Odyssey Of Survival-Chapter 192 - Sera’s First (R-18)

Nate rubbed his eyes as he walked down the quiet hallway, the wooden floor cold beneath his feet. He hadn't been able to sleep. His thoughts kept circling the same questions, the same fears. Jack, Bella, Madison—where were they? Were they even alive? Every possible answer just made it worse.

He was halfway to the kitchen when he paused. His brows furrowed.

It was faint, but he could hear it—soft, muffled whimpers behind a closed door.

Sera's room.

Without wasting a second, Nate turned the knob and pushed the door open.

"Sera?" he called softly.

What he saw made his chest tighten.

She was curled up tightly on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, her thin nightgown clinging to her skin, soaked with sweat. Her dark hair was tousled and stuck to her forehead. Her whole body trembled, and though her cries were quiet, they were filled with pain and fear—like a child lost in a storm.

Nate rushed to her side, sitting on the edge of her bed and gently grabbing her hand.

Her body jolted at the sudden contact, eyes snapping open in terror. But when she saw him—his face, his presence—she let out a shaky breath and immediately wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

She didn't say anything. She didn't need to.

Nate held her close, his arms wrapping around her trembling body. It was only now, feeling her against him, that he truly realized just how broken she was inside. Her back was damp. Her hands were cold. Her breathing came in shallow gasps.

His gaze shifted to the bedside table—and he saw it.

The pods Jack made for her were still there, untouched.

Nate sighed. She had tried to face the nightmare again… alone.

He leaned in letting his fingers run through her hair as she clung to him like he was the only real thing left in the world.

"You're okay now," he whispered. "You're not alone."

Her breathing slowly steadied, and for a moment he thought she was falling back asleep. But then she looked up.

Her wide green eyes met his, soft and glossy with tears.

"Nate," she whispered.

His name.

That's all it took.

He looked into her, saw the fear, the exhaustion… but also something else. Something deeper. A question she wasn't sure she had the right to ask.

Then she did it again.

Just like earlier that day, Sera leaned in—but this time, she didn't stop herself.

She kissed him.

Soft at first, searching for permission. Then deeper, fuller, like she had been holding that desire in for far too long. Her fingers slid up, wrapping around his neck. Her other hand held onto his shirt tightly, afraid he might slip away.

But Nate didn't push her back. He didn't flinch. He just stayed still, allowing her lips to mold into his, feeling everything she was giving.

When they finally parted, the room felt warmer, heavier with emotion.

Sera was still in his arms, her chest rising and falling slowly, eyes searching his face. Waiting. Wondering.

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Nate gently raised a hand and brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her damp face. Then, without a word, he leaned in and kissed her again.

Not out of impulse. Not out of pity.

But because he wanted to.

And just like that, Sera's world calmed.

Her hand moved to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. The other slid into his hair. She wasn't trembling anymore.

For the first time in weeks—maybe months—she felt safe.

They stayed there for a while, wrapped in silence, the soft hum of the night around them.

For Nate, the questions of the world—the dangers, the enemies, the losses—faded away for a little while.

Because in that moment, all that mattered was Sera.

And the way she looked at him… like he was her anchor in a world falling apart.

Sera grabbed the hem of Nate's shirt, her fingers curling into the soft fabric as she pulled it up and over his head, tossing it aside with a quiet thud. She was really sure about this—her wide green eyes locked on his, steady and bright, even with the tears still drying on her cheeks.

Her soft hands moved to his torso, running gently over the hard lines of his build, feeling the warmth of his skin under her palms. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her lips pressing hard against his, tasting the faintest hint of salt from his mouth, her dark wavy hair brushing his face as she held him close.

Nate's hand dropped to her shoulder, his fingers finding the thin rope that tied her gown. He pulled it loose with a gentle tug, and the fabric slipped down, hanging at her waist, leaving her chest bare.

Her breasts were beautiful—full and round, with smooth sun-kissed skin that glowed in the dim light, the soft pink tips standing out against the golden warmth of her body. They moved a little with each breath she took, drawing his eyes like they were the only thing in the room.

His hand went to one, cupping it gently, and Sera let out a quiet whimper—"Oh, so soft"—her voice trembling as his fingers caressed her. Her breasts were so soft, like silk against his rougher skin, giving under his touch in a way that made his heart beat faster.

"Sera," he whispered, his voice thick, as his hand slipped down to her thin waist, his fingers spreading wide to feel her curves. He dragged her closer, pulling her body against his, and her breasts pressed into his chest, warm and soft, sending a shiver through him.

She kissed him deeply again, her lips hungry now, her tongue brushing his as she poured everything into it—fear, need, trust. Her free hand moved to his trousers, fumbling with the button until it popped open, and she helped him push them down, the fabric sliding off his legs to the floor.

Nate's hands went to the gown still hanging on her waist, pulling it off completely, leaving her naked as she shifted to sit on his leg, her elegant curves pressed against him. His hard dick touched her stomach, hot and firm against her skin.

Her body shivered slightly, a little tremble running through her, and she leaned close, her breath warm on his ear. "Nate, it's my first time," she whispered, her voice small but clear, a mix of nerves and want in her green eyes.

Nate nodded, his black hair falling over his forehead as he looked at her, his face soft but sure. He laid her down gently on the bed, the sheets cool under her back, and as he looked at her face—those wide, glossy eyes staring up at him—the tip of him entered her.

Sera grabbed the bedsheet tightly, her fingers twisting the fabric, and her heart skipped a beat, a quick thud in her chest. But Nate's hand caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin as he said, "It's okay, Sera. I've got you."

She nodded, biting her lip hard, her dark hair spilling across the pillow as he moved, gently pushing past the little resistance inside her. A sharp cry slipped out—"Ow!"—quick and pained, and Nate stopped, his hand moving to caress her forehead, smoothing her sweaty hair back.

She grabbed his arm tightly, her nails pressing into his skin, holding on like he was her lifeline. He stayed still, watching her face, waiting until her grip loosened, the pain fading from her eyes.

Then she smiled, a blissful little curve of her lips, and kissed him again, soft and slow. "Keep going," she said, her voice steady now, her hands sliding up to his shoulders.

Nate kissed her back, his lips warm and gentle, tasting her as he started moving again, slow and careful at first. Her body relaxed under him, the warmth of her wrapping around him, wet and tight, making his breath catch in his throat.

She let out a shaky gasp—"Haa"—the sound rising as he found a rhythm, her hips lifting a little to meet his. Her breasts pressed against his chest with every move, soft and smooth, and he could feel her heartbeat racing under her skin, matching his own.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice low, almost a growl, as his hand slid down her side, feeling the curve of her waist, the way her body fit against his. "Nate," she breathed, a little sob breaking through—"Ohh-nnh"—as the good feeling built inside her, sharp and sweet.

Her hands moved to his back, running over the hard muscle there, feeling the way he tensed with each thrust. The pain was gone now, replaced by something warm and big, spreading through her like a fire she didn't want to put out.

She looked up at him, her green eyes wide and bright, and smiled again, a real smile that made her face glow. "It feels… good," she said, her words shaky but happy, and she pulled him closer, kissing his neck, her lips soft against his pulse.

He groaned at her words, the sound rumbling in his chest, and moved a little faster, still gentle but deeper now, feeling her take him in. Her little cry—"Ehh, yes"—got louder, filling the room, and it pushed him on, making his head spin with how much he wanted her.

Her sun-kissed skin was damp with sweat, sticking to his as their bodies pressed together, and he could smell her—lavender and something wild, her scent pulling him in deeper. "Sera, you're… everything," he said, his voice rough, his hand moving to her hair, tangling in the dark waves as he kissed her hard, tasting her cries on his tongue.

Her body started to shake under him, a high whimper—"Nnh-haa"—turning into quick breaths as the good feeling grew too big to hold back. She grabbed his arms again, her nails digging in, and her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him tight.

"Nate, I… ohh," she gasped, her voice high and wild, and then it hit her—a big wave of pleasure that made her arch up, her whole body trembling as she let out a sharp "Haa-yes!" Her eyes squeezed shut, her breath fast and ragged.

She held onto him, her hands tight, like he was the only thing keeping her from floating away. Nate felt her tighten around him, warm and strong, and it pulled him right over the edge with her.

He groaned loud, his hips moving fast for a moment, chasing the heat, and then he came, a rush that shook him hard, spilling into her as his body tensed and shuddered. "Sera," he said, his voice breaking, and he collapsed against her, his face in her hair, breathing hard.

Her soft hum—"Mmm-hmm"—came again, a happy little sound as she caught her breath, her hands sliding up to hold his face, her fingers gentle now. They stayed like that, tangled together, the room warm and quiet except for their breathing.

Sera's green eyes opened slowly, looking up at him, soft and glossy again, but not with tears this time—with something calm, something safe. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice small but real, and she kissed him lightly, her lips brushing his.

Nate smiled, his black hair messy, his hand resting on her cheek, feeling her warmth under his palm. "Always," he said back, soft and sure, and they held each other close, the world outside fading away for just a little longer.