Arena 4

by Logan Jacobs

  Her hands grabbed my hair as I ran a thumb back and forth over her nipples while we kissed eliciting small moans of pleasure. Our mouths devoured each other. She nibbled my neck. I licked the space between her breast before I reached back, unsnapped her bra, and pulled it from her body. Without the thin layer of fabric, the pads of my fingers teased at the hard flesh of her nipples without mercy.

  PoLarr ground her hips into mine, and I felt myself stiffen to an almost painful level of hardness. My cock pressed against the fabric of my underwear as I rotated my hips. PoLarr bucked. Her hand reached down and grabbed me over my briefs. Her grip was warm and firm and I sucked in a deep breath.

  I pushed back and pulled myself up onto my knees. With one swift motion, I pulled her panties off and left them dangling on one ankle as I pushed her knees apart and lowered my head between her thighs.

  Then my tongue slid over her pussy lips in tantalizing circles.

  “Oh, shit,” she said halfway between a moan and a sigh as her hips inched up to press herself against my tongue. Her salty wetness tasted like pure ecstasy on my lips, and I used one hand to spread her while I slid my other finger into her warm flesh.

  I knew what she wanted. I knew her better than any other woman alive. I had all her memories and she had mine. We weren’t the same, but we were in too many ways to count, and it only took me half a minute to play her like Hendrix played a Stratocaster.

  “Holy shitttttttttt.” A raw, intense, glorious sound burst out from her as I crooked my finger slightly to caress her g-spot, and a shuddering orgasm ripped through her like the bench had turned into a giant vibrating pad.

  “Did you like that?” I asked, and then I gave her twitching pussy a long lick that sent her gasping and bucking again.

  “Shut up and fuck me!” PoLarr growled as she grabbed my hair and pulled me up to her. We kissed hard and desperate, and the world started to spin like a double time Ferris wheel

  I didn’t bother taking off my briefs. PoLarr yanked the front of them down, grabbed my throbbing cock that practically thrummed with blood, and guided me into her depths.

  She was dripping wet from my tongue, but it was her tightness that surprised me the most. My shaft barely seemed to fit inside of her, and I had to pull my tip in and out a few times before I was coated enough with her juices to make it all the way in.

  But then I was all the way inside of her, and we both let out loud gasps as we stared into each other’s eyes.

  “Wow,” we both said in unison, and then I began to pull and thrust.

  We both gasped in time with my tempo, and she grabbed my ass with both hands, hooked her heels over my hips, and pulled me even deeper still until my pelvis ground into her clit.

  “Oh my god,” I uttered without thought. All that filled my mind was an overwhelming need to take her. Hard. Fast. Now.

  “Yes, Marc, fuck me hard,” she panted. “I need you so bad. I’ve always needed you. I will always need you. This was meant to be.”

  “Yessss.” I thrust into her before sliding back out almost to the tip before plunging deep inside again and again.

  Our momentum built to a fervent pace as multiple orgasms cascaded over her body in waves, and her pussy clenched tight around me like she never wanted me to escape.

  “Fuck, yes, yes,” she panted as I felt my own climax build. “I just keep coming. Don’t stop. Fill me. Come inside of me. I need every ounce of you in me.”

  My hands grabbed her ass and pulled her to me as my thrusts pounded at a feverish pace. Then I could hold back no longer, and I let out a growl as I exploded inside of her. She cried out as her own twenty minute long climax crescendoed and her legs and stomach tensed so hard I thought she might pass out.

  And then it was over and I collapsed into her, my face nuzzled into her neck that smelled of sweat and sex. The only sound was that of the wind howling outside the dome and our heavy breaths that finally slowed as the sweat cooled down our bodies.

  “That was… out of this world,” PoLarr whispered as she nuzzled into me.

  “You know, sometimes I amaze even myself,” I purred into her ear.

  “I… I… Wow, Marc,” she sighed. “You knew everything to do to me. Like, everything I wanted, you just did.”

  “You know the reasons why that is,” I said.

  “Yeah,” she sighed. “I Soul Gazed the right man.”

  “Awww,” I chuckled. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.” I was actually still inside of her, and still rock hard, but I didn’t really want to pull out. I wanted to stay here bound up with the women who knew everything in my mind and didn’t think I was ridiculous.

  Well, maybe she thought I was ridiculous, but she was still here. She still wanted me to make love to her.

  “I mean it,” she whispered in my ear. “I love you, Marc Havak, and I’ve never been scared of anything, but I’m terrified of losing you in our next fight.”

  “You aren’t going to lose me,” I said and propped myself up a bit so I could look into her ice-blue eyes.

  “You can’t promise that,” she whispered. “No one can make that promise.”

  “Marc Havak can,” I said as I gave her my usual smirk.

  “No,” she sighed. “The only thing you can promise me is that you’ll make love to me again. Since that is right now, and you are still hard and deep inside of me. Let us give and take of each other again, and as much as we can until we are torn from each other.”

  I wanted to reasure her that it wouldn’t happen. I wanted to tell her again that it was going to be okay. I wanted to make a promise, but Polarr knew everything about me.

  And she’d know I was lying.

  So, instead of speaking, I leaned down to kiss her sweet lips, and then I began to move in and out of her again. But unlike the first time, just a few moments ago, this session of love making was slow, and we stared into each other’s eyes as our bodies searched for meaning in our pleasure. Then the moons finally set in a blaze of orange light like the afterburners on a supersonic fighter jet as our spirits were united.

  Chapter Five

  I awoke at dawn as the twin moons of the strange planet that’d I’d called home for the last four months peeked their round heads over the horizon. In some weird, flies-in-the-face-of-astrophysics phenomenon that those of us on Earth must not have figured out yet, this planet had night for day where two huge moons blazed as bright as any sun and day for night when a dark eclipsed sun floated into the sky and darkness fell. When I’d first experienced it I thought it was some kind of trick because it seemed absolutely impossible. I’d been meaning to ask Artemis about it for a while but I kept forgetting with all the fighting for my life and stuff.

  Moonset and moon rises were pretty damn spectacular though. There must have been a ton of shit in the atmosphere because the colors that streaked the sky at dusk and dawn were a nature photographers ultimate fantasy. Rays of orange, yellow, and dark purple light snuck over the distant horizon of the sprawling city as if they wanted to steal away the darkness. It started as a faint orange glow that grew slowly as the moons rose. Then bright yellow streaks would blaze and burn streaks of the starless night away. Some mornings the night did not want to go easily and slashes of deep red and purple would come next to tear rips of sky blue across the morning air. And then, all at once, the moons would burst from below the horizon in a sneak attack, and white light would flood the city to chase the shadows away from every corner as morning arrived in a chariot of moonfire.

  This morning was no different. Normally, if I didn’t have to be at the gym early, I’d miss the most spectacular moments of the moon rise because I kept the blinds closed, but there were no blinds in the observation dome on top of Aetheron tower.

  As the first rays of morning moonlight snuck from over the curve of the planet, they lit the dome like a spotlight, and I woke up instantly. I watched the entire opera of light as it played out from the tallest building in the city, and it was like no
other dawn I’d ever experienced. The closest I’d ever come to seeing something as spectacular was when I’d had to do a week-long haul to Sante Fe, New Mexico. My truck had gotten a flat just outside the city at five in the morning, and I witnessed the sunrise over the mountains as I changed the tire. This sunrise kicked that one's ass with one arm tied behind its back.

  As the final bits of the night snuck back to their nocturnal hiding places, I looked down at PoLarr who smiled up at me. The hards as nails Special Forces soldier who had fought side by side with me against insane odds time and again was gone. In her place was a fresh-faced beauty with the bluest eyes I’d ever seen that sparkled in the morning light like brilliant sapphires. Her olive skin soaked in the moons radiance and seemed to reflect it back out exponentially. I’d never noticed before, but PoLarr had a smattering of tan freckles on her cheeks just under her eyes. The contrast of her blonde hair, which was a “just been fucked” mess on top of her head, her naturally tan skin, blue eyes, and freckles was arresting in its natural beauty. On another planet in another time, she would have been a high fashion model-slash-actress who was sought after by every playboy billionaire on the planet.

  “What are you staring at?” She asked with a small yawn.

  “One of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen,” I responded and brushed a stray hair off her forehead.

  “The moon rises in Valiance City are spectacular,” she said and looked past me to the morning sky.

  “I meant you,” I whispered quietly and kissed her gently on the lips.

  PoLarr looked at me with a confused furrow in her brow. “Shut up, Havak,” she smirked. “You had me at hello.”

  “Nice, well played,” I admitted, and laughed from deep down in my soul. “So, that was some pretty insane flying yesterday. I knew you were this rattlesnake quick galaxy gunslinger, but I didn’t know you were a freaking barnstormer.”

  “I have respect for Ar’Gwyn and have been a disciple of the art since my earliest memories,” she said as her mind wandered to her past. “Which you know. But flying, god, flying is what I love more than almost anything else. My father was this famous Ar’Gwyn monk who became a legendary gunsmith. I don’t talk, or really even think about my mother, which could be why the Soul Gaze didn’t bring her instantly to mind, but my mother was one of the most decorated aviators in the Raider Corps.”

  “Wow,” I said quietly. As she said the words I had the flutter of a memory of a fierce woman in a flight suit who looked like an older version of PoLarr but with long ginger hair and alabaster skin like some ancient Scottish princess. She walked in cinematic majesty in the memory with a cadre of other women from several races on Tartarus Major.

  “Where my dad was the calm,” she continued, “my mother was the storm. She loved hard and fought harder. Her family had been poor, and she scratched her way out of a Galleen ghetto to join the Val’Keeyre which is where she met my father. They fell instantly and madly in love. Their epic arguments were only matched by the inferno of love they had for one another. She, um, she died suddenly when I was ten.”

  “PoLarr, I’m so sorry,” was all I could think to say as I took her hand in mine. “Did she die in combat?”

  “No,” she sighed, “that was the cruel twist of it all. She had broken almost every single Val’Keeyre flight record and had been awarded three Distinguished Service medals and what finally took her from me was an illness that snuck in like a thief. We knew she hadn’t been feeling well but the night she went to the hospital no one expected her not to be with us the next morning. She had a rare liver disease that stole her to Val’Haaluh while the rest of us slept. I will never forget the look on my father’s face when he woke me up that morning to tell me she was gone.”

  Her brilliant eyes brimmed with tears, and my heart ached for her.

  “And more than the pain I felt and the horrible hole of loss that had opened inside of me,” PoLarr continued after a few moments, “was the desperate sadness of my father. Not only had he lost the love of his life, but I could see that he knew that there was nothing he could do to take my pain away. He was a fiercely protective father, and it broke him to see my anguish and to be powerless against it.”

  “I grew up without my dad,” I muttered. “I don’t talk about it much because, well, I never knew what it was like to have him around so he was, like, always this abstract notion. Like a character from a canceled TV show. I can’t imagine what it was like for you.”

  “It was hard for a while,” she admitted. “My dad couldn’t handle all the pain and he spun out of control for a while. I went to live with my mom’s sister and her husband. They were okay people, but all I wanted was to be with my father. It was after that that I swore that I would become a Val’Keeyre just like her and fly higher and faster than anyone had ever seen. When I put on that pack and soared up into the air for the first time when I was fifteen I felt really free. The hole filled up with wind and sky and it was like, if I just went fast enough I’d be able to catch my mom. I fly to catch a ghost, and she’s always just out of reach.”

  “What was her name?” Was all I could think to ask. I knew if I searched my memory I’d know but, I wanted to hear it in her voice.

  “Larrissa,” she said, and her voice cracked with emotion. “My father’s name is Povek. PoLarr is a combo of both of them, just like me.”

  “You are incredible, do you know that?” I asked and took her into my arms.

  “No, but I do now,” she whispered into my neck. “So are you, Marc. So are you.”

  We held each other for a long while as the feelings ran their course. After a while, we each pulled away with a big sigh. I looked over us and realized we were both still naked.

  “I should probably find our clothes before this place opens and the patrons get more of a view than they bargained for,” I said and smiled.

  “I have collected your clothes for you,” a familiar voice said from behind us.

  “Jesus Christ!” I yelled out startled and looked into the face of a four and a half foot tall talking rat in a skin-tight motorcycle outfit with ninja swords strapped to his back. “Goddamnit, Baba! Will you stop doing that?”

  Baba-Tadao barely suppressed a grin as he held out our jumpsuits and kept his gaze on the floor to preserve our dignity.

  “I do apologize,” Baba said, “but Fallon has important news for you that is of the utmost importance.”

  “Okay, okay,” I grumbled and took our jumpsuits from the rat-ninja. I tried to cover my private parts as I got dressed so as not to flash my junk at him. PoLarr didn’t seem to care that she was naked at all and dressed slowly and without any sense of indignity. It was all I could not to stare as she did so. The morning light played across her toned, dancer body and made her look like a model at a sexy photo shoot. “How the hell did you get up here?”

  “The elevator,” he said flatly like I was a moron.

  “Of course,” I muttered and zipped up the front of my very wrinkled jumpsuit. I slipped my feet into my boots which tightened on my feet automatically. It was the simple technology that impressed me the most. Self-lacing shoes. Fucking awesome.

  “I’ll tell everyone back at the gym where you went,” PoLarr said as she finished getting dressed and slipped back into her jetpack.

  “Thanks, babe,” I threw back and kissed her. The height difference was a little weird. I normally didn’t go for women taller than me. Fragile masculinity? Maybe, but at least I could admit it. But I certainly wasn't going to let my own stupid insecurity keep me from stealing one more kiss from her lips.

  She tossed us a wave as she walked out the door we’d broken into with the other pack in her hands and took to the sky like a morning angel bound for eternity.

  When I turned back around Baba was gone as silently as he had appeared.

  “Stupid rat-ninja,” I uttered under my breath and walked to the elevator. “Guess I’m meeting him downstairs.”

  The express lift was empty seeing as how
it was the equivalent of like six in the a.m. and I had the car to myself for the fairly long ride down. Alien Musak played from invisible speakers. It sounded like whales breaking glass. By the time I reached the ground floor, I practically ran from the elevator to escape it.

  I almost fell over Baba-Tadao who stood in front of the doors as they opened.

  “Seriously?” I challenged. “Dude, how the hell?”

  “Ancient rat secret,” he teased, turned, and walked toward the exit. I followed him out to his trusty air-cycle with the aerodynamic sidecar.

  The top of the sidecar opened, and I climbed in. It closed with a pressurized hiss, and I strapped in. Baba drove the bike like PoLarr flew.

  On the edge of impending doom.

  Baba threw his leg over the molded leather seat, pulled a helmet from a hook on the side of the bike, popped it on his head, and pushed the start button. A thick, throaty roar rumbled from the bike’s powerful engine like a Harley with a light speed engine, and with the rev of the throttle we shot out into the early morning traffic.

  Compared to the birdseye afterburner tour of the city I’d gotten the night before, Baba’s insane driving seemed tame. I hardly even yelped when it looked like we were going to crash into the back of a giant fuel truck. Hardly.

  Traffic was pretty bad as morning rush hour kicked into high gear, and soon even Baba had to slow the bike to a seventy mile an hour crawl for a while. Eventually, Baba got frustrated and gunned the hover-bike so that we flew over the tops of the gridlocked cars in front of us in what I was sure was a very illegal maneuver. Then he banked hard, and we descended into the lower parts of the city. Fallon’s turf.

  The boulevards of her neighborhood were full of working-class aliens starting their day. Some walked to work with lunch pails in their hands. Other opened up little storefront shops while others still hung laundry from lines that stretched between buildings. The first time I’d been here it was a depressed neighborhood under the control of a rat-bastard named Irrus. Fallon, with a bit of help from yours truly, had defeated Irrus and taken over leadership of the mob that ran these streets. While the people in this part of town didn’t have much money, they weren’t unhappy anymore. People greeted one another on the streets and kids walked to whatever passed for school without their parents hovering over their shoulders. They seemed safe and happy.