by Vi Voxley
She nipped at her lip, her fingers tugging on his back, pulling him deeper. The edge of pain was delicious, exactly what she'd wanted, even if she had to bite down on her lip not to howl.
Corden kept going slowly until he was fully seated. Lana was breathing heavily, sobbing, her pussy stretched to its limits by a cock that big. She was gasping for air, but one look at the general was enough to make up for any discomfort.
His green eyes were filled to the brink with lust, the iron control almost failing. Lana felt his cock throb inside her, aching to move, to plunge itself into the warmth of her pussy.
Good.
She wanted him to lose control, to take her for real.
"More," she begged, "fuck me hard."
The first thrust took her breath away, her whole body vibrating from the force of it. Lana cried out, clawing at the general's back, but noticed that she was urging him on instead of pushing him away. He repeated the motion, harder and faster every time. Lana let go of whatever restraint she had left and screamed.
She must have sounded desperate enough, because Corden seemed to relax at that and pick up speed. Lana spread her legs for him, giving him as good of an angle as she possibly could, moaning loudly when he hit the spot within her. Her hands were touching the general's body everywhere she could reach, worshiping his amazing form.
Lana traced her fingers over his powerful arms, reaching out her tongue to lick them, feeling the muscles work underneath the skin. She wasn't even thinking of what she was doing, acting purely on instinct. It was like Corden was an aphrodisiac and she couldn't get enough of him.
The general bent down to capture her lips, kissing her with force that made Lana hurt again, but she welcomed it. The passion burned between them, breaking down all of their defenses. Lana wrapped her legs around Corden's body, moaning when he changed the angle again. Corden groaned as well, teasingly biting her lips, pounding her into the mattress as hard as he could.
The bed creaked underneath them and the sheets were damp from their exertion. Lana felt the fabric tear when she fisted her hands into the linens, pulling at them to keep herself in place. Corden was a storm she couldn't hope to stop even if she'd wanted to.
And she never would.
The general was losing his own control now, fucking her as hard as Lana had asked him to. She could no longer speak full words, only gasp and moan for him as he took her. The force of his thrusts was racking her body. Lana could barely feel her limbs, but she had never wanted anything so much in her life than she wanted Corden now.
Her voice was broken, but her body kept arching off the bed, meeting every brutal thrust halfway.
Corden kissed her again, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth, making Lana whimper. The orgasm was building in her, warm and powerful. She could feel it approaching, clouding her head, wiping everything else from her conscious mind.
All she could feel and see and think of was Corden's amazing, thick cock splitting her in two with every thrust. Her pussy was desperate for him, clamping down on his length. Lana could feel Corden's body responding, the way his muscles trembled underneath his skin. She could barely comprehend the effect she had on him, that it was her making him shiver in need that way.
A scream tore from her throat when Corden slightly adjusted their intertwined position again. Lana didn't know if he'd done it on purpose, but the new angle was driving her out of her mind. The general groaned against her, kissing her lips swollen, hitting that maddening spot within her with every thrust.
She could feel him speed up again, fucking her so roughly Lana didn't think she would be able to walk afterward. Her body felt numb to everything else but her pleasure, every nerve ending standing on edge as the orgasm crashed down upon her.
It was almost like a heart attack, her pulse going through the roof as her entire body twisted in spasms. Her pussy closed down hungrily on the general's cock, trembling when she came.
"Corden," she cried, "oh God yes, Corden!"
Her body was going into complete shutdown, all the energy spent as Lana saw stars before her eyes. The general had gasped when her orgasm had overtaken her, the thrusts erratic, strong and desperate now. She stared up into his green eyes, focusing on her and her alone as Lana felt Corden cumming inside her. The general's seed poured into her, and then trickled down her thighs when he pulled out after a long moment of staying locked together in their mutual ecstasy.
They didn't bother with the sheets, their bodies still hot from the fucking. Corden lay down next to her, pulling her into his embrace.
Yours, Lana thought happily. I'm yours now.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Corden
Something had changed.
Corden didn't know what it was exactly, but he woke the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. Lana was sleeping peacefully by his side, barely covered by the sheets they were still lying on. The general took a long moment to simply look at her, a satisfied smile on his lips. His gesha was everything he'd ever hoped for and more.
He couldn't wait for it all to be over, when Lana was safe and sound with him aboard the Claw. The way she'd asked about Briolina had definitely sounded like she wasn't opposed to seeing it one day. That gave the general hope that Lana was warming up to the idea of their bond. He couldn't imagine hurting her, but leaving her behind was out of the question as well.
First, he had to make sure they all lived.
The day had come at last. Corden didn't know how far the Claw was, but he suspected it took a while for his flagship to reach them. It couldn't just jump where it pleased and the fact Worgen had set the fleet into motion now didn't help either.
It didn't matter though. What Lana had told him the day before had changed everything. Corden could no longer risk waiting for an opportune moment. He had to create one himself before the mad general took the most important thing in his life.
He felt the rage rise within him when he thought of another man touching Lana. The way she'd described it, Worgen had been about to claim her. The idea beat at his mind, flooding it with images he never wanted to envision.
The general had never truly hated anyone before. Enemies were simply enemies; he felt no particular hatred toward them. But Worgen had made it all personal. Corden wouldn't have allowed someone else to kill the legend of a man even if they'd dare try.
Worgen was his.
Before he could face the other general, there were preparations to be made. Corden rose from the bed, walking over to the screen mounted on the wall of the living room. It showed the fleet hurrying to keep up with the Abysmal, dark and looming in the middle of them. They provided him with cover, Corden knew that, a living shield. Worgen was using the Elders' wishes against the Brion generals.
After trying to change their reputation, more than likely it would slow the armies down. A capable enemy was one thing, but shooting through civilians to get to him was another matter. Even the Monster of Briolina might have hesitated to do that.
And there was the other purpose as well. Corden did not regret sending the Levi on its way, but he was almost certain they'd unwillingly added the idea of using ships as weapons to Worgen's plans.
If all went according to plan, none of them had to die, but it required practically flawless execution. Everyone had to play their part.
He regretted waking Lana, but she was as big of a part of the plan as any of them. His gesha blinked sleepily, smiling when she saw him standing by the bed. That one moment was already worth everything that was to come, worth fighting for.
"We must go," he said. "The sooner we act, the better the chances are he won't see it coming."
The smile slid off Lana's face, but was replaced by fierce conviction instead of despair. Corden felt his heart soar to have a gesha like that. He wished he knew how to express that to her, but he couldn't find the words. Everything seemed to fall short of what he really felt. That was the curse of the bond.
He watched Lana dress quickly, observing her
preparations. She wasn't a Brion and therefore lacked the battle calm they experienced. Once a warrior knew a fight was ahead, they went into a sort of a trance. It sharpened their already keen senses, bringing a sense of purpose and lucidity.
Lana was Terran and the human race had less control over their feelings. He could hear her heartbeat from ten feet away, but admired the fact it didn't slow her down. The captain donned her uniform as fast as she could, although she was clearly reluctant to go.
It was amazing to him. She was fighting down her fear with sheer force of will.
When Lana was ready, Corden took her in his arms. She didn't shiver this time, although he could feel the tension in her body through the clothes. The general knew the next time he saw her, things would be bad. There was a very real danger that something would go wrong. Any accident or a random act could put Lana in harm's way.
"I will see you again," he said, surprised to find his own voice shake a little. It took a lot to make that happen.
Every word he could think of still wasn't doing justice to what he wanted to say. He doubted Lana would appreciate the Brion way of phrasing those things. Corden wasn't about to tell her he'd rather spill every drop of blood in his body than let her get hurt. Not to mention kill any enemy who might threaten her.
"I love you, my gesha," he said at last.
Lana's eyes were wide as she stared up at him. For a long moment, all of the worries were gone, as simple as that.
"I love you too," she said and Corden knew it took a lot from her to admit that.
He pressed his lips to hers, feeling Lana respond desperately. She clung to him like they were never going to see each other again and it made his blood boil. The general let himself be lost in the sweet, divine taste of her. His very being resisted letting her go, but he had to pull back eventually.
It was the worst part of his plan, to let Lana out of his sight, but there was no way around it. She needed to be seen and Corden had to remain hidden until the last moment.
"I want to see Briolina when this is over," Lana said when they broke for air, her eyes shining like stars. "Will you take me there? To see the planet that has spirit."
Apparently she was much better with words than he was. Lana had chosen the perfect way to say she was ready to accept the bond. All Corden had to hope for was that it wasn't simply the fear speaking. He would do anything to make sure his beautiful little gesha came with him when it was all over. They belonged together as they belonged to each other.
"Yes," he swore. "I will take you anywhere you want."
Lana smiled and Corden knew he couldn't lose her. It wasn't uncommon for Brions to go mad after they'd lost their fated, but he knew it for a fact that it would happen to him. Life without Lana was no longer possible for him.
With a heavy heart, he kissed her gently one more time. Then Lana headed for the bridge, taking his heart with her. Corden was left to carry out the riskiest plan of his life, at a time when everything he cared about was at stake.
***
Corden found the Torons in their usual gathering place. The mood was sour, he could feel that from afar, the tension hanging heavily in the air. They were restless, but it was just as well since he was about to set them loose.
"You," said one of the beasts.
Apparently it was their normal way of greeting, Corden figured. They wanted to say they knew him and that he was allowed to approach. It might have had something to do with knowing he could tear through them all, but the general preferred to think it was because they trusted him.
"It is time," he said without further ado. "Are you ready to do your part?"
The Torons rose. Their huge furry bodies heaved as they shook themselves, ready to attack. Their species really was full of contradictions. They were nearly as nurturing as the Palians, never provoking a fight. But if they were attacked or innocent lives were in peril, they equaled Brions in their ferocity. They never forgave and never forgot.
Deep, sad eyes looked at him. Corden met their gazes, unflinching. This was it, the moment that he'd find out whether his plan would work.
"Come to the bay on my call," he ordered. "Other than that, you know what to do."
"The dark general," the Toron leader said. "We will get his head."
"You will," Corden promised.
He watched them stomp away, their huge bodies swaying as they went. The general could feel the floor shake under their footsteps. No doubt they would scare the passengers, especially after the events in the atrium. In fact, he was hoping that would happen.
Worgen had to have a reason to come aboard and the more originals he brought with him, the better. The Torons would take care of that. A horde of the beasts were on the move now and they were bound to draw every Brion patrol to them. Especially after it was clear their objective was the lab.
It would be a vicious fight, Corden didn't doubt that, but he wouldn't be there to witness it. He trusted the Torons to be an equal match to the clones. No originals were aboard at the moment. Lana and Yarel had made sure of that. They'd carefully questioned Worgen about it, finding that all of the originals aboard had left with the mad general.
That only left Tuven, Ilen, and Arben.
Corden headed their way, ready to reveal his plan to them at last. He'd kept them in the dark on purpose as well, not willing to risk them turning against him. His tests had proved they really did want to be real Brions again, but that was easy when he was around. The thing Corden was about to ask of them posed a great threat that Worgen would win them back.
The general would have taken any other option over putting their loyalty on the line, but he saw none. That was the way it had to be.
The three warriors were waiting for him when he arrived at the agreed meeting spot. The wounds on their necks had been dealt with, mostly thanks to the Brions' naturally quick healing factor. All three stood on guard when he approached, saluting him fist over heart.
"Your general is coming soon," Corden said.
"Our general is here," Tuven replied, his voice still ruined by the cut on his neck.
Corden wondered if it would ever really heal, but maybe it was better that way. It was a mark, a sign like the valor squares. Only this one served two purposes. It showed a man had been weak, siding with a traitor to all Brions. And it also proved he was taking steps to make up for it. Both were equally important.
Their answer was good, but it didn't banish his doubts.
"I will kill him today," he said, searching their eyes for a reaction.
The result surprised him, honestly. All Brion warriors were loyal to their commanders; it was impossible to follow without it. As such, Corden had expected some sort of protest to the idea, but the valor squares all pulsed joy. Relief, even. Hope.
At a later time, when he had the moment to spare, Corden wanted to know what had happened on the Abysmal during its long exile. Worgen had clearly driven his men mad, one way or another. In some, it manifested in insane obedience, like the warrior who had laughed at the idea of penance. And in others, like the three men before him, it had bred a deep-seated hatred.
They wanted Worgen to die, and were looking forward to it. Any one of them might have challenged the mad general, but Corden doubted they were good enough.
He was and they knew it, that's why they greeted his words with genuine delight.
"I shall do that," Corden said, "while you have a chance to prove yourselves."
They nodded, waiting for his command.
"This is not a test like the one yesterday," the general said, deep and threatening. "I promise I will kill every last one of you myself if you decide to betray me and scrape your names from the annals of our people."
That got their attention. They didn't look hurt by his distrust, knowing they didn't deserve his trust, not yet.
"We will do as you order, General," said Arben.
You'd better, or there will be no corner in the galaxy dark enough to hide you from me.
"You wi
ll take the shuttle you came with and return to the Abysmal," Corden said.
The looks in their eyes told him exactly how little they wanted to do that, but not one protested.
"You are not to leave before Worgen is on his way here. Unlock the other fighters and shuttles in the bay. I won't be coming alone. As for the real task, I don't care what you have to do, but once you are on the Abysmal, you will take control of the station that monitors approaching shuttles," Corden continued.
"Once I have killed your former commander, I will follow you to the Abysmal and conquer it. All of this has to happen before the flagship hears of his death. Under no circumstances is it allowed to shoot at the fleet and the Flora."
The trio nodded now, understanding.
"You can lie or fight your way through the enemies, but you must be quick," Corden said. "I don't expect Worgen to go down easily, but I can't have the Abysmal shoot me to pieces on approach. I will have no way to contact you after this moment. Do you understand what you need to do?"
"Yes, General," they chorused.
He nodded, watching them leave. It was all he could do, to set the pieces in motion. Corden had to trust himself now, above all. Trust that he had made the right judgment calls about all of them... Yarel, the Torons, his new warriors.
He grinned, knowing he had. It wasn't in his nature to doubt himself, but putting Lana on the line shook everything else in his life, made him consider every aspect twice as hard.
Corden didn't have to wait long to hear the ship's intercomm start to report the Toron attacks. Slowly, he started making his way back to the landing bay. And finally he heard the announcement he'd been waiting for.
Worgen had taken the bait. He was coming.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Lana
It was the most nerve-racking thing Lana had ever done.
She stood in the landing bay with Yarel, waiting for the mad general to arrive. Before, he had terrified her as a figure of malice. Worgen had that effect on everyone. That wasn't news. But Lana had her own individual reasons now to want to keep as far away from him as humanly possible.