CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 228: ALL NIGHT (18+)

"Brother... are you inside?" Lara’s drowsy voice cut through the haze, a faint echo from beyond the blurred glass door, her shadow looming, a child’s silhouette in a lustful world.

Atlas’s eyes racked up, his heart beating faster, a drumbeat of panic and guilt. Eli, lost in her own fire, her mind numb from the rush of their connection, leaned closer, her breath hot against his jaw. "...Atla..." she began, her voice a sultry murmur, but Atlas covered her mouth, his hand firm but trembling, silencing her.

"...Taking a shower, Lara..." he voiced calmly, his tone a mask, the water’s roar drowning his racing pulse. The steam thickened, the lavender scent fading under Eli’s musk, a heady mix that pressed against his resolve.

A sudden pause followed, a yawn echoing from outside. "...I heard weird noises..." Lara voiced, her tone sleepy but curious, a child’s innocence clashing with the war’s weight.

Atlas racked his brain, his jaw clenching, water streaming down his face, mingling with sweat and shower. Eli, undeterred, sucked his fingers, her lips teasing, her eyes ever more seductive, an ashy flame that dared him to break.

’She’s doing this on purpose,’ he thought, a contradiction stabbing his gut—

"Just... slapping myself for... leaving you back then..." he voiced, his words strained, a lie to shield them both. The water pounded his back, scalding, a punishment he welcomed, the cold stone under his feet grounding him against her heat.

Eli came forward, the shower pouring over her, soaking her robe, the silk translucent now, clinging to her skin. She bit his neck, her teeth grazing, a spark of pain that made his breath hitch, her hand sliding lower, teasing his waist, stirring the beast within him.

Her bite was fierce, but his skin, soft yet unscratchable, a Kryptonian gift, resisted her mark. The steam curled around them, a ghostly shroud, the lamp’s flicker casting their shadows in a wild dance—a broken chain, a symbol of the bonds they couldn’t escape.

"...Don’t do that... how long are you going to stay there...?" Lara asked, her voice muffled, her shadow still looming through the blurred glass, a reminder of innocence in a world of sin.

Eli’s hand moved, bold and deliberate, her fingers brushing him, a touch that made his body betray him, his resolve fraying like a worn rope. "Oh..." she began to moan, but Atlas covered her mouth again, his hand shaking, silencing her as she pressed closer, her body moving against his, her eyes locked on his, daring him to surrender.

’...She’s playing with fire,’ Atlas thought, feeling her warmth, her defiance, a grip that threatened to unravel him. He wanted to push her away, to protect Lara’s innocence, to honor Claire’s vow, but the noise—their breaths, the water’s roar—would no longer convince the naïve Lara, a child turned warrior, scarred by trauma yet still pure.

"...Is there somebody with you... I think I hear..." Lara voiced, her tone wavering, suspicion creeping into her drowsiness.

"Lara..." Atlas called abruptly, his voice cutting through the steam, a desperate anchor. "You are tired... you have been through so mucchh..." His words ended with an uncontrollable moan, a crack in his façade, his body trembling under Eli’s touch. The water burned, the steam a veil, the sulphur scent a reminder of the war outside, pressing in.

"...You are hearing things... I was trying to sing a song... trying to voice like the... lady singer..." he finally explained, his voice strained, a lie woven from desperation.

Eli smiled, amazed to see him struggle, revealing a vulnerable face she’d never seen—a crack in his armor, a man torn between duty and desire. The sight made her pulse quicken, her body responding, a heat that matched the shower’s scalding spray. ’...He’s mine, not theirs,’ she thought, pride and possession surging, her hands gripping him tighter, her lips grazing his neck, a silent claim.

Lara yawned again, her shadow shifting. "Okay... don’t stay too long... you might get sick... I’m gonna go to my room now... good night..." she voiced, her words slurring, her footsteps fading as she left, a child retreating from a world too heavy for her.

"...Good night..." Atlas voiced, ever so softly, his breath a sigh of relief, the water washing away his guilt but not his sin. Lara was still just a child—a warrior, a mature soul who’d faced trauma after trauma, turning sixteen soon, yet clinging to innocence he swore to protect.

He turned to Eli, his golden eyes burning, a storm of rage and want. "...You... are you doing this on purpose?" he voiced, his tone low, a growl that vibrated through the steam.

Eli smiled, wicked and unyielding. "Yes... what are you gonna do about it?" Her voice was a challenge, her ashy eyes glinting, daring him to act.

Atlas spun her, pushing her chest against the glass door, the impact sending a spray of water, her robe slipping to the floor. He pulled her hips closer, his hands gripping her waist, his breath hot against her ear. "...Punishment... you will not walk tomorrow. I will promise you that," he whispered, his voice a vow, a threat, a surrender.

With those words, he pressed himself against her, not with violence but with a desperate intensity, his hands roaming her back, her skin slick with water, her body arching into his. His staff plunged oh so deep.

"Ahhhhh!" Eli cried, her voice a mix of defiance and surrender, her hands bracing against the glass, the steam swallowing her moan. The shower poured, a relentless roar, drowning the war outside but not the war within them.

Atlas moved, not soft but deliberate, his grip firm, his heart pounding with guilt and need.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ohhhh... Atlas!!... oh God!!!" Eli’s voice echoed, a symphony of passion, but Atlas had cast a silent barrier, a spell learned from Merlin, muffling their sounds from the world beyond. The glass trembled under her hands, the water scalding, the sulphur scent a faint undercurrent now, overwhelmed by their heat.

She screamed with pleasure, her body responding, a fire that matched his own. ’I shouldn’t want this...too much...but,’ she thought, a flicker of doubt, but she craved his attention, his love, his claim, even if it came with pain. His hands slapped her hips, a sharp sting that made her gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure that fueled her fire.

"Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!!... ahhh!!!" she moaned, her voice breaking, her body trembling as waves of sensation crashed over her, her legs weakening, numb from the intensity. Atlas didn’t stop, lifting her by her hips, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms clinging to his shoulders, their bodies pressed together under the shower’s relentless spray.

The depth of their connection hit her, a completeness that filled the voids of her life, a puzzle piece slotting into place. "...Atla!!!... fuck me!!... ahhh!" she cried, her voice raw, pleading, her eyes locked on his, blue flames burning through the steam.

Atlas felt the pressure building, his resolve crumbling, his body curling with need. Eli sensed it, her hands tightening, urging him on. "Cum... cum inside me..." she voiced, her words a desperate command, her body trembling against his.

He didn’t think—couldn’t think—holding her tight, pressing closer, their breaths mingling, a final surge of intensity. "Oohhh!!" he groaned, his voice a raw echo, matched by her.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" as they collided, their connection a fire that consumed them both, the water washing away the evidence but, not the weight.

Eli clung to him, powerless, her body writhing with aftershocks, her breath ragged, her eyes half-closed, glazed with satisfaction. She hoped she’d never forget this, the way he filled her world, her heart, her soul.

A strange pulse flickered in the air—a notification,

[Genesis seed planted]

—but Atlas ignored it, his focus on her, her warmth against his chest.

He set her down gently, letting her rest against him, the shower still trickling over them, a soft contrast to their fire. "...Atlas... that was... sooooo so good," she weakly voiced, her breath a whisper, her body spent.

Atlas smiled, a faint curve of his lips, his hand brushing her wet hair, his body stirring again, a spark of unspent desire. "The night is long... and there’s more punishment to be given..." he voiced, his tone low, a promise that hung in the air.

Eli smiled, and through out the whole night, Eli’s moan echoed, locked within Atlas’s room. A reunion, which both of them didn’t voice, but their heart wanted it ever so more.