What else was he supposed to say now?

Cassia ignored him, and glared at her daughter, "Get. Off. The pet," Cassia commanded, her voice dangerously quiet. "And meet me outside. Now! You have guests."

"Whoa, pet?" Zaeryn shot back, his voice a low growl despite the awkwardness of his position. He wasn't going to stand for that. Being called names. "Don't you think that's a little harsh? I prefer 'valued companion' or, you know, 'the guy currently inside your daughter'."

Cassia's eyes, which had been fixed on Sage, snapped to him. The look she gave him wasn't just anger; it was pure, unadulterated disgust, as if he were a particularly resilient piece of filth she'd found on her shoe. "You will be silent," she hissed, "while the adults are speaking."

Before Zaeryn could retort, Sage shifted. Instead of getting off him, she leaned down, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep kiss right in front of her mother.

She had no care in the world. Hell, Cassian was welcome to watch her get railed by Zaeryn.

Her hips rolled in a deliberate, sensual motion, her inner muscles clenching around him in a way that ripped a surprised groan from his throat. It was the most audacious, disrespectful, and unbelievably hot thing he had ever experienced.

Seeing this, Cassia's face went from pale with rage to a deep, dangerous crimson. "Sage. I said. Get. Off."

Sage pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen, a triumphant, wicked smirk playing on her face. Her violet eyes, still hazy with pleasure, locked onto her mother's. "We were busy," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "You interrupted." She punctuated the sentence by grinding down on him again, her body moving with a lazy confidence that was pure defiance.

"Stop. It!" Cassian's tone was now dangerous.

Sage sighed dramatically. With a final, deliberate roll of her hips that made Zaeryn grit his teeth to not groan in pleasure, she slowly slipped off him. The wet, squelching sound of his dick pulling free from her slick pussy filled the silent room.

As Sage stood, smoothing down her dress with an infuriating lack of shame, Cassia's gaze inadvertently shifted to the "pet" still seated in the chair. Her eyes widened. And then they widened more as they took in Zaeryn's manhood , now coated in Sage's pussy juices,. 'Is that… his cock?'

Her mind, which processed quantum data streams for breakfast, stalled completely. The boy, the male, was shockingly, impossibly, impressively well-endowed.

The sight was so contrary to every biological data point she knew about the weakened male anatomy that for a split second, she felt a dizzying wave of pure, scientific disbelief, immediately followed by an even deeper surge of something she didn't expect.

Not wasting any more seconds, Cassia turned on her heel and walked out, the door hissing shut with a note of finality.

Sage let out a long, frustrated sigh, her gaze turning to Zaeryn, who still looked shell-shocked. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice a mix of apology and irritation. "My mother has a… complicated relationship with boundaries."

"Uh, yeah… awkward doesn't even cover it," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He was just glad she was gone and wasn't giving him that stare, as if he was something beneath her she could crush with her feet.

Sage walked over to him, her expression softening. She planted a deep, reassuring kiss on his lips, her hand sliding down to give his still-erect cock a final, possessive squeeze that was both a promise and a parting shot.

He broke the kiss, a roguish grin finally returning to his face. He caught her hand, his thumb tracing circles over her knuckles.

"Hey, now," he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "Don't start a fire you're not prepared to finish." He gave her hand a squeeze back, a silent acknowledgment of her support and a mirror of her claim. "Go. Deal with your mother…."

Without another word, she walked out of the lab.

Once outside, the sterile silence of the executive corridor felt heavy and charged. Sage closed the lab door behind her and found her mother waiting, posture rigid, arms crossed.

Sage frowned, her defiance returning in a wave of pure displeasure. "Can you learn how to knock? I have a right to privacy, you know."

Cassia's jaw tightened. "I suggest you make yourself presentable for your guests" she said, her voice dangerously quiet, each word a shard of ice. "This is a laboratory, not a back-alley pleasure den."

Sage's defiance didn't waver, in fact she just got even more annoyed."It's my laboratory. And my privacy. Something you clearly have no respect for," she shot back. "And you will apologize to Zaeryn for…."

"Princess Valerie is waiting for you in my office," Cassia stated, cutting her off. She let the name drop with the weight of a royal decree, fully expecting it to end the argument.

It didn't. Sage took a step forward, her own voice dropping to a dangerously quiet level that mirrored her mother's. "I heard you. And I don't care who's waiting. You will not refer to the man I'm with as a 'pet.' You will treat him with respect, or this conversation is over, and your princess can wait all day." She made it clear.

Cassia's eyes widened slightly, stunned by the sheer, unadulterated audacity. The two women stood locked in a silent battle of wills, two identical, unbending personalities clashing in the cold corridor.

But the cold logic of the situation won out. A princess was waiting. This was not the time or place for a protracted conflict.

With a short, sharp exhale that sounded more like a hiss, Cassia finally relented.

"Fine. I will apologize to him…. Soon"

The word was a shard of ice, a concession born of pragmatism, not remorse. But it was a concession nonetheless.

Sage nodded with a smile, "Good. Now, you said princess Valerie is waiting for me? From the lumina royal family?" she asked, her personal anger instantly overridden by professional and political curiosity.

"She came to extend an invitation from the Aegis Division personally," Cassia explained, turning on her heel and striding down the corridor, expecting Sage to follow.

Her eyes widened slightly at the news. Being invited into the Aegis Division was a dream she had harbored for years.

"Oh? Really?" Sage quickly smoothed her dress and ran a hand through her silvery hair. The defiant lover vanished in an instant, replaced by the brilliant, focused scientist. She fell into step beside her mother, the silence between them thick with unspoken conflict.

As they walked, Cassia's mind, a fortress of logic and control, was still trying to quarantine the memory of what she'd just seen. The disgust was a primal, maternal reaction. But beneath it, a different part of her brain was grappling with an impossible dataset.

The image of his length was something she had never expected a male to possess. The physical data contradicted every known biological marker for his gender. The M-degradation virus should have resulted in reduced size, lower density, and a host of other physiological weaknesses.

Yet, what she had seen was the opposite. Not only was his anatomy impossibly large, built to deliver maximum pleasure with every thrust, but his entire presence radiated a vitality that was simply… wrong for his gender. In that regard, he was an outlier of staggering proportions. A biological impossibility. The thought was as infuriating as it was… fascinating.

And in that cold, analytical space, a traitorous thought took root: she understood. She finally understood, just a little, why her brilliant daughter was so utterly captivated and madly in love with him.

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