THE VROL TRILOGY

by SK Benton

  "I have that handled, Jennie. You should get back. I can call Draagh for a lift back home when I'm done," offered Bagatelle.

  They're only a few equations, baby. Then she's off to bed, Max said over their private comma channel.

  You mean, we'll have alone time?

  Yup. Give me 30 minutes with her and I'm all yours.

  "Brother, I'm going back with Max. I'll see you in the morning," said Jennie, while trying to suppress a guilty grin.

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  Max barely had the chance to create a sound-absorbing cantus in his bedroom before Jennie had dive-tackled him onto their giant, four-poster bed. She was already stripped down to her bra and panties by the time he shut the door, and now she straddled him, moving her hips back and forth.

  "Baby, I've got a surprise for you," said the smoking-hot lycan female. She leaned forward, with her large, dark breasts practically bursting out of her brassiere. Max smiled and blinked, a silent, minor cantus causing the front snap of it to come undone, allowing her ample bosom to practically (and conveniently) fall out onto his face. Leaning up slightly, he eagerly took a globe into his mouth and began to work it like a champion, his tongue lashing across the areola, causing it to swell with excitement - and that wasn't the only thing that swelled. Jennie gasped with delight as she pushed them together with her hands and mashed her hot, sultry flesh into his face while continuing to grind her hips. The two frequently made love, and whenever they did it was an experiment in lust, with the young couple constantly arriving at new sensuous destinations. The first time they were together they were both virgins, although the woman had much more experience with foreplay. Max, on the other hand, had barely kissed any girls, but there was no indication of lack of experience as of late. Max was a beast, and Jennie an insatiable siren. Together they burned at least 20,000 calories a night.

  Jennie slowly pulled her breasts back from Max's tender attentions and, lowering herself to his face level, cupped his cheeks with her hands. "In the shower, you stud," she hummed, her dusky voice exuding sensuality.

  "The shower, baby? What do you have in mind?"

  "Upside down, in hot water. It's an idea I've had for a while."

  An hour later the young couple relaxed in their massive bed, both worn out and giggling hysterically, totally and eternally in love with each other. They had completely destroyed their shower area. Shampoo bottles, loofa sponges and soap bars were all over the floor, and water had spilled out into the living quarters. A towel comically spun around in circles, hooked onto the ceiling fan that perpetually rotated in their quarters, while sending a fresh breeze onto their naked bodies. They had even overturned and shattered their chest of drawers during their time alone, but Max had easily repaired it with a simple cantus before snuggling with his wife on the giant mattress. Jennie was pressed up against Max's side, her shapely leg resting comfortably on his rock-hard stomach, while he gently caressed her perfect, round posterior, running his fingers softly up her back, tracing along the curvature of her spine. He loved everything about his wife - her appearance was amazing, but he mostly loved her heart and mind. She was the perfect woman, and he was the luckiest man in the galaxy. Giving her butt a light swat, he caused her to yelp.

  "What was that for, Captain Stamina?" she asked with a sexy groan.

  "It's just so nice I had to tap it, baby. So - shower, upside down. Great idea. What's next?"

  "Can you create an anti-gravity cantus? Like, so we can float?"

  The woman had a penchant for kinkiness, and Max loved every second of it.

  "Mmhmm. Great idea. Wanna try it… now?"

  "Oh no, baby. You wore me out. You're such an animal, Maxie!"

  "This animal is all yours, sweetie."

  "Te quiero tanto, Max. Thank you for loving me. I was so mean to you for the longest time, and yet you stood by my side, protected me, saved me and never, ever gave up."

  The woman's gaze penetrated his soul, her cocoa brown eyes reflecting the soft moonlight outside their window. Max Gunnarsson still didn't understand why such a gorgeous and amazing creature would love him, but he was thankful. It was true he had dedicated himself to her, but that was his nature - he cared for others. The two had started as enemies, became friends and then mated for life, as was the lycan way.

  "Jen, do you remember when we first fought Ryder and I killed Ladros?"

  "Oh gawd, of course. Why do you ask, baby?"

  "Well, do you remember when we were playing around and we rolled around on the ground and I tried to kiss you?"

  "Yes, yes I do. Why, Max? What’s up?"

  "I dunno. I was just wondering why you didn't kiss me. It really doesn’t matter now, but I've been curious when you actually realized you loved me. No big deal."

  Jennie leaned in and gently nibbled on Max's earlobe, flicking her tongue delicately, while her sweet breath sounded off into his ear.

  "Baby, I was afraid, not of you, but of me. I had never, ever felt the way I was feeling about anyone the way I was feeling about you at that moment. I wanted to kiss you sooo badly. I really did, but I was confused. Plus, you'd just lopped a guy's head off. But now that I've said that, aren't you glad I waited?"

  Max thought for a moment and decided he would never ask her about the mechanics of their growing relationship again. It was a stupid thing to do. It was ridiculous because they were meant to be, and there was no sense in agonizing over minutiae. He just had one single questions left before he would let it rest forever.

  "Yeah baby. You're right. I am glad. Can I just ask one more thing, and I promise I'll never ask again? Shit, I sound so insecure."

  "Oh my god, love, you can ask me as many times as you like. I really don't mind. I think it's sweet. What would you like to know?"

  "When was the moment when you knew, one hundred percent, that you loved me?" Max looked at his wife, his lover, his eternal flame, bearing an expectant gaze, only wishing for honesty, and she responded without hesitation.

  "In Vladros' dungeon, after I was kidnapped. When you handed me my katana. I felt an energy surge through my body. No… wow, it was actually before you handed me the sword. I saw you, your face. Your beautiful, angelic face and at that moment I knew I wanted to see it every day, every morning, every night, for the rest of my life. Then, when you handed me the sword it was almost as if I had… signed a contract with my soul. I was yours, baby."

  Max smiled and tried to keep from tearing up. He knew she loved him, but her explanation was more than he expected. However, what came next absolutely blew him away.

  "But when did you know you loved me, Max? Crushes are one thing, but when… did you really know?"

  Max always knew. He just never thought she would ask him, so low was his sense of self when he compared himself to his wife.

  "The first time you called me by my given name, love - during our mock battle. You called me Max. I knew, at that moment, that I was yours forever, even if you had chosen another."

  "Max! That's kinda kinky!"

  "I don’t mean it that way, Jen. What I mean is that I was dedicated to your happiness and well-being forever, once you had considered me as a person by using my first name. From that moment on your life was more important to me than my own. That's my definition of love."

  Jennie's eyes grew wide as she stared deeply into those of her husband. Max's love for her had surprisingly matched her own. The young hybrid had no idea the depth of Jennie's love for him. He was clueless in that aspect, as she was of his at the same time.

  "Sweetie, let's put it this way. I would throw myself onto a sword to preserve your life."

  Max looked at his life-mate, flabbergasted, but brought back his own response.

  "Jennie - if you did that, I would use that same sword to take my own life."

  "Then, we are as one," she said.

  "Yup. A 43rd century Romeo and Juliet," he sighed.

  Jennie was his reason for being - his essence. Jennifer Marie Escalante de Gunnarsson was his life's me
aning. Well, she and Liliana. With everything that had happened to the young couple - Max's tragic disappearance, his fortunate rescue and now the upcoming war, he had still not discussed something with her - having a baby. They loved their adopted daughter immensely, but he wanted more. Once the Vrol had been vanquished he wanted to have another child.

  "Love, how would you feel about having a baby once we've taken care of business?" asked Max, giving Jennie a hopeful look. He had no idea what to expect. Jennie was still a bit arrogant about her appearance, and although she was lycan and had massive healing capabilities, she might have believed a pregnancy would affect her proportions. However, she just stared in his eyes for a few seconds before rolling over on top of him.

  "Liliana will need a little brother or sister. I'm hoping it's a boy," cooed the beautiful dega.

  "And I want another girl," replied Max.

  "Another girl? Don't you want a male to carry your legacy and surname?"

  Max gazed in her eyes and kissed her deeply. After softly running his tongue over hers for a few moments he pulled back and smiled. "Baby, I love being surrounded by beautiful, amazing women. And about the surname thing - if you really think about it, it's only a way of identifying someone. It's not even my genetic surname. Hell, I don't even know if I have one."

  "Oh my god, you're right! I never thought about that. We should ask your father about it sometime."

  Vera Base, Azul System

  Seated at a tabletop console, Josh Mannheim carefully analyzed, on four vid displays, the 36 lycans locked up in a stifling dorm room. He had just given the automated food dispensers a command to send lunch to the soldiers, and he thought he would mix it up this time. Josh was a computer guy by nature, and had performed a lot of tasks for the military (before his defection), pushing computer applications to their limits. He sought to break systems, and this time it was no different - except for the fact that he was looking to break soldiers. He needed to find and eliminate their weak points.

  He sent a lunch of bok choi and sea cucumber. He was sure the Samurai would enjoy the lunch, but he wanted to see the Haida and Rhönen responses. They had tried virtually every other way to antagonize the teams, but had failed on every attempt. The only thing they had yet to do was to give them all a bunch of alcohol and see if a brawl broke out.

  Watching intently, he saw the Japanese dig into their plates, while the others looked on with some trepidation. Then a curious thing happened; a Samurai walked over to a perplexed Haida and sat down, explaining the odd-looking food. The Haida took a bite and let the flavor waft around in his mouth, growing a pleasant look on his face. He then lightly elbowed a Rhönen soldier to his left and nodded at the plate. The soldier took a bite and chewed a bit, his face changing to a pleasant expression. Suddenly, everyone was laughing and eating heartily.

  Compatibility was no longer an issue. These men would fight and protect each other with their lives.

  "Hey baby, how's the experiment coming along?" asked Josh's wife.

  "Hey love, all good. Been trying to get these guys to start beating the crap out of each other, but it seems blood is thicker than water."

  "Huh? They're related?" asked the woman.

  "Oh no, baby. It's just that they're all lycans. They have an amazing genetic connection. I have a feeling everything's gonna be alright."

  Josh's wife, Becky, had brought him lunch as she usually did every day. Josh was now a full lieutenant, having been given a brevet promotion by Admiral Bagatelle, and was assisting with various scientific and analysis aspects of operations on Vera, while Becky was mainly worked with data entry. She had been building a database of everyone involved in the rebellion, which was critical to the effort. The database would then be converted and made available via the Hub and through IFF (identification friend or foe) eyepieces. These eyepieces, mostly in the form of contact lenses (but some that resembled sunglasses), would show the users who were friends and who were enemies, as well as the heat signatures and genetic backgrounds of those they viewed. This was so they could identify genetic vampires, Vrol (for later), mages and normals.

  "Well, I brought you choripan and kraut. You really like sauerkraut, don't you, baby?"

  "It's an acquired taste, hun, but yeah. I like the flavor."

  "Cool. Just… brush your teeth before going to bed," laughed the young lieutenant female.

  The two had been turned to lycans upon their arrival to the Rhönen Dominion. It wasn't a planned thing, but Max thought it would be a great idea, and a just reward for those so dedicated to their efforts. They would be practically immortal, but further, they had become much more physically attractive than they had previously would have ever been.

  They had also made intensive efforts in learning Castilian Spanish, as they planned to retire in Nueva Argentina once the Vrol war was won. Of course, Becky's friendship with Jennie was strong as ever, even though the wife of the hybrid was kept busy training troops in the Rhönen and raising her precocious young daughter. However, Becky felt a special connection to the young Gunnarsson, the girl even calling her tía (aunt), which made the woman feel quite special.

  "Josh, do you think we're going to win this war… really?"

  "Yeah, of course hun, why do you ask?"

  "I dunno. Sometimes I feel so disconnected. Sometimes it's like there's not gonna be a war at all."

  "Love, that's you listening to Johnson and his bullshit and you know it."

  Becky grinned lightly and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. The vamp's a total puke."

  "Agreed. Hey! Mr. Draagh offered to disguise us so we could have a night out on the town anywhere we like. What do you say?"

  "With you, baby? Anywhere. How about a double date with Max and Jennie? Hell, we could go to a different timeline, anywhere in the galaxy!"

  "Serious? That would be way cool. I'd love to get to know the Captain a bit more, anyway."

  Josh quickly wolfed down his sandwich and gave his wife a sly grin. "Um, I think I'm ready to brush my teeth. How about a lunch break?"

  Becky grabbed her husband's hand and practically dragged him out of his chair, making a beeline to their private quarters.

  "Use some mouthwash too, sweetie."

  Chapter 16 - Attack!

  Admiral Luigi Bagatelle had waited far too long, and his most trusted senior officer knew it. Jennie, actually. Max was still reticent about attacking Azul System so soon. They had only recently brought together dozens of troops from the Rhönen Dominion, Saxman and Tokyo. It was certain they would not try to murder each other, but he was still queasy about their ability to actually function together on the field of battle. Azul system had just experienced a double full moon, so they had five weeks before the next phase 3 dilemma. Bagatelle figured if they couldn't unify the Federal government in that amount of time they had no chance against the Vrol anyway. They had already tricked Coby Worthington, making him believe he would avoid his change the phase 3, but instead locked him in a cage in a hidden location on Azul and observed him.

  He made a very docile werewolf, and remained calm in his cell, licking himself repeatedly. However, he did have near-sentience and would probably be able to roam free sooner than most.

  "Max, we have to move. Now."

  "Admiral, I agree with you one hundred percent, but I guess Max here is getting a little scared," said Jennie.

  "I am not getting scared, Jen. It's just. Well, dammit. I'm a scientist, and I'm binary - black and white. Either things work or they don't."

  "Max, you need to understand," said Bagatelle, "when entering into the theater of war, nothing is for sure - like one of your equations. There's always room for error. That's why you have to fight. If it were for sure, no one would die. One side would win and the other would merely surrender."

  Max looked at his wife, and then at his commanding officer and sighed deeply, his head lowering slightly as if in resignation. He knew he was wrong. But this was the new Max. People had died due to his failure to act in the past
. He wanted people to live.

  "Okay. I'm with you. Plus, my wife would kick my ass if I kept arguing."

  "You know it, sweetheart."

  "And I'm your commanding officer. Even though you could probably melt my brain with a thought."

  "Brother, he could do much worse. Trust me."

  "Basta! Yes! I have awesome brain-melting powers, but I would never do that to G. Admiral, what are your orders?"

  Bagatelle smirked and looked at his little sister and her husband, knowing he was in the best of company. In his previous life, the one before getting involved with Max, he would have never allowed his subordinates to converse with him in such a manner, but things had changed. They had changed immensely, and he was now preparing to fight for Mankind's right to exist. He just had to remove a bunch of self-serving jerkoffs first.

  "We need to mobilize and take over the rest of the military. We have nearly all the Navy, but only fifty percent of ground forces. Still, I think they'll cooperate when they see our impressive off-world contingency. And, can you tell me - how do you melt brains?"

  "Microwave radiation cantus. Didn't you ever take Home Ec class in secondary school?" asked Max.

  "Actually I did. I got an A."

  "It was my only C," added Jennie.

  "Oh, that explains it," responded the lycan captain, only to receive a glare from his gorgeous wife, who, if she wanted to, could have married the richest man in the galaxy and would have never had to worry about cooking for her entire life. But instead, married the son of the Taxiarch and was made near-immortal. Good choice.

  "Baby! Your empanadas are super good. I especially like the ones with spinach and cheese," pleaded Max, knowing he had done a good job of pissing Jennie off.

  "Yeah, whatever," she said. "Brother, tell us what you need and we're on it."