/~Kyra~/
The door clicked shut behind him.
And just like that, he was gone.
I sat in the middle of his ridiculously oversized bed, still tangled in sheets that slled like him, my chest rising and falling like I'd just co out of a battle, except there was no victory. Just tension. Hot, buzzing and unresolved.
I wasn't sure what pissed off more. The fact that he walked out after I was so turned on, or the way my body still ached for him even after he vanished like a shadow.
"Asshole," I muttered to the empty room.
Who just leaves like that? Who answers a call labeled XXX XXX while they've got beneath them?
My fingers curled into the sheets.
God, I hate how much he gets under my skin. The way he touched like I was the only thing that mattered in that mont...and then vanished the mont that voice ca on the screen.
That voice.
It wasn't just any mission call. That wasn't a team leader. That wasn't a sponsor or a clan elder. That was sothing darker. Older. Vance looked, no he acted, like a damn puppet in front of it.
And now I couldn't unhear it.
"It's about ti we utilize our asset in Irish Valley."
Jennifer.
Contrario.
Could Contrario be a spy sent to Irish Valley from here?.
I should talk to soone. Maybe Axel. Or go off-grid and call my elder. I should tell soone what I saw.....
No.
"Arrgghhh", I dropped my head in my hands, groaning. "This is not my fight."
My body was still humming from being halfway to heaven and being shoved off the cliff. I needed to cool down before I made any decisions. Just water. Maybe a walk. Sothing.
I slipped off the bed, letting the silk sheet fall off my hips, pulling on Vance's robe that hung off a hook. It was too long and too soft. It also slled like his damn shampoo.
I hated how much I liked it.
Moving toward the kitchen table, I passed his workout rack and paused, his gloves. The ones he always used after a big win or heavy strain. His fingers took a lot of damage when channelling his core, and this...this was the one thing he treated like it mattered.
A fitness-massage glove. Custom-fit. Stitched by the best scientist in Nova City, with cooling nodes, vibrators and pulse heat therapy. I ran my fingers along its side.
Without thinking, I picked it up.
He never left this outside. He must have been too tired or caught up in sothing that he left this here carelessly.
I held it close to my chest for a mont, then scoffed and tossed it onto the bed. "You ditch for a creepy whisper-voice in the dark, you lose your glove privileges."
But still....I couldn't throw it away.
I poured the water, took a long, slow sip, and stared out the high-rise window of Nova City's upper spires.
Sothing was wrong with Vance.
And if he's playing puppet for soone trying to shake Irish Valley.....then this wasn't just about sex anymore, he was rely using to clear his mind.
The glove on the counter....Vance was never that careless. Sothing was making him uneasy.
It was war. And I wasn't sure which side I was on yet. I loved being a rcenary for hire without any faction.
As I returned the cup to the counter, I took off the robe and just lay on the bed, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened before my eyes.
My mind was a whirlwind of chaos. One part of wanted to find out more, yet another part still needed his hands on . Absent-mindedly, my hands travelled to my clit, trying to relive the mont of passion...
My fingers caressed the insides of my already wet pussy.
"Ughhhh, I'm so horny" I said as frustration hit .
Trying to control the rage building inside , I slamd my hand on the bed. I accidentally hit and turned on the vibrate feature on the glove that I threw on the bed.
"Ouuuuuuu, I guess this has features more than finger massages after battles" I said as I wore one of the gloves on my left hand as I held my boob in my right hand.
I don't expect n like Vance to know where or even what a G-spot is, but I loved his dominance.
As I closed my eyes, the picture of Vance hovered over with my leg spread. His cock driving into as I slid two vibrating fingers into my pussy.
"Awwww" low moans escaped my lips as I pictured his face with his devilish grin, with his strong hands and tight grip on my neck. I could feel my thighs start to vibrate.
I bit my lips hard as I felt my orgasm hit . It hit so hard that I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, and I couldn't even hold myself anymore when a loud whimper ca out of my mouth, "Oh, Vance...."
I could feel the tension hitting hard as I approached my climax. Thrusting my vibrating fingers into my pussy, I went deeper with each thrust. The grip on my boob beca more firm as I pinched my nipple.
I couldn't hold it anymore. My fingers went in and out of faster as I heard his voice on my head, "You're mine, Kyra"
I arched my back and threw my head backwards as I moaned uncontrollably. It was then I felt the wetness from my pussy like it ca from a broken pipe. I pictured Vance kissing my pussy and rolling his tongue inside of as my toes curled and I grabbed bed sheets.
"Vance....." I said while I tried to catch my breath.
I slowly took off the glove and fondled my boobs as my mind drifted back slowly to what I had just done. A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I lay there frozen before gathering the courage to walk to the bathroom. It felt like a walk of sha, but it didn't matter to .
—--ELSEWHERE LATER THAT DAY—------
/~Axel~/
"You sure this won't fry my nerve strands?"
Dr. Skott didn't even look up. His old, stressed-out fingers danced across the hologram projected from the lab table like a concert pianist on a mission. "Axel, if you're scared of a little fire, you shouldn't be playing in the lightning."
I smirked. "If your idea of 'a little fire' is what you put in those last injects, I'm lucky I didn't start glowing."
Dr. Skott finally looked up, holding up glasses reflecting my avatar data as if he were analysing every inch of my existence with them. "Your tolerance for synthetic hyperfocus is higher than any other combatant I've worked with. You're not just a tool, Axel. To , you're my masterpiece, you're the blade I've been refining for years. This..." he swiped, loading up a new compound preview ".....this Axel, is edge-tech. Pure neural-doping laced with quantum sync enhancers. Your perception speed in battle will triple for seven minutes."
"Seven minutes?" I raised an eyebrow. "That's either god mode or a suicide tir."
"Only if you don't win before the countdown ends."
"You might as well start live-streaming all my battles, doc."
He handed a small injection case. "Use it in the field. If your avatar adapts, I'll make a full batch for the tournant."
"If? What happens if it doesn't?" I asked as I held the case and his hand.
"Well, you'll beco egg yolk thrown in oil, " he said as he cut himself loose from my grip.
I tucked it into my tactical belt. "I'll try not to fry."
As I stepped out of his lab, the sliding door hissed behind , sealing off a hundred thousand credits' worth of danger and brilliance. The hall was quiet, clean and humming with the low static of power cables.
Then I caught it, the scent of soone who had tasted blood several tis. A scent I knew all too well.
Lavender. Gun oil. And lemon balm?
"You've been here a while," I muttered under my breath.
She stepped out from the shadows like a damn ghost wrapped in swagger.
Kyra.
I didn't flinch. I didn't need to.
"I could sll you from in there," I said, my lips twitching. "Where've you been?"
Her hand slid into mine like we hadn't been distant since our last battle. Like we hadn't fought over Vance, over Irish Valley, over everything.
"I've been doing things," she said, voice calm, cool and almost too smooth.
I narrowed my eyes. "Kyra...."
"This is no ti for your brother instincts right now," she cut off, stepping closer. "I need to work with soone from Irish Valley."
The silence that ca after held many things.
She didn't blink, and for so reason, I didn't breathe.
"What are you talking about? Do you want to work for or with Jennifer?" I asked slowly.
Kyra shook her head. "No. Not her. Soone else."
"Contrario?"
She didn't answer.
My chest tightened. "You're playing with fire, you know what Vance could do to us if he finds out Kyra."
"We were literally born in fire," she whispered.
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