breast. "I've missed you so much."
"Mmm," Malik hummed, his breath warm against her skin. "These past weeks have been unbearable. Every second away from you felt like an eternity."
Neji's laughter echoed softly, a sound filled with warmth and affection. "Well, you're here now. Let's make the most of it."
Malik's hands slid down from Neji's waist to the small of her back, pulling her even closer as he continued to lavish attention on her nipples. Her skin was soft and warm under his touch, and he could feel her heartbeat quickening in sync with his own.
Neji's hands moved from Malik's hair to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as she arched her back, pressing herself into his mouth. Her breath hitched with each stroke of his tongue, and her body trembled with pleasure.
"You always know how to make me feel so good," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Malik's hands roamed further down, tracing the curve of her hips and the smooth skin of her thighs.
Malik's mouth never left Neji's breast, but his hands continued their exploration.
Neji pulled away from Malik's embrace, her breath in ragged gasps. She stood up, her wet skin glistening under the dim light of the bathhouse, and leaned over the tub's edge. Her legs spread wide, she reached back and spread open her hairy pussy, revealing its folds shimmering with water.
"Take me, Malik," she commanded, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Now!"
Malik's heart pounded in his chest, the sight of Neji's exposed, ready body igniting a fire within him. He stood up, the warm water sluicing off his skin, and stepped closer to her. His cock was already hard, straining against his thigh. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he nudged her entrance with the head of his shaft.
Malik's cock slid into Neji's welcoming pussy with a satisfying push. Her warm, slick walls enveloped him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. Neji's moans echoed in the bathhouse, blending with the soft splash of water and the creaking of the wooden tub.
Her large, firm breasts bounced rhythmically with each thrust, their softness contrasting beautifully with the solid wood beneath her. Neji arched her back, pressing herself further into Malik, her fingers digging into the tub as she took him in deeper.
Malik's breath caught in his throat as he found a steady rhythm, their bodies moving in sync. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy around him was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but groan with pleasure.
Malik's cock throbbed within Neji, her warm, slick pussy pulling him deeper with every thrust. Her giant tits bounced and swayed with each motion, their softness grazing the side of the wooden tub, creating a sensual friction that heightened their pleasure. Malik's hands gripped Neji's hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, as he began to lose himself in the intense sensations.
Neji's moans grew louder and more urgent, filling the air with their passion. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she writhed against Malik, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. Her hair hung in damp strands around her face, creating a curtain that shrouded her features in mystery.
"Harder, Malik!" Neji begged, her voice strained with pleasure.
Malik responded to Neji's desperate plea, his thrusts becoming more forceful and unrelenting. Her body shook with each impact, her moans growing louder and more frantic. The bathwater sloshed and splashed around them, adding to the overwhelming sensory experience.
With every powerful stroke, Malik's own pleasure built to a fever pitch. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the bathhouse, mingling with their shared gasps and heavy breathing. Neji's back arched further, her entire body trembling as she neared her climax.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" Neji cried out, her voice almost a scream. Malik felt her inner muscles clench around him, her orgasm triggering his own release.
With a final, powerful thrust, Malik's climax erupted within Neji's welcoming warmth. His body trembled as he emptied himself inside her, the sheer intensity of the moment rendering him breathless. Neji let out a guttural moan, her entire body convulsing in a massive wave of pleasure. Her inner walls pulsed around him, milking every last drop of his seed.
As the initial fervor of their lovemaking subsided, Malik slowly pulled out, panting heavily. The bathwater, now tinged with traces of their shared passion, swirled around them. Neji remained bent over the edge of the tub, her body still shuddering with residual pleasure.
Malik's hand reached for hers, and she turned her head, her flushed cheeks and satisfied smile a beautiful sight. "good," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
As Neji slowly regained her breath, a sensation of warmth spread through her lower body. She could feel Malik's cum starting to leak from her hairy pussy, mingling with the bathwater and creating a delicate, intimate heat.
She looked over her shoulder at Malik, their eyes locking in a moment of shared satisfaction. Her smile was tender and content, the post-coital glow illuminating her features. "Feeling better now?" she asked softly, her voice laced with genuine concern.
Malik nodded, running a hand through his damp hair. "Much better," he replied, his voice still heavy with exertion. "That was... intense."
Neji stood up, the water cascading off her body, and turned to face him fully. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his, she lifted one of her large breasts with a hand.
Neji's hand cupped one of her round, soaking-wet breasts, her fingers gently caressing the nipple. Her other hand traced a line down her stomach, her fingers lingering in the damp curls of her pubic hair before dipping lower.
"Do you want more?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down Malik's spine. She knew exactly how to provoke him, how to keep the fire of their passion burning bright.
Malik's breath hitched as he watched Neji touch herself, her fingers sliding easily between her folds. Her eyes were dark with desire, a stark contrast to the gentle smile on her lips. "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want more."
Neji's fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, her body responding to her own touch.
Neji's fingers moved with practiced ease, her touch bringing her to the brink of another wave of pleasure. She leaned back against the tub, her legs spread wide, offering Malik a breathtaking view of her arousal.
Malik couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Neji pleasuring herself. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, and the light of the bathhouse cast intricate shadows across her body, accentuating every curve and line. He felt his own body responding, his cock beginning to harden once more.
Neji noticed his reaction and smiled, her fingers continuing their slow, deliberate dance. "See what you do to me?" she purred, her voice laden with seduction. "I can't get enough of you, Malik."
Malik stepped closer, his hand reaching out to join hers.
As Malik's hand joined Neji's, their fingers intertwined, he could feel the heat radiating from her body. The contrast of their hands, his warm and hers cool and damp, was incredibly arousing. Neji's breathing quickened as their fingers moved in unison, her moans growing more intense.
Malik's other hand found its way to her breast, cupping its fullness and kneading it gently. Neji's head fell back, her eyes half-closed as she surrendered completely to the sensation. She let out a soft sigh, her body trembling with pleasure.
With their combined efforts, Neji's climax was imminent. Her body tensed, her breath hitching as she moved closer and closer to the edge. Malik felt a surge of satisfaction watching her, knowing he was the one responsible for her pleasure.
"Malik."
"Malik," Neji whispered, her voice a mere breath against his ear. Her fingers moved faster, her pleasure mounting with each stroke. Her other hand, still intertwined with his, tightened slightly, a silent plea for him to keep going.
"Yes, Neji," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers continued their gentle massage of her breast, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the hardness of her nipple beneath his thumb. The scent of their mingling bodies and the steam from the bath enveloped them, creating an intimate cocoon around their passion.
Neji's body began to shudder as her climax approached, her moans growing louder and more urgent. Malik felt a renewed surge of desire, his cock now fully hard again, pressing against her thigh, "spread out for me, love.
Malik's whispered command sent a thrill through Neji. With a slow, deliberate motion, she separated her legs even wider, granting him unobstructed access to her swollen, wet folds. He positioned himself between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers as he prepared to plunge back into the depths of her desire.
Neji's legs trembled as she felt Malik's hardness pressing against her, the heat and promise of it sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers, still intertwined with his, tightened in anticipation. She bit her lip, a small whimper escaping as Malik's cock slid inside her once more.
Their rhythm was intoxicating. Each thrust was met with a gasp or a moan, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Neji's moans grew louder as Malik's cock filled her completely. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer with each powerful thrust. The water around them rippled with their movements, creating a sensual dance of light and shadow in the dimly lit bathhouse.
Malik's breath was hot against Neji's neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. He nibbled gently, eliciting a soft, throaty growl from her. Her fingers clenched his, the sensation grounding them both in the intensity of the moment.
Neji's body began to quiver as another orgasm built within her. She could feel every inch of Malik inside her, the friction between them creating an exquisite pressure that was almost unbearable in its deliciousness. Her legs trembled, her toes curled, and she knew she was close.
Malik's thrusts became more deliberate, each one driving deeper and eliciting a gasp from Neji. Her body arched, her back pressing against the side of the tub as she surrendered completely to the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
"Malik," she cried out, her voice barely more than a whimper. "I'm so close... don't stop."
Malik's heart pounded in his chest as he heard Neji's desperate plea. His grip on her hips tightened, and he began to thrust harder, driving into her with a primal intensity. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the bathhouse, mingling with Neji's cries of ecstasy.
Neji's entire body trembled as she neared her peak, Malik then moved both of his hands to her large tits. Malik's hands moved from Neji's hips to her large, heaving breasts, cupping them and squeezing gently. The sensation of her soft, supple flesh in his hands drove him wild, and he thrust into her with renewed vigor.
Neji's moans grew louder as Malik's hands explored her breasts, his fingers teasing her sensitive nipples. She arched her back, pressing herself further into his touch, her body trembling with pleasure, "Your big tits are mine understand!"
Malik's hands glided over Neji's breasts, feeling their weight and softness. Her nipples hardened beneath his fingers, and she gasped as he rolled and pinched them gently. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, her body writhing against his.
He leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting softly. Neji's moans grew louder, echoing in the bathhouse as he teased her sensitive flesh. His free hand continued to explore her body, wandering lower to her thighs, where he found her wet and eager for more.
The warm water swirled around them, creating a sensual environment that heightened their every touch. Neji's legs spread wider, inviting Malik to delve deeper into her. His fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. "did you stop shaving your armpits! Like I asked?" Malik asked.
Neji gasped at the sudden question, her body trembling with pleasure as Malik's fingers continued to work their magic on her sensitive clit. The playful yet commanding tone in his voice sent another thrill through her. She managed to nod, her breath hitching as she tried to respond, "Y-yes, I did."
Malik's smile widened, and he rewarded her obedience with a more intense caress, his fingers moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Neji's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she approached yet another powerful orgasm.
Their synchronized breathing filled the bathhouse, the sound mingling with the gentle splashing of water. Malik's lips found Neji's neck again, his teeth grazing her skin and eliciting a shudder from her, "then prove it".
Neji's breath hitches as Malik's teeth skim her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She feels the familiar burn of an impending orgasm, her muscles tensing in preparation. She struggles to respond, her voice trembling as she whispers, "I-I did... I promise."
Malik's grip on her hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. "Now come for me."
Neji's body shudders as she feels the final push towards climax. Her fingers clench around Malik's, her toes curl, and her back arches as she reaches her peak. Her moans echo through the bathhouse, mingling with the sound of their synchronized breathing and the gentle splash of water.
Neji's climax hits her like a tidal wave, her body trembling violently as she convulses around Malik's cock. Her breath catches in her throat, and a low, guttural moan escapes her lips as she surrenders completely to the intense pleasure. The sensation of her warm, wet walls gripping him tightly sends Malik over the edge as well, and he groans deeply, emptying himself into her with a force that matches her own.
As they come down from their high, the bathwater around them turns a deep, rich hue, colored by their shared pleasure. Malik leans back, breathing heavily, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watches Neji's chest heave with each shallow breath. Her eyes are closed, and a small, contented smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.
"Mmm."
The water ripples around them, a gentle reminder of the intense moment they just shared. Malik's heart rate slowly returns to normal, each beat matching the steady rise and fall of Neji's chest. The bathhouse is still, almost serene, save for the sound of their shared breaths.
"Malik," Neji finally says, her voice a soft whisper that seems to carry a hint of reverence. "That was... I honestly really needed that."
Malik nods, still in awe of the connection they've just experienced. "I know. I could feel it, my love."
Neji opens her eyes, her gaze locking onto Malik's. There's a depth there, a vulnerability that he seen before. It's as if, for a moment, the walls she's built around herself have crumbled, leaving only the raw, unfiltered version of herself. Malik left one of her large breasts in his hand, "Would it be cheesy to say, I love you, I mean you already know but . . ." Neji's smile widens as she gently pushes a stray lock of hair from Malik's forehead, her touch soft and tender. "No, it's not cheesy," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too, Malik."
Their eyes meet, and there's a silent understanding between them, a shared recognition of the profound connection that has just deepened. The water around them feels almost sacred, a tangible reminder of the intimate moment they've just shared.
Malik leans in, brushing his lips against Neji's. It's a gentle kiss, filled with love and reverence. The taste of her skin, the feel of her lips against his, only reinforces the bond they share. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate bubble. Malik then gently raises one of her arms up, to see underneath.
Malik's hand moves upward, gently lifting one of Neji's arms to reveal the armpit that had been hidden beneath her wet hair. The soft, dark hair there catches the dim light of the bathhouse, contrasting with the smooth skin of her shoulder. He runs his fingers through the delicate strands, the texture soft and inviting. Neji's breath hitches at the sensation, her eyes widening slightly in surprise and pleasure.
"See, I knew you did," Malik whispers, a hint of pride in his voice. He leans in closer, inhaling the scent of her skin, a mix of sweat and something uniquely her.
Neji's cheeks flush, her breath catching in her throat as Malik's fingers explore the new sensation. His touch is gentle yet possessive, marking his territory in a way that sends shivers down her spine. "Malik."
Malik's fingers trace the contours of Neji's armpit, exploring the softness of the hair and the delicate skin beneath. Neji's breath hitches with each tender touch, her body responding to his touch in ways that are both new and exhilarating. The water around them seems to pulse with the rhythm of their shared arousal, each ripple reflecting the intimacy of the moment.
"You feel so good," Malik murmurs, his voice filled with genuine admiration. He can sense the vulnerability in Neji's response, and it only deepens his connection to her. Her fingers tighten around his, pulling him closer, as if seeking reassurance in their shared embrace.
Neji's eyes flutter open, meeting Malik's gaze with a mixture of shyness and excitement. "I-I never . . ." Malik smiles while both playing with her armpit and her tit, "Love is a great thing, and I know you like to be in charge most of the time, and trust me I love that, but you don't have to hide around me, at least not when were alone." Malik then began to bounce her big boob in his hand.
"Neji's breath quickens as Malik's fingers continue to explore her body. His touch, gentle yet firm, sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, igniting sensations she hadn't even realized were possible. As he continues to massage her breast, bouncing it slightly in his hand, she feels herself becoming more and more aroused, her body responding to his every movement."
"Malik's other hand continues to delicately caress Neji's armpit, the soft hair adding a new dimension to their intimacy. Her skin is flushed, and a soft, contented sigh escapes her lips as he expertly balances both pleasure points. Her body feels like it's on fire, but in the best possible way."
"The light of the bathhouse casts a soft glow around them, creating an intimate atmosphere that enhances their shared connection." Malik then moved his hands to her stomach, feeling her abs through her soft skin, "You having abs is hot, I'm all lazy and fat, but at least I get to feel your toned muscles, Love."
Neji chuckles softly, her fingers still intertwined with Malik's. "You're not 'fat', Malik, Lazy, very much, yes" she reassures him, her voice tinged with affection. "And besides, I love every inch of you."
Her words make Malik's heart swell with love and gratitude. He leans in closer, resting his forehead against hers as he continues to explore her body. The connection between them is electric, and the steam from the bath only adds to the sense of intimacy.
Malik's fingers wander down to Neji's thighs, which are strong and firm from years of training. Her muscles flex under his touch, and she shifts slightly, letting out a soft moan as he gently massages her inner thighs.
"You're amazing," Malik whispers, his voice full of reverence. "I can't believe I get to be with you."
Neji's body trembles with anticipation as Malik's fingers glide across her thighs, tracing the toned muscles with a tender, admiring touch. His words of praise and affection only heighten the intensity of the moment, her heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of his hands.
She closes her eyes, surrendering to the sensation of his touch. Malik's fingers gently part her thighs, revealing the delicate and inviting space between. His fingers hover there, a moment suspended in time before he gently caresses her, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
"Malik," she breathes, her voice barely audible over the sound of the bathwater. "I-I don't think I can handle much more."
He smiles, his eyes locked onto hers. "Then let go, my love. Let go of everything but this moment."
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(Tenten)
After leaving Neji, Malik made his way to Tenten's house. Upon entering, he found her surrounded by a chaotic array of weapons, scattered all over the floor. Tenten was in her element, carefully cleaning and maintaining her vast collection. She looked up as Malik entered, giving him a warm smile.
"Could use some help in here," she said casually, wiping down a kunai.
Malik rolled up his sleeves, eager to spend time with Tenten. He admired her comfortable at-home attire—a loose-fitting, sleeveless top and shorts that revealed her toned arms and legs. Despite the relaxed atmosphere, there was a certain elegance to how she moved as she cleaned and organized her weapons.
Together, they spent the afternoon talking, laughing, and sharing moments of quiet companionship. Tenten's sharp wit and fierce independence always made Malik appreciate her all the more, and he loved seeing her in her element.
Malik approaches a stack of throwing stars, carefully examining their edges, their weight, and their balance. He picks one up, a familiar sensation of steel meeting his fingertips. Tenten watches him with interest, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Impressive collection," Malik says, glancing around the room. "You've got quite the talent for this."
Tenten's cheeks flush slightly as she rolls her eyes, and she sets her weapon down to focus on Malik. "Thanks, Malik. But you've been over here too many times to just start noticing my work" She gestures to the assorted weapons around her. "It's about precision and mastery, not just brute force."
Malik nods, appreciating her dedication. He examines a set of shuriken closely, feeling the intricate workmanship. "These are beautiful, Tenten." Malik's attention drifts to Tenten's loose loose-fitting blue sleeveless top, enjoying the view of her good-sized handful of breasts and brown nipples.
As Malik's gaze lingers on Tenten's chest, she crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Enjoying the view?" she teases with a smirk. Malik quickly looks away, his cheeks slightly flushed.
" I mean, it's just impressive," he says, trying to "somewhat" regain his composure. "Your dedication is truly remarkable."
Tenten laughs softly, her eyes twinkling. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Malik." She leans back against a table full of her weapons, her arms still folded, but a comfortable smile playing on her lips. "But seriously, it's always good to have someone appreciate my work."
Malik's eyes briefly meet hers, and he feels a rush of warmth and starts to smile. Tenten has always been good at stopping his flirtations when she needed to get something done, "We can play later, get back to cleaning." She says pointing at him then the weapons on the floor. "Well your dedication and beauty are one of the reasons I put a ring on your finger," He said sitting back down.
Tenten's cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, and she looks away momentarily before meeting Malik's gaze again. "I still can't believe you actually went through with it," she says, a hint of disbelief in her voice. "But I'm glad you did."
Malik chuckles, the sound light and joyful. "Believe me, I had my moments of doubt. But then I thought, why not?" He picks up a shuriken, examining it closely once more. "Besides, it feels right."
Tenten nods, her expression softening as she watches him. "It does," she agrees. "But now the real challenge begins."
"The real challenge?" Malik raises an eyebrow.
"Planning a wedding," Tenten replies, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Oh, well we can do whatever you want, money isn't an issue. I guess we do need to talk about that, even though we aren't getting hitched for a good while." Malik leans back on his hands, letting out a small sigh. "Planning a wedding, huh? That does sound like a challenge."
Tenten laughs softly, shaking her head. "Yeah, you have no idea. But I think I can handle it. I've already started making a list of things to do. It's just a matter of narrowing it down and figuring out what we both want."
"Well, we do have plenty of time to figure it out," Malik says, smiling reassuringly. "And we should enjoy our engagement first. Besides, it's not every day you get to plan a wedding with the love of your life."
Tenten's eyes light up at his words, and she reaches out to take his hand. "True. It's just...I want it to be perfect. You know?"
"Of course, I do."
Malik squeezes Tenten's hand gently, experiencing a surge of love and warmth in his chest. "It will be perfect, Tenten. We'll make sure of it. We have each other, and that's all that matters."
Tenten's grip on Malik's hand tightens slightly as her eyes shine with unshed tears of happiness. "Thank you, Malik. I don't know what I'd do without you."
The atmosphere between them grows increasingly intimate as the afternoon sun filters through the windows, casting a soft light over the room. Malik's heart swells with contentment as he gazes into Tenten's eyes, feeling deeply connected to her in a way that words can't fully convey.
He takes a moment to appreciate the intricacies of their shared life, the small but meaningful moments that have led them to this point. Malik leans in kissing her on her lips, while his hand sneaks under her shirt. Tenten lets this happen for a good ten seconds before pushing him back and telling him to get back to cleaning!
Tenten gently pushes Malik away, her cheeks still flushed. "Not so fast," she says with a playful smile, trying to catch her breath. "We still have a lot of work to do."
Malik chuckles, taking a step back. "Yes, ma'am," he replies, saluting her with a grin. He picks up a broom and begins sweeping, while Tenten returns to her meticulous cleaning and organizing of her weapons.
As they work side by side, the conversation flows effortlessly, bouncing between light-hearted topics and more serious discussions about their future together. Tenten speaks animatedly about some of her ideas for the wedding, and Malik listens intently, offering his own suggestions and thoughts.
"How about a small, outdoor ceremony?" Malik suggests, leaning on his broom.
Tenten's eyes light up at the idea. "That could be really beautiful," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "Imagine it: the fresh air, the rustling of leaves, maybe some lanterns hanging from the trees."
Malik nods, picturing the scene. "And we could keep it intimate, just close friends and family," he adds, knowing that Tenten values those close to her.
Tenten's smile widens. "Yes, exactly. And we could have a casual reception afterwards, maybe some games and good food. What do you think?"
Malik grins, feeling the anticipation build. "I think that's a perfect plan. It's just like us, not too fussy but full of heart."
Tenten laughs, her earlier apprehension melting away. "I'm so glad you agree." "Ok, let us finish this up so we can do naughty stuff to each other, agreed?!"
Tenten's eyes sparkle mischievously as she finishes her sentence, and Malik can't help but laugh at her playful tone. He sets down the broom and walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
"Deal," he whispers in her ear, causing her to shiver slightly. "But first, let's make sure everything is just perfect for our special day."
Tenten turns in his arms, her face inches from his. "You always know how to make me smile," she says, her voice soft. She kisses him gently on the lips before stepping back, her fingers lingering on his chest. "Now, back to work."
Malik grins and reluctantly lets her go. They return to their tasks, the shared anticipation of their future wedding adding a new layer of excitement to their work.
As the afternoon sun shines through the windows, casting a warm glow over the training grounds of the Hidden Leaf Village, Malik and Tenten continue their work with focused determination. Despite the mundane task, the air between them is charged with the promise of something more—a future filled with love and shared experiences.
Malik's gaze frequently drifts to Tenten's form, appreciating the way her loose-fitting blue top accentuates her curves. Her shapely bottom moves rhythmically as she bends over to clean, offering brief glimpses of the smooth skin beneath her pants. The sight of her bare feet planted firmly on the ground adds to her allure, grounding her in the present moment.
As she stands, rearranging a stack of weapons, Malik can't help but notice the outline of her braless form under the fabric of her shirt. Feeling how hard he had gotten, Malik took off his pants, no point in keeping them on when she was the only one around.
The loose-fitting fabric of Tenten's top provides an alluring distraction for Malik, as he discards his pants and continues sweeping. Every subtle movement she makes seems to draw his attention, even amidst the seemingly mundane tasks.
Tenten, sensing Malik's gaze, turns to catch him staring. With a playful smile, she raises an eyebrow and shakes her head, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Focus, Malik," she says teasingly, but the sparkle in her eyes suggests she enjoys the attention.
He grins back, his eyes sparkling with mischief and love. "Just admiring the view," he says with a wink. His hand hovers momentarily over the broom, but Tenten's presence is far too distracting. His attention is fully on her, every curve, every breath she takes.
As the afternoon progresses, Malik's focus on Tenten doesn't wane. Her playful demeanor only intensifies the connection between them, the air thick with unspoken desire. With the cleaning nearly finished, their intimate bond becomes even more apparent, with every glance and every shared smile.
Finally, they finish their tasks. Malik leans on his broom, surveying the now clean room with satisfaction. Tenten stands beside him, a proud but slightly exhausted expression on her face.
Malik takes a step closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. She rests her head on his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly against his. "We did it," he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face.
Tenten looks up at him, her eyes reflecting both exhaustion and contentment. "We did."
Tenten slowly sinks to her knees in front of Malik, her eyes locked on his. A sultry smile plays across her lips as she reaches out to wrap her fingers around his thick, hard cock. Malik's breath catches in his throat as he feels her soft touch, anticipation building deep within him.
Tenten leans forward, her warm breath ghosting over the tip of his cock, causing it to twitch in response.
Tenten's lips close around the head of Malik's cock, her tongue swirling teasingly as she begins to take him deeper. Malik's fingers thread through her hair, holding on for dear life as she expertly works him with her mouth. Her rhythm quickens, and Malik's hips begin to rock gently, urging her to continue her sensual assault.
Tenten's enthusiasm is evident as she moans softly around his length, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Malik's breath comes in ragged gasps as he watches her, her passion driving him closer and closer to the edge. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, creating an intimate frame for the exquisite sight of her devouring him.
As Malik's release builds, he can feel himself reaching the point of no return.
Malik's breathing becomes ragged as the intensity of his pleasure grows. Tenten's skillful tongue and relentless suction drive him to the brink of ecstasy. Her eyes never leave his, filled with desire and determination. Malik's grip on her hair tightens as he feels the familiar surge of his climax.
With a final, powerful thrust, Malik's release bursts forth, filling Tenten's mouth. She swallows eagerly, her eyes glinting with satisfaction at having brought her fiancé to such heights of pleasure. She continues to gently suck and lick him, drawing out every last sensation until Malik can bear it no more. "Your getting really good at that, do you enjoy it?"
Tenten pulls back slightly, her lips glistening from their shared intimacy. She looks up at him with a playful glint in her brown eyes. "Of course I do," she says, her voice soft and sultry. "I love making you feel good."
She stands, wiping the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. "But now it's your turn."
Malik raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh, really?" he asks, his eyes locking onto hers.
Tenten nods, her expression becoming more serious as she takes a step closer. "Yes," she murmurs, reaching out to touch the side of his face. "You always take such good care of me. It's only fair that I return the favor."
Malik feels a thrill of anticipation course through him.
Malik's heart pounds as he watches Tenten's every move. She turns around, her confident yet playful demeanor setting the stage for what's to come. With a swift, practiced motion, Malik drops to his knees and positions himself behind her.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her shorts. With a gentle tug, he pulls them down, revealing her smooth, firm buttocks. The sight of her in this vulnerable yet tantalizing position sends a surge of desire through Malik.
Tenten glances over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and amusement. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she teases, her voice laced with a playful challenge.
Malik doesn't need to be asked twice.
Malik's hands slide over the curves of Tenten's hips as he leans in closer. The scent of her skin mingles with the clean, subtle fragrance of the room, an intoxicating mix that fuels his desire.
With a soft groan, he parts her cheeks, revealing her slick entrance. His tongue darts out, exploring her intimately, eliciting gasps and moans from Tenten. She arches her back, pushing herself back towards him, her body begging for more.
Malik's tongue expertly flicks and circles, delving deeper with each stroke. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and he can feel her body trembling with pleasure. His hands grip her hips tighter, holding her in place as he continues to feast on her, his own arousal intensifying with every sound of her ecstasy.
Malik's tongue works tirelessly, savoring every inch of Tenten's exposed skin. Her moans grow louder, more uninhibited, the sound of her pleasure filling the room. He can feel her muscles clenching in response to his touch, the heat of her body radiating through him.
As Tenten's orgasm approaches, she buries her face in her hands, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her whole body shudders as the waves of pleasure crash over her. Malik doesn't relent, continuing to explore her with his tongue until she collapses against him, spent and panting.
Malik stands, gently guiding Tenten to the floor where they lie entwined, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their shared passion. He pulls her close, her head resting on his chest as they catch their breath. "Do you want to know what you taste like?"
Tenten lifts her head, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement. She bites her lip, considering his question. "Sure," she finally says, her voice soft and playful. "Tell me."
Malik's fingers trace gentle circles on Tenten's back as he contemplates his response. "Sweet," he murmurs, his voice deep and filled with emotion. "You're so incredibly sweet."
Tenten's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought you'd say that."
"It's true," Malik continues, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Every part of you is a delight. Your taste, your touch, your passion...it's all intoxicating."
Tenten's breath hitches as Malik's words envelop her, making her heart swell with emotion. She snuggles closer, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I'm glad you feel that way," she whispers, her voice filled with sincerity.
Malik's thumb brushes over Tenten's cheek, his touch gentle and tender. "You have no idea how much you mean to me," he says softly, looking deeply into her eyes.
Tenten's eyes glisten with unshed tears as she feels the depth of his love and devotion. "I love you so much," she replies, her voice shaky with emotion.
Malik leans in, capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance together, melding their feelings of love and desire into a perfect harmony. "Not to ruin the mood but I would love to feel your lips again, my love, I want to fill it up with my seed at lest one more time." The kiss between Malik and Tenten deepens, their lips moving in perfect sync as if they were two halves of a whole. The intensity of their connection is almost palpable, a tangible force that binds them together.
Malik's hands continue to explore Tenten's body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the firmness of her buttocks. His touch is gentle yet possessive, a silent declaration of his love and desire. Tenten responds with equal fervor, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pulls him closer, deepening their kiss further.
Breaking the kiss, Malik looks into Tenten's eyes, his own filled with raw passion. "I want you again, Tenten," he murmurs, his voice husky and low. "I need you. around my hardness."
Tenten's breath hitches at his words, her eyes darkening with renewed desire. She pulls him closer, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I want you too, Malik," she whispers. "Please, take me."
With that, Malik gently pushes Tenten back onto the floor, his body covering hers. He can feel her heat, her pulse racing in sync with his own. He reaches down between them, his fingers finding their way to her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides a finger inside, eliciting a soft moan from Tenten.
Her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. The friction between them is intense, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies. Malik's other hand cups Tenten's face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek as he looks into her eyes.
As Malik slides his hardness into Tenten's wet, welcoming mouth, her lips wrap around him with a soft, velvety grip. Her tongue dances over his tip, teasing and tantalizing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Malik groans deeply, the sensation almost overwhelming as Tenten skillfully takes him deeper, her suction intensifying with each passing moment.
His hands grip the sides of her head, guiding her movements as he thrusts gently. Her eyes remain locked on his, a silent communication passing between them, conveying their shared love and desire. The room around them fades into the background as Malik focuses entirely on the ecstasy of Tenten's mouth.
Tenten's fingers dig into Malik's thighs, urging him to continue. Her moans vibrate through him, intensifying his pleasure.
The tip of Malik's black cock glistens with Tenten's saliva, her eager mouth skillfully accommodating him. Her tongue works in tandem with her lips, creating a rhythm that is both exhilarating and intimate. Malik's heart pounds in his chest as the sensations build, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge.
Tenten's hands move up Malik's thighs, her fingers kneading the muscles there with an intensity that matches her mouth. Her eyes, dark with desire, never leave his face, creating a connection that is as profound as it is arousing.
Malik's breathing becomes ragged as the pleasure intensifies. He can feel the coil of release tightening in his stomach, the sensation almost unbearable in its intensity. His grip on Tenten's head tightens slightly, a silent plea for her to continue, "Tell me you love me, with your mouth around my black cock!"
Tenten's eyes widen slightly at Malik's demand, but she complies, her voice muffled yet clear. "I love you," she murmurs, her lips wrapped around him, sending shivers down his spine.
The sincerity in her voice sends a rush of warmth through Malik's body. Her words, combined with the wet heat of her mouth, push him to the brink. His body tenses, every muscle tightening as the ecstasy reaches its peak. "Tenten," he gasps, his voice thick with pleasure.
She responds by redoubling her efforts, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. It's too much, and with a final, shuddering thrust, Malik releases, his seed spilling into Tenten's eager mouth. She swallows, her eyes never leaving his as she savors the intimate connection they share.
Malik's climax rocks through him, each pulse sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He collapses onto Tenten, panting heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. Her hands are still on his thighs, holding him close, her body warm and inviting beneath him.
Tenten's lips curl into a satisfied smile as she swallows the last of Malik's seed. She draws back slightly, her eyes filled with love and lust. "I'm glad you enjoyed that," she whispers, her voice laden with both playfulness and genuine affection.
Malik chuckles, a soft, contented sound that fills the room. He brushes a lock of hair from Tenten's forehead, his fingers tracing the contours of her face. "More than you could ever know," he replies, his voice husky with post-orgasmic bliss.
Tenten's smile widens, a playful glint in her eyes as she gently pushes Malik onto his back on the floor. Her hands move with practiced ease, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest before settling on his hips. Without a word, she leans down, her mouth finding his sensitive tip once more.
Her tongue darts out, teasing the underside of his head, eliciting a low groan from deep within Malik's chest. She takes him deep into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him with a perfect blend of suction and pressure. Her rhythm is steady and deliberate, each stroke designed to bring him back to the brink of ecstasy.
Malik's hands find their way to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as he guides her movements.
Malik watches in awe and pleasure as Tenten's mouth sinks deeper onto his length. She manages to fit not just his cock, but also his balls into her mouth, her throat working as she skillfully sucks him with an intensity that leaves him breathless. Her eyes, filled with desire and devotion, meet his, creating an intimate connection that surpasses anything they've ever shared before.
Malik's heart races, his body trembling with the sheer intensity of her efforts. Her tongue swirls and caresses, her lips creating a vacuum that draws him deeper into her. Her cheeks hollow out as she draws back, and her moans vibrate through his entire being, amplifying the pleasure tenfold.
His fingers tighten in her hair, urging her on, desperate for more of this unparalleled sensation.
Tenten's throat works furiously to accommodate Malik's size, her saliva glistening on his shaft. Her moans and deep-throated sucking echo through the room, creating an atmosphere of pure, unadulterated eroticism. Malik's breaths come in ragged gasps as his climax builds once more, every nerve in his body singing with pleasure.
She skillfully manipulates his balls with her fingers, her tongue flicking and swirling in ways that leave him utterly powerless. Her grip on his hips tightens, pulling him deeper into her mouth, her eyes locked onto his, filled with an intensity that matches the sensations coursing through his body.
Malik's fingers thread through Tenten's hair, guiding her in this intimate dance. Her head moves in a rhythm that feels almost primal, driven by a desire that matches his own.
Tenten's mouth works in tandem with her skilled fingers, creating a symphony of sensations that leave Malik utterly captivated. Her tongue dances along his shaft, her lips tightly sealed around him, creating an almost unbearable tightness. The heat and wetness of her mouth are overwhelming, each stroke of her tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
Malik's back arches off the floor as the ecstasy builds once more. He can feel his release nearing, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Tenten senses his impending climax and redoubles her efforts, her throat working him with an intensity that leaves him completely breathless. The world around him fades away, replaced by the exquisite sensations Tenten is creating with her mouth.
With a final, powerful thrust, Malik reaches the pinnacle.
Malik's entire body convulses as he reaches the peak of pleasure. His climax explodes with an intensity that leaves him momentarily blinded, his body shuddering in ecstasy. Tenten's mouth remains locked onto him, her throat working furiously as she swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving his.
As the final tremors of his orgasm subside, Malik collapses back onto the floor, gasping for breath. Tenten's movements slow, her mouth still wrapped around him, savoring the moment. Her eyes glint with both satisfaction and affection.
"You're incredible," Malik breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. He reaches down, gently lifting Tenten's chin, bringing her face close to his. "Really, truly incredible." Tenten takes him out from her lips and crawls up to kiss him. Tenten's lips press against Malik's in a tender kiss, her mouth tasting of salt and her own unique sweetness. Her kiss is slow and intimate, a silent conversation between them that conveys everything words cannot. They lie there, entwined in each other's arms, the world outside their small sanctuary fading away.
After a moment, Malik breaks the silence, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "I never knew you could do all of that," he murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on Tenten's back.
Tenten rests her head on his chest, her own fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Neither did I," she admits, her voice barely audible. "But I'm glad we found it together."
They lie there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. "So you want to be inside me next or do you want another lick?!"
Tenten's playful words linger in the air as she gazes down at Malik, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her hand lightly grazes his inner thigh, sending a shiver up his spine.
Malik's pulse quickens at the thought of experiencing Tenten in a different way. Her question hangs tantalizingly, offering a choice that promises even more intimacy. He reaches out, pulling her closer and running his fingers through her hair. "I want both," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.
Tenten's lips curve into a smile as she feels Malik's response. She moves with a grace that's both sensual and natural, straddling his hips and settling herself comfortably over him. Her eyes lock onto his as she reaches for his hardening member, guiding it gently towards her entrance. "Let she see your boobs love, I waited long enough that that top off,"
Malik's gaze drops momentarily to Tenten's chest as he feels her shift above him. Her top is already askew, revealing a sliver of her toned abdomen. She smirks, sensing his desire, and with a playful flick of her wrist, the rest of her clothing falls away, revealing her bare chest fully.
"You're such a tease," Malik murmurs, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Tenten's body is a masterpiece of strength and grace, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat from their earlier exertions.
"Only for you," she replies, her voice soft but filled with confidence. She lowers herself onto him, the warmth of her body enveloping his as she guides him inside her.
The heat of her body envelopes Malik like a comforting embrace as she slowly lowers herself onto him. Her muscles clench around him, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Tenten's eyes close briefly as she savors the sensation, her breath hitching with each inch she takes.
"You feel so good," Malik whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on her hips. The rhythm they establish is slow and deliberate, every thrust designed to maximize their mutual pleasure.
Tenten's head tilts back, her hair cascading down her back as she finds her stride. Her breath comes in soft, measured gasps, and her eyes are half-lidded with pleasure. "You too," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above their synchronized breaths.
Their bodies move in harmony, a dance as old as time itself. Tenten leaned down on Malik soft chest, resting her hands while her hips picked up speed.
Malik's heartbeat pounds in rhythm with the sensual dance unfolding between them. The room is filled with the soft sounds of their breaths and the wet, slick friction of their bodies intertwined. His hands explore the curves of her back, tracing the lines of her spine and pulling her closer with each thrust.
The world outside ceases to exist as their passion takes over. Time seems to slow down, stretching into an endless moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Malik feels every inch of her, the way she responds to his touch, the way her breath catches when he finds just the right spot. He can sense her climax building, the muscles inside her contracting around him, and it drives him to the edge of his own release.
Tenten's body tightens, her breath hitches as she nears the peak.
Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies coming together. Malik can feel her getting closer, her muscles clenching around him in waves. He reaches down, his fingers finding her clit, and he begins to rub in slow, deliberate circles.
Tenten's eyes snap open, meeting his gaze as she lets out a soft, almost inaudible gasp. Her hips buck wildly, losing control as her climax breaks free. Her body shudders with pleasure, her orgasm rippling through her and causing her to clench around Malik even tighter.
Seeing her like this pushes Malik over the edge. His own release follows swiftly, an explosion of pleasure that consumes him entirely. He groans, his body going rigid as he spills himself into her. "I do enjoy filling up my ninja star princess, Do you pefer me cumming inside you or you swalloing it?"
Malik's question hangs in the air, mingling with the tangled sheets shared scents of their intimate moment. Tenten lifts her head, her breath still uneven, a playful smirk forming on her lips. Her eyes glint with mischief, hinting at the myriad possibilities that lie ahead.
"Well, well, well," she says, her voice low and sultry. "What do we have here? A dominant spy with a suggestive streak?" Her fingers trace idle patterns on his chest, her touch both comforting and arousing. "I think that depends on the day, don't you?"
Malik's heart pounds with anticipation, his mind racing with the thought of all the scenarios she might propose. He shifts slightly, feeling their combined warmth still lingering between them. "So, which one does today call for?"
Tenten's smile widens, her eyes twinkling with delight. "Hmm, let's see," she muses, her fingers continuing their slow, teasing dance on Malik's chest. "Today might call for something a bit more... adventurous."
She leans in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "What if we took this to the next level? How about we spice things up with some toys?"
Malik's heart skips a beat at the suggestion, his pulse quickening with excitement. He has always admired Tenten's adventurous spirit, and the thought of exploring new realms of pleasure with her sends a thrill through his body.
"I like the sound of that," he murmurs, his voice husky with anticipation. "But only if you're sure."
Tenten's smirk deepens, her fingers still tracing patterns on Malik's chest as she senses his eagerness. She sits up slightly, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a shimmering curtain.
"I'm absolutely sure," she whispers, her voice seductive and confident. "We've always been open about our desires, haven't we?"
Malik nods, his gaze unwavering as he takes in every detail of her expression. The playful glint in her eyes, the slight flush on her cheeks, and the way her breath hitches as she speaks all contribute to the growing anticipation.
Tenten reaches for a nearby drawer, her movements slow and deliberate. She pulls out a small, velvet pouch, its contents jingling softly. Malik watches intently, curious about what she might reveal.
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