Chapter 256: Early Morning

On the way back, Kalon stopped at Sifa’s place on Cryos.

He kept it short. She met him in the front room with the dragon looming behind her, and he told her the next card was coming together.

Her fight was real now, not just talk.

Sifa’s ice-blue eyes lit up at that. She asked when. He said soon, once the other name was locked and the profiles were live.

She wanted more detail than he had time to give, so he promised a longer visit after the announcement.

Sifa accepted it without complaint, kissed his cheek with cold lips, and told him not to take too long.

The dragon rumbled when he left. He was gone before the stop could turn into a full night.

He returned to earth after that.

Kalon slept hard in the high-rise and woke up early the next morning, before the sun had risen.

The first thing he did was make the two fighters social profile accounts.

Two new fighter pages under Intergalactic League.

He kept the information on the fighters minimal on their profile. He wanted the crowd to be surprised when he saw that both women had rare affinities.

He linked both to the League account, then posted the card announcement onto his own social profile page.

Intergalactic League – Card Two

Main bout: Daisy vs Sifa

The post went up. Replies started within minutes.

People asked who Daisy was. People asked whether they would be dressing up the way Josi and Thea did.

He scrolled enough to confirm the post was having a positive reaction, which it was, then put the phone down.

He finished breakfast with his phone still booming with thousands of questions about the upcoming bout.

However, he didn’t have time for that at the moment. He had already decided the night before that he would be paying one of his women and early visit today.

He travelled to Cupid...

...

Daisy’s room was dim and quiet when he arrived.

She was still in bed, half sat up against the pillows, hairless scalp bare without the usual field sweat, pink gems dull with sleep.

Flower-print pyjamas. Soft top. Soft shorts. Nothing about her looked like a war commander. No armour. No black bodysuit. Just a woman woken too early in clothes that made her look younger and far less dangerous than her rank.

A cup of water sat untouched on the side table. Her boots were nowhere near the bed.

Her pink eyes went wide the second she registered him.

"Kalon... what... it’s barely morning—"

"I know."

Daisy pulled the blanket up a little on pure reflex, then seemed to realise how pointless that was with him and stopped.

"You’re here. Already. I haven’t even washed my face. I look like—"

"I’ve been thinking about you all night," Kalon said.

That worked well.

Daisy’s mouth opened, closed, and colour rose bright across her cheeks.

The tough commander version of her was still asleep. What sat in front of him was flustered and soft in flower pyjamas, staring at him like he might be an hallucination, rather that the real Kalon.

"That’s not fair," she muttered. "You can’t just say that while I’m in these. I look silly..."

"No, you don’t..."

"Yes I do. You know it."

"You look beautiful Daisy."

Daisy’s breath caught. Whatever sharp reply she had ready died on the way out.

Kalon crossed the room, took the blanket out of her hands, and pulled her forward by the waistband of the shorts.

Daisy made a small sound but did not fight him. He turned her onto her hands and knees on the bed, flower top still on, and dragged the shorts and underwear down in one go until they tangled around one thigh.

"Kalon—"

"Stay there."

She stayed.

He freed himself, rubbed the head of his cock against her fat pink pussy once, and found her already wet enough that he would hardly need to push in order to enter her.

Daisy dropped her head toward the mattress with a shaky breath. Her bare ass was up in the cool room air, soft and full, flower-print fabric still wrinkled around her chest and one thigh.

Kalon pushed in hard anyway, one thrust to the hilt, and her whole frame rocked forward on the bed.

A broken noise left her throat.

He fucked her roughly from the start, giving her no time to warm up. He gave her deep strokes that made her ass slap back against him and forced the flower pyjama top to swing around her breasts.

Daisy gripped the sheets. Each thrust pushed another sound out of her, half muffled by the mattress, pink gems flickering brighter on her scalp as the sleep fully left her body.

"Too early— ah— you’re too rough—"

"You can take it."

"I just woke up—"

Kalon took a fistful of the pyjama top at her back and used it to hold her in place while he drove into her harder.

Daisy’s soft breasts dragged under the fabric with every impact. Her knees slid wider on the bed. The wet sound of him fucking her filled the quiet morning room, blunt and steady, and whatever command voice she used on soldiers was nowhere in it.

Her fingers twisted in the sheets. Every time he bottomed out, her body gave a small jolt and another moan slipped out of her.

She pushed back onto him despite the complaint, ass up, face down, flower prints wrinkled under his fist. Her shaved head stayed bowed between her shoulders.

Every hard stroke forced a small broken sound out of her, and her pussy clenched around him like her body had finally woken up.

The bed shifted under them. Outside the tent walls, camp was only just starting to move, distant and unimportant.

Kalon kept the pace rough and deep, hips meeting her ass with a steady slap, fucking her through the flower pyjamas in the dim room while Daisy took it on her hands and knees like she was a pet that belonged to him.