Belisarius took her hand and grinned. “I bribed her.”
“You... bribed her?” Sarah asked, her eyes widening. Belisarius lifted her hand. His lips gently pressed to her knuckles, his eyes meeting hers as he murmured against her skin.
“My operational budget included a rather significant chunk of universal credit, enough to pay for her various appetites. She needed to win or lose two fights to get her dental plan. So, I slipped her half my UC through a hard-drop drone, while she wasn’t near her AI, and she did the rest.” His eyes glittered slightly. “The best way to win is without fighting. Whether it means taking a defensive position and forcing the enemy to come to you, or to disarm the enemy with a few credits and a smile.”
“And a steak?” Sarah whispered.
“I was...hoping to need to use more than just a steak...” his voice was a quiet croon and his lips kissed her wrist. The gentle touch sent a flare through her skin, throbbing from her arm to her breasts to her cunt. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head forward as Belisarius gently drew her forward, shifting his seat so that they were next to one another. Sarah let herself wriggle onto his lap with a little giggle, gasping as he kissed her neck. His teeth nibbled at her throat and Sarah rolled her head back, her nipples hard little diamonds. She felt like she had drunk a dozen glasses of wine and all of them were spinning through her head. She closed her eyes, leaning her head forward and burying her nose against his raven black hair, breathing in his crisp, clean scent.
Aiiiiiiden, she thought.
Hows the fucking?
S-Shut up! She lifted her head up, then blushed even harder as Belisarius’ questing fingers found the buttons on her dress uniform. The cloth parted like the waters of the ocean, slithering over her shoulders as her back arched itself, making it easier for his blue lips to kiss their way to her nipples. He found a nipple and he sucked on her. She moaned and closed her eyes tightly, figuring that if Aiden could snark, he was fine. Her fingers cupped Belisarius’ head, holding him close as his other hand gripped her ass, squeezing her through her clothing.
“Bed?” Belisarius whispered, his breath hot against her nipple as he drew his mouth back.
“Absofuckingyesly!”
The bed squeaked as Belisarius dropped her onto it, and Sarah was grabbing and ripping at her clothes as he undid his shirt. Her claws made short work of her dress uniform, and she barely had enough time to pose sexily before Belisarius was on the bed – hungrily kissing her on the mouth, his tongue and hers meeting. He was only shirtless, but that was enough for her to begin her own explorations. Her claws gently caressed along his muscle, bumping over the seams of his battle scars. He had a lot of them. Her eyes closed tightly and she turned her head to the side, moaning softly as she sucked on his tongue, his hands planted on either side of her head as he loomed above her.
Sarah spread her thighs, wanton. Eager.
Belisarius tugged his leggings down with one hand, balancing himself on his knees and his left palm.
Sarah had successfully managed to not peek at his biometrics. Now, it was moot. Now she could feel every inch of his long, thick, powerful dick and it made her toes curl . Sarah arched her back, grinding her belly and her pubic mons against the length of him, reveling in the feeling of his silky, rock hard cock . Her breath drew in a short, shallow gasp as she whispered. “I really like, uh, your...uh, big dick...” She grinned. “Wait, no, I can do way better dirty talking!”
“I’m sure you can,” Belisarius said, sitting back on his knees. He hooked her leg with one hand, lifting her up, so that her ankle hooked over his shoulder. This let him grind the tip of his blue cock against her waiting, eager cunt and Sarah whined, arching her back. Like an animal in heat. She rolled her head back, her spines hooking onto the pillow as she crooned.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now .”
“With pleasure...” Belisarius ducked his head forward and slammed into her. His cock slipped into her waiting cunt with a slick noise that made her almost climax from the audio stimulation alone. The fact that his member bumped against the deepest part of her, grinding against a place in her cunt that seemed to be made purely for the bliss of a big cock, was just gravy. Sarah’s claws almost bit into his shoulders as she reached up, trying her best to only scratch him. Belisarius took this as a challenge. He leaned forward and kissed her again and began to fuck her into the bed with hard, fierce slaps . His hips and her hips met, his balls rebounding off her ass.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Sarah broke the kiss – not because she needed to breathe, but because she needed to moan. “Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck my alien pussy, fuck me hard, Belisarius! God! Yes! Yes!” She shuddered. She was so keyed up and his cock hit all of her pleasure centers that she barely needed his hand – and yet, he still reached down. Holding himself up with his legs and his belly muscles alone, the skinny commander placed two of his long fingers on her clit and rubbed . Shallow, powerful circles, which sent throbbing pleasure exploding through Sarha. Her hair-spines flared outwards, almost giving her an afro as her back arched and she screamed in pleasure.
Her cunt tightened on his dick and her claws scrabbled to either side of her, shredding sheets rather than his skin. Her breasts bounced in time with the slapping of his hips and his balls, a counterpoint of jiggling green flesh as Belisarius leaned forward and bit down on her throat, squeezing tightly enough that it edged between pleasure and pain.
Sarah’s eyes went out of focus and she squirted . Juices frothed around Belisarius’ nuts and dripped from him, down onto the bed, soaking the sheets, even as he shuddered and came inside of her. His cock thrust deep and she felt his warmth busting within her womb, pumping blast after blast of his thick seed into her, seed that her body accepted – as it had accepted Sexy Napoleon and Kellen Grant. Once more, she saw a hazy fog of new units in her eyes, but Sarah had no time to admire it. She waved the image away with a whine, focusing instead on the tight, pleasured expression that filled Belisarius’ face.
Then…
He went slack, his head leaning down, his body pressed to her.
A gentleman to the last, he did not remain there long – even if her incredible strength would have made it ludicrously easy for him to just sprawl there. He laid next to her, panting heavily, then breathed a slow, happy, groan into her ear. “God damn that was good.”
“Thanks,” Sarah whispered. “You were fucking amazing.”
Belisarius’ hand cupped her breast. He played with her. “I can be amazing every night, you know...” He murmured. “You don’t have to leave this base...” He grinned, slowly. His finger tweaked her nipple, drawing a quiet mewl from her.
“W-What do you mean?” Sarah asked.
“Work for Disney, Sarah,” Belisarius said, his voice soft. “The fools at NovaDyne and StarCon might have wanted to cut you up or dissect you or whatever. But Disney knows quality.”
Sarah sat there, stunned to her core.
“You...you weren’t...seducing me to get me into bed ...” She whispered, sitting up, her body gleaming with sweat. “You were seducing me to get me to sign on with the Mouse?!”
Space Belisarius, who had rolled onto his back, regarded her with a wry smile. “The sex was honestly more on my mind then-”
Sarah smacked him. She didn’t use her claws, she didn’t use her super strength, and he still looked as if she had belted him across the face with a sucker punch. He looked so wounded, so aggrieved, that it was almost funny – save that Sarah felt more furious than she had ever felt in her life. “You think I ever want to work for a corporation again in my life , after-”
That was when the door fell inwards – sheered in half by a blinding light.
Standing in the doorway was a seven foot tall, digitigrade figure, with glowing blue eyes and armor of ragged age – sophisticated technologies worn to ribbons by the passage of time. Their mouth and face were concealed by a ragged sheet of shimmering weave that hovered somewher
e between fabric and metal, but their eyes were clearly inhuman – deep set and cylindrical and glittering like crystal. Their arms ended in long, three fingered hands, and each wrist had a heavy, short barreled projector mounted on it, similar to the Plasma Dynamic weapon that Sarah had seen earlier today.
“ Prepare to die , hybrid-traitor, ” the alien said, its voice coming from somewhere deep in its chest – speaking in a language that Sarah did not know, and yet, made perfect sense.
And then he leaped straight at Sarah, a glowing blade roaring to life from the wrist projector.
Chapter Ten: Sarah Runs Away
Sarah screamed and flung herself out of bed right before the blade of roaring, focused plasma punched through bed, headboard, and a good chunk of the wall. She scrambled to her feet, grabbed the entire table, and flung it at the alien. Except she knew that it wasn’t just the alien or an alien. It was a specific alien. The race memories of every species the Claw and the Eye had consumed flared inside of her, and she knew this creature. She knew the weakness of the eyes and their overly focused vision, the way the single inner ear could be disoriented by rapid changes in pressure more quickly than a humans could be, the fact that the legs could kick through a few millimeters of steel, but the knee joints were as easily fractured as a humans if you hit them right.
She knew their name.
This was a Pro-Tass, one of the oldest civilizations the Claw had ever consumed.
“ Sorry! ” She said, in its language.
The Pro-Tass warrior charged right at her with a scream that was somewhere between furious and sorrowful. Sarah ducked as he swung one arm over her head, slashing through an art deco ornament, filling the air with sparks. She kicked out, but the warrior sprang away from her blow, evading the knife blade of her foot before she shattered the bony plates of the knee. She hooked her clawed toes and jerked backwards, catching his forearm and drawing glowing blue blood.
“Sorry!” Sarah yelped again, jerking her leg back awkwardly and holding up her hands in a gesture of apology. The Pro-Tass slammed the bony plate of his forehead into her head and Sarah sprawled on her ass. She groaned, her head ringing, as the warrior stood above her, lifting his arm up, the glowing plasma blade flickering to life. She knew, from her race memories, that it could only ‘flare’ on for a few seconds before needing to recycle and recharge. She rolled out of the way with a shove of her hand and the blade slammed into the floor behind her, then dragged upwards.
Molten, blobby metal flashed out in a wave, splashing onto her back and wringing a scream from her. She got her hands under her, but the Pro-Tass grabbed the back of her head and hauled her to her feet with a growling snarl. “ You cannot flee, hybrid! ”
“No, no, wait, I can explain!” Sarah yelped, her legs kicking.
She felt the nozzle of the projector plant against her back – heard the faint whirr as it began to refresh.
Belisarius, darting through the air like a thrown spear, crashed into the side of the Pro-Tass. His merely human body impacting into the hulking alien had the same impact as a very small, yappy dog hitting a horse.
It distracted him. Which was enough for Sarah to slash with a claw and force the alien to drop her onto the ground. The alien growled. “ She has already claimed your mind, ” he said, grabbing Belisarius by the throat. His plasma blade roared up and he lifted it, ready to thrust it through Belisarius’ head. “ I shall give you the peace you yern for, brave warrior. ”
“Don’t!” Sarah reached out, shoving.
Belisarius hit the floor, unharmed.
So did both of Sarah’s forearms.
They were less unharmed.
Smoke rose from the stumps of her arms, hissing and rising into the air. Sarah blinked a few times, not even registering pain. There was nothing in her brain but a kind of dull shock. She tried to wiggle her fingers, but her arms were on the floor, the fingers unmoving.
“Ow,” she said, meekly, as Belisarius and the Pro-Tass looked at her in mute shock.
“ You... ” The warrior looked at Belisarius, then looked back at Sarah. He lifted his hand up, again, as if he was about to threaten Belisarius. Sarah, who was still not feeling any pain, tried to spring into the way. Her arms spread wide, but her balance was all wrong. She flailed her stumps, tripped over the fragments of the table, then fell onto her ass on the floor as the warrior lowered his arm. “ You tried to save his life. ” He looked back at Belisarius. “ Are you controlled by the hybrid?” he asked, still speaking his language.
“I don’t know what you are,” Belisarius said in English, walking around to stand between Sarah, who was still looking at her stumps in mild and growing alarm. “But-”
“ I’m...what are you playing at, hybrid?” The warrior growled.
“I...am not playing at anything!” Sarah snarled in English. She focused on her arms and, with a tiny wrench of power, began to grow new arms. They flowed out of her stumps like liquid, dripping and hissing as heat glowed from her body, the endothermic reaction of her enhanced metabolism combined with a fierce, ripping, chainsaw growl from her stomach. She was hungry . She needed meat. She grabbed onto her severed arm with her still half liquid new arm, then started to bite her own fingers off.
Belisarius and the alien watched, both of their faces clearly showing their mounting horror.
Sarah pushed the last bit into her mouth, chewed, swallowed, then burped. “Ah, that’s better.”
She paused.
“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ”
She sprang to her feet, slamming her back against the wall. “I just ate my own fucking arm!”
The door would have burst inwards at that moment, as Tex and Aiden both came running in. Tex held a heavy bore revolver in his hand. Aiden held a chair. They both stopped short seeing the alien. “Whoa!” Aiden dropped the chair on the ground, scrambling backwards, while Tex snapped the revolver up, aiming it at the warrior. Sarah stepped between the two, throwing out her arms.
“Don’t shoot!” She said.
A long pause filled the air.
“Well, well, well!” Hailee’s voice cut into the conversation, coming from the PA. “Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican standoff. And we don’t have any Mexicans.”
“I’m part Brazilian,” Sarah said. “Also, no!” She grabbed onto the barrel of Tex’s revolver, shoving it down. When she released the gun, she saw she had accidentally crushed the composite barrel shut. “No shooting, no plasma swording, no chairing. No more anything. We’re going to sit down and we’re going to talk about what the fuck is going on like goddamn adults .” She turned to face the alien, then rattled the same speech off in his language.
“...you can speak alien?” Aiden asked.
“Yes,” Sarah said, then closed her eyes. “And he’s not just an alien. He’s a Pro-Tass.”
“The big one?” Aiden asked, clearly thinking of the galactic map she had shown them. The Pro-Tass had had the largest of the spheres of light, the spheres of habitation that the Claw had consumed. Sarah nodded, mutely, while the Pro-Tass warrior slowly held up his arm, vertically. He touched several controls on the back of his wrist and a glowing blue sphere popped out of the smooth, golden paneled bangle that served as his wrist brace. The sphere floated near his head, then spoke in clear, British accented English.
“I have learned your words,” the Pro-Tass warrior said. “By listening to your radio communications. Your entire race is in grave danger. The Eye has-”
“Yes, we know,” Sarah said. “I escaped from the Eye while it was converting me. I have all the race memories.”
“Oh...” the Pro-Tass was silent for a moment, his translation sphere orbiting slowly around him. “Well, then, you, specifically, are in peril. My race was consumed and devoured by the Eye and the Claw – but the destruction of a civilization the size of ours, even by a race as advanced and terrible as the Claw, takes many generations. There was time enough for us to desperately seek after technologies to save us. When our final w
orld was falling, we discovered the secret of traveling faster than the speed of light. Since then, I have traveled the universe, seeking other races. I have...always been too late...” He shook his head. “But I have managed to, at least, salvage one grim victory. I have always been able to find the same secret laboratories, the same hidden places, and convinced the races facing their own extinction to destroy their notes, their technologies. To deny the Eye and the Claw the ability to travel the stars.”
Sarah stood perfectly still.
“Even now, a Claw fleet gathers in distant space. I have scouted them,” the warrior said, his voice grim. “They will seek to claim this world – to steal your technology. We cannot, we must not allow them to gain access to the secret of traveling faster than the speed of light. Or else...”
Sarah gulped.
“So...” she said, her voice very meek. She touched her pointer fingers, the half-regrown claws clicking quietly in the room as everyone turned to look at her. “Let’s say. Hypothetically. Uh...”
The sky above Wolf-359 B exploded with a million pinpricks of light. Plane shifts, crackling open. Even without augmented eyes, the stars began to go out – blotted out by the sight of an endless wave of bioships, ravening from the depths of space. The sky began to gain new lights – new flares. New sparks. The defense grid of the planet, opening fire on the biological attackers, lasing them. But even as hundreds, thousands of ships burst into the brilliant white spark of a laserfire death, hundreds of thousands more took their place. An air raid siren began to wail throughout the base.
Sarah’s smile was very weak.
“Oopse?” she asked.
***
As the Sarah Gang – now including the Pro-Tass and Belisarius – sprinted through the base, Sarah explained. “When I was being converted, the Eye went through my memories!”
“You know the secrets of faster than light travel!?” The Pro-Tass asked.
“Well, uh, most of us do!” Sarah said, sounding defensive. “It’s not a big secret or anything. It’s just hard to build, but the basic physics, we all know it.”
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