Disclaimer: This chapter contains smut. Note that all parties involved are of legal and consensual despite the dark themes explored.
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For Kate, this was a day she could never have imagined. She didn't truly know who Jack Kadere was, or what his place in the strange and dangerous world around her might be. She didn't know what the future would hold. But she did know that her fate had already shifted forever.
And she understood one thing with absolute clarity—this man before her was now her master, and pleasing him might be the only way to secure a place in the uncertain days ahead.
Jack reclined on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, watching Kate with curious detachment as she began to undress for him. She moved tentatively at first, her hands shaking slightly as she peeled off each layer of clothing, revealing her pale skin and unblemished body.
As she lay down beside him, Jack remained still, allowing her to initiate their intimacy. Kate leaned in, pressing a soft, hesitant kiss to his lips. Jack responded minimally, his curiosity piqued by her eager yet clumsy attempts to please him.
Kate's hands began to explore his body, her touch light and uncertain. Jack watched her intently, noting the way her brows furrowed in concentration, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips nervously. He remained passive, allowing her to set the pace, wanting to see how far she would go on her own.
As Kate grew more confident, her kisses became more passionate, her touches more bold. She slipped her hand underneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his hardening length. Jack's breath hitched, but he made no move to guide her, instead letting her find her own rhythm.
Kate looked up at him, her eyes filled with a heady mix of fear and excitement. "Jack... I want to please you. Tell me what to do."
Jack smirked, his voice laced with dominant undertones. "You want to please me, Kate? Very well. Show me what you can do first."
Kate's eyes widened, but she eagerly nodded, her body moving instinctively as she began to stroke him, her movements growing more confident with each passing second. Jack watched her closely, his desire building with every touch, every kiss.
As Kate continued to pleasure him, Jack's curiosity turned into a burning need to assert his dominance. He reached down, grabbing her wrist and stopping her mid-stroke.
"Enough," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "It's my turn now."
Kate gasped, her body tensing as Jack flipped them over, pinning her beneath him. He undid his boxers, freeing his hardened length, and positioned himself at her entrance.
"Are you ready for me, Kate?" he asked, his voice laced with dominance.
Kate nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Y-yes, Master Jack."
Jack smirked, his hips surging forward, filling her completely in one swift thrust. Kate cried out, her body arching as she adjusted to his size.
"Jack... it's too much... I can't... I can't take it..." Kate panted, her body tensing as she struggled to accommodate him.
Jack leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You can take it, Kate. You can take everything I give you. Now, be a good girl and hold still."
With that, Jack began to move, setting a punishing pace that had Kate crying out with each thrust. He dominated her, his body moving with precision and control, leaving no room for her to do anything but surrender to his will.
Kate's body convulsed as her orgasm hit her, completely unexpected and overwhelming. Jack continued to move, driving them both closer and closer to the edge, his own release building rapidly within him.
As Kate's orgasm subsided, Jack flipped them over again, positioning her on top of him. He grabbed her hips, guiding her movements as he slammed into her from below, his thrusts growing harder, faster.
"Come for me again, Kate," he growled, his voice laced with dominance. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
With a final, strangled cry, Kate came undone, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. Jack followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing inside her as he came undone, filling her with his hot cum.
As they lay there, panting and sweat-soaked, Jack pulled Kate close, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You did well, Kate. You pleased your master."
....
It was like watching a flower just beginning to bloom, its petals opening to reveal something deeper. Jack studied her movements, intrigued at the way she seemed to sense his reactions without being told.
Kate wasn't just guessing—she was observing. She tested what made him respond, adjusted when something didn't, and leaned into the moments that made him draw closer. It was part instinct, part intelligence, and perhaps the kind of subtle skill only a woman could possess without formal training.
Her focus and precision eventually drew Jack out of the role of a passive observer. He became an active participant, matching her in both pace and intensity.
Every encounter was unique, every moment its own wave—rising, crashing, and breaking with its own rhythm. And Jack… took it seriously.
When at last the intensity gave way to stillness, Jack drew Kate into his arms, a faint smile touching his lips.
"From now on," he said lazily, "how about you go by the name Ocean?"
"Ocean?" Kate tilted her head, her green eyes curious. "Why?"
"Because," Jack smirked, "the ocean… is all water."
She flushed, lightly swatting his chest in mock embarrassment before steering the conversation away. "What about Diana? Is she also… someone you keep this close?"
"If she were," Jack replied, "by the time I got around to you, you'd be a hardened veteran and the only thing left for me would be technique."
Kate rolled her eyes, but didn't press the subject. Jack shifted into a more comfortable position, still holding her, and before long they both drifted into sleep.
The night passed quietly.
By morning, Jack and Kate stepped out of the cabin. Diana was already awake—or more accurately, she hadn't slept at all. She sat stiffly in a chair, her posture as unyielding as her expression.
The moment she saw Jack, she stood and crossed the room in purposeful strides. "I need to talk to you," she said.
"About what?" Jack asked, his voice casual.
"Last night… I heard something."
Kate's cheeks turned pink almost instantly. "I—uh—I'll go see if there's anything for breakfast." She hurried away, leaving Jack and Diana alone.
"That's all?" Jack asked with a faint smirk. "You're just here to complain about the Disciple's bad soundproofing?"
"No." Diana's frown deepened. "It wasn't you I heard. It was Athena."
Jack blinked. "Athena? As in… the goddess of wisdom?"
"Yes," Diana said firmly. "She spoke to me. She said a catastrophe has been born—one that could destroy the gods themselves. She told me to find Ares."
"You didn't hear anything?" she asked, knowing he also possessed divine power.
Jack considered it for a moment, then shook his head. "Maybe the connection was bad."
Diana gave him a sharp look but pressed on. "I believe Athena's warning was about Ares. I have to find him before it's too late."
Jack smirked. "Alright. Once I figure out how to travel through time in this thing, I'll take you to him."
It didn't really matter to him where they ended up—if there was danger, mystery, or the promise of something interesting, Jack was in. Sliding into the Disciple's pilot seat, he began testing controls one by one.
After several minutes of poking through menus and switches, his eyes lit up. "Well, what do you know… Found it."
His grin widened. "Alright, 1917. Disciple—jump!"
Before Diana or Kate could say anything, the time-drive engaged.
A bright surge of light swallowed the interior, and with a rushing whoosh, the Disciple vanished from its present moment.
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1917.
The Great War was nearing its bloody end. The powers on both sides were already moving toward an armistice. In a quiet non-combat zone under a bleak gray sky, a sudden flash lit the clouds as the Disciple descended onto a barren stretch of land.
Once grounded, Jack engaged stealth mode. The sleek craft shimmered, blending into the landscape.
"We're here." Jack turned from the controls, noting Diana's steady but tense posture against the wall. Kate, however, was sprawled on the floor, groaning.
"I can't see…!" she cried, panic in her voice.
"It's a side effect of time travel," Jack said lightly. "You'll adjust after a few trips."
"Time… travel?" Kate repeated, stunned.
"Where is Ares?" Diana asked immediately.
Jack chuckled. "We'll get to him. First, let's stretch our legs."
.....
Two hours later, Kate's vision had returned, and the trio walked into a nearby city. It was alive with the bustle of carts, early automobiles, and soldiers on leave.
For Diana, this was her first time truly moving through the mortal world outside Themyscira's myths and her brief stay in Redemption. Kate was equally disoriented—she'd been in 1871 only days ago, and now forty-six years had passed.
The three of them drew more than a few curious stares as they moved through the streets. Then, without warning, Diana stopped, pressing her temple with a pained grunt.
"Your time-travel side effects are showing up late, aren't they?" Jack teased.
Diana shook her head. "It's Athena."
Her voice dropped to a whisper. The goddess's voice was in her mind again—stronger, clearer, as if bypassing her ears entirely. Diana tried to respond, but the connection wasn't two-way. She could only listen as the same words echoed again and again:
"The disaster that will destroy the gods has been born. Go find Ares."
"Is she alright?"Kate murmured to Jack.
"She's not dying," Jack said easily, then added, "I'm going to get something. Don't move from here."
"Wait—what?" Kate called after him, but he was already disappearing into the crowd. She stayed close to Diana, the two of them waiting in uneasy silence until the goddess's voice finally faded from Diana's mind.
"Where did he go?" Diana asked.
"He said he was buying… oranges," Kate replied, still unsure she'd heard correctly.
Diana frowned but stayed put.
....
About twenty minutes later, Jack returned, strolling casually down the street. But instead of fruit, he was carrying two long black wool coats.
"These are oranges?" Kate asked, incredulous.
"You've seen oranges before, right?" Diana added, raising an eyebrow.
Jack handed each of them a coat. "Put these on. Trust me."
Only after they'd done so did Jack's smile turn sharper. "While I was out," he said, "I found something… interesting."
"What's that?" Kate asked.
Jack's grin widened. "I saw Wonder Woman."