Glimmer, Guts, and Grimoir Book 1
Copyright© 2026 by Sorrowfullvirgin27
Chapter 7: The Long Ride Home (and Kira’s New Protocol)
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Long Ride Home (and Kira’s New Protocol) - A parody of destiny 1 and 2 with a slightly slow start with quirks and lots of lemons
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fan Fiction Space Magic BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Lactation Massage Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Body Modification Public Sex Size Small Breasts Royalty Transformation AI Generated
The journey back to the Tower aboard their beat-up jumpship was anything but quiet.
Kira sat in the co-pilot seat, legs crossed tightly, still feeling the warm, sticky evidence of Vane’s “royal treatment” leaking slowly into her undersuit. Every shift of her hips reminded her of how thoroughly she’d been bred. The Hunter who once mocked everything now kept stealing glances at Vane, cheeks faintly flushed under her visor.
Vane, still glowing faintly with post-Awoken exertion, tried to act normal. He was reviewing mission data on a holographic pad, but his eyes kept drifting to Kira.
Jax was in the back, pretending to calibrate his auto-rifle while humming loudly. “So ... anyone else need coolant? Because I’m pretty sure the life support system is working overtime after that show.”
“Shut it, toaster,” Kira muttered, but there was no bite in it. Her voice came out softer than usual. Almost ... obedient.
Vane noticed immediately. He set the pad down and turned toward her, voice low and carrying that new Alpha edge Mara had helped unlock.
“Kira. Come here.”
She hesitated for half a second — old instincts — then unclipped her harness and moved to him. The moment she was within reach, Vane pulled her into his lap, facing him. Her cloak fell open, revealing the disheveled armor underneath.
“You’ve been squirming since we left the Reef,” he said, one hand sliding up her thigh.
“Something you want to say, Hunter?”
Kira bit her lip, eyes dropping. The submission wasn’t forced — it was like a switch had flipped. The same woman who used to vanish mid-conversation and loot corpses now melted under his tone.
“I ... I can still feel you inside me,” she whispered. “All that cum your Queen milked out of you. It’s ... a lot.”
Vane’s hand slipped between her legs, pressing against the soaked fabric of her suit. “Good. That’s exactly where it belongs. You submitted so beautifully for me. Calling me Alpha. Begging.”
Jax whistled from the back. “Damn. Mara really rewired her. Usually she’d have stabbed you for saying that.”
Kira shot Jax a weak glare, but when Vane’s fingers pressed harder against her clit through the fabric, her head fell against his shoulder with a needy whimper.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” she murmured — the words coming easier now. “I used to run my mouth so much...”
Vane chuckled darkly, kissing her neck. “You still can. But only when I allow it. Right now, I want you quiet and dripping for the rest of this flight. Understand?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
She rocked slowly against his hand, grinding with restrained desperation. Vane kept one arm around her waist, holding her in place while the other worked her through the suit until she was shaking.
“Tell Jax how it feels,” Vane ordered softly.
Kira’s voice trembled. “It feels ... good. I’m so full of him. Every bump in hyperspace makes more leak out. I want to be good for him.”
Jax’s optics widened. “This is the best mission ever. Ten out of ten. Would watch Warlock prostate milking again.”
By the time they docked at the Tower, Kira was a mess — submissive, needy, and walking with a noticeable stiffness in her step. As they stepped onto the landing pad, she stayed half a pace behind Vane instead of leading like she used to.
Later, in the Fireteam’s Shared Quarters
The door had barely sealed before Vane had Kira pressed against the wall.
“Strip,” he commanded.
Kira obeyed without sarcasm. Cloak, armor plates, undersuit — all of it hit the floor until she stood naked, thighs glistening, breasts heaving. She dropped to her knees instinctively, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes.
Vane stroked her hair. “Look at you. My proud Nightstalker, on her knees for her Alpha. Mara did excellent work.”
He freed himself, still half-hard from the flight. Kira leaned in immediately, taking him into her mouth with eager, submissive devotion — no teasing, no power play, just worship.
“That’s it,” Vane groaned, guiding her head.
“Deeper. Show me how grateful you are for all that seed I gave you.”
Jax lounged on the couch nearby, openly watching. “You gonna breed her again? She’s still leaking from last time.”
Vane smirked, thrusting gently into Kira’s throat. “Multiple times. I want her walking funny during our next patrol. Maybe put a baby Guardian in her if the Light allows it.”
Kira moaned loudly around his cock at the words, sucking harder. The submissive dynamic had taken root deep — every “Alpha,” every order, every possessive touch made her wetter.
When Vane finally bent her over the bunk and took her again, Kira kept repeating the same broken phrases between moans:
“Yes, Alpha—
Harder, please—
I’m yours—
Breed your Hunter—”
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