The door to the private lounge clicked shut behind them, plunging Kaelen and Sera into a sudden, tense silence. Before Kaelen could even speak, Sera slammed her back against the door, her mouth crashing down on hers. The kiss was not tender or loving; it was a hard, bruising, harassing act of possession. It was pure, undiluted jealousy, a desperate, angry claiming.
Kaelen was so surprised by the ferocity of the assault that she froze for a moment, but then her own strength returned. She gently but firmly took Sera's wrists, breaking the kiss and holding her at arm's length. Sera was breathing heavily, her eyes wild.
"Sera. Stop," Kaelen said, her voice soft but unwavering. "What's wrong?"
The moment the question was asked, the anger in Sera's face shattered, replaced by a wave of utter, heartbreaking despair. Her body went limp, and she collapsed against Kaelen, her face burying into her shoulder as a wracking sob tore through her.
"I'm sorry," she cried, her voice muffled by Kaelen's suit jacket. "I just couldn't help it. I was so jealous. When I saw you with Elara, and then all those other women… you looked so powerful, so at ease. And I was stuck with Valeria, who just kept reminding me of everything I'm not. I just… I saw them looking at you and I thought they were going to take you away from me. It was stupid and pathetic, I know, but I couldn't stand it."
Kaelen's heart ached. She wrapped her arms around Sera, holding her tight. "It's okay," she murmured, stroking her hair. "It's okay. No one is taking me away from you. Ever." She tilted Sera's chin up, wiping a tear from her cheek with her thumb, and then kissed her, a slow, gentle kiss of pure reassurance.
Sera deepened the kiss, her desperation melting into a raw, urgent need. She started moaning, her body pressing against Kaelen's. The air grew thick with their pheromones.
"Are we gonna do this here?" Kaelen whispered, her own control starting to fray.
"I don't care," Sera breathed against her lips. "Fuck me here."
It was a plea and a command all in one. Gently, Kaelen reached down, sliding her hand along Sera's abdomen before cupping her wet center. Through the thin silk of her gown, she could feel the heat. Her fingers parted the soft folds, gently rubbing the wet and hot gap, occasionally grazing the sensitive bud.
Sera let out a muffled groan, instinctively tightening her arms around Kaelen's neck.
"You're so wet," Kaelen growled, her voice a low purr.
Sera's hips had begun to move almost imperceptibly, her sensitive nub pressing against Kaelen's palm as she sought friction. Without a word, Sera then bent over, bracing her hands against the cool marble of a nearby console, offering herself to Kaelen. Kaelen's breath hitched. She unzipped her pants, freeing her cock, and just inserted her slick head between Sera's panty and her wet pussy, thrusting and thrusting against the thin barrier of silk.
Sera felt so good, the sensation was electric. Kaelen's dick, although not inside her, was rubbing her clit with every push, a perfect, maddening friction that gave her otherworldly sensations and was making her hornier. It was too much. She cummed just by that, a sharp, shuddering orgasm that made her cry out.
Panting, she turned. "Put it in," she ordered, her eyes wild with need.
Kaelen was hesitant. "Sera, we don't have a protection."
"It's an order," Sera said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "And if you feel like you're about to cum, just pull it out."
Kaelen had no choice but to do it. She pushed the silk aside and held the tip of her dick to Sera's core. The moment they touched, skin to skin, it felt electric. She pushed in slowly. It felt so raw that it was so good. Sera felt the same too; it felt different without the protection. Kaelen groaned. Having Kaelen's bare dick inside her was so warm, Sera felt so good. Kaelen started to thrust, slowly, slowly, and then faster. The sounds of their pleasure filled the small room, a frantic, desperate rhythm. Sera was cumming again, her body clenching tightly around Kaelen, and so was Kaelen. When Kaelen felt it, she pulled out just in time, spilling her release against Sera's thigh.
After they were done, shaky and breathless, they quickly composed themselves. They stepped out of the lounge, the intense, private moment a shared secret. It was then that they heard an announcement saying the fireworks will start in 5 minutes. They found a spot on a balcony overlooking the harbor, Kaelen's arm wrapped securely around Sera's waist.
The first few fireworks were beautiful, exploding in silent bursts of color against the night sky. Kaelen and Sera watched, a fragile peace settling over them. But then they saw it one firework, larger than the rest, veering wildly off course. It streaked not upward, but sideways, a missile of red and gold aimed directly at the Argent Moon. The impact was a deafening, sickening crunch, followed by a brilliant, terrible explosion of fire and shrapnel.
The people were on panic when that happened. Screams erupted. Chaos replaced the elegant calm of the gala. Sera and Kaelen's blood ran cold. Iris. Lilith. They plunged into the terrified crowd, pushing their way towards the pier, their eyes desperately searching. And yet, they couldn't find them.
Then they saw her. Lilith. She was near the gangplank, her elegant dress torn, her face streaked with soot. She was panting, gasping, looking for air, her eyes wild with a terror Kaelen had never seen on her sister.
"Lilith! Where is she? Where's Iris?" Sera screamed.
Lilith's eyes found them, and her face crumpled. "I couldn't find Iris," she choked out, her voice a ragged sob. "Iris is still on the boat!"
Kaelen was surprised, her entire world narrowing to the sight of the burning, smoking ship and Sera's horrified face. Without thinking, she ran, shoving past the security guards trying to form a cordon.
"I'll get her!" she yelled back at a screaming Sera. "I'll be back with Iris!"
And then she was gone, a black suited figure sprinting up the gangplank and disappearing into the smoke and flames.