Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates

The kiss stretched, long and exhausting, until she pulled back, a thin string of saliva glinting between them, her breath ragged as she smiled down at him.

"But you have to promise me something," she said, her voice firm despite the flush on her cheeks. "Be careful—come back at the faintest hint of danger."

"I will—I promise," Syn replied, his voice steady, his hazel eyes earnest as he rested his hands on her hips, the towel's edge brushing his fingers.

"I've got friends in the Kingdom too," he added, a spark of hope lighting his tone. "I need to let them know I'm alive—they'll help us."

Vera's brow arched, skepticism flickering in her purple gaze. "Can you really trust them now?"

Syn hesitated, his confidence wavering. "Um… yes, I can," he said, though his tone faltered slightly, a shadow of doubt creeping in.

"Your hesitation doesn't help your case. I'll keep an eye on them from here," Vera declared, her voice cutting through his uncertainty. "I don't trust them." Her directness was unwavering.

"Okay, as you wish," Syn conceded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "So when do I go?"

"As soon as your ankles are fixed," she said, her smile returning as she leaned in, her lips hovering close to his, her breath warm against his skin.

"They will be soon—if you don't break them again, that is," he teased, his voice light as he tilted his head, matching her closeness.

"Shut up, you deserved that," Vera shot back, her grin widening as she hovered an inch from his lips, her purple eyes glinting with mischief.

Then she closed the gap, kissing him again, softer this time, a lingering press that sealed their pact with a quiet intimacy. Her hands slid to his shoulders, steadying herself as the steam thickened around them, the tub's water sloshing faintly beneath her weight.

When she pulled back, her smile spread her face, and she rose, lifting Syn with a strength that belied her frame.

"Let's take a bath."

She set him into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping him with a gentle splash, his body soaking through as he settled against the curved edge.

Vera's hands moved to her towel, tugging it free with a casual flick, letting it drop to the tiles in a soft heap. Her naked body came into view—fair skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat and steam, her curves stark against the bathroom's dim light, her purple hair clinging to her shoulders in damp strands.

She stepped into the tub, the water rippling as she lowered herself, not opposite him as he'd expected, but directly onto his lap, her hips pressed on his thighs, her warmth pressing against him in the cramped space.

"Vera?!" Syn exclaimed. He thought that she would sit opposite to him, but not on him directly.

"Stop yelling," Vera murmured, her voice a soft command as she settled more comfortably onto Syn's lap, the bathtub's warm water lapping at their thighs.

Her fair skin pressed against him, her purple hair spilling over her shoulders, damp strands clinging to her back as she shifted, finding her balance.

"Now, help me bathe—I'm tired and sweaty," she said, her tone a mix of exhaustion and eager anticipation, her purple eyes glinting with a playful spark as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze.

Syn swallowed hard, his throat tightening as his vision filled with her—her hair brushing his face, the delicate curve of her nape, and from his vantage point above, the gentle swell of her breasts, flushed red from the steam and her own heat.

She was radiant, her fair complexion glowing under the bathroom's dim light, and the sight sent a shiver of excitement through him, his breath catching in his chest.

"Okay, fine," he managed, his voice rough as he reached for the handheld water pump nearby, his fingers fumbling slightly as he adjusted its nozzle.

He squeezed the pump, a steady stream of warm water cascading over her head, darkening her purple hair as it plastered to her scalp and shoulders.

She sighed, a faint hum of contentment escaping her lips as he set the pump aside, squirting a dollop of shampoo into his palms. He worked it into a frothy lather, his fingers threading through her hair, massaging her scalp with careful, relaxing strokes.

The citrus scent filled the air, mingling with the steam as he rinsed her clean, water trickling down her back in glistening rivulets.

"Now, my body," Vera said, her voice eager, almost impatient, as she reached for the drain, releasing most of the tub's water with a quick twist.

The sudden shift left them in a shallow puddle, her fair skin slick and gleaming as she leaned back against him, her anticipation palpable.

"I'm doing it—don't hurry, calm down," Syn replied, a faint tremor in his hands betraying his own excitement as he pumped body wash into his palms, the soap's minty tang cutting through the humid air.

He rubbed his hands together, creating a thick lather, and started with her back, his palms gliding over her smooth, fair skin, tracing the curve of her spine with a slow, methodical rhythm.

Her muscles relaxed under his touch, a soft moan slipping from her lips as he moved to her arms, scrubbing gently from her shoulders to her wrists, the soap foaming into perfect peaks.

His hands slid to her toned stomach next, fingers splaying across her taut skin, and he marveled at the sensation—smooth, warm, alive beneath his touch.

It was his first time bathing someone like this, an intimate act he navigated by instinct, letting the flow guide him as Vera's occasional sighs fueled the heat coiling in his gut.

"Hey, how long are you gonna scrub my stomach?" Vera teased, her voice eager, edged with a playful challenge. "You're missing a spot." Her purple eyes flicked back to him, a smirk tugging at her lips, and Syn's pulse quickened, a grin curling his own.

His hands glided upward, tentative at first, then bolder as he cupped her breasts from beneath, lifting them slightly as if weighing their softness.

"Ahn~" Vera let out a cute, muffled sound—a squeak she tried to suppress, her fair cheeks flushing deeper.

"What happened?" Syn asked, his tone innocent but laced with mischief as he paused, his thumbs resting just below her nipples.

"Oh, nothing—continue," she said, her voice shaky, a tremor of excitement betraying her attempt at nonchalance.

Syn's grin widened—he'd found a game to play. He resumed, his soapy hands circling her breasts in slow, deliberate spirals, the lather slick and slippery as he teased her skin.

Every so often, his fingers flicked across her nipples—small, deliberate brushes that made her flinch, her body jolting with each touch as cute squeaks and moans spilled from her lips, echoing faintly off the tiles.

"Should I stop?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, as he lingered on her breasts, his touch growing more erotic, more deliberate.

"No," Vera breathed, her response immediate, her purple eyes half-lidded as she leaned into him, her fair skin burning hot against his chest.

Encouraged, Syn continued, his hands roaming with purpose, kneading and scrubbing her breasts until the soap glistened across her torso.

Then, without warning, his arms slid downward, catching her off-guard as he traced her lower abdomen, his fingers massaging the taut plane of her stomach before dipping to her upper thighs.

"Wait!" Vera gasped, her voice sharp with surprise, her thighs tensing beneath his touch.