Chapter 85
Chapter 85
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Heat's End and Fleets' Arrival
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Celia's mind buzzed, his vision blurring in waves. It took him a long while to gasp out, "What note? I don't... I don't know anything about that..."
"You said you left him a note, but he claimed he never saw it. You waited for him all night, but he didn't show, so you left with Walton. You thanked him for seeing the note but not turning you in, and he insisted he never saw it, so he held a grudge and killed Walton... You two just went on and on like that, this close to hugging and sobbing together. Did you think I was dead or something?" Heinrich chuckled, affectionately bumping his forehead against Celia's. "Did you take me for a corpse?"
Celia flinched away uncomfortably, but Heinrich seized his chin and turned his face back. "Let me guess. Back then, when your master came to take you from Dark Star Hall, you didn't want to abandon Eunes, so you left him a note to meet somewhere. But Eunes never saw it and thought you just up and left without a word. In a fit of rage and shame, he led men to kill the Desert Saint Walton. On one hand, you couldn't let go of your master's death; on the other, you blamed yourself for the irreversible consequences. So you came to hate Eunes with a burning passion, turning all your feelings into resentment... Am I right?"
He hooked up one corner of his mouth, though his eyes held no mirth. "Such a melodramatic soap opera happening to you, Celia. I'm genuinely impressed by your leisure for drama."
The emperor spoke slowly, but Celia was already lost in endless emptiness, his mind fried. In his haze, he only saw those smiling lips opening and closing. It took him ages to sluggishly process the meaning.
"You still haven't answered me, Gavin." Heinrich smiled as he asked, "Am I right?"
"...No..."
"Oh?"
"No..."
Celia's voice was weak and hoarse, the kind that made anyone want to ravage him just to hear more pleas and sobs from those usually cold, thin lips—now trembling powerlessly and wet. Heinrich felt the fire in his lower abdomen blaze hotter. He shifted uncomfortably. "Where am I wrong, then?"
But Celia couldn't muster more words, just repeating "no" over and over in murmurs. Lust scorched him, making him writhe instinctively. His fingers spasmed, clutching the sheets. Each time he reached down toward his aching need, Heinrich grabbed his wrist and pinned it back, rubbing the palm against the pillow, then pulling it up to pant and kiss it—licking down to the knuckles with care.
His own restraint was even more agonizing than Celia's, but this was the only way to ease the raging desire a bit. Meanwhile, his eyes roamed Celia's flushed face greedily, as if turning his gaze into something tangible to lick every inch of skin. Celia's eyes were dazed and unfocused, his thoughts seemingly stalled. Occasional choked moans escaped—pure instinctive breakdown. The sight was utterly enticing. Heinrich laughed softly, leaning down to kiss his sweat-dampened sideburns. "So what deal did you two strike? What secret does Eunes know?"
"No... nothing..."
"What secret did Eunes mention before leaving?"
"Nothing at all..."
His glossy, moist lips quivered faintly. He looked utterly lost in chaos—innocent, vulnerable, ready to do anything asked of him. Heinrich stared for mere seconds before his mouth went dry, heart pounding wildly. He couldn't help thrusting his hips in a little deeper. "Still mouthing off, huh—"
"There's nothing... absolutely nothing," Celia suddenly choked out, voice fragmented but laced with clear resentment. "Heinrich, if you don't want to fuck me... then just leave and get someone..."
The emperor pressed his ear to Celia's lips, hearing the words fade into heavy pants, the start already muddled: "...call someone..."
Heinrich's face changed instantly.
A rutting Alpha couldn't stand provocation. Anyone touching his Omega was a dead enemy. And Heinrich had a massive complex about this. Rage surged from his groin to his brain, eyes flashing blood-red. He grabbed Celia's face. "What did you say?! Huh?!"
Celia smirked defiantly. "I said if you can't manage it, then bring... Ah—!"
Before he finished, Heinrich thrust straight in. The scorching, iron-hard cock plunged into the empty, clenching hole. The aching passage clamped down reflexively, the intense stimulation twisting Celia's final cry. The pain and humiliation in that voice were the finest aphrodisiac, driving Heinrich wild. He slammed to the hilt and pulled back viciously amid obscene wet sounds. "Who can't manage it? Say it again!"
"Ah... Ah..." Celia shuddered violently, struggling desperately. Before he could twist away, the frenzied emperor yanked him back and rammed to the bottom. That strike hit like lightning straight to the brain core, fireworks of pleasure exploding along every nerve. He couldn't hear a thing, hips bucking up spasmodically—only for Heinrich to grip his lean, muscled waist and pound in mercilessly.
Those deep, bottoming thrusts left him like a fish out of water, head thrown back in desperate gasps. His body went limp as water, not even strength to lift a finger.
Heinrich's burned-out mind vaguely recalled unanswered questions, but Celia's taunt erased all else. A faint annoyance rose, and he vented it by slamming harder amid the wet sounds, panting, "What if they knew you'd borne my child? Hmm? Would they be shocked? Jealous?"
He pulled Celia up by the shoulders, the shift driving the massive shaft even deeper—nearly breaching the not-fully-opened birth canal. The stimulation was overwhelming; Celia reflexively jolted upward—only to be cruelly yanked down. "How many kids will you give me..."
That secret entrance was still narrow in early heat, too sensitive for even a brush—yet the huge head forced it, locking in. The entire passage clenched, hot fluids gushing. Pure bliss for Heinrich—he roared uncontrollably, pinning Celia hard against the wall!
"Ah—!" Celia cried out in agony, ribs nearly cracking under the pressure. But before he could recover, he was swept into a storm of brutal thrusts!
"Don't want to breed, huh? Tough luck—I'm fucking you till you're pregnant this time. You're giving me... so many kids..."
Wet slaps and gasps wove into filthy litany filling the room. Shame and ecstasy lashed his body repeatedly until that deepest narrow path yielded, hot and slick, swallowing the massive head bit by bit.
That moment of breaching the forbidden thrilled Heinrich like a tempest. Breeding instinct roared from his soul's depths, seizing his mind. He gripped Celia's legs to spread them wider, iron fingers bruising the inner thighs. Celia struggled, reaching for him—only to have his wrist seized and pressed to his abdomen. "Feel it? I'm inside you. Feel it?"
Celia trembled. Under his hand, he faintly felt his belly bulge and swell with each thrust. Dazed, he swore he sensed the hard, hot organ's pulse—threateningly claiming his body. Terror flickered, but before he could fight, he screamed as the birth canal stretched wide—the huge organ fully impaling!
"Ah—" They both froze for an instant, Celia's muscles locking taut. "Get out!"
His voice warped from the crushing pressure. Heinrich's brain boiled, gripping him tight as he panted, "Just... just a bit longer. It'll be over soon..."
Impossible, of course. To maximize conception odds, the knot swelled at climax, locking in the birth canal entrance until seed was fully absorbed—inflicting hours of agony on the Omega, at least half an hour.
Heinrich bit the flesh at Celia's neck, straining not to break skin. His face twisted ferociously from restraint, veins bulging on his hands as he clutched the lean muscles of Celia's lower back. The dual physical-mental ecstasy was too much; after a few thrusts in the birth canal, the knot ballooned lightning-fast, lodging at the entrance.
"You fucking—"
Celia spat a curse, but it choked off.
Heinrich crushed their mouths together. As tongues tangled in fire, semen erupted in climax, sweeping away all reason. They kissed desperately, sweat mingling on bare skin, sheets a tangled wreck below.
This was the man he loved—though their bond was far more than romance. Coercion, opposition, wariness, schemes... But now, they were joined as one.
Perhaps this hate-love brew would never see light; they'd have their own child to witness the hidden truth.
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Celia's heat ended unexpectedly on the third day.
A blessing, really. That same dawn after it passed, Gryphon reported via central system: anomalous radio waves and warp residues detected outside the atmosphere. Imperial or Alliance forces had finally found them.
Celia lounged lazily against Heinrich's shoulder, sipping water. Post-heat flush and sweat lingered, his skin soft and luminous. Strictly speaking, he differed sharply from typical Omegas: skin less delicate, build less plush, bearing far from demure. Without pheromones, his sharp features, lean athletic frame, and commanding poise screamed Alpha soldier, not Omega.
But fresh from heat, all Omegas were the same: sated, weary, mellow. No temper, just sweet, gentle pheromones enveloping like bliss. Heinrich's hand wandered his prominent hipbones restlessly. *Why'd it end so soon? Too close to last heat for full intensity... or pregnant already?*
Pregnant Omegas halted heats, exuding a unique pheromone that instinctively deterred strange Alphas from conquest. It aligned with Imperial law—claiming marked Omegas was legal, but progeny trumped Alpha mating urges. If everyone robbed pregnant Omegas, who'd raise the kids? No kids, what good's an Alpha? Window dressing?
Heinrich pondered impassively. Celia surely did too. Neither spoke.
They nestled casually a while. Celia handed over his empty glass; Heinrich set it on the nightstand. Celia asked idly, "What now when you return to the Empire?"
His voice was still hoarse from endless heat sobs and moans. Heinrich, already tempted for another round, rolled over at the sound. "What do you mean? I figured you'd drag me back to the Alliance as a hostage again..."
"Benefits don't outweigh risks anymore. You're no longer hostage material."
Heinrich: "..."
A valueless emperor felt oddly bereft. Then malice sparked: "How about this? I return with the Empire's forty billion troops to propose at the Alliance. Announce to the universe we've mutually marked—Empire and Alliance as one family, united against Dark Star Hall's extragalactic evil... Wed in Andromeda or Gemini, or one each. Post-Dark Star Hall, honeymoon in their HQ turned viper farm. Thoughts?"
Celia laughed through it, finally teasing, "That's your only alliance idea?"
"What else? Marriage or bust?"
To Heinrich's surprise, Celia waved it off smiling. "There's another... One side begs aid from the other due to insurmountable issues—double compromise in politics and military. The other hesitates full annexation, forging a risky but balanced partnership... Guess who'd compromise if we allied?"
"The Empire," Heinrich said offhand. "In your eyes, definitely."
"And in reality?"
The emperor grinned. "You really wanna know?"
They turned, locking eyes. Expressions neutral—perhaps even tender to outsiders.
"You've long given up convincing me, Celia. You chose force to fight and conquer..." Heinrich straddled him, rasping a laugh. "But I've never abandoned words to persuade you."
Amusement flickered in Celia's eyes. Heinrich caressed his waist tenderly. "Again?"
Heat over, they'd reverted to scheming wariness—but a good fuck now and then? Harmless. Minus this forced-bed-interrogation, sex was their sole unbridled compromise.
"Get some food first to recharge—or later you'll—"
Perhaps Celia's barbs caught up; central system blared: "Level Three Alert! Level Three Alert! Combat teams, trace warp residues outside atmosphere. Enemy battleships approaching Youkong Star at full speed! Enemy battleships approaching Youkong Star at full speed!"
"Gry—phon!" Heinrich roared back. "What's your malfunction?!"
"What malfunction—!" Gryphon lost it. "Unidentified fleet inbound! No guilt screwing in someone else's dorm?! No shame forcing this pure little mech to stand watch?! Fleet's coming, you bastards—get up and fight! Fight—! Ow!!"
Clang! The emperor hurled a boot, smashing the silver terminal into blue smoke.
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The emperor's boot proved a must-have for murder, travel, home—Gryphon felt insulted, refusing speech even as they showered, dressed, coffees in hand at command hall.
"Thinks I'm still an Imperial mech? After watching you two brew that so many times, can I go back to innocent Imperial mech?! My 300G porn stash in Imp HQ database is amateur hour! How'd you even pull those positions—you on top with him under and... Mmph!"
Celia doused the comm with coffee. Gryphon coughed and fled the core.
Dawn's murky sky held a faint light-sea emerging, nearing brighter through clouds—like stellar tides surging from the heavens. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder on the bridge, gazing up. Heinrich chuckled, "Ninth Fleet or Radiant Legion?"
Ninth Fleet and Radiant Legion had tangled in space, tripping each other—delaying arrival, letting the marshal weather heat leisurely. Now one breached atmosphere; their duel had a winner. Question was, who.
"If Ninth Fleet?" Celia countered.
The emperor bowed politely. "Oh, you'd guest at the Empire then. If Radiant Legion?"
Celia said nothing, eyes narrowing skyward. The star-sea closed in, a flood of myriad lights. After a beat, he laughed: "Nothing... It's Radiant Legion."
Radiant Legion's arrival surprised Celia not a bit—like he'd foreseen it.
Ninth Fleet wasn't far behind. Five minutes post-Radiant hard-landing at plain's end, a vaster light-sea descended, charging groundward battleships. Dual fleets stirred massive vortices and gales, rousing the dawn wasteland—earth and distant black hills rumbling dully.
Fleets landed oppositely in sync, battleships streaming sky-to-horizon lines. Head units bayed doors, unleashing armed shuttles at breakneck speed. Soon, fighter swarms choked the horizon skies.
They turned to each other, starry seas glittering in their eyes.
"Last time," Heinrich said regretfully. "No farewell kiss?"
Celia leaned in, brushing his lips to the corner. Pre-dawn dark faded to gray fishbelly; wind howled bridge, carrying their tangled heat afar.
"Marshal sighted!"
"Your Majesty! Majesty atop target ship!"
Cheers erupted from both fighter swarms. On bridge, their instant kiss parted; Celia stepped back half-pace:
"We'll meet again soon, Heinrich."
Heinrich smirked coldly. "Bet on it. Ninth Fleet's hit Alliance once; next, full Imp force to Jinsui for proposal..."
Choppers whooshed behind, dropping ladders in gale. Celia laughed heartily: "I look forward to it!"
He waved the oncoming Imp chopper nearby, then grabbed the ladder. Commandos shouldered sniper cannons from doors, all zeroed threateningly on bridge Heinrich.
The emperor spread hands, bowing gracefully.
Alliance craft lifted, streaking wasteland-end. Then Imp gunships dove with particle cannons; scarred Isaac leaned out megaphone-roaring across dunes: "Safe travels, Marshal Celia! Imp welcomes you anytime!"
Alliance canopy dropped; Karyan's voice boomed via radio: "Thanks for hospitality—Alliance gov welcomes your return!"
Scarface darkened; emperor bellowed laughter, waving at retreating Celia midair.
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"Your Majesty!" Major General Isaac leaped from gunship, saluting hastily. "You alright? Injured?"
Isaac doubted injury—emperor likely reveled. Heartbleed? Not his job. Sure enough, Heinrich turned, impeccably dressed and cool: "—Casualties?"
"Radiant hit-and-runs; minimal losses both sides—Now what?"
Heinrich paused.
Scarface waited, peeking—emperor's chiseled brow furrowed. Softly: "I need intel on a classified Alliance mid-experiment on Bailu Star..."
"Experiment?" Scarface baffled.
"Yes." Emperor nodded. "Roughly five-six centuries back. Called Alliance Guardian God Project."
—Same moment, Celia vaulted ladder into hold, commandos shielding. Karyan rose striding; before words: "Why you personally? Parliament shifted?"
"Worst case." Karyan inhaled deep, grave: "Conseylin Clan staged parliament coup, demanding democratic re-election. Treason charges—you and Speaker Marcus ousted."