First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

Xavier woke up with the kind of dull ache in his hips that only comes from spending a whole night trying to break a bed frame. The room was a disaster—sheets kicked to the floor, pillows scattered, and the smell of sex hanging in the room.

Arlen was sprawled out half on top of him, her skin warm and marked with red handprints where he’d gripped her too hard in the dark.

He didn’t move, just watched the way her breath hitched as she started to stir. When she finally opened her eyes, she didn’t look embarrassed; she just looked wrecked and satisfied, her gaze landing on his damaged face with a sleepy, lopsided smirk.

”You’re still here,” she rasped, her voice sounding like it had been shredded by a night of moaning.

”Didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?” Xavier grunted, his hand sliding down to her hip to pull her closer. ”Also, this is my room.”

Arlen pushed herself up, her hair a tangled mess as she straddled him, sitting back on her heels over his lap. She reached down, her fingers cold against his skin as she guided him to the opening of her pussy, which was still swollen and sensitive from the hours they’d put in.

She lowered herself down, a satisfied, familiar stretch that had her biting her lip to keep from shouting. He didn’t rush her, just watched her breasts bounce slightly as she settled onto him, her pussy walls clamping down on him with a tight, familiar grip.

Fuck, Xavier... you’re already ready again,” she hissed, her hands landing on his chest for balance.

”Earn that compliment you wanted,” he reminded her with a grin on his face.

Arlen started to move, her hips rolling in a slow, grinding circle that caught the friction just right. She picked up the pace, her body bouncing on him with a wet impact that made the mattress groan under them.

Xavier gripped her waist, his thumbs digging into her skin to help her drive down harder, his eyes locked on her face as she lost herself in the sensation.

She threw her head back, her back arching as she hammered into him. When she finally buckled, her body shaking as she hit the edge, Xavier drove his hips up one last time and finished deep inside her as he held her against him while the world stopped spinning.

Xavier eventually pushed himself up from the mattress, his body feeling like he’d been in a street fight. He looked at Arlen, whose skin was still flushed, and gestured toward the door in the corner of the small room.

”Come on,” he grunted. ”We need to get the grit off before we head out.”

They made it into the bathroom, a cramped space that barely had enough room for the both of them. He turned the handle, and the pipes groaned before a stream of hot water hit the floor, filling the small stall with steam. Xavier stepped in first, and Arlen followed, her hand landing on his shoulder for balance as the water ran over her back.

He didn’t make her wait. He turned her around and pressed her back against the wet tiles, his hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. He lined himself up and pushed into her again, his dick sliding home with a wet sound that got lost under the spray.

Arlen let out a breathy moan against the side of his neck, her legs going weak as he started to move. He fucked her right there under the showerhead, his movements lacking any kind of polite restraint as he fucked her against the wall.

The water washed over them, but it didn’t do much to cool the heat coming off their skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her chest bumping against his with every hit, her heels digging into the back of his calves to pull him deeper.

He didn’t slow down until she was shaking against the tiles, her pussy clamping down on him in those tight, wet waves. Xavier drove into her one last time as he finished inside her, the water rinsing the evidence away as soon as he pulled back.

They stayed there for a bit, letting the hot water run over them until the adrenaline finally died down.

”We should get moving,” he said, wiping the water from his face—the side that still needed the bio-surgeons’ work. ”Helior Prime isn’t getting any closer.”

By the time Arlen dressed, she looked more like herself again—controlled, composed, already slipping back into the role she knew best.

She didn’t linger.

The shower shut off, and the room went quiet except for the whirring of the motel’s ancient plumbing. Xavier stayed under the water longer than he should have, standing there with his head tilted back just enough to keep the spray off his face. He washed the rest of himself slowly, methodically, like routine still mattered. When the water splashed too high and crept near the damaged side, he flinched without meaning to, jaw tightening as raw nerves complained.

He leaned one hand against the wall and stared at the stained tiles while the water ran. It still felt wrong, the shape of his face, the way air moved across it, the way touch didn’t line up with memory anymore. But the longer he stood there, the more it stopped feeling temporary. Not healed, not fixed, just... present. Like this was his face now, at least for a while, and fighting that fact only made it worse.

”Great,” he muttered to no one. ”New face.”

He opened the dimensional store and checked for something that could fix his face. Maybe a healing potion, perhaps a suspicious elixir, or preferably an item that could fix things.

Although he found some listings, he didn’t want to waste the precious justice point into buying something he wasn’t sure would work on him and fix him up.

He shut the water off, dried carefully, dressed, and avoided the mirror on purpose.