by Vivian Venus
“I’m sorry that you had to experience that,” Kenji told me after landing at the farm. “Not all humans feel that way towards the Ezrok.”
“I know,” I said. “Thank you.”
“We’ll go somewhere else next time,” Jenny told Casey. “Goodnight you two.”
I wrapped my arm around her and we watched the two of them fly off into the night. A cool breeze blew across the sath, making a noise that sounded like the pattering of rain. We went inside the farmhouse, the automated lights slowly brightening the place. Notch stayed dormant in his docking station, and the house was quiet except for our footsteps creaking the floor.
I pulled her up against me, leaned down and kissed her. I had come to enjoy the human ritual quite a bit, and I knew I had improved my ability as I detected the scent of her arousal enveloping me, making me hard. My cock had been aching the entire night for her, having been denied joining with her earlier. Then I felt her hand grasp me, feeling my firmness through my pants. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and she drew her soft lips around my tongue as if she were sucking it like my cock, then she slipped her hand inside and wrapped her warm fingers around my girth. I couldn’t suppress my groan, her touch felt like victory on the battlefield. There was only one thing that could be any better.
I pushed her to the floor, her hands fumbling to get my pants off. Aching for her, I grabbed the waist of her pants with both hands and ripped them in two, underwear and all. She gasped as I yanked the ragged fabric from her body and dipped my fingers between her thighs. She was soaking wet, my fingers coated entirely in her lust. She was ready and so was I. I wasn’t going to wait a moment longer.
She parted her legs for me, her small body trembling on the cool floor, and I lowered myself between her and pressed my cock up against her tiny opening. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I told her, taking her hand in mine.
“I’ll be okay,” she said. “Please, I want you to fuck me…”
I pushed. She opened itself for me, and I was inside her, the warmth encircling me and pulling me in. I had never felt such pleasure in my entire life. Nothing could compare. I was inside her, all the way inside her, and it felt like she wouldn’t let me go. I pushed her soft thighs back so that her knees were at her head, her ass lifting up for me, and slammed down deep into her, driving hard into her pussy. Her eyes never left mine and she held onto my arms, her desperate moans filling the house as I took her.
I could only grunt, my teeth gritted with exertion to keep my cock from exploding into her – decades of built up abstinence and training to suppress my desires all released into Casey’s delicious human pussy. She was glorious, a perfect match for my cock, and I felt her contract around me and watched with satisfaction as the ridges of my length made her writhe in climax again and again.
Casey
That huge thing of his somehow fit inside of me, pushing deep. It was the perfect shape for me, and every time he thrust in and pulled out I could feel the ribs of his shaft against my clit, each and every swollen curve. If he kept this up, there was no way I would be able to hold on… I felt completely depraved, pulling my legs back as far as I could for him, moaning, grasping at his arms every time he pulled back just dying for him to slam back into me and fill the void. I was completely his, he could take me as many times as he wanted and leave me overflowing with his seed…
With us joined like this I knew that we were meant for each other. That’s what it felt like, like we were made perfectly for one another and that the only reason why I had never been interested in finding a man was because I was waiting for Grahf to arrive in my life.
The hardwood creaked with every thrust, and I felt the electric surge of the orgasm being drawn from my core with his cock. And then it hit me. I held on tight, grabbing his arms as my muscles spammed around him, gripping his cock and not wanting him to withdraw. And then just as one orgasm passed another came, and then another, until I was completely numb with pleasure. Just when I thought it was over, Grahf lifted his palm. “Let me show you even more pleasure,” he murmured to me, and I let out a shout of surprise as I felt invisible fingers touching my clit, my nipples, everything, all at once… I felt my eyes roll back as I completely lost control of my body – he was using his repulsor manipulator to pleasure me as he fucked me. It felt like there were three of him there, teasing me, drawing orgasms from my body from every pleasurable spot I had.
Then I felt him get even harder inside me, swelling up, and I knew it was his turn. His eyes were intense with it and he let out a growl as he threw his head back and slammed deep into me. I felt hotness erupt from his cock, filling me up so much that I felt his come leaking out and dripping down me onto the floor. I held myself that way, wanting to keep his seed inside me for as long as possible. Then he slowly pulled out, and I nearly cried out from his absence, wanting him deep inside me again. He collapsed onto the floor next to me, pulling me close in his arms, enveloping me with his body. I nuzzled up against his chest, basking in his scent and his warmth, kissed him once there.
Later we retreated to my bedroom and made love again, this time from behind, my moans muffled by the pillow as he fucked me until my legs could hardly support my body. We collapsed into each other's arms again, our bodies damp with sweat and lust, and snuggled together.
We lay quietly for a while, just listening to the sound of each other's breathing. Grahf’s breaths were huge, lifting me up some every time he inhaled. A question had been on my mind for a while now, and I finally felt like I could ask him.
“Grahf?”
“Hm?”
“What could a war hero do that was so bad that it would cause him to be sent to a farm on Mars?”
He was quiet for a moment. “We were in a village on Ghent, a world under Veldarian control. Our mission was to eliminate the Veldarian force there under any cost. We were especially cautious because we knew that the enemy would shape shift into any form necessary to get the advantage over us, even masquerading as civilians.
“One night my warriors and I came across a group of Ghent younglings, begging for food. It was unusual for anyone to be out at night, especially younglings, and we received an order to engage and terminate them all. My warriors waited for me to lead, our weapons charged and aimed at the targets. We warned them to stay back, but they only kept coming. They were hungry, desperate, and I could not shake the sense that they were as they appeared to be and not disguised Veldarians.
“I held the order. Told my warriors to stand down. Then they attacked anyway, choosing to obey command rather than their commander who had stood by them through every battle. When we returned, I was notified that my command was stripped and that I would be reassigned.”
“Jesus,” I whispered. “You were only trying to do the right thing.”
“At great risk to my warriors.”
“You were trying to do the right thing. You followed your intuition.”
“You…don’t wish to know if my intuition was correct or not?”
I nuzzled into his neck and kissed him. “All I know is you’re a good man, Grahf. That’s all I need to know.”
Chapter 9
A Month Later
Grahf
I drove the planter tractor down the rows of prepped soil, activating the seeding engine to disperse fresh sath seeds into the ground. While the machine was on autopilot, hovering on its own, I opened the cabin door and climbed up onto the very top where I could get the best view. I looked around proudly at the land, and saw Casey’s planter tractor off in the distance, seeding the fields over that way.
Each morning was filled with a rigorous training routine to keep my skills sharp, but there had been no update from command and the mission was beginning to seem more and more like it was a convenient way to keep me silent, far enough from everywhere I could not cause any troubles for the war effort. When I first learned of my fate I wondered why they did not just send me to a prison planet and be done with me forever…but now I was thankful
. It was fate, the entire turn of events, to bring me to her.
I was learning to enjoy life as a farmer. Casey showed me the simple joys of soaking in the land, enjoying the calm. My thirst for battle had learned to coexist with an appreciation for stillness and quiet, and I found that my fighting technique only grew stronger as I learned to incorporate both the form of nature with the explosive power that I already had mastered.
I had become more accustomed with stillness, but it was an Ezrok’s nature to feel fire burning within…and so I released that energy every night with her in her bed. Her spirit always impressed me – it surely was not an easy task to keep up with an Ezrok’s needs, but she certainly did, and I often felt myself struggling to keep up with her.
Having her by my side, eating food I’d grown and prepared with my own hands, enjoying the warm Terran sun on my skin every day – I was surprised at how quickly I had grown accustomed to it. I had gone my entire life believing that the battlefield was the only place I could be happy, but now I realized that was just not true.
I finished my day’s work and when I returned to the house I found Casey sitting out on the porch, sipping from a bottle of Mars Standard. Her jeans were stained and dirty, her shirt rolled up at the sleeves, and she could not have been more alluring. She saw me and smiled, and pulled out another bottle of beer. I sat down next to her and kissed her, and she handed me the bottle. “Two human rituals I’ve come to enjoy,” I said, taking a sip of the beer. It still didn’t affect me at all, but I liked the flavor.
We looked out over the fields, the planter tractors hovering on autopilot off in the distance like gigantic grazing beasts, the late afternoon sun glinting off of their backs. Notch buzzed over to us from the fields. “Planters are operating at full capacity, projected completion time is three hours.”
“Great, thanks Notch,” Casey said. She put her small palm on the top of my hand. “Looks like it’ll be a nice relaxing day today.”
“One more thing,” Notch said. “Grahf, your shuttle alerted me of a newly received transmission.”
I frowned. “How long ago?”
“Just now.”
I stood up. “Give me a moment.” I went to the shuttle and opened the hatch – it had felt like ages since I had last been inside. The console flashed and sat down in the seat and activated the message system.
It was garbled, nothing by noise and bad data. A voice came through. “…is…attleship Dendrion alerting…attack…Mars bound infiltrators.”
The message cleared up and I saw the face of an Ezrokian warrior, a look of fear in his eyes. Behind him was chaos – a ship in disarray, fires burning and wounded laying out on the deck, people clamoring about. “I repeat, this is the Battleship Dendrion, alerting any receiving friendly vessels in the Terran sector. We were caught in a sneak attack by Veldarian infiltrators bound for Mars. Deployed warriors, prepare for engagement! Repeat, prepare for engagement!”
I didn’t have time to question what I had just heard. For them to have made a sneak attack, command must not have taken a chance of infiltration seriously. There had been no warning. It would be up to me and the small handful of warriors on Mars to defend until reinforcements arrived. I called up the terminal and activated my scanners, peering out into space for any sign of the enemy. There was a ping, and my eyes widened.
They were here. Now.
I grabbed my beam staff from the weapon rack and charged it as I ran down the ramp and back to the house. Casey sat on the porch, the beer held to her mouth in a half sip. She lowered the bottle and stood up, a look of concern washing over her face.
“Get inside!” I shouted. “Get inside!”
I heard a deep rumble above me like gathering thunder, then a blinding flash. Casey looked up, horrified. “GO!” I yelled. Notch grabbed her by the hand and yanked her into the house, and I spun around, twirling my staff into a ready position. Up above the sath fields, a Veldarian infiltrator ship had exploded out of warp, all gruesome angles and sharp points. Its belly opened and spat out black blobs that plummeted towards the ground, sending clouds of red dirt and sath flying into the air where they impacted.
I steadied my weapon. A buzz sounded behind me, and Notch flew up next to me.
“I will assist you,” he said.
“What do you expect to do?” I shouted. “You should get back inside with Casey!”
“Not happening. You cannot do this alone, and I have defensive capabilities.”
No time to argue. Trails were running through the sath, dark lines where the enemy was rushing through towards us. I gritted my teeth, angry that command had neglected us. Where had they been…?
I aimed the end of my beam staff and let loose two preemptive strikes, bolts of energy tearing into the field. The Veldarian monsters leapt out above the explosions, blob-like creatures tearing through the air, and I rushed to meet them.
I spun my weapon, impacting against one of them, and then did a flip to dodge one of their attacks. Their bodies shifted and morphed, extending razor sharp tendrils out that could penetrate steel as if it were soft flesh.
I would not let them get through me. I would not let them harm her.
My weapon plunged into Veldarian mass and discharged, scattered the creature into disgusting pieces across the red dirt, and another quickly took its place. Notch was holding his own – a series of energy cannons popped out from his spherical body and blasted away, driving back the attackers, giving me time to dismantle them with my staff.
“Behind you!” Notch shouted and I spun around, thrusting my hand out to grab the creature midair with my repulsor manipulator, and with a flex of my invisible fist the monster exploded.
They kept coming. The Veldarian’s greatest strength was their swarm-like attack, their countless, relentless spawn. Eventually, even I would not be able to hold them off.
Chapter 10
Casey
I watched in horror from the window, unable to do a thing to help Grahf. The more creatures he killed the more appeared, and all I could do was watch helplessly. Were these ships all over Mars? Jenny and Kenji…all I could do was hope that they were safe.
A noise from upstairs sent a chill down my spine. I slowed my breathing, straining to listen. I threw my hands over my mouth as a heavy thump sounded through the ceiling. Oh God, one of them was inside the house with me.
I didn’t have any weapons – there was no need for them here. Bolting to the kitchen, I grabbed a knife off the counter, a uselessly tiny kitchen knife. Then I remembered my repulsor manipulator glove. It was weak and low powered, but it was probably better than this knife.
Where did I put it?
Then I remembered, and my heart sank. I had left it upstairs.
Bangs sounded around the bedroom, and I heard the shattering of glass. I dropped low to the floor. Shit… What was I going to do? If I ran outside I would be right in harm’s way, but inside I was trapped with one of them. I was fucked. I needed to get my glove, it was the only way.
I slowly crawled up the stairs, doing my best not to the creak the floor. God, I’d never hated wood floor until now. Slowly, slowly…
I spotted the glove. It was on a counter at the top of the stairs, directly across from my bedroom. The door was open.
I got up into a crouch. If I made a mad dash for it I could—
The creature exploded out of the bedroom nearly causing me to tumble backwards down the stairs, and I went for it, running at top speed, my hand stretched out. It came at me, a hurling blob of blackness, and I was at the table grabbing the glove and slamming it onto my hand. The creature shot out a pointed tendril that shot straight for my face and I dove to the floor, screaming as I threw out my hand.
The tendril deflected midair and pierced the wall behind me. I was on my feet, the monster vibrating and undulating in hallway. Then suddenly it let out a high pitched screech, its body shook, and it collapsed to the floor like a popped water balloon. My eyes widened. Standing in the doorway was an Ezrok
warrior, a wicked looking knife in his hand dripping with black sludge-like blood.
“He got paired with a female?” he sighed. “What a waste. Don’t worry, girl. Reinforcements have arrived.”
I was speechless. “Stay inside,” he said as he passed me. “You won't be much help with that puny glove of yours.”
He ran down the stairs and kicked open the front door, sending it flying off the hinges.
“H-Hey!” I shouted. “That’s my door!” I ran after him, skidding to a halt in the shattered door frame.
He wasn’t lying – reinforcements had arrived.
Chapter 11
Grahf
I whirled my staff and blasted another Veldarian, just narrowly dodging a whirl of tentacles that extended past my face. Notch’s canons had expended themselves and he was doing his best to defend using his repulsor manipulators.