Chapter 145: TatleTale

Chapter 145: TatleTale

On the Boat to the Land of Snow

The sea breeze whipped through Sakura's hair as she stood at the bow of the boat, gazing out at the horizon. The sun was a pale disc against the wintry sky, casting a silvery glow over the choppy waters. Team 7—Naruto, Sasuke, and Kakashi—were scattered around the deck, each lost in their thoughts.

The boat was a curious mix of film crew and ninja. The movie production team bustled about, adjusting cameras and checking lighting. Their director, a stout man with a thick beard, barked orders that Sakura didn't understand. Beside him stood Yukie Fujikaze, now dressed in her Princess Fūn costume—a regal gown adorned with faux snowflakes. Despite the heavy fabric, it was clear that Yukie was a bombshell, her very large bosom and curvaceous figure only hinted at beneath the layers of her costume.

Sakura's mind raced. They were on a mission, yes, but this was unlike any other. Escorting a movie star who was also a real princess? It felt surreal. Beside her, Naruto fidgeted, his eyes scanning the crew. He'd been starstruck ever since they boarded.

Sasuke leaned against the railing, arms crossed. His stoic expression gave nothing away, but Sakura knew he was wary. The Land of Snow was a dangerous place, and Dotō's reach extended even here.

Kakashi, ever the enigma, stood near the mast. His single visible eye watched everything—the crew, the waves, and the distant shoreline. He'd been unusually quiet since they left port.

As the boat cut through the icy waves, Sakura wondered about Yukie's true feelings. Was she nervous? Excited? Or did she hide her fears behind that movie-star smile?

Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the stern. Sakura turned to see an actor, arguing with the director. The men dressed as samurai were clearly uncomfortable, their armor clashing with the film crew's modern attire.

Yukie approached Sakura, her eyes wide. "Is this how it always is for you ninja?"

Sakura chuckled. "Not usually. But we adapt."

Yukie's gaze shifted to Naruto, who was now posing with a starstruck crew member. "And him?"

"He's… unique," Sakura said diplomatically.

The boat surged forward, and Sakura's heart clenched. The Land of Snow awaited—a land of treacherous politics, hidden crystals, and a princess who held the key to it all.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the deck, Sakura made a silent promise. They'd protect Yukie, unravel Dotō's secrets, and maybe—just maybe—find a little movie magic along the way.

Sakura also knew her fiancé, Malik, was somewhere in the Land of Snow. The thought of him brought a small smile to her lips, mingling her sense of duty with personal longing.

And so, Team 7 sailed toward their destiny, where ninja skills and movie glamour would collide in a frosty tale of intrigue and rebellion.

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Sakura Haruno was nestled under a thick blanket, wearing thicker pajamas than usual to fend off the cold. The biting chill of the Land of Snow seeped into every corner of the room, but she found some comfort in the warmth of her bed. The exhaustion from the day's events weighed heavily on her, pulling her into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

In her dream, the cold seemed to vanish, replaced by a familiar warmth. Sakura found herself standing in a field of cherry blossoms, the petals swirling around her in a gentle breeze. It was peaceful, serene, and she immediately recognized the dreamscape as one Malik had crafted for her many times before.

As she turned, she saw Malik approaching, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked just as he always did—strong, calm, and radiating a comforting presence that always made her heart flutter. Without a word, he handed her a sealed letter, the wax emblem on it a symbol she recognized as belonging to Dotō.

"What's this?" Sakura asked, her voice soft, yet filled with curiosity.

"Information about Dotō's plans," Malik replied, his tone serious but softened by the affection in his eyes. "Give it to Kakashi. He'll know what to do with it."

Sakura nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. But before she could say anything else, Malik leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. The world around them seemed to blur, the cherry blossoms falling in slow motion as they shared that brief, intimate moment.

"I love you, Sakura," Malik whispered against her lips, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. "But watch out for the icebergs."

Before she could respond, she felt a playful slap on her left butt cheek, the sting of it jolting her slightly even within the dream. Malik grinned at her, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable, and then, just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone, leaving Sakura alone in the field of cherry blossoms.

Sakura woke with a start, her heart racing. The warmth of the dream still lingered, but the reality of her cold room quickly settled back in. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and felt something crinkle in her hand. Looking down, she saw the sealed letter Malik had handed her in the dream.

Her eyes widened in surprise. The letter was real, tangible, and she could feel the weight of it in her hand. But what really caught her attention was the dull ache on her left butt cheek. She touched it gingerly and frowned.

"He's lucky I'm in love with him," Sakura muttered to herself, her cheeks flushing slightly in both irritation and fondness. "Because otherwise, I'd choke him for that."

With a sigh, she slipped out of bed, the cold air nipping at her as she quickly dressed in warmer clothes. She knew she needed to get the letter to Kakashi as soon as possible. As she moved, the soreness from the playful slap lingered, a constant reminder of Malik's visit and his peculiar way of showing affection.

As she headed out into the cold, letter in hand, she couldn't help but smile, despite herself. Malik's methods were always unorthodox, but there was no denying the love and care behind every gesture. And for that, she was willing to forgive his playful antics—at least, for now.

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Malik stirred awake, the lingering warmth of his dream with Sakura slowly fading as he carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake Iūky. The night was still and quiet, the perfect cover for what he planned to do. He had felt the pull of something deep within him, a calling that was both exhilarating and unsettling. As an Incubus, he knew the nature of his powers, but tonight, he would have to embrace them fully.

His breath misted in the cool night air as he made his way through the winding streets of the Land of Snow, the snow-covered roofs of the village houses reflecting the pale moonlight. Malik's destination was clear, and the desire to fulfill his quest pushed him forward.

House of Consort Amaya

Amaya was the first on his list. A strikingly beautiful woman, she had long, dark hair that fell in waves over her shoulders and deep, almond-shaped eyes that held a mysterious allure. Her house was adorned with silks and luxurious fabrics, hinting at her status and wealth. Malik entered quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound as he approached her bedside.

Amaya was half-awake, sensing his presence as she opened her eyes slowly. "Malik?" she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Amaya," Malik said softly, his voice carrying a seductive undertone. "But I couldn't stay away."

Amaya smiled, reaching out to touch his hand. "You're always welcome here, Malik."

As Malik leaned closer, his presence enveloped her, drawing out the emotions she kept hidden behind her composed exterior. He felt her longing, her deep desire for connection, and the loneliness she tried so hard to conceal. He fed on those emotions, the energy flowing into him like a warm tide.

As Malik absorbed the swell of emotions from Amaya, he felt a deep satisfaction settle within him. Her sigh of contentment echoed softly in the room, and her eyes fluttered closed once more. He gently placed a hand on her forehead, drawing out even more energy, until a serene expression settled over her face.

He felt her lust and heat, she pulled him closer to her. "Did you want something?" Malik asks his voice soft, "Malik, your touch is like fire," Amaya breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her eyes shone with a mixture of desire and vulnerability as she looked up at him. The silken sheets pooled around her form, accentuating the soft curves of her body. Her fingers traced lightly over his arm, sending a shiver through him.

Malik smiled, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his face. "I seek to help, Amaya." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "And perhaps we can share a connection that transcends the physical."

Her eyes widened at the mention of transcending the physical, a spark of curiosity mingling with the desire in her gaze. "What kind of connection?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Malik shrugged. She smiled at him, "Just get inside me already!" Malik's eyes gleamed with a predatory excitement as he moved closer. The subtle, floral scent of her perfume mingled with the smoky undertone of incense, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The silk sheets rustled as he slipped under them, his body aligning perfectly with hers. Her warmth was a seductive invitation, pulling him into a world of heightened senses.

Her body arched towards him as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a delicate ballet of desire. Amaya's breath caught in her throat, and she pulled him in tighter, wrapping her legs around him. Malik could feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat against his chest, syncing with his own rhythm. "I'm a little big, are you sure you can handle me?" He said to her, her eyes seeing his large black cock for the first time, Amaya's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Malik's impressive form, particularly the part that she couldn't quite wrap her mind around. Her breath hitched in her throat as she processed the magnitude of the moment, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I've never felt so alive," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly with both excitement and anticipation. Her fingers traced over his shoulders, then down his arms, as if trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

Malik's lips curled into a gentle smile as he took in her reaction. "Trust me, you won't regret this," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. He moved his hips slowly, allowing her to adjust to his presence. Amaya's hands gripped his arms, her fingernails digging into his flesh slightly as she welcomed him. As their bodies melded together, Malik felt an overwhelming sense of connection with Amaya. Her energy surged through him, mingling with his own. He could feel her emotions intensifying as their connection deepened, her desires, her fears, everything laid bare. He knew that this was more than just a physical act - it was a moment of genuine intimacy that transcended the bounds of their roles.

He moved slowly, savoring each moment, each touch, each gasp of breath. Her body responded to him, her moans growing louder as he delved deeper. Her grip on him tightened, pulling him even closer, as if trying to merge their souls.

Suddenly she bit him, holding in a scream as he entered her fully, The pain from Amaya's bite was sharp and pleasurable, sending a jolt of energy through Malik's body. He groaned, his muscles tensing as he fully embraced the sensation. Her nails dug into his back, a mixture of pleasure and possession in every stroke.

Amaya's eyes blazed with an intensity that mirrored his own, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she met his every thrust. Malik could feel her energy spiraling higher, merging with his own. Their connection deepened, transcending the physical, and he felt his power expanding, absorbing her essence like a sponge.

The room around them seemed to vanish, replaced by a shared awareness that defied the limitations of time and space. Each of Amaya's movements echoed the rhythm of her emotions, and Malik could sense the surge of feelings she had kept buried for years. "How long has it been for you?" Malik asked while thrusting faster and deeper into her, Her breath hitched at his question, a fleeting shadow of vulnerability flashing in her eyes. "Too long," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Far too long." She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as his rhythm continued to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Malik could feel the raw intensity of her emotions, the years of loneliness and longing finally finding release in this moment of connection. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You are not alone anymore," he murmured, the sincerity in his voice making her shiver. He could feel her energy swirling around them, mingling with his own, creating a powerful symphony of emotions.

As their connection deepened, Amaya's body trembled with anticipation and excitement. As their bodies moved in a harmonious dance, Malik could feel the depth of Amaya's emotions. Her gasps and breaths merged with the rhythm of their shared moment, creating a symphony of passion that echoed through the room. Her fingers traced the contours of his back, each touch a silent expression of her growing feelings for him.

Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. In that moment, it was just the two of them, no burdens, no responsibilities, just the pure, unadulterated connection of two souls coming together.

Malik's heart pounded with a mix of exhilaration and tenderness as he took in the sight of Amaya beneath him. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of awe and vulnerability, met his, and he knew that this was more than just a physical act. "Cum inside me, give me your seed!" Amaya screamed into his mouth. Malik increasing his pace even further looked at her, "Are you asking for just my seed or my hire?" Amaya's breath caught in her throat, a sudden rush of emotion flooding her. Her fingers tightened around his arms, her nails digging into his flesh. "Both," she whispered, her voice quivering.

Malik's eyes glinted with a primal intensity as he drove into her with renewed vigor. Each thrust brought a gasp, a moan, a whimper from Amaya, whose body shook with a powerful release that echoed through her very being. Her fingers clutched at him, desperate for more, for anything that would deepen the connection they were forging.

He could feel her emotions spiraling higher, each wave of pleasure intensifying the bond between them. The world around them faded into the background as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their energies blending and merging into something greater than the sum of their parts. Malik felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, fueled by the emotions he was absorbing from Amaya. Her body trembled beneath him, each gasp and moan fueling his own desire. He moved faster, deeper, his hips working in a rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the very beating of her heart.

Her eyes widened as she felt his intensity, the depths of his hunger unleashed. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, a primal symphony of passion. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering, "Feel this, Amaya. Feel the connection, the power."

Amaya's body arched, her muscles contracting around him, drawing him in deeper with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as she reached the brink of ecstasy. A rush of pleasure hit Amaya like a tidal wave, her entire body trembling as she climaxed. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she lost herself completely to the sensation.

Malik felt her body's response, the intense burst of energy swirling around him. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as his own climax approached. Their bodies moved in unison, each thrust fueling the fire that had ignited between them.

He could feel the world spinning around them, their connection growing stronger by the second. Her energy surged through him, merging with his own power, creating an overwhelming sense of unity. As his climax approached, he let out a growl of pure, primal release, feeling his essence mingling with hers.

In that moment, the barriers between them dissolved completely. Malik's cock jerked as he came, filling Amaya with his seed, an overwhelming sensation of release that sent shivers through his body. Her own climax still rippling through her, she clung to him, her breath hot against his neck, her body a trembling mass of pleasure and contentment.

"Oh, Malik," she murmured, her voice soft and trembling. "That was... incredible."

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her sweat-dampened forehead, a tender gesture that spoke volumes. "I'm not done," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I'm still cumming".

 Malik's cock continued to pulse, filling Amaya with his seed. Each spurt sent ripples through her body, making her shudder with pleasure. Her inner walls clenched around him, greedily sucking him dry as the intensity of their shared release enveloped them. His body shuddered as he poured himself into her, each thrust pushing him deeper, ensuring that every drop of his essence found its mark.

As he came, his hands moved to cup Amaya's face, holding her gaze as he delivered his final, powerful climax. She let out a low moan, her eyes never leaving his, her body completely at the mercy of their shared pleasure. Her breathing became shallow and ragged, matching the rhythm of Malik's thrusts.

The room around them was bathed in a soft, golden light, reflecting off the sweat-slicked skin of both Malik and Amaya. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, their bodies entwined in an embrace that spoke of deep connection. Malik's body still shuddered with the aftermath of his release, but there was more to come.

Amaya's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of awe and vulnerability. "More?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Malik nodded, his lips curving into a slow, promising smile. "More," he affirmed, his voice a soft, soothing caress. He slowly began to move again, each thrust deliberate and measured, designed to bring her to new heights of pleasure.

Amaya gasped as he entered her again, her body responding instinctively to the rhythm he set.

=Some time Later=

Amaya sighed contentedly, her eyes closing again as she drifted back into sleep, her dreams now filled with the warmth and intimacy she craved.

Malik placed a Letter filled with information for her to find him later.

Carefully, Malik stood up, making sure not to disturb her peaceful slumber. With the night's task complete, he turned to leave, stepping silently through the house and back into the cold night air. 

The streets of the Land of Snow were silent and serene under the moonlit sky, reflecting the tranquility of a world yet to be fully awake. Malik moved swiftly and silently, his senses heightened, guiding him to his next destination.

House of Gold Digger Rina

Next, Malik made his way to Rina's house. Rina was a cunning and ambitious woman, always looking for an opportunity to climb the social ladder. She had short, fiery red hair and sharp, calculating eyes. Her house was modest but adorned with expensive trinkets and jewelry, evidence of her successful endeavors.

Rina was still awake, pacing her living room as if planning her next move. When Malik entered, she looked up, surprised but intrigued.

"Malik," she greeted, a sly smile curling her lips. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

"I was just passing by and thought of you," Malik replied, his voice smooth and enticing. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

Rina narrowed her eyes, her suspicion evident, but the allure of Malik's presence was hard to resist. She approached him slowly, her mind racing with thoughts of what she could gain from this encounter. Malik could feel her greed, her insatiable desire for wealth and power, and he gently coaxed it out, feeding on the raw ambition that fueled her every move.

As he did, Rina's defenses lowered, and she found herself sharing more than she intended, revealing her deepest fears of failure and desperation to secure a wealthy future. Malik absorbed these emotions, feeling his power grow as he did. By the time he left, Rina was exhausted, her mind clouded with the remnants of her own schemes.

House of Hungry Desperate Woman Lina

Lina's house was next. A young woman, Lina had an innocent beauty, with soft brown hair and wide, hopeful eyes. She was new to the world of courtly intrigue, her desperation to secure a stable future for herself evident in her actions. Her house was small and modest, the furnishings simple but clean.

Lina was asleep when Malik entered, her breathing soft and steady. He stood over her, watching her for a moment, feeling the overwhelming waves of anxiety and fear that radiated from her even in sleep. Her dreams were troubled, filled with uncertainty and the haunting fear of being left behind.

Malik touched her cheek gently, and Lina stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Malik?" she murmured, confusion and hope mingling in her voice.

"Shh," Malik soothed, his presence calming her. "I'm here with you."

He leaned in, drawing out the emotions that plagued her—the desperation to find someone who would take care of her, the fear of being alone, and the yearning for love and security. He fed on these emotions, his Incubus nature thriving on the raw energy. As he did, Lina's tense features relaxed, and a soft smile formed on her lips. Her dreams shifted to something more peaceful, more hopeful, as Malik quietly left her house.

House of Desperate Widow Yumi

Finally, Malik arrived at the home of Yumi, a widow who had been left with little after her husband's death. Yumi was older, with silver hair and a weathered face that still held traces of her former beauty. Her house was tidy but showed signs of wear, the signs of a woman trying to maintain appearances despite her dwindling resources.

Yumi was sitting by the fire, staring into the flames when Malik entered. She looked up, startled, but her expression softened when she saw him.

"Malik," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "What brings you here at this hour?"

"I was thinking about you," Malik said, his tone gentle and reassuring. "I wanted to make sure you were alright."

Yumi smiled sadly, the weight of her loneliness evident in her eyes. Malik moved closer, taking her hand in his. He could feel the deep sadness, the sense of loss, and the fear of facing the future alone. He drew these emotions out, feeding on them, but also replacing them with a sense of comfort and companionship.

As Yumi leaned against him, she felt a warmth she hadn't felt in years, a brief respite from the cold reality of her life. Malik stayed with her for a while, offering her the solace she so desperately needed. When he finally left, Yumi was asleep in her chair, a peaceful expression on her face as the fire crackled softly in the hearth.

With each visit, Malik felt his power surge, the emotions and dreams he had consumed pushing him closer to his next level. As he walked back through the snow-covered streets, the moonlight guiding his way, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment. The quest had been more than just a challenge; it had been a journey into the hearts and minds of those who lived in this cold, distant land.

The path of the Incubus was not an easy one, but Malik knew that it was a path he was destined to walk. And with each step, he would grow stronger, more attuned to the desires and fears of those around him. And as he approached his mansion, the sense of anticipation filled him, knowing that he was on the brink of something greater. The power that awaited him at level 12 would open new doors, and he was ready to embrace whatever came next.

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