At Ian's home, the soft light from the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting long golden lines across the floor. Myrra stood by the side table, quietly helping Ian organize the last of his things.
He stepped in behind her, arms sliding around her waist, hands resting just above her hips. She leaned back into him without a word, her body warm against his, her scent familiar.
"Almost done," she murmured, but her tone was slow, distracted. Her fingers stilled.
Ian pressed a kiss against the side of her neck, then another along her jaw. When she turned to face him, their mouths met without hesitation. Soft at first, then deeper, a lingering pull that blurred the moment. Her hands curled around the front of his shirt. His fingers wandered, drawn to the curve of her hip, the faint pulse beneath her skin.
She pulled back just a little, breath catching. "It's already time," she whispered, brushing her forehead against his. "You'll be late…"
He didn't respond, only looked at her, a soft sulk on his face, like a boy refusing to let go.
Myrra smiled and nudged his nose with hers. "I will see you soon at the Academy."
He kissed her one last time and stepped away reluctantly, letting the moment stretch a few seconds longer before finally turning toward the door.
Back in Ial Themar, evening had set in by the time Ian returned to his facility.
He set down his stuff was halfway through sorting his notes when Enira walked in. She wore a simple dress, loose at the sides, brushing just above her knees. Her hair was tied back, though a few strands had come loose. She didn't say anything at first, just helped him without being asked.
"You're leaving tomorrow," she said eventually.
He nodded. "After I meet with Master Malon. There's something I need to confirm."
She gave a soft hum.
Once things were mostly packed, they both sat near the window where the distant city lights flickered dimly through the glass. Enira prepared drinks quietly, her hands trembling just a little as she handed Ian his cup, but she didn't say a word. She sat with her legs tucked to the side next to him.
It didn't take long for her to grow talkative. Not loud, just unguarded. Her voice lost the stiffness it usually carried.
Ian leaned back, sipping slowly. "You've seemed… off lately. Is something going on?"
Her eyes darted toward him, then away. "It's nothing."
"Is it?"
She didn't answer. The silence stretched, and eventually she took another sip, longer this time. The faint flush on her cheeks wasn't only from the drink now as she remembered the scene.
Her dress shifted slightly as she turned, revealing the soft shape of her shoulder. The glow from the table lamp etched warm lines down her collarbone.
She looked at him.
Then, slowly, Enira leaned forward, just a little. Her eyes searched his, unsure but not retreating. Her lips brushed his in a light, hesitant kiss.
Ian drew back, startled.
But she reached for him, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt, holding him there. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Please…"
Her eyes were glassy, on the edge of tears. Not from sadness, from something else. Vulnerability. Frustration. Longing. A silent fear of being pushed away again.
Ian didn't say anything.
The sound of her desperation stirred something in Ian, and for some reason he felt a sudden, unexpected heat rising within him. He responded by kissing her back. Enira's trembling hands began to peel away Ian's clothing, revealing his athletic physique that she had only admired from afar until now.
Ian wanted to stop but there was something inside him, a burning sensation that he couldn't warp his mind around. His hand inadvertantly found its way to her ample breast, causing her to emit a muffled moan of pleasure.
Although Ian had seen her naked form before, feeling her soft flesh in his hand brought a new understanding of her allure. Enira's body reacted instinctively, her nipples tightening as Ian pressed her huge breast. She undid her dress and bra, exposing her upper body to him - magnificent breasts, like two soft, round mounds of heaven. Enira's body was a masterpiece, her skin as smooth as silk, her breasts as tempting as ripe fruit waiting to be tasted.
Ian didn't waste any time. He began to kiss his way down her neck, feeling the softness of her skin as he moved to her chest. Each kiss grew more urgent, and when he reached the peak of her breast, he took her cherry-like nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite. Enira almost lost it right then, the sensation sending a jolt straight to her core.
With a groan, Ian picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down, worshipping her nakedness with his eyes before showering her with kisses from her neck to her thighs. His hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Enira was putty in his arms, her breath coming in ragged pants.
He found her wetness, his fingers delving into her slick folds, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the air. Enira's hips bucked, her eyes squeezed shut as she whispered, "Inside..."
With eager determination, Ian aligned himself with her entrance, her wetness coating his erect length. He pushed in, her tightness gripping him firmly, and she gasped as he filled her completely. Enira's hips rolled up to meet his, urging him deeper, her legs wrapping around his waist, not allowing him to pull out.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples standing at attention, begging for his touch. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, causing her to moan. The scent of their passion filled the room as they continued their intimate rhythm, the friction building between them.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Ian's body tensed, and he released his hot seed inside her. Enira's own orgasm crashed over her, her inner muscles clenching around him, milking every drop.
They remained joined, panting and trembling, their bodies still caught in the throes of passion. Gradually, their movements slowed, and they lay there, Ian still inside her, both lost in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy.
Eventually, he rolled her onto her stomach, his hands exploring the smooth curves of her back. He kissed along her spine, feeling the goosebumps rise as he touched her sensitive skin.
Enira looked back at him with eyes filled with longing. Without a word, Ian repositioned himself, aligning with her once more. He pushed in gently, watching her face contort in pleasure as he reached deep, his length grazing her inner flower. The room echoed with her passionate cries and the slap of their bodies coming together.
The morning light crept in soft and golden through the filtered windowpanes.
Ian stirred.
For a moment, he wasn't sure what had happened, then he felt the warmth pressed against his side. Enira's bare skin, her body curled gently into his, one leg tangled with his own, her breath slow and even against his shoulder.
He blinked at the ceiling. Quiet. Still.
His arm had gone numb under the weight of her, but he didn't move. Just stared upward for a long few seconds, heart steady, thoughts not so much.
Gently, he shifted, moving her arm aside with as little noise as possible. She murmured something in her sleep, but didn't wake. He leaned down, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.
"Sleep," he murmured, voice barely audible. "I'll be back later."
He rose from the bed, stepping carefully over the scattered clothes on the floor. A pulse from his bracelet brought out a clean set of clothes.
As he dressed, he paused once, glancing back at the bed.
Enira lay there, the sheet drawn up just enough to cover her back, her hand resting near where he'd been.
Ian turned away. He is still not sure what happened and what to do next, but for for there were other things he had to do. Master Malon was expecting him.
The meeting was short and soon Ian was back.
When he returned, Enira was already up. She donned herself in a tight dress that clung to her body like a second skin, her breasts threatening to spill out of the neckline. There was no trace of underwear beneath the fabric, and the short length of the dress allowed her plump pink lower lips to peek out.
Her eyes lit up with relief when she saw him, and she stepped towards him.
"Ian..." she murmured as her semi-naked form clung to him.
Ian could feel the heat and softness of her body, he decided to not resist the temptation anymore. He took her in his arms and kissed deep, then picked her up and carried her back to the bed, the fabric of her dress riding up to expose her round, firm buttocks.
Their bodies collided again in a passionate dance. He could feel her wetness and heat as he pushed inside her, her walls clenching around him in a silent plea for more. He gave it to her, every thrust punctuated by her gasps and moans.
Finally, spent and satisfied, they lay together in a tangle of sheets, their hearts beating in unison. Ian held her close, his hand caressing the curve of her hip, feeling the stickiness of their mingled juices.
Ian turned slightly "Where'd you even get that dress?" he asked.
Enira's fingers curled into his chest. "Bought it a while ago… just in case," she murmured. "I don't know. Some part of me thought you might never come back."
She held him tighter, burying her face into his shoulder.
"I'm not trying to get between you and Myrra," she added quickly. "I don't expect anything. I just… want to be near you. I don't know what to do with how I feel. I just want to stay by your side. Even if it's like this."
Ian didn't respond right away. He just pulled her closer, kissed her forehead, and let her speak.
"I also..." Her voice dropped. "I put something in your drink last night."
Ian blinked, narrowing his eyes just a touch. "What?"
Enira's voice fell softer still. "Something to… soften things. Like a mild aphrodisiac." She hurried on, trying to shift the blame. "There was a voice in my head. It told me to do it."
Ian sat up more, concern knitting his brow. "A voice?"
"Yeah..." Enira's guilt was clear. "I shouldn't have…"
Ian shook his head. "It's fine. I'm more worried about the voice. Is it forcing you? Controlling you to do things?"
She smiled, faint but sweet. "No. It doesn't force me. It's like… someone else inside, but still me. It says things I'm too scared to say out loud. Last night, I was confused and embarrassed, and when it spoke, I listened. Plus, I still have your control mark inside me, so..."
Ian leaned in, brushing his forehead against hers. "Okay. We'll talk more about this voice when I get back."
Enira nodded, then began helping him get dressed, still wearing that half-draped, low-cut dress from the night before, her body brushing his with every move.
As she adjusted his collar, Ian gave her a sideways look. "Did your voice also tell you to do this?"
She gave a small smirk. "No. You're technically my owner, remember? It's my job to take care of you."
"I'll ask Flori to remove that."
Her fingers froze on his collar. "No. Don't." She looked up at him. "I don't want it gone. Not yet. I… don't want to lose this reason to stay close to you."
Ian exhaled, cupped her cheek, and kissed her, deeper, slower this time. His hand slid down her side, fingertips grazing the curve of her hip, trailing along warm skin.
When they pulled apart, a faint thread of saliva still hung between them.
Enira met his gaze. "If you want more… I won't stop you. I'll never say no to you."
Ian looked at her, conflicted but composed. "We'll talk later."
She smiled, biting her lip slightly. "I'll be waiting."
Then he stepped out, the door closing shut behind him as he made his way to the transport station.