C79 R18 No Mercy

I cursed as I grabbed her around her thighs and lifted her up while tightening my pelvis as I started pumping her like crazy while she locked her legs around me almost breaking my waist, good thing I coated my bones In ceramics.

As she started digging her nails Into my back, leaving red scratch marks all over my wide and muscular back.

One, two, three, four .... rounds each one lasting longer, once I unloaded my last round we both collapsed onto the bed, our bodies drenched in my sweat.

The room, which had been filled with breathless intensity, now felt still and heavy. She curled up beside me, purring softly like a satisfied kitten, her nails still grazing my skin, now tender from the passionate encounter.

My chest heaved as exhaustion finally overtook me, the weight of my augmented body sinking into the mattress as I drifted into unconsciousness too spent to even say anything.

...

Witchs 3d POV

Once she was sure Dracula was out cold, her purring stopped. The warmth in her expression faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look.

She shifted quietly, slipping out of the bed with the grace of a predator that had finished its hunt.

Her synthetic muscles moved fluidly as she stood up, her bare feet making no sound against the floor.

She moved across the room, retrieving a small dragon pipe from the table. She tapped it against her palm, a faint hiss escaping as she activated it, the room filling with a faint scent of burning herbs.

Taking a slow, deliberate inhale, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs completely n*ked, the smoke curling in the dim light like a serpent.

Her synthetic eyes flickered for a second as her HUD interface appeared before her vision, pulling up a secure connection.

With a calm swipe of her hand, she activated a direct line to Orion Dynamics, a holographic image flickered to life in front of her, displaying the sharply dressed man on the other end.

His face was partially obscured in the shadows of his office, but the gleam of his corporate logo pinned to his chest was unmistakable.

"It's done,"

She said coolly, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Dracula has taken the mission."

The man leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as if to gauge the truth behind her words.

"Good,"

He replied, his voice deep and smooth.

"You always deliver, witch. I assume everything went as planned?"

She took another slow drag from her pipe, letting the smoke swirl around her face before blowing it out in a long, slow stream.

"Perfectly. He's just another musclehead chasing money and p*ssy"

The man smirked, the shadows playing tricks on the contours of his face.

"Excellent"

She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, her eyes gleaming as she exhaled another stream of smoke.

"My payment now"

She purred, her tone confident, her fingers tapping idly on the table.

"Otherwise I'm spilling the beans to my big bad wolf"

There was a pause on the other end as the man considered her words. After a moment, he gave a curt nod.

"The credits will be in your account shortly make sure he doesn't find out anything"

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she leaned back in her chair, eyes briefly flicking toward the bed where already In deep sleep Dracula lay motionless.

"He won't know what hit him. It's all just business."

The man's smirk widened, though his expression remained cold.

"Good business,"

He replied.

"I trust you'll keep me informed if anything changes?"

"Of course,"

She said, her voice honeyed with assurance.

"I always do."

The connection cut off with a flicker, leaving her alone once more in the quiet room. The witch took one last inhale from her pipe, letting the smoke fill her lungs before slowly blowing it out, her gaze drifting back toward Dracula.

For a moment, she just watched him, her lips curling into a sly smirk.

"Sorry, Dude"

She whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the station's life support systems.

"But in this world, it's just good business, plus I did try to warn you though Its a shame youre pretty good In bed for an organic but you messed with the wrong people"

The room fell into silence again, her cold, calculating demeanor fully returning as she turned her attention back to the table, her mind already moving on to the next step of the plan, the next opportunity for profit.

...

At exactly 06.00 down to nanosecond Yin and Yang were jolted awake by the sudden blare of the ship's computer.

"Fenrir pups, rise!"

The mechanical voice echoed through the barracks, the sound bouncing off the cold metal walls. Yin's heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled to sit up, still half-asleep.

For a moment, she had no idea where she was, the remnants of exhaustion clouding her mind.

Then came the thundering sound of combat alloy plated combat boots stomping through the corridor.

The ground shook slightly under their weight as Dracula's battle brothers stormed into the barracks, their voices booming at full volume.

"Get up, you f*cking trash!"

Darius bellowed, his voice so loud it made Yin flinch.

"Get dressed In youre PT clothes and get into formation! Move it! Double time!"

Yin and Yang, along with the other recruits, fumbled out of their bunks, limbs heavy and hearts racing.

They hastily grabbed their PT uniforms a standard black gym shorts, a black short sleeved shirt for men, and a black tank top for women with the Iron Fenrirs insignia, and running shoes, before throwing them on.

Everyone looked disoriented and sluggish, but no one dared to be slow. The sight of the 2 meters tall built like tanks battle brothers moving through the barracks, barking orders and glaring with their piercing eyes with yellow glowing pupils, was enough to kick everyone into high gear.

Paul stormed into the room, eyes blazing.

"You have two minutes to fall into formation! Let's go!"

The recruits scrambled, Yin and Yang barely managing to pull on their tank tops as they hurried out into the corridor.

Everyone lined up as best they could, two lines facing each other, their backs against the cold walls.

The battle brothers paced up and down the formation, inspecting the rows with intense, critical eyes.

"Too slow, you f*cking slugs!"

Airid growled, his voice filled with frustration.

"You think the enemy's gonna wait for you to get dressed?"

Yin's muscles tensed. Her heart pounded in her ears, her breath coming fast and shallow. Next to her, Yang was just as tense, her eyes wide as she tried to maintain her composure.

Once the recruits were more or less in order, the battle brothers dropped to the ground and assumed the push-up positions.

"Get down!"

Darius commanded, his eyes glaring at each recruit.

"Push-up position!"

Paul echoed, his voice harsh.

"If we're doing it, you're doing it! Go!"

Yin and Yang dropped to the ground, their hands pressed against the cold metal floor. Their muscles were already sore from yesterday's training, but there was no room for hesitation. They knew better than to be the ones lagging behind.

"One!"

Julian counted, his voice authoritative.

"One!"

The recruits echoed back in unison, their arms trembling as they pushed up and down in sync with the battle brothers at least they tried to.

Yin's arms burned as she struggled to keep up. Every push-up felt like a mountain she had to climb, but there was no stopping. If she faltered now, she knew she'd pay for it later.

"Faster! You think you're on vacation?! Push it!"

Airid shouted, his voice cutting through the strain.

The push-ups continued, each count sending waves of pain through their arms and shoulders.

Yin's breath came in ragged gasps, but she didn't dare stop. Yang, beside her, was in the same condition, her face pale and strained as she kept pushing herself beyond her limits.