Harry's Sacrifice

by Bianca D'Arc

  Harry hugged Roshin and she went into his arms willingly. He seemed to be unbending from his obstinate stance. Was he ready to accept her love fully? She still wasn’t sure, but this was a start.

  Gently, she reached up and cupped his cheek, looking deep into his eyes.

  “They say love can work miracles,” she whispered. “You are my miracle, Harry. You and Cormac. Let me be yours. I promise I will do everything in my power to make your life full of joy and happiness, laughter and companionship. I’ve seen it among my human Brethren. I’m familiar with the way human couples interact. I never understood it fully before, but I’m learning. I’m not as Alvian as you think.”

  “Oh, Ro.” Harry’s expression grew tender as he gazed back at her and she drew hope from it. “You’re perfect, just the way you are. I’m the fool, as our friend Cormac so politely pointed out. Can you forgive me?”

  “Always,” she replied without hesitation.

  “And what about you?” Harry glanced up and behind her to look at Cormac. “Can you deal with a stubborn, sometimes foolish, half-human partner in this relationship?”

  “If I couldn’t, you would have known it before now,” Cormac answered simply, a smile playing around his lips.

  Roshin leaned over and kissed him, moved by his easy acceptance. It was going to be a simple kiss, but it turned smoldering in an instant. She was between her two men on the relatively small bed, and the feel of their two hot, hard bodies—Harry’s hands on her torso while Cormac’s lips claimed hers—made her instantly needy. Greedy. Ravenous.

  Cormac leaned into her, and with only a slight hesitation, Harry moved closer too. He removed her clothing and she knew he was okay with the physical expression of her love. More than okay, actually. His hands became eager as Cormac let her go and turned her to face Harry.

  He was tender with her, cupping her cheek before leaning in to kiss her as deeply and hungrily as Cormac, but with a little more delicacy. Both men filled a yearning need deep inside her. Both could be gentle, but they could also be rough and demanding in a way that made her senses burn with desire.

  Four hands undressed her while two mouths kept her busy with kisses and nibbled all over her sensitive body. Being with these two men was better than anything she had ever experienced. They knew just where to touch her, where to lick, where to kiss and where to bite. The pressure they applied made her discover things about her body and what she liked that she never would have guessed before being with them.

  Both of her men were physically superior specimens. She loved running her hands over their muscles and the more sensitive places that made them groan in pleasure. They were both unique in their likes and she was having a lot of fun discovering those little things about them that made them different from each other. She knew how much she enjoyed their explorations of her body, and could guess from their reactions that they liked her doing the same.

  At one point, she was seated between them on the widest portion of the bed, both were kneeling, one on either side of her. Her hands reached out almost automatically to wrap around their cocks. Both men stilled, watching her, waiting to see what she’d do.

  Smiling, she stroked them both while she looked first at Cormac, then Harry and then back again. She leaned one way and kissed the head of Cormac’s shaft, and then leaned the other way and did the same to Harry. She felt their gazes following her motions and knew she had them enthralled at the moment. It was a heady feeling.

  She repeated the motions, taking them deeper and using her tongue until one at a time they both groaned. When she would have done more of this back and forth teasing, Harry stopped her by the simple act of stroking his big hands through her hair and holding her head steady while he fucked lightly into her receptive mouth.

  At the same time, Cormac moved, making the bed dip a little as he lowered himself so he could kiss her skin. He nibbled his way over her spine, then around to her legs. He lifted one foot and surprised her by placing light, little bites on each of her toes. She never thought that would be exciting in a sexual way, but he was teaching her otherwise.

  And then he began stroking her newly sensitized toes with his tongue. She moaned around Harry’s cock and the sound must have translated to him because he followed suit. He stilled, his hardness deep in her mouth as he seemed to fight for control.

  But she didn’t want him to be in control. She wanted him to lose control. To give it up to her—to them. She wanted him to be part of the whole that was their triad, their Resonance Pact. She wanted him to give in to the pleasure and allow it to sweep him away to the place where questions about the future didn’t bother them. Only the present mattered.

  Roshin redoubled her efforts to carry Harry along to that place where only pleasure counted. She moved her mouth on him when he stilled, fighting for control. She sucked and swirled her tongue, using all her skill to make him come.

  And then he did. He gave her what she wanted. He gave up his control. To her.

  That started what became a very long night. When Harry was done for the moment, Cormac tugged her around as if she were some kind of rag doll, positioning her on her back while he slid home between her upraised and spread legs. But he didn’t stop there. He kept changing position so that by the time Harry was recovered and hard again, Roshin was on her knees with Cormac fucking her from behind.

  Harry’s cock was at the perfect height, and she took him in her mouth again, enjoying making him even harder. Cormac made her come three times before he finally gave in and took his own pleasure. By that time, Harry was evidently ready for something other than her mouth, because he picked up where Cormac left off, moving her around in different positions, fucking her in ways she’d never tried before. Every one of them brought her to a higher level of pleasure, and she was moaning in a near constant, rolling climax when he finally came with her.

  They rested for only a short while before it started all over again. This time, they took her together. Harry claimed her pussy while she sucked Cormac off. They came together, nearly in unison, the peak higher that time than any that had come before.

  “It only gets better and better, doesn’t it?” Cormac mused as they lay together in a tangle of arms and legs, breathing hard after that last big climax.

  “Seems that way,” Harry agreed, his voice lazy and satisfied.

  “I wonder if it just keeps happening,” Cormac seemed to ponder the question. He was a scientist as well as a warrior, after all. “Has your sister ever mentioned such a thing? Or your parents?”

  “Whoa, friend. That’s not the kind of conversation I ever want to have with either of them.” Harry laughed and it was a joyful sound. It made Roshin’s heart lighter though her body was completely wiped out from the intensity of their love making.

  “Would you mind if I asked them?” Cormac plowed on, his curiosity clearly engaged.

  “If you do, you’d better make sure I’m nowhere in the vicinity. I don’t want to know about my sister’s—or my parents’—sex lives. Clear?”

  Cormac raised his head and shot Harry a puzzled frown but nodded. “I will ask Davin. He seems a reasonable being. And I don’t think he would take offense at my curiosity, where the humans might, judging by your reaction.”

  “Good call,” Harry mumbled, yawning so wide his jaw made a popping sound.

  Roshin drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter. They’d reached an understanding, she knew, and it made her feel at peace for the first time in a very long time. Things would be okay now. They just had to be.

  “I’m glad to see you three have straightened things out.” Hara beamed at all three of them as he greeted them at Caleb’s door. He was in a jovial mood and invited them in graciously. “We’ll be ready to go in a moment. Caleb is shaving. He wanted to look his best for the cameras, I suppose.”

  Hara winked and Harry had to laugh. Caleb was always neat and tidy, and they’d been recorded for hours and hours last night. It was good to see an Alvian with a sense of humor. It ga
ve Harry hope that he’d made the right decision. If Ro and Cormac could grow into their emotions to be more like Hara and Percival, then they’d all have a bright future indeed.

  “Count on it,” Caleb said in Harry’s mind as he walked into the room from the bedroom.

  “Damn, was I broadcasting? Sorry, Uncle Caleb,” Harry answered, realizing he hadn’t been as careful as he usually was to shield his thoughts. Being in the Alvian city had made him relax his usual vigilance because there was usually nobody here to hear him.

  “No need to apologize, son. I only caught a small echo, but I do want you to know you’ve made the right decision. These two are for you. In all my visions of the future, they are by your side and you are happy. It may not happen right away, but in time, you’ll realize there really was no better path you could take.”

  “Good morning,” Caleb said aloud to the room in general. “I must admit, I’m looking forward to my first tour of the city I’ve been living in all these years.” He walked to the door and waited for them. “Shall we go?”

  What followed was a whirlwind tour, accompanied by Ronin Prime and a very obvious honor guard of Zxerah warriors—both Alvian and human. There were more less-obvious guards perched above and walking within the large crowds that gathered wherever their party went in the large city.

  The single recording bot had been joined by a multitude of others all following and broadcasting events from every angle. Even a few news announcers braved the crowds to offer narrative and on-the-spot interviews.

  Sure enough, around noon, Ronin guided them to a more secure area. It was the aviator’s mess hall that faced one of the landing ports. Floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one entire side of the large room and the vast majority of people present were warriors or those who served the warrior class. They had crossed into one of the clearly military sectors of the city.

  Hara seemed in his element among the warriors. He had been one of their greatest leaders during his earlier lifetime and it was clear the military men all around had great respect for the ancient ones in their midst.

  All of a sudden, a rumble arose from the side of the room where the windows faced the mountains. Many heads turned to see what was going on. Harry looked at Caleb and the Oracle smiled.

  “This is it,” Caleb whispered.

  “What is it?” Harry sent privately.

  “Watch and see. Our Alvian friends are about to get a wakeup call.”

  Hara turned in his seat to face the windows. Their party had claimed a table alongside the windows to enjoy their lunch, positioning themselves perfectly to see the fighter jets closing in on them from over the mountains.

  “Fighter jets?” Harry marveled aloud. “Human aircraft?”

  He’d never seen any in person, but he’d heard about them and seen images at the farm. Uncle Justin had books about the famous military aircraft and even a few precious scale models he’d allowed the kids to look at but not handle unless he was present.

  “Aren’t they beautiful?” Caleb stood and walked right up to the window. “I think those are old Harriers. See the way they can hover?”

  Sure enough, an aircraft rose right in front of the window, its deadly missiles aimed at the gathered crowd, but the Alvians didn’t see the threat at first. Caleb stood and waved to the pilot, who seemed surprised at first, then waved back.

  “Bet he didn’t expect to see a human having lunch with all you aliens,” Caleb said aloud for benefit of the cameras. “Those missiles are live, boys. Unless you all want to die in the next few minutes, I suggest you find a way to communicate with them. Do you have a way to receive and send radio transmissions?”

  One of the Alvians scrambled to raise a console from the center of the table they’d been sitting at, but Percival waved him aside once the console had popped up. “Allow me,” Percival said with great theatricality.

  He input a few codes and a moment later, static sounded through the quiet mess hall. Everyone was watching to see what would happen next.

  “Hello, Harrier fleet. My name is Percival. We’re having some excitement in the city today and you are a welcome part of it. Glad you could join us.”

  “What?” came the confused reply. “Who is this?”

  Percival waved to the man in the cockpit who hovered only a few yards away and smiled. Hara laughed and clapped Percival on the shoulder, moving to take the con.

  “Sorry about him. This is Hara, of the First Exploration Fleet. You have my sincerest apologies for what my people have done to yours and your planet in their misguided attempt to take over rather than coexist with the race that was already here. You are welcome in our city, and I hope this day will mark the beginning of the end of hostilities between our two cultures. One of the warriors can give you instructions for landing. Perhaps a small party could join us for a meal to parlay?”

  “I’m Major Thomas Rollins, United States Marine Corps,” the pilot closest to them said. “Any telepaths out there?” the same voice sounded on the psychic plane, broadcasting to any who might hear him. Harry heard him and realized the man had a very strong psychic talent, similar to his Uncle Mick’s.

  “We hear you, Major,” Caleb said calmly, including Harry in his silent communication.

  “Who else is with you?” the major asked, clearly able to discern a group telepathic response from a singular communication. Impressive.

  “I’m here too. My name is Harry. I’m half-Alvian and half-human. This is my Uncle Caleb. And that Alvian you just spoke to is the ancient ancestor of our family. He has emotions and always has.” Harry tried to sum it up, but there was just too much to cover. He was probably confusing the hell out of the poor man.

  “Caleb? Are you the one they call the Oracle?”

  Harry was impressed his Uncle’s talents had become so widely known.

  “I suppose so,” Caleb answered. “And if you know my name, then I suppose you’ve dealt with my daughter’s mate, Rick? Or was it Davin? Last I heard, they were supplying the power crystals to convert your aircraft and other equipment.”

  “Right you are, sir. I’ve dealt mostly with Rick, but I’ve seen the Alvian a time or two. Downright spooky to see one of them with emotions.”

  “Well, there are a few more like that one standing next to me,” Caleb confirmed.

  “Are these guys on the level?” The human pilot seemed both surprised and suspicious.

  “Yes. They want peace among our peoples. They want to stop the idiocy and atrocities that the Alvians have been committing and change things for the better. I’d listen to them before I let any of those missiles loose.”

  “Roger that.” The pilot seemed to come to a decision. “All right. I’ll land and speak with you,” he said aloud over the radio. “But I want you to take a good look at my fleet, as you called it. We represent only a fraction of what we can bring to bear. It took us a while to get back on our feet after the crystal bombardment, but we’re back now and we’re not going to sit quietly and be treated like animals anymore.”

  “Understood, Major,” Hara intoned respectfully before turning over the com to a warrior who told the human pilot where to land.

  Hara didn’t wait. He left the room, leading the small group of Percival, Caleb, Harry, Cormac, Roshin, Ronan and the ever-present Zxerah guards, heading for the landing site. Others followed, as did the little swarm of bots. History was being made here. Everything seemed to be coalescing around Hara, converging as Caleb had often said it would. Harry was impressed. Both by his uncle’s abilities to predict the future and by the amazing things that were happening every moment. It wasn’t often one got to see world-changing events from a ringside seat.

  Two Harrier jets landed outside close together. The rest took off for parts unknown and Hara demanded the Alvian aviators let them go without tracking. By the time his group had made it down to the landing pad, the two humans were out of their jets, standing at attention with helmets under their arms.

  Hara headed the group that walked
forward to meet the waiting humans.

  “Be welcome here,” Hara said formally. “I am Hara. It’s nice to meet you, Major Rollins.” Hara held out his hand in warrior fashion, which wasn’t too far from a human handshake, and the gesture seemed to surprise the major. Nevertheless, he took the offered hand and bots whirred around, preserving the moment for posterity as well as beaming it out to anyone who might want to watch the news live.

  “Good to meet you too, Hara. This is my second in command, Captain Darcy,” he introduced the other human.

  Hara exchanged a handshake with the second man and stepped slightly back. “If I still commanded First Fleet, then the jokester you heard over your coms first would be my second in command, Percival.” He indicated the smiling and unapologetic ancient at his side who stepped forward to shake hands with the humans. “This is Caleb O’Hara and his nephew, Harry.” Hara seemed intent on the order of introductions, not leaving the lone human or half-human in their group until last on purpose, even though Ronin Prime should probably have been introduced before them.

  After everyone in Hara’s party had been introduced, he invited the two men up to the mess hall, leaving several Zxerah to guard the aircraft. He gave his word that nobody would examine or tamper with the craft while they were away and the humans agreed after Caleb and Harry offered their own silent reassurances.

  Hara reclaimed their table by the window, adding more chairs and rearranging the seating order to accommodate their guests. Food was brought to the newcomers and Harry could see the humans begin to relax, if only marginally.

  “I am glad to see not all of your technology was lost to the cataclysm.” Hara turned the conversation toward the newcomers after they had all resumed eating.

  “It’s taken us some time to recover and regroup, but we’re not going to sit idly by and allow our people to be captured or imprisoned anymore. That’s what we came to say.” The major nodded as he spoke somewhat forcefully.

  “Good. It is long past time my race was called to account for what we have done here.” The major and his friend looked surprised by Hara’s words. “I am truly sorry for what has happened and I must take responsibility for a great deal of it. I chose this world, knowing there was life here. I left instructions for my Brethren to follow and colonize this world while I and my crew enjoyed its bounty. I never intended to bring such destruction to a world I loved so well, but it has happened, and I find myself responsible. Please forgive me.”