First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

Xavier didn’t stop. Not when Angel’s voice gave out. Not when her body went limp beneath him. Not when her nails stopped digging into his skin and her fingers just twitched against the sheets. He fucked her until she was nothing but a trembling, overstimulated mess—until her whimpers turned to silence, until her body could only take, not resist.

Only then did he finally pull out, his own breath ragged, his skin slick with sweat. Angel lay sprawled on the bed, her limbs heavy, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. She didn’t move. She couldn’t.

Xavier stood, his muscles loose with exhaustion, and grabbed a long wool robe from the pile of spare clothes in the room. He pulled it on, the fabric thick and warm against his skin. The room was a wreck—sheets tangled, furniture knocked askew, and the room filled with the scent of sex.

He picked up the room’s console and tapped in an order. Food. Water. Something sweet for the crash. And a few other things such as warm towels, soothing balm, Angel’s favorite incense, and the kind of comforts Angel would need after hours of being pounded.

The door chimed a few minutes later. Xavier opened it just enough to take the tray from the service bot, then kicked the door shut with his foot. He set the tray down on the table and turned back to the bed.

Angel hadn’t moved.

Xavier crouched beside her, his fingers brushing over her hip. She flinched, not from pain, but from oversensitivity. He could see the marks he’d left on her—fingerprints on her thighs, bite marks on her shoulders, the red imprint of his hand on her ass.

He reached for the warm towel first, pressing it gently between her legs. Angel made a small, broken sound, but she didn’t pull away. He cleaned her slowly, carefully, like she was something fragile. Then he rubbed the soothing balm into her skin, his touch light, almost apologetic. And lit the incense.

She finally stirred, her lashes fluttering open. Her gaze was hazy, her lips swollen. ”Xavier...?”

He didn’t say anything. He just pressed a glass of water into her hand and guided it to her lips. She drank, some of it spilling down her chin. He wiped it away with his thumb.

The food was simple—soft bread, honey, fruit. Things that wouldn’t make her stomach turn. He fed her a piece of bread dipped in honey, watching as she chewed slowly, her eyes half-lidded.

She swallowed, then licked her lips. ”What’s... going on? You are acting strange.”

Xavier’s smirk was tired, but it was there. ”Uhh... I don’t know. Maybe call it chivalry or something.”

Angel let out a weak, breathless laugh. Then she winced as she shifted, her body reminding her of everything he’d done to it.

Xavier didn’t apologize. He just pulled her against him, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. The robe was soft beneath her cheek. The food was warm in her stomach. The balm soothed the ache between her legs.

She should’ve been exhausted. She was exhausted.

But when Xavier’s hand slid up her thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin, she didn’t pull away.

And when his lips pressed against the back of her neck, she tilted her head to give him better access.

Some habits... or rather, fetishes, it seemed, died hard.

Xavier waited until Angel’s breathing evened out, until the tension in her muscles melted away. Only then did he start again—slow this time, his hands tracing every curve of her body like he was memorizing her. His lips followed, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone, the sensitive spot behind her ear that made her shiver. His cock, already hard and throbbing, nudged insistently between her legs, finding her wet entrance. He pressed in slowly, stretching her, eliciting a soft gasp as the tip of his cock breached her entrance. With a smooth, deliberate thrust, he slid fully inside her, filling her completely, a perfect, warm fit that made her hips instinctively arch up to meet him.

Angel let out a soft, sleepy moan, her body still sore but responding instantly. Xavier moved with long, deep strokes, his pace unhurried, his touch gentle but firm. He took his time, savoring the way her body clenched around him, the way her breath hitched when he hit just the right spot. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her moans quiet but desperate.

When she came, it was different from before—softer, deeper, her body trembling beneath him as pleasure washed over her in slow waves. Xavier followed soon after, his release quiet but intense, his body pressing against hers as he filled his load inside her.

After, they collapsed together, limbs tangled, breath mingling. Sleep came easily as their bodies were finally spent.

Xavier woke first. It was early morning but the sun hadn’t risen yet. He slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Angel. The shower called to him—his muscles ached, his skin still sticky with sweat and other things.

He turned on the water, letting it run hot before stepping under the spray. The steam filled the bathroom, the heat soothing his tired body. He lathered up, washing away the remnants of last night, his hands lingering on the scratches Angel had left on his back.

Suddenly, the shower door slid open.

Angel stepped in, her hair damp from the humidity, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She pressed against him under the spray, her hands sliding up his chest.

”You’re awake,” Xavier murmured, his arms wrapping around her.

Angel tilted her head back, letting the water cascade over her face. ”The noise woke me up,” she said, her voice raspy. Then she smirked. ”Though I guess that wasn’t the only reason.”

Xavier chuckled, his hands sliding down to her ass, pulling her flush against him. ”Complaining already?”

Angel rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance in it. ”I’m not complaining,” she said, though her tone was teasing. ”Just pointing out that you somewhat raped me last night.”

Xavier’s smirk turned wicked. ”Somewhat?”

She swatted his chest, but there was no force behind it. ”You know what I mean. You didn’t exactly ask for permission.”

”Didn’t hear you saying no,” Xavier shot back, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. ”And you should be thanking me for fulfilling your rape fantasy.”

Angel’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. ”That’s because you didn’t let me say no.”

Xavier leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. ”And you loved it.”

Angel shivered, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she turned her head and captured his lips in a slow, deep kiss. The water cascaded over them, the steam surrounding them like a cocoon.

When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire. ”You were amazing.”

Xavier’s grin was all teeth. ”And so were you. And your moans.”

Angel didn’t argue. She just kissed him again, her hands sliding down to wrap around his cock, already hardening under her touch.

Xavier groaned, his hands gripping her hips. ”You’re gonna kill me.”

Angel smirked against his lips. ”Maybe. But what a way to go.”

And with that, she dropped to her knees.