[Content Advisory: This chapter includes mature themes and explicit sexual content. 18+ Only.]
Shia's gaze locked onto the sight across the dining area—Vial sitting with her. That woman from the elevator. Celeste. They were talking, smiling lightly, sharing a peaceful moment over coffee and food. Shia's heart clenched.
It was the same sharp, twisting feeling she felt when Vivianne had flirted with Vial. Jealousy. Possessive, irrational, loud jealousy.
Before she could stop herself, her legs moved on their own. She approached them with a tight smile.
"Vial," she greeted sweetly, sliding into the seat next to him, sitting far too close. "I didn't expect to find you here."
Vial turned with a welcoming smile. "Shia. Hey."
Celeste looked surprised. Her smile flickered into awkwardness.
"What are you two talking about?" Shia asked, her hand casually resting on Vial's arm, fingers curling in ever so slightly. Her body leaned in close, subtly but firmly claiming territory.
"Nothing much," Vial said, completely oblivious to the growing tension between the two women.
Celeste chuckled weakly, unsure of how to respond to Shia's assertive presence. She mostly stayed quiet, smiling politely while Shia steered the conversation and made sure her physical closeness to Vial didn't go unnoticed.
Shia didn't know why she was acting this way, only that she had to. If she hesitated, someone else might take him. She couldn't stand the thought.
After the meal, Celeste stood. "I think I'll go for a walk. Clear my head."
"I can come with—" Vial began, but Shia tugged on his arm.
"No need," she said quickly, flashing a smile. "Take care, Celeste. Don't get lost."
Celeste blinked, then offered an uneasy grin. "Right… I won't. Thanks."
She walked away alone.
Vial frowned as Shia gently but firmly pulled him down the hallway.
"Wait, where are we going?" he asked.
"Just come with me," she said, not looking back. Her tone had a strange edge—low, slightly tense.
"Are you… angry?" Vial asked, trying to catch her eyes.
She didn't respond.
When they reached his assigned room, Shia opened the door, pushed him inside, and quickly shut it behind them.
"Shia?" Vial turned, confused. "What's goi—"
Her lips silenced his question.
She kissed him hard, her tongue slipping into his mouth, her hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. Vial stood still, shocked. He didn't hate it—far from it—but something felt... off. Desperate.
His hands lifted, as if to push her gently and ask what was wrong. But when he tried, Shia tensed, her brows furrowing slightly, her kiss turning more desperate. Seeing her reaction, he sighed and relented. His arms lowered, and he kissed her back.
Her hands quickly roamed over his chest, tugging at his clothes. She undressed him aggressively, and he raised his arms to help. His shirt dropped to the floor. Shia unfastened her top and bra, exposing her breasts, flushed from her quickened breath.
She took his wrists and placed his hands on her chest.
Vial blinked. Her skin was warm, soft, and trembling beneath his fingers. She let out a small, involuntary moan.
"Mmh…"
Then she crouched in front of him.
Without a word, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free. She leaned forward, her lips brushing the tip as she breathed in his scent. Her tongue flicked out, licking experimentally.
''Haah…" she exhaled softly, anticipation thick in her breath.
Vial groaned softly, his hands hesitantly reaching for her head—but Shia grabbed both his wrists and held them. She didn't want to be stopped. She wanted to do this for him. For herself.
Then she took him into her mouth.
"Ah—" Vial's body tensed. It wasn't pain, not exactly—but her teeth had grazed him.
Shia pulled back immediately. "I-I'm sorry… did that hurt?"
Her voice was quiet, unsure. She looked up at him with a discouraged expression.
Vial shook his head softly. "It's okay. It's just sensitive down there. Your teeth… just touched it a little."
She nodded, her cheeks red, and leaned forward again—more careful this time. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, and she bobbed her head slowly, letting her tongue swirl as she adjusted.
"Mmm… mmmf… ahh…♥️"
Slurping sounds filled the room, along with her quiet breaths and Vial's restrained moans.
He watched her, captivated—not just by the sensation, but by her effort. She was clearly inexperienced, but she was trying so hard. Her eagerness, her sloppy movements—they all added to the intense pleasure that curled in his gut.
"Where'd you learn to do this?" he asked through a groan.
Shia didn't respond. She only looked up at him with wide eyes, his cock still in her mouth, her head bobbing steadily.
"Nnn—mph… mmm—"
Vial exhaled, gripping her hair gently, and then—
He couldn't hold back anymore.
His hips started moving, thrusting slowly, then faster, as his cock slid deeper into her throat. Shia's eyes widened in surprise. Her hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in slightly, but she didn't stop him.
Her jaw stretched as her eyes rolled back. Gagging sounds escaped, but she didn't pull away. She endured, trying to please him.
"Gghk… mhhff… ah—mmf…grkh"
"I—I'm cumming—!"
With a final thrust, Vial released deep in her throat. Shia instinctively swallowed, though some of it spilled from the corners of her lips.
She pulled back, coughing, her hand beneath her chin to catch what she couldn't swallow. Vial immediately knelt beside her, concerned.
"Sorry. I… I lost control."
Still coughing, Shia looked up—and saw that he was still hard.
A playful, breathless smile tugged at her lips.
She stood, unzipping her skirt and pulling off her stockings. Naked now, she pushed Vial onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
His cock rested between her ass cheeks, still twitching. Vial instinctively reached—one hand on her breast, the other gripping her waist.
Shia's breathing was uneven.
"This time," she whispered, her smile teasing, "I'll be the one moving."
She lifted her hips, guided his cock to her entrance, and slowly lowered herself.
The thick tip spread her open. Her lips parted in a moan.
"Aaah—"
She paused halfway, adjusting to the feeling, her hands resting on his chest.
"You okay?" Vial asked, eyes locked onto her.
"Y-yeah…" she breathed. "Just… sensitive."
"Hnn… it's… so full…"
With trembling thighs, she descended fully, her body swallowing him whole. The warmth of her wrapped around him, squeezing tightly. Her eyes fluttered shut as she began to move, slow and deliberate, grinding gently against him.
"Mnh… ah… ngh—Vial…"
Their bodies moved together in rhythm—wordless, heated, and desperate.
Shia moaned again, louder this time, unable to hold back.
"Aaah! V-Vial… it feels… so good…!"
He grunted, holding onto her waist, letting her move as she pleased.
"You're amazing, Shia…"
Their hips met again and again, skin slapping, breaths ragged.
And for a moment, there was nothing but them. No VIC, no jealousy, no questions. Just the raw, growing bond neither of them fully understood… but couldn't deny.