20/03/2542 – Secure Compound, Private Quarters, Epsilon Prime Surface Dome
The dome's simulated evening had settled into a soft twilight—golden light fading to deep indigo through the translucent roof, stars beginning to prick the artificial sky. The air in Elias's private quarters was warm, scented with fresh bread and herbs from the communal kitchen. Candles flickered on the low table—real wax ones Aria had coaxed from the replicator stocks—casting dancing shadows across the woven tapestries Liora had hung on the walls.
Elias sat on the edge of the wide bed, still in his gray fatigues, compression shirt outlining the hard lines of his chest and abs. He watched Aria move about the small space—setting out plates, pouring water infused with garden mint. Her sundress swayed with each step, pale green fabric clinging softly to her full breasts, the neckline dipping just enough to reveal the gentle swell as she bent to place a bowl. Skirt brushing her rounded thighs, bare feet silent on the woven rug.
*She's nervous,* he thought. *Heart rate elevated—Nova scanned it earlier. But she wants this. As much as I do.*
Liora had excused herself after dinner—sensing the shift in the air, offering a dreamy smile and a quick hug before retreating to her own room. Leaving them alone.
Aria straightened, cheeks flushed deeper than the candlelight explained. Blue eyes met his—shy, but steady.
"I… made this for you," she said softly, gesturing to the simple meal: stew rich with vegetables she'd grown herself, bread still warm, sliced tomatoes glistening.
He stood—towering over her even across the room. Six-foot-five of lean, augmented muscle. She had to tilt her head back to hold his gaze.
"Thank you."
His voice was low, quiet command wrapped in warmth. He crossed the space in two strides, large hand cupping her cheek—thumb brushing her lower lip.
*Soft. Warm. Real.*
She leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering half-closed.
They ate slowly—sitting close on the couch, her thigh pressed to his. Conversation light: the gardens, Liora's latest tapestry, the way the dome's simulated stars matched old colony skies.
But tension built with every glance, every brush of fingers.
When plates were cleared, Aria stood to take them to the sink—back turned, sundress stretching across her hips.
Elias rose behind her—silent, predatory grace. Arms slid around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. She gasped softly, body melting into him.
*Mine,* he thought. *Finally.*
His lips brushed her ear. "You don't have to be nervous."
"I'm not," she whispered, breath catching as his hands splayed across her soft belly. "I want this. Want you."
He turned her slowly—green eyes locking on blue.
Consent in her gaze. Desire. Trust.
He kissed her.
Gentle at first—lips brushing, testing. Then deeper as she parted for him, small hands clutching his shirt. Her taste—sweet, like the mint water. Body pressing closer, full breasts soft against his hard chest.
*So fragile compared to me. But strong in her own way.*
He lifted her easily—hands under her thighs—and carried her to the bed. Laid her down like something precious.
The sundress rode up, revealing smooth thighs. He knelt between them, large hands sliding up her legs—calluses rough against silk skin.
Aria shivered, arching slightly.
He peeled the dress upward slowly—revealing inch by inch. Soft belly. Full breasts spilling free, nipples already peaked in the warm air. Pale skin flushed pink.
*Beautiful. Perfect.*
Naked now, she reached for him—tugging his shirt up. He helped, pulling it over his head—revealing the sculpted torso, silver scars like faint lightning across pale muscle.
Her hands explored—tentative at first, then bolder. Tracing abs, chest, shoulders.
He let her—watching her eyes widen at his size, his hardness pressing against fatigues.
Then he took control.
Hands pinned her wrists above her head—gently but firmly. Dominant.
"Mine," he said quietly.
She nodded, breath coming faster. "Yours."
He kissed down her neck—nipping, soothing with tongue. Breasts next—mouth closing over one nipple, sucking slow and deep while fingers teased the other. She moaned—soft, needy sounds that went straight to his core.
*Virgin. Pure. Responding to every touch like it's the first time feeling.*
Lower still—kissing her belly, hands spreading her thighs wide. She was wet already—glistening, ready.
He tasted her.
Tongue slow and deliberate—lapping, circling, sucking gently. Her hips bucked; he held her down with one large hand on her stomach.
Aria cried out—fingers tangling in his hair, body trembling as climax built fast and hard.
He didn't stop—pushing her over the edge, drinking her release as she shuddered and gasped his name.
When she floated down, he rose—shedding fatigues. Cock springing free—thick, long, hard with need.
Her eyes widened—part awe, part nerves.
He settled between her thighs—kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"Ready?"
She nodded, wrapping legs around his waist.
He entered slowly—inch by inch, watching her face. Tight. So tight. Virgin heat gripping him.
She whimpered—pain and pleasure mixed.
He paused—kissing her tears away, whispering, "Breathe. I've got you."
Then deeper—until fully seated.
*Perfect fit. Made for me.*
He moved—slow thrusts at first, building rhythm. Dominant but careful—hands pinning wrists again, body caging hers.
Her moans grew louder—legs tightening, nails digging into his back.
Faster now—bed creaking, skin slapping skin.
"Going to fill you," he growled against her ear. "Breed you. Make you mine completely."
She cried out—climax crashing again at the words, body clenching around him.
He followed—thrusting deep, release pulsing hot inside her. Breeding kink fulfilled in the moment—claiming.
But not done.
He flipped her gently—onto stomach, pulling hips up. Entered from behind—deeper angle.
She moaned into the pillow—ass round and perfect in his hands.
Second round—harder, faster. Spanking lightly—watching her skin pink, hearing her gasps turn to pleas.
*She takes it so well. Submits perfectly.*
Third—face to face again, slow and deep. Eye contact. Whispers of forever.
After—multi-rounds leaving them sweat-slick and spent—he held her close. Spooned behind, hand cupping one full breast possessively.
Aftercare gentle—kissing her neck, whispering praise.
"You were perfect."
She nestled back, sated and glowing.
Nova watched from the corner—holographic, violet eyes dark with desire and possession.
*My turn soon,* she thought. *But this… this is good. He's building it.*
Outside, the compound slept.
Inside, the first bond was sealed.
And Elias Kane—Phantom, killer, guardian—finally tasted the life he fought for.