Medallion
Copyright© 2026 by EveryDenial
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - One stolen medallion. Six girls. Several pit-stops. So many orgasms. Kayden didn't plan on becoming a hero. He planned on getting his medallion back from the girl who spent three months in his bed pretending to love him. But the galaxy had other plans, and now he's leading a crew of misfits on a mission that's equal parts heist, rescue, and the most chaotic road trip the stars have ever seen. This book contains explicit sexual content, morally flexible characters, and an android who keeps score
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft Consensual Science Fiction Space Ghost Group Sex Harem Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Small Breasts Prostitution
The sun on Rosalia was doing what it always did. Being obscenely, almost offensively beautiful. The pink sand stretched out in every direction, warm and fine beneath their feet, the turquoise water lapping at the shore in lazy, rhythmic waves that caught the light and scattered it into a thousand tiny diamonds. The sky was its usual cloudless pink, the air was warm and sweet with tropical flowers, and somewhere behind them the Pink Pearl Resort hummed with a life it had never known before. Kayden lay on a lounge chair, his swim trunks low on his hips, his bare chest catching the sun. His hand rested on the medallion that still hung around his neck, a habit he’d developed since Sloo-gata. Not because he was using it. He’d kept his word on that. The hum was silent, the connection dormant. He just liked knowing it was there. Knowing it was his again. Beside him, Rina lay on her own lounge chair in a pair of black board shorts that sat low enough on her hips to show the sharp V of her pelvis, and nothing else. Her small, firm breasts were bare to the Rosalia sun, her pink nipples hardening slightly in the ocean breeze. Her lean, toned stomach rose and fell with each slow breath, the muscles beneath her skin defined from years of a life that demanded constant readiness, even when she was supposed to be relaxing. Her black hair was loose, still damp from a swim, splayed across the chair behind her head. Her golden eyes were hidden behind a pair of oversized sunglasses she’d bought from a beach vendor that morning, the kind that made her look like she was either a celebrity or an assassin. Knowing Rina, the ambiguity was intentional. Her skin had taken on a warm glow over the past two days, not quite a tan but getting there, a softening of her usual paleness that made her look less like a girl who lived inside a cockpit and more like a girl who belonged on a beach. A thin gold chain hung around her neck, a new addition she’d bought for herself on the first day, claiming it “matched the dress I’m never wearing again.” It rested between her bare breasts, catching the light whenever she breathed. She looked, for the first time since Kayden had known her, genuinely relaxed.
“I still can’t believe you bought the entire hotel.” She said, not moving, not opening her eyes behind the sunglasses.
“Resort.” He corrected. “I bought the entire resort.”
“You bought. The entire. Resort.” She repeated each word separately, as if testing whether they’d become less insane with emphasis. They didn’t. “The Pink Pearl Resort. Every room. Every pool. Every restaurant. Every spa. Every beach cabana. Every minibar. Every overpriced towel shaped like a fucking swan.”
“The swans were included in the purchase price.” He said. “I checked.”
“Kayden.” She pushed the sunglasses up onto her forehead and turned her head to look at him, her golden eyes squinting against the sun. “You spent ... how much?”
“Two hundred million credits for the property.” He said casually. “Another five hundred million in an operational fund to keep it running for the next five years. Staff salaries, food, medical supplies, counselling services, the works.” He shrugged. “We still have over four billion left. That’s plenty.”
“Plenty.” She repeated, her voice flat. “Four billion credits is ‘plenty.’ I grew up stealing fuel cells to eat, and my boyfriend just dropped a nearly a billion on a beach hotel and called the change ‘plenty.’”
“It’s not a beach hotel anymore.” He said. “It’s a recovery centre. Five hundred and twelve girls are sleeping in real beds tonight, eating real food, seeing a real sky for the first time in months. Some of them haven’t been outside since they were recruited.” He looked over at the resort behind them, at the sprawling, white-washed buildings that now housed the girls they’d pulled from the obsidian vault. Through the open windows he could see movement, the girls running around naked and free, trying on different bikini’s until they found one they liked, adapting to a world with colour and warmth and choices. “Besides, 2102 was thrilled. I think I made that little robot’s year. He practically short-circuited when I told him I was buying the place.”
“He asked if he got to keep his job.” Rina laughed. “Three times.”
“He gets to keep his job. All the staff do. Same pay, same hours, same work-life balance that Zlara was jealous of. The only difference is that instead of tourists, they’re serving survivors.” He settled deeper into his chair. “The IBJ is sending a processing team next week. Social workers, psychologists, translators, people who actually know how to help girls who’ve been through what they’ve been through. Until then, Zlara and Ayumi are handling it.” As if on cue, Zlara walked past their chairs carrying a tray of fruit and cold drinks, once again wearing her black one-piece bathing suit that looked both modest and revealing. A line of three young Zorphan girls followed behind her like blue ducklings. She was talking to them in a low, warm voice, her silver eyes kind, her hands gesturing as she pointed out different parts of the resort. One of the girls, the smallest, had her blue hand wrapped tightly around Zlara’s fingers and showed no signs of letting go.