Star Resistance

by D. R. Rosier

  That seemed reasonable. They wouldn’t be doing planet ops like we just had.

  Sylara agreed, which made it a thing. Official I mean.

  There was a long pause in the conversation.

  Vik said, “We need to get some rest, I know you just got up. Jillintara can answer any questions you might have.”

  We all got up, and headed for our quarters.

  Telidur joined me in mine. Last night was his night and we missed it. My mind was a bit wrung out, but my body was humming from the operation, and not tired at all. It didn’t take long, before we were stripped down, and in bed. His lips claimed mine hungrily, and his hands left trails of fire on flesh, igniting my senses and a deep desire that left me breathless and wanting. I let myself go, and my whole body tingled in need.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My heart raced, and my breath came out in gasps of pleasure and frustration as he teased my body. Unlike Vik who took me hard and fast when I teased him, Telidur teased me back, hard. His cock head was barely inside, and he had me pinned down beneath him as he teased my breasts with his mouth. I was so close, and it was a deliciously torturous and frustrating feeling as I hovered over the abyss.

  It drove me crazy, but at the same time I loved it.

  “Please,” I said and tried to impale myself on him, but he held my body too tightly in place. Still, the slight movement and rock of my pelvis engendered some pleasure, as his cock head rubbed and stretched my labia.

  I trembled for a moment, right on the edge, and then the feeling faded. Bastard.

  “Please what?” his mock innocent question was muted against my soft globes of flesh, as he nipped my nipple. Telidur really loved my tits, which worked for me.

  His talented mouth, and barely in penetration was driving me crazy, I wanted him buried in me, and I was desperate to put my hands on him, run them along his chest, but I couldn’t move. I could have broken out of it, if I was willing to hurt him, but I wasn’t.

  “Please fuck me Tel,” I said in a breathless daze of lust and need.

  He said with a little awe in his voice, “You are such a wild sexy thing, perfect.”

  Perhaps I should have been offended by that, but it sent a thrill down my spine. I flushed with pleasure at the praise, and tried once again to take him inside me, but he laughed in low sexy chuckle that had my pussy clenching around air instead of his girth.

  I was about to lose my mind in need of him, a need to be taken, but before I could demand or beg once again for him to fuck me, he pushed in hard and fast, and our bodies met.

  I gasped, as I stretched around him, and then tightened and convulsed at his rude and abrupt invasion. Despite the temporary stab of pain, it was all that had been needed to send me over the edge. I screamed his name as an overwhelming wave of euphoric bliss washed through my body, mind, and soul.

  He bit my nipple, and gently twisted the other one, and then ground against me, which was so intense I couldn’t think as I bucked, trembled, and came undone beneath his ministrations. The payoff after a long tease held on the edge was always incredible.

  His lips found mine, and kissed me as I started to come down, and he started to move in and out of me in a slow measured pace. I swear the man had a will of steel.

  I still couldn’t touch him, and it drove me crazy. He liked me that way though, which was why he was torturing me.

  His deep moans as we kissed was proof enough of that.

  Then he lifted his head, looked into my eyes, and started to pick up the pace. About all I could do as he pinned me was rock my pelvis to meet him, which I did eagerly as he sped up. I was a little lost in his eyes, and it felt like I could never get enough of him, never be satisfied unless he was in me, taking me, but I knew in the end he’d sate me very well before he took his own satisfaction.

  Was this love, or just chemistry, desire, and pleasure? Either way, I didn’t think anything could tear my eyes from his in that moment.

  He slowly sped up, and I had two, maybe three more orgasms before he finally let go and took his own pleasure. It was hard to say, it might have been one really long one, plus another, or two that were so close together it was hard to tell the difference. I moaned in approval, as I felt him expand and pulse deep inside my body.

  I loved the way he looked down into my eyes, and we kissed lingeringly before he pulled out and rolled to the side. I wasn’t free from his hold for long, as he gathered me up against him, and I nuzzled into him.

  “Perfect?” I raised an eyebrow.

  He grinned, “For me, yes. A strong woman in battle, confident, competent, and scarily intelligent. But in bed your wild and just give in to the pleasure.”

  I blushed. Not sure if the blush was about the compliments, or him liking the fact I was an insatiable and wanton pleasure slut behind closed doors, probably both. It was more than that of course, I’d always been in control in the past back on Earth, it was just with him and Vik that I felt safe surrendering control so completely.

  He added, “It doesn’t hurt you’re exotically beautiful and damned sexy either.”

  I smirked. I did have a pretty face, and a tight body, with light brown hair and large doe eyes. I was hardly model beautiful though. Back on Earth I’d probably be described as the girl next door, but I supposed for a blue alien I would be exotic.

  I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just said thank you.

  Then I reached down and started to stroke him back to hardness, and pushed him onto his back. It was my turn to tease.

  He sighed in pleasure and grew quickly in my hand, to the point I couldn’t wrap my fingers all the way around him and meet my thumb.

  I smiled naughtily as I got up and straddled him, and lowered myself slowly onto him until he was buried. I arched my back, and sighed in pleasure as he cupped my breasts, and then ran his hands down the curves of my waist and onto my hips. My own hands delighted in exploring his chest and abs, as I swiveled and rocked my hips to stimulate all the good spots.

  I’d ride him hard and fast, and fuck his brains out soon, but right then it was all about me, as I sensually rode him and brought myself to blissful rapture. I loved being on top, and the look in his eyes as he watched and caressed me made me feel so sexy. I shuddered and started to tremble, and my breath hitched in a gasp. I felt his hands grip my waist, and the rest of the world faded as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered in awe, and I’d have blushed if I wasn’t lost in the turbulent sensations of blissful ecstasy, and in his deep dark blue eyes.

  That’s when he derailed my plans, and pushed me off. I was confused for a moment, until I felt his hands on my hips as he readied to take me from behind. He buried himself in one strong firm stroke, and then started to take me hard and fast.

  I started to buck back into him, I loved this position, he was so deep. I also felt a little smug, I’d finally pushed him over the edge, and I reveled in his loss of control as we rutted together…

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You look weird.”

  Vik smirked, “Think so?”

  He looked like a bodybuilder, and Jillintara looked gorgeous but strange as well in human shaded skin, and brown eyes. About the only thing they didn’t change was their hair.

  Vik and Telidur were in a suit, and Jillintara was in a business appropriate dark blue dress. They both looked great actually, just wrong. They were supposed to be blue.

  I had a hologram on too, but mine was just clothes. I was wearing, or appeared to be, a red woman’s suit, with a creamy white blouse, and black shoes with two-inch heels.

  I said, “You’ll pass as human.”

  At least until they talked. They would understand it all fine with their assistants translating, but I’d have to translate their words for the humans, which meant I’d be front and center for this part of the mission. Once the humans had implants, it wouldn’t be necessary. Of course, Jillintara could translate as well, but Vik wanted me front and center on this.
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  Rilok would stay on the ship, along with Sylara, Solyra, and Dessia. If any of the latter three were surprised he was taking along the Scythe’s artificial assistant, they didn’t say anything. The plan was simple enough.

  When we’d gotten here Jillintara was able to get us on the internet, we also had that probe in system which was now hooked up to Earth’s internet. It would give the soldiers we borrowed something to do, since we weren’t going to let them see most of our new military data net, just what they needed to see to track the other ships and perform the mission. They wouldn’t be kept in the dark as far as battle plans and deployments, but they’d never know our base was in Tau Ceti, and other things like that which they didn’t need to know.

  Operational security was important, and more so when humans were involved. I’d know.

  They also wouldn’t get access to the empire’s public data net. Which left Earth’s internet, where they could find entertainment and keep up with their television shows, whatever they wanted. I had to admit, I was happy where I was, and had no intention of going back to Earth permanently, but there were a few shows I’d be pleased to catch up on.

  It would also be good to visit.

  That wasn’t the only reason we’d jacked into the internet, I’d also done some research online, and found a likely person to approach. Admiral Janson Hiller was fifty-seven years old, and had risen the ranks and been a submarine captain before being promoted to rear admiral lower about ten years ago. Currently, he was a vice admiral, which was three stars.

  He worked in the Pentagon, and had a nice home just over the border in Maryland. We planned to approach him first with the idea, and figure out where to go from there depending what happened. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but we were about to find out very shortly. It was already after seven at night on the east coast, and would be close to nine by the time we arrived at his house.

  Vik cloaked, and the rest of us followed suit.

  “Ready?”

  We’d discussed it, and we felt that even with Earth’s comparatively primitive technology, they were more than capable of seeing a shuttle come down from space. So, we were doing another drop in the suits while under cloak. I’ll admit, I didn’t fight the idea very hard, it sounded like fun.

  “Ready.”

  We walked into the airlock, which cycled before opening the outer door. Then we jumped.

  Just like last time, I felt a rush of excitement and adrenaline, but this time it was even more intense. My emotions were overwhelmed with a view of our blue marble in space from orbit. It was beautiful, and so peaceful from orbit. Clouds, oceans, and familiar continents were laid out before me as we fell toward east coast, right next to the Atlantic. It was an overwhelming moment in my life, and despite not wanting to go back, I couldn’t help the tears in my eyes at seeing it again, and in such an awe-inspiring way…

  Once down, and we were clear from anyone that could see us, we removed stealth and turned on our holographic disguises. We were also able to shield, since the holograms covered up the blue glow we’d have ordinarily had without being under stealth. It was only a leisurely two block walk to the admiral’s home, and didn’t take us long. The neighborhood was quiet, and the sun was still up although very low in the sky this time of year.

  The air was just a little humid, but smelled like home. I hadn’t even realized how much I missed it. The smell I mean, not being on Earth.

  I felt a bit nervous while knocking, not positive how to approach it. I supposed it depended on what my intuition told me when I met him, there was just no way to script this conversation.

  The door opened, and an older man with graying hair answered it. He was in shape for his age, though he had a spare tire. He also had a raptor’s gaze as he took the four of us in. The admiral wasn’t a man to be taken lightly, but I’d known that even before laying eyes on him, my intuition only backed up that up.

  Janson said, “Can I help you?”

  I said, “Admiral Hiller. I’m Lori Adams, I know this is an odd request, but we need to speak to you about a matter of national security.”

  Janson narrowed his eyes, “I suggest young lady, that you call the FBI.”

  “They can’t help sir. I think you’ll understand why if you give us a few minutes?”

  Janson studied me for a moment, I didn’t flinch under his gaze.

  He frowned, “A few minutes, come on in, and follow me.”

  I was a little surprised, I’d thought he’d keep us on the stoop talking, at least in the beginning, but I followed.

  We entered the house which had white walls, light brown wood floor in the entryway, and there was a coat rack there along with a table with accents on it. He led us part way down the hall, and through a door on the left. We were in a study, with a desk, a bookcase which had some of the classics along with books on war, tactics, and history. The rug was a light brown, with a dark stained oak furniture.

  He walked around his desk and sat down. He did something on his computer for a second, and then looked up.

  “Take a seat, do your friends talk, or just you.”

  I sat down, and said, “They talk, but I’ll be briefing you at first. I have a lot to tell you, and some of it isn’t easy to believe.”

  “I see, Lori was it?”

  I nodded, “Lori Adams.”

  His eyes narrowed slightly, and he moved his hands off the desk and onto his lap.

  “What’s the issue?”

  I said, “There’s no easy way to start this conversation, but I’ll offer you proof. It all started about four months ago. I was donating jackets to the homeless, when I was kidnapped and held against my will by an alien species known as the Stolavii. They’ve been taking humans for over two centuries now, and enslaving them on their ships for labor.”

  I expected disbelief, or even anger at wasting his time, but all he did was raise an eyebrow in response to my outrageous claim. Hell, I knew it was true, and even I felt like an idiot saying it out loud.

  “You want my help against these aliens?”

  I shook my head, “It’s a bit more complicated than that. In short, there’s another alien empire out there that is willing to give you ships to protect the Earth from the preying Stolavii, in return for manpower. They aren’t like the Stolavii, and won’t enslave or brainwash humans.”

  Wow, that sounded so entirely insane. Something was off. Why wasn’t he laughing, or showing me the door, or at least demanding proof. Proof was easy enough, I could demonstrate a plasma ball, and the holographic technology, but the admiral seemed icily calm. Could he already know about the Stolavii? I supposed it was possible, with their ships coming in the atmosphere, and stealing people. Maybe they knew and were suppressing that knowledge?

  But… that didn’t feel right, something was wrong, very wrong. I had no idea what though. Either way, I felt like we were in danger, which made no sense.

  Janson said, “Tell me more, why do they need our help? Surely they can fly their own space ships?”

  I thought fast and reexamined the room while I talked. Something about this situation had set off my intuition, but hadn’t made it in my conscious mind yet. The admiral’s question was also designed to stall and lengthen the conversation, like humoring a crazy person. That wasn’t surprising, him thinking me crazy I mean, except for the fact that he was doing it at all instead of throwing us out.

  “There’s a civil war of sorts going on, and while they can build ships, it isn’t so easy for them to recruit right now from the worlds of the empire. In exchange for military service, they’re willing to help the Earth meet the Stolavii on equal terms.”

  I spied the camera on the credenza behind the desk, pointed at me. He moved his hands earlier to his lap, had he hit a panic button? Why? It finally hit me, what my handlers would have done when I disappeared without a trace. Damn, I must have been burned. I’d dropped off the grid when taken over four months ago, and I’d been an assassin under tight leash of a black ops organiz
ation which had probably panicked. No doubt a phoned in tip, and the cops had found my hidden weapons, which could be tied to several assassinations. It wouldn’t have been hard for them to burn me, if they panicked about me dropping out of their surveillance and control.

  I leaned forward, and twisted his monitor, sure enough, there was a picture of me along with a warrant for my arrest for murder, assassination, and it listed me as highly dangerous and a suspected operative of a foreign government. That’s why he invited us into his house, so he could put me in front of the camera and run an identity search. I should have disguised myself as someone else, but I hadn’t known it would be necessary, and frankly I hadn’t cared because my return to Earth was going to be a short one. I never considered the idea I’d be on the FBI’s most wanted list for goodness sake.

  I sighed, when I looked back up into a gun.

  He asked, “Is it fun for you to spin such tails before you kill your victims Lori? Who sent you to kill me, and why? What government are you working for? Who the hell are these people with you?”

  I smirked, “They’re the aliens of course, they can understand us but can’t speak English. Why don’t I move us along to the demonstration portion of our evening, since the FBI should be here any moment to arrest me? That won’t go well by the way, and I won’t even bother trying to convince you of the truth, but this shit on your screen is all… well, bullshit.”

  Well, except for the assassin part, that was true enough. I dropped the illusion, and so did Jillintara, Vik, and Telidur, who I shot an apologetic look. Who knew my own drama would mess up first contact?

  “As you can…” I was cut off as Janson shot at me, the bullet bounced off the shield and he screamed and dropped the gun. He had a bullet hole in his arm which appeared to be bleeding quite freely.