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“Gonna—gonna come again—don’t stop?—”
I don’t.
She shatters around me, her cry sharp and helpless. Her pussy clamps on my cock, milking it, and I lose control. My hips stutter. My claws dig into her thighs as I roar into her body, cock pulsing, come spilling deep.
We collapse together onto the rain-cooled floor, tangled, still connected. Her head rests on my chest, cheek slick with sweat.
“I missed this,” she whispers, almost too soft to hear. “Missedyou.”
“You never left me,” I murmur, stroking her back. “Not really.”
She breathes out, content. “We’re going to win, you know.”
I kiss her temple. “With you? I never had a doubt.”
Outside, the rainforest breathes and the storm moves on.
Inside, the world is quiet. Just her heartbeat and mine, tangled in rhythm.
And for the first time in lifetimes, I believe in tomorrow.
Morning light filtersthrough hangar slats, illuminating steel and sweat, dreams and destiny. I sit at my locker and slide the new Hellfighter armor over my shoulders. Each panel snaps into place like a vow. The exoskeleton hums with promise and duty. I run a hand over the insignia etched on my chest—Hellfighter Corps, symbol of a chosen few. My armor feels alive, buzzing beneath the plating, armored for war but also for love.
Josie stands next to me, hand already pressed to my gauntleted hand. That warmth pulses through the metal—the promise of what we’ve built together. I feel steady, anchored. The gauntlet’s thermo-grip presses back like she’s in my hand.
We turn toward the cargo bay aperture, the rainforest beyond and the distant glint of Alliance shuttles. The world opens up—galaxy wide, cruel but hopeful. I see children rebuilding schools, colonists forging fences, the echo of our revolution painted on rebuilt walls. I smell wet earth, ozone, and distant starships. The thunder of new beginnings rolls overhead.
Josie steps closer, voice low. “Ready?”
I breathe deep. “More than ever.”
She links her fingers through mine—me through the gauntlet, her strengths meeting mine. I feel her pulse; she feels mine. Two hearts in sync.
She lifts her chin. “Let’s go.”
I nod and step forward. Together.
Outside, the galaxy waits—chaos, hope, conflict, redemption. But now, we walk into it side by side. The world might break, but so will we—because our armor isn't just forged steel. It’s built of love, grit, and rebellion that refuses to be hushed.
As the shuttle’s ramp lowers, I carry her hand with me. And through the hum of star engines, I know: we stand ready. For war. For peace.
For everything in between.
CHAPTER 20
JOSIE
Istep off the transport ramp into the Hellfighter base and immediately feel the shift—a quake of energy underfoot. The central hangar pulses with activity: black-clad soldiers and aliens from a dozen systems moving in choreographed frenzy, tools clashing, armor plating rattling, engines humming. It's military precision tangled with controlled chaos—like a wolf pack running a factory.
Dayn’s at my side, clean-shaven and still in full gear, his eyes scanning the scene. He nods. “Welcome to your new morning.” His low voice is the only calm in this storm.
I inhale the scent of hot metal, burnt circuitry, and layered sweat—sharp and electric. It smells like potential. I grin, roll up my sleeves, and push forward. Gear racks line the walls—their contents strewn about, mismatched and waiting for a miracle.
“Mind if I help?” I call over my shoulder, already kneeling beside a fallen drone rack.
Without waiting for an answer, I jump in. Sparks flare, cables twist, and before breakfast I've reconnected power lines, reprogrammed the AI calibration, and rewrote the inefficient diagnostic loop that’s been clogging their systems. The drone whirs back to life, motors singing.
I stand up, hair mussed and cheeks flushed with satisfaction, and catch Dayn watching me. His jaw is slack, a mix of disbelief and apprehension.
