Chapter 80: Hot & Slick
Third person’s POV
The voices stopped just outside the door.
Stefan’s body went still above Kara. For a single heartbeat neither of them moved. Then he shook his head once, sharp and decisive, the same instinct that had kept him alive through a hundred near-misses on Earth.
"No," he said under his breath, already shifting his weight off her. "Whatever that is, I’m not getting involved in it."
Kara’s eyes locked on his as she asked; "Did you hear them?"
He shook his head again. "Nothing clear."
"Good." she muttered then she moved fast, displaying the kind of strength that Stefan didn’t know that soft body could have. One hand shoved at his chest; the other closed around his wrist. She dragged him off the bed hard enough that his knees hit the furs before he found his feet.
Across the room she pulled him toward a tall, heavy enclosure built into the wall - dark wood, double doors polished smooth from years of use, the kind of wardrobe meant to hold an entire season of gowns. She yanked one door open. The scent of clean herbs and her skin spilled out among the hanging fabrics. She pushed him inside without ceremony, the soft weight of dresses and cloaks brushing his bare shoulders, and shut the door firmly in his face.
"Stay," she ordered in a low but very blunt voice. "Give me a few heartbeats."
"Here we go again!" Stefan exhaled a dry, almost silent chuckle in the dark. The situation was ridiculous, and yet it felt familiar - hiding in a woman’s private rooms while her people asked inconvenient questions had been half his career once.
So he settled among the soft press of fabric, making himself comfortable in waiting even though his heart was still kicking from the abrupt shift.
The outer door opened with a soft creak.
Three sets of footsteps entered the room. The air changed immediately - perfume, cool authority, the faint rustle of expensive cloth.
"Kara. Did you get it?" The first voice was controlled and low, used to being obeyed.
"We don’t have time for delays. The window is closing." a second woman added, her own voice coming sharper.
Kara’s answer came steady, but thinner than usual, as if she were holding something carefully in check. "I am not in the correct frame of mind to speak of it at this moment."
A brief, surprised silence settled over the room. The three women who had walked in looked at one another, disbelief written all over their bodies.
"What do you mean you’re not in the correct frame of mind?" the first woman asked, the temperature in her tone dropping. "You were sent for one purpose."
"I said I cannot discuss it now." Kara’s voice stayed flat, but there was an edge of urgency underneath that Stefan could hear even through the wood.
"This woman thinks she’s so smart." Stefan chuckled to himself at Kara’s behavior.
"Return to your homes. I will bring the feedback when I have settled myself." kara told the women firmly.
"Do you understand what is at stake?" the third woman demanded. Her footsteps moved closer to where Kara stood. "If you fail, we will take this to the Silent Matriarch herself. She will not be pleased that you wasted the opportunity."
"Silent Matriarch?" From the wardrobe where he was hiding, Stefan repeated the name as he wondered who that was.
"Leave," Kara repeated. The single word carried more force this time. "I will come to you when I am ready. Not before."
More silence. The air in the room felt tight even from inside the wardrobe. Fabric shifted. Someone exhaled sharply through the nose. Then, finally, the sound of retreating footsteps and the outer door closing with a decisive click.
Kara waited several long breaths. Stefan counted them in the dark—four, five, six - before he heard her cross the room. The wardrobe doors opened. Light spilled in. She stood in front of him, still completely naked, posture straight, expression sharper than it had been only minutes earlier. Composed. Almost hard. Not frightened. She was clearly trying to act as if nothing of importance had just happened.
"I am ready to continue the lesson," she said with a pleasant look. A look so pleasant that Stefan had to swallow back an amused chuckle.
"This woman is impressive." He thought to himself as he swallowed back the chuckle.
Then Stefan stepped out, brushing a fold of dark fabric from his shoulder. His mouth curved into a slow smirk. He knew exactly what she was doing. She didn’t want him asking questions about the three women or the Silent Matriarch or whatever information she had been sent to collect. She wanted the conversation buried under something more immediate.
He could work with that.
"Good that you’re ready. So am I." he said, his voice deliberately low, seducing.
Without any other word, he closed the small distance between them in two steps. One hand caught her waist; the other slid up her spine and into her hair. He turned her hard so her back met the wall with a soft thud. Her breath left her in a short rush.
He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand and kissed her -deep, claiming, the kind of kiss that left no room for argument. Kara made a small sound against his mouth, surprise mixed with something hungrier, and her body pressed closer almost on instinct.
His free hand dragged down her body, over the soft curve of her stomach, and cupped her still-slick cunt. Two fingers pushed inside without warning. She was wet from earlier, swollen, sensitive. Kara’s hips jerked. He worked her in steady strokes - curling, pressing, reminding her body who had just made her come apart earlier, while his mouth stayed on hers, swallowing every broken sound she tried to keep quiet.
When he finally broke the kiss she was already breathing harder, her lips parted, eyes darker than before. He drew his fingers out slowly, slick and shining, and looked at her.
"Turn around."
Kara hesitated only a fraction of a second before she obeyed. She turned, palms flattening against the wall, legs shifting apart.
Stefan stepped in behind her. One hand settled on the curve of her hip, steadying her. The other wrapped around his cock, already hard again, and guided the thick head to her entrance. He felt the unbroken resistance there - the soft, tight barrier that no one else on this planet had ever crossed - hot and slick against him.
He leaned in, chest against her back, lips close to the shell of her ear. His breath stirred the fine hairs at her temple as he muttered;
"Last chance to tell me to stop."
Kara’s fingers curled against the wall. Her voice came out low and rough, almost unsteady.
"Don’t stop."
Stefan pushed forward.
The head of his cock met the resistance and pressed harder. Kara’s body tensed under him. A sharp, involuntary sound escaped her throat half gasp, half something deeper.
Her inner walls fluttered around the intrusion as he slowly, relentlessly began to stretch her open for the first time.