“Fenrir!” I shout through thick moans. “Please! I need to come.”
“Beg for it,” he says.
“Please, God!”
He’s laughing above me, and each time he pushes into me, the pressure increases. I need to release.
“Please, please, please!” I plead.
“Good enough,” he says, and his cock shrinks just enough, and then I feel it pulse, and Fenrir’s own come shoots into me.
I feel my own white-hot come explode out, surging across his cock. He moans loudly as I come, squirting all over him, and I feel a thick puddle of wetness pooling beneath me.
When I finally stop squirting, I realize that Fenrir is still coming. Every second his cock twitches, and a new thick load fills me up. He must have shot at least ten loads into me already, each as big as the first.
He grunts as my orgasm begins to die down, and still he keeps pumping me full of Marauder seed. Only when I fully collapse and fall limp does he pull out. I feel a thick load blast across my ass and back, and finally he falls down beside me.
“Fiona,” he says, rolling onto his back and pulling me up against him.
I want to say his name back...but my body is spent and my eyelids are heavy. I know I won’t wake up until we’re on the Martian surface.
16 Fenrir
Everything has changed. I am still burdened by my shame debt, yet I begin to wonder if there is another way.
Could our endless invasions of other star systems, and endless interbreeding and evolution, be our final purpose? What point is there in constantly becoming stronger if not to...do something with it? To settle down?
Is it not a sign? The Seraphic Form is real and not just an ideal, and given that truth, what is more logical? That it’s a test made to tempt us into ruin, or that it’s the one thing we’ve always been striving toward?
Aegus was right, and I’ve chosen the wrong side.
But I can undo that.
I owe shame debt to my fallen comrade, Zarek, but he was wrong. Stopping Aegus was wrong. Even if he was wrong, I loved him like a brother.
I look over at Fiona, my mate. She’s in the deep blanket of post-orgasmic slumber. She embodies the Seraphic Form, and even after I said I wanted to destroy her race...she still had patience and saw the potential in me. To clear my shame debt, I must protect her above all else. I must help Aegus and his brother Cygnus. I must protect humanity.
When our tram is ten minutes from reaching the surface, and the red Martian horizon is high in the salmon-colored sky, a voice wakes Fiona.
“Ten minutes until disembarking! Please gather your belongings! Neuvo Quito is fully insulated and pressurized, so feel free to leave your masks and surface clothes in your suitcases. Welcome to Mars!”
Fiona sits up, and I stare at her breasts. I begin to wonder if ten minutes would be long enough to fuck her once again...but I dismiss the idea, as she will need her energy once we are on Mars.
“What’s this about masks?” I ask.
“Nuevo Quito is a modern equatorial city,” Fiona says. “One of the first Martian settlements. The air is good, and there’s never been so much as a minor leak in decades. You’re going to have to wear your mask, though, and cover yourself...it will draw a lot of attention, but it beats walking around as a Marauder.”
“Oh,” I say. “This is why I asked for all the delicious food on New Copenhagen.”
I will my biosuit to disguise me, and it melts across my skin as a transparent film, only a few micrometers thick.
When it’s fully encased me, it begins to fill with pigment, and soon I see my arm is entirely human-colored.
Fiona gasps. “You’re like...a really tall human guy with elf ears.”
“Yes,” I say. “I will need a hat.”
We exit the tram and find ourselves in a great domed city. The beanie I’m wearing presses my ears uncomfortably down onto my head, and I keep fidgeting with it.
Fiona pulls it up so that my ears can point and move. “A lot of people wear them like this; it’s not a skull cap.”
I don’t know what a skull cap is, but I’m happy to have my ears less restrained.
The city has many tall buildings, and it’s much more densely populated than New Copenhagen. Rather than seeing the other side of the city in the sky, there’s just a large dome above everything. The city is so packed that buildings on the edge of the dome curve inward to conform to the dome’s shape.
We’re in the combination space elevator and train terminal. It’s elevated above the surface, and the walls are glass, giving a full view of Nuevo Quito. Fiona explained earlier that the trains only reach the other equatorial cities, which are heavily dependent on trade with the orbitals. The polar cities are much more sparsely populated, and also self-sufficient. They rely largely on polar ice rather than outside trade. Cygnus reigns there.
“It’s crowded,” I say.
As if to prove my point, people jostle and shove past us, all rushing to space elevator trams and equatorial trains.
I grab Fiona’s hand, for fear she could somehow be separated from me.
“Come on,” she urges. “We need to get a buggy.”
“A what?” I ask.
“A vehicle with four wheels,” she says. “We’ve got a good chunk of money, and we’ll need to spend a lot of it for a long-haul vehicle.”
“I see,” I say.
I expect the horrible crowds to die down when we leave the station, but walking out onto the streets, I realize it’s just as crowded everywhere. My wide shoulders and size help me shove people easily out of my way, but this also means I’m forced to shove much more often. Fortunately, I can shove people before they bump into Fiona. I’m leery of thieves and pickpockets.
As we reach the main street, incredible smells fill my nose.
“Fiona,” I say. “Can we afford this food?”
“Yeah,” she says. “I’m hungry too. What do you want?”
“What is there?” I ask.
She looks around at the numerous roadside food stalls. “Well...there’s not very good meat here. It’s too crowded for that, but do you like noodles?”
“I’ve eaten only what you’ve seen me eat,” I say. “What are noodles?”
“You’ll like them,” she says. “Come on! Over here.”
She pulls me toward a stall, and I look as the woman behind the counter takes a huge iron wok and sets it onto an open flame.
“Mushrooms?” she grunts to the customer in front of us.
The customer nods, and she grabs a handful of strange fungi from a bin. She takes a knife and attacks the fungi like a skilled warrior, slicing it into uniform pieces. She throws the pieces into the wok and splashes them with a black liquid. I hear it start sizzling immediately, and then she chops up a long, green vegetable. The smell of the fungi hits me, and I shove the customer out of my way to lean in closer.
I sniff. “I also want mash rooms!”
“Wait your turn, asshole,” the man says.
Fiona pulls me back. “Sorry,” she says. She gives me a pissed off look, scowling at me.
When it’s finally our turn, I ask for the mash rooms, the green long vegetable, and I order the cooking woman to show me more of the available choices.
“I will have the meat sticks, as well as the bird egg–that is a bird’s egg, yes? –the red thing with the stem, and the white thing with the powerful smell.”
The cooking woman gives me a strange look, but throws everything I ask for onto her cutting board. She slices and dices, then tosses it all into the wok.
“And you?” she asks Fiona.
“Same as him, but no onions for me.”
I grab my bowl of noodles, and I’m so hungry I dig right in.
I grab a handful of the long strips in my hand, and then I tear off a piece of the fried egg and place it into the center of the noodles in my palm. I add in some onion and one whole mash room. I wrap the vegetables up with the noodles, and then squeeze it into a bit
e-sized clump. I put the whole thing into my mouth and chew. The mash room juices and the salty sauce dances on my taste buds, and then the fatty taste of the egg joins the flavor explosion. As I chew, the strong onion smell fills my nose, and the onion gives a satisfying crunch to the mixture.
Before I finish chewing, I begin to prepare another ball of noodles, this time wrapping them around one of the meat sticks. My hands are covered in the black sauce, oil, and fat from the egg. I’ll have to lick it all off when I’m finished eating.
I look up and see Fiona laughing at me.
I swallow my first bite of noodles and arch my eyebrows at her. My ears are twitching beneath the beanie, but she can’t see the full extent of my confusion.
“Here,” she says, handing me two little wooden sticks.
I sniff them, but they seem inedible.
“You eat with them,” she says, demonstrating. “See?”
She takes another pair of wooden sticks from the counter, and holds them in her right hand. I watch as she somehow grasps the noodles and pieces of vegetables with the tiny sticks, then raises them to her mouth.
“No,” I say. “I eat this my way.”
I toss the meat stick balled with noodles into my mouth, and savor the taste.
Three bowls of noodles later, Fiona and I begin shopping for a buggy.
We find a high-rise that sells buggies on the first five floors–they are visible from the windows. Some are small and open to the elements, while others are quite large and seem capable of remaining fully pressurized and climate-controlled.
Just before we go inside, Fiona turns to me and says, “Can you wait here?”
“I need to get us a good deal,” I say.
“These buggy salesmen are scum,” she says, “and they assume women don’t know anything about buggies.”
“So you need me helping you.”
“Do you know anything about buggies?” I ask.
I narrow my eyes at her.
“That means no,” she says. “I’ve researched the prices on these things, and I think I can use my...feminine charms...to get us the best deal. If they see that I’m already with a hot guy, that method will be less effective.”
“So I will stand outside uselessly, while you take charge like a man should?”
“No…” she says. “Look, if my plan doesn’t work, then you can go in after me and use your...Marauder charms to try to brute force a good deal. Sound good?”
“I look forward to proving you wrong,” I say. “Try your best.”
She rolls her eyes at me and goes inside.
I stand outside and keep my eyes open. I watch the people passing by, and I realize that there are some habbers here. I can identify them by their height and facial features. Everyone must think that I’m a habber as well, I realize. I’ll need to play that role to sell my disguise. Not knowing the proper names of the food I order can hurt my ability to pass for a habber. I will need to learn all of the correct words, and I will have to rely even more on Fiona to educate me.
I don’t like the idea of relying on a woman, but to properly protect her, I must rely on her help as well. We have to reach Cygnus and convince him to meet with the habbers, and if I blow my cover, it will be incredibly difficult to discreetly reach the polar settlements.
The crowds part around me, as I refuse to move out of the way or to make myself small. Though everyone is shoving and jostling each other, they make space for me. Even disguised as a human, because of my size, no one wants to risk angering me.
I look back up at the building, seeing if I can spot Fiona through the windows, but I cannot.
And then someone shoves me.
I spin around, ready to shove them back, except much harder.
And I’m met with a familiar face–though white-skinned rather than purple. It’s my fellow assassin, Minos.
“Fenrir,” he says. “I finally caught up to you.”
“Minos…,” I say, alarm bells ringing in my head. I need to get him away from Fiona.
To get him away, I need to pretend I’m glad to see him.
We grab each other’s’ forearms and flex–the Marauder handshake–and nod to each other. He’s wearing a hat similar to mine, and even the way he moves seems human to me.
“You’ve been here longer than I have,” I say.
“Yes,” he says. “Six months already.”
Does that mean he’s completed his mission?
“You found Aegus?” I ask.
He scowls, a fully human scowl. I don’t even need to see his ears to make out his disappointment and shame.
“No,” he says. “He’s hidden himself too well. More than I can say for Cygnus.”
“Come,” I offer. “Let’s get something to eat, and we’ll discuss our plans.”
I start to walk away, but he grabs hold of me and stops me. “You’re going to abandon the human female?”
“I–.”
He smirks. “I’ve been tempted, too, but I’ve resisted. I can’t say I blame you, but we still have jobs to do.”
Shit. He’s seen me with her...and he knows. I can’t tell if he suspects me of betrayal, but he most certainly does. I’ll have to work hard to gain his trust, and it will be harder still to keep Fiona safe with Minos’s sights set on her.
“You guys shopping for a buggy?” he says.
I nod.
“Well,” he says, “there’s no need for us to get two, so let’s share.”
“Don’t you need to find Aegus?” I ask.
He leans closer into me and smiles. “You’ll have to hold off on killing Cygnus...we need him to give up his brother before you pull the trigger.”
Before we can go in, Fiona comes outside.
“Fenrir, good news, I–.”
She stops dead in her tracks when she sees Minos. Her eyes widen at the sight of him, and the color drains from her face.
“Yes,” Minos says. “You can tell what I am, yes?”
She nods.
“Turret Woman,” I bark at her. “Did you get the buggy? It had better hold three.”
She narrows her eyes at me, but I see a flash of understanding–and fear. She realizes the danger Minos represents.
“It does,” she says. “Whatever you wish, Fenrir.”
She lowers her head to me, and Minos cackles.
He slaps his arm onto my back and whispers to me, so low that Fiona can’t hear, “You broke her in well. Good work.”
The buggy is sealed against the elements, and it’s spacious enough for one of us to sleep in the back compartment while two of us sit in front.
We exit through the sealed gates of Nuevo Quito, and we take the road south. After only a few hours the road ends, and we begin trekking across the untamed Martian surface. There are a few algae blooms and wispy trees–the result of two centuries of human terraforming–but the surface is still mostly a rusty red desert.
Minos and I have both removed our disguises to conserve biosuit fuel, and when his disguise falls away, his human-like movement is gone as well. He’s in full Marauder form again–full predator–and I can tell he does not trust me.
“Turret Woman,” he commands. “Get in the back.”
She looks at me, and Minos snaps, “Don’t look at him, obey me!”
“In back, female,” I grunt.
She bites her lip and climbs into the back compartment. Minos flips a switch and seals the back compartment. The seal is designed so that whoever is sleeping can have peace and quiet, but it now serves to cut us off from her.
“I was plugging into the signals from all the habs,” Minos says in Marauder language. “I pieced together what happened since you arrived. I understand why you needed her, but we need to get rid of her after she gets us in with her sister and we take out Cygnus. We should probably kill all of Cygnus’ followers while we’re at it.”
Her sister? Shit. The Great Mother is Fiona’s sister? Minos has too big an advantage–he’s been here longer than me and has gain
ed a lot more information than I have. He has the upper hand in almost every way. I doubt I’ve fooled him at all, and likely the only reason he hasn’t tried to kill me yet is because he needs Fiona to make contact with her sister–to get us both in with Cygnus.
I nod, not letting my surprise show. I wish I had the hat on to hide my ear movement.
“So you knew, right?” he says.
“Of course,” I say. “Why else would I keep her around?”
“For her miracle pussy?” Minos says, laughing.
“So how did you find out?” he asks me. “You didn’t tell her, right?”
“One of the habbers mentioned the name Aura in passing,” I lie. “I overheard it...they didn’t know I could hear so well.”
Minos nods. He knows I’m lying, but he doesn’t let it show.
“Well,” he says, “I’m going to tell her then. It’s best if she still trusts you. You can act like you didn’t know all along. We just need to get you two inside. You can work him slow, figure out where Aegus is. Once you’ve got the information, you can kill Cygnus and clear your shame debt. I’ll help you eradicate the whole town, and then we can go take out Aegus together. Sound good?”
“Yes,” I say, nodding.
He hits the button, and the divider falls down.
“I’ve got some good news for you, woman,” Minos says. “Your sister is with Cygnus. You’re an aunt.”
Fiona bolts upright, and her eyes widen. “Why are you telling me…?”
She glances at me for a brief moment. I can tell she doesn’t believe or trust Minos, but I nod to her, letting her know it’s true.
“Here’s the deal,” Minos says. “We let you go to your sister, and you pretend you’re all lovey-dovey with Fenrir. Get them to trust you, and that’s it.”
“What do you mean, that’s it?” she asks. “Why would–?”
Minos slams his fist on the dashboard and says in a cool whisper, “You don’t ask us ‘why,’ we tell you what to do, and you do it. You’re on borrowed time. Enjoy the last years of humanity with your sister before we eradicate you. Why do you need to know the reason behind any of it?”
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