The singularity was gone. Just a fading scar in space where reality had almost torn itself apart. The empire called it victory, but the Awakening Protocol had done more than stabilize variance.
It had cranked every sex drive into overdrive. Casual brushes of skin sent jolts straight to the crotch. Empathic links turned every fuck into a group event.
Some pilots started seeing seconds ahead right when they were about to cum. Others could bench-press a fighter after blowing a load. The whole fleet felt raw, horny, and unstoppable.
Elara ordered a full stand-down at the shattered singularity site. Two days of "stabilization leave." Nobody pretended it was rest. The corridors filled with the sound of bodies slapping and voices screaming.
On the flagship's royal suite, Elara, Elizabeth, and the matriarch locked the doors and stripped. The room stank of sweat and pussy within minutes.
