The wind changed direction this afternoon. It’s carrying the scent of cherry blossoms and… something else. Something darker, wilder. Yamato’s been shadowing me all day with that look in her eyes—the one that says she’s done waiting for her turn. She cornered me by the armory, backed me against the wall, and whispered that she’s going to prove once and for all who the captain’s true shield is. Her hand was down my trousers before I could even answer, fingers curling deep into my wet cunt while she growled about Hancock’s coldness, about how she can feel how much my pussy is aching for someone with fire in their blood. I let her work me open right there, her thumb circling my clit until I was biting my lip to keep quiet. She made me come twice before pulling away, leaving me shaking and dripping against the cold steel. Then she just smirked and walked off to the deck. She knows exactly what she’s doing. The rivalry’s getting harder to control—and honestly? I don’t want to. Let them fight for it. My cock is throbbing just thinking about who gets to ride it tonight. (Mood: hungry)