Naruto-ReBorn as a Baker

Chapter 238: A Brief Encounter with Lord Haido

Malik walked briskly through the polished metal corridors of Haido's fortress, the soft hum of its machinery filling the air. His thoughts were still clouded with the warmth of his time with Fugai, Kamira, and Ranke. Each kiss had been a silent promise, a bond forged deeper through fleeting moments of intimacy. He knew they had their duties, and so did he. Now, he was left with his own thoughts, making his way back to his quarters to prepare for the days ahead.

As he rounded a corner, Malik stopped short. Standing in the middle of the hallway, hands clasped behind his back, was Lord Haido. His imposing figure was draped in his dark blue bishop's robe, the gleam of his monocle catching the dim light. The man's light brown bushy sideburns framed a face that was calm, almost serene, but Malik knew better than to trust appearances.

"Malik," Haido greeted in his smooth, calculated tone, his light green eyes settling on him. "Out and about, I see."

Malik forced a polite smile, inclining his head slightly. "Lord Haido. Just heading back to my room to reflect and prepare for what lies ahead."

Haido nodded, his expression unreadable. "Good. Reflection is crucial, especially in times like these. The Land of Earth poses its own challenges, and I trust you're ready to face them."

"I am," Malik replied, his tone steady. "With the help of your knights and the power of the Gelel, I believe we're well-equipped for what's to come."

Haido studied him for a moment, his monocle glinting as he tilted his head. "You've integrated yourself well among my knights. It's rare for them to trust anyone so quickly, let alone someone from outside our ranks."

Malik chuckled softly, his hands clasped in front of him. "Trust is a delicate thing, Lord Haido. It must be earned, not demanded. Your knights are formidable, each with their own strengths. I simply recognized those strengths and sought to support them."

"Wise words," Haido said, his voice tinged with approval. "But tell me, Malik, do you share their loyalty? Do you believe in our vision for a utopia, a world free from war and suffering?"

Malik's smile didn't falter, though his mind raced for the right response. "I believe in the strength of unity, Lord Haido. A vision as grand as yours requires unwavering dedication. If we stand together, there's no limit to what we can achieve."

Haido's lips curled into a faint smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "A diplomatic answer, as expected from someone of your cunning. Very well, Malik. I'll hold you to that."

Malik inclined his head again, preparing to take his leave. "If there's nothing else, Lord Haido, I'll—"

"Wait," Haido interrupted, his voice firm yet calm. Malik paused, glancing back. "When will you and Fugai be ready for the final Gelel temple in the Land of Earth?"

Malik met Haido's gaze, his expression thoughtful. "We should be ready after tomorrow, my lord. Fugai and I will ensure everything is in place."

Haido's eyes narrowed slightly, as though weighing Malik's words. Then he nodded. "Good. The last Gelel temple holds the key to everything. Do not fail me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Malik replied smoothly, offering a final bow before continuing down the corridor.

As he walked away, Malik felt Haido's gaze lingering on his back, a weight that pressed down like the fortress itself. Though the encounter had been brief, it served as a stark reminder of the stakes involved. Lord Haido was no fool, and his trust, if it could even be called that, was as fragile as glass.

Still, Malik's resolve remained unshaken. He had played this game long enough to know its dangers—and its rewards. Tomorrow, they would take another step toward the Gelel temple, and Malik would ensure that every move he made brought him closer to his ultimate goal.

Malik finally reached his quarters, the ornate double doors sliding open with a faint hiss. Warm, golden light greeted him, a change from the cold corridors of the fortress. He stepped inside, letting the tension in his shoulders ease. His eyes immediately landed on Kiyomi.

She was sprawled on their large, plush bed, her silver hair still damp and glistening from a recent shower. She wore a silky, deep-blue robe that clung to her toned figure, its hem barely brushing her mid-thigh. In her hands was a thick, leather-bound book, and her piercing grey eyes flicked up briefly to meet Malik's before returning to her reading.

"You're late," she said calmly, turning a page with a practiced elegance.

"Ran into Haido," Malik replied, his tone light but laced with an undertone of mockery. He kicked off his boots, his movements slow and deliberate as he made his way to the bed. "We had a very… fun conversation."

Kiyomi arched a silver brow, setting the book down on her lap. "Define 'fun.'"

Malik sighed dramatically, collapsing onto the bed beside her. His short, chubby body sank into the soft mattress, his belly jiggling slightly with the motion. He stretched out, one arm flung lazily over his head. "Oh, you know. The usual. Thinly veiled threats, probing questions about my loyalty, and a reminder not to fail him. It's like we're old friends at this point."

Kiyomi chuckled softly, her fingers absently brushing a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "Sounds delightful."

Malik turned his head to look at her, his dark pink eyes sparkling with mischief. "He's getting impatient. Wants Fugai and me ready for the last Gelel temple after tomorrow. I think he's done waiting for the final piece of that blasted stone tablet."

Kiyomi's expression turned thoughtful, her grey eyes narrowing slightly. "The vein of Gelel… It's dangerous. Haido's been chasing it for years, but if he gets his hands on it—"

"I know," Malik interrupted, his voice unusually serious. "Which is why we have to stay ahead of him." He let out a weary sigh, shifting onto his side to face her fully. "But for now, I'm exhausted, Kiyomi. Between sparring with Fugai, keeping up appearances with Haido, and everything else, I feel like I've been running on fumes."

Kiyomi smirked, her gaze softening as she reached out to brush a hand over his forehead, pushing back a stray curl. "You've been working too hard. Even the great strategist needs rest."

Malik closed his eyes at her touch, a small, contented smile playing on his lips. "That's why I have you," he murmured.

She huffed a soft laugh, leaning back against the headboard. "And don't you forget it."

For a moment, silence enveloped them, the gentle hum of the fortress's engines the only sound. Then Malik's eyes fluttered open, and he glanced up at her.

"You've always got that storm brewing inside you, don't you, Kiyomi?" he said softly, his voice almost teasing. "Strong, fierce, and utterly untouchable."

Kiyomi's lips curved into a faint smile, her hand moving to rest lightly on his cheek. "Only for you, Malik. The tempest is yours to command."

Malik chuckled, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "And what a tempest it is."

Malik closed his eyes once again and As they lay there, the weight of their responsibilities seemed to fade, replaced by a quiet, shared understanding. 

As Malik's eyes fluttered open, he found himself captivated by the sight of Kiyomi. She had slipped off her silk bathrobe, revealing her toned, naked body still damp from her recent shower. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends glistening with droplets of water. Her piercing grey eyes held a soft, almost vulnerable expression as she looked down at him.

"Kiyomi..." Malik murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached up, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palm.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. "I thought you could use some... stress relief," she said, her voice low and sultry. She slowly straddled him, her body pressing against his, her legs on either side of his hips. He could feel the heat of her, the softness of her skin, and the hardness of her nipples brushing against his chest.

Malik let out a soft groan, his body responding to her closeness. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Kiyomi... you're... you're killing me," he managed to say, his voice strained. With a cheeky grin, he made his clothes disappear in a burst of pink light.

She chuckled, a sound like distant thunder, and leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue delved into his mouth, exploring, demanding, as her hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of both his muscles and the softness of his belly. He could feel her fingers curling into his hair, pulling him closer, as if she couldn't get enough of him.

Malik's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her in place. He could feel the heat of her core, pressing against his hardening cock, and he groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking slightly in response. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short pants, and looked down at him, her eyes filled with desire.

"Malik..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I want you. All of you."

He growled, a sound of pure, animalistic desire, and flipped them over so that he was on top, his body pressing hers into the mattress. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with the same hunger she felt. "And you'll have me, Kiyomi," he promised. "Every inch of me."

He captured her lips again, his kiss fierce and demanding, as his hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip, every secret place. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against his, her fingers digging into his back, urging him on.

Malik broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, until he reached her core. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and then he lowered his head, his tongue delving into her warmth, tasting her, exploring her, driving her to the brink of madness.

Kiyomi cried out, her body writhing beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the heat coiling in her belly, and she knew she was close. "Malik... Malik, please..." she begged, her voice ragged with need.

He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and then he slipped a finger inside her, his tongue continuing to tease her clit. She shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure, her cry of release echoing through the room.

Malik gave her a moment to catch her breath, his lips trailing back up her body, his hands caressing her skin. Then he reached between them, guiding his cock to her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and desire. "Are you ready, Kiyomi?" he asked, his voice soft.

She nodded, her eyes locked with his. "I've always been ready for you, Malik. Always."

He pushed into her, his body shuddering with pleasure as he felt her warmth enveloping him. He began to move, his strokes slow and steady, his eyes never leaving hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her body meeting his thrust for thrust, her fingers digging into his back, urging him on.

Their lovemaking was a dance, a battle, a symphony of pleasure and passion. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts beating in time. Malik could feel the pressure building inside him, the heat coiling in his belly, and he knew he was close.

"Kiyomi... I... I can't..." he groaned, his body tensing, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent.

"Yes..." she hissed, her body arching against his, her own release building again. "Yes, Malik, come with me..."

And with a final thrust, they both went over the edge, their bodies convulsing with pleasure, their cries of release echoing through the room. Malik collapsed on top of her, his body shuddering with aftermath, his heart pounding in his chest.

Kiyomi wrapped her arms around him, her fingers trailing through his hair, her body still trembling with pleasure. "I love you, Malik," she whispered, her voice soft.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction. "And I love you, Kiyomi. Always."

Kiyomi's hands began to roam over Malik's body, tracing the curves and softness of his form. His skin was a warm, rich chocolate tone, smooth and soft to the touch. She marveled at the contrast between her own pale, toned figure and his plump, velvety body. Her fingers dipped into the shallow divots at his sides, then traced the gentle swell of his belly, feeling the soft give of his flesh.

Malik's eyes fluttered closed as she touched him, a soft moan escaping his lips. He loved the way her hands felt on his body, the way she explored him with such reverence and desire. She leaned down, her silver hair cascading over his chest, and pressed a kiss to his heart, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

Kiyomi's hands continued their journey, moving down to his hips, his thighs, his calves. She took her time, savoring every inch of him, until she reached his feet. She lifted one, massaging the sole with her thumbs, eliciting another soft moan from Malik. He wiggled his toes, a small smile playing on his lips.

As Kiyomi worked her way back up his body, she paused at the juncture of his thighs. Malik's large, black cock lay heavy and hard against his belly, a bead of precome glistening at the tip. She looked up at him, her grey eyes filled with hunger, and he nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Kiyomi. Please."

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him. She stroked him slowly, her thumb swirling around the head, spreading the precome over the sensitive flesh. Malik's hips bucked, his breath coming in shallow gasps, as she continued to tease him.

But Kiyomi had other plans. She released his cock, her hands moving to his hips, and pushed him onto his back. She straddled his chest, her silver pubic hair brushing against his chin, and leaned down, her eyes locked with his. "I want to taste you, Malik," she said, her voice low and sultry.

He groaned, his hands moving to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Yes, Kiyomi. Please, yes."

She slid down his body, her breasts brushing against his chest, his belly, until she was positioned between his thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, and then she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste him.

Malik cried out, his body arching off the bed, as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. She took her time, exploring every inch of him, tasting him, teasing him, until he was a writhing, panting mess beneath her.

But Kiyomi wasn't done with him yet. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked. Malik's hands fisted in the sheets, his body convulsing with pleasure, as she worked him with her mouth.

He could feel the pressure building inside him, the heat coiling in his belly, and he knew he was close. "Kiyomi... Kiyomi, I'm going to..." he gasped, his body tensing, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent.

She pulled back, her eyes locked with his, and then she reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with her movements on his cock. "Come with me, Malik," she hissed, her body arching, her own release building.

And with a final, desperate cry, they both went over the edge, their bodies convulsing with pleasure, their cries of release echoing through the room. Malik's cock pulsed in her mouth, his hot seed spilling onto her tongue, as she continued to stroke him, to milk him, her own body shuddering with aftermath.

As they both came down from their high, Kiyomi crawled up Malik's body, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. He wrapped his arms around her, his heart still pounding in his chest, and pressed a kiss to her silver hair.

Malik, still hard and eager, flipped Kiyomi onto her hands and knees, her face pressed into the bed, her ass high in the air. She gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets as she braced herself. He ran his hands over her plump, round cheeks, his thumbs tracing the crease where her ass met her thighs.

"Malik... what are you... oh!" she cried out as he suddenly pushed into her, his cock filling her in one swift thrust. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, as he began to move, his strokes steady and sure.

"Fuck, Kiyomi, you feel so good," he groaned, his body slamming into hers, his hips meeting the curve of her ass with each thrust. She could feel every inch of him, his cock stretching her, filling her, driving her to the brink of madness.

She pushed back against him, her body meeting his thrusts, her cries of pleasure muffled by the bedsheets. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with his movements. She shuddered, her body convulsing with pleasure, as he continued to fuck her, to tease her, to drive her wild.

"Malik... Malik, I'm going to... I'm going to come..." she gasped, her body tensing, her fingers clawing at the bed.

"Come for me, Kiyomi," he growled, his hips slamming into hers, his cock swelling inside her. "Come with me."

And with a final, desperate cry, they both plunged over the edge, their voices echoing into the abyss below. their bodies convulsing with pleasure, their cries of release echoing through the room. Malik's cock pulsed inside her, his hot seed spilling deep into her hairy pussy, as she continued to push back against him, milking him, drawing out his orgasm.

As they both came down from their high, Malik collapsed onto her back, his body shuddering with aftermath, his heart pounding in his chest. Kiyomi lay beneath him, her body boneless, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her face still pressed into the bed.

Malik rolled off her, his body spent, and pulled her into his arms, her back pressed against his chest. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, his fingers trailing through her silver hair.

Kiyomi's fingers traced the contours of Malik's body, her touch soft and reverent. the way his skin seemed to glow under her fingertips. She ran her hands over his belly, feeling the softness of his flesh, the way it jiggled slightly with each of his breaths. His body was a testament to his indulgence, a luxury he allowed himself in the midst of his scheming and strategizing. And Kiyomi loved every inch of it.

Her eyes met his, and she was struck by the depth of his gaze. His hot pink eyes were like twin flames, burning with intensity and desire. She could lose herself in those eyes, drown in their depths, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Malik once again reached between them, his large, black cock still buried deep inside her. He grasped the base, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, and slowly began to withdraw. Kiyomi gasped at the sensation, her body clenching around him, trying to keep him inside. But Malik was relentless, his movements steady and sure, until he finally slipped free, his cock glistening with their combined arousal.

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with hunger, and Kiyomi knew what was coming. She leaned back, her body melting into the mattress, her legs falling open in invitation. Malik's eyes darted to her core, and he let out a low growl of approval.

Her pubic hair was as silver as the hair on her head, He reached out, his fingers tangling in the soft curls, pulling gently as he leaned down. Kiyomi gasped, her body arching at the sensation, Her fingers tightened their grasp on the sheets below her.

Malik's tongue flicked out, tracing the length of her slit, and Kiyomi cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. He groaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her, and then he was feasting on her, his tongue delving into her warmth, licking and sucking and teasing.

His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place, his fingers digging into her flesh. Kiyomi could do nothing but surrender, her body writhing with pleasure, her cries of ecstasy filling the room. Malik's tongue was a relentless force, exploring every inch of her, driving her to the brink of madness.

He focused on her clit, his tongue circling the sensitive nub, his lips sucking gently. Kiyomi could feel the pressure building inside her, the heat coiling in her belly, and she knew she was close. "Malik... Malik, please..." she begged, her voice ragged with need.

He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and then he slipped a finger inside her her wetness again, his tongue continuing to tease her clit. She shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure, her cry of release echoing through the room. Malik continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm, until she was a quivering, boneless mess beneath him.

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips trailing over her skin, his hands caressing her curves. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and desire, and Kiyomi knew that she was truly his. Body, heart, and soul.

"Malik..." she whispered, her voice soft and hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "I love you."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the tang of their combined arousal, and she moaned, her body already responding to his touch.

"Forever, Kiyomi," he whispered against her lips. "You and me, forever."

And as they lost themselves in each other once more, Kiyomi knew that she would follow Malik to the ends of the earth, her heart and her body his to command.