Space Marine

by Merrell Michael

  "Tank beats warriors." Tims said.

  We were halfway to the dome, when the Walkers came.

  The Walkers were on tripods legs, with a "head" that fired a beam of concentrated energy. Next to us the Rhino responded with its main gun. The heavy depleted uranium shell tore through the walker head, and the thing stopped and fell over.

  "Tank beats Walker." Tims said.

  We were close enough to the dome now to see in clearly. It was nowhere near a perfect sphere, more of a collection of claws reaching up from the ground. The cracks were indeed big enough to walk through. At top it was wide open, the sharp edges of the black dome reaching toward the light of the terraformer. Beside us the Rhino shot twice. The crack in front of us widened.

  "Tank beats dome." Tims said. "Tank beats everything!"

  Three beams of light targeted the tank. It exploded into flames. The gunner ran out, skin ablaze, screaming. I gunned the engine, and the Warthhog hurtled through the crack.

  Ahead of us the ground gave out suddenly. We were falling down a chasm. The vehicle would lurch and hit a rock or rubble, and then it turned and flipped. It tumbled over and over, and in the end I was ejected. I hit the bottom roughly. My vision went black, and things faded out.

  FOURTEEN

  I woke up with a splitting headache. Tims was standing over me, blurring back and forth from one image to two.

  "You awake, Corporal?" He said. "Thats good shit."

  I sat up. According to the HUD's medic program I had suffered a concussion. The AI was distributing mild painkillers.

  "We made it." I said. "Didnt we?"

  "Wherever it is." Tims said.

  "Is the lieutenant?"

  "Shes fine." He gestured to a sling on his left arm. "Helped set me up with this. I managed to bust up my arm pretty good when we took that tumble."

  "Hows the Warthog?" I asked.

  "Wrecked." Tims said. He pointed up the edge of a large chasm. "It looks like we fell at least 200 meters. The front axle broke clean off. It takes a lot to do that to a 'hog."

  "So we don't have a way out." I said.

  Tims gestured around. "We don't have any way of saying where out is, Corporal. Besides, Byers has a net scanner in her equipment. Its not pretty."

  "She has the life signs?" I said.

  "From what she said, most of the force is gone. Wiped out. Were all thats left."

  I did my best to process the information.

  "Where are the Chimera?" I asked.

  "Thats the thing." Tims said. "Ive looked around 100 meters in every direction. I dont see a thing. Its like theyve walled off a dead city."

  "Huh."

  "Crazy shit."

  "I should talk with the lieutenant." I said. "Come up with some way to get out of here."

  "Shes in that building." Tims pointed to a off center skyscraper ahead. "Hasnt come out for nearly an hour."

  "How is she."

  "I don't know how to answer that." Tims said. "So I'll let you see for yourself."

  The inside of the skyscraper was the lobby of a hotel. There were hardwood floors, and murals with gold plating. It spoke of luxury and wealth. On the counter I found Byers rifle and helmet. I picked them up and took them with me. The floor of the hotel was slightly crooked, as if the building were a ship far out at sea, tossed about in a storm.

  I found Byers in a conference room. Plush leather chairs spanned out around a large oak table. She had changed her uniform into civilian attire, wearing a white blouse and a pair of blue jeans. On the table was a pair of mens slacks.

  "What are you doing?" I asked.

  She looked up at me. Her face was fresh and beautiful, and her hair was long and brown, when she didn't have it up in a bun.

  "I found these clothes in the rooms." She said. "Theres other things, too."

  "You shouldn't leave your rifle." I said, setting it on the table.

  "How old are you?" She asked me.

  "Im twenty-six." I told her.

  She laughed. "I would have thought you were almost forty."

  "I seem that old?"

  "I don't know. You don't seem twenty-six. Ive met twenty-six year old guys on Gaia. All they seem to care about is video games on the net. Most of them still live at home, with their parents."

  "I guess you grow up quick, in the Marines."

  She shook her head. "On Gaia you grow up slow. Its a beautiful Planet. The closest to Earth they've found yet. Except for the mining colonies, that tore up their atmosphere."

  "How old are you?" I asked.

  "Im nineteen. Back there, I'm still a college student."

  "And over here, your an army officer."

  "Im a cadet. My MOS is supposed to by linguistic intelligence." Her eyes dropped in her lap. "I was never supposed to come to Chimera."

  I sat in one of the chairs. "If it helps." I said, "I wasnt planning to come here either."

  She looked up at me, with those clear green eyes. "Can you get out of that armor?" She said.

  "I guess I can." I said. "If I had to."

  She tossed me the slacks. "Go put these on."

  "What?"

  "I want to see what you look like in them. Put them on."

  "I probably shouldn't." I said.

  "Whats your name?" She asked. "Your first name? I forgot."

  "Ryan." I said.

  "Ryan. Im Codi." She said. "Lets be Ryan and Codi again. For a little while, at least."

  I tried to think of a good arguement against what she had to say. When I couldnt find anything I went into the other room, and set up the field expedient quick release program for the Power Armor. I left it stacked in as neat a pile as I could, in case I had to put it on again in a hurry. I put on the slacks and went back into the conference room.

  I sat down in one of the chairs.

  "You look great." She said. "Like a real hero."

  "Codi..."

  "My ex called me Peaches." She said. "I liked that name."

  I turned my chair towards her. "Peaches, this is probably the sake doing the...

  "Hush Hero. Nobody is going to get hurt." She stopped in front of me and kneeled.

  I leaned back in the leather conference chair as she reached forward and unzipped my slacks. Her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips in anticipation. She spread my legs wide and eased herself forward between them. Her small hand slipped into my pants and rummaged for the entrance to my boxers. My view was spectacular. Her blue eyes had darkened with lust. I could see down her shirt too. Her enormous boobs, clad in her silky camisole, were pressed together by her light blue bra into a tight cleavage that swayed with her movements.

  She grinned when she fished my cock through the hole in my slacks and held it in her hand. "Oh my. If I'd known you were sporting this around, I would have come after you sooner."

  Byers's attention now centered on my cock. She leaned her head forward and took a slow deep breath then let it out in a sexy sigh that sent her warmth across me. She licked her lips once more then stuck her tongue out to tentatively touch my pink knob.

  "Ohhh...." I murmured and reached up with my hand to touch the side of her head.

  She looked up at me and wiggled her tongue on the sensitive underside. Then she crinkled her blue eyes in a smile and, tilting her dead down until I could only see her hair, she opened her lips and slid her mouth 2 inches down my cock.

  It was warm and moist and nothing short of heaven.

  Byers made several, slow ups and downs with her head, each bobbing stroke taking another half inch of my cock into her mouth until she had managed to take two-thirds of me. I felt the brush of the back of her throat. She gave a little cough and let me slip completely from her lips.

  "OK, that was a test run. Wow, you're thick. I can barely get this thing in my mouth much less deep throat you. You're not going to get the full treatment tonight." She gazed at my hardness and stroked its full length with her hand.

  "What you were doing just then sure felt lik
e the full treatment. Please, please continue. That is if you don't mind."

  "Mind? You'll be lucky if you ever manage to pry my mouth off of this juicy dick of yours." She tilted her head back down and again swallowed two-thirds of my cock. I craned my neck to the side to see her lips wrapped around my shaft. It looked impossible. Her tiny teenaged mouth was stretched to fit my fat rod.

  She wrapped one hand on the unswallowed base of my cock then went still for a few moments in this position. I quickly learned why. She let saliva drip from around her lips encircling my girth to her hand below then gently stroked it a couple of times to make sure it was slippery.

  And that was when she commenced the finest blowjob I had ever received.

  It began slow. On the upstrokes she followed her mouth with her hand, twisting her grip as it rose upwards. When her mouth came up to the tip of my cock, she swirled her tongue around its head for awhile then plunged back down until her mouth and hand covered me completely.

  Up-twist-swirling-down. Up-twist-swirling-down.

  This slow treatment went on for a few minutes until I rocked my hips up to meet her a few times and she recognized my plea to speed up. She up-shifted into a steady rhythm, inhaling at the top and exhaling at the bottom. I felt her fabulous boobs rocking back and forth between my legs.

  Up-twist-swirl-swirl-down. Up-twist-swirl-swirl-down.

  A couple of minutes of this steady motion and the bun in her hair started to slip. The chopsticks were giving way. I reached up and gathered her hair into a ponytail with one hand and plucked them out with the other. Without breaking stride, she glanced up at me and smiled a thanks. I tossed the chopsticks on the table and held onto her hair, keeping time with the ups and downs of her skillful cocksucking.

  In another couple of minutes, she sped up again. It became almost impossible to hold her hair. There was no time for her artful tongue swirl now. Her technique became a rapid, smooth sequence of cocksucking skill.

  Up-twist-down. Up-twist-down.

  She was panting openly through her nose now. I wasn't going to last long at this pace.

  "Uh... huh... Uh... huh.." I moaned as my orgasm approached. I felt light-headed and was losing feeling in my feet.

  She sensed my approaching release and removed her hand from the base of my cock. Still bobbing her head up and down.

  "I'm going to come!" I warned, not sure if she wanted to swallow or get out of the way. I certainly didn't expect her to do what she did.

  She plunged her head all the way down. I felt the tip of my cock slide through her mouth, bang into the back of her throat, then angle down into her spasming gullet. Her tongue, laying flat at the bottom of her mouth to make room for my shaft, began to wiggle back and forth deliciously on the underside of my shaft. She panted through her nose into my stomach and moaned. In surprise, I lost my grip on her silky blonde hair and it flopped down to cover her head and my crotch.

  "Oooooh!" I exploded. Come erupted from my cock into her throat. She swallowed loudly and the ripple of her mouth and throat muscles along my pole spurred me on further.

  Spurt. Swallow. Spurt. Swallow. Spurt. Swallow. Spurt. Swallow.

  It didn't feel like it would ever stop. At least eight full jets of come rode up my shaft and down into her esophagus. Black spots swirled into my vision and my eyes closed involuntarily.

  I finally stopped coming and melted into my chair. A few moments later my orgasm-induced stupor was broken when I felt Byers shuddering. I opened my eyes and looked down as she removed her mouth from my shrinking shaft. When her mouth was free, I realized that her shuddering was in fact laughter. Sweet, rattling laughter.

  Giddy, I started laughing with her in a wheezing snicker.

  Byers flipped her hair away and leaned her cheek against my thigh, looking up at me. "Ha! Holy shit, that was intense. I got a little inspired at the end there." Her pretty, young cheeks were flushed. She was red around the eyes too from her deep-throating finale. We both panted for a minute to catch our breath.

  Byers stirred and caught her lower lip between her teeth sexily. She started crawling up my body. Her full breasts brushed my thighs as they cleared my crotch. She came up and curled into my lap.

  "You know, you've got the best tasting come." she observed. She leaned in for our first actual kiss and paused politely to ask "Mind some 'cream' with your Peaches?"

  "I'll take that compliment. And, yes I'd take my peaches with cream."

  Our lips touched, then parted. Our tongues met in a gentle dance of rubbing and slipping. She tasted of beef lo mein and come. All things considered, it was perfect. I wrapped one arm around her.

  "So what did you think? Not bad for a widdle girl was it?"

  "I'd say you have a unique gift. That was easily the best I've ever had. Where and how did you ever learn to do that? I swear to god, if you say 'YouTube', I'll scream."

  "Tsh tsh. Girls have to have a little mystery. Soo....got any energy left to do something nice for me? Sucking cock makes me horny. If I don't come tonight, I'm going to be cranky tomorrow."

  "Wouldn't be much of a hero if I left a girl in distress now would I? What would you like?" I offered, as she rose from my lap and I stood up.

  She starting shimmy-ing out of her jeans."I don't need preliminaries. I need to come. Mind returning the favor?" The downward slide of her jeans revealed a light blue thong that matched her bra strap. Their further descent uncovered smooth tanned thighs. Her legs were toned and muscular. Years of varsity field-hockey and lacrosse showed with well-defined quadriceps and calves. Easily the sexiest part, though, was the hourglass-shaped gap between her thighs where they curved into her little hips. The keyhole space was three fingers wide and screamed "fuck me."

  She kicked out of her jeans and slipped off her shoes, leaving her top on. She made a quarter turn, and I saw a side view of her juicy little round ass pressing against the conference table before she limberly hopped up then scooted backwards until just her feet rested on the edge of the table. She leaned back on her forearms. Her camisole rode up in the process and revealed a few inches of her tanned, flat stomach. She tilted her hips back and spread her legs at the knees. The front of her light blue thong panties had turned dark with moisture.

  " Byers invited as she reached down and tapped the moist front of her panties.

  I reached for her jeans and picked them up from the floor. " I folded her jeans in half, legs together, and rolled them into a tight denim tube. I leaned across the table and slipped the improvised pillow under the back of her head.

  "I want you focused on what I'm doing down here..." I brushed her teenaged thigh "... not getting distracted by the hard table on your elbows. Now lean back and get comfy, girlie. I think this is going to be fun for both of us."

  I slid to my knees in front of the table between her legs and admired her thong-clad pussy. Her moistened blue panties clung to the outline of her puffy lips. It was a beautiful sight. I leaned forward and inhaled in a slow, silent sniff. Through her panties, she was sweet and musky; her scent a mix of bubble gum and new leather.

  I brought my hands to the outsides of her knees and slid them up her legs to her hips. Curling a few fingers around each side of her thong's waistband, I slowly pulled the waistband downwards. Byers arched her back and raised her ass from the table. The stringy back of her underwear slid free from her asscrack. The front of her panties clung to her pussy a moment and released with a little wet sucking sound - a testament to her sticky excitement. There was no doubt about it, her cocksucking session had left her heated and juicy.

  I leaned forward until I was less than an inch from her pussy and breathed gently through my nose. I touched my lips to hers in a soft kiss then, with the tip of my tongue, I parted first my lips then hers. I found her clitoris easily - it was already full and swollen - and centered my mouth on it.

  I began my own test run of sorts. I touched the flat of my tongue, a quarter inch back from its tip, to her clit and rolled my tongue up and down
in a few short slow licks. Years of ardent pussy eating had refined three default oral patterns, at least one of which accommodated 90% of the women I had slept with. The up-down tongue roll was pattern one. Byers cooed her appreciation. She cooed a little louder when I paused to suck my tongue dry and repeated the up down rolling treatment with my now drier and therefore slightly rougher tongue. Rougher tongue is a minor variation that some seemed women to like. Byers was a member of their club.

  I shifted to pattern two, a clock-wise swirl that circled the rough topside of my tongue against the underside of her clit from below then circled up and around so the smoother underside of my tongue rubbed against the top of her clit from above. It was a little complex and some women enjoyed the contrasting angles and textures. I circled her bud half a dozen times like this and got no special reaction from her.