First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess-Chapter 381: Bidding Byes (R18)

Xavier woke up to the warm weight of Seraphina lying on top of him.

The room still smelled like sex. The sheets were a mess, pushed halfway off the bed. His back and hips were sore in a way that only came from hours of nonstop fucking. When he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, he realized why he felt so warm—Seraphina was still straddling him, completely naked, her chest pressed against his, her breath soft against his neck.

And his cock was still inside her.

She had fallen asleep with him still buried deep inside, her body curled around him like she refused to let him go even in her sleep. Her pussy felt warm and soft around him, still holding him, still lightly squeezing whenever she shifted in her sleep.

He rested his hand on her waist and she stirred. Her eyelashes fluttered before she finally opened her eyes. She looked down, saw their position, and a slow smile spread across her face.

"...we really knocked each other out," she whispered, voice raspy from moaning all night.

Xavier stroked her thigh. "You were the one who wouldn’t let me rest."

"You didn’t complain," she said and slowly lifted her hips. His cock slid out of her with a wet sound, and she shivered at how sensitive she still was.

She sat back on her heels between his legs and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. "Let me clean you before you walk out of here carrying last night with you."

She lowered her mouth and ran her tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, tasting everything they’d done. She swallowed him deeper, sucking him gently, her lips soft and warm as she cleaned him off. When she pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected her lips to his tip before breaking.

She kissed the head once. "Now you’re clean."

Xavier grabbed her waist and pulled her up. "Good girl."

She laughed softly. "Now, let me make you some breakfast."

She got out of bed and went to the kitchen.

Just a minute later, he followed her to the kitchen, wrapped his hands around her waist, turned her around and placed her on the counter. She spread her legs immediately, still sensitive but wanting him anyway. When he pushed into her again, she gasped and held onto his shoulders, her back arching as her breasts bounced with each thrust.

Her moans echoed off the cabinets as he fucked her on the counter, her heels digging into his lower back, her nails dragging down his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I’m going to miss this. I’m going to miss how you feel inside me."

He kissed her hard and kept going until she came around him, shaking, her pussy clenching tight enough to make him groan. When he finally pulled out, she was breathless, hair messy, face flushed.

They spent the next few minutes having breakfast, but Seraphina didn’t sit on her chair; instead, she sat on Xavier’s lap with his cock still inside her, and Xavier moved once in a while to stimulate her.

Then, they went to the bathroom to have a bath.

The water warmed instantly, hitting her skin in soft steam. She braced one hand against the shower wall while he suddenly entered her from behind, pushing into her with slow, deep thrusts that made her moan against the tiles.

Water ran down her back and over her ass as he fucked her, her moans mixing with the sound of water hitting the floor. She tried to keep her legs steady, but every thrust made her knees weaken, and he had to wrap an arm around her stomach to keep her upright.

He fucked her through another orgasm, holding her tight as she trembled and melted against him. When they finally stepped out of the shower, she leaned on him, exhausted and smiling faintly.

"You’re going to fuck every other woman in the galaxy like this," she murmured.

"Who knows?" he responded.

She walked him to the door wearing nothing but a loose robe. Before he left, she pulled him down for a long kiss, her hand resting on his chest.

"Come back to me when everything is over."

He brushed her cheek with his thumb. "I will."

Xavier stepped out of the room and headed for the elevator, already shifting his mind toward what was coming next.

The engagement ceremony was only a few hours away. And he had to prepare. Physically, mentally, and strategically. Because he wasn’t walking into a party. He was walking into the first move of a war.

Xavier stepped into his apartment and found all three girls in the living room. Lyra sat cross-legged on the couch with a snack pouch, Lilia scrolling through her holo-pad, and Viola leaning against the railing with her arms folded like she’d been waiting for him.

Viola straightened when he came in. "You called for me."

"Yeah," Xavier said. "Head to the dock site and start prepping the ship. We take off tonight. Doesn’t matter if the ceremony ends clean or with the entire city collapsing — we leave this planet before sunrise. Hero or fugitive... doesn’t matter which one the world calls me."

Viola nodded without hesitation. "I’m ready. I only have a few small things to settle. I’ll meet you at the docks." She turned to grab her jacket, her expression unmistakably resolved. She had trained him long enough to understand what he was walking into.

Xavier turned to Lyra next. "You’re going with Viola. Get ready."

Lyra’s ears perked up in shock. "Why can’t I come with you? There’ll be so much food there! And sweets! And fancy dishes! And—"

Xavier cut her off with a calm look. "There will also be a room full of vampires. You’re a werewolf. Don’t you remember what Reva had told you about the history between them?"

Lyra puffed her cheeks, her tail flicking with irritation. "But I’ll behave! I won’t bite anyone unless they deserve it! I won’t get to eat tasty food in the space!"

"You’re not invited," Xavier added, making it final.

Lyra groaned dramatically and stuffed three extra snack packs into her hoodie. Viola grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the door, and Lyra kept whining all the way out, "This is discrimination! I just wanted to eat!"

The door shut behind them, leaving silence.

Xavier turned, and Lilia was staring at the floor. A soft tension hung between them — not anger or fear, just something that neither of them knew how to shape into words.