Defiler

by Cari Silverwood

  “When I come in you, you’re mine,” he said in his rumbling, crushed-gravel voice. “Don’t forget that, ever.”

  Then he slammed in and held her in place again just with his body weight, doing that slow grind while both his cocks pulsed, clearly primed, swollen to the maximum girth she could fit inside her. Her clit pulsed in time.

  She coughed with her forehead to the wall and whimpered. “Please. More. I need to come.”

  “Greedy earth bitch.” He chuckled.

  She spun out of control from the pleasure. With her open mouth feeling wall under one side of her lips, she spasmed down onto him and he gasped out his own moan.

  “Ohh,” she breathed.

  He began to fuck her again. Steady, hard strokes that took her from almost empty to full to the brim and hurting from the stretch. He sped up and let go of her neck to use both hands on her ass cheeks, keeping her open and in place yet still holding her so her toes left the floor. One last train-shunting fuck jarred her. His cum seemed to swell her insides with heat. She swore, shuddering into an explosive orgasm that left her spread-eagled, plastered to the wall, and gasping in and out in little screams.

  “I’m done, princess.” Still inside her, he let her slide down to stand flatfooted and wrapped his arms about her. “You’re mine.”

  Man machine was definitely the word for him.

  “Good,” she slurred, snuggling her face into his arm. “Now can you pull up my tights?”

  “In a minute. We have to do some amazingly scary things soon. Give me this time to hug you then I’ll help you clean up. Let me talk to the others.”

  The man was sweet. If anything could make her heart pump glitter and rainbows it was a considerate, loving man who was also a killer lover. The wall probably had dents. “Sure.”

  After he withdrew from her, she turned around in his arms and he lifted her up again for yet another awesome hug. Talia tried not to peek at the others. They were talking quietly about this and that, except for Brask who looked back at her, smiled, and nodded. That made her toes curl. She had two lovers, two alien lovers. She kissed Dassenze’s neck.

  A strange itching, crawling sensation came to life on her back, extending slowly from below her neck to the small of her back. When it strengthened and began to burn, she couldn’t hold back any longer. There’d been bullets flying, dead critters flying, all kinds of mayhem.

  “Dassenze?”

  “Mmm. What is it?” He let her slide down his body the foot or so it took for her to touch ground.

  “I need you to check my back. It feels odd. I’m worried I’m infected with something. I mean Willow, the roaches, all this shit we’ve been through –”

  “Shhh.” He tapped her nose. “I will look now. Do not worry over the unknown. The answer will be yours in a moment.”

  She smiled lopsidedly. “Thanks.”

  He did as he’d promised, shielded her while helping her clean with a bucket of water, even wiping the blood from her skin, then when she was dressed, he had her turn so he could edge up her shirt. She had a bra on so at least this wasn’t too revealing.

  Not that everyone hadn’t heard her getting screwed to the wall. Going red when she again looked at the others was guaranteed. At the light brush of Dassenze’s fingers on her back, she shivered.

  “Brask! Come here.”

  Hearing Dassenze call Brask over alarmed her. “What is it?”

  “I’ll tell you soon.”

  The intake of breath was loud. So Brask was startled?

  “Wow. So fast?”

  “Yes.”

  They were discussing her back without telling her what they saw? “If you d –”

  Dassenze interrupted. “I’ll describe it to you. This here.” His fingers again touched her back, tracing a sinuous line all the way down. “It’s a bond mate marking coming up. Just the hint but it’s rising so quickly that I’d say within a day it’ll be solid. It’s a whole intertwined design running down your spine. Blue and bronze tinged scales. Some are through properly already. Very beautiful.”

  “Knew it.” Brask laughed. “You took so much convincing.”

  She turned around, tugging down her shirt and feeling self-conscious at all the attention. Slicing up the evil enemy with a katana was easy compared to facing this strange relationship into which she’d fallen.

  “Come.” Dassenze seemed to have figured out she needed reassurance, for he drew her close and under his arms again. “Yes, I admit to this. Though truly, I knew it myself long ago. If I have made a wrong decision, it was worth it to have time with you both. Now however, we have to prepare for war. There is no more time for us. Talia?”

  He looked down at her with kindness in his eyes. “You cut the floor. I need to find out if you can now cut through our walls.”

  As the strangeness had grown on her back, another, milder sensation had built, radiating through her body. She shut her eyes and bowed her head. Light flared behind her eyes, and burst into every muscle and every cell in her body, leaving her brimming with raw energy.

  “I think. I can.”

  Walking out into the room was indeed odd. She half expected catcalls and jeers or whistles even though she also knew that wouldn’t happen.

  Willow, of course, was too wrapped in her own world to notice much. The males mostly ignored her, but the women came over, quietly smiling, and Ally, little Ally who got headaches from being close to human thoughts, actually hugged her, saying softly, “Dayum. I want to do that one day. Don’t tell Rimmil.”

  Brittany rolled her eyes and squeezed her shoulder. “Overachiever. I never did see what you emailed me after I told you about Jadd, but I bet you went crazy.”

  Yeah, she had but she just shrugged. She could feel herself going red anyway. Public sex wasn’t exactly normal. Then again, considering the Earth was toast and aliens were invading, maybe normal wasn’t normal. She tugged down her shirt and prayed she wasn’t leaking cum into her tights. Dying while looking like the whore from planet sixty-nine wasn’t how she wanted to go out.

  Dassenze sauntered over, patted her ass, and took charge. “War plan! Let’s get this moving!”

  Male dominance move, but she smiled. She didn’t mind being his and Brask’s at all, not one eency-weency bit.

  At that, the men gathered and paid attention. Only the unmated ones dared to glance her way. Dassenze was probably staring back at them, as those didn’t last long.

  Ally was the resident brain when it came to knowing what others were doing, and that included where the factory queen really resided. Where was her home, the place to where all the signals led? They asked her, she thought, and replied with little hesitation.

  “There.” Ally stood, walked to one wall, and pointed.

  So be it.

  Talia poised before the wall, her katana held out to the side. She’d tried once already and had been saddened by the scrape of her ancient sword as it encountered a stronger metal

  Maybe this was foolish.

  Maybe she needed to remember when she’d last achieved greatness with this blade. She closed her eyes and sank herself into the memory of striking the floor and blue havoc blasting loose.

  She raised the blade again, stared, and thought of what she wanted to happen.

  Cut.

  She struck.

  It wasn’t hard. It wasn’t easy. It just was.

  Bleeding blue fire, the blade ripped through metal that was no longer there, then she made it describe a neat square, cutting free a section of metal that fell outward, toppling over with a clang.

  “How far, Ally?” she asked, smiling triumphantly but not taking her gaze off the opening she’d made.

  She was blade. She was storm. And after this, she could make a damn fine living opening canned goods.

  “Ummm. I can’t say. I’ll tell you when we’re close, but, you rattled her doing that. She’s annoyed and frightened and angry. And she’s happy too. Her friends are coming.”

  What did that mean
? It didn’t sound good. Talia stepped through the hole after Rimmil and Brask.

  Another room, more machinery. No Bak-lal. Yet. The others climbed through after her.

  “Women in the middle,” Dassenze ordered then he took Talia’s arm. “Except you, my princess. You can stay with me.”

  “Of course.” She smiled, though she’d been ferocious a moment before, his hand on her still made her shiver with delight. What a way to go into battle. “Next room?”

  “Yes.”

  Their progress was swift and marked by the sizzle of her sword and the clang as more irregular squares of metal bit the dust, metaphorically speaking. The Bak-lal arrived on entry to room number five, running screaming into the room like misbehaving zombies. Only three had a gun and they were picked off fast. After that it was shooting, bodies hitting the floor, sizzle, clang.

  After two more rooms, Brittany had only had to heal four bullet wounds, one bite, Brask’s leg, again, and one knife wound, but she was tiring – they all were.

  “Last room,” Ally whispered hoarsely, nodding at the next wall.

  “Her inner sanctum?” Brask gestured with his rifle.

  “Yes, past that, it’s her in her brain pod. Her friends are nearly here too.” Ally frowned. “I don’t think we’ll like them.”

  “No, we won’t,” Dassenze said. “I have something to tell you all when we get in there.”

  Chapter 26

  She would’ve clapped her front pair of legs together with joy and done a body shake if she’d been above surface. Instead the factory queen sent a chortle down her data lines. So many decades below ground, but soon she would crack the earth open, emerge, and stand proud on her many legs. However many there were. She’d lost count during the past few years. Perhaps an accounting of her structure was due?

  As of now she had a smaller, urgent matter. Her little group of humans had cut its way to her brain pod area. She’d hurriedly stirred and accelerated the soldiers she had stewing, including two who were to have been her pride and joy. Sadly her spider girl was incomplete but she could make another once these bad ones were disposed of or caught.

  She checked the progress of her special Ascend nerve chewers and the new bioconverted soldiers. They were coming. They would arrive in time. Spider girl had more than enough strength in her six or seven...again with the counting problem.

  Factory queen tsked at herself. The humans had cut through some lines that were making her think all skittery. Numbers were going missing.

  Never mind, spider girl’s strong tentacle-spider legs were good to go. Doors would not stop her nor fancy blue swords. She was fast and strong, if a little destructive.

  She focused down to see the room that spider girl currently tip-tapped and crawled through, watching the multitude of holes ripped in various walls by her tentacle legs. The girl’s purple eyes glared from under her swaying fringe of black hair. Not nice. Her interior décor was being ruined. Still, she was worth the trouble. The rusty old beast-machine-adaptor screwed into her brain, in the last minutes of her awakening, would let her be controlled when the time was right. Mutter and splutter all she liked, spider girl was hers.

  *****

  Talia slumped into the wall she’d cleared, and slid down to sit. She was sweating again, her whole body shaking from weakness and pain. Next apocalypse, she’d use a better deodorant.

  And her stomach was rumbling. When had she last eaten?

  The last few rooms had been packed with machines and metal structures. They’d had to weave and dodge in places to get through, but this one had been worse. She’d had to carve through strange, knitted metal and cylinders the size of cows, pistons that size too. Immense things. They’d run out of ammo too and had resorted to knives and fists and her sword. Cutting up Bak-lal soldiers was a sight more disturbing than cutting metal. It took a toll on her. These used to be people with homes, families, children. She’d done it because she had to.

  People. And all in bits now. She shuddered. She needed some bleach for her brain.

  The men had wrenched loose the pieces she’d cut to throw them out through the hole by which they’d entered this room. Getting out again might be a nuisance, though both in front and behind her, this curved room seemed to have a duct-like space kept clear. There might be ways to get out.

  They might also have to fight their way through Bak-lal to do so.

  To her left, three yards away, and past a few last jagged chunks of metal, was the next barrier. What it was had been a no-brainer. It glowed green and hummed. Brain pod wall.

  She wiped her damp forehead with her arm then smiled up at Brask and Dassenze as they lumbered over to sit beside her. Just having them next to her, all that male muscle bumping against her hips, made her feel stronger, even if they too were sweaty and exhausted.

  “Have a rest, everyone.” Dassenze found her hand and clasped it, his fingers entwining with hers. It made her find Brask’s to do the same. “Lean on a wall. Have a drink. We have one last thing to do and I need to be honest with you all.”

  That sounded ominous.

  “Over there.” He pointed to the curved wall. “Is what we have to get through to kill the factory queen.”

  “Excuse me.” Steve stuck up a hand. “Won’t she hear this?”

  “Maybe. Nothing I can do if she can. What I have to say she already knows. There is a large part of the Bak-lal fleet arriving here very soon. It’s entered your solar system and is slowing down, according to information I just received. I’ve known this for days. I thought it best not to tell you, but sometimes I overstep my rights.” Dassenze nodded slowly. “You need to know this. It means that even if we kill her, this planet will still be theirs.”

  The hush was deadly.

  Rimmil uncrossed his ankles and straightened from the wall. “Then why must we do this? I know it has to be important or you would not have led us here.”

  “I believe, and I think so do her Bak-lal sisters and brethren, that she has the key to something called earth magic. I don’t really know what it is, but it’s what she’s using to make her most unusual soldiers and it’s what all of you – Brittany, Willow, Ally, and my Talia.” He nodded at them in turn then pressed her hand. “Are using. If her knowledge, her method, is shown to the others, I think the universe is in great trouble. They may be unstoppable.”

  “Ohhhh, fuck,” Ally said, biting a fingernail. Her forehead creased and uncreased. Rimmil put his arm around her and said something to her with his mouth to her ear. “I’m with you, sir. I am.” Her lips set in a line. “I think we all are.”

  A chorus of yes followed from everyone.

  “Thank you. I am most impressed by your courage, though knowing you all over these last weeks, I am not surprised.”

  “Is there a chance we can escape this fleet? Or that ours will arrive too?”

  He hesitated but then Dassenze grudgingly nodded. “Yes.”

  He was lying and she knew it. Oh well. She squeezed shut her eyes and drew in a shaky breath. This room seemed a place away from everything bad, just for one, peaceful second.

  “There is one other problem. A serious one too, I’m afraid. This magic affects your sun when it’s used in large doses. Not only your magic but hers.” He nodded at the glowing wall. “Your sun is already far less than it should be. Millions of years have been sucked from its useable mass in the last day. I hate to think what she’s been creating. We need to get up now and work fast.”

  “Wait.” Talia sat forward. “I know this sounds terrible, but if it comes down to it, is there a way to make the sun go critical. Black hole time? It would destroy us, her, this fleet?”

  “Well.” For once Dassenze seemed floored. “I hadn’t considered that. Suicide for your whole system?”

  Talia looked up at the others, her throat tightening. The strain was making her feel cold and achy. “This seems suicide anyway. If we had to?” Everyone was looking at her and slowly, one after the other, they nodded.

  �
�I don’t know if we can. Making a black hole happen would be very unlikely. For now, I want to plan how to get at her.”

  The answer to that was obvious. She freed her hand and took up her sheathed katana. “My sword. I can get in there and carve her up.”

  “It won’t work.” He pointed at the brain pod. “She’s huge. Her brain is. See how slight that curve is? You could damage her but to guarantee death and loss of all knowledge so that it’s irretrievable, you’d take hours. I don’t know if we have that. I’d planned to use a charge made from our ammunition. There is none.”

  Ally cleared her throat. “I can kill her.”

  “Oh? How Ally?” Dassenze rose to his feet, pulling Talia, and then Brask followed too.

  “I...” She shut her eyes. “When Alice killed Betty, I was in her mind and she was in mine. I can transmit emotions. Carry them into other minds. If touching her, I can do this.”

  “Touching her?” Dassenze said slowly, sounding cautious.

  “Yes. If that’s her brain, I guess if you make me a hole, I can reach in and do this.”

  He shook his head. “You’re sure? What would you transmit? What emotion?”

  “Death.”

  Fuck. Where did the girl get these ideas? But then, she was likely the same as her. This earth magic seemed to spew notions. She’d known she could cut walls, though this – the green glowing wall – it looked weird and tough. This one, she had no such surety.

  “Death?” Dassenze lowered his head and looked at Ally on the level. “Whose?”

  She nodded toward the duct. “One of them. They’re coming for us. Kill one when I’m touching it. I can do this. I can kill her.” Ally’s voice shook.

  Poor girl was scared but she was courageous as hell.

  “Okay.” Dassenze breathed the word. “We will do this. Talia. Can you get us in?”