Capítulo 189: Chapter 185: Homecomings and Bonds (Hana Inuzuka)(Shisui)
Chapter 185: Homecomings and Bonds (Hana Inuzuka)(Shisui)
Later in the day, Malik made his way to the veterinary shop where Hana Inuzuka worked. He found her busy tending to a group of animals, her hands gentle yet firm as she handled the various patients. The sight of her with the animals brought a smile to Malik's face—Hana's nurturing spirit always stood out.
When Hana noticed him, she quickly delegated her duties to her colleagues, who exchanged knowing looks as they watched her approach Malik. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she grabbed Malik by the arm and pulled him into an empty backroom.
"You really shouldn't visit me at work, Malik," she mock-scolded, though the hungry look in her eyes betrayed her amusement.
Malik barely had time to respond before Hana leaned in and kissed him passionately. He could feel the warmth of her body pressed against his as she gripped his shirt, deepening the kiss. Malik knew better than to argue—Hana wasn't interested in talking right now.
As they kissed Hana's red lipstick was getting everywhere on his face, "Damn, how many layers did you put on today?!" Malik asked finally getting a break from her lips, But all Hana did was smile and lean back in for more, Malik took one hand and slipped it under her flak jacket, feeling she wasn't wearing a bra Malik had full access to her naked chest.
Malik's hand slid under Hana's flak jacket, encountering smooth skin and the absence of a bra. Hana's breath hitched as he explored her, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Their embrace deepened, passion igniting as they moved in a timeless rhythm, their souls entwined in the ancient ballet of intimacy.
Hana pulled back for a moment, her eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper. "You're playing with fire, Malik," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She leaned in again, her lips finding his with an intensity that made Malik's heart race.
As they continued to kiss, the sounds of the veterinary shop faded into the background. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of them, their breaths mingling in the confined space of the backroom. In a puff of pink smoke Malik's clothes disappeared, leaving Hana to grab his smooth brown soft chubby naked body, "Before we move, on my love, Are you sure you want to do it in here, The whole Vet shop may hear you?!" Malik pointed out one of his hands still on her large breasts under her flak jacket. The sound of shuffling feet and murmurs from outside the backroom caught Malik's attention. His heart pounded as he realized just how close they were to getting caught. Hana's grip on him tightened, her lips curling into a playful grin.
"Are you saying you're not up for a little adventure?" she whispered, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Malik's heart raced, caught between the thrill of the moment and the very real possibility of being discovered. He hesitated for just a moment, then decided to embrace the danger. With a sly smile, he leaned in to whisper in Hana's ear, "If we're going to do this, let's give them something to really talk about."
Hana's laughter filled the air, low and seductive. She pulled Malik close again, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Removing his hands from her and stepping back, he said, "Take off your Flak Jacket for me, I wanna see them jiggle and bounce-free!" Malik then began to stroke his large hard black member in front of Hana. The room felt charged with electricity as Hana's eyes locked onto Malik's. With a confident smile, she reached behind her and unclasped the flak jacket, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor with a soft thud.
Her bare chest gleamed in the dim light, her nipples hardening at Malik's hungry gaze. She took a moment to admire the desire in his eyes before stepping closer and wrapping her fingers around his hard member. Malik moaned softly as she began to stroke him, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body.
Their rhythm synced perfectly, each movement fueling the fire that burned between them. Malik's hands roamed over Hana's body, feeling the curves and valleys of her form, the smoothness of her skin. As Malik raised her arms and started to kiss her hairy armpits, he asked, "How do you want us to start?" Her hairy armpits were damp with sweat, the scent mingling with her natural fragrance. Hana's breath hitched as Malik's lips found her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. Her fingers continued to grip him tightly, her pace steady and deliberate.
"On the table," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Malik's heart pounded as he guided her towards the cold, metal surface of the examination table. He helped her climb up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself between her thighs. The world outside the room seemed to disappear as they lost themselves in each other, the only sounds their shared breaths and the occasional soft moan.
Malik slowly pulled down her tight black shorts, giving him a view of her bright red panties and her thick pubic hairs that sticked out from its sides.
Hana's breath caught as Malik's fingers traced the line of her panties, the fabric already damp with her arousal. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he teased her, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Malik couldn't resist the temptation any longer; with a swift motion, he slid her panties aside, exposing her most intimate parts.
Their eyes locked for a moment, sharing the intensity of the moment. Malik's fingers found their way to her slick folds, exploring and teasing in a way that made Hana gasp. She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer as if trying to merge their bodies into one.
"This will be the first time we've made love, I hope I can make it special for you, Hana my perfect rose," Malik told her in a low voice while his fingers danced through her wild pubic bush.
Hana's breath hitched as Malik's words brushed against her ear. She shuddered, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. "I have no doubt," she whispered back, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Malik's fingers continued to explore, each touch sparking a wildfire of pleasure that spread through her body. He found the sensitive spots and teased them with a masterful touch, making Hana's moans grow louder and more urgent.
The room seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, their shared heat melding with the cold, sterile environment of the backroom. Malik's heart pounded in his chest as he positioned himself, ready to make their love official in the most intimate way possible.
He guided himself into her, the tightness of her body enveloping him fully. As Malik pushed himself fully inside her, he stood there still for a moment, Hana leaned up to kiss his neck leaving her kiss marks with her red lipstick as she grinded against him, her hot hairy wet hairy pussy pushing onto him.
Hana's kisses on Malik's neck were a passionate invitation, her grip on him unyielding as her hips moved in slow, deliberate circles. Each thrust of his hips sent a new wave of pleasure through her body, her moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment. Malik's breath hitched as Hana's intimate touches continued, her fingers tracing patterns on his back, pulling him closer with every movement.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm they had established creating a symphony of gasps and sighs that filled the small room. Malik's fingers dug into Hana's hips, drawing her even closer as he took control of their dance. Her legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring them together in their shared ecstasy. Malik made love to Hana slowly as she whispered her love and passion to him.
The world outside the room seemed to fade away as Malik's thrusts grew more urgent, his breaths mingling with Hana's increasingly fervent moans. Her hips rose to meet him, her nails digging into his back as if trying to pull him even deeper inside.
Malik's heart pounded in his chest, each beat synchronizing with the rhythm of their lovemaking. He could feel Hana's body trembling with pleasure beneath him, her wetness surrounding him like a slick embrace. The intensity of their connection only grew stronger with every thrust, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere of the small room.
Hana's moans reached a fever pitch as she clung to Malik, her body arching in ecstasy. His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her through the dance of passion that had consumed them both. "Hana, I'm about to cum, where do you want It?"
Malik's voice was a low growl in Hana's ear as he felt the approaching wave of pleasure. Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto his, and she moaned softly.
"Cum inside me," Hana whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to feel you explode inside me."
Malik's breath hitched at her words, and he thrust deeper, faster. His climax roared through him like a tidal wave, filling Hana with his essence. Her eyes widened as she felt him release, and a deep, satisfied sigh escaped her lips.
As Malik's warm seed spilled into her, Hana's bite on his neck intensified. Her teeth sank in, not enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark. Her body convulsed in pleasure, waves of ecstasy radiating from her core as she rode the high of her own release.
Malik's ears rang with the sound of his own pulse, beating in rhythm with Hana's gasping breaths. The room spun around him, their combined heat and sweat creating an intimate fog that clouded his vision. He could feel Hana's pulse pounding against his neck where her teeth had marked him, a reminder of their passionate connection.
Hana let out a soft moan as she slowly released her bite, the taste of blood mingling with the saltiness of sweat on her tongue. Her body went limp against his, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
Malik slowly pulled out of Hana, a mixture of pride and tenderness filling him as he saw his cum starting to seep out of her. Her hairy pussy glistened with their shared passion, the delicate folds swollen and flushed from their intimate encounter. Hana's legs remained splayed, her breaths coming in soft pants as she lay back on the examination table, her hair wild and disheveled.
Malik stepped back, his legs slightly unsteady from the intensity of their lovemaking. He couldn't help but marvel at the raw beauty of the scene before him – Hana, bared and vulnerable yet utterly radiant, with his own essence marking her as his. The room was filled with the scent of their love, a potent mix of sweat, sex, and something indefinably intoxicating. The taste of her sweat and natural fragrance mingled with the unmistakable musk of their shared passion. Malik's breath hitched as he lowered himself between Hana's thighs. Her pussy was a sight to behold, a glistening haven of hair and wetness that beckoned him closer. The hair was thick and wild, a testament to Hana's untamed spirit. He could see the evidence of their lovemaking still clinging to her, a reminder of the intensity they had shared just moments ago.
Malik's tongue traced a path along the delicate folds of her pussy, savoring the mix of flavors. Hana gasped, her body arching towards him as if seeking more of his touch. He parted her labia with his fingers, exposing the tender flesh beneath.
Malik's tongue delved deeper, exploring every crevice of Hana's swollen pussy. Her hairy mound was a landscape of pure pleasure, the coarse hair adding a layer of texture that only heightened the sensations. He licked and sucked, drawing out her pleasure with every stroke.
Hana's fingers threaded through Malik's hair, pulling him closer as he devoured her. Her hips bucked in response to his expert ministrations, her moans growing louder and more urgent. The room echoed with the sound of her pleasure, a symphony of gasps and sighs that punctuated each of Malik's skilful movements.
He used his tongue to circle her clit, feeling it harden under his touch. Hana's back arched off the examination table, her body trembling with anticipation.
Hana's breaths came in ragged gasps as Malik's tongue worked its magic. Her fingers clenched in his hair, pulling him closer still as he expertly licked and teased her swollen clit. The sensation was overwhelming, each flick of his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Malik's tongue danced with precision, alternating between gentle caresses and firm pressure. He could feel Hana's muscles tensing beneath him, her hips bucking as if desperate for release. Her moans grew louder and more urgent, her body trembling with anticipation.
Hana's legs wrapped around Malik's shoulders, pulling him deeper into her pussy. She was on the brink, her entire body shaking with the impending explosion of pleasure.
"I want to cum, Malik!" Hana's voice was a desperate plea, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to the edge of release.
Malik's tongue flicked faster, driving her wild with desire. With one last, powerful lick, he sent her spiraling over the edge. Hana's scream of pleasure filled the room as she came, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Malik held her down, his hands firm yet gentle, as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her.
As Hana's climax subsided, she lay back on the examination table, her breathing slowing to a normal pace. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed with pleasure. Malik moved up to lie beside her, his body still buzzing with the adrenaline of their lovemaking.
Malik stood up, his heart pounding with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. He walked around the examination table, his gaze drawn to the breathtaking sight that was Hana. Her large breasts were perfect orbs with dark brown nipples that stood erect, yearning for his touch. The hair on her head cascaded down in a waterfall of soft brown curls, framing her face. The traditional fang-like tattoos on both of her cheeks added an air of mystery and allure, making her look both fierce and alluring.
Hana's hairy pussy was still slick with their combined fluids, and Malik couldn't help but feel a surge of primal desire as he took in the sight of her. "After your shift is done, I want to take you out to dinner, spend some time with you, talk about your day and all that, if you have any more time for me that is?"
Hana's eyes fluttered open as she came back to earth from her euphoric haze. She stretched, her body glistening with sweat and fluids, and she gave Malik a sleepy yet sensual smile.
"Dinner sounds perfect," she said, her voice husky. "I'd love to spend some more time with you."
Malik felt a rush of affection as he helped Hana off the examination table, her breast bouncing as she got up.
Malik carefully helped Hana off the examination table, her breasts swaying slightly as she stood. He couldn't help but admire their beauty, the way they moved with her every step. Her hair was still wild and untamed, the fang-like tattoos on her cheeks adding an edge of exotic allure to her already stunning appearance.
As they both straightened their clothes, Hana ran a hand through her hair, trying to tame it into some semblance of order. She glanced at Malik, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let me just wash up and change, and we can head out," she said, her voice full of warmth and affection.
Malik nodded, his heart still pounding from their recent encounter. He watched as Hana disappeared into the back room, her figure moving gracefully even in her slightly disheveled state. Malik feeling a little ruch, followed her into the back, seeing her over a sink, he touched her back and leaned her forward a little as he pulled her shorts and red panties back down.
Hana's breath hitched at Malik's touch, her body reacting instinctively to his presence. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully feel the sensation of his hands on her skin. The room was filled with the sound of running water and their shared desire.
Malik's fingers traced a line down Hana's back, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. Her skin was soft and warm under his touch, and he couldn't resist pressing himself against her, feeling the heat radiating from her body. Her hair, still damp from their earlier exertions, clung to her face in a way that only added to her allure.
Hana leaned back into Malik, her body molding to his. She let out a soft moan as he continued to explore her with his hands, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Malik unzipped himself, pulled out his hard black cock, and entered Hana from behind, "I hope you don't mind."
Hana arched her back, her breath hitching as she felt Malik's hard cock pressing against her. She glanced over her shoulder, her black eyes locking with his. "I don't mind at all," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Malik moved in closer, his hands gripping Hana's hips as he began to thrust. The water from the sink splashed around them, the sound mingling with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. His movements were deliberate and controlled, each thrust designed to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure from both of them.
Hana's moans grew louder, filling the small room as Malik continued to plunge deeper. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the sink, her knuckles white from the effort. She could feel every inch of him inside her, the sensation both intense and overwhelming. "The thought of you having your pussy filled to the brim with my cum, while we eat just turns me on too much."
Malik's words sent another shiver down Hana's spine, amplifying her pleasure. The sensation of his cock buried deep inside her, combined with the idea of their shared intimacy during dinner, was almost too much to bear. Her breath hitched as she tried to hold back the waves of ecstasy building within her.
Hana's muscles clenched around Malik's length, drawing a low growl from him. The heat and pressure inside her, coupled with the sensual promise of what was to come, sent her spiraling into an abyss of pure pleasure. Her legs trembled as she bit her lip to stifle her cries.
Malik's pace quickened, the rhythmic thrusts becoming more frenzied as he neared the edge. The room around them seemed to blur as their breaths mingled and hearts pounded in sync.
Malik's thrusts became more urgent, driven by a primal desire that he couldn't control. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their heavy breathing and hushed moans. Hana's grip on the sink tightened, her knuckles white as she braced herself against the onslaught of sensations.
"You feel incredible, Hana," Malik groaned, his voice hoarse with passion. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove deeper, his cock pulsing with the promise of release.
Hana's breath caught in her throat as she felt the intensity of Malik's thrusts, the sensation of him buried deep within her causing her own climax to build rapidly. She closed her eyes, her body trembling as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
"Malik, I'm so close."
Hana's words were barely audible as she dug her nails into the edge of the sink, her body tensing in anticipation. Malik's breath came in ragged gasps as he felt her clenching around him, her walls tightening in a vice-like grip that threatened to send him over the edge.
With one final thrust, Malik's release exploded within Hana, filling her completely. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves of bliss. Her legs gave out, but Malik's strong arms held her up, keeping her from collapsing onto the floor.
Breathing heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat, Malik and Hana stood there, locked in an intimate embrace. Their hearts pounded in sync as the intensity of their climaxes slowly ebbed away. "I think we have time for me to cum inside you a few more times, would you agree?" The room is filled with the heady scent of their shared passion, a gentle hum of energy still coursing through both Malik and Hana. Hana's eyes flutter open, meeting Malik's gaze with a mixture of contentment and desire. She offers a small, satisfied smile as she nods, her voice a soft whisper. "Yes, Malik. I'd like that very much."
Malik's heart races at Hana's words, his body still thrumming from their recent encounter. Slowly, deliberately, he begins to move against her once more, his hands tracing the curves of her hips as he adjusts her position. The feel of her skin against his, warm and soft, is intoxicating. He leans in closer, whispering words of love and passion into her ear.
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4: Shisui
That night, Malik found himself back at his mansion, inside the bedroom he shared with his wife, Shisui Uchiha. Things had taken a playful but intense turn, as Malik was currently tied to the bed, his arms and legs restrained by Shisui's expertly tied ropes.
Shisui sat on top of him, her dark eyes narrowed in mock frustration. "You left without protection. Again," she said, tightening the ropes just slightly as a reminder of his supposed disobedience. Her role as leader of the Root left her little time for him, but when she did have time, she ensured Malik knew how much she cared.
Malik squirmed under her weight, trying to give her his most innocent smile. "There aren't too many people I can take with me, and you know that!"
Shisui's expression softened a little, though she still glared at him. "I've been borrowing your personal bodyguards for missions, yes, but that doesn't mean you can wander off alone. You know how dangerous it is."
Malik nodded, still struggling against the ropes. "I promise, I'll bring someone with me from now on. One person, at least."
Satisfied with his response, Shisui leaned down, her face just inches from his. "Good. But I think I need to teach you a lesson first." She tightened the ropes even more, her hands skillfully making sure he couldn't escape.
Malik smirked, knowing exactly where this was going. Shisui's eyes gleamed with mischief as she pressed her body down on him, their connection deepening as the night went on.
Shisui's breath tickles his neck as she whispers, "Now, let's see how well you've been listening." Her fingers trace a path down Malik's chest, sending shivers through his body. Her touch is both tender and firm, a blend of affection and authority that leaves him breathless.
"You know, Malik, despite everything, I still worry about you," she continues, her voice soothing yet commanding. Her hand reaches the waistband of his pants, her fingers deftly unbuttoning and pulling them down just enough to reveal the growing tension beneath.
"Mmm," she hums appreciatively, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of amusement and something deeper, more intimate. "You always make this so easy for me."
As she leans back, allowing him a moment to catch his breath, Malik can't help but admire her confidence, her strength.
l k That night, Malik found himself back at his mansion, inside the bedroom he shared with his wife, Shisui Uchiha. Things had taken a playful but intense turn, as Malik was currently tied to the bed, his arms and legs restrained by Shisui's expertly tied ropes.
Shisui sat on top of him, her dark eyes narrowed in mock frustration. "You left without protection. Again," she said, tightening the ropes just slightly as a reminder of his supposed disobedience. Her role as leader of the Root left her little time for him, but when she did have time, she ensured Malik knew how much she cared.
Malik squirmed under her weight, trying to give her his most innocent smile. "There aren't too many people I can take with me, and you know that!"
Shisui's expression softened a little, though she still glared at him. "I've been borrowing your personal bodyguards for missions, yes, but that doesn't mean you can wander off alone. You know how dangerous it is."
Malik nodded, still struggling against the ropes. "I promise, I'll bring someone with me from now on. One person, at least."
Satisfied with his response, Shisui leaned down, her face just inches from his. "Good. But I think I need to teach you a lesson first." She tightened the ropes even more, her hands skillfully making sure he couldn't escape.
Malik smirked, knowing exactly where this was going. Shisui's eyes gleamed with mischief as she pressed her body down on him, their connection deepening as the night went on. Shisui's breath tickles his neck as she whispers, "Now, let's see how well you've been listening." Her fingers trace a path down Malik's chest, sending shivers through his body. Her touch is both tender and firm, a blend of affection and authority that leaves him breathless.
"You know, Malik, despite everything, I still worry about you," she continues, her voice soothing yet commanding. Her hand reaches the waistband of his pants, her fingers deftly unbuttoning and pulling them down just enough to reveal the growing tension beneath.
"Mmm," she hums appreciatively, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of amusement and something deeper, more intimate. "You always make this so easy for me."
As she leans back, allowing him a moment to catch his breath, Malik can't help but admire her confidence, her strength. Taking the time to see what Shisui was wearing, "Is that a new pair of pajamas, because they look great, they made your boobs look huge, even though they're already big, at least show them off for me babe." Malik asked squirming under his wife's weight and the tightness of the ropes.
Shisui chuckles, her eyes lighting up with amusement. "You really do know how to flatter a girl, don't you?" she says, playfully pinching his side. "But you don't get to make the demands here."
She leans back in, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and whispers in his ear, "But if you're good, maybe I'll give you what you want."
Malik's breath hitches at her words, his pulse quickening. Shisui's lips find his, her kiss both tender and possessive. She pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, her gaze intense and filled with a mixture of affection and dominance.
"You see, Malik," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry, "sometimes, you need a little bit of force to remind you who's in control."
Shisui's lips curl into a small, teasing smile as she watches Malik's reaction. She feels the subtle shift in his body, the slight tremor that runs through him as he processes her words. Her fingers continue their journey down his body, tracing lones on his soft chest and waist with a practiced touch.
"I think you like that idea," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper, filled with a playful challenge. Her hand slips under his boxers, causing him to gasp at the sudden, intimate contact.
Malik's heart pounds in his chest, the ropes digging into his skin as he struggles against them, not out of desperation to escape, but out of sheer, electrifying anticipation. Shisui's touch is both gentle and commanding, a perfect blend of tenderness and control. But to Malik's dismay, she doesn't touch his hard black dick, instead, she just looks at it, while thinking to herself.
Shisui's eyes glint with amusement as she leans back, her hand still hovering just above Malik's throbbing member. "Not so fast, my dear," she murmurs, her voice dripping with teasing. "You'll have to work a bit harder for this."
She stands up, her body casting a long shadow over him as she moves with graceful authority. She retrieves a few items from a drawer, setting them down on the nightstand. Malik watches her, his eyes drawn to the mysterious objects but unable to make out their purpose in the dim light.
"You know," she begins, her tone smooth like silk, "this bed has been the stage for many of our best moments. But it's also the place where I have to set boundaries. And you, Malik, have been pushing those boundaries lately." ("What is this crazy-sexy woman going to do to me") Malik thought to himself, somehow getting harder from the mystery.
Shisui stands over Malik, her form momentarily illuminated by the flickering candlelight. Her eyes shimmer with a mix of amusement and determination as she picks up a leather flogger, running its tails through her fingers. She then traces the flogger's tip over Malik's body, leaving a light, tickling sensation that makes him gasp.
"Don't worry," she whispers, her voice husky with both promise and warning, "this will only hurt in the best way possible."
Malik's heart races as Shisui's words hang in the air. His breath quickens with each deliberate movement of the flogger, creating a wave of anticipation that ripples through his body. She takes a step back, her eyes locked onto his, measuring his reaction before she makes her next move.
Shisui raises the flogger, her arm moving with practiced precision as the leather tails whistle through the air. They land on Malik's chest with a sharp sting that sends a jolt of sensation through him. He flinches at first but quickly finds himself craving more, his body responding instinctively to the blend of pain and pleasure.
The room fills with the sound of the flogger meeting skin, a rhythmic symphony of dominance and submission. Shisui's control is absolute as she teases and torments Malik, her eyes never leaving his face, watching for any sign of discomfort or pleasure.
As the intensity of the flogging increases, Malik feels a rush of adrenaline coursing through him, heightening his senses and deepening his arousal, it helps that Shusui's huge breasts bounce wildly every time she moves.
Shisui's flogger hits Malik's chest in a steady rhythm, the leather sting mingling with the erotic energy in the room. With each impact, Malik's body writhes against the ropes binding him, the tension in his muscles adding to the thrill of the scene.
Shisui's eyes narrow as she watches Malik's reactions, her grip on the flogger firm yet deliberate. Her dominant nature shines through with every stroke, each one crafted to ignite a blend of pleasure and pain that leaves Malik breathless.
"Say my name," Shisui commands, her voice carrying an edge of authority. Malik's eyes meet hers, the intensity in her gaze unyielding. "Shisui," he gasps, his voice ragged from the exertion and the ecstasy of the moment.
Shisui's eyes flash with approval as she hears her name on Malik's lips. She sets the flogger down and leans over him, her breath warm against his ear. "Good boy," she murmurs, her voice filled with both affection and authority. "Now, let's see if you can handle something a little more... intimate."
Her fingers trace a path down his body once more, this time stopping just short of his groin. She can feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles showing just how much he desires her touch. Shisui's lips curl into a smirk as she leans back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You're going to have to earn it, my dear," she teases, her voice dripping with sensuality.
She reaches for a silk scarf, its fabric soft against her skin.
Shisui's fingers glide over the silk scarf, the material slipping through her grasp as she brings it closer to Malik. The candlelight dances across the room, casting flickering shadows that add an intimate ambiance to the scene. Her eyes, sparkling with mischief and desire, lock onto Malik's.
"Close your eyes," she commands, her voice a silky whisper. Malik obeys, his eyelids fluttering shut as he surrenders to the moment. The ropes dig into his skin, a constant reminder of his vulnerability and the trust he has placed in Shisui.
The silk scarf brushes against his cheek, soft and cool, before being gently tied around his eyes. The world beyond the fabric fades into darkness, heightening his other senses and intensifying the anticipation of Shisui's next move. ("Wonder where this is going?") He thought to himself as he felt Shisui rub something into his fat chest where she hit him.
Shisui's hands move with practiced ease, her fingers working a cooling balm into the skin she's marked with the flogger. The sensation is strange yet oddly soothing, a contrast to the sting that still lingers.
"How does that feel?" she asks, her voice tender and laced with curiosity.
Malik, his senses heightened by the darkness, inhales deeply, the cool balm mingling with the heady fragrance of candles and incense filling the room. The touch of her hands on his chest sends shivers down his spine, a delightful mix of pain and pleasure. "It feels... incredible," he murmurs, his voice ragged and full of raw emotion.
Shisui's smile broadens, her satisfaction evident. "I wish I could see, I would love to at least get a kiss?" Malik whined to his wife/current mistress.
Shisui's laughter echoes softly, a melodic sound that sends a shiver down Malik's spine. "Patience, my dear," she murmurs, her fingers trailing along his jawline, tracing the curve of his lips. "You'll get what you desire soon enough."
She leans in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "But first, let's explore this tension a little further." Her voice is a silky caress, sending another wave of anticipation through his body.
Shisui's hands continue their journey, moving down his chest and across his abdomen. The touch is feather-light, yet it stirs a fire within him, each touch sparking a chain reaction of pleasure. She pauses just above the waist to his hard and hot member, her fingers dancing along the fedge, teasing him with the promise of more to come. She looked at it and blew soft on the tip, as she saw the pre-cum leaking out.
Malik's body shudders at the brief touch and the warmth of Shisui's breath. He groans softly, the intensity of the moment nearly overwhelming him. Her teasing continues, her fingers barely grazing his length before retreating, leaving him panting and desperate for more.
"Shisui," he gasps, his voice laced with a blend of frustration and arousal. "Please..."
Shisui chuckles softly, her voice like velvet. "Patience, my dear," she repeats, her fingers now trailing down the insides of his thighs. "Let's savor this."
She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to hear you beg," she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "Only then will you truly understand the meaning of desire." Malik began softly, "Please, My love, My wife, My queen, please show me your love."
Shisui's laughter fills the air once more, a sound that seems to reverberate within Malik's very soul. Her fingers continue to explore, her touch both gentle and maddening as they move further down his legs. Every touch, every teasing caress, is designed to heighten his anticipation, to push him to the brink of desperation.
"Beg for it," she whispers, her voice dripping with sensuality. "Beg, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you want."
Malik's mind races, his body a whirlwind of sensations. The darkness, the tension, and the promise of Shisui's touch are almost too much to bear. "Please, Shisui," he gasps, his voice hoarse with need. "I beg you. I need you. Please." Then Malik saw through the dark silk blindfold over his eyes, a light getting closer. ("Weird") he thought until he felt a hot liquid touch his bare chest and thighs, Shisui grabbed one candle and dropped its wax on him, "Beg, Louder and Harder, my love!" She demanded
Malik's breath hitches as the next drop of wax lands on his chest, the heat searing through his skin and igniting a new wave of desire. He arches his back, the sensation both pain and pleasure, a sweet torment that sends shivers down his spine.
"Please, Shisui," he moans, his voice growing louder and more desperate. "I'm begging you, please."
Shisui's chuckle is soft and filled with satisfaction as she drizzles more wax, her fingers skillfully guiding the candle to create intricate patterns on Malik's chest and thighs. Each drop is a testament to her control and his vulnerability.
"Louder," she commands, her voice a sensual whisper that echoes in the dimly lit room. "I want to hear how much you crave me, I need to hear how much you Love me!"
Shisui's laughter fills the room once more, a sound that wraps around Malik like a warm embrace. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across the walls, illuminating the scene with an ethereal glow. Her fingers continue their torturous dance, lightly tracing patterns on his skin, her touch both maddening and exhilarating.
"Please, my love," Malik gasps, his voice hoarse with desperation and passion. "I need you. I can't bear it any longer."
Shisui leans in close, her lips hovering just above his ear, her breath warm and tantalizing. "Say it again," she murmurs. "Louder, and mean it."
Malik's heart races, his body aching with need. "I love you, Shisui!"
The words hang in the air, a declaration of love and desire. Shisui's smile widens, her eyes glinting in the dim light as she finally relents. She moves closer, her lips brushing against his, her kiss tender yet commanding, a promise of the pleasures to come.
As their lips meet, the world around them fades away. The only thing that exists is the heat of her body, the softness of her lips, and the overwhelming sensation of her presence. Her hands are everywhere, caressing, kneading, and exploring every inch of him with a mastery that leaves him breathless.
Shisui's touch is electric, her fingers moving deftly over his skin, tracing patterns of pleasure and pain that drive him wild. Each touch sends jolts of pleasure through his body, intensifying the ache between his legs. Malik hears her drop the still-lit candle on the floor, he feels her climb back on top of him and grab his hard cock with her cold hands.
Shisui's hands, cool from the melted wax, grip Malik's member firmly yet gently. Her fingers glide over the sensitive skin, tracing the contours with an expert touch. Each movement is slow and deliberate, designed to draw out his pleasure. She leans in, her lips pressed against his ear once more.
"You've been a very good boy," she whispers, her breath hot and tender. Her free hand reaches up to gently stroke his cheek, a tender contrast to the intensity of her other hand's ministrations.
Malik's breath hitches as her touch ignites a fire within him. The world narrows to the sensation of her hands on him, the sound of her soft whispers, and the intimate warmth of her body pressed against his. He can feel himself nearing the edge, each touch pushing him closer to the brink of ecstasy. Then Shisui feeling him about to cum, gips his cock tight, "You don't get to cum alone, if you want to cum it's going to be together with me and inside me!"
Malik's breath catches as Shisui's grip tightens around his cock. The sudden intensity of her command sends a surge of anticipation through him, and he groans in pleasure. Her whispers of dominance and control send shivers down his spine, his body responding to her every command.
"Yes, my love," he gasps, surrendering completely to her will. "Please, I want you with me."
Shisui's laughter is a low, sensual hum that vibrates through their shared kiss. Her fingers move with a practiced ease, her grip never faltering as she guides him to the edge once more. She can feel his arousal, the tension building in his muscles, and she knows he is close.
"Beg me again," she commands, her voice like a siren's call.
"Please, Shisui."
"Please, Shisui," Malik gasps, his voice ragged with anticipation and desire. "I need you. Please, let me cum with you."
Shisui's laughter fills the room once more, a sound both thrilling and terrifying in its intensity. She releases her grip on his cock, just long enough to position herself above him, her body aligning perfectly with his. Her eyes blaze with a mixture of passion and control as she lowers herself onto him.
Their bodies meet with a rush of sensation that leaves them both breathless. Shisui's eyes lock with Malik's, and in that moment, the world narrows to the two of them. Her movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust a deliberate challenge to his control. Malik's body is a battleground of pleasure and restraint, the ecstasy threatening to overwhelm him at every moment. Malik no longer fighting against the ropes, Lets her take control, he does however notice that she is extremely wet and hot, and this must have turned her on a lot.
The warmth of Shisui's body envelops Malik as she takes control, her movements both demanding and intoxicating. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he surrenders fully to the sensations. The ropes holding his wrists and ankles bind him securely, amplifying his vulnerability and heightening the intensity of the experience.
Shisui's gaze never leaves Malik's face, watching as his expressions shift between pleasure and arousal. Her own face is a mask of concentration and control, her lips parted as she breathes heavily. The room is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and the slap of their bodies meeting, creating a rhythm that syncs their hearts and minds together.
As the tension builds, Shisui leans in closer, her hair creating a curtain that shrouds them in intimacy, she can't see Malik's eyes through the silk blindfold but knows he is looking into her eyes.
Shisui's breath mingles with Malik's as she leans in closer, her hair creating a canopy that surrounds them in an intimate cocoon. The world outside the room ceases to exist, replaced by the symphony of their bodies moving together and the soft whispers of love and desire that pass between them.
The sensation of Shisui's warmth and wetness surrounding him is almost overwhelming. Each thrust is a reminder of her control, a promise of pleasure that leaves him trembling. She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Do you feel that, my love?" she murmurs, her voice a sultry whisper. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
"Yes," Malik breathes, his voice hoarse with desire. "Yes, Shisui."
The room around them is filled with a heady mix of thier own heavy breathing and the soft, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Shisui's voice is a melody of control and desire, a cadence that matches the ebb and flow of her body against his. Her words whisper against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Say it," she commands, her voice firm yet tender. "Tell me how much you want this."
"I want this more than anything," he replies, his voice thick with longing. "I want you, Shisui. Always and forever."
Her laughter fills the air once more, a sound that is both thrilling and soothing. She continues her slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust driving them deeper into the haze of pleasure. The ropes bind him securely, but instead of restraint, they only heighten the intensity of their connection. "Shisui." Malik says softly, "Take the blindfold off, I need to see you."
Shisui's laughter echoes softly in the room as she reaches up, her fingers deftly untying the knot of the silk blindfold. She pulls it away, her eyes meeting Malik's for the first time in this intimate encounter. The connection between them is electrifying, a tangible force that seems to pull them even closer together.
Her gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of affection and dominance. She leans in, her lips brushing against his in a tender kiss that sends a jolt of pleasure through him. Her free hand continues to stroke his cheek, a gentle counterpoint to the raw intensity of their lovemaking. "I think I first fell in love with you when I saw you open your eyes for the first time, they were so dark and deep," he says looking up into hers, "Then there were your lips, so soft but I had a feeling you never really talked much, at least to strangers, which I was when we first met,"
"And then there was your laughter, so rare and beautiful," Malik continues, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "But it was your eyes that truly captured my heart, always filled with so much mystery and intensity."
Shisui's expression softens as she listens, her hand still cradling his cheek. "You always know the right things to say," she murmurs, her voice tinged with a vulnerability that she rarely shows. "It's one of the many reasons I fell for you, Malik."
Their eyes lock, the connection between them as strong as ever, undiminished by the years and the challenges they've faced. The room is filled with a profound sense of intimacy, a shared history and understanding that deepens with each passing moment.
Shisui's movements become slower, more deliberate, as if savoring every moment of their connection. "I'm sorry I left alone, and promise to tell you where I go from now on," Malik says smiling up at her and she did all the work on top of him.
Her movements slow down, each thrust becoming more deliberate and intimate. The room is filled with a serene silence, broken only by the sound of their synchronized breathing and the occasional whisper of love and devotion.
"It's alright, Malik," Shisui whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I understand why you left." She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "But know that I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."
Her words bring a wave of relief and comfort to Malik, a sense of security and belonging that he hasn't felt in a long time. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her body and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. The ropes that once bound him now feel like a connection, a tangible reminder of the trust and vulnerability that has grown between them. She leaned closer to him then, "I'm so close right now, let us cum together!"
Malik's heart races as Shisui's words echo in his ears. Her body moves in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust intensifying the connection between them. The room is bathed in a soft, golden light, casting dancing shadows on the walls as their bodies move in perfect harmony.
Shisui's gaze remains locked with Malik's, her eyes burning with intensity and affection. Her breaths come in short, shallow gasps, each one syncing with the rhythm of their lovemaking. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear once more.
"Feel that, Malik?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the symphony of their shared desire. "This is what it means to truly be one."
Malik nods, unable to speak, his body responding to her words and the sheer power of their connection. The air between them crackles with an intensity that rivals the flame they used to set the scene. Shisui's hands explore Malik's body, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him. Each touch, each whisper, adds to the growing crescendo of their shared ecstasy. Their bodies move in a dance that's both primal and beautiful, a testament to the deep connection they share.
Shisui's rhythm becomes more urgent, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Malik's heart pounds in his chest, matching the tempo of their lovemaking. The ropes bind him securely, but they no longer feel restrictive. Instead, they enhance the sensation of closeness, of being completely vulnerable and utterly connected to one another.
"Malik," Shisui breathes, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotion. "I... I love you so much."
As Shisui's voice trails off, her eyes remain locked on Malik's, filled with a raw, unfiltered love that leaves him breathless. The room seems to spin around them as their bodies move in perfect sync, every touch, every gasp deepening their connection.
Malik's heart races as he feels the waves of pleasure wash over him, merging with Shisui's own as they move towards their shared climax. Her body, slick with sweat, slides against his, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts beating as one, their bodies intertwined in an intimate dance of love and devotion.
With a final, powerful surge, they reach the peak together, a release that leaves them both panting, their bodies spent but their spirits soaring. Shisui felt Malik's hot seed fill her, and before she falls alseep on top of him she whispered one last thing.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," Shisui whispers softly in Malik's ear before collapsing onto his chest, her body heavy with exhaustion and contentment. The room is filled with the sound of their synchronized breathing, a serene symphony of calm after the storm of their passionate lovemaking.
As the minutes pass, Malik's fingers gently trace patterns on Shisui's back, savoring the closeness of their intimate moment. Her breath is warm against his skin, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest tells him she's already drifting off to sleep. Despite the ropes binding him, Malik feels an overwhelming sense of freedom, a freedom that comes from being utterly connected to someone he loves so deeply.
As Malik's climax begins, he feels the overwhelming surge of pleasure course through his body, every muscle tense as he rides out the wave of ecstasy. Even as Shisui falls into a peaceful slumber, Malik remains deeply connected to her, his seed mingling with her own inside her.
The sensation of Shisui's warm, sleepy body against his only intensifies his pleasure, and he bites his lip to hold back a groan, not wanting to wake her. He continues to move slowly within her, prolonging the exquisite sensation, each thrust becoming more deliberate, more intimate.
Gradually, Malik's movements grow more languid as the intensity of his orgasm subsides. He leans back, savoring the sensation of her body wrapped around him, her legs still wrapped around his waist. ("Now the hard part.") Malik thought, first he was still tied to the bed, second, he needed to pee, and third, he was pretty sure the candle she dropped on the floor was setting the blankets off the bed on five. Malik using his magic connect through his house sank into the bed and got out of the ropes Shisui tied to him. Then he floated through the floor, rising next to the bed where he then picked up the burning candle and blew it out.
As Malik carefully extinguishes the candle, the room is bathed in a softer, more serene light. The flickering candle flame extinguishes with a soft hiss, leaving behind a gentle ambiance that wraps around the two lovers like a comforting blanket. Malik looks down at Shisui, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with her deep, peaceful slumber. Her face is peaceful, her features softened by the gentle glow of the dimly lit room.
Carefully, Malik moves to the side of the bed and sets the candle back on the nightstand, ensuring it won't accidentally tip over. He then turns his attention to the ropes that still bind one of his ankles to the bedframe. He raises an eyebrow, slightly amused at the situation he's in. While his wife Shisui was on her stomach face down on the bed he untied his ankles and rose to look at her, walking to the end of the bed her legs spread out and her nice round ass bare, he took a moment to appreciate the sight, her nice butt, the cum running out of her hairy pussy and her stronger legs.
The moonlight spills through the window, casting a soft, silver glow over the room. Shisui's form is relaxed, her back rising and falling with each deep, peaceful breath. Her skin glistens with the remnants of their shared passion, and the sight of her asleep sends warmth spreading through Malik's chest.
Gently, Malik moves to sit at the edge of the bed, his hands brushing against her bare skin as he does so. Her body feels so perfect, so inviting, that it's hard to believe such an intimate moment could exist. As he unties the last remnants of the ropes, he can't help but admire the way she looks, both vulnerable and strong, a testament to their bond.
As he stands, Malik notices the slight sting from the wax and the bite of the flogger, reminders of their passionate encounter.
The moonlight filters through the window, casting a soft, silver glow over the room, illuminating Shisui's form in a dreamlike hue. Her hair cascades over the pillow, hiding her face as she sleeps peacefully. Malik's eyes are drawn to her bare back, the smooth curve of her waist, and the enticing way her legs are splayed open.
He feels an overwhelming desire for her, his heart racing as he takes in every detail of her form. His gaze lingers on her round, firm buttocks, the skin slightly flushed from their earlier encounter. The sight of her wet, hairy pussy sends a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the pleasure they had shared just moments ago.
Malik approaches the bed, his movements deliberate and slow.
Malik stands beside the bed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he watches his sleeping wife. The moonlight dances across her body, highlighting her curves and the moisture glistening on her pussy. He reaches out, his fingers hovering just above her skin, afraid to disturb her peaceful slumber. His heart pounds in his chest, the anticipation building with each passing second.
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to steady his nerves. Malik's eyes are drawn to the way her ass moves with each breath she takes, the slight jiggle making his mouth water. He bites his lip, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her. Instead, he slowly unbuttons his pants, his movements quiet and deliberate.
Malik steps closer, his body pressed against hers. He can feel the heat radiating from her skin, a tantalizing promise of what's to come.
The room is bathed in a soft, ethereal glow as the moonlight streams through the window, casting long shadows on the walls. Malik's pulse quickens as he stands beside the bed, watching his sleeping wife. Her body is relaxed, her breaths slow and steady, completely unaware of the desire coursing through him.
Malik's eyes are drawn to Shisui's round, inviting ass, the skin smooth and firm. The sight of it makes his pulse race and his cock twitch in his hand. He reaches out, his fingers hovering just above her skin, feeling the warmth emanating from her body. The urge to touch her, to feel her softness beneath his fingers, is almost unbearable.
Moving with deliberate slowness, Malik gently parts her legs.
Her legs spread, revealing the slick, hairy folds of her pussy glistening in the moonlight. Malik's breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight, his mind racing with the possibilities. He can see the remnants of their earlier passion, the wetness still present, a testament to their intense lovemaking.
Malik's cock throbs in his hand, his grip tightening around it as he continues to watch her. He leans down, his breath hot against her skin, and inhales deeply. The musky scent of her arousal fills his nostrils, a fragrance that sends a jolt of desire through him. He lets out a soft groan, the sound muffled against her flesh.
Shisui stirs slightly, her breathing still steady but her body reacting to Malik's presence.
Malik freezes, his heart pounding in his chest. He holds his breath, waiting to see if she'll wake. But she simply shifts position, her breath evening out once more as she drifts back into a peaceful slumber.
Taking advantage of this moment, Malik resumes his gaze on her ass. He admires the way her body moves in sync with her breathing, each rise and fall of her hips accentuating her curves. The slight sheen of sweat on her skin makes her seem almost ethereal, like a goddess in repose.
He reaches out, his fingers lightly grazing the curve of her hip. The touch sends a shiver down her spine, and she murmurs softly in her sleep. Emboldened, Malik lets his hand roam further, tracing a path down her thigh before gently parting her legs wider.
As Malik's fingers explore the soft, smooth skin of Shisui's thigh, he can feel the heat radiating from her body. Her legs open further, exposing more of her hairy pussy to the moonlight. The sight is incredibly arousing, and Malik can't resist the temptation any longer.
He wraps his hand around his cock, feeling the heat and weight of it in his palm. With slow, deliberate strokes, he starts to jerk himself off. His gaze never wavers from his sleeping wife, her body a vision of pure, unfiltered desire.
Malik's breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to pleasure himself, each thrust of his hand bringing him closer to the edge. His mind races with thoughts of her, memories of their passionate encounters playing like a vivid film in his mind.
As Malik's hand moves rhythmically, his heart pounds in his chest and sweat beads on his forehead. The anticipation builds with each stroke, his eyes glued to the intimate scene unfolding before him. Shisui's body shifts and her legs twitch slightly, but she remains deeply asleep.
Malik can feel his climax nearing, each stroke of his hand bringing him closer to the brink. He focuses on the sight of her, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils and intensifying his pleasure. His breaths quicken, and he can no longer hold back the groan of ecstasy that escapes his lips. His semen spills onto her thigh, hot and sticky.
Malik stands there for a moment, panting heavily, his heart still racing. He looks down at the evidence of his release on her thigh and feels a mix of satisfaction and guilt. Malik keeps stroking himself, shooting rope after rope of cum on her ass and thighs!
Malik's breaths come in shallow gasps as he stands over his sleeping wife, his cum dripping down her skin. The moonlight casts an eerie glow, highlighting the intimate scene. He can't help but feel a mix of satisfaction and guilt, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he watches, a small, satisfied smile forms on his lips. The sight of his release on her body only fuels his desire, making him wonder what other forbidden fantasies might come true. He reaches down and gently wipes the cum from her skin, using his own shirt to clean her up.
Malik's eyes drift back to her face. Even in sleep, there's a serene beauty that captivates him. Her lips are slightly parted, and he can't resist the temptation to lean down and cover her face with his cum! As Malik's cum covers Shisui's face, she stirs slightly, her eyelids fluttering open. She looks up at him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Malik feels a pang of guilt and quickly leans down to kiss her, wiping away the remnants of his semen with his lips.
Shisui's eyes widen as she realizes what's happening, but there's no anger or disgust in her gaze. Instead, there's a softness, a tenderness that only deepens the connection between them. She reaches up and pulls Malik closer, her fingers tangling in his hair as their lips meet in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues dance together, each one expressing their love and desire. Malik can feel Shisui's body respond to him, her hips grinding against the bed, seeking more of his touch. Shisui lay flat on the bed while Malik got on top and behind her before Malik slides inside her, "I'm sometimes to horny, don't you think?".
The bed creaks softly as Malik positions himself behind Shisui. His fingers grip her hips gently, and he aligns his body with hers. With one smooth motion, he enters her, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
Shisui's back arches, her body welcoming him in. She moans softly, her voice blending with the rhythmic creaking of the bed. The sensation of Malik inside her is overwhelming, igniting a fire within her that spreads through every inch of her body.
"Yes, like that," she murmurs, her voice seductive and filled with desire. "Just like that."
Malik's thrusts become more urgent, each one bringing him deeper into her. Shisui's body moves in sync with him, her hips meeting his with every stroke.
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