Scott and Emma stepped out of the hot tub and were now on their way back to their room. But that wasn’t what turned heads. Every guest lingering in the hallway had already frozen mid-step, whispering behind cupped hands, sneaking glances. The real spectacle was how Emma had Scott pinned in a lip-lock while they walked, her mouth greedily tugging on his lower lip like she wanted to keep him leashed. Everyone in the hallway had stopped in their tracks. Some whispered to each other behind their hands. Others snuck curious looks. What really caught their attention wasn’t just Scott and Emma walking by in bathrobes—it was the way Emma had Scott trapped in a kiss. Her lips were locked onto his as she greedily tugged at his lower lip like she wanted to keep him on a leash. Scott chuckled awkwardly mid-kiss as he stylishly tried to pull away. "Em... maybe—uh—you know, people are staring—" Emma silenced him by sucking harder on his lip as one hand slid across his broad chest and the other tugged him closer like she couldn’t breathe unless she was pressed against him. Her voice was a husky whisper between kisses. "Don’t hold back... kiss me like you mean it." Scott stumbled a step, half-laughing, half-defeated. "I do mean it, but... maybe we save the full show until we’re back in—" Before he could finish, Emma’s slobbery tongue slipped deep into his mouth. The way she kissed him was desperate and intoxicating. It was like she thought his lips were made of candy and she might never taste them again. Finally, she pulled away with a wet smack. Her pupils were blown wide and she looked glazed. As if she’d just taken a recreational drug. "Since when do I care about what people think?" She murmured, almost drunk off the kiss itself. By the time they reached their hallway, Emma finally let him breathe. She grabbed a towel and a bar of soap from the counter and tossed them into his hands. "Here. Go take a shower! I’ll be back with a really sweet surprise for you." She playfully pinched his cheeks. Her mischievous smile said more than her words did. Scott looked down at the soap and towel, then back up at her with a tired grin. "A surprise, huh? After everything that went down in the hot tub, I think we’re way past surprises." He gave a soft laugh. Emma rose onto her toes, kissed him quickly, then rocked back on her heels with a playful twinkle. "Just trust me, okay? I promise it’ll be good—don’t move until I’m back." She walked backwards, almost afraid he’d vanish if she turned her back. Scott sighed as she disappeared down the hallway. He rubbed the sides of his head. "As long as she’s happy, I guess... " He shook his head, smiling faintly as he trudged toward their room with the soap and towel in hand. That was when he saw Jenna. She was heading toward her own room, but the second her eyes met his, Scott froze. He gave her the most awkward nod in history. That was all he managed to get out. His chest tightened with guilt; after all, the whole hot tub fiasco was still burned into his memory—the accident, the misunderstanding, her face when she thought his... stuff was skincare. He couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes properly. 『Fuck it... I’m definitely not gonna be at peace until I come clean, am I...? (´-﹏-`;)』 He hurried past her, but Jenna’s eyes refused to leave him the entire time. A faint, hungry shiver rippled through her body as she gnawed at her lower lip. She whispered under her breath. Her teeth flashed as her thighs trembled just from the sight of his butt cheeks in those robes. The Pontiach inside her screamed like a wild beast. She’d seen and slept with countless Terran men since arriving on Earth, but this one... The way her thighs started to sweat—she was so sure she’d make a mess down there if she kept entertaining the thought of being in bed with him. Her voice came out like a half-snarl, half-moan. "He reminds me of Kamik... no... he is one." Then the memory of a planet being blown to bits and pieces crossed her fragile memory. "A Dravek...? But their kind should be extinct." Her breasts rose and fell erratically. She ran her tongue slowly across her lips, like some hungry creature that couldn’t hold back its desire. Her body even tensed and swelled a little as every muscle responded to the heat running through her. Her mouth watered so much it almost spilled over, her breath quick and heavy. "That energy... it’s just like Vekxam. Ohhhhnn~ my body can’t—hah—hold back...!" Then, with a dark little laugh, she let a wicked moan slip from her tender lips. "The last living Dravek... I’ll claim him. He’ll be mine—my husband. And when I do, the Pontiach Empire will have its foothold on this pitiful planet!" She started walking after him. Steam filled the bathroom and hot water blasted down as Scott hummed a tune to himself. It felt almost strange, showering alone. He couldn’t remember the last time. Gwen always found some excuse to join. And Brigid... Brigid had snuck in so many times she practically knew his shower routine better than he did. Sometimes she even picked out his underwear after. Just thinking about it made his face sour like spoiled food and shift from relaxed to exhausted. "Maybe after this I need my own vacation... (╥_╥)" He muttered, shaking his head. But his thoughts easily drifted to Gwen. The whole reason for this vacation was so he could relax and so Emma could enjoy herself, but he couldn’t stop worrying about her. Every time he tried calling, the line never went through. And whenever he asked Tess about it, she’d just shrug and say Gwen was probably busy. Was she really doing alright at college? Was she managing without him? The worry pounded at his chest. "I just... hope it doesn’t strain us. I really don’t want her to slip away." He sighed and let the water wash his face. Scott’s ear twitched. He blinked through the mist and turned the shower off. The sudden silence made the sound of his own heartbeat so loud it became uncomfortable. He rubbed soap and water from his eyes and stepped out of the bathroom without even wrapping a towel. His worries about Gwen didn’t show in his voice. She stood there with her body covered in a loose towel. Her caramel skin glowed with water and lube. Tiny droplets ran down her elegant collarbone, all the way to her cleavage, which was on full display. In fact, you could barely call it JUST cleavage, with how her entire breasts were clearly showing. The towel looked as if it might slip off, held in place only slightly against her rock-hard nipples. She smiled like a predator. Scott was towel-less and shocked. Jenna’s eyes dropped down—and stayed there. She saw the machine between his legs. It was long and thick like a Chinese yam. He followed her stare. Panic kicked in. He scrambled for the nearest pile of clothes as he held them over his crotch like a shield. "Jenna, what are you—!?" But she wasn’t listening. She glanced at the spot where that massive piece of manhood was hiding. She bit her finger with a seductive smile while her other hand slowly tugged at the towel wrapped around her curvy body, letting it peel away bit by bit. Her towel slipped looser with every step she took closer "... I should join you, Mael." PLOP—the towel hit the tiled floor. Scott’s blood ran cold. 『She knows that name...?』 Jenna was already walking closer, and Scott could finally see everything. The way her breasts bounced side to side like perfect pendulums. Round, supple, shaped so well that size didn’t even matter—no one with a pulse would care. Then her thighs, soft but powerful, and the way her crotch pressed forward with each step like it was teasing him on purpose. Scott kept stepping back even as his eyes betrayed him by staring at her toned body. Jenna was never this muscular, but if he said she didn’t look sexy he’d be lying. 『Wait... how the hell does she even know that name...? The only people who’d ever called him that were Lady Fortress and... Ezel.』 His throat went dry as Jenna closed in. "Uh, yeah, I can see you’re, uh, REALLY in the mood, huh Je... Jenna..." He stammered, forcing a smile. "But I’m really trying not to see that right now." Spotting a towel like it was divine intervention, Scott lunged for it and wrapped it tight around his waist. He even made sure to turn around so he’d stop looking at her seductive smile. "Would you look at that? Shower’s free! All yours!" It was his room. He paid for it. Didn’t matter. Survival instincts > ownership rights. He tried to slip past her, but didn’t make it two steps before Jenna’s muscular arms locked around him to squeeze tight like a predator catching prey. "It’s not the shower I want~ ❤️" She whispered hungrily. "Stop running like a coward, you delicious filth... you’re the one I want." There was so much desire in her voice. Her hand slid down and wrapped firmly around the thick meat between his legs which made Scott jolt slightly from the sudden touch. She gave a slow, teasing squeeze and her lips bent into a smile as her eyes locked on his. The way her hand kept working him. It was tight and delicious. For a moment, it was almost as if he didn’t want his cock to be released from this sweat pressure. The moment was that hot. He squeezed him even tighter than before. "Ah—!" His body jerked up instinctively. "Can’t you feel it?" she purred. Her fingers worked tirelessly. She massaged his cock and twisted at the tip as every touch made it throb and grow harder. 『Oh no... no, no, no!』 Scott’s mind spun out. 『She probably figured out I lied about my cum being skincare and now she wants it from the source... shit! What if she thinks I was hitting on her?! These girls are weird enough to think that’s normal—fuck’s sake!』 Panic tore at him, but his cock didn’t get the memo. It was loving every second. Gritting his teeth, Scott forced his brain to take control. He yanked the towel off, spun Jenna around in one swift motion, and wrapped it around her instead. He pulled the ends tight from behind as he tried to lock her in place. But then—his cock twitched, poking at her ass cheeks. "Control yourself...!" He hissed at his own shaft like it was the villain. Jenna felt it instantly and her grin widened as she spun back into his arms with a speed that made his blood run cold. Her hand slid up to his cheek and her thumb romantically traced his soft lips. "Or would you rather we take it lighter first? Before you start pounding me with all that Dravek might?" Her breath was hot against his face. "Tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you. A crowd of women, begging for your touch? Done. You can do the most shameless things to them, and they’ll scream for more." Follow current novᴇls on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Jenna laughed sweetly as her other hand crawled to his chest, so she could delicately caress him, then suddenly she pinched his nipples with a small giggle. "Do you like it there~?" She pulled at his nipples even more. Her tongue fell out a bit—she was the one doing the pulling but she had the strong urge for her own burning hard nipples to be treated like that as well. She whispered, then blew heat across his neck. "Is to feel my hole stuffed to the brim with your strong Dravek genes... fill me, Mael..." Scott’s mind blanked. "Uhh... I don’t know when you found out about all this, but I really don’t think Isaac would—" He tried to push her away— —and that’s when the door burst open. Stark naked, Scott held Jenna in his arms like it was some kind of lovers’ embrace. He muttered regretfully. Emma’s eyes went wide. She stood there, dressed in nothing but skimpy lingerie under a Russian army greatcoat, a ushanka tilted on her head, and a bottle of lube in her hand. The coat framed her breasts and ass like they were about to explode free. Scott’s jaw literally dropped. "Oouu... now that’s a surprise..." He was so entranced by her that he forgot Jenna was still pressed against him, naked. Emma whispered furiously. She tore off the ushanka and tossed it aside. Scott opened his mouth. "Look, I can explain—" "Don’t." Emma cut him off as her hand trembled. Her bulging breasts heaved with sharp, angry breaths. "Don’t say a fucking word. I don’t care what excuse you’ve got." "How can you do this to me twice? First Nadia, now Jenna?! Why do you keep wanting to hurt me!?" Tears glittered in her amber eyes. She glanced at the lube in her hand, then at Jenna. Her best friend just smiled smugly, no regret at all. Emma laughed, broken and bitter. "You probably need this more than I do." She shoved the lube into Jenna’s hand. And the moment she did, a surge of red lightning burst between them. It shot from Jenna to Emma in a blinding flash. Scott staggered back as Emma stormed out. "Emma... wait! I swear I—" The door slammed in his face. Outside, Emma froze, staring down at her hands as her body changed before her eyes. Her vanilla skin darkened to olive, her muscles doubled, her elegant amber eyes blazed into brilliant blue. Her hair grew wild and bushy, yet still beautiful. She whispered as she flexed her fingers as lightning sparked between them. "This is the body of the woman Mael desires... fufu~ how lucky can I be..." Back inside, Jenna suddenly got herself and collapsed as if drained of all life. The pontiach’s consciousness was gone. Scott caught her and held her tight. Her body felt weak, fragile. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, dazed. She blinked up at him—at the ivory-carved neck, the broad chest like sculpted cannons. And then she looked down. Her eyes widened. She was naked. His cock, hard and veiny, pressed against her thigh. She screamed and shoved him away. "Fucking weirdo! What’re you trying to do to me?! Where are my clothes?!" She shoved him again, saw the lube in her hand, and hurled it at his face. Scott caught it midair, stunned to silence, as Jenna bolted out the door. He really did look like the weirdo now. "No, no, no—! I’m the one that should be—" The door slammed shut. Towelless, Scott stood there clutching the lube as his cock still throbbed painfully like it hadn’t gotten the memo that his life was collapsing. That was when the door opened again. Scott was already glad. "Emma, I’m so sorry you had to──!!" He paused when he saw it was one of the hotel staff. The lady screamed at the top of her voice when she saw this naked man who was rock-hard between the legs and had a lube in his hands. The tray of food and drinks in her hands crashed to the ground and she darted away. Scott tossed the lube away and quickly tried to explain. The door slammed in his face for the third time. Naked, Scott rushed out to the hallway. "I SWEAR IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!" But the lady had run faraway. The old lady on the other side of the hallway said when she saw a naked Scott. Her cheeks were bright red as she hid her mouth behind her wrinkly hands. Scott’s head fell in defeat. "This was supposed to be a vacation... (´-﹏-`;)"