Chapter 166: My Pet
Kalon turned the shower cooler and helped Josinia to her feet.
Her legs were still unsteady. He kept an arm around her waist while the water rinsed the last of the sweat and fluids from their bodies.
Josinia leaned into him without speaking at first, cheek against his chest, white hair plastered dark to her purple skin. When the water finally ran clear, he shut it off, grabbed a towel from the side rack, and dried her carefully from the shoulders down.
She let him.
They moved to the low bed in the next room. Josinia lay on her side facing him while Kalon sat against the headboard.
For a while the only sound was their breathing evening out. He brushed a thumb along the line of her hip where the skin was still sensitive. She shivered once, then caught his hand and held it there.
"I liked the finger," she said eventually. Her voice was quiet and shy. "In my... you know... It felt strange at first, then it made everything else even better."
Kalon looked at her with a cheeky smirk on his face.
"Oh yeah?"
Josinia nodded against the pillow before continuing.
"I want to try more than a finger next time. Properly. I keep thinking about how full it felt when you were already inside me. I want to know what the real thing is like."
Such lewd words made Kalon’s cock stiffen again, but he calmed himself down. Josinia’s body wasn’t ready to go again so soon.
"We’ll go slow when we do," he said. "I’ve never tried it before, but I think we will both love it."
"I know we will." She smiled a little. "Our bodies go so well together."
Kalon couldn’t help but agree with her.
They shared a knowing glance with each other for a few moments, before eventually the conversation naturally drifted on to a new topic.
"The tournament’s almost over," he said. "Semi-finals are done. I used ice in the last match. Publicly. People already lost their minds over light and dark. Ice on top of that made it even crazier... god, my life is going to be hectic."
Josinia’s eyes widened a fraction.
"So you’re in the final?"
"Yeah. Next match is the final. Thea and me against Atlas’s kids. Sun and Moon."
He gave her the short version of the rundown, explaining the bracket, the way the arena had reacted, Atlas showing up in person with the offer about joining his corporation if Kalon beat his children.
Josinia listened without interrupting, fingers idly tracing the edge of his wrist.
When he finished, she was quiet for a few seconds.
"I want to watch the final," she said with clarity. "I don’t want to just hear about it after. I want to watch it. Is there a way?"
Kalon thought about the system limits, the stadium security, and the problem of a purple-skinned Vendurion woman appearing in the middle of a British combat arena packed with cameras.
"I’ll try to figure something out," he said. "Maybe a sealed viewpoint, or a delayed feed through the system if it allows it. I can’t just walk you through the front gates. Not yet."
"But you’ll try to figure something out?"
"I’ll try."
That was enough for her. Josinia leaned in and kissed him once, softer than the earlier desperation, then settled against his shoulder.
They stayed like that until the residual weakness in her legs faded enough for her to sit up properly and reach for clean clothes.
Kalon dressed as well. The daily allowance still had room, and there was unfinished business on Cupid that sitting around would not resolve.
He wanted to go and visit Sifa, and also Nyphara, but he knew that he had to focus on his immediate priorities at the moment.
Besides, he had already dealt with the most glaring problems on Cryos, and if he handled Cupid, the problems on Veylora would be solved too.
"I’m going to Cupid," he said. "I need to talk to Daisy before the invasion timeline gets any shorter."
Josinia’s expression tightened, but she nodded.
"Be careful. She’s still a War Commander."
"I know."
He took her hand long enough to squeeze it, then focused on the system and selected the travel.
Josinia’s room faded away.
[Initiating Travel Sequence...]
[Adapting body to suit conditions...]
[...]
[You have arrived!]
[Welcome to Cupid!]
Kalon appeared inside Daisy’s private quarters.
The layout was the same as it has been before. Wide bed, armour stands, sealed window panels, the low table where the alcoholic bottle had sat on a previous visit.
Daisy was there, and she was not half-dressed or caught off guard in sheets this time.
She stood near the centre of the room in full war armour.
The black plating hugged her athletic upper body and flared over the heavy curve of her hips and thighs. Pink gems across her bald scalp burned at a steady combat glow.
Her pure black eyes locked onto him the instant he arrived.
The pressure that rolled off her was completely different from the last time he had pinned her to the bed. This was her public self: War Commander Daisy at ready strength, low-platinum presence filling the room.
For a fraction of a second she moved to attack.
Her hand cut toward the sword sheathed at her thigh. Lightning-fast footwork closed the first half-step between them. The killing intent was clean and professional.
Then she stopped.
The memory of the full nelson bondage, the cords, the way she had come apart under him while her army trained outside the tent wall, appeared in her mind once she saw his face properly.
The pink gems flickered. Her jaw tightened. The sword stayed in its sheath. She did not call out to the guards beyond the door.
Kalon kept his hands visible and his stance open.
"I’m not sure what stupid idea has popped into your mind, but it seems you’ve reminded yourself of your rightful place."
Kalon’s words were harsh.
He began walking towards Daisy, who couldn’t hide her blush.
She still tried to look strong.
"My rightful place?" She repeated with a slight quiver in her voice.
Kalon was standing face to face with her now. A smile was spread across his face.
He spoke to her harshly again.
"Yeah, your place as my pet."