The Space Empress He Craved

Chapter 128

POV: Lyra

With a glint in my eye, I placed one of his hands on my bare bottom and the other on my breast as I began slowly stroking his impressive length. His natural lubrication made for a good start, more appearing as he kneaded where I'd placed his hands.

He leaned in for a deep kiss, his body shuddering when my fingers traced his chest muscles, thumb teasing his nipples. Our lips only parted when I increased speed.

His vision blurred as he moaned. "Ohhh... Void. Lyra, don't stop. Ohh... Baby, don't stop." He was squeezing my breast now, fingers digging into my bottom, making me press closer as I moaned with him.

My hands didn't stop when our lips met again, making him squeeze almost mercilessly, which made me moan louder through our mouths. When we parted, he was reaching his peak. "Void. Oh, baby. Oh. Don't stop. Please. Mmm. Ah! Baby. Oh, yes. Lyra. Ah! Oh, void."

My turn to smirk. I slowed down just before his climax. His dismayed eyes pleaded with me. I kissed his cheek before speeding up again, whispering, "Let them hear you scream, my love."

A few more strokes and the Emperor screamed his release. Louder than all my sounds combined. I guided him to empty onto my abdomen. He sighed in relief, giving me a satisfied smile.

He kissed me twice before muttering, "Thank you, baby."

Lying on his side, his mind replayed what just happened. His eyes sparked with joy as he admired my naked body. His hands traced from breast to bottom as he lay in pure happiness. His Lyrokan consciousness finally settled in contentment after that release and the sight before them.

My body curved perfectly. My breasts fit in his large hands like they belonged there. But his favorite was my bottom—firm and round. He couldn't help squeezing gently as he gazed into my eyes, eliciting soft moans as my hand traced his chest.

Seeing his release on my abdomen, he kissed me sweetly. "You need another cleansing, my love."

"Whose fault is that, my indecent Emperor?" I smirked.

He turned me onto my back, positioning himself over me. "Mine." A kiss on my nose. "My Lyrokan's." Another on my forehead. "And yours."

When I blushed sufficiently, he carried me to the cleansing chamber. I tried standing alone—thank the cosmos for Kaelari rapid healing, otherwise I'd need support.

He wouldn't let go until certain I was stable, torn between guilt and elation that I was sore from him spreading my legs. In the sonic cleanser, he gently cleaned his release from my abdomen before reaching for the bio-cleanser gel.

He placed it on the highest shelf so I couldn't reach it myself. His hands moved from shoulders to breasts, abdomen, and bottom as he cleaned me.

As he rubbed my bottom in slow circles, I moaned softly. "For someone who's never been intimate, you certainly knew what you were doing, dearest."

He scoffed. "Baby, just because I'm inexperienced doesn't mean I'm ignorant. I'm familiar with holo-vids and self-pleasure."

"Can't say I'm surprised. You're the indecent one."

Something switched in him. His eyes bore into mine. "I'm indecent? I wasn't the one who stopped when my match was close."

I rolled my eyes. "Only for a second."

"Four seconds. Torture. Imagine if I did that to you."

I shrugged. "I'd probably finish myself."

His Lyrokan consciousness slammed against his mental walls as he growled, "Don't you dare, Lyra. I'm your match. Only I can make you climax, make you scream."

I studied his black eyes, shaking my head with a smile. "Indecent Emperor."

Without warning, his fingers plunged inside me again. I gasped in shock, soon replaced by pleasure-pain as he worked me. He kneaded my breasts, focusing on my swollen nipples. Bending to lick one, his hand gained speed below.

His thumb massaged my sensitive spot, and I was whimpering, moaning, relying on him and the wall for support. "Mm... Oh! Orion... oh... mmm..."

When I stiffened, his raspy voice commanded, "Relax and moan, my flower."

I obeyed. Just as I peaked, he slowed. Meeting his taunting smirk, I realized this was revenge.

Before I could touch myself, he pinned my hands above my head. "I told you, my arousing flower. I'm your match. Only I make you climax, only I make you scream."

His fingers moved faster than before and I screamed my release. He licked some before the cleanser rinsed the rest. His hands trapped my head against the wall before he kissed me deeply.

"That's how it felt. But yours was worse."

I furrowed my brows. "No it wasn't! Yours was worse. You pinned my hands!"

Despite my annoyance, he found me adorable. Kissing my forehead, he explained, "Expecting me to finish alone after you've gotten me high is like expecting me to stay away after falling in love with you. Torture."

He traced my swollen lip. "You're my match, Lyra. Only you have the power over me. Only you make me scream. There'll only ever be you, my little Commander."

My face softened at his vulnerability. I kissed him. "Thank you, my love."

He purred in bliss. "No, Lyra. Thank you for letting me love you. For giving me a chance despite everything." Another kiss. "I love you."

With glistening eyes, I chuckled. "I know. I love you too."

When we finally exited, Orion helped me into a knee-length violet dress before dressing himself. I insisted I could manage alone, but he wanted excuses to feel my curves and kiss my skin.

After I buttoned his black formal suit and turned away, his hands held my waist, pressing me against him. His hands moved to my bottom, squeezing gently as he kissed my forehead. "Thank you, baby."

My hands on his chest, I resisted further touching. "Darling, talking like that won't work again. We're already late. If anyone asks and I start blushing, you're taking blame."

"Mm." He smirked. "As long as there's suitable punishment, I'll take it all."

"Suitable?"

"Suitable." He kissed my cheek, whispering, "Like where you take control of this Emperor."

I smirked despite my warm cheeks. "Enough innuendos, my Emperor. Time to go."

He groaned. "Over-responsible Commander."

I checked my appearance once more before he kissed my hair, whispering 'perfect.' I blushed with a shy smile and we left.

In the lift, we checked our communicators. Messages flooded in from the past hour—all forwarded news about Sasha's incident, with plenty of holo-captures from the training ground.