Chapter 284: Midday Shadows and Silent Answers

Chapter 284: "Midday Shadows and Silent Answers"

Waking in the Darkness, Malik stirred awake, his body naturally adjusting despite the fact that it was the middle of the day. The blackout curtains in Danzō's private quarters were practically legendary, thick and layered enough to erase any hint of sunlight from entering the room.

It might as well have been midnight inside.

He lay still for a moment, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets, the warmth of another presence beside him. Danzō was still asleep. Her long black hair cascaded loosely over the silk pillow beneath her, strands shifting slightly with her soft breathing. Her posture was controlled, even in sleep, her breathing steady, unhurried. She slept like someone who was always ready to wake, always prepared to move at a moment's notice.

Malik grinned to himself, amused at the contrast between her sharp, calculating nature and the sheer peacefulness of her sleeping form.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before carefully slipping out of bed.

She didn't stir—which was rare, but Malik took it as a silent blessing to roam freely without interruption.

Stepping out into the hallways of the compound, Malik immediately noticed the shift in personnel.

The guards from earlier had been replaced—new faces, but the same unwavering efficiency.

The compound was always awake, always functioning, operating like the careful movements of a well-maintained machine.

Malik sighed internally, wondering what it was like to exist in such strict discipline, even outside of an official command structure.

"No wonder Danzō keeps winning arguments," he mused under his breath.

As he moved down a quiet corridor, he spotted an important-looking staff member, a woman dressed slightly more formally than the rest, her aura subtle but unmistakably authoritative. Malik approached casually, stopping just within her peripheral vision—not startling her, but ensuring she noticed him.

She turned without hesitation, her expression neutral, but there was a faint flicker of mild irritation, like she knew this conversation was going to be pointless before it even started.

"Master Malik," she greeted, voice calm but firm, like she was acknowledging a situation rather than welcoming it.

"How's the pregnancy been going?" Malik asked, his golden pink eyes flickering with easy curiosity.

She exhaled slowly, like she was debating whether answering him would cost her something irreparable.

Finally, after a long pause, she sighed, clearly giving in.

"Lady Shimura has instructed us to follow your requests within reason," she stated, her tone slightly clipped. "You tend to ask unnecessary questions, but as her husband, some answers are… permissible."

Malik grinned, watching her carefully.

"Unnecessary questions? Me? Never."

She gave him a look, unimpressed.

"The pregnancy is progressing efficiently. No complications. Lady Shimura is maintaining her schedule without issue."

Malik tilted his head, processing the carefully structured response.

"So, in simpler terms—she's fine?"

"Correct."

He sighed dramatically, stretching his arms behind his head.

"Man, you guys really do talk like textbooks."

She didn't react, but Malik felt the faint flicker of mild amusement, buried deep beneath her controlled aura. Malik adjusted his stance, tapping his fingers lightly against the wall beside him. "Alright, fine. But do you know the gender?"

She stared at him without blinking.

"I do."

Malik leaned in slightly, his smirk widening.

"And you're going to tell me because I'm charming, right?"

She gave him a slow, blank stare, then, in perfect deadpan, replied—

"Incorrect."

Malik laughed, shaking his head.

"Come on, be nice. Give me a hint."

She paused for a moment, as if considering it.

Then—without changing her expression—she simply smirked ever so slightly.

"You'll find out when Lady Shimura decides."

Malik groaned, dragging a hand down his face dramatically.

"You people are impossible!"

She smiled faintly, amused in a way that suggested she knew exactly how frustrated she was making him.

Malik scoffed, waving her off.

"Fine. Keep your secrets."

Wandering the Compound, Malik continued walking through the estate, letting his thoughts drift as he took in the space around him.

Every wall, every hallway, every carefully positioned security measure spoke to Danzō's endless need for control.

Yet, despite how closed off the compound seemed, Malik found himself intrigued rather than trapped.

There was something uniquely calming about the quiet order of everything—an understated efficiency that wasn't oppressive, but simply… steady.

"It's nice," Malik admitted to himself. "Weirdly nice."

After a long stroll, he finally turned back, making his way toward Danzō's private chamber once again.

He had spent enough time testing boundaries.

Now, it was time to test her patience again.

Returning to the Private Room, Malik floated effortlessly through the halls of the Shimura Compound, his golden and pink magic crackling softly and very faintly around him as he approached Danzō's private chamber once more.

The moment he entered, he felt it.

The temperature difference was immediate—cooler, refreshing, with a perfectly smooth airflow circulating through the room. He already knew why.

Danzō was obsessed with control, and even her sleeping conditions had been meticulously designed for optimal rest.

Not too cold.

Not too warm.

Just enough circulation to keep the air crisp, but never disruptive.

Even when asleep, she had crafted her environment to function with precision.

"Of course, she has blackout curtains, so she kinda does what she wants," Malik muttered to himself, grinning as he took in the sheer depth of darkness in the room. The sunlight outside was high and relentless, but in here? It was midnight.

Watching Over Her, Malik hovered quietly, moving toward the bed where Danzō lay, her body still, her expression perfectly calm and undisturbed.

She was gorgeous, even in sleep—her long black hair fanned out, strands spilling effortlessly over the pillow, her posture controlled even in unconsciousness. Malik smiled softly, lowering himself slightly as he slowly reached out, his fingers tracing delicately over her stomach.

Not enough to wake her.

Just enough to feel.

Feel The child.

Feeling the Child's Energy, The moment his fingertips brushed against her belly, Malik closed his eyes, focusing his magic, extending his awareness in a slow, careful pulse.

He expected to feel something—some trace of his own magical essence lingering within their unborn child.

But instead?

He felt chakra.

A lot of it.

Not overwhelming, not monstrous—but strong, steady, pure chakra flowing effortlessly within the developing life inside her.

Malik chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"Figures," he murmured, his tone warm but amused.

Unlike the shinobi of the Hidden Leaf or in fact most of the people of this world, Malik didn't possess chakra. His abilities were rooted in incubus and Goddess magic, a force far different from the energy system that powered the villages and warriors of this world.

But this child—his child—would be different.

They would wield chakra, just like their mother.

And honestly?

Malik liked that.

"Guess I have you to thank for that," he whispered, his voice directed toward the sleeping Danzō.

She didn't respond, of course.

But Malik knew her well enough to know that—even awake—she would've just given him a small smirk before refusing to acknowledge his gratitude outright.

Choosing Not to Read Further, Malik could feel more if he wanted to.

He could extend his awareness, trace the child's flow of energy, maybe even get a clearer idea of their traits, their spirit, their potential.

But he stopped himself.

Danzō was playing a game, and he wanted to let her have it.

They rarely played games. She was a woman of absolute control, and he was a man who thrived on chaos—their relationship was a constant battle of influence, where love was expressed through strategy and affection disguised as silent victories.

So if she wanted to keep the gender hidden, to control the information?

Fine.

He'd let her.

For now.

Floating in Thought, Malik didn't lay back down after that.

Instead, he hovered above the bed, floating lightly, feeling the cold even airflow wrap around him, letting his mind drift elsewhere.

He thought about his other child.

The one growing far away, in the Land of Snow.

"I really should make time to visit Amaya soon," Malik murmured to himself, his expression softening slightly.

Amaya—another woman carrying his child, another powerful figure, but one marked by a different kind of energy.

Where Danzō was controlled, strategic, commanding, Amaya was wealthy, quiet, reserved.

She was powerful in her own right, but she was lonely, and Malik could feel it, even now.

Malik sighed dramatically, running a hand through his own dark curls as he chuckled to himself.

"Is this a trend?" he mused. "Do I have a thing for women with long black hair?"

Shisui

Shizune, although her hair was shorter

Danzō.

Amaya.

Even some of his fiancées.

The pattern was there, staring him in the face.

Or maybe it wasn't just black hair.

Maybe he just liked long hair.

There was something undeniably beautiful about it—hair flowing like silk, cascading effortlessly over shoulders, pooling in gentle waves around the faces of the women he admired.

"Alright, fine," he muttered, "maybe it's a thing."

Planning the Visit, As he continued to float, Malik thought about what a visit to the Land of Snow would mean.

He'd get to see Amaya again, of course, which was a priority.

But there were others.

Haku.

Fubuki.

Two figures from the distant past, tied to the history of his life, now weaving their own fates in the world.

"Might be good to reconnect," Malik thought, his smirk returning.

The cold air wrapped around him as he drifted, planning, considering, building the next steps in his mind. Malik let the silence settle, feeling the weight of everything shaping itself around him.

Danzō's child.

Amaya's child.

His connections stretching across different lands, different stories, different moments in time.

And all of it, somehow, was his.

He smiled.

Then, slowly, he descended back toward the bed, letting himself sink into the sheets, watching Danzō's peaceful expression as he decided—

Just for a little while—

[(A Good amount of time later)]

The expansive bath chamber was suffused with gentle warmth, steam softly rising from the water's surface and swirling into the elegantly carved wooden ceiling.

The walls, made from rich cedar wood, were polished to a subtle gleam, exuding the earthy fragrance of freshly-cut timber, enhanced by delicate notes of lavender and jasmine oils.

Malik lounged comfortably within the large wooden tub—more of a small pool—filled with mineral-rich water infused with soothing herbs. The heat penetrated deep into his muscles, melting away residual tension from the day. Across from him, Danzō sat, her eyes closed in tranquil contemplation as several female attendants attended to her meticulously.

Her long, raven-black hair was carefully gathered by one attendant, who combed through the luxurious strands with practiced gentleness, ensuring each movement was perfect and smooth.

Another attendant delicately poured warm, fragrant water over Danzō's ivory skin, cascading gently over her shoulders and back. Malik watched, captivated by the slow, meticulous care taken by the women—a reflection of the stringent discipline and order that defined Danzō's entire existence.

Finally, Danzō opened her eyes slowly, her gaze finding Malik's across the steaming water. The intensity of her gaze never diminished, even in such moments of vulnerability. "You seem unusually quiet," she noted softly, the water rippling gently around her as she shifted position slightly.

"Just appreciating the view," Malik responded casually, his eyes bright with playful admiration.

"Always so easily amused," she murmured, yet a small, almost imperceptible smile curved the corners of her lips.

"Can't help it," Malik said, stretching lazily. "It's not every day you see the indomitable Lady Shimura being pampered so tenderly."

She exhaled slowly, the barest hint of indulgence flickering through her otherwise stern expression. "A necessary luxury. Especially in my current state."

"Pregnancy looks good on you," Malik teased gently, leaning forward to rest his arms along the wooden edge of the tub. "Makes you look less intimidating."

Danzō raised a finely arched eyebrow, silently communicating her doubt. "Interesting observation. Most would argue it makes me more formidable."

"Really?"

She nodded, her voice steady and thoughtful. "A leader's vulnerabilities can also be her greatest strength. The knowledge that I carry life, that I have more to protect now than ever—this awareness sharpens every instinct."

Malik hummed thoughtfully, appreciating her words and the perspective they offered. "And here I thought motherhood would soften your sharp edges."

She fixed him with a cool, amused stare. "You wouldn't respect me nearly as much if it did."

Malik chuckled, acknowledging the truth behind her words. "Fair enough. But tell me something," he shifted slightly, water rippling gently around his body, "Have you given any thought to names?"

"Several," she admitted calmly, her tone carrying an air of finality.

"Care to share?"

"Not yet," Danzō replied simply, her gaze unyielding. "You have your secrets, and I have mine."

Malik sighed dramatically, sinking deeper into the water with mock defeat. "Fine, keep me guessing. I suppose that's part of your charm."

Danzō's lips quirked again, slightly more pronounced this time, betraying her amusement. "Charm? That is certainly an unusual descriptor for me."

"Only because most people don't bother to look close enough," Malik countered, his voice growing more earnest. "You cultivate mystery and control, sure—but beneath all that, there's charm. It's subtle, precise. Calculated. But it's undeniably there."

She studied him silently for a moment, the weight of her gaze almost tangible. "You are incorrigible, Malik," she finally murmured, her tone softening ever so slightly. "Yet, I admit, your perspective is refreshing."

"Refreshing? That almost sounds like a compliment," he teased, clearly delighted.

"Interpret it as you wish," she replied smoothly, closing her eyes once more as another attendant gently massaged scented oils into her skin, making it gleam softly under the muted light.

Malik settled back comfortably, content to observe in silence for a few moments longer. Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him once again. "Do you ever get tired of it?"

"Of what?"

"Constant control. Constant vigilance," Malik elaborated, his voice quietly thoughtful. "Doesn't it ever get exhausting?"

Danzō's response was careful and deliberate. "It is tiring, yes. But it is necessary."

"But aren't there times when you want to let go? Even a little?"

She opened her eyes, fixing him with a measured, unreadable stare. "That is why you are here, Malik."

"Ah, so I'm your escape?" Malik asked, amused and touched.

"You provide balance," she corrected softly. "Chaos to my order, unpredictability to my discipline."

Malik's gaze softened, sincerity filling his voice. "I'm honored."

"You should be," Danzō retorted dryly, though the corners of her eyes crinkled slightly in silent amusement.

Their conversation continued easily, shifting between comfortable silences and exchanges of meaningful glances. The attendants completed their tasks efficiently, withdrawing quietly with respectful bows, leaving Malik and Danzō alone in the tranquility of the bathing chamber.

Finally alone, Malik drifted closer through the warm waters, until he was beside her. "Feeling relaxed now?"

She considered him thoughtfully before nodding slightly. "As much as is practical."

"You really are impossible," Malik sighed playfully, gently nudging her shoulder with his own.

"And yet, you persist in your pursuit of me," Danzō countered calmly, a subtle note of affection weaving through her words.

"True," Malik admitted, smiling gently. "Guess we're both impossible in our own ways."

"Indeed," she agreed softly.

Together, they lingered quietly in the gentle embrace of the steaming water, sharing moments of calm that were precious precisely because they were rare. Each subtle exchange of words and quiet glances reinforced the unique understanding they shared—a partnership built not on ease, but on mutual respect, strength, and a delicate balance of opposing forces.

And as they sat together, the world outside momentarily forgotten, both found an unspoken reassurance in each other's presence, surrounded by warmth, silence, and the quiet certainty that they were exactly where they needed to be.

As they sat together in the warm waters, Danzō's gaze drifted down to Malik's body, and she noticed that his cock was starting to grow hard. She sighed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on her face.

"Malik, you're too horny to be around your pregnant wife," she said, her voice calm but firm.

Malik looked down at his body, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Sorry, I couldn't help it," he said, his voice low and husky.

Danzō raised an eyebrow, her expression unimpressed. "You're always like this," she said, her voice dry. "I'm surprised you can even control yourself around me."

Malik chuckled, his eyes never leaving Danzō's face. "You have no idea how much self-control I'm exercising right now," he said, his voice filled with amusement.

Danzō's gaze lingered on his cock, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the sight of his growing erection. "I think I have a pretty good idea," she said, her voice soft.

Malik's grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, really?" he said, his voice low and teasing. Danzō's lips curled into a small, knowing smile as she continued to study Malik's arousal. "Yes, really," she replied, her tone laced with both amusement and a hint of challenge. "I've known you long enough to recognize the signs."

Malik's cock throbbed visibly, straining against the warm water of the bath. "And what do you think I should do about it?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Danzō's eyes flicked up to meet his, a spark of playful provocation in her gaze. "That's entirely up to you, Malik," she said, her words a soft, sultry whisper. "But I will say, I find your... enthusiasm... quite flattering."

Malik's grin turned wicked, his hand slowly trailing down his own chest. "Is that so?" he murmured, his fingers ghosting over the curve of his hip. Danzō then snapped her fingers, and out of thin air, two of her servants appeared. She Pointed to Malik and said, "Pull him out of the water, and service him until he is satisfied," her voice cold and firm. The two beautiful women nodded and grabbed Malik's arms.

The two servants, their lithe bodies glistening with droplets of water, carefully pulled Malik from the bath. His cock stood erect, proudly displayed for all to see. They led him to a plush cushioned area nearby, gently pushing him down onto his back.

One of the servants, a curvaceous brunette with striking green eyes, immediately dropped to her knees between his spread legs. Her full lips wrapped around the head of his cock, taking him into the warm, wet depths of her mouth.

The other, a statuesque redhead with freckles dusting her creamy skin, straddled his chest, her dripping pussy hovering just above his face.

Danzō watched from the bath, her eyes locked onto the lewd scene unfolding before her. She ran her tongue slowly across her lower lip, taking in every detail as the brunette's head bobbed in a steady rhythm, her face inches from Malik's groin.

"Wow, what the hell is happening," Malik barly had time to say as the Redhead slid forward and monted his face. The brunette's skilled tongue swirled around the tip of Malik's cock, her throat muscles constricting as she deep throated him.

The redhead's juices dripped onto his face as she ground her wet pussy against his mouth, muffling any protests he might have made. Danzō rose from the bath, water cascading down her voluptuous curves as she approached the scene.

"Is this not to your liking, Malik?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement and a hint of cruel intent. The brunette paused her oral assault to look up at Danzō, waiting for instructions. "He seems to be enjoying himself," she reported, a mischievous glint in her green eyes.

Danzō's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she watched Malik's reactions, his face buried in the redhead's crotch. "Good. Make sure he's thoroughly satisfied before you're done." And with that Danzō left the bathing room, leaving him alone with the 2 woman. Malik's muffled groans vibrated against the redhead's dripping pussy as the brunette resumed her skilled work on his cock. The redhead, emboldened by Danzō's instructions, began to grind her hips more vigorously, her juices coating Malik's face and chin. The brunette's head bobbed in a steady rhythm, her full lips stretched around his thick shaft as she took him deep into her throat. She gagged slightly, but her determination was evident as she continued to suck him off, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his cock. The redhead, her tits bouncing as she rode his face, moaned in pleasure, her fingers tangled in Malik's hair to keep him in place. The brunette's free hand reached up to play with the redhead's nipples, causing her to shudder and push her pussy harder against Malik's face.

 It didn't take long for the Redhead to cum, Malik's magic tounge doing wonders for her, but she wasn't done, she got off his face, and fell to the floor next to The brunette's body, the brunette moved her face over slightly so they could shiar to work of working his cock. The two women worked in perfect tandem, their lips and tongues dancing along Malik's shaft in a synchronized rhythm.

The brunette focused on the thick head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge while the redhead concentrated on the shaft, her full lips enveloping him with practiced ease. Their combined efforts sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through Malik's body, his hips bucking involuntarily against their skilled mouths. As they pleasured him, the women's eyes met, a silent communication passing between them. They quickened their pace, determined to bring Malik to a thunderous climax. The brunette's throat muscles contracted rhythmically around the head of his cock while the redhead's tongue traced delicate patterns along the underside of his shaft. Their combined efforts pushed Malik to the brink, his muscles tensing as his release approached. With a final, deep thrust into the brunette's throat, Malik's cock erupted, spilling his seed down her eager throat.

 As he pulled out his cock then shooting out rope after rope of his thick cum on to both of the womans faces. The two women eagerly lapped at the streams of cum coating their faces, their tongues darting out to catch every last drop. The brunette's green eyes shone with lust as she savored the salty taste, while the redhead moaned in pleasure, her freckled face glistening with Malik's seed.

They continued their oral worship, alternating between sucking his softening cock and licking the cum from each other's faces and bodies. The brunette straddled Malik's thighs, her dripping pussy hovering just above his spent cock as she leaned down to kiss him, sharing the taste of his cum. The redhead moved in close, her tits pressing against Malik's chest as she joined the kiss, the three of them locked in a passionate embrace. The brunette slowly grinded her soaked pussy against Malik's groin, her wetness smearing across his skin as she sought her own release.

 "Ok, I get it, Miss Brunette, please go over there and bend over to large wooden tub, I'll take you from behind and Miss Redhead, just keep pushing thoses Nice big ol titties in my face, if you please," Malik told them as his cock started to get rock hard once again. The brunette's green eyes sparkled with eagerness as she sauntered over to the large wooden tub, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. She bent over the edge, her curvaceous ass raised in the air, giving Malik a perfect view of her glistening pussy. The redhead, not wanting to miss out on the action, immediately pressed her large, soft tits against Malik's face, her creamy skin enveloping him in a cocoon of warm, feminine flesh.

As Malik's now fully erect cock pressed against the brunette's entrance, she let out a soft moan of anticipation. With a firm grip on her hips, he slowly slid into her, her tight pussy enveloping him in wet heat. The redhead's tits squished against his face as he began to thrust, her nipples hard against his skin. The brunette pushed back against him, matching his rhythm as his cock plunged deeper and deeper into her.

As Malik fucked The Brunette hard over the tub he had to ask, "Ok, I know your both ninja's working for my wife and all but could I please have your names, even if they are fake." The brunette let out a breathy moan, her green eyes meeting Malik's in the reflection of the wooden tub as she replied, "I'm Kanamori, and this is Uta." She emphasized her words by pushing back harder against his thrusts, her wet pussy gripping him tightly.

Uta, her face still pressed into Malik's back, murmured her agreement with a sultry purr, "That's right, Kanamori and Uta. Though I think you'll find we're quite real, in all the ways that matter." She emphasized her point by grinding her soft tits against the back of his head, her nipples brushing against his skin. Malik's cock throbbed inside Kanamori as he continued his relentless pace, her tight pussy milking him with every thrust. The name - Kanamori - rolled off his tongue in a low growl of appreciation. "Kanamori... Uta... I'll make sure to remember those names."

Uta's hands roamed his chest, her fingers teasing his nipples as she nuzzled into the back of his neck. "Good," she whispered huskily, "Because we plan to give you plenty of opportunities to use them." Kanamori reached back, her fingers tangling in Malik's hair as she pulled him closer, her back arching to push her ass harder against his hips.

The slap of flesh echoed through the bathhouse as he pounded into her, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the air. Malik slapped Kanamori's ass, "You got a nice fat butt Kanamori, I hope I can say that." Kanamori let out a breathy moan as Malik's hand connected with her ass, her pussy clenching around his cock. "You can say whatever you want, Malik," she panted, pushing back against his hips. "God, I love feeling your cock in me."

Uta ground her tits against the back of Malik's head, her nipples hard and sensitive. "That's right, Malik. Tell us how much you love our bodies.

How much you love fucking us." She bit gently at his shoulder, her hands roaming down his chest to tease his nipples.

Malik's hips snapped forward, his cock plunging deeper into Kanamori. "I fucking love your fat ass, Kanamori. Love how it jiggles when I fuck you hard." He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in fast circles. Kanamori's hips bucked as Malik's fingers worked her clit, her pussy clenching around his cock as she moaned loudly. "Oh god, Malik! Right there!" She pushed back harder against him, her ass slapping loudly against his thighs. Uta continued to grind her tits against the back of his head, her own arousal evident in the wet heat of her body. "Fuck us harder, Malik. Show us what you can do."

Malik obliged, his hips powering forward as he drove his cock deeper into Kanamori's willing body. His fingers never stopped their relentless pace on her clit, and he could feel her muscles beginning to tense. "That's it, Kanamori. Cum for me." Kanamori's back arched as her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy clenching tightly around Malik's cock. She cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

As Kanamori came on his cock, Malik grabbed Uta's face pull her down for a kiss. Malik's lips crushed against Uta's, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he continued to pound into Kanamori's spasming pussy. The taste of her arousal filled his senses, mixing with the salty tang of his own sweat. He broke the kiss, pulling Uta's face to the side as he bit down on her neck, leaving a mark of possession. Uta moaned, her large tits heaving against his back as she ground herself against him. "Fuck, Malik," she panted, "I want you inside me too."

Kanamori, still riding the waves of her orgasm, reached back to pull Uta closer. "Then come here, Uta. Let Malik fuck us both." Uta moved around Malik, her red hair cascading over her shoulders as she straddled the edge of the tub. She positioned herself in front of Malik, her glistening pussy mere inches from his thrusting hips.

Pulling out of Kanamori's tight hot center with a wet sound, Malik to both tease them and to satisfy his curiosity took his time to examine both woman's pussies noting their differences.

The thickness of their lips, the shape, and shade of their colors. He leaned forward to trace his tongue along the outer folds of Kanamori's pussy, savoring her musky taste before switching his attention to Uta. The differences in their flavors and textures were subtle yet distinct, heightening his arousal. Uta's hips bucked as his tongue made contact, her hands reaching down to guide him. "Please, Malik. I need you inside me."

Not wanting to disappoint, Malik positioned himself at Uta's entrance, feeling her heat radiate against his cock. He pushed forward slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size.

Her pussy was slightly tighter than Kanamori's, her walls gripping him firmly as he slid in. Uta's breath caught in her throat as he filled her, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "God, you're so big." Malik pulled back slightly before pushing in again, establishing a rhythm that had both women moaning in unison. "I wonder if you both can keep up with me, or perhaps my sweet and cold wifey Danzō will have to send more of her loyal ninja, questions . . . questions," and as Malik finished saying his thoughts out loud, he increased his thrusting speed and force.

Uta's head fell back in ecstasy as Malik's relentless thrusts filled her, her pussy stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. "Fuck, Malik... I'll keep up... I'll keep up..." she panted, her hips rising to meet his every downward plunge. Kanamori, still sensitive from her recent orgasm, watched with lustful eyes as her partner was pounded by her lady and master's Husband. Her hand snaked down to her own clit, rubbing it in time with Malik's thrusts into Uta.

The slap of skin on skin echoed through the bathhouse, mixing with the wet sounds of Malik's cock plunging in and out of Uta's dripping pussy. "That's it, Uta... take it all," Malik growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He thrust harder, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful drive.

Leaning forward to kiss her toned and well-muscled stomach, he rose up kissing up her chest, then neck and then her face, Stoping at her lips, Malik waited for her to lean in if she wanted his lips on hers. Uta eagerly leaned in, pressing her lips against Malik's in a passionate kiss. Her mouth moved hungrily, her tongue darting out to tangle with his as he continued his relentless thrusts. The kiss was intense, filled with primal need and lust.

Uta's hands roamed Malik's body, nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer. Her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper with each powerful drive. The kiss broke as she gasped for air, her head lolling back in ecstasy. "Oh god, Malik... you're so deep..."

Kanamori, still stroking her own clit, moved in closer to watch the action. She leaned over to lick and kiss Uta's neck, her free hand groping Uta's breast. But before Kanamori could get Uta's nipple in her mouth, she felt Malik's hand gently raise her face up, "Forgive me but, I love kissing, Do you mind getting up and smashing your mouth into mine as I plow into your friend?" Kanamori eagerly complied, rising up on her knees and pressing her mouth against Malik's in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

Their tongues danced and intertwined as Malik continued his powerful thrusts into Uta. The three of them were now locked in a heated, three-way kiss, the wet sounds of their lips and tongues mixing with the lewd slapping of flesh.

Kanamori's ample breasts pressed against Malik's chest, her hard nipples rubbing against his skin. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hand leaving her own clit to grip Malik's ass, encouraging him to fuck Uta harder. The taste of Kanamori's arousal was still on Malik's lips, mingling with the salt of their sweat and the tang of his own desire.

Malik broke the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his eyes locking onto Kanamori's as he continued to plow into Uta's willing body. "Time to finish you off Uta," and with that Malik's speed and powerful thrusting increased 10 fold, the bathtub's wood was pounded into, as Malik gave Uta a little taste of his true lustful power. The bathhouse echoed with the violent, wet sounds of Malik's relentless thrusts into Uta's dripping pussy.

Her entire body shook with the force of his movements, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her. Uta's nails raked down Malik's back, drawing thin trails of blood as she screamed in ecstasy. "Yes, yes, fuck me harder! I'm gonna cum!"

Kanamori, still kissing Malik passionately, could feel the vibrations of his powerful thrusts through his body.

She broke the kiss to watch Uta's face contort in pleasure, her friend's mouth hanging open in a silent scream of rapture. Malik's hips moved like a piston, his cock disappearing into Uta's stretched pussy over and over. The wooden tub creaked ominously, water sloshing out onto the floor as Malik's brutal pace intensified.

"That's it, Uta. Cum for me." Uta's body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on Malik's cock, the walls fluttering and spasming as waves of intense pleasure rippled through her. "Oh god, I'm cumming! Fuck, Malik, you're so deep inside me!"

Malik felt Uta's pussy grip him like a vice, her juices flowing freely around his pounding cock. He continued his relentless thrusts, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from her climax. "That's it, baby.

Cum all over my cock. Let me feel that hot pussy milking me."

Kanamori watched in awe as her friend convulsed in ecstasy, her own arousal building to a fever pitch. She leaned down to kiss Uta's heaving chest, her tongue circling around her hard, pebbled nipples.

Malik's thrusts grew even more forceful, the wooden tub groaning in protest beneath them. Uta's body shook violently, her orgasm seemingly endless as she rode wave after wave of intense pleasure. "Fuck, Malik! Don't stop! Keep fucking me!"

Kanamori, overcome with lust, moved to position herself behind Malik. She pressed her body against his back, her tits squishing against his sweaty skin. Her hands roamed his chest, feeling the muscles flex with each powerful thrust into Uta. "Please, Malik. Let me help you cum."

Without breaking his rhythm, Malik reached back to grab Kanamori's ass, pulling her flush against him. He could feel her hot pussy against the small of his back, her juices mixing with his sweat. "Then ride me, baby. Use me to get yourself off while I fuck your friend." Kanamori eagerly positioned herself, her dripping pussy hovering just above Malik's cock as he continued to pound into Uta.

She slowly lowered herself down, moaning as his thick shaft stretched her walls. "Oh god, you're so big..." Her head fell back in pleasure as she took him inch by inch, her juices flowing freely.

Uta, still riding the waves of her intense orgasm, gazed at Kanamori with lustful eyes. She reached up to cup her friend's breasts, kneading them gently as Kanamori slowly sank onto Malik's cock. "That's it, take him all. Show him how good your pussy feels." Uta's voice was husky with arousal, her hips still moving slightly to meet Malik's thrusts.

Malik grunted in pleasure as Kanamori's tight walls enveloped him. He continued his relentless pace, fucking both women simultaneously.

"Uta and Kanamori, I'll keep you both in my mind, and I'll tell my wife, that you both did great after my done with you both of course," Malik told them, poping his thick cock out of one to slide it inside another.

Malik's cock glistened with the mixed juices of both women as he effortlessly transitioned from one to the other, alternating his thrusts between Uta and Kanamori. The lewd squelching of his shaft moving in and out of their soaked pussies filled the bathhouse, accompanied by their ragged moans and panting breaths.

Uta's body trembled, her overstimulated pussy clenching around Malik's cock as he pounded into her, her breasts bouncing wildly from the force of his movements.

Kanamori, her face twisted in a mask of ecstasy, clung to Malik's back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she matched his thrusts, taking him deep into her own hungry cunt.

The wooden tub creaked and groaned, water sloshing out onto the floor as Malik's relentless pace continued.