by Vi Voxley
All the while, his fingers pressed into her soft pussy, feeling her tremble involuntarily every time he brushed a spot of pleasure. Isolde writhed beneath him, pulling him down upon her even if he had to be careful not to make her support his whole weight. He licked a trail from her neck to her ears, so surprisingly, amazingly sensitive in humans.
As he kissed there, pressing his fingers deeper into her, Isolde’s nails dug into the muscles of his back and a small scream made his cock throb in need. Diego knew he wouldn’t last long before he had to claim her again, conquer her body all over again, even when it was giving him every access it could.
“Diego,” Isolde warned. “Don’t… I… I want to come with you inside me, please…”
That was an argument of a whole another kind. He could feel how close she was, from the way the heat came off her in waves, her body shivering from his every touch, her hands fisted into the sheets. Isolde’s beautiful soft lips were pressed shut, her eyes closed. She almost looked to be in pain, but Diego knew better.
He pushed his fingers further, scissoring them inside her pussy, begging to be filled by his cock already, but he couldn’t give in before he knew she was ready to take him. She was eager and wet and desperate for him, but she was still human and he was Brion. He was almost too big for her and Diego wasn’t going to risk her health just because he was impatient to bury himself into the welcoming heat of her.
Slowly, maddeningly slowly, her body gave way to him. His cock was shuddering, trembling against Isolde’s thighs as he worked her loose, ignoring her pleas as best he could. It was nearly impossible to argue with her and his body. He kissed her to stop her pleading, though he loved to hear her need for him. Isolde’s nails dragged lines on his back, urging him further into his own arousal, almost unbearable now. His tongue tasted her wherever it could reach, making Isolde twist and turn beneath it to get more.
“Diego!” she sobbed.
He pulled back, breathing hard. Isolde’s eyes were pleading, her body pliant and welcoming. For a moment, the rest of the galaxy didn’t exist. Diego lowered himself on top of her, kissing her gently while the head of his cock pressed slowly inside. Every time he feared he might hurt her, but Isolde’s reaction told him otherwise. She moaned into the kiss, her breath sweet on his lips, sobbing in ecstasy as he pushed deeper.
The warmth threatened to overwhelm him as always, her pussy fitting around his cock so perfectly, the tightness of it unbearable against his cock throbbing in wild need. He had to bite his tongue not to simply plunge in as his body wanted. Isolde wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in further, whimpering as he went just a bit too fast. Even that didn’t seem to actually pain her.
“You feel so good,” she cried instead of pushing him away, making short work of his resolve to keep it slow. “I can feel all of you, oh, gods, you’re huge, oh fuck…”
Diego lost his control then, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, deeper into the wet, glorious heat of her. Isolde screamed, a breathless cry for more. He was only happy to oblige. With sharp, precise, strong thrusts he buried himself into Isolde’s pussy, pushing deeper every time until he could slam himself inside her to the root. By that moment, Isolde could barely speak, only single, meaningless words and cries escaped her lips.
She bit down on his shoulders; the sensation sent rushing spikes of pleasure to Diego’s very core. Her legs were locked tightly around him, leaving him to pound his length straight into her at just the right angle, making her cry out every time. Her eyes were wide, wild, clouded in pleasure. The sight of it was quickly becoming Diego’s favorite thing to see. He doubted he looked any different, pressed down upon her, his breath coming short as he neared his peak. He rested his hands on either side of Isolde, his fingers digging into the sheets and gave himself completely over to the rhythm.
“Ah!” Isolde cried. She barely clung on to him, her hands searching for a hold on his shoulders, slipping. “Oh, yes, fuck – just like that… Diego, yes yesyesyes yes!”
He could feel her entire body lock around him like a vice as she came, trembling in exertion, desperate, needy moans telling him he had sated her. The feel of her pussy clenching down on his cock was too much. Her tightness closed in, all but wrenching his orgasm from him.
Diego could feel it approach like a wave washing over him. He grunted, losing his rhythm as he simply thrust his cock deeper and deeper inside her, feeling Isolde sob against his neck as he came with a rush that nearly made him black out. They both lay there, catching their breath, exchanging slow kisses for a long minute.
Diego almost didn’t have the strength left to pull himself out, but eventually he judged he must be getting too heavy for her, so he rolled to lie beside her, holding her close. He enjoyed the small pleasure of watching her wince every time he traced a pattern across her over-sensitive skin, making Isolde giggle sweetly and play fight him away though it was clear neither of them wanted to be anywhere but with each other just then and there.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Isolde
Isolde stood by a screen in the great hall of the Triumphant and observed the planet she had been on her way to visit what now seemed a lifetime ago. She really was grateful for the way the Brions designed their ships, with the huge wall-mounted screens acting as windows. They helped her see all the beauty of space in the moments it wasn’t actively trying to kill her.
Rhea slowly turned beneath them. Terra, with its self-centered way of seeing the world, had classified Rhea as a Terra-like planet and that it was. A single star in its system, Rhea itself at the perfect distance to sustain life. Isolde couldn’t help but think it was the kind of paradise Terra might have been without humans. Unspoiled, full of vast forests, grand oceans, and mineral-rich mountains. From the orbit, the planet’s immense resources of water glimmered.
She almost didn’t notice the array of ships arranged around the peaceful planet. A part of Isolde felt sorrow, even if it was weird to feel compassion towards a lifeless object, but she felt that Rhea could do quite well without all of them quarrelling over it.
The transit had been uneventful and the happiest time in Isolde’s life. The galaxy teetered on the brink of destroying itself, but she was happy in Diego’s bed, drifting ever closer to Rhea with each day. In the company of her gerion, even the worst life had to offer suddenly didn’t seem so bad. They were rarely seen by others, instead preferring to get to know each other better.
Hours were spent talking mixed with hours passed in bed, or they simply didn’t bother to get out of bed to talk. Isolde told Diego about Terra and humans, and he told her things about Briolina that she didn’t yet know. In the end, Diego thought humans were kind of funny, and Isolde thought the Brions were terrifyingly stubborn about everything. Both were, of course, true.
The Brions, Isolde had come to learn, were not all barbaric. They didn’t shun from bloodshed, and she made no illusions that they might suddenly turn peaceful, but it was as the Elder warrior had said – they didn’t like meaningless wars. They had been drawn into one unexpectedly, and against their own people at that.
Rhea was surrounded by ships. Isolde could identify about half of them, if that many, but of course she could just let the Triumphant’s ship log do that for her. There were the long, lean, needle-like Palian ships and gruffer ones belonging to Tritans. She saw transport ships similar to the one she should have been on, and wondered if there was a new research team assembled already and whether their trip would be as eventful as hers.
There were fewer ships from the other GU species, and Isolde even recognized a Terran ship. The people of Rhea, as few as they were from what Isolde had gathered, didn’t have space capability, and Isolde thought seeing the sky suddenly go dark with all the ships that now sat clustered in high anchor on their orbit must have looked really scary to them.
The Triumphant and the Unbroken paid little attention to them, scanning for Brion ships. The others kept clear of the huge warships and
Isolde couldn’t blame them. Diego and Faren had their reputations for a reason, after all.
They found Eren in the part of Rhea boasting the mines for which most of the galaxy would have gone to war. Two Brion warships hovered above the continent, but from the scans it had become obvious that most of the staff was on the surface. As soon as they got the confirmation that Eren and the traitor generals were on Rhea, Diego ordered the ships to be shot to pieces. Isolde stayed to watch the debris fall as Diego and Faren made planetfall to root Eren out of hiding.
She almost felt bad for him. The moment the Elders had announced he was a traitor, he became homeless. No one on Briolina would shield him from the Elders, or from the generals on his trail. His betrayal was too great. So he ran to the only place that would possibly welcome him, because it didn’t belong to anyone. Isolde wondered if he knew how hopeless it was. She only wished that their own lives weren’t just as hopeless.
Eleya joined her in watching the beautiful planet and the death they were raining down on it.
“Any news from the Galactic Union?” Isolde asked.
“Not yet,” Eleya said, but her mind was clearly occupied with other matters. She didn’t look away from the screen once, even if it was impossible to see anything on the surface but the biggest mountains. Seeing Isolde looking, she hastened to add, “I think they are waiting to see how this plays out. Whether Diego finds Eren, and whether we will actually leave afterwards.
Mostly it is pretty much what we expected. Some demand we all be slaughtered, but your call for peace went well. Surprisingly, the Palians are on our side, or at least they think the GU should let this one go. They hunger for Rhea and they know that if it comes to war, all this will be lost anyway.”
“And we will leave, right?” Isolde ventured on. “Don’t make a liar of me.”
Eleya gave her a tight smile. “Yes, of course. You heard the Elders. We are here only for… him.”
Isolde considered for a moment if it was worth pursuing the obvious topic further, but she’d never seen Eleya that unhinged.
“If they find him, you don’t have to go to – you know, to the execution,” she said, although in her heart she knew differently and could offer no comfort.
“Of course I have to be there,” Eleya said sadly. “I am the voice of the Elders as the leader of the senators on Rhea and everywhere else now that they’ve returned to their Sleep. What would it look like if I hid from this execution?”
“They’d understand if they knew,” Isolde offered.
“Maybe. They do not.”
“I can’t imagine if I had to witness something like that.”
Eleya smiled. “Diego is not Eren.”
“No,” Isolde allowed. “But I have a very good imagination. I don’t know much about the binding besides what I feel myself, but if you feel the same towards him, then I am really, truly sorry if you have to be there.”
The senator’s eyes were infinitely sad for a moment. Then the air of sorrow passed and she looked like Eleya again. “I do have to be there. For once in my life I am grateful that I am not a general anymore and it does not have to be my sword that does the deed.”
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The call surprised them both. It didn’t come straight from the Galactic Union, and it was unorthodox for a Palian ship to hail the Brions. To Isolde’s further surprise, it was the same one that had dared to do so the last time.
Agent Perkins smiled to her when the holoimage lit up. He appeared to be in a room quite similar to Isolde’s somewhere on the other side of Rhea, keeping watch over what the Brions were doing.
“Miss Fenner,” he said. “I have the pleasure of talking to you again. I see you’ve risen high in the world since the last time we spoke.”
Isolde wasn’t entirely sure what to say. “I found my fated, yes, thank you,” she responded at last. “If I may ask, how are you here? I thought you were stationed on Luna Secunda.”
“I was,” the agent said, still smiling. “Urgent matters called me here. The galaxy is a very interesting place all of a sudden.”
“I hear the Palians are supporting us in the Galactic Union. I must thank you for that as well,” Isolde said, unsure what the agent wanted with her. He had assured her that Rhea was very important and she had found out why. He had also promised to raise trouble if she disappeared before arriving. Now she reached her destination, still in one piece. She wondered what else the Palian might want with her.
“We seek the truth,” agent Perkins said. “But peace is a close second priority. The truth has come out at last, so now we root for peace. We do not think a war with the Brions is a smart idea. Especially with your gerion leading their armies.”
Isolde felt herself smiling.
“Ah,” the Palian said. “So you are his gesha. Forgive me for having to see for sure. You never know with the Brions.”
“They’re not so bad,” Isolde said defensively.
“I know,” the agent replied to her surprise. “I have studied a lot of the GU’s species in my time. Humans were particularly interesting to me. Much less straightforward than the Brions. I find that enticing, but it makes dealing with the Brions much easier, of course.”
A thought occurred to Isolde – how fast he moved and how free he seemed to be with his time. “I take it you’re not really an agent stationed on Luna Secunda.”
“Oh, I was,” the agent said, inclining his head. “I planned to study humans further, but this here called for my attention, so I left.”
“Who are you?” Isolde asked. “Why do I have the feeling I really have you to thank for the Palians’ support in the Council?”
Agent Perkins gave her a small bow. “I may have put in a good word for you. And for the Brions.”
“Why?” Isolde asked. “And please tell me you didn’t see all this coming. Because in that case you could have given me a warning about so many things.”
The Palian laughed. “Trust me, if I had seen half of this coming, I would not have let you go anywhere. But it is true that I felt you were safe. I thought I recognized the moment Brion men have with their geshas. It is not like Diego Grothan to stare at someone in that manner unless he means to kill them in the very immediate future.”
Isolde sighed. “I hope you will continue supporting us. And that the Galactic Union reaches the decision soon.”
“So do I,” the agent nodded. “I will do all I can for you. But I want to hear it from you personally – do you think the Brions can be trusted?”
Isolde thought over everything that had happened to her. From the moment her transport ship had left without her and she’d been ripped from the world she’d known to finally arriving at Rhea with her gerion. She’d met a lot of Brions, of whom all were ferocious, but few actually vicious.
She nodded. “Yes. And I’m not saying this because of Diego. They won’t play nice, because they’re Brions, but they won’t stab you in the back either. That wouldn’t be the Brion way.”
The Palian smiled, nodding. “Very well. As it happens, I agree with you. I will see what I can do. Meanwhile I wish your gerion luck in his hunt. If the Brions show they will deliver justice to those who defy the Elders, it will look better for the Council, I am sure. Farewell, Miss Fenner.”
Isolde was left alone to be very, very confused about who she had actually met on her first day in space. A whole lot of Brion warriors, her fated, and a Palian who apparently could change the vote of his race on a whim.
When she got back to Eleya, the senator’s face was so pale she didn’t even really need to ask. Deliya and Narath joined them before Isolde could offer a word of comfort, though she didn’t know what she could possibly say to make it any better for her.
“We are called to the surface, senator,” Narath said in his booming voice. “You too, Isolde. They found him.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Diego
It was raining when Diego and Faren descended to the planet with their warriors in search of Eren. The
senator couldn’t honestly hope to beat them in a fair match, so perhaps he hoped to lose them in the wild, treacherous mountains of Rhea.
Possibly, Diego thought, a single man, travelling alone could have eluded them for a while. Even then, his trackers knew the territory well. They had been on Rhea before, and even if they hadn’t, they had been trained all their lives to find people who didn’t wish to be found. Only Eren had clearly decided against escaping alone and had taken the generals with him. For protection?
Diego was more concerned with whether they’d catch the traitors before the generals decided to try saving themselves by sacrificing Eren than he was with whether they’d actually find them.
Beside him, Faren was grim. One by one, the Brion generals had abandoned Eren. Some had already switched sides when the Triumphant reached Briolina, and they had been convinced that Eren was in the wrong. Some turncloaks had run back to them after Diego killed Crane. In future times, Faren would make short work of them, Diego had no doubt.
After the Elders emerged, Eren had only a few generals left with him – the most vicious, the most bloodthirsty, the ones who refused to part with Rhea’s treasures even against the commands of the Elders.
Diego knew Faren hungered for their blood. To be honest, so did he. The traitor generals shamed their station and everything they should have stood for. Crane, at least, had had the mitigating circumstances of being absolutely insane when he ended up on Eren’s side. It was barely his choice at all, though Diego harbored no illusions of the monster siding with him had he been sane.
Behind them, bits and pieces of machine and Brion were still raining to Rhea’s surface from the two warships. No doubt the sight of the Brions fighting amongst themselves made for a nice image to broadcast to the Galactic Union. Diego knew quite well that there were plenty who wished they’d just kill each other off in Rhea’s mountains.
