First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess-Chapter 383: Leaving for the Ceremony

Xavier and Angel left the Nexus Tower in the new hovercar, the doors sliding down as the engine hummed low beneath the chassis. The car lifted off the parking platform and surged forward over the skyline. Angel sat with her legs folded on the seat, watching the city rush past while scrolling through several holographic screens floating over her lap.

They crossed districts fast. Roads below were cramped with traffic, but the hovercar glided above it all, weaving through cleared aerial lanes as though the city belonged to it.

Angel tilted her head toward the horizon. "That’s where the ceremony is."

Blackwood Tower rose from the earth like someone had stabbed the planet with a monolith. Newly built, polished like obsidian, covered with reflective plating that caught every bit of light from the city. Between each level, clusters of particle screens displayed Blackwood insignias and shimmering crimson banners. Hundreds of drones roamed around it, decorating it with holograms and floating vials of red smoke that curled around the tower like serpents.

It wasn’t just a building. It was a political statement. The new hub of the Blackwood family. A powerhouse meant to house economic councils, military committees, underground trades sanctioned by the empire, and a private teleportation gate that connected to half a dozen planets. Any district blessed with a Blackwood tower instantly became a core territory of wealth and influence.

Angel brought up a 3D blueprint. The car’s interior dimmed slightly to highlight it.

"The fourth level has the engagement hall. The main hall is here. Staff entrances here, here, and here. Emergency exits on the east and west wing. Rooftop gate is restricted to Blackwood elders only. Hidden service elevator runs the entire height but disguised as a maintenance shaft." She tapped another screen. "These tunnels run under the tower. Old sewer systems the Blackwoods modified. But you probably won’t need to use them unless something goes very wrong."

Xavier glanced at her. "How did you even get these? This is private infrastructure."

Angel shrugged as though it were a trivial inconvenience. "A client hired me months ago. Paid a ridiculous amount to acquire data access. Turns out he had most of the authorizations himself, so I didn’t need to break much. Just slipped through the permissions and copied everything. Easy job."

Xavier hummed. "Convenient timing."

"I know," she said. "Almost suspiciously convenient. But hey, that was way before I even met you, so no need to be on guard."

They kept flying until the hovercar dipped toward a smaller gated zone where Requiem lived. Xavier didn’t ask Angel to come with him; she stayed in the car while he stepped inside the garage.

Requiem was elbow-deep in the mechanical gut of an android combat unit. Thick plating, reinforced spine, and power cores exposed like ribs. He lifted his goggles when Xavier stepped in.

"Everything ready?" Xavier asked.

Requiem wiped his hands on a cloth. "Ready enough. I’ll finish the calibration on the ship. Still a few things missing that I need to buy in the space markets, but it’ll run fine. My daughter’s things are packed. She’ll come, but she won’t be helping with your operations. Her body can’t handle stress or long activity. Weak constitution since birth."

"I’m hiring you," Xavier replied. "Not your daughter."

Requiem nodded toward the combat bot. "This one’s yours. I wanted it completed before we left. It should handle most threats. I’ll ship it to the dock with your parts."

Xavier handed him a mahogany box with the Goddess’ fragments inside and told him not to rush and to take whatever time he needed. "Just get to the dock in a few hours with your daughter. Viola and Lyra are already heading there."

Requiem nodded once. "I’ll be there."

Xavier returned to Angel and they resumed the flight toward the tower. The city lights reflected off the windshield, and Angel leaned closer to him, resting her hand on his thigh.

"You know," she murmured, "we’re going to reach early. And we haven’t christened the new hovercar yet."

Xavier arched an eyebrow. "Christened?"

She slid her hand up slowly. "A quickie. Clothes stay on, though.And make sure to let it all out inside so it doesn’t stain my party clothes."

"Yeah, I couldn’t finish last night on time. But hey, if I creampie you, wouldn’t it drip out and stain your panties or whatever?"

"Hmm... true~" she nodded twice. "Well, fill my mouth then. I will enjoy the taste of your cum until the dinner starts."

The windows tinted automatically when he hit privacy mode. The car kept gliding on autopilot.

Angel climbed over him and settled on his lap, pulling his zipper down just enough. Her breath hit his neck as she guided his cock past the fabric and eased herself down onto him, her body tightening around him through her soaked panties.

"Don’t move too much," Xavier said. "We’re still flying."

Angel smirked and rolled her hips anyway. "Then hold me still."

He gripped her waist, fingers digging through her clothes, and let her ride him in slow, hungry strokes. Her moans were low against his ear, breath warm, thighs trembling as she bounced on him through the fabric.

And then, as she reached closer, she buried her face in his shoulder, whispering for him not to stop.

Xavier placed his hands on her breasts and squeezed them a little which made Angel slow her speed.

"Hey, if you keep moving like that, I will end up cumming inside you," he warned her.

Instead of replying, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips and continued shaking her hips. And then, suddenly, her pussy walls gripped his cock tightly as she orgasmed.

Xavier barely managed to not shoot his load inside her.

He quickly pulled his cock out, and immediately, Angel got on her knees and opened her mouth.

Xavier plugged his dick inside her mouth and released hot milk, which she savored slowly, drop by drop, and swallowed it.

When they both finished, Angel slumped on his chest, panting, fixing her clothes while still clinging to him.

"Perfect timing," she said as she slid back into her seat.

The tower appeared ahead of them like a giant fortress preparing for war.

"Ready?" Xavier asked.

Angel grinned. "Let’s ruin a ceremony."