The Starlance hummed through the Shadow Veil, its starfire runes casting a faint glow against the nebula's oppressive darkness. Zevryn Thaloryn stood in the ship's armory, his violet eyes burning with a mix of rage and hunger as he cleaned the blood from his starfire sword. His black obsidian armor was still torn from the shadow beast's attack, the gashes on his back now bandaged but throbbing with every movement. His white hair was loose, strands sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead, and his silver tattoos pulsed with a restless energy that mirrored the storm in his veins. The interrogation had yielded answers—Councilor Varn, a Noctarys traitor, and Drayce Korath's mining station—but it had also deepened his mistrust of Lysara, even as his desire for her consumed him.Lysara Veyne entered the armory, her shadowweave armor repaired but still clinging to her curves like a second skin, the black material shimmering with an eerie luminescence. Her dark hair was pulled back, revealing the sharp lines of her face, and her amber eyes glowed with a predatory intensity. The air between them crackled, the memory of their brutal fuck in the interrogation chamber still fresh—her pussy clenching around his cock, her screams echoing with his roars. But now, with the ship on course for Drayce's mining station, their hunger took on a new edge, a primal need to devour each other in every way possible."You look like you want to kill me," Lysara said, her voice a sultry challenge as she approached, her hips swaying with deliberate intent. "Or fuck me again. Which is it, prince?"Zevryn's smirk was feral, his starfire flaring as he set the sword aside and grabbed her by the throat, pinning her against the armory wall. "Both," he growled, his lips crashing into hers in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, biting hard enough to draw blood. She moaned, her shadow magic swirling around them, amplifying the sensation as she bit back, her teeth sinking into his lower lip until he tasted copper. His dick hardened instantly, straining against his armor, and he ground himself against her, feeling the heat of her cunt through the shadowweave."Fuck, you taste good," Lysara gasped, licking the blood from his lip, her tongue tracing the wound before diving into his mouth again. She sucked on his tongue, slurping greedily, drinking in his essence as her hands tore at his armor, exposing his muscular chest. Her nails raked across his tattoos, drawing fresh blood, and she dropped to her knees, her mouth latching onto the cuts, licking and slurping the crimson trails, moaning as she drank his blood like it was wine.Zevryn groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling hard as he watched her feast on him. "You're a fucking animal," he rasped, his voice thick with lust as she bit into his chest, her teeth sinking deep, drawing more blood for her to lick up. Her tongue swirled over his nipple, biting and sucking, slurping every drop of sweat and blood, her amber eyes locked on his as she devoured him."Only for you," Lysara purred, her hands sliding down to free his cock, already dripping with pre-cum. She licked her lips, her shadow magic coiling around his dick like a caress, and then she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, slurping up his juices with a hungry moan. She sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, biting just enough to make him hiss, her mouth a wet, hot vise as she drank him down, every inch of him claimed by her greedy lips.Zevryn's head fell back, his starfire flaring, the armory bathed in a glow of light as he fucked her mouth, his hips thrusting hard. "That's it, princess," he growled, his voice rough. "Drink every fucking drop." She moaned around him, her pussy dripping onto the floor as she worked him, her hands cupping his balls, squeezing as she slurped and sucked, her throat taking him deep until he came with a roar, his cum spilling into her mouth. She drank it all, licking her lips as she pulled back, her eyes glowing with satisfaction.But Zevryn wasn't done. He hauled her up, tearing at her shadowweave until her cunt was exposed, dripping wet and swollen from arousal. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue plunging into her pussy with a savage hunger. "My turn," he growled against her, licking and slurping her juices, her taste a mix of salt and sweetness that drove him wild. He bit her clit, making her scream, her shadow magic flaring as he sucked hard, drinking her essence like a man starved. Her cum coated his tongue, and he drank every drop, his teeth grazing her inner thighs, biting and licking the sensitive skin until she was trembling, her hands pulling at his hair as she came again, her juices flooding his mouth.They collapsed to the floor, panting, their bodies slick with sweat, blood, and cum, their magic swirling around them in a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Zevryn pulled her against him, his lips finding hers in a slower, deeper kiss, tasting their mingled juices as they licked and slurped each other's mouths, drinking in every inch of their shared essence. "We're a fucking mess," he murmured, his voice hoarse, his hand cupping her face as he bit her lip gently, licking the blood that welled up."The best kind," Lysara replied, her voice a satisfied purr as she licked his jaw, slurping up the sweat and blood, her shadow magic cooling his wounds. "Now let's go kill some bastards."The Starlance arrived at Drayce Korath's mining station just as the nebula's haze thickened, shadow beasts circling in the distance. The station was a hulking mass of rusted metal and flickering lights, its defenses manned by mercenaries armed with plasma rifles and shadowsteel blades. Zevryn led the assault, his dragon riders raining starfire from above, their celestial dragons roaring as they burned through the outer turrets. Lysara fought at his side, her shadow magic a deadly force as she summoned tendrils to crush the mercenaries' skulls, their screams cut short as blood sprayed across the station's hull.Inside, the station was a labyrinth of corridors and cargo bays, the air thick with the stench of oil and death. Zevryn and Lysara moved as a unit, their magic a perfect balance—his starfire burning through enemies, her shadows strangling them before they could scream. They reached the central chamber, where Drayce Korath waited, his mechanical eye glowing red, his black hair slick with sweat. Beside him stood Kaelith Ryn, her crimson hair a stark contrast to the dull metal walls, a poisoned dagger in her hand."You're persistent, I'll give you that," Drayce sneered, his voice a low growl as he raised a shadowsteel axe. "But you're too late. The Starheart's location is already mine."Zevryn's starfire sword blazed to life, his tattoos glowing as he charged. "Then I'll carve it out of you," he roared, his blade clashing against Drayce's axe in a shower of sparks. The warlord was strong, his mechanical arm enhancing his strikes, but Zevryn was faster, his starfire burning through Drayce's defenses. He slashed across Drayce's chest, drawing a spray of blood, and then drove his sword through the warlord's shoulder, pinning him to the wall. Blood gushed from the wound, soaking the floor, and Drayce's scream echoed through the chamber as Zevryn twisted the blade, tearing through muscle and bone.Lysara faced Kaelith, her shadow magic clashing with the lieutenant's poison-coated dagger. Kaelith was quick, her strikes precise, but Lysara was a force of nature, her shadows wrapping around Kaelith's wrist and snapping it with a sickening crunch. The dagger fell, and Lysara drove her own shadowsteel blade into Kaelith's stomach, twisting it as blood poured out, the crimson mixing with the green poison. Kaelith gasped, her eyes wide with pain, and Lysara leaned in, licking the blood from her cheek, slurping it up with a dark smile. "Traitor," she whispered, before slashing Kaelith's throat, the woman's body slumping to the ground in a pool of blood.Drayce, still pinned by Zevryn's sword, laughed, a wet, choking sound. "You think you've won?" he rasped, blood bubbling from his lips. "Councilor Varn… he's already on his way… to the Starheart… you're fucked, prince." Zevryn roared, pulling his sword free and driving it through Drayce's heart, the warlord's body jerking once before going still, his mechanical eye dimming as the life left him.The chamber was silent, the air thick with the scent of blood and death. Zevryn and Lysara stood amidst the carnage, their bodies trembling with adrenaline and the afterglow of their earlier passion. They turned to each other, their eyes locking, and without a word, they closed the distance, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, licking and slurping the blood and sweat from each other's faces, drinking in the taste of their victory."We need to move," Lysara said at last, her voice hoarse as she licked a trail of blood from Zevryn's neck, slurping it up with a moan. "Varn can't get to the Starheart first."Zevryn nodded, his hand gripping her ass as he bit her ear, drawing a fresh bead of blood that he sucked greedily. "Together," he growled, his starfire flaring as they turned to leave the chamber, their hunger for each other matched only by their thirst for vengeance.Outside the station, Mira Tselvar watched from her stolen ship, her green eyes wide as she saw the destruction Zevryn and Lysara had wrought. The nineteen-year-old thief clutched her holo-map, her heart pounding as she realized the Starheart was closer than ever—and the path to it was soaked in blood. She set her course for Aeltharion, determined to beat them to the prize, even if it meant facing the wrath of two lovers who devoured each other as fiercely as they killed.
