Marauder Kronos: Scifi Alien Invasion Romance (Mating Wars)

by Morningstar,Aya

  “Sex in zero-g,” I say. “This is going to be tricky.”

  “Maybe not,” he says.

  I look over at the cage. “Oh.”

  We reach the wall, and he kicks off toward the cage, bringing me with him.

  He opens the door, then shuts us inside.

  “I want to be in charge now,” I say.

  “Yes, Captain,” he says. He extends his arms all the way out and clutches the cage. He wraps his feet through the links below, effectively pinning himself flat to the cage.

  His cock is covered in my thick white juices, and it’s twitching impatiently for me to get back on.

  I grab hold of the cage and pull myself toward him. He grabs my hips and lowers my body down onto his cock. I shudder and groan as he slides back into me and I take him in to the hilt.

  When he’s all the way inside, I too press my feet through the cage, and I hook my heels around, which gives me full control of my hips.

  I pull my arms through the cage and grasp hold of Kronos, and then I use the firm grip of my hands and feet to the cage to move myself up and down along his shaft. Since we’re weightless, moving myself like this is nearly effortless, but the heat and friction is still there, and I quickly feel his cock bringing me toward orgasm.

  He lets go of the cage with one hand and slaps my ass, but his body begins to float.

  “Grab the cage!” I shout.

  He grabs it again, and when he’s pinned and secured, I’m able to ride him even faster.

  “Stay like this,” I order.

  “Yes,” he says, grunting. “Captain.”

  He begins to flex his abs and work his feet, moving himself in and out of me even as I ride him.

  I feel a fresh burst of wetness flood across him, and the orgasm begins to rise up from within me. “Permission to come all over your big cock, Captain.”

  “Permission granted,” he says. “But didn’t I just call you captain?”

  “Shut up!” I shout, and my pussy starts to squeeze and pulse around him.

  I feel his cock pulse inside me in response – not the regular vibration from before – but something else.

  I whimper as the climax blasts across my body without warning, and my arms and legs turn to rubber as I work myself up and down his shaft as fast as my body will let me.

  He pulses more and more, and I feel his seed filling me up as I shudder and come. I squeeze him as tightly as I can, and as my orgasm reaches its peak, I maneuver myself down so that he’s embedded as deeply inside me as he will go. My body twitches in ecstasy as I feel his hot come filling me – load after load – while my pussy trembles.

  “Do you like the cage?” he asks me after a long, blissful silence.

  11 Kronos

  Delphie narrows her eyes at me.

  “What?” I ask.

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “Then stop looking at me like that!”

  She can tell, can’t she? She knows I did it with Minna. But so what if she knows? I can do what I want, can’t I?

  “How’s Ramu?” I ask, hoping to throw her off guard.

  She glares at me. “I’m going to go finish doing inventory. Let me know when we’re in comms range and can start trading.”

  I nod, and she floats away.

  Minna is asleep in my quarters. Once we were finished, Jerky came back in and bonded with her again. I have vowed to keep her safe, but having a powerful biosuit around her at all times gives me some serious peace of mind.

  Ramu floats in while I’m monitoring our flight path.

  “Back in my day,” Ramu says, “Earth was the last place pirates could go. Most of our activity was in the belt. Things sure change.”

  “I don’t like it,” I say. “I can’t shake the feeling that Harmony is just using us. She doesn’t have the resources to fully defend her orbit, so she lets pirates do it for her.”

  “Who gives a shit?” Ramu asks. “She’s using us, yeah. She uses everyone! But her using us gives us a nice strategic position between Venus and Mars, and it gives us a safe haven, too. You’re too young to have pirated in the days of the belt, but we used to have to hide on cold rocks for months at a time to evade Martian military. You don’t know how easy you have it.”

  I twitch my ears at him, which is a gesture a little less emphatic than a nod. “I still don’t like it.”

  “Well,” Ramu says, pointing to the flight path on screen, “looks like you’re still happy to do it, even if you don’t like it.”

  “Malcolm is following us,” I say, pointing to his ship on the map. “I don’t have a choice.”

  “I bet if you jettisoned the cook and her suit, he’d stop following you.”

  My ears prick up, and I glare at him. “Don’t even suggest that again, or I’ll jettison you.”

  Ramu laughs. “Shit! Delphie was right! You two boned each other!”

  He pulls off his harness and pushes off the chair, floating toward the hallway. “Gonna’ go do some zero-g training. Fighting, that is, not fucking!”

  He laughs again.

  Damn it. It’s not that I’m embarrassed or ashamed, but I worry my crew isn’t going to take my orders seriously if they think I’m doing it for personal reasons. I just have to remember to do the same for them. When Ramu was captured, I could have left him for dead, but I risked staying because Delphie cared for him. Even if she won’t admit it. We have to look out for each other, and as captain I’m responsible for everyone on this ship. But Minna is still the most important, and the crew will just have to deal with that.

  Some icons begin lighting up on the screen, indicating other ships that I’m in near-real-time comms range of. I open the channel to a ship 12 light seconds away.

  “This is Captain Kronos of the Time’s End,” I say. “We’re approaching the pirate swarm to trade. Requesting status update.”

  It will take 24 seconds to hear back even if they answer immediately. Twenty-four seconds come and go, and after a minute or so I get a response.

  “This is Domino of the Beyond the Beyond,” a gruff voice crackles. “The swarm is barely a swarm right now. Harmony is mobilizing. A lot of pirates heading to Venus and taking up the privateer deal. I’m considering it myself.”

  Harmony is mobilizing? Harmony never mobilizes. And I have no idea what deal he’s talking about.

  Minna floats in beside me.

  “You’re up?” I ask.

  She smiles. “Looks like it, doesn’t it? You know what a privateer is?”

  “Uh, of course,” I say.

  She shakes her head. “No, you don’t. In ancient history, it was pirates hired by a government. They used them to fight other countries without formally declaring war.”

  “So…”I say, “the Tsarina of Venus is hiring pirates?”

  “Sounds like it,” Minna says.

  I send another message to Domino. “What’s the deal? What do you get for being a privateer?”

  I run my hand through Minna’s hair as I wait for the response. She kisses me, and I nearly forget everything else around me. I decide I don’t even care if Ramu or Delphie walk in on us. It’s not like they don’t already know.

  Domino’s voice comes back on. “If you sign-on for a one-year contract, you get full immunity for past crimes. And any Earth ship you take out, you get to keep whatever you loot. The only downside is that if you so much as threaten a Venusian or Martian ship – or even another privateer – they’ll blow you out of space.”

  “Thanks, Domino,” I say. “You have a copy of the contract?”

  A minute or so later it’s on our tablets. I hand it to Minna.

  “Me?” she asks.

  “I’m a pirate, not a lawyer.”

  “I’m a scientist, not a lawyer.”

  I smile. “Which one of those two is closer to lawyer? Pirate is possibly the opposite of lawyer.”

  “All right,” she says, “let me read it.”

  “Figure out if there are any sneaky loopho
les, and see if signing the contract will get you completely off the hook.”

  “What contract?” Ramu asks.

  Delphie is standing next to him. They’re both sweating. I grin and wink at Delphie, but she scoffs.

  “Check your tablets, I sent them to everyone. We have to discuss this before I decide.”

  They probably didn’t fuck, not yet. Just more training. Our engines are running again to slow us down, so regular feet-on-the-ground training, I assume. Or backs on the ground, one of their backs, depending on the position….

  “Kronos!” Delphie hisses. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you just phrased that! We discuss it, you decide!”

  “I thought you weren’t a good lawyer?” Minna whispers to me.

  “That’s right,” I say. “I decide. Anyone who disagrees with me is free to go. I’m not going to make you sign anything at gunpoint.”

  Ramu furrows his brows and flicks his ears as he reads, and then he lets out a frustrated grunt. “The language is all fancy and shit! I can’t tell what it’s getting at! These assholes are trying to get pirates to bite on the deal, and they write like this?”

  Minna puts her tablet down. “In plain language, the pirate swarm will continue as usual. The main difference will be that you’re only allowed to pirate Earth ships and other pirates who don’t sign the contract. No attacking anything from Venus, Mars, or other privateers.”

  “What do we get?” Ramu asks.

  “You get immunity for any past crimes – the slate wiped clean. And during the contract period, anything you loot is yours to keep, free and legally.”

  “Legal piracy! Hell yeah!” Ramu shouts. “And all my past crimes, even….” He looks over at Delphie, hesitates, then says, “Never mind. But all of them, yeah?”

  “Yes,” Minna says.

  “Wait,” Delphie says. “Did you notice the trick?”

  Minna starts to nod.

  I nod too, quickly, so that they think I see it, too. I don’t.

  “Oh, Captain, you see it, too?” Delphie asks.

  Shit.

  “Why don’t you explain it to us, since you’ll be the one deciding?” Delphie crosses her arms.

  “Uh,” I say, coughing.

  Minna puts her tablet down, and I notice her finger is pointing to one specific line. The one about attacking pirates who don’t sign the contract.

  Oh! I got it!

  “Well, Delphie,” I say, smugness seeping into my voice. “It’s clearly going to be dangerous for us if we fail to sign the contract. We’d need to completely avoid the pirate swarm around Earth, and we’d need to conduct the bulk of our business on the fringes – probably sticking to the belt. If we don’t sign, all the pirates who do sign will eat us alive, and the peacekeepers won’t lift a finger to stop them.”

  “Shit…,” Ramu says. “I think we gotta’ sign then, Cap. We definitely can make more money as privateers.”

  I don’t need Minna or Delphie to feed me the next part of the trap. Even I caught this next part.

  I put my tablet down. “I think I agree with you, Ramu, but there’s a problem. It’s clear that if we don’t sign, the pirates who do will have free reign on us. I expect that even if we fight back, the peacekeepers would arrest us – or just kill us – ”

  “That’s why we gotta’ sign, Cap!”

  “Why do you think they want us to sign so badly? They must know that Harmony is about to make her move. You see the line in the contract about us being drafted into a pirate armada if Harmony makes any offensive move on Venus or Mars? And you see how many ships from the swarm are heading toward Venus?”

  “Uh,” Ramu says, “I must have stopped reading before that part.”

  “You and all the other pirates,” Minna says. “They put the parts about free loot and immunity up front.”

  “Even if we gotta’ go to war,” Ramu says, “we can still make money.”

  Minna bites her lip. “What if they order us to sit on a rock somewhere and hold a defensive line? What if we’re camped out there for months?”

  Delphie looks over the tablet. “It says they have to provide us with basic equipment and provisions if they draft us. As well as a modest salary.”

  “Yeah,” Minna says. “Basic.”

  “All right,” I say, cutting through the chatter. “I think we need to sign this. I’m not happy about it, but it’s the only way I see for us to get out of this situation.”

  Delphie scoffs. “You mean the situation you created by prioritizing your girlfriend over everything else?” She stares long and coldly at me, then says icily, “Captain.”

  I take angry steps toward her, but I calm down before I reach her. I clench my fists and stare her down. “I’m not going to lie. The main reason I want to sign this fucking trap contract is to protect Minna. I honestly don’t know what I’d have done otherwise. Maybe I’d have been in favor of lying low in the belt? Maybe we’d have been able to come out and pick ships off once war broke out, looting as we please while everyone is distracted? If that’s what you’d rather do, I’m sure there’s a captain somewhere in the swarm who is planning to do just that. You’re free to sign on with them. I’m a pirate with fucking heart...and until recently I didn’t know where or to whom my heart really belonged. But now I do, so fucking deal with it! You wanna’ stay a Fallen Seraph, Delphie, then go get lost somewhere. Or stay with me, and find something worth fighting for!”

  Delphie is still staring up at me with defiance, but the icy chill is gone from her eyes. She’s going to stay with Ramu, and I already know Ramu doesn’t want to go back to the belt. I may not have all the answers, but it feels like the real answer for a fallen Seraph is to find its mate – not to become a full Marauder again and run away to another star. Delphie must sense that.

  “Everyone has to decide,” I shout. “I’m signing that fucking contract now and beaming it to the swarm. I don’t want to get jumped on by privateers as we arrive. If you want to get out, you better find a new captain fast.”

  Delphie skulks off, but Ramu stays. “I’m signing too, Captain. I didn’t want Delphie to hear about all the bad shit I did...but it’s a lot, and it’s really bad. Maybe after this contract is up I can retire. I never thought I’d be able to give up the pirate life, being as I’m a fugitive and all.”

  I nod. “Thanks for staying on, Ramu. That means you’re full crew now.”

  The three of us sign the contract. Delphie will be safe for as long as she’s aboard the Time’s End, even if she doesn’t sign. If she can’t get another captain in the swarm to take her, I can try to get her a shuttle back to New Rotterdam. But with Ramu on board, I expect she’ll sign soon.

  After Minna signs, she looks up at me, and her lip trembles. Tears start to stream, and I notice Ramu sneak out of the room the moment the first tear falls.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, taking hold of her. I pull her against my chest, and I feel her warm tears soak through my shirt. “This is exactly what we needed! You’re safe now. There’s no reason to cry.”

  She looks up at me with red eyes. “I’m crying because of what you said.”

  I run back through everything I said in my mind. Where did I fuck up? What little thing did I say wrong? Maybe she misinterpreted something –

  “No one has ever stuck up for me like that...no one has ever cared for me like that,” she says, her voice breaking up.

  Oh. She’s happy? I put a hand on the back of her head and strengthen my grip on her, to let her know I’m really there and won’t let go.

  “Maybe I just really want a badass woman with a biosuit on my crew, and I’m using you,” I say, smiling.

  She looks up at me with wide eyes.

  “I’m joking!” I say. “I don’t want you fighting at all!”

  “But I signed the contract,” she says. “I have to fight if they draft us.”

  “It’s an armada,” I say. “The Time’s End has to fight, it’s up to the captain to say what each individual
crewmember does. You’re the cook.”

  Her tears stop, and I can’t decide if that’s good or bad. She seems almost angry now.

  “Really, Kronos? The cook? After all this, I’m just the cook?”

  “What do you want?” I ask. “You want me to throw you and Jerky out of the ship so you can board an enemy ship and murder everyone inside? You think I’m going to risk you like that? Or force you to kill?”

  She lets out an annoyed huffing sound that only a woman can make. “There’s a middle ground, somewhere between being your kitchen slave and being thrown like a bullet out of the ship.”

  “All right!” I say. “You can just relax, help however you want. You don’t have to cook!”

  “Oh,” she says. “So your sex slave then? Just lay on the bed and wait around for you?”

  “Get Delphie to teach you the engineering stuff! You’re a scientist, probably engineering is the same type of crap….”

  “Do you even know what kind of scientist I am?” she asks, crossing her arms.

  I narrow my eyes at her. Shit. What kind of scientists are there even? She made a biosuit, so….

  “Biologist,” I say.

  “Damn it, Kronos!” She gets up and starts to walk away.

  “Hey, where you going?”

  “I’m going to cook! That’s all I’m good for.”

  I should feel frustrated or dejected, but I don’t. I lean back in my chair and think it all over. It would be too easy if things just fell right into place, wouldn’t it? Nothing in my life has ever come easy – not even close. Hell, I’ve known Delphie since we were both kids, and she still doesn’t listen to a thing I say. If I want Minna’s heart, I’m going to fight for it. I’ll have to fight for it like a pirate. I’m going to have to steal it.

  Ramu comes back in. “Delphie signed. I saw her on the privateer manifest.”

  I smile. “She didn’t tell you she signed though, huh?”

  “Nope,” Ramu says. “I guess that would be admitting too much.” He twitches his ears rapidly and licks his lips.

  “She’ll come around,” I say.

  “What about yours? I just saw her beating some eggs to death.”

  “I pissed her off,” I say, grinning.