Her legs wrap around my waist, and I feel her heels pressing into my back. Our bodies are molded together and intertwined, her lush breasts pushing into my abs, and her warm lips wet against my chest.
I begin to fuck her–I’m fully in control now. With each thrust I plunge deep into her, and I take on a slow and forceful rhythm. She moans and grunts with each re-entry, and my cock’s vibrations work to stretch her inner walls. I adjust myself so I’m positioned at a deeper angle so that the vibrations can press against her clit as I continue fucking her raw.
“Fenrir, God...it’s so good, your big teal alien cock…” she moans before she can finish speaking.
“You are a strong warrior, Fiona,” I find myself saying. I slow down, and rather than pushing hard in and out, I slow my movements to a gentle sliding. I move just enough to let her know I’m still inside her.
“You’re just saying that because we’re fucking,” she sighs.
“No,” I say. “This is not fucking, Fiona, we’re making love.”
Her lip trembles, and I see tears pool in her eyes. “Really? Are you saying…”
“Yes,” I interrupt. “I love you. You are my mate, and also my beloved.”
The tears flow down her cheek. “Beloved? That sounds so old-fashioned…”
“Ah,” I say, “so you don’t love me?”
I slide deep into her, and she gasps.
She catches her breath and says, “Of course I love you...idiot.”
“I give you ‘beloved,’ and you give me ‘idiot.’ This is truly an equal relationship.” I start peppering light kisses down her neck.
She laughs and digs her heels harder into my back. “Show me how much you love me, Fenrir.”
I fuck her with renewed fury and intensity. Each time I slam deep into her, my purple skin slaps against her pale whiteness, and sweat soon drips down my body. Her mouth opens wide as she screams and moans, writhing beneath me, her thighs are hot and sweaty against my skin, and my glistening abs slide almost frictionless against her warm breasts.
Her inner walls tighten and pulse around my cock, begging me to spill my seed deep inside her. I resist the urge...at least until she raises her head from the pillow and pulls my nipple between her luscious lips.
She sucks on me as I pound her, and then her pussy clenches impossibly tight around me, and I know she’s about to drop off the edge.
She bites down hard on my nipple, and the sharp pain gives me renewed strength. I sink in and out of her soaking and squeezing wetness as she bites me again and again, but soon the orgasm overpowers her, and she falls back flat on her back, writhing violently. Her hips buck wildly against me, and I feel gushing juices flowing all over my cock.
It’s too much for me to bear, and my balls release. As my first blast of come explodes deep inside her, I let out a powerful roar. I feel the beautiful warmth of release wrapping tightly around my body, and then I come over and over again, and again.
It’s as if my body knows I may die tomorrow, and that it’s critical I fill her with as much of my seed as possible. My body has evolved to get a woman pregnant in one try, and thus I blast five, ten, fifteen loads of sperm into her. I fill her pussy to the brim, and we collapse together onto the bed, fully spent, but still entwined in one another’s arms.
My cock twitches a few more times, but it’s unloaded everything it can. I see Fiona’s eyes filled with tears beside me, and her body, too, twitches in post-orgasm aftershock.
“Fenrir,” she says. “We’re going to kick his fucking ass tomorrow, okay? And we both make it back safe and happy.”
I nod and pull her up against me. We fall asleep, me holding her tight in my arms, and I awake with her still pressed up tight against me.
“I promise we’ll make it back safe,” I whisper to her.
22 Fiona
“There’s an abandoned orbital orbiting Mars,” Cygnus says, pulling up a screen in the command room. “New Wessex. They never even finished building it. They ran out of money early on, and the materials they used to build it are already so outdated that it’s no longer cost effective to do anything with it. It’s just been floating around for almost a century…”
“So you think he’s in there?” I ask.
“It looks like it,” Cygnus says. “It’s close to the space elevator and the orbitals.”
“How is he surviving there? If it’s been abandoned for one hundred years, I doubt there’s any atmosphere.”
“There’s barely even artificial gravity,” Cygnus says. “The centripetal spin has decayed so much that it’s like walking on the moon. He probably re-pressurized some of the buildings they were using for construction...set up a makeshift headquarters.”
“So Fiona flies me close,” Fenrir says, “and I float into the orbital, figure out where he is, and we blast him to hell?”
“Won’t he just blow up the elevator as soon as he sees you?” Fiona asks.
“I’ll be as sneaky as I can,” Fenrir says. “Remember how I snuck onto your gunship?”
I remember. I heard him opening the airlock, but no one else reacted in time to stop him.
I strap myself into the pilot’s seat, and as I reach for the flight stick, Fenrir grabs me by the hand.
“Fiona,” he says. “You’ll be careful?”
“Of course,” I say. “And you?”
“I’m a Marauder,” he says.
“That means you won’t be careful?”
“It means I’ll do what must be done.”
I scowl at him, and his ears pull back.
“Okay,” he says. “I’ll do what must be done...as carefully as possible.”
Thousands are gathered on the sides of the runway, watching us depart.
I said goodbye to Aura and Sara, but I promised them it was only temporary. That I’d be back.
I hit the throttle, and the acceleration slams me against the back of my seat. I pull up off the runway and start to climb.
Fenrir is suited up in his biosuit; it’s fully fed and ready for combat. His face looks stoic.
“Can’t you at least pretend to be nervous?” I ask.
He looks at me earnestly, with rigid ears. “I am terrified,” he says. “Of losing you.”
When I reach maximum altitude, I fire the booster rocket.
It’s a primitive way to get into orbit, but it works. My jaw rattles and my stomach churns as we accelerate up into orbit, and I look over at Fenrir long enough to see him closing his eyes and bowing his head.
He really is worried.
After a few minutes, we’re in orbit and microgravity. I stay strapped in my seat, but Fenrir unbuckles and floats through the cabin.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Pacing,” he says.
“You can’t pace in zero-g,” I shout back at him.
“Then I’m floating back and forth,” he says. “It helps me think. Much like pacing.”
I was never big on pacing. Spending so much time in tiny ships, I had to settle with motionless stewing and fretting...which is what I realize I’m doing now. It’s bad enough that we could die going after Kaius, but if our failure causes him to bomb the elevator, millions of deaths will be on my hands. Fenrir must be thinking the same thing.
Cygnus’s team is doing the calculations for us back on the surface–it’s faster than using the ancient computer on this ship–and there’s nothing for us to do but wait. Once we have the calculations, we can plan our course toward New Wessex.
I unstrap myself and push off toward Fenrir.
I slam right into him, and he grabs hold of me.
“We’re going to approach with no thrust,” I say, “and you’ll sneak right in.”
“Yes,” he says.
“I won’t be anywhere near him,” I say. I’ve reassured him of this at least twenty times now. “You’ll be the only one in real danger...but you’re better than him. You’ll win, just like you did against Minos.”
He widens his eyes at me
and strokes my wrist. “I hope it’s nothing like Minos, I barely stopped him. I almost died...five times, at least. There was the boomerang, the bullets in my leg, the rocks I slammed into…”
We both laugh, but I’m terrified.
The console blinks, and I see that Cygnus has sent me the thrust vector.
“It’s time,” I say.
Fenrir nods.
We strap back in, and I input the thrust vector. We accelerate briefly, and begin our drift toward an intercept course with New Wessex.
It’s similar to how we attempted to drift undetected into Martian orbit on the old gunship, but hopefully this time I won’t get detected at the last minute. None of the orbitals should be monitoring traffic into New Wessex anyway. The main concern is Kaius detecting us.
“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” I say, after the thrust dies down.
Fenrir grabs his railgun and floats toward the airlock. I follow him to the hatch.
He kisses my forehead, and I pull him in and kiss his lips. Our tongues meet, and my heart aches. For a moment I consider aborting the whole mission, but reality hits me before I can give it serious thought. We could run away and be happy together, but for how long? The Marauder fleet will soon arrive, and if we don’t start fighting now, there will be nothing left to fight for later.
I pull away. “You’ll need about three minutes to cycle the airlocks, so you need to get going.”
He pulls me into him and kisses me again, this time more deeply. He nibbles on my lip and massages my tongue with his. He grabs my ass and then pulls away.
“Okay,” he says. “Now I’m ready.”
“I love you, Fenrir,” I say.
“I love you, too...Turret Woman,” he says.
He opens the hatch, and he looks deep into my eyes as he shuts it. When the door closes, I feel suddenly alone in the ship.
But there’s no time for second guessing now. I kick off the hatch, float to the cockpit, and strap myself back in.
I can see New Wessex now. It’s a big dark tube–and getting bigger. It’s not lit up at all, and I can really only see it as an absence of light covering the stars. A fitting place for someone like Kaius.
Fenrir’s voice comes on over the communications link. “Fiona, I’m ready.”
“Okay,” I say. “You promised you’d come back to me safe. Don’t forget that…”
“Don’t worry.” Fenrir says. I hear him take in a deep breath, and then he shouts, “I’m out! Brake now!”
My console tells me the airlock is open, and I hit the thrust, braking my ship completely as Fenrir flies on toward New Wessex, naked to the vacuum save for his biosuit.
The ship’s camera locks onto him, and I watch as the huge Marauder shrinks down to a tiny figure. I see him pass through the gap in the orbital, and then he’s gone. Kaius is waiting somewhere in that hollow shell, and I have to just pray that Fenrir can kill him before he can detonate the bomb, or take my mate away from me.
“I’m in,” Fenrir says. “Hooked my suit onto the edge and I’m walking along the interior now. This place is so depressing compared to New Copenhagen...it almost feels like it’s haunted. No sign of Kaius.”
My console blares, and red lights flash.
“Evade! Evade!” the console whines.
A modern ship’s A.I. would assess the threat and begin automatic evasive maneuvers, but this hunk of shit leaves all of that up to me.
Well, almost all of it. The screen shows an incoming ship highlighted in red, and I can see its engines are burning hot behind it. It’s accelerating right into me.
And then something detaches from it. A torpedo.
“Shit!” I scream.
It’s about four kilometers away, and New Wessex is only about 500 meters from me on the other side. I slam the throttle to max thrust and race into the orbital.
“I think Kaius is outside, Fenrir,” I shout. “And he just fired a torpedo at me…I’m going to have to use the orbital as a shield!”
23 Fenrir
I drop to the ground and stabilize my railgun onto the gap where I expect Fiona to enter.
“Fly through,” I say, using all of my focus to keep the terror from my voice, “and I’ll cover you.”
I see her ship shoot through the gap. The orbital has only rotated enough to put me a few hundred meters from where she enters. I’m barely far enough away to not get burned by her engines.
As soon as she clears the gap, she banks away from me, toward the orbital platform on the other side of the gap from me.
And then the torpedo, which has tracked her heat trail, hits the platform beneath her. I see the metal bulge and buckle up in a dome shape, and Fiona pulls up and away from it. The orbital platform has shielded her from the torpedo.
The bulging dome explodes open, and fire and shrapnel blast through, but her ship is clear.
“He’s about to enter,” Fiona’s voice shouts into my earpiece, “Three...two…”
I steady my railgun just past the gap. My biosuit does the calculations for me, telling me where to aim and when to pull the trigger.
The moment the nose of Kaius’s ship enters the gap, I pull the trigger.
In the weak gravity, the recoil from the railgun knocks me off my feet and into the air. I have to form a tendril to pull myself back onto the ground.
I see an explosion on Kaius’s ship, and then I notice that Fiona has turned her ship around to face it.
The machine guns on her ship are firing into his ship, tearing it to shreds. There’s a huge hole where my railgun hit, and air is venting out.
Kaius’s ship turns toward me, and though it’s getting filled with machine gun fire, it still manages to change its course. Straight toward me.
Fiona stops firing.
“Shoot him!” I yell. “Fucking shoot him!”
“I might hit you!” she says. “Shit, Fenrir, run!”
I abandon the railgun and form dozens of tendrils. The tendrils, like spider’s legs, pull me along the ground and scurry me quickly out of the way.
Kaius’s ship slams into the platform just behind me, but there’s not enough momentum to blow a hole through it. It explodes, and the fire tears across the ground. Chunks of shrapnel fly toward me, and my tendrils reach up to bat away the bigger pieces. Smaller chunks of burning debris burn across my shielded skin, and just as I think I’m safe, I see Kaius himself hurtling toward me.
He’s covered in his biosuit and it’s completely teal. He must have ejected from the ship just before impact.
When he’s nearly on top of me, I attack with three sharp tendrils, all firing from different angles.
He shields himself in a hardened sphere, and the tendrils slam into it, but fail to penetrate.
The sphere crashes into the ground, landing just next to me, but it doesn’t dissipate and reveal Kaius.
“Fiona,” I say. “Get out of here, I may need to–.”
“I can’t get out,” she says. “There’s like...twenty Martian gunships surrounding New Wessex now. I’m trying to talk them down...but they won’t let me out.”
The teal sphere slowly becomes transparent, until finally I can see Kaius through it.
“Fenrir,” he says.
I focus my biomass around my fist, forming an incredibly dense bludgeon. I slam it down onto this transparent sphere, but it only dents the sphere by a few centimeters.
“You fucking coward,” I growl.
“You heard your human bitch,” Kaius says. “I’m surrounded by the Martian fleet. I’m not getting out of here alive.”
I shift to bear form, and my biosuit stretches and conforms to my new size. I claw and maul the sphere, but Kaius just laughs.
The sphere can’t hold forever. Even if he uses all his energy to sustain it, I eventually will break it open. I slam it with my claws over and over, and when my arms get sore, I back up and start to ram it with my head.
“I’ll take down as many Martians as I can with me,” Kaius says. “The
bomb is set to detonate. There’s no way I can stop it. I wish I had thought to set this orbital to blow up as well, but I only had enough anti-matter left for one good explosion…”
I slam my paw into the sphere, and my claws tear through, but when I try to pull it apart, I can’t get it to tear away.
“The sphere is failing because I’ve routed all remaining energy to one powerful beam. My life support will fail me, and I’ll die, but at least I’ll bring your fucking mate down with me…”
He raises his hand, and it’s glowing purple. He’s pointing straight at Fiona’s ship.
I shift to Marauder form and leap above him. I harden my biosuit and divert all focus to form a shield in front of me.
Kaius’s sphere melts away, and the beam slams into me. I feel immediate acceleration and my vision blurs to a blood red.
24 Fiona
There’s a blue-green explosion down on the orbital platform, and suddenly I see Fenrir accelerating through the hollow space inside the habitat.
“Fenrir!”
Mere moments after the initial blast, Fenrir whooshes right past my ship, and he flies straight through one of the gaps between orbital platforms.
“What was that?” the Martian admiral asks me. “Are the aliens firing on us?”
“No…” I say. “That is the alien. My alien, and you have to save him!”
“What about the hostile–?”
I look at my screen that has a magnified view of Kaius. He’s floating lifelessly through the vacuum.
“He’s dead! Now save Fenrir!”
“He’s long gone,” the Admiral says. “He’s moving too fast, none of our ships could catch up to him...even if we wanted to. He’ll be well past Uranus in just days, though I’m guessing his life support will fail before then.”
“Fiona,” Fenrir’s voice cuts in. “I don’t think I can keep my promise…”
“No!” I shout. “There must be a way. Can’t you use your biomass to slow down? We can find a way for you to slingshot back toward us…we could–.”
“The tank’s running on fumes,” Fenrir says. “I’ll be out of air in an hour or so...I could slow myself down by a tiny bit, but then I’d be out of air right away…”
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