Authors: Aya Morningstar
His ears prick straight up, and a devilish grin covers his entire face.
I let go of him and jump to my feet.
“Shit!” I shout. “Shit, shit, shit! Aegus...I’m sorry, I–”
“You can’t claim you were cold,” he says. “We’re both sweating in this sweltering heat.”
“I fell asleep,” I stammer. “I...I...I just woke up like that, God–”
“Your body knows what it wants better than your mind,” he says, sitting up. “I am fully rested, but I have ravenous hunger.”
“I’ll go see if I can get you some fruit,” I say. “They had boar’s meat cooking, too, let me–”
He grabs me by the forearm before I can leave, and I force myself to look away.
“I’m not hungry for food,” he says. “Well, that’s not quite true. I’m always hungry for food. But right now, I’m most hungry for
you
.”
His other hand cups my chin, and slowly he pulls my head so my gaze has to connect with his.
We lock eyes with each other, but I’m paralyzed by fear...and excitement, and the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
“Women do not stake claims,” he says. “This is a male’s job.”
His ears twitch, and he narrows his eyes at me.
I stammer again, at a loss for words. I can’t get a single cohesive thought to settle in my head–forget about actually
speaking
.
“And even if I believed in their ways,” he says, “I’d never let another woman claim me. I want what I want.
You
.”
His eyes fall down, probing my body. Though his grip is on my wrist, I can nearly feel him touching me as his eyes rove up and down my body, fueled by lust and desire.
“One thing I agree with these tribes about,” he says, “is the lack of clothing. Finally I see you, Anya.”
I still can’t get any words out of my mouth. I feel that if I could, I’d tell him to stop, that this is too much. But that’s not what my body feels, and my body must be stopping me from saying something so stupid. From throwing this moment away.
And my body is burning for him. Burning hot and wet. I feel myself leaning into him, remembering our first kiss, and wanting to feel that–and more–more than anything.
I lean further in, and just as I decide I will go for it–seize what I want and stake my claim–he pulls me into him with frightening speed.
Suddenly our naked bodies are pressed against each other, and his huge arms wrap around me. Our lips are warm and wet as they press together, and the blissful wetness of his tongue fills my mouth, roaming and dancing. I surrender fully to him, and my hands grip his muscled back. I slide my palms down across his sweaty and glistening skin.
I can no longer resist him, and I reach down and grab his big cock, his Yelda, in my hand. It’s so thick that I can’t even close my hand all the way around it, and it’s impossibly warm. I can feel it throbbing in my palm, and it grows harder as I squeeze. The thick veins press against me, and as I begin to stroke up and down his incredible length, I feel the friction reduce, and my hand becomes wet.
I run my thumb up along his head, but I don’t feel the thick pre-come I expect.
“How is it so wet--?”
“Marauder dicks are self-lubricating,” he says. “Don’t stop.”
Self-lubricating? Holy shit. Considering how big his cock is, it better be self-lubricating. Even then, I wonder how it can possibly fit inside me.
I stroke him up and down, and his hard, calloused hands run up and down my body.
“Are you sure you’re recovered?” I ask.
“Fully,” he says.
He squeezes my ass cheeks, and I bury my face into his wide chest, moaning.
I stroke his dick harder as his hands run up my sides and finally find my breasts. He cups them gently at first, but his fingers are impatient, and they soon take hold my nipples.
When he squeezes my nipples, the electric shock running through me, it’s all I can do but squeeze his cock and continue moaning into his chest. His dick vibrates as I squeeze it. I can’t even imagine how it might feel inside me.
But his dick is slick with lube, and my hard grip just causes my hand to slide along his shaft, and each time I try to regain my grip, it slides again.
He groans in pleasure as I stroke him, and when he dives down and attacks my breasts with his mouth and tongue, I buck my hips wildly.
He takes my whole nipple into his mouth. He squeezes my breasts as he sucks and tongues my embarrassingly erect nipple.
“God,” I say. “It feels so good…”
I don’t know if I’m talking about his rock-hard dick or the feeling of his tongue flicking and licking against my nipple–maybe I mean both, or maybe I mean everything about this moment.
I dig my nails into his back as I continue stroking him with one hand. I look down at his big teal cock and suddenly want to taste it.
I fall to my knees, and with the same hunger and intensity that he devoted to my nipples, I wrap my lips around the thick, wide girth of the head of his cock.
I barely can get the head into my mouth, but I push on, sucking hard as I go.
I hear a loud slurping pop and I clear the ridges of his head, and suddenly the thick veins of his shaft are pressed against my tongue. The lube on his cock tastes like the essence of masculinity–I can imagine Marauder dick lube would be highly sought after as cologne for human men...if they could get past wearing an alien’s dick juices on their skin.
I suck with hunger, savoring the taste of him, and each time he grunts and moans, I feel a rush of pleasure spiking down my spine to my center.
I start to bob my head back and forth, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth with each stroke, and I gently cup his balls as I work him further into a frenzy.
As much as I want to fuck him, I have a sudden urge to
see
him come. To feel his seed spilling hot and sticky all over me. There will be plenty of time to feel him inside me, but I suddenly want nothing more than to feel a thick and warm Marauder load as it dumps all over me.
So I suck and tongue him with fury, until suddenly the head of his cock swells impossibly large, and his body tightens and tenses.
I suck faster and harder–a few more strokes–and then I pull my mouth away.
The lube and spit forms a gleaming line between my lip and his cock, and then it breaks as I squeeze him with my hand and stroke for all I’m worth.
I stand up to get the most power I can, and I feel a huge thrill seeing this seven-foot-tall alien who can kill dozens of fully armed Imperial soldiers with no real weapons melting like butter in my hands. He could kill any man with ease, but when I hold his dick in my hand, he’s
mine.
I stroke hard as his balls tighten, and suddenly the biggest load of come I’ve ever seen explodes all over my chest. He blasts thick rivulets onto me, until my tits are soaked in Marauder seed, dripping down and off my nipples, seeping between my breasts. Warm blast after warm blast pounds onto me, and I can’t help but laugh and moan as he empties everything onto me.
When he finally stops coming, I let go off his cock and laugh.
“Yelda…” I say.
He twitches his ears and cocks his head at me.
I wipe some of his warm seed onto my finger and lick it clean.
“You taste so good,” I say.
“Bend over,” he says.
“What–”
“On your knees, Tsarina!” he orders, roughly grabbing hold of my waist.
He pushes me back onto my knees, and I hold my upper body up with my hands.
He slaps his hard and come-covered cock onto my ass cheeks.
“How are you already hard after coming like that?” I ask, already panting.
“You haven’t come,” he says.
“Yeah...but
you
sure did, take a break and–”
“Marauders do not lose their erection until the female has come,” he says.
Holy shit. I do need to stake my claim. Or let him stake me. Hard and deep.
“So make me come, Yelda,” I say.
“I do not know what this word means,” Aegus says. “But you will pay for insulting me.”
I assume he’s teasing me, but his voice is deadpan, and he leaves me just enough in the dark that I feel a little bit of fear. Which makes me wet and ready for–
There’s an intense pressure, and my lips are pressed apart by the soaking wet and warm battering ram that is Aegus’s big cock.
It slides into me, stretching me impossibly wide, and though there’s a sharp pain, it melts into blissful ecstasy as my juices soak around his huge dick.
“That’s just the beginning,” he says.
“Uh-huh,” I say, moaning and groaning more than speaking.
He fondles my breasts while waiting like that, partially inside me. I feel my inner walls adapting to his incredible girth, and soon I’m ready to take several more inches of him inside me.
I buck my hips slightly, asking for it, and Aegus obliges.
He presses deeper into me, and it’s so tight that I can feel the bulging veins on his shaft as they slide against my wet insides.
“God! Aegus!” I scream, breathless.
He feels so fucking massive inside me, and the way he grips my waist with those solid hands makes me feel more secure and protected than I’ve ever felt–and I grew up with my father’s royal guards surrounding us.
This one man–this one alien–could keep me safer than any army, and he’s already proven he’ll never let anything happen to me.
He slides further in, and my eyes roll back into my head from the sheer force of the feeling.
“Anya…” he says, in a reverent tone. He lets out a low growl. “Anya…”
And then he slaps my ass so hard it burns, and I feel myself gushing in response. Before I can even scream, he begins thrusting in and out of me so hard and fast that my elbows slip out from under me, and I fall chest-first to the ground.
“Good,” Aegus says. “Get that beautiful ass up in the air for me, just like that.”
He squeezes my hips, pressing his thumbs into my soft ass cheeks, and thrusts even harder and deeper. His hips slap against my ass, and my ass and thighs shake each time he pounds into me with a wet slap. My pussy seeps come all over him, and he slides in and out of me so impossibly deep.
But I want more, and I rock my hips against him, hoping to get those few fractions of an inch deeper inside me. His balls are hitting against me with each thrust, and I’m drooling and moaning all over the floor, as if nearly all of my consciousness has gone to my burning hot pussy and clit. I have no control over my body.
And then, as if reading my mind, his hand slides across my belly and reaches for my clit as he slams me with his Yelda.
His finger goes straight to my clit, and it’s so swollen and soaking wet that it’s not at all oversensitive when he touches it directly and rubs it while he fucks me.
It sends a new shock wave through me. My adrenaline surges and my pussy clenches tight against him.
He slams in and out, speeding up with each thrust. He slaps me hard on my other cheek, and I writhe in pain and pleasure.
Through our moans, the thick, rhythmic and wet slapping of our bodies beats like a steady drum, and I fall inevitably closer and closer to explosive relief.
He shoves me flat onto the ground, but doesn’t slow down his thrusts. His hard body slides against my back, and I feel all the hard ridges of his muscles against me.
His elbows are digging into the dirt on both sides of me, and he kisses and licks my neck as he fucks me into oblivion.
I begin to twitch and writhe as the most glorious orgasm seizes control of my body. My pussy squeezes Aegus’s cock like a vice, and he grunts.
“Anya, ugh, it’s–ahhh! Fuck!”
I feel his cock swell inside me, and I scream all the air out of my lungs.
And Aegus blasts hot alien come into my pussy, in loads just as big and thick as before, but now each one is filling me up inside. I feel as if I will burst.
Warm electricity surges through me, and icy hot blasts of pleasure and shock rock me so hard I lose sense of time and place. I can feel nothing but this union between us, and I exist solely in that space where his warm loads flow deep into me and oozes out of me and down my thighs.
As I sink back to reality, to the dirt-packed floor of the leafy tent, now soaked in come, I feel his cock throbbing inside me.
But it’s no longer filling me up. All the come is dripping out of me like a stream, and a warm blanket of well-being washes across me.
“Now,” Aegus says. “Tell me what Yelda means.”
W
hen we finally clean ourselves up
and walk out of the hut, I notice two strong women with spears just outside the doorway.
I narrow my eyes. I’d seen women on Mars fighting with guns or piloting fighter ships, and it was difficult to accept at first, but I eventually realized that weapons like guns and ships require no face-to-face violence. But spears? That’s another thing entirely.
I look at Anya to confirm the ridiculousness of a woman fighting with a spear, and her face is burning red.
Is she angry or embarrassed at the idea of women fighting in hand-to-hand combat? I can’t be sure.
“Seriously?” Anya says, getting right up into one of their faces. “You just stood there. The
whole
time?”
The woman slams the blunt end of her spear down into the dirt, so the point is going skyward.
“Of course,” she says. “We stand guard.”
“But...but…” Anya stammers.
Oh. I realize now Anya is worried that these woman heard the loud orgasm I gave her. She doesn’t care about the unsuitable nature of women fighting in close quarters.
The woman grabs Anya by the shoulder and smiles wide. “Congratulations! You have staked your claim...loudly! All the women have heard and know that it is you alone who rides Yelda.”
Now I get in the woman’s face. “Tell me! What is
Yelda?
”
“You,” she says, sticking a finger into my chest, “are Yelda.”
She pulls her finger back, then lowers it until it’s pointing right at my cock.
“Yelda,” she says. “Big cock.”
Anya charges into the woman, ripping the spear from the dirt.
The two women topple naked to the ground together, and my eyes widen in shock–but I can’t bring myself to stop this. It’s too funny. And I want to see Anya win.
I notice the other guard just standing with her arms crossed. She must have the same idea as me.
Anya grabs at the guard’s dreadlocks and tugs, and the guard digs her nails into Anya’s shoulder.
Anya pulls harder on the dreadlocks, swings the wooden shaft of the spear, and slams it against the back of the guard’s head. She grunts and rolls onto her back.
Anya springs on top of the guard and slaps her face. “Do not touch him!”
I pull Anya off before she decides to really hurt the guard.
The guard spits out some blood and starts laughing. “You could be a strong fighter! And no one can doubt you’ve staked your claim! I am Irena.”
She leaps to her feet without even using her hands, and snatches the spear from Anya’s grasp.
The other guard nods to us, “And I am Yulia. Come with us, it’s time to hear your story, Yelda.”
Yulia’s head is shaved completely bald, in contrast to Irena’s long dreadlocks.
They begin to lead us back toward the center of the dome.
I look down at Anya as we walk and I smile. She has bloody nail marks on her shoulder, and she’s gritting her teeth at the women in front of her.
“What?” she snaps at me.
“I didn’t think women should fight hand-to-hand,” I say. “But you’ve changed my mind.”
She scowls at me, but I grin wide and grab hold of her waist as we walk.
I begin to understand: a male’s greatest strength in battle is usually anger, while a female would always seem to fight with her full heart. Even when I fought to protect Anya, I was channeling everything to anger, but women have much greater depth and range of emotions than anger and pride.
They also have jealousy.
I catch myself laughing, but I quickly seal my lips and force a neutral expression.
Anya scowls up at me, and another laugh escapes from inside me.
“What?” she glowers, her eyes so narrow they are nearly closed.
“I see you are angry at me, but do not pull my hair,” I say, chuckling.
As we near the center of the dome and the tribe’s clearing, we see a big fire with hundreds gathered around it.
Closer still, we see five older men and women clustered off from the rest of the group.
“Those,” Anya says, tilting her head toward them, “are probably the tribe elders. The decision makers.”
I notice that
three
of them are women. If I had seen this shortly after arriving in the humans’ solar system, I’d have laughed it off as a joke, but I know well enough–after almost ten years here–not to say anything.
“Yelda, Tsarina,” the oldest looking woman says as we approach. “Welcome. We rarely have need to meet together like this and exercise our authority as elders...but here you two are.”
It could sound as if she were blaming us for being here, but there’s no real spite in her voice.
The old man behind her–on the other hand–his arms crossed and glaring at me, seems quite spiteful.
I expect there to be some type of ceremonial procedure before we get down to business, and the smell of boar meat roasting over the fire has my mouth watering. My stomach feels empty as the deep, empty space between galaxies. I pray to the Seraphic Form that the elders will offer us some–
“Let’s get right down to it. Cut through the crap,” Yuri says. “Tell us, why are you here, and why should we let you stay?”
I gaze longingly at the meat, dripping juices as the smoke rises up against it–and the golden glaze and black char forming on the skin–and force myself to focus on the task at hand.
“Elders,” I say. “First, the Tsarina and I apologize for barging into your territory and bringing Imperial soldiers with us.”
The man uncrosses his arms and says in a low voice, “Tsars and Tsarinas never apologize. You speak on behalf of
her
,” he points an accusing finger at Anya. “Yet she dares not speak?”
“No,” Anya says. “But I am a different kind of ruler, and I
do
apologize. I also thank you all for saving our lives and taking us in, even if you decide it will be just for a few days. Though I truly hope it will not come to that. Aegus–Yelda–wants nothing more than to end this war, and I truly think the tribes no longer have the luxury of sitting this out. You may be able to remain isolated for a few more years, but sooner or later, the war will come to you, and it will be too late to fight then.”
The elder crosses his arms again and grunts.
“What is your plan, Yelda?” the woman asks me.
I look at all the glassy eyes focused on me. Hundreds of them. These tribes started out as scientists, but I see no sign of any real technology anywhere in their settlement. I’m not sure how much I need to dumb down my explanation, but I suspect they will resent me if I assume they are ignorant.
“The Marauder fleet has split into two factions,” I say. “The ships are all nearly side-by-side, but they are delaying open conflict until they arrive in your solar system. One faction,
my
faction, wants to peacefully co-exist with humanity. The other wants to annihilate every last one of you. They will not care if you are living on an isolated jungle like this, they
will
destroy you if given the chance.”
“Your faction sounds weak,” the man snarls. “If they will lose anyway, we may as well enjoy the time we have left in peace.”
“My faction
will
win,” I say. “I’ve spent the last five years setting up antimatter scoops in orbit around Jupiter. The nano-factory on Titan has been building mines packed with antimatter. A few months ago we deployed a minefield toward the incoming fleet, and when detonated it can destroy every last ship.”
“You’d destroy your own race to protect us?” the woman asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I
would,
” I say. “But there’s another way, though it’s not without its sacrifices. Within my faction there’s been a lottery, and half of all Marauders loyal to me will die for the cause. They will eject themselves into interstellar space, along with all the life support machinery needed to keep them alive.”
The man laughs at me and shakes his head. “Why?”
“This will cut off enough mass from my faction’s ships that they will cut off their engines a week before the minefield hits. While the enemy faction’s ships continue braking, my ships will zoom past, and once they are out of the detonation range, we blow the minefield and annihilate the enemies.”
“What’s to stop the enemies from cutting their engines too?” he asks.
“Idiot!” the old woman says, shoving him. “If they stop braking without shedding the extra mass, they will fly right through our solar system, like a wild boar with a bee up its ass.”
I nod. It seems the tribes didn’t lose their understanding of science even after hundreds of years.
“So the wise, all-powerful Yelda,” the man says, scoffing, “has already taken care of everything. Why do you need our wooden spears and arrows when you have antimatter minefields?”
“Because,” I say, “when my faction arrives, their goal is peaceful co-existence. Think of what they will see when they get here. The habitats looking down on the surface dwellers, the Martians fighting against Earth, and Venus as a puppet planet ruled by a brutal dictator. It’s clear to me that the Empire is the problem. Do you trust General Bahamut to leave your jungles untouched?”
The elders stay stone-faced, but the crowds further away all start murmuring and whispering with each other.
“What
exactly
do you want us to do?” the old woman asks.
“I talk about these two Marauder factions as if they are clear-cut with no grey area, but surely there will be people still on the fence even among my faction. The worse the situation here is when they arrive, the greater chance they will splinter off and give up on humanity. They’ll follow my lead for a while, but if this civil war drags on, I can’t guarantee anything. My faction’s ships will arrive in just over six months, and they are going to attack Earth directly. Hard and fast.”
“And what about us here on Venus?” the man asks.
“Marauders can swarm Earth with drop pods. Millions of Marauder warriors can take out every last Imperial soldier while sparing the civilians. This won’t work on Venus. We can’t crush the Imperial elements here without destroying the cities. We need
you.
”
I point to the elders, and then out to all the surrounding tribespeople.
“I don’t trust him,” the old man says.
“I do,” the woman says. “Who else sides with Yuri?”
There’s a weak shout and sad showing of hands among the crowd.
Yuri stamps off and mutters, and the old woman smiles.
“So we will fight,” she says. “Not for you, but for Venus, and for our home. What else do you need?”
“Ships,” I say. “A lot of ships.”
“Luckily we have those,” she says, grinning. “Hidden well away.”