Chapter 8: Moon Patrol (and Leaking Obligations)

The Moon was as welcoming as ever — cold, dusty, and crawling with Hive horrors that smelled like regret and chitin. The fireteam had been deployed for a “routine” patrol: scan some anomalous signals near the Hellmouth, clear out a few Thrall nests, and not die horribly.

Routine, of course, was now complicated by Kira’s new status.

She walked a half-step behind Vane the entire dropship ride down, thighs clenched tightly together. Every time the ship hit turbulence, a soft, embarrassed whimper escaped her. Vane’s latest load was still deep inside her, slowly leaking into the crotch of her Hunter armor.

Jax noticed immediately, of course.

“Yo, Kira,” the Titan rumbled as they stepped out onto the lunar surface, “you’re walking like you got a whole Gjallarhorn round stuck up there. You good?”

Kira’s cheeks burned under her visor. The old her would’ve flipped him off and cloaked away. The new her just looked up at Vane for permission.

Vane placed a possessive hand on the small of her back. “Answer him, Hunter.”

“I’m ... still full of Alpha’s cum,” she admitted quietly, voice submissive and slightly breathy over comms. “It keeps dripping every time I move. I can feel it running down my legs inside the suit.”

Jax let out a metallic laugh that echoed across the crater. “This is the best patrol I’ve ever been on. Ten glimmer says she leaves a trail like a wounded Thrall.”