Naruto-ReBorn as a Baker

Chapter 230: Morning Chains

The early morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Ranke's room, casting a muted glow over the disheveled sheets and the two entwined bodies sprawled atop the somewhat massive bed. Malik stirred first, his mind still groggy as the warmth of the body next to him seeped into his senses. He blinked slowly, registering the tangle of blonde hair spread across the pillow and the soft rise and fall of Ranke's chest.

The realization hit him fully—neither of them was wearing a single stitch of clothing.

Malik couldn't help but admire her for a moment. Ranke's pale skin was flawless, her toned figure relaxed in the throes of sleep. Her Gelel stone glimmered faintly in the low light, nestled against the choker Haido had given her. It was a surreal contrast: the fierce warrior knight now lying peacefully, her usual sharp edges softened in the tranquility of sleep.

Malik sighed, a mixture of contentment and apprehension. "As much as I'd love to stay here," he muttered under his breath, carefully sliding to the edge of the bed, "I've got a day full of trouble ahead."

He managed to free one arm, but as soon as he moved his leg, Ranke's own legs tightened around his waist. Startled, Malik froze and glanced back to find her violet eyes wide open, locked on his with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine.

"You're not going anywhere," Ranke said softly, her voice still husky from sleep.

Malik blinked. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to know you were going to try and sneak out," she replied, her lips curling into a faint smirk.

"Well," Malik began, attempting to wiggle free again, "as much as I enjoy the... snugness of your embrace, I do have things to—"

"No." Her grip tightened, arms now wrapped firmly around his chest.

Malik raised an eyebrow, a crooked grin playing across his face. "Ranke, you do know Haido's not going to be thrilled if one of his knights is missing from her duties all morning."

"Let him wait," she said, her smirk widening as she nuzzled against his neck. "He owes me for that ridiculous underwear mission anyway."

" . . .Underwear mission . . . . wait what do you mean by That ridiculous underwear mission?"

Instead of giving him an answer she just looked away from him.

Malik's curiosity piqued at her comment. "Ridiculous, huh?" he teased, relaxing into her hold with a resigned sigh. "Well, if you aren't going to answer me, I guess I'll leave it alone, but I would've thought something like that was thrilling."

Ranke's eyes glinted mischievously. "Thrilling was when I finally got you to stop dangling that kiss over my head."

"Ah," Malik said, his grin growing, "so this is about payback. I see how it is."

She rolled her eyes but didn't deny it, instead pulling him closer until his back was pressed firmly against her chest. Her large breasts molded against him, and Malik couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're really not letting me go, are you?" he asked.

"Nope," she said, popping the 'p' with exaggerated finality.

"Fine," Malik conceded, resting his hands atop hers where they encircled his torso. "But I'm blaming you when Haido comes knocking on the door."

Ranke's smirk softened into something more genuine, her eyes scanning his face. "He won't knock. He doesn't care that much. And besides, you'll talk your way out of it like you always do, Shortstack."

Malik winced. "You really need a better nickname for me."

She kissed the back of his neck playfully. "Not happening."

They stayed like that for a while, the morning slowly creeping by. Malik felt her heartbeat against his back, a steady rhythm that lulled him into a rare sense of peace. For someone as fiery and untamed as Ranke, moments like this were few and far between, and he found himself savoring it despite his earlier protests.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Malik turned his head slightly to catch her gaze. "So, how long do you plan on keeping me hostage?"

Ranke's smirk returned full force. "As long as I want."

Malik sighed again, though the smile on his face betrayed his true feelings. "Guess I'd better make myself comfortable, then."

Ranke chuckled, her laughter vibrating against his back. "Good choice, Shortstack."

Minutes turned into what felt like hours as they lay together. Ranke's teasing demeanor softened, her fingers lightly tracing patterns across Malik's skin. Her violet eyes occasionally drifted over his face, studying him in ways she never allowed herself to when others were around. Malik, for his part, found her proximity both comforting and magnetic, a far cry from the brash warrior he was used to sparring with verbally.

"You know," Malik said, breaking the silence, "for someone who claims to be all about duty and discipline, you're remarkably good at shirking both."

Ranke snorted. "Says the guy who's supposed to be charming his way into Haido's trust, not my bed."

Malik laughed, his shoulders shaking against her. "Touché. But in my defense, you're very persuasive."

Her fingers stilled, and for a moment, something unspoken hung in the air. Ranke leaned forward, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Malik," she said softly, her voice devoid of its usual edge, "do you ever think about... what comes after all this?"

Malik turned his head slightly, meeting her gaze. "All this? You mean Haido, the Gelel stones, the whole mad quest for power?"

She nodded, her eyes searching his face for something she couldn't quite name.

"I do," he admitted after a pause. "More than I probably should."

Ranke's lips pressed into a thin line, her usual confidence faltering. "And?"

Malik smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of blonde hair from her face. "And I think about people like you. What you'll do when you're free to choose for yourself."

Her breath hitched, and for once, Ranke was at a loss for words. Malik took advantage of her silence, his smile widening.

"But for now," he said, leaning back against her with a contented sigh, "I'm happy right here."

Ranke's arms tightened around him, her face burying in the crook of his neck. "You're impossible," she muttered, though the warmth in her voice betrayed her.

Malik chuckled, his hand resting lightly on hers. "And you wouldn't have it any other way."

They stayed like that, the world outside forgotten for just a little while longer.

That is until Malik got a little horny, he turned around on the bed, now facing Ranke and started to play with her big boobs. Malik's fingers moved deftly over Ranke's swollen breasts, feeling the delicate skin and the firm mounds beneath. Her body shuddered with pleasure as Malik's touch sent sparks of electricity through her body. Her violet eyes darkened with desire and she arched her back, pressing her chest even closer to him. Malik's lips sought out her nipple, and he began to suckle gently, causing Ranke to gasp and moan deeply.

Ranke's hands came up to tangle in Malik's hair as she pulled him closer. "Yes, Malik," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. "Just like that."

Malik responded by increasing his pace, his tongue swirling in circles around her nipple. Ranke writhed beneath him, every touch sending waves of ecstasy through her. Malik's tongue continued its relentless dance around Ranke's nipple, causing her to gasp with each new sensation. Her breath came in ragged breaths as she ground her pussy against his leg. The friction from the movement sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.

"Oh, Malik," Ranke moaned, her voice trembling with passion. "That feels so good."

Malik's hand slipped lower, tracing the curve of her hip and down her thigh. He parted her legs gently, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Ranke's body shuddered as his fingers delved into her folds, finding her wet and ready.

Her hips bucked, seeking more of his touch as he began to explore her with his fingers. She moaned louder, the sound echoing through the room.

Malik's tongue swirls around Ranke's sensitive nipple with relentless intensity. Her skin flushes a deep red under his skillful ministrations. The sensitive nerves between her thighs buzz with energy, amplified by her friction with his leg. Each hump sends waves of pleasure rippling through her. 

As he sucks and teases one of her nipples, his fingers slip inside her. They delve deep into her core, searching and finding all her sweetest spots. With deliberate strokes, he makes her cry out, the sound both erotic and filled with an almost unbearable longing. She grasps his arm tightly, digging her fingers in, signaling both restraint and permission to explore even deeper.

Her muscles tense around Malik's fingers. With every thrust and stroke, the ecstasy becomes almost overwhelming. Malik's fingers continue their relentless exploration, each movement eliciting gasps and moans from Ranke. Her body quivers with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting more of his touch.

Malik's other hand reaches up to caress her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. His eyes lock onto hers, filled with a deep, unspoken connection. Ranke's eyes glisten with emotion, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrenders completely to the moment.

With a final, powerful thrust of his fingers, Ranke's body arches off the bed, her back bowing as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. Her muscles clench around Malik's fingers, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. As the waves of pleasure subside, Ranke collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. Malik withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to savor the taste of her. His eyes never leave hers, the connection between them as strong as ever.

Malik's heart pounds in his chest as he leans down to kiss her deeply. Their lips meet in a passionate embrace, sharing the remnants of her orgasm. His hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of her, reaffirming their bond.

Ranke's hands run through Malik's hair, pulling him even closer. After thier kiss, Malik sticks one of his fingers in her mouth, asking her, "Do you like it when I make you cum?" Ranke's eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint as she wraps her lips around Malik's finger, savoring the taste of her own pleasure. She sucks and licks him with a deliberate slowness, her tongue swirling around the tip. Her eyes lock onto his, conveying a promise of more to come.

Malik's breath catches in his throat as he feels her mouth envelop his finger. The sensation is both intense and intimate, sending shivers down his spine. Her lips are warm and inviting, and he can't help but moan in pleasure. He pulls back slightly, only to thrust his finger back into her mouth, deepening their connection.

Ranke's grip on his hand tightens, her nails digging into his skin in a way that sends waves of pleasure through him. 

As Ranke slides down his body, the bedding rustles softly, muffling the sounds of their intimacy. The sheets rise and fall around them as she reaches Malik's waist. Her hands explore his chubby, soft skin, causing him to gasp in pleasure. With a swift motion, she pulls the covers over both of them, creating a cozy cocoon where only their whispered breaths and soft moans can be heard.

Ranke's lips make their way to the tip of Malik's cock. She parts her lips slightly, just enough to feel him, teasing him with her warmth. Her tongue darts out to taste the saltiness, before she draws him in further. She takes him in deeply, her mouth enveloping him fully, her lips sealed tightly around his girth. Malik feels a shiver of pleasure course through his body as Ranke's mouth moves with a practiced skill. Ranke's lips move expertly up and down the length of Malik's cock. Her tongue swirls around him, creating an exquisite sensation that makes his toes curl. Her skilled manipulation sends jolts of pleasure through him, and he can feel his body responding to her touch, each pulse of his blood intensifying his arousal. 

Her hands come up to caress Malik's thighs, her touch soft yet firm. Her fingers trace patterns on his skin, adding to the sensations coursing through his body. Malik reaches down to tangle his hands in Ranke's hair, pulling her closer as her rhythm becomes more urgent. Each thrust of his hips meets her eager mouth, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin and sending waves of ecstasy through him. 

Their cozy cocoon under the covers provides the perfect intimacy for this moment, shielding them from prying eyes. Ranke's movements become more fervent, her mouth working him with a fervor that drives Malik to the brink. Her tongue dances along the underside of his shaft, and her lips tighten around him, creating a suction that pulls him deeper into her. Malik can feel the tension building inside him, every touch and sensation amplified by the intimacy of their hidden sanctuary.

Ranke's free hand slides down to cup Malik's balls, gently massaging them as she continues to suck and lick. Her fingers roll them gently, adding an extra layer of pleasure that makes Malik's breath catch in his throat. He can feel his climax approaching, each thrust of his hips becoming more urgent.

Ranke's eyes meet his, filled with a mix of desire and love. Her gaze is a promise of more to come, a silent affirmation of their deep connection. 

The climax washes over Malik, an explosion of pleasure that seems to shake his entire body. Ranke feels his warm liquid fill her mouth, the heat mingling with the sensation of her tongue still working him, maintaining a gentle rhythm despite the intense burst of semen.

Malik gasps and trembles as he pours himself into her mouth. Her fingers continue their skillful caress of his balls, heightening every sensation. His muscles convulse and spasm with the release of his pent-up energy, but Ranke's embrace is steadying and warm. Her tongue continues its delicate dance around his length, capturing every last drop, while her mouth maintains an expertly suction that leaves Malik in a state of pure ecstasy.

Breathless, his heart pounds as the pleasure subsides. He opens his eyes and looks at Ranke, whose mouth is now filled with the evidence of his climax. This time its Malik's turn to slide down, he pushes Ranke on her back, and leans in to kiss her, not caring her mouth is filled with his hot seed. Malik's descent is slow and deliberate, his eyes locked onto Ranke's, which sparkle with a mixture of surprise and excitement. He can see the slight bulge in her cheek, evidence of his release still held within her mouth. The sight sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him. He leans in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate, hungry kiss.

Ranke's eyes widen briefly, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she meets his kiss with equal fervor, her lips parting to allow Malik's tongue to explore. The taste of his own release is foreign yet erotic, the intimacy of the act sending shivers down his spine. Ranke's mouth is warm and inviting, her tongue dancing with his, the mixture of their essences creating a heady cocktail of desire. Malik's lips meet Ranke's in a passionate, messy kiss, their tongues intertwining as they share the warm, sticky fluid. The taste of his essence mixes with the unique flavor of Ranke's mouth, creating a heady cocktail that is both intoxicating and deeply intimate. Malik savors the moment, his tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth, capturing every last drop of his seed. 

Ranke's hands come up to tangle in Malik's hair, pulling him closer as they continue their passionate exchange. The slippery texture of the semen creates a sensual glide between their tongues, adding a new dimension to their kiss. Their breathing becomes ragged as they lose themselves in the intensity of the moment, the world around them fading away until all that remains is the connection between them.

As the kiss deepens, Malik feels a renewed sense of arousal building within him. While they kiss Ranke takes hold of Malik's still hard cock and guides it to the entrance of her dripping core. The head of Malik's member is coated with a blend of their mingled essences, creating an inviting sheen that beckons him closer. Ranke's fingers tighten around his length, her grip firm but gentle, guiding him with precision. With each thrust, the intimacy between them intensifies, their bodies moving in sync as if they are part of a single entity.

Malik pushes deeper into Ranke, his eyes locking with hers, finding solace and connection in their shared gaze. The warmth of her embrace surrounds him, and as he fully immerses himself in her, their hearts syncopate to a primal rhythm. Each movement creates ripples of pleasure that flow through them both, connecting them on a deeper, more profound level. 

The world fades away as their climax approaches.

The bed creaks in protest under the weight and motion of their passionate encounter. Ranke's ample and firm breasts bounce in rhythm with each of Malik's powerful thrusts, adding to the sensual spectacle playing out between them.

With expert precision, Malik finds the perfect angle to stimulate Ranke even more profoundly. His hips angle downward, the angle allowing him to sink deeper into her with every motion. Ranke lets out soft moans, her breathing accelerating as the waves of pleasure radiate through her body.

Her hands continue to run through Malik's hair, tugging gently to bring his head closer. Malik leans closer to Ranke, "Don't hold back Ranke, if you want something tell me!" Malik feels Ranke's breath on his ear as she responds in a hushed whisper, "I want you to make me scream, Malik." The intensity of her words ignites a new fire in him, fueling the passion between them. His thrusts grow more determined, his focus narrowed solely on her pleasure. 

As their rhythmic dance continues, the room is filled with the erotic sounds of their lovemaking, their bodies slick with sweat and covered in the remnants of their intimate connection. Each powerful thrust from Malik brings Ranke closer to her peak, her breath catching in her throat as her body shudders in ecstasy. The bed rocks violently, its frame protesting the sheer force and weight behind their passionate lovemaking, but neither of them breaks the rhythm, too caught in the overwhelming surge of desire.

Malik obliges Ranke's request with gusto, his hips slamming into hers with a force that makes her gasp. Each powerful thrust elicits a moan of pure pleasure from Ranke, her body shuddering as she takes him in fully. Her hands grip the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from the intensity of her hold.

"Harder, Shortstack," Ranke commands, her voice thick with desire. "Make me cum!"

Malik complies, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, mingling with Ranke's moans and cries of pleasure. Her ample breasts bounce with each movement, adding a visual stimulation to the already intense encounter.

Ranke's legs wrap around Malik's waist, pulling him deeper into her with each thrust. Her nails dig into his back, the sharp sensation only adding to the pleasure coursing through his body. Malik's grip on Ranke's hips tightens, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh as he drives into her with renewed vigor. The bed groans louder, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall, echoing the primal cadence of their passion. Ranke's breath hitches with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more insistent.

"Malik... yes... just like that," she gasps, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her hands clutch at the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she braces herself against the force of his movements. Her breasts heave and sway, the sight of them bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through Malik.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You feel incredible, Ranke," he growls, his voice low and husky. The heat of their shared breath sends shivers down Ranke's spine. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as she meets each of his powerful thrusts with an equal fervor. Her body is a living testament to the ecstasy they are experiencing, every inch of her trembling with pleasure.

Malik's thrusts become more frenzied, driven by the urgency of her whispered commands. The bed rocks violently, its frame straining under the force of their lovemaking. The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, mingled with Ranke's gasps and moans.

Suddenly, Ranke's body tenses, her breath catching in her throat as she nears her peak. Malik feels her muscles clench around him, pulling him deeper into the vortex of her pleasure. 

Malik's thrusts become relentless, each one driving deeper into Ranke with a force that leaves her breathless. Her body shudders as she reaches the brink of ecstasy, her muscles clenching around him in a series of powerful, pulsating waves.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ranke cries out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. Her body arches off the bed, her back bowing as she surrenders to the overwhelming sensation. Her first orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with each powerful wave of pleasure.

Malik doesn't let up, his hips moving with a primal intensity as he continues to drive into her. The bed shifts and creaks under their combined weight, the headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall. Ranke's second orgasm erupts almost immediately, her body trembling violently as she succumbs to the sheer force of her pleasure. Her screams of ecstasy are muffled by the bed covers, but Malik can still feel the vibrations of her voice against his skin. Her pussy clenches around him, gripping him with a strength that sends shockwaves of pleasure through his own body.

Her third orgasm follows almost instantly, her entire being consumed by the intense ecstasy. Her muscles spasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she is lifted to new heights of pleasure. Malik can feel her warmth spreading, her love and pussy juice coating his member. The bed sheets become soaked with the evidence of their passion, and the room is filled with the intoxicating aroma of their lovemaking. But Malik still hasn't cum yet and he plans on filling her up and giving her one more powerful orgaism as he fills her with his seed! Malik's body is slick with sweat, his muscles tensing as he feels his own release building. His thrusts become even more urgent, each one pushing deeper inside Ranke, her body writhing in ecstasy beneath him. The bed can barely contain their fervor, the headboard hammering against the wall in a relentless tempo.

Ranke's body shudders with each wave of pleasure, her moans turning into cries of raw, unbridled ecstasy. Malik feels her pussy clenching around him, the tight, wet heat almost unbearable. Her climaxes have left her slick and swollen, her body quivering with each of his powerful strokes.

Malik's orgasm finally erupts, the intense pleasure overwhelming him as he pours himself into Ranke. The hot stream of Malik's seed fills Ranke, her body accepting his release with a final, shuddering spasm. The bed beneath them absorbs the force, creaking and groaning under the weight and intensity of their lovemaking. Ranke's body is limp but still trembling, each pulse of her heart reverberating through her veins as she basks in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms. 

Malik pulls back, his breath slowing as he looks at Ranke, her features softened by the pleasurable haze surrounding them. Her blond hair is splayed around her like a fiery halo, her purple eyes glazed with post-orgasmic contentment. He gently caresses her cheek, brushing away a few strands of hair and marveling at the serene beauty of the moment.

"Did I tell you how amazing you are?" Ranke doesnt answer still in the middle of cumming, Malik leaves her to it. Malik takes a moment to catch his breath, his heart still pounding from the intensity of their encounter. The room is filled with a palpable sense of intimacy, the sound of their labored breathing mingling with the creaking of the bed. He watches Ranke, her body slowly returning to a state of calm, her chest rising and falling with each steady breath.

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at Malik with a sleepy, satisfied smile. "incredible," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers lightly trace the lines of his chest, her touch feather-light and incredibly soothing.

Malik leans in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. "I couldn't agree more," he says, his voice filled with warmth and affection. They remain entwined under the covers, their bodies still close, sharing this intimate moment of connection.

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Chapter 230: Morning Chains Part 2 (Continued)

The gym was a cacophony of sounds—metal clanking, soft grunts of exertion, and the rhythmic pounding of feet on treadmills. The knights had gathered for their morning training, each immersed in their own routines. The air was thick with energy and the faint tang of sweat.

Ranke walked in, her purple workout outfit hugging her toned figure. Her blonde hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and her light-violet eyes sparkled with a glow that Kamira immediately recognized. Ranke was practically radiating.

Kamira, standing by the weight bench in her turquoise gym outfit that accentuated her curvaceous figure, caught sight of Ranke and sighed dramatically. "Well, look who's glowing like she just conquered an empire," she drawled, lifting a brow.

Ranke smirked, striding over with confidence. "You were right," she said simply, tossing her gym bag onto a nearby bench.

Kamira tilted her head, her reddish eyes narrowing in mock curiosity. "Right about what, dear Ranke?"

Leaning in closer, Ranke whispered, her voice brimming with satisfaction. "Malik. He's… exceptional."

Kamira rolled her eyes but couldn't help the slight twinge of jealousy that flared in her chest. "I told you, didn't I? The man's got a knack for leaving an impression," she replied, her tone breezy, though her grip on the dumbbell tightened slightly.

Ranke chuckled, her cheeks flushed. "Impression? He's a god in bed. I don't know how you kept that to yourself."

"Oh, sweetie," Kamira teased, her lips curving into a sly smile. "I didn't keep it to myself. I just didn't think you'd ever admit you were interested."

Ranke's smirk faltered for a split second before she recovered. "Well, now I know."

From the far corner of the gym, Fugai was busy punching a heavy bag, her violet eyes narrowing as she caught snippets of their conversation. She tried to focus on her routine, her fists slamming into the bag with precision, but the volume at which the two were speaking made it impossible to ignore.

Kamira leaned against the bench, tossing a towel over her shoulder. "So, was it everything you imagined, or did our Shortstack surpass expectations?"

Ranke crossed her arms, feigning annoyance, though the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. "I'm not discussing details," she retorted.

Kamira's laughter rang out, light and teasing. "Oh, come on! You're practically glowing. You can't drop a bomb like that and not give me something."

Fugai groaned under her breath, her punches growing harder as she tried to drown out their voices. "Do you two ever talk about anything other than Malik?" she muttered, though it was loud enough for both women to hear.

Ranke glanced over her shoulder, smirking. "Jealous, Fugai?"

Fugai turned, her light brown hair falling over her shoulder as she crossed her arms. "Not even remotely," she snapped. "Some of us are here to train, not gossip."

Kamira chuckled, clearly enjoying the tension. "Oh, Fugai, don't be like that. We're just celebrating Ranke's… accomplishment."

Fugai rolled her eyes, grabbing a towel and wiping her face. "Whatever. Just keep it down, will you?"

Ranke turned back to Kamira, her smirk returning. "You're just mad because you haven't had him to yourself lately."

Kamira's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Maybe. But don't think for a second I'm letting you monopolize him."

"Oh, please," Ranke shot back, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. "I'm not that greedy. But I will say this…" She leaned in closer, her voice low but just loud enough for Fugai to hear. "He's worth every second."

Fugai's patience finally snapped. She grabbed her water bottle and stormed toward the door. "I'm done," she said, her tone clipped. "You two enjoy your little Malik fan club."

As the door swung shut behind her, Kamira burst into laughter. "She's so easy to rile up."

Ranke joined in, her earlier glow now accompanied by a genuine smile. "Yeah, but she's right. We should probably get to work."

Kamira nodded, though her mischievous grin lingered. "Fine, but you owe me more details later."

Ranke rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "We'll see."

The two women finally turned their attention to the weights, their camaraderie evident despite the teasing. Even in the midst of their playful banter, the bond they shared as knights—and now as two women caught in Malik's orbit—was unmistakable.

Kamira, her curiosity piqued, glanced around the gym as if suddenly realizing someone was missing. "Speaking of Malik, where is he anyway? Still passed out in your bed?" she asked, a playful smirk on her lips.

Ranke chuckled, shaking her head. "No, he went back to his own room. Said he needed more sleep."

Kamira raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "More sleep, huh? Maybe I should go check on him later, make sure he's not too lonely." She paused, then waved a hand dismissively. "But never mind that. Tell me, what did the two of you get up to before you graced us with your presence?"

Ranke's cheeks flushed slightly, but she held Kamira's gaze. "Wouldn't you like to know," she teased.

Kamira laughed, leaning in closer. "Oh, come on. You can't leave a girl hanging like that. Spill."

Ranke sighed dramatically, but her lips curved into a smile. "Let's just say he has a way of making mornings very... enjoyable."

Kamira's eyes widened with interest. "Oh, really? Do tell."

Ranke shrugged, a coy look on her face. "Maybe I should keep some things to myself. Build a little mystery."

Kamira pouted playfully. "You're no fun. But I get it. Some things are better left to the imagination." She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. "You know, sometimes I swear that man can keep going forever. It's like he has this endless reserve of energy."

Ranke nodded, her eyes sparkling with remembrance. "He does have a certain... stamina."

Kamira grinned, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And he enjoys it too. Especially when he's... you know, down there." She winked, her meaning clear.

Ranke's blush deepened, but she didn't deny it. "He does have a talent for that," she admitted, her voice soft.

Kamira chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "See, I knew you'd come around. There's just something about him that's hard to resist."

Ranke smiled, her expression softening. "Yeah, there is. But enough about Malik. We really should get to work."

Kamira nodded, her mischievous grin lingering "Alright, alright. But don't think you're off the hook. I want every juicy detail later."

Ranke rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "We'll see," she said, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

The two women eventually directed their focus to the weights, their camaraderie apparent despite the teasing.