Ubel woke up as he felt himself to be thirsty. Six hours had already passed since he left his new crew to continue celebrating in the canteen and slept. He descended the stairs cautiously, his senses heightened by the chaos of unconscious bodies that surrounded his way, snoring and drooling on the ground.

His crew members were scattered throughout the establishment, some sprawled out on the floor, while others slumbered on chairs or leaned against tables in various states of inebriation. Carefully navigating the maze of bodies, Ubel made his way to the kitchen, his footsteps soft against the tiled floor. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the room as he reached for a bottle of wine that sat untouched on the countertop.

With practiced ease, he uncorked the bottle and took a long swig, relishing the cool liquid as it quenched his thirst. The taste was sharp and invigorating, a welcome respite from waking up.

As he leaned against the kitchen counter, Ubel surveyed the scene before him, his mind racing with thoughts of the night's events. Despite the chaos and disorder, he laughed softly at their shenanigans. With a sigh of contentment, Ubel took another sip of wine, savoring the moment of peace.

He allowed himself to bask in the cool liquid of the bottle he was holding.

Ubel's footsteps echoed softly against the floorboards as he made his way back towards the stairs, the cool air brushing against his skin like a gentle caress. Something stirred within him, a sense of curiosity mingled with concern. Prompting him to investigate further. Then he noticed that the cold wind was coming from the balcony of the establishment. He slowly approached the balcony and noticed the door was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of moonlight to spill into the dimly lit hallway. Intrigued, Ubel peeked at the corner as he sensed someone’s presence outside, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

There, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, stood Ursa. Her silhouette outlined against the dark walls that surrounded them. The faint scent of tobacco hung in the air as she took a long drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the darkness.

For a moment, Ubel simply observed her. Ursa had always been a mystery to him, her quiet demeanor and steely resolve masking a depth of strength and resilience that few could match among his crew. Approaching her slowly, Ubel cleared his throat, announcing his presence without startling her.

"Enjoying the night air, Ursa?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle in respect for the stillness of the night.

Ursa turned to face him, her expression unreadable in the dim light. But he could sense her surprise.

"My apologies for startling you," he said with a sympathetic smile. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that."

Ursa just gave him an indifferent reply in return, though her tension easing slightly at his reassuring presence.

"It's alright. I'm just a bit on edge lately, with everything that's been happening. Just needed some fresh air," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of weariness.

He studied her face, noting the lines of exhaustion etched into her features.

"Is everything alright?" he inquired.

Ursa hesitated for a moment before offering him an answer after another drag.

"Just thinking," she admitted, her gaze drifting back to the dark ceiling.

Ubel chuckled softly at Ursa's reaction, understanding her initial alarm.

Leaning against the balcony railing, Ubel nodded in understanding, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

"I know what you mean," he admitted. "It's been a whirlwind of events, to say the least."

Ursa nodded in agreement, her expression reflecting the weight of their recent experiences.

"I still can't believe how quickly things have escalated," she confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of disbelief. "One moment, we're planning our next raid, then we found a lone miner in the belt, then our commander was killed and his command was suddenly usurped by a boy, and the next, we're caught up in a web of betrayal and intrigue that my mind couldn’t catch up."

Ursa scoffed at the absurdity after taking another cigarette from a box. Ubel nodded understandingly, the weight of recent events weighing heavily on both of their minds.

"Well, I can’t say that I cannot relate to what you’re saying. When I am the subject of those troubles," he admitted with a joking tone. "Even I didn't expect things to escalate so quickly."

Ursa nodded in agreement, her expression reflective as she mulled over the recent developments within their pirate crew.

"It's hard to believe how much has changed in such a short amount of time," she remarked. As they continued to gaze out into the sight that was just a mere illusion of a dark night sky, Ubel remembered that Ursa was smoking.

“Oh yeah, fuck I almost forgot! Do you have another one?” he asked.

“What?” Ursa was confused about what he was trying to ask. Then she realized what he was asking for. Ubel's silent and nodding admission caught Ursa off guard, her surprise evident in the slight widening of her eyes.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot that you also smoke," she asked her tone a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. "I didn't expect that from you at first."

Ubel nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"It's a habit from my past." He explained with nostalgia. "Something I picked up during my days before I… well, encountered all of you."

Ursa regarded him with newfound interest, her curiosity piqued by his revelation.

"Your days before meeting us?" She echoed with intrigue. "I never actually really thought about what your life was like before we met. What were you like back then? Back in Terra?"

A distant look crossed Ubel's features as he cast his gaze out into the darkness, lost in memories of a time long gone.

"I was a different person," he admitted with a hint of melancholy. "I had a different name, a different identity. But smoking was one of the few habits that stuck with me. It was one of the solaces I had for my fucked-up boring life."

Ursa listened intently, her attention fully captured by Ubel's words.

"What made you give up that life and become a pirate-wait, fucked up life?" she asked, her curiosity burning bright as she focused on his last words. "Was it a difficult life?"

Ubel's gaze returned to Ursa's, a flicker of emotion dancing in his eyes.

"It was not really difficult… but it's a life like in prison. You would find yourself suffocating that you would wish or desire to die,” he replied, his voice soft but resolute. "Then I found myself in the world of outlaws where the freedom and independence that I sought for, were offered."

“I will ask a question where I don’t mind if you don’t answer,” Ursa said.

“Interesting, what is that?”

“Where or which system did you come from?” Ursa asked.

Instead of answering, Ubel laughed instead which confuses Ursa.

“You probably wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.” Ursa took the challenge.

Ubel pondered for several seconds then answered.

“I am from Terra.”

“So… the rumors were true?” She blinked several times with an open mouth. But he killed her suspicion of him being a Terran operative or having Terran noble blood by immediately adding a statement.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but it's not what you’re probably thinking,” Ubel said. “The Terra that I came from was from a very, very, very, very… very old Terra. Back when it was called Earth.”

“H-huh?”

Ubel chuckled at Ursa's reaction, with the sound rich with amusement.

"I told you it would be hard to believe." He said, a wry smile gracing his lips. "But it's the truth. I hail from a time when Terra was still known as Earth, long before the rise of the Union of Terran Republics or the Colonial Alliance."

Ursa's eyes widened in astonishment, her disbelief evident in the way she stared at Ubel as if trying to gauge the truth of his words. However, Ubel just nodded, accepting the sense of nostalgia washing over him as he reminisced about his origins.

"It feels like a lifetime ago," he admitted with wistfulness. "The world I knew is gone now."

Still, Ursa couldn’t understand what he was saying as she never heard of Earth before.

“Are you mistaking the capital planet of UGTR, Terra for another Terra of another system?” she asked. “Because Terra had existed way before even the UGTR was founded. Terra had several thousands of years of history and I never heard of any planet named Earth even on the recently discovered ones.”

Ubel's laughter filled the night air, his amusement evident in the sparkle of his eyes.

"I assure you, I'm not joking," he replied, lighthearted but earnest. "Earth is the ancient name of the planet now known as Terra. It's a relic of a bygone era, a time before the Republics, before everything you know today."

Ursa listened intently but her brow furrowing in confusion, obviously still in doubt. She gazed at the bottle that he brought with him and he quickly read her mind that she was starting to think that he was drunk.

"But why would they change the name?" she asked, her curiosity was obvious. "And how come I've never heard of this before?"

Ubel shrugged, a rueful smile quirking his lips.

"The reasons are lost to history, I'm afraid," he admitted. "As for why you've never heard of it, well… that is one of the greatest mysteries."

But in reality, Ubel had an idea why no one knew the previous name of Terra. In Gold’s Archive, Ubel realized a very big hole in the recorded history of the UGTR or even the Sol System itself. It's like the very history of Earth 8,000 years ago had been erased. And it was the very reason why he told Gold to search about the history of the Human Race and Sol’s history. Ubel could find the hunting of these lores to be very interesting but right now, it wasn’t his priority.

“I still think you’re trapping me in a joke.” Ursa suspiciously said.

“Well, at least I tried.” Ubel just shrugged. Then he remembered something and decided to take another sarcastic approach to his revelation. “Oh right, in the future when we became pirate lords, you could sell this information for several billions of credits. Many would try to ask about my past and origin, so remember this well Ursa.”

Ubel's chuckle echoed in the night air, her eyes alight with amusement.

"Who knows, maybe you'll become the wealthiest info broker in the galaxy with that information," he teased, his tone light-hearted. "But in all seriousness, Ursa, you have my word that I'm not lying to you. Earth may be a distant memory for most, but it's a part of my history and I'm glad to have shared it with you… although it was not really that much of a secret that I intended to keep."

Ursa scoffed, the tension easing from her shoulders as she sighed.

"Well, I'll be sure to keep it in mind for when we're ruling the stars," she replied, riding with a joke. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. A first to be seen in the eyes of Ubel who grinned even widely. "But for now, I think I'll stick to smuggling and plundering as a pirate. After all, that's where the real adventure lies, right?"

"Absolutely," Ubel nodded with his gaze drifting to the fake star-studded sky above. "And with a crew like ours, there's no limit to what we can achieve. So let's make the most of every moment, and who knows? Maybe one day, we'll look back on this night and laugh about how far we've come."

Ursa nodded in agreement, a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Then she saw the bottle of wine from Ubel’s hands.

“Still have some?”

“Yeah.”

“Give me. And here’s the cig,” she asked for his bottle of wine as she tossed him, her box of cigarettes. They exchanged their medium of solace as Ursa drank from his bottle and Ubel took a cigarette.

"Here's to the future," she declared, raising the bottle in a toast. "May it be filled with adventure, riches, and plenty of stories to tell."

She drank with several gulp and handed it back to Ubel who also returned the box of cigarettes. Ubel raised his bottle as a reply to her toast earlier.

"To the future," he echoed, the bottle gracing his lips. Taking several gulps before continuing. "And to the plunder that lies ahead."

Then Ubel realized that he brought no source for his light and he turned to Ursa.

“Hey give me some light.” He muttered as the cigarettes waited for hers. She leaned closer and allowed his stick to light from her cigarette in her mouth. They could feel each other’s breath from such a distance that the cold was absent for a moment as their warm faces got closer together.

Then she realized that the word “boy” was wrongly labeled to Ubel as she found out that he was more of a teen at the peak of his puberty than a young boy than they had thought. He was much taller than what she had perceived.

Both of them breathed in the nicotine-filled smoke and exhaled in relief. As the ember of Ubel's cigarette glowed to life, casting a soft orange glow in the darkness, he took a long drag, savoring the familiar taste of tobacco on his tongue. He was thankful that despite this part of the galaxy had already advanced to the space age, cigarettes like these still existed. Beside him, Ursa mirrored his actions, her cigarette glowing in the dim light as she inhaled deeply.

The smoke hung in the air between them, a tangible reminder of the nicotine bond they shared and the unspoken understanding that passed between them. At that moment, they stood side by side on the balcony, bathed in the gentle light of the internal hull of the ship and drones roaming above them.

As they exhaled in unison, twin plumes of smoke spiraled upward, disappearing into the atmosphere like wisps of fleeting dreams. And in that ephemeral haze, they found solace, a fleeting respite from the chaos of their lives as outlaws.

“I already decided the name for our group.” Ubel suddenly revealed. "I've had plenty of time to think it over, and I've come up with a name that I think suits us."

This surprised Ursa as she remembered that he let them decide the name.

“Wait, didn’t you tell us that we would do that?” However she quickly remembered that Creed and Bastille found no agreement amongst the crew on which to choose, so they all listed the names and would let Ubel choose in the morning.

“Wait what… you did that?” Ubel almost laughed out loud again. “I only intended for all of you to choose the name of Godright and was just joking about the group.”

“This fucker…” Ursa glared at Ubel.

“Sorry for making you misunderstand. ” Ubel chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of amusement as he leaned against the balcony railing, taking another drag from his cigarette. A wry smile played at the corners of his lips.

Ursa raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

"And what might that be?" she inquired, her tone laced with intrigue.

“You’ll know tomorrow…” Ubel quickly understood why she glared at him. “You didn’t suggest a name for our group, did you?”

“No.” She immediately cut him off as she turned her face away. But Ubel, sensing something interesting, tried to push deeper.

“Come on. You know I’m right.”

“I never did.” She once again, coldly shut him down.

“Ehhhh…. Really?” He couldn't help but notice the blush creeping up Ursa's cheeks as she averted her gaze, her lips forming a barely audible whisper. Intrigued by her sudden bashfulness, Ubel leaned in closer, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

"Come on, Ursa, don't leave me hanging," he prodded, a teasing lilt to his voice. "I promise I won't laugh... much."

The silence between the two lingered until Ursa let out an exasperated sigh. Her frustration was evident as she reluctantly relented. She knew that anything that grabbed the attention of Ubel, will always try to find some ways to make fun or make it more interesting for him, much to anyone’s concern.

"Fine," she muttered, her words barely audible above the gentle rustle of the night breeze. "I was thinking... the…"

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She mumbled something that Ubel couldn’t catch up on despite his increased hearing.

“What? I couldn’t hear.”

“…” she mumbled her words purposely.

“Please a little louder.” This time, he was teasing.

“Ha… it... Skull Legion.” She took a long drag to cover her embarrassment.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Ubel's lips as he processed the unexpected suggestion.

"The Skull Legion, huh?" He repeated, unable to contain a chuckle at the whimsical name. A playful glint danced in his eyes. "I must admit, it has a certain... menacing ring to it."

Ursa shot him a withering glare, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"I knew it was a stupid idea," she grumbled, crossing her arms defiantly across her chest as she breathed another nicotine-filled smoke.

Ursa's cheeks flushed crimson at the realization of how her suggestion must have sounded out loud. She shifted uncomfortably, pouting cheeks tugging her lips.

"I know, I know," she admitted, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "It sounded better in my head."

Ubel shook his head, his amusement evident as he reached out to pat Ursa's shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he reassured her, his tone gentle. “We all have our moments of... questionable creativity."

Despite herself, Ursa couldn't help but let out a small laugh, the tension easing from her shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." she conceded, a wry smile quirking her lips.

"Besides," Ubel added, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I think Skull Legion has a certain... flair to it. Who knows? Maybe it'll strike fear into the hearts of our enemies... or at the very least, give them a good laugh."

Ursa rolled her eyes, annoyed, but there was a softness in her gaze as she looked at Ubel. With the lighthearted banter, Ubel's words resonated with Ursa.

“Actually… I am grateful to you for making such an effort to contribute to the group.” Ubel said. “You all may see me as a dreaded Neuromancer or commander... but I am still human. I still like nonsense shit like these from time to time… or at least… I wanted to be.”

Ubel's genuine gratitude softened Ursa's expression, and she offered him a small nod in response. Though she didn't say anything aloud, her silence conveyed her appreciation for his understanding and encouragement.

As they stood side by side on the balcony, the silence between them spoke volumes, each puff of smoke from their cigarettes mingling with the cool night air.

“Hey…” Ursa suddenly broke the silence.

“Hmm?” Ubel raised his brow to let her know she got his attention now.

Ursa hesitated for a moment then exhaled another puff of smoke before continuing with a question.

“Want to have sex?”

Ubel coughed his nicotine-filled smoke instead of answering the bombshell of a question from Ursa. He was taken aback by Ursa's sudden proposition. His surprise was evident in the way his brows furrowed slightly. He hadn't expected such a direct and unexpected question, especially given the casual nature of their conversation moments earlier.

It took him several coughs to relieve his system of smoke before he could reply.

“I am more… curious about how you came with that train of thought.”

Ursa nodded, her expression serious as she met Ubel's gaze.

"It's not about anything more than that," she clarified, her tone devoid of any hint of flirtation or suggestion. "Just... the need for some connection, you know?"

Then she took another drag from her cigarette.

“I’m a lesbian.”

“Oooookkkaaaay… there’s nothing wrong with that, but how is that related to your previous question?” He got curious even more about her reason.

Ubel listened attentively as Ursa opened up about her sexuality, her words carrying a sense of vulnerability that he hadn't expected. He respected her honesty and bravery in sharing such personal details with him, and he made sure to maintain a supportive demeanor as she spoke. It was a side of Ursa that he hadn't known before, and he found himself intrigued by her openness.

“I preferred to take on a more masculine role during sexual encounters with my partners. Well… all of them were female anyway.” She took another drag before continuing. “So maybe I wanted a change?”

As Ubel processed her words, his thoughts drifted to Aela, another member of their crew who shared a close bond with Ursa. He had noticed the two women spending time together, their interactions filled with a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect.

Then he tried to scour his memories for any hints of troubles in the relationship between Aela and Ursa but he found none. Instead, he remembered how Aela and Ursa recently threatened him with words of betrayal if he became a weak commander for them.

He considered Ursa's question carefully before responding, his voice gentle as he addressed her inquiry.

"So, about you and Aela…" Ubel began cautiously, his eyes fixed on the stars above. "Is it just a casual thing between you and them?"

Ursa turned to him, her expression thoughtful.

"Yeah, also with Kuris, Vyestra, Ionis, and Sincirfi," she admitted, her voice trailing off slightly as she mentioned some names of the female crews. Ursa sighed, running a hand through her hair. He raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story.

“Who were your other partners?” he asked as he released another puff of smoke, hiding his shock that she had more female partners than in his past life—when he was Kiryu.

“Hmmm… Eris, Aela… Ionis, Mizu, Orphel, Enumbra, Liberta, Nerofi… wait, I probably fucked her sisters also…” Ursa started counting using her hands.

“Ah, nevermind. I get it.” He interrupted her, the Kiryu inside him were already laughing in tears of blood.

"We're comrades, so I guess… you can call us, friends with benefits… yes, I guess you could say.” Ursa nodded to herself, which only twisted to the last ego of Kiryu inside Ubel. “Anything can happen when you are stuck with the same people, for months in the black. Well, it’s also one of the best ways to release pent-up urges and frustrations.”

The boy could only, show an understanding that had dawned on his face to hide his complicated face.

"And now you want to try something different?" he asked, his tone gentle.

Ursa hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly.

"Yeah, something like that," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the ground floor below. "Maybe I am also wondering what it would be like to be with a man."

Ubel's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"And you chose me because..." he started, trailing off as he searched for the right words.

Ursa met his gaze, her expression serious.

"Because you have the body of a harmless kid," she replied bluntly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Ubel chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Thanks for the reminder." he joked, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Ursa grinned, nudging him playfully.

"But seriously," she continued, her tone turning serious. "If it were any other guy on the crew, I probably wouldn't even consider it. But with you... I don't know, there's just something different about you."

Ubel studied her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

"Different how?" he asked, genuinely curious. Then he covered his mouth as if he remembered another stereotype. “I hope you’re not trying to become the ‘woman’ of a pirate commander!”

Ursa looked at him with a glare which he shrugged off playfully.

“I don’t mind though, but I don’t think you should be expecting some kind of heavenly experience with me.” Ubel then laughed for a short while and noticed a faint blush coloring her cheeks, covered by her grin that locked a stick of cigarette that was on its last drag.

"I guess we'll just have to find out," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

And with that, the two of them lapsed into a comfortable silence, the anticipation of what was to come hanging in the air between them.

“Another reason was…” Ursa broke the silence again, as she opened another point. “I want to anchor you to us.”

“What?” This time, Ubel was confused.

“You are unpredictable and impossible to read, commander.” Ursa flicked away the cigarette and took another from her box. She also realized that Ubel was also done with his and offered him another stick which he accepted and got another. She lit hers and his sticks with a lighter and went back to their topic. “So maybe you were half right with what you just said earlier. Other women were, by the way, discussing who would get to taste you first.”

“Ehhh…” Ubel didn’t know what to feel about that new information.

“Me, Aela, and others still have some doubts in our minds on whether you can be trusted because, in our eyes, you are far more dangerous than Munda and Elpano. Munda is a big bully and a dick while Elpano is a coward and also a dick… but you? We couldn’t even agree on what kind of person you are… but at least you are a bigger dick than them.”

Ubel laughed, wheezing as he coughed in puffs of smoke.

"I know I can be... unpredictable sometimes." he agreed and sighed as he took a long drag.

Ursa nodded, her gaze searching his face.

"Exactly." she agreed and added with a hint of admiration in her voice. "And don't get me wrong, we appreciate having you as our commander. You're the best damn leader we've ever had."

"Thanks for the compliment," Ubel smiled gratefully. "But I understand what you're getting at. It's like... something is missing, right?"

Ursa nodded again, her expression serious.

"Exactly again." she echoed. "And I think that something is what's keeping us confident that you will stay with us in the long run, even if we were the ones who joined you. It’s like you lack an anchor or good reason to fully commit to this outlaw life. Hey, we already know you’re a psychopath maniac who likes conflict and enjoys death matches but we know that those aren’t enough for you to fully become what you are saying."

Ubel furrowed his brow, mulling over her words.

"So you're saying I need to find that anchor, that thing that'll make me want to stick with all of you no matter what?"

Ursa nodded emphatically.

"Yeah," she repeated. "Let’s say, Munda. That fucker needs us because he is an idiot in handling specialized jobs such as fixing ships, managing boarding parties, and capturing ships or maintaining the fleet. We need to know that you're in this for the long haul, that you're not just going to up and leave us when things get boring for you. And I think… you’re hiding the real reason behind the ‘I love conflicts and fighting other people’ excuse. But even worse, I feel that you don’t even know what it is you’re hiding. You’re like a massive hypocrite."

Ursa’s words hung heavy in the ears of Ubel.

“It’s like you’re a troubled adult man trapped in a body of a boy.” Ursa looked directly into Ubel’s eyes. The boy could only widen his eyes with the clear impression of Ursa about him, which eerily gave him goosebumps. Then the Ubel saw, Kiryu at the distance, behind Ursa. Gesturing at him and Ursa. Which he couldn’t recognize but then he felt something cold inside him, a great chill.

Ursa met his gaze, and she suddenly saw from his golden eyes, a dark whirling abyss. Something which she felt had unknowingly unmasked and provoked. It was terrifying and hypnotic that she unconsciously took a step back from Ubel. Then that feeling of strange dread was cut off when Ubel closed his eyes and turned his head, gazing at the empty streets below.

There was a long silence until she heard Ubel sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"I hear you, Ursa," he said quietly. Ubel realized what she was talking about. "And I promise you, I’ll find it."

Ursa studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable.

"Well, whatever it is, I hope you find it soon," She scoffed at him, trying to forget what she felt, she saw earlier. "Because we're all counting on you, Ubel. Don't let us down. Because like what we told you-"

"-that you will not hesitate to betray me if I fucked up," he vowed, his words ringing with conviction. Ubel met her gaze, but this time, it had a steely resolve settling over him. "I'll find that reason, Ursa. I promise."

Ubel and Ursa found themselves alone on the balcony in an eerie silence again, the soft hum of the station's machinery providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. And once again, was broken by Ursa which found funny that she started to become more open to him.

“And I also heard how males were more probably to stay with a female they had sex with as part of their natural primal instincts.” She dropped another out of topic, subject much to the surprise of Ubel, causing him to laugh again while coughing. But she gazed at him with a serious face. “I don’t mind trying it with you.”

He hadn't expected her to approach the situation from that angle, but he couldn't deny the logic behind her reasoning.

"So you see this as... a way to solidify our bond?" Ubel asked, trying to grasp the full extent of her intentions. “Are you trying to sacrifice yourself for the crew or what?”

Ursa nodded, her gaze steady.

"Well, not exactly… but… I guess?" she softly confirmed. "I know it might seem... unconventional."

"I see what you're saying," he said slowly, his mind racing with possibilities. “But are you sure that you aren’t just making up stories and reasons just to have sex with a boy? Hey, I respect other’s fetishes but-”

Ubel stopped what he was talking about when he saw Ursa looking at him as if he was disgusting trash when he uttered such a statement.

“I don’t see you as a boy anymore. Others were also starting to think the same.”

Ubel smiled and laughed again lightly. Ursa also laughed until both of them were laughing at each other after realizing what they were talking about. After finishing their cigarettes, they looked at each other.

"So... what do you say?" she asked tentatively, her gaze searching his for any sign of agreement or rejection.

“So, are we going to do it here?” He playfully asked.

“I don’t like exhibitions, sorry.” Ursa abhorred such a scenario that she shook her head and shut down his suggestion.

“My room then.” Ubel's grin widened as he grabbed Ursa’s hand and led her back to his room in a rush. Their footsteps echoed softly in the quiet halls. Both felt a surge of anticipation coursing through their bodies, the thrill of the moment electrifying their senses.

In the dimly lit hallway, Ursa's hand felt warm and comforting in Ubel's grip as he led her toward the room he had previously slept earlier. There was a sense of urgency in his movements, a primal desire driving him forward as he sought solace in the intimacy of his quarters.

As they reached his room, Ubel turned to face Ursa, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of desire and excitement. Without a word, Ursa closed the door behind them, sealing them off from the outside world. Then she initiated instead and reached out to him, pulling him close with a gentle yet firm grasp. Ubel responded eagerly, his body pressing against her as they shared a heated kiss, their lips meeting in a fervent exchange. Ubel's heart raced with excitement, his mind buzzing with anticipation for what was to come.

With practiced ease, Ubel guided Ursa towards the bed, their movements fluid and instinctive. They tumbled onto the soft mattress, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and desire. In the well-lit room, they explored each other with fervent passion, their hands roaming freely. Ubel's skin tingled with anticipation as Ursa's touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

She straddled him and Ubel's heart raced with anticipation as he watched Ursa undress on top of him. Her movements were graceful and fluid as she shed her clothing with practiced ease. Each garment fell away, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her sun-kissed skin beneath. Showing off her well-toned muscles that were balanced with fat and her ample chest that just increased her sexual appeal in the eyes of Ubel.

A body of a woman who sought to temper her limits and strengths.

As Ursa stood before him, naked and unashamed, Ubel felt a surge of desire wash over him. He reached out, his hands tracing the curves of her body with reverence, his touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. Ubel felt a rush of exhilaration washes over him, the anticipation heightening his senses to a fever pitch. He drank in the sight of Ursa's naked form before him, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the room.

Their lips met in a fierce kiss again, their bodies pressing together in a desperate embrace as they sought to satisfy the hunger that churned within them. Ubel surrendered the moment to Ursa who took the lead, her hands exploring his body with an intoxicating blend of curiosity and desire. He moaned softly into her kisses, savoring the feelings of her lips and tongue rolling over his chest as she undressed him. She enjoyed his reactions and responses to her services.

As Ursa explored Ubel's physique, her hands tracing the contours of his body, she marveled at the strength and power that lay beneath his youthful exterior. His solid and hard muscles rippled beneath her touch, a testament to the countless hours he had spent honing his body to perfection. With each caress, she felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, her arousal growing with each passing moment. She had expected Ubel to be strong, but the sheer magnitude of his strength and muscles on such a small body took her by surprise. Igniting a fire within her that burned with an intensity that she had never known.

Ubel's unexpectedly large size only added to his allure, her feminine instincts in his display of masculine dominance. As she looked up at him, she felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins, the anticipation shivers down her spine. As Ursa indulged in exploring Ubel's body with her lips and tongue, she found herself immersed in pleasuring him.

Her senses were heightened, her body responding eagerly to the intimacy they shared. She reveled in the taste of his skin, the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips and kisses, and the sound of his ragged breaths as she teased and tantalized him. But it wasn't just Ubel's reactions that fueled her desire—it was the raw, primal energy that pulsed between them, drawing her deeper into the throes of passion.

As she pleasured him, she felt a hunger building within her, a hunger that demanded to be sated. It was a hunger unlike anything she had ever felt before, a hunger that burned with an intensity that threatened to consume her.

Impatient, Ursa immediately straddled Ubel with panting breaths. Her body flushed with desire. She felt a newfound sense of empowerment coursing through her veins. And she finally took him inside her, making her feel for the first time another flesh, entering her. Her tingling senses coursed through her like an electrifying flow of pleasure as well as the feelings of stinging pain. With each movement, she surrendered herself to the combination of pain and pleasure of the moment, embracing the raw, unbridled passion that flowed between them. With a hunger that bordered on desperation, Ursa pressed herself against Ubel, her body molding to his as they became one in their shared passion.

She rode him with a fierce intensity, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his, driving them both to the brink of ecstasy. As she felt herself teetering on the edge of release, she let out a cry of pure pleasure, her voice echoing off the walls of Ubel's room. For Ursa, the experience was unlike anything she had ever known. With each movement of her hips, she lost herself in the intoxicating sensation of her body against his.

As she succumbed to the ecstasy of the moment, she realized that this was what she had been searching for all along. In Ubel's arms, she found a passion, a desire, a connection that transcended anything she had ever known from her previous partners.

The feeling of being a woman.

Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate. Ubel's heart raced with anticipation as Ursa continued to straddle him, her hips rocking against his in a rhythm as old as time itself. At that moment, there were no words, no thoughts, only the raw, unbridled emotion of wanting each other that bound them together. They moved as one, their bodies becoming one with the melody of their desire, lost in a world of pleasure and ecstasy.

Then he decided to take control of the moment, guiding her with expert precision, showing her the depths of pleasure that only a man could offer to a woman as she was surprised by his unsuspecting strength, cornering her to the soft mattress. Lost in the throes of passion, they continued their passionate embrace, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony but this time, under the domination of Ubel.

Their bodies entwined in a dance of lust, Ubel's thrusts growing more fervent with each movement. And in every passing moment, she found herself yielding more and more to the pleasure of the experience, her arousal reaching dizzying heights she had never imagined possible. Ursa's passion intensified, and her cries of ecstasy grew louder, echoing off the walls of Ubel's room. With each gasp and moan, she submitted herself completely to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Fortunately, the thick walls of Ubel's room served as a barrier, muffling the sounds of their lovemaking and keeping their intimate moment private.

As they reached the pinnacle of their passion, Ubel and Ursa clung to each other with desperate urgency, their cries of ecstasy mingling in the air. Ubel felt himself teetering on the edge of oblivion, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Ursa, not wanting to let go of him, locked him in place with her legs. Forcibly, making their bodies even closer as Ubel increased his intensity. Before the moment of shared bliss, they were lost to the world, consumed by the flames of their desire. And with one final, breathless cry, they tumbled over the edge together, lost in the blissful embrace of each other's arms.

Breathless and sated, Ursa looked into Ubel's eyes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. He was on top of her, and both of them could feel each other’s ragged hot breaths and loud palpitating heartbeats.

"Can… we do it again?" she asked in whispers filled with playful anticipation, still feeling the unknown warmth that he filled inside her.

Ubel chuckled softly, the warmth of their connection enveloping them both.

"Even if you hadn't asked, I wouldn't have let you rest," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He catches her lips again as she lets herself be swallowed by the warmth of his body.

But this time, Ursa took control, gently pushing Ubel down onto the mattress. With a teasing glint in her eyes, she straddled him once more, her body pulsing with desire as she took the lead. In this moment, she was the architect of their pleasure, guiding their movements with a skillful hand.

With each powerful movement of her hips, she drove them both to new heights of ecstasy, her moans mingling with his in the stillness of the room. And as both surrendered again to the intoxicating rhythm of their passion, they were consumed by the timeless dance of desire. Ursa seized control, driving herself onto Ubel with unrestrained fervor. Her movements were urgent and intense, fueled by a newfound lust that ignited her senses like never before. She rode him hard, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over them both. The intensity of their connection was electric, igniting a fire within Ursa that blazed with unbridled desire for each other.

For Ursa, this was more than just physical pleasure; it was a revelation, a discovery of the raw, primal desires that lay dormant within her. As they moved together in a symphony of passion, Ursa felt herself unraveling, consumed by the sheer intensity of their connection. At this moment, she was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her desires laid bare for Ubel to see.

And as they reached another zenith of their passion together, Ursa felt a sense of liberation wash over her, a profound realization that she had finally found herself in the arms of another. And in that moment of unbridled passion, she knew that she was truly alive. In the quiet intimacy of the night, they lost themselves in each other, their desires laid bare as they embraced the raw, unbridled ecstasy of their union.

Hours passed, and they reveled in the pleasure of their shared embrace. They toyed with one another, playfully vying for dominance as they explored the limits of their newfound connection. They lay entwined, their bodies still tingling with the echoes of their shared ecstatic venture. As the first rays of artificial morning light bathed the room in a warm glow, their bond had been forged in the fire of their passion, a connection that would endure long after the dark had faded into memory.