Marauder Fenrir: Scifi Alien Invasion Romance (Mating Wars) (12 page)

“
W
e’ve got
a few thousand people here,” Aura says. “But there are more and more every day. We’ll have to build new domes soon to hold everyone.”

I keep looking at Sara. Every time I look at her, I try to imagine what my own kid might look like...with Fenrir.

“I see that look,” Aura says. “Have you...done it?”

“Done what?” I say, feeling my face flushing red.

“Felt the...teal vibration,” Aura says, smirking.

My face burns hotter than the sun, and Aura grins. “Yep, you have!”

“Is Sara the first?” I ask, trying to get the topic off my sex life.

Fenrir and Cygnus are talking in the other room, or rather Cygnus is talking and Fenrir is devouring enough rations to feed ten men for a month.

“Yes,” Aura says.

“I thought Aegus…”

“Aegus is...difficult,” Aura says. “He tricked Cygnus and many others into believing he’d taken a mate.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Well,” Aura says, “it’s hard to get done what needs doing if you have a wife and child to protect.”

“But why trick Cygnus? Why lie about having found his mate?”

Aura bites her lip. “You saw the look on Fenrir’s face when he saw Sara, right? It’s one thing to believe something–and I don’t doubt that Fenrir truly believed it–but many Marauders will need to see it with their own eyes.”

I nod.

“So you tamed a badass assassin?” Aura says, laughing. “He must really like you.”

“I haven’t tamed him,” I say. “He’s still like...90% barbarian.”

Aura laughs. “I know what you mean, and don’t expect that to change too much. I’m reminded every time we sit down to eat that Cygnus is never going to be a mild-mannered guy, he–.”

Enrico bursts into the room, cutting Aura off.

“Great Mother! Great...Aunt...you need to see this! We’re intercepting a broadcast from somewhere in Martian orbit.”

We both stand up and follow him into the communications room. Fenrir and Cygnus are already there.

A Marauder I’ve never seen fills the screen.

“It’s Kaius…” Fenrir says. “The third assassin.”

“I am Kaius. The Marauder brothers Aegus and Cygnus claim they are here to save humanity, but I will destroy you by the millions if they do not turn themselves over to me. I will first destroy the elevator, and while the cable falls and destroys Nuevo Quito–as well as countless other equatorial cities as it wraps around the equator–I will begin destroying your precious habitats one by one until the brothers have surrendered to me. I care nothing for human life, and I will gleefully kill humans by the millions. If Aegus and Cygnus truly care for human life, they will turn themselves over to me. If I haven’t heard from you within twenty-four hours, and if you both have not surrendered to me within a week’s time, the elevator is gone.”

The screen fades, and everyone starts muttering and shouting.

“Quiet!” I demand, forcing the room to silence. “I will stop him.”

“How?” Fiona asks me. “It will take us
days
to reach the space elevator again, and we don’t even know where he is!”

“Actually,” Enrico says, looking at this screen. “He’s near...New Wessex? Can that be right?”

“And where is Aegus?” I ask.

Cygnus and Aura look at each other.

“Where?” Fiona asks.

“We don’t know,” they say together. “He keeps his movements secret...we can’t even contact him.”

“Will he make contact with Kaius?” Fiona asks. “Or will he value his secret movement over all those human lives?”

“He’s my brother!” Cygnus snarls. “He’ll do what’s right!”

Aura pulls Cygnus back, stroking his forearms.

“I’ll have to meet him,” Cygnus says. “Turn myself in…or at least pretend to. Maybe I can take him out…”

“He doesn’t seem to know about me,” I say. “He might have just reached the solar system.”

“Who was he sent to kill?” Cygnus asks.

“He was backup. He was meant to help where he was needed most. I turned my transponder off, and Minos is gone. He must think he’s on his own now, and that this is his best shot.”

“Can he really blow up the elevator and all those habitats?” Fiona asks, grabbing my arm and pressing into me.

“If he still has anti-matter,” Cygnus says, “then yes, he can.”

“Do you have ships?” I ask.

“No,” Cygnus says, shaking his head. “Not really...we recovered one ship a few months ago, but it’s an old junker. It has no A.I. or advanced navigation systems–they are fully manually–no one can fly it.”

Aura looks up, her mouth hanging open.

“I can fly it,” Fiona says.

* * *

I
’m sitting
on the bed, and Fiona presses her body up against me. I move away from her.

“Fenrir,” she says. “Come on.”

“Why did you offer to fly that ship?” I ask.

“Because I’m the only one who can!” she says, grabbing my arm. I don’t push her away this time, but I refuse to look at her.

“The most likely scenario is that Kaius will destroy the ship as soon as he has a clear shot.”

“What if he wants Cygnus alive? To force him to broadcast a new message to the fleet? To say Aegus was lying–.”

“What if?” I shout, finally facing her, my ears pulled back in anger. “You want to throw your life away on a ‘what if?’”

“And do
you
want to throw millions of lives away on a what-if?” she fumes. “I’m a soldier, Fenrir, a turret woman. I signed up to risk my life to save others...even if the imperial space fleet didn’t end up doing that. This is my chance to do it for real, to really save people...and you can help us do it.”

“Cygnus and I can do it alone,” I say. “We can take the elevator to New Copenhagen, and–.”

“Seriously, Fenrir?” she says. “As soon as he spots you two on the elevator, he’ll just blow the fucking thing up. It was likely his plan all along, to get Cygnus at least on the elevator. Taking the ship straight to orbit will give us a huge edge, and that relies on me being involved.”

She presses her breasts into me, and through the thin layer of her clothes I can feel her nipples hard against my back. Her warmth and her softness pull the fight out of me. She has not convinced me to let her go through with her foolish plan…she’s only convinced me to stop arguing with her...for now.

I turn back and kiss her passionately. There are thousands of things that can go wrong in the coming days, but being mad at Fiona shouldn’t be one of them. She’s one of the only things that is right just how it is, and I need to show her I feel that way.

She shoves me down onto the bed–well, I
let her
shove me–and she straddles me. My cock springs up and presses against the silk cloth of her panties. I feel myself vibrating against her ass, but my eyes are closed and my lips are locked to hers.

“Tomorrow, Fenrir,” she says, pulling her lips from mine. “I will drive.”

I scowl at her.

“But tonight, I will ride,” she says, grinning.

“I don’t understand–.”

She pulls her panties to the side and lowers her wet tightness down my thick and soaked shaft.

“Oh,” I say, eyes widening, “Ride...I understand.”

She presses her hands down hard onto my chest and begins to buck her hips. I can feel her thick ass slamming against me with each thrust, and I work my long girth deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. The wetness floods around my cock and allows it to work itself smoothly into her deepest places. Her glorious tits are bouncing above me, and her hard nipples are poking out. I reach up and grab her breasts as she rides me, and I caress them gently in my hands as she bounces wildly up and down on my cock.

My cock’s vibrations intensify, and Fiona stops bouncing up and down. She leans forward while I clasp and tweak her nipples, and my dick presses its full depth into her. I can feel the swollen warmth of her clit firmly pressed up against my shaft as it vibrates with lustful intensity. As I stimulate her clit, I feel her walls tighten and throb against me. I close my eyes and focus on the feel of her soft breasts in my rough, calloused hands. I relish the tight embrace of her pussy squeezing me for all its worth. And I open my eyes and take in the radiant beauty of her smiling face. I understand that I could have mistaken such beauty for blasphemous temptation, but nothing this beautiful could ever truly be a bad thing.

I enjoy the feel of her on top of me, but a primal urge to take charge rises up within me. I grunt, sit up, and shove her over and down onto her back. I pull my cock out from her slick channel just long enough to rip off her panties with a forceful tear. She gasps, and I look down at my cum-soaked teal cock and her dripping wet pussy, and then I pull her legs back and plunge forcefully into her soaking wet hole.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I feel her heels pressing into my back. Our bodies are molded together and intertwined, her lush breasts pushing into my abs, and her warm lips wet against my chest.

I begin to fuck her–I’m fully in control now. With each thrust I plunge deep into her, and I take on a slow and forceful rhythm. She moans and grunts with each re-entry, and my cock’s vibrations work to stretch her inner walls. I adjust myself so I’m positioned at a deeper angle so that the vibrations can press against her clit as I continue fucking her raw.

“Fenrir, God...it’s
so
good, your big teal alien cock…” she moans before she can finish speaking.

“You are a strong warrior, Fiona,” I find myself saying. I slow down, and rather than pushing hard in and out, I slow my movements to a gentle sliding. I move just enough to let her know I’m still inside her.

“You’re just saying that because we’re fucking,” she sighs.

“No,” I say. “This is not fucking, Fiona, we’re making love.”

Her lip trembles, and I see tears pool in her eyes. “Really? Are you saying…”

“Yes,” I interrupt. “I love you. You are my mate, and also my beloved.”

The tears flow down her cheek. “Beloved? That sounds so old-fashioned…”

“Ah,” I say, “so you don’t love me?”

I slide deep into her, and she gasps.

She catches her breath and says, “Of course I love you...idiot.”

“I give you ‘beloved,’ and you give me ‘idiot.’ This is truly an equal relationship.” I start peppering light kisses down her neck.

She laughs and digs her heels harder into my back. “Show me how much you love me, Fenrir.”

I fuck her with renewed fury and intensity. Each time I slam deep into her, my purple skin slaps against her pale whiteness, and sweat soon drips down my body. Her mouth opens wide as she screams and moans, writhing beneath me, her thighs are hot and sweaty against my skin, and my glistening abs slide almost frictionless against her warm breasts.

Her inner walls tighten and pulse around my cock, begging me to spill my seed deep inside her. I resist the urge...at least until she raises her head from the pillow and pulls my nipple between her luscious lips.

She sucks on me as I pound her, and then her pussy clenches impossibly tight around me, and I know she’s about to drop off the edge.

She bites down hard on my nipple, and the sharp pain gives me renewed strength. I sink in and out of her soaking and squeezing wetness as she bites me again and again, but soon the orgasm overpowers her, and she falls back flat on her back, writhing violently. Her hips buck wildly against me, and I feel gushing juices flowing all over my cock.

It’s too much for me to bear, and my balls release. As my first blast of come explodes deep inside her, I let out a powerful roar. I feel the beautiful warmth of release wrapping tightly around my body, and then I come over and over again, and again.

It’s as if my body knows I may die tomorrow, and that it’s critical I fill her with as much of my seed as possible. My body has evolved to get a woman pregnant in one try, and thus I blast five, ten, fifteen loads of sperm into her. I fill her pussy to the brim, and we collapse together onto the bed, fully spent, but still entwined in one another’s arms.

My cock twitches a few more times, but it’s unloaded everything it can. I see Fiona’s eyes filled with tears beside me, and her body, too, twitches in post-orgasm aftershock.

“Fenrir,” she says. “We’re going to kick his fucking ass tomorrow, okay? And we both make it back safe and happy.”

I nod and pull her up against me. We fall asleep, me holding her tight in my arms, and I awake with her still pressed up tight against me.

“I promise we’ll make it back safe,” I whisper to her.

“
T
here’s
an abandoned orbital orbiting Mars,” Cygnus says, pulling up a screen in the command room. “New Wessex. They never even finished building it. They ran out of money early on, and the materials they used to build it are already so outdated that it’s no longer cost effective to do anything with it. It’s just been floating around for almost a century…”

“So you think he’s in there?” I ask.

“It looks like it,” Cygnus says. “It’s close to the space elevator and the orbitals.”

“How is he surviving there? If it’s been abandoned for one hundred years, I doubt there’s any atmosphere.”

“There’s barely even artificial gravity,” Cygnus says. “The centripetal spin has decayed so much that it’s like walking on the moon. He probably re-pressurized some of the buildings they were using for construction...set up a makeshift headquarters.”

“So Fiona flies me close,” Fenrir says, “and I float into the orbital, figure out where he is, and we blast him to hell?”

“Won’t he just blow up the elevator as soon as he sees you?” Fiona asks.

“I’ll be as sneaky as I can,” Fenrir says. “Remember how I snuck onto your gunship?”

I remember. I heard him opening the airlock, but no one else reacted in time to stop him.

* * *

I
strap
myself into the pilot’s seat, and as I reach for the flight stick, Fenrir grabs me by the hand.

“Fiona,” he says. “You’ll be careful?”

“Of course,” I say. “And you?”

“I’m a Marauder,” he says.

“That means you won’t be careful?”

“It means I’ll do what must be done.”

I scowl at him, and his ears pull back.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll do what must be done...as carefully as possible.”

Thousands are gathered on the sides of the runway, watching us depart.

I said goodbye to Aura and Sara, but I promised them it was only temporary. That I’d be back.

I hit the throttle, and the acceleration slams me against the back of my seat. I pull up off the runway and start to climb.

Fenrir is suited up in his biosuit; it’s fully fed and ready for combat. His face looks stoic.

“Can’t you at least pretend to be nervous?” I ask.

He looks at me earnestly, with rigid ears. “I
am
terrified,” he says. “Of losing you.”

When I reach maximum altitude, I fire the booster rocket.

It’s a primitive way to get into orbit, but it works. My jaw rattles and my stomach churns as we accelerate up into orbit, and I look over at Fenrir long enough to see him closing his eyes and bowing his head.

He really is worried.

After a few minutes, we’re in orbit and microgravity. I stay strapped in my seat, but Fenrir unbuckles and floats through the cabin.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Pacing,” he says.

“You can’t pace in zero-g,” I shout back at him.

“Then I’m floating back and forth,” he says. “It helps me think. Much like pacing.”

I was never big on pacing. Spending so much time in tiny ships, I had to settle with motionless stewing and fretting...which is what I realize I’m doing now. It’s bad enough that we could die going after Kaius, but if our failure causes him to bomb the elevator, millions of deaths will be on my hands. Fenrir must be thinking the same thing.

Cygnus’s team is doing the calculations for us back on the surface–it’s faster than using the ancient computer on this ship–and there’s nothing for us to do but wait. Once we have the calculations, we can plan our course toward New Wessex.

I unstrap myself and push off toward Fenrir.

I slam right into him, and he grabs hold of me.

“We’re going to approach with no thrust,” I say, “and you’ll sneak right in.”

“Yes,” he says.

“I won’t be anywhere near him,” I say. I’ve reassured him of this at least twenty times now. “You’ll be the only one in real danger...but you’re better than him. You’ll win, just like you did against Minos.”

He widens his eyes at me and strokes my wrist. “I hope it’s nothing like Minos, I barely stopped him. I almost died...five times, at least. There was the boomerang, the bullets in my leg, the rocks I slammed into…”

We both laugh, but I’m terrified.

The console blinks, and I see that Cygnus has sent me the thrust vector.

“It’s time,” I say.

Fenrir nods.

We strap back in, and I input the thrust vector. We accelerate briefly, and begin our drift toward an intercept course with New Wessex.

It’s similar to how we attempted to drift undetected into Martian orbit on the old gunship, but hopefully this time I won’t get detected at the last minute. None of the orbitals should be monitoring traffic into New Wessex anyway. The main concern is Kaius detecting us.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” I say, after the thrust dies down.

Fenrir grabs his railgun and floats toward the airlock. I follow him to the hatch.

He kisses my forehead, and I pull him in and kiss his lips. Our tongues meet, and my heart aches. For a moment I consider aborting the whole mission, but reality hits me before I can give it serious thought. We could run away and be happy together, but for how long? The Marauder fleet will soon arrive, and if we don’t start fighting now, there will be nothing left to fight for later.

I pull away. “You’ll need about three minutes to cycle the airlocks, so you need to get going.”

He pulls me into him and kisses me again, this time more deeply. He nibbles on my lip and massages my tongue with his. He grabs my ass and then pulls away.

“Okay,” he says. “Now I’m ready.”

“I love you, Fenrir,” I say.

“I love you, too...Turret Woman,” he says.

He opens the hatch, and he looks deep into my eyes as he shuts it. When the door closes, I feel suddenly alone in the ship.

But there’s no time for second guessing now. I kick off the hatch, float to the cockpit, and strap myself back in.

I can see New Wessex now. It’s a big dark tube–and getting bigger. It’s not lit up at all, and I can really only see it as an absence of light covering the stars. A fitting place for someone like Kaius.

Fenrir’s voice comes on over the communications link. “Fiona, I’m ready.”

“Okay,” I say. “You promised you’d come back to me safe. Don’t forget that…”

“Don’t worry.” Fenrir says. I hear him take in a deep breath, and then he shouts, “I’m out! Brake now!”

My console tells me the airlock is open, and I hit the thrust, braking my ship completely as Fenrir flies on toward New Wessex, naked to the vacuum save for his biosuit.

The ship’s camera locks onto him, and I watch as the huge Marauder shrinks down to a tiny figure. I see him pass through the gap in the orbital, and then he’s gone. Kaius is waiting somewhere in that hollow shell, and I have to just pray that Fenrir can kill him before he can detonate the bomb, or take my mate away from me.

“I’m in,” Fenrir says. “Hooked my suit onto the edge and I’m walking along the interior now. This place is so depressing compared to New Copenhagen...it almost feels like it’s haunted. No sign of Kaius.”

My console blares, and red lights flash.

“Evade! Evade!” the console whines.

A modern ship’s A.I. would assess the threat and begin automatic evasive maneuvers, but this hunk of shit leaves all of that up to me.

Well, almost all of it. The screen shows an incoming ship highlighted in red, and I can see its engines are burning hot behind it. It’s accelerating right into me.

And then something detaches from it. A torpedo.

“Shit!” I scream.

It’s about four kilometers away, and New Wessex is only about 500 meters from me on the other side. I slam the throttle to max thrust and race into the orbital.

“I think Kaius is outside, Fenrir,” I shout. “And he just fired a torpedo at me…I’m going to have to use the orbital as a shield!”