This was a star-rated hotel located along the coast of the Emerald Sea of New Canaan, with more than a dozen warm-white rectangular buildings encircling the golden beach that stretched beside the shore.
Each building, only three stories high, stood independently, supported by alloy pillars that rose nearly thirty meters into the air. Guests staying there could admire the world-renowned emerald waters of Tyrador IX through the wide, floor-to-ceiling glass windows that faced the sea.
When Augustus entered the luxurious suite with Kerrigan, she felt a brief flutter of nervousness—but it vanished almost instantly.
While she tried to calm her excitement, Augustus took a moment to look at her carefully.
The dress fit her perfectly. Sarah Kerrigan wore a custom-made black evening gown with pleated lace trim. The smooth, form-fitting material clung to Kerrigan's exquisite curves, its wavelike hem cascading down to her ankles.
Her face, lightly illuminated under the soft light, was framed by makeup—slightly more than she usually wore—accentuating her features and elevating her beauty to a level that easily outshone most women.
Kerrigan began kissing Augustus without warning. This time—unlike at the restaurant—Augustus followed her rhythm, his arms gently wrapping around her waist. The kiss lingered for a long moment, expressing everything she wanted to say but couldn't put into words.
They kissed with passion, each movement a promise of longing and desire.
When she pulled back for a moment, one of her hands traced over the zipper at the back of her dress, determined to free her body from its elegant restraint. As a gentleman, Augustus followed her lead; his jacket and shirt fell to the floor just as the upper part of her gown slipped down her arms, revealing a simple yet alluring corset underneath.
She licked her lips with desire as her eyes roamed over his chest; thanks to the rigorous training Augustus had always maintained, his body was lean and well-toned.
A moment later, she leapt into his arms with palpable longing.
Her legs wrapped around his waist to keep herself aloft as her lips met Augustus's with a desire that surpassed even their previous kiss. Her grip around his waist was tight enough to hold her in place without slipping, and her arms were around his neck for support—but even so, Augustus placed his hands on her bottom.
His hands slipped beneath her dress as he did so.
But as their tongues battled for dominance, one of his hands embarked on a solo adventure. It moved upward until it found the laces that held her corset together and loosened them one by one, at a sensual pace that contrasted sharply with the urgency of her kisses. Each soft caress over a newly freed patch of her back made her move even faster—something Augustus was more than happy to match.
Her corset remained in place even after it was completely untied, trapped between their closely pressed bodies. He slid his hand into her red hair and gently pulled her head back. A soft moan escaped her lips as she tilted backward, and the corset finally slipped away, revealing her beautiful breasts within his reach.
Augustus buried his face against her bosom, generous and bare, savoring the warmth of her skin in the closest way possible. From that distance, he could hear her heartbeat—but, truth be told, he found the idea of testing the softness of her breasts far more compelling, especially after witnessing their seemingly gravity-defying poise. His hands were already occupied, yet his lips were still free, so he closed them around her breast, drawing a moan from her. A gasp escaped her when his teeth joined in, though it was not a sound of displeasure.
"They're amazing," he murmured in astonishment as he drew back for a moment.
Even as Augustus captured her lips once more, he took a step toward the nearest wall and pressed her against it, just enough for her to loosen her grip around his waist without losing their position.
Augustus grabbed the zipper of her dress and pulled it down forcefully, tearing it along with her lace panties.
Her skirt fell to the floor, followed a moment later by her panties. The next instant, Kerrigan used her psionic powers to do the same with his pants and underwear, a superior display of psionic prowess. She pulled back, a smug smile curving her lips, clearly taking amused pride in her achievement.
However, her smugness melted into panic when Augustus shifted slightly, aligning his shaft to her entrance.
"Are you sure?" Augustus asked, giving her the choice—something she deserved under the circumstances.
It didn't take long for her to rebuild her resolve from the unsteady fragments of fear.
No answer left her mouth, but then again, it wasn't really necessary—not when she resumed their kiss while choosing to lower herself, his shaft sliding into her wetness. Augustus couldn't help but moan in pleasure, as it was a sensation he had never experienced before. She lowered herself until her barrier stopped him, which he then broke through with a sharp push.
Carefully watching her expression, Augustus helped her lift herself back up. Her body, unaccustomed to a foreign presence, seemed to tighten around him as if trying to drive him away—yet only succeeded in making the experience even more pleasurable.
Their kiss shifted between sensual sweetness and burning passion so quickly it could have given him whiplash, yet it only made the moment all the more special.
Augustus pulled back to get a better view of her expression—a delicious mixture of pain and arousal—as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, trying to push herself even deeper in her determination, trying to devour his shaft. Augustus decided to help her a bit and pushed his hips upward in a sharp motion, forcing himself deeper despite her tightness.
A pained yelp escaped her lips, but there was no hiding the fact that she was enjoying the sensation immensely. And since her back was still pressed firmly against the wall, providing enough support, there was no reason for him to keep his hands on her hips when they could be put to more satisfying use. Augustus grabbed her breasts and squeezed them mercilessly.
Augustus rocked back and forth inside her, each thrust loosening her a little more, allowing him to slide deeper and deeper. Soon, she was pressing her weight against the wall, eyes closed as she savored his presence. Augustus took the opportunity to admire her curving body, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her heartbeat strong enough to make her chest tremble with every breath.
She was beautiful.
He moved his hands back to her hips—this time not to hold her up, but to align her perfectly before driving in completely. She let out a pained moan as her eyes snapped open, yet her only response was to pull him into another kiss, their tongues clashing once more. Even as the pace of his thrusts quickened, she refused to break the kiss, her tongue moving with growing desperation. It wasn't hard to recognize the signs of an approaching climax.
When she tightened around him without warning, his only reaction was to wrap an arm around her waist. Once again, Augustus began walking with her still clinging to him, but this time, each step drove his thickness deeper inside her—each movement, combined with her rising arousal, drawing a loud cry from her lips.
Augustus kept walking, each step sending another jolt of pleasure through her. Then he sat down on the bed with her still straddling his lap, handing her full control of the moment.
Augustus was caught off guard when she began moving up and down on his lap with reckless abandon, surprising him with her sudden burst of initiative. Her hips moved faster with each motion, as if she were testing her rapidly growing limits, and the sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the room.
In her frenzy, it didn't take long before she began trembling with another climax, her eyes clouded with pleasure.
Augustus let her ride out the moment for a few seconds before wrapping his arms around her waist and rolling over, leaving her beneath him with an enthusiastic giggle.
Leaning forward, Augustus began to lick and suck slowly, taking his time to savor the taste and feel of her warm, inviting skin.
After waiting for her to catch her breath, his hips began to move again—slowly and sensually—contrasting with her earlier frantic pace, yet somehow making it even more pleasurable for them both. Her hands slid up his back, her fingers digging into his shoulders; she didn't have the strength to hurt him, but the pressure was enough for him to feel it—and Augustus enjoyed every bit of it.
"Cum inside me, Augustus," Kerrigan moaned. He sped up, and her moans rose to match his pace. Augustus pushed, licked, and bit, and moments later, he began spraying inside her, accompanied by another string of cries.
When Augustus collapsed beside her, their tongues still gently dancing together, he felt completely satisfied. With their pleasure at its peak, neither of them wanted to speak—so they simply let their bodies do the talking in a long, lingering aftermath.
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Augustus withdrew his hand from Kerrigan's warm embrace, lifted the blanket, and stepped down from the hardwood bed covered with soft silken fabric. He first went to the bathroom to take a luxurious hot shower, then returned to the bedroom.
When Augustus put on his new shirt and slipped into a black square collar and long pants, the room's climate control system began operating, emitting a faint fan sound.
As always, Augustus woke up at the same hour every morning—a habit he had maintained ever since entering the Turaxis II recruit training camp. Augustus was always the first to wake, rousing every comrade of Heaven's Devils.
Pulling open the curtains of the window facing the sea, he saw the warm sun of the Tyrador star system hanging above the emerald waves. The sea shimmered like jade, dotted with thousands of white sailboats and floating buoys, while whaling ships that had just departed from the harbor sailed toward the horizon.
As sunlight poured over the wrinkled sheets, the fiery red hair buried beneath the blanket quivered slightly, accompanied by a soft, catlike moan.
When he turned his head toward the stirring blanket, Augustus couldn't help recalling everything that had happened that night.
A gentle smile curved at the corner of his mouth as he stepped across the wooden floor toward Kerrigan.
The shapely red-haired woman was curled within the bedding, her hand groping for the pillow beside her, but finding nothing. A tremor like lightning coursed through Kerrigan's body—she had yet to awaken, yet had already begun to cry in her dreams.
Based on his understanding of Kerrigan, Augustus believed that she must be experiencing a terrible nightmare—one filled with scenes from her childhood and from the Ghost Academy, where the people she had killed now clung to her like phantoms from the past. It was hard to imagine: if she had once killed tens of millions, would such torment drive even this strong woman mad?
Holding the crying Kerrigan in his arms with deep guilt, Augustus began to kiss her, caressing her back.
Few people knew of the fragility hidden beneath Kerrigan's cold iron mask; she still cried like an ordinary person. But the Terran Confederacy never cared. They only kept forcing a high-level psionic, who would suffer immense pain after killing, to continue killing again and again, and then erased those memories deeply imprinted into her cerebral cortex.
To Kerrigan, Augustus was far more than a leader worthy of loyalty and following. When she had been a merciless killing machine murdering for the Confederacy, only Augustus had reached out to her, helping her readjust to "normal" life.
To this day, Kerrigan still could not understand what kind of thoughts had led Augustus to keep by his side a high-level psionic officially deemed extremely unstable. She could only attribute it to his precious tolerance and broad-mindedness—qualities that also drew so many talented people to follow him.
Because of that, Kerrigan fell in love with Augustus without reservation, and she also believed that this charismatic man must possess the same allure to other women.
The past had given Kerrigan an unimaginably heavy trauma; she had once lost all her family. After entering the Ghost Academy, the instructors there often coerced the trainees into obedience by using the pets they loved most, or the last mementos left behind by their family members.
In the early stages of the Ghost Program, to make psionics obey orders without question, the instructors resorted to every form of violence and conspiracy to control their trainees—even using drugs.
This was also the reason why, after being rescued, Kerrigan immediately joined the Revolutionary Army. She desperately needed an ideal or a goal to support her will to live.
Kerrigan had almost never truly possessed anything of her own. Everything that should have belonged to her had been destroyed or forcibly taken away. Since coming to Augustus's side, her life had become worlds apart from the cold assassin's existence she once led—so she feared all the more losing Augustus.
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