The Prime Princess

Hermione stood before barbs. Cold steel and titanium held the prisoner from escaping. Guards were watching all the exits, keeping an eye on Major Draconis. The blond was lying on the ground. Bruises stood out clearly on his pale skin, few cuts added more contrast to the whole picture.

She looked at him for a long time not saying a word. She studied him from distance, taking notice of his bloody knuckles and a handprint around his neck. Hermione visualized the struggle in her mind by seeing the evidence of force used upon him. Finally she crouched down to be almost in eye level with him.

“Draconis, she’s gone. I no longer host Morgan or others,” told Hermione, hoping he’d understand that the entity of Morrigan was destroyed. None of them had survived, their consciousness ripped out to make room for her – Hera – the witch goddess. She was in charge of her mind again but the combined life source she shared with countless deceased Rage Walkers before her continued to be in her power.

Major Draconis just stared into nothingness. He was in a catatonic state and nothing seemed to bring him out of the place he had locked himself in.

“Cith didn’t change her so much as you believed. Morgan just took her lead but believe me – she loved you till the end,” said Hermione. Major didn’t react and that made Hermione to give an order to guards. Few seconds later she stepped into the cell and commanded everyone else to leave from sight.

“Fine, have it your way,” huffed Hermione and grabbed at his clothes and dragged him up enough to give him a long and demanding kiss. Major was too dazed to notice what was going on at first but the familiar feeling he had thought was no longer possible brought him back. He recognized the need he had buried deep inside and with no hesitation he released it.

Hermione smirked against his lips as he responded to her but then he took over the situation and suddenly she was pinned beneath him. With one smooth movement he slide her legs open with his knee and settled between her thighs. Coming up for air, he looked down on her with a devilish smile on his lips as he descended to kiss her jaw line along the way to her neck and collarbone.

“Wanted you so long,” growled Draconis as his hands slithered over her body, feeling every curve there was to touch. Hermione moaned and felt terrible for finding it arousing. She also had let Cith change her too much and there was no turning back. Her hands went around his neck and over his back to pull him closer for more contact. Her fingernails dug through the sheer material of his shirt into his skin, making Draconis hiss from the sensation.

“I’m someone else’s,” she whispered dragging him up by his long hair and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“You’re mine now,” growled Draconis. Hermione smirked and found leverage to twist them around and straddle him. His hands came to rest on her thighs, clutching hard onto her flesh like fearing of loosing her.

“Not until we get outta here,” said Hermione with a wicked smile when Draconis sat up to pull her flush against him. His eyes shined like quicksilver and Hermione felt like she could get lost in those.

“Off Atlantis,” added Hermione and wiggled her ass against his crotch feeling his hardness. Draconis breathed hard while trying to think but it was useless. She had turned him on and it distracted him too much.

“Sure.”
***
Calimea was a Cruiser waiting in the docking bay for her captain to return. She belonged to Major Draconis who had earned the right to fly her. So far she had won lots of points in the eyes of General Lucianus, the Commander of Atlantis Fleet.

Hermione admired Calimea from distance. Draconis stood behind her and watched their backs. Calimea was under arrest and that’s why she had no crew or support personnel on board. Atlantis’ guards patrolled around her with determined looks on their faces for any trouble that may come. They probably had already heard of Major Draconis’ escape via radio.

“Let’s get around them,” whispered Hermione turning around and looking at the floor. Solid steel. But above the air vents it was covered with grid. Hermione grinned and tugged at Draconis onto move.
***
Service tunnels were deserted. Few flickering lights showed the way when Hermione and Major Draconis moved in the direction where Calimea was. Down there was awfully quiet and that bothered Hermione somehow. She only heard their own footsteps and some very distant conversations from above.

Going on she suddenly felt something running over her foot. Looking down she saw nothing but the feeling didn’t go away.

“Do you have rats down here?” she asked.

“I think no. Atlantis keeps herself free of pests,” said Draconis but looked around and then he realized. “But she has surveillance robots.”

“Excuse me?”

Draconis showed some light into the dark corners with his flashlight and Hermione spotted a spider-looking little robot staring them with one big eye.

“So, Atlantis already knows we are down here?” asked Hermione.

“Maybe, but she hasn’t executed necessary measures to take us out of here,” said Draconis and kept walking half the step behind her.

“And they’d be?”

“Tactical androids would ‘escort’ us to surface with all the means required,” Draconis told and stopped in front of a glass pod inside the wall of the service shaft. Inside it was a curled up android waiting an order from Atlantis’ mainframe.

“Oh, that’s just lovely,” muttered Hermione and wondered why Atlantis was waiting. Maybe she was planning a trap or had General Lucianus ordered her to stand down. Hermione didn’t know and being in the darkness irritated her a bit. She used to be the one knowing everything but at that moment she had no clue and no book to look up for.

Reaching under the belly of Calimea, Draconis pushed aside the grid plate and pulled himself up. Hermione followed him and watched Draconis get to a small hatch that was almost unnoticeable. Still no alarm had gone off when the stairs descended and Major stepped on board of his Cruiser. Hermione got annoyed from the growing paranoia.

Life support switched on and Calimea greeted them with turning on the lights as Hermione and Draconis headed for the bridge.

“Say, does Calimea also have those androids?” asked Hermione and kept looking behind corners.

“No, why?”

“Oh, just asking. But it would be bloody sneaky to catch us red handed that way,” told Hermione.
***
Major Draconis sat in the pilot seat and looked over the report Calimea had given of herself. She was ready to take off.

“So, where do you wanna go?” asked Major over his shoulder.

“There,” said Hermione and typed in the coordinates.

“But that’s…”

“Yes, I know.”

“You little…”

“I’m sorry but I had to trick you,” said Hermione and stepped next him, brushing her fingers through his hair. “Forgive me,” she sighed and leaned in to kiss him. Major welcomed her but then fought off.

“That’s just not…”

“Hush, baby. I’m a slytherin, what can I say,” she smirked and licked her lips that made Draconis groan.

“But you do realize it’s a suicide mission?”

“Yes. Do you have something to live for?”

Major looked long and hard at Hermione and finally shook his head. He had nothing left and sensing her idea, it felt quite interesting to go and save the Universe.

“Do you?”