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Caelus looked at his bed with widened eyes. What he was seeing made his body freeze, his jaw dropping, and his crotch, embarrassed as he was, hardened.
Kafka was there, laying on his bed. Her clothes we’re all but gone and was replaced by her birthday suit.
“Oh, if it isn’t my favorite person in the universe~” Kafka said in her usual seductive voice.
Caelus said nothing, as he was still processing what he was seeing.
“Like what you see, my dear?” Kafka sultry said as the distance between them closed as got closer.
Caelus took a step, much to Kafka’s disappointment. She frowned and crossed her arms, covering her ample breast.
“I took my time off just to see you Caelus, why are you being so difficult?” Kafka said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
“I don’t even know you,” Caelus said silently, but was still heard by the Stellaron Hunter.
Kafka tilted her head slightly, but then she smiled and moved herself to the Trailblazer.
The way she moved really captivated Caelus. She moved with grace and elegance, like a spider weaving her web to catch her prey, and unfortunately, he was that prey.
She went behind him, her face resting on top of his right shoulder.
“Don’t be like that. You and I go a long way back, you know? Traveling the universe, covering each other's back, and having sex together~,” Kafka seductively said, making Caelus stiff. “Oh, the nights we spent together were the most thrilling nights I ever experienced. You always made sure I was ok whenever you go too hard on me.”
Caelus didn’t say anything, as he was lost too much in his thought.
There it was again. His past with Kafka. In their past encounters, she had always been on his mind. Not a day goes by where his thoughts were on the Stellaron Hunter. With every encounter they had after joining the express, she speaks to him with familiarity. Like a long-lost lover had been found.
Caelus had his doubts about his relationship with Kafka, but this just confirms it. She and him must’ve been lovers in the past.
“What do you mean by that?” Caelus asks curiosity.
“Oops, I spoke too much~” Kafka said with feigning ignorance.
“Kafka. Please,” Caelus pleaded.
“Hmm, been a long time since you called my name,” Kafka whispered to his ear, his body shivering at the tone of her voice.
“As much as I love to continue our little get-together Caelus, I have to go,” Kafka said with a tone of disappointment.
Caelus grabbed her arm.
“Please don’t. I want to know more about you, about our past, what happened to us, and what caused us to be separated,” Caelus said, pleading at the Stellaron Hunter.
“I can’t reveal much. Revealing our past relationship to you was would put the script in jeopardy. So Listen , forget about my little slip up earlier, ok?” Kafka said, using her Spirit Whisper on Caelus.
The hypnotized Caelus could only nod at her command. She smiled and simply moved herself in front of him, and gave him a passionate kiss. Eventually, the Spirit Whisper ended and caught Caelus by surprised that Kafka was kissing him.
And yet, he didn’t push her away. Instead, he too was lost in passion, as the two made love. With Kafka removing Caelus’ clothes and the latter picking her up and placing her in his bed, never leaving the kiss that Kafka initiated.
“I miss you~” Kafka said, in between their kiss.
Caelus didn’t answer, though, as he looked at Kafka. Her eyes we’re really beautiful, even without her contacts.
“Are you just going to stare at me?” Kafka sultry said.
“Not a damn chance,” Caelus replied.
The two didn’t waste any more time as they continued to make love with each other. Forever cementing this in their mind as a night they’ll never forget.
“Sheesh, he really did a number on you. Are you sure you’re ok to be in this mission, Kafka?” Silver Wolf asks at the limping Stellaron Hunter.
“I’m fine Wolfy. I just have to be careful,” Kafka said in her usual tone.
“Whatever,” Silver Wolf shrugged. “Anyway, I’ve already sent the information into your phone, and our target will be coming soon. So we’ll just have to play the waiting game.”
Kafka hummed in agreement.
“By the way,” Silver Wolf began, grabbing Kafka’s attention. “How was he?”
“Didn’t think you’d miss him,” Kafka giggled. “He’s fine, though, the people on the Express is really starting to influence him.”
“Hmm, maybe I’ll visit him after this,” Silver Wold muttered.
“What was that?” Kafka asks, narrowing her eyes.
“Nothing,” Silver Wolf replied coolly.