The had magister launched a sub-light craft from his war hive and docked on the hive temple that floated in low orbit around the tiny blue planet the humans called Earth. When Cava-Rek arrived he boarded the temple with a retinue of five elite Izrid warriors, each armed with energy shields and war axes, and he himself was bedecked in armor and carried an elegantly crafted flechette pistol. Most magisters carried plasma guns, though Cava-Rek had learned since coming to Earth that he preferred to make a mess, both of his enemies and his lovers. The boarding party marched through the hive temple and Cava-Rek had found himself remembering the twists and turns of the temple as if he’d been there his whole life, though he had realized to his deep personal horror that he had never once actually set foot on the temple ship. The thought to do so had simply never occurred to him. Not once, and that thought frightened him.
Cava-Rek looked at the human prisoner as she stared defiantly back at him, and he wondered if she was as capable of fear as he had been. Back on the temple ship, he had been more afraid than at any time in his long and violent life. Though he had never experienced captivity of the sort that this human was currently suffering, he had learned of a deeper captivity that he surmised was of equivalent horror. How could she know what I have been through, he asked himself as he looked at her face, the position of her body, the dirty and calloused hands she clasped gently around her legs. Yet, he said to himself quietly, she has seen atrocity, known violence, made a companion of loss, this much is evidenced by her body, her very eyes, as much as it is talked of in the stories that comprise her living legend. She will learn as I did, he thought to himself as he ordered his guards to lower the energy shield, that who we think we are and who we really are can be very different individuals, but no less important to the bloody game of evolution.
When Cava-Rek’s seemingly instinctual knowledge of the hive temple’s interior layout led him to the central chamber he was faced with an intimidating sight. Before him lay the glowing coffin of a brood bearer, though one unlike any he’d seen before. Her skin was darker, her muscular body more threatening even as her pheromones were near maddening in their alluring potency, and her head nearly twice the size of any caste brood bearer he’d ever seen. Around her coffin stood the magisters Ur-Khan and Vestir along with their elite armored retinues. Cava-Rek knew both of them well, and their meeting in this hall seemed only fitting, as they were his only true rivals within the ranks of the magisters who invaded Earth. Ur-Khan had laid waste to nations known by humans as Russia, China, Korea, Vietnam, and countless other small countries in that region. Vestir had conquered the place known as Europe, and like Cava-Rek had fought against forces led by the human insurgent Fiona MacArthur.
The brood mother stirred and began writhing in her coffin as she secreted nearly overwhelming amounts of pheromones that triggered a series of visceral responses in the three magisters. Each of them, equal in standing, equal in prowess, were called to do battle, and they heaved to with gusto brought on by millennia of evolutionary conditioning. Before he realized what he was doing Cava-Rek had drawn his pistol and was emptying the cylinder in a cloud of bladed projectiles at Vestir even as half of his own retinue, at his silent chemical orders, fired upon Ur-Khan while the others joined him in pummeling Vestir’s position.
The battle was a furious blur of firepower, blood, and a burning biological need to be the only magister left standing. Cava-Rek, even now, could not recall how Vestir had died, though it was clear that somehow both he and Ur-Khan knew Vestir was the weakest, and they’d both hurled most of their forces upon that magister before turning their survivors against one another. The melee had ended with Cava-Rek ripping Ur-Khan’s head from his very shoulders with his bare hands, an act of brutality unmatched by another other the magister had experienced. As Cava-Rek had stepped back from the magister’s broken body he had realized that he alone stood alive in the chamber, as every other Izrid who had boarded the temple had perished in the grisly combat.
Cava-Rek silently commanded the four Izrid guards to leave the chamber even as he summoned one of his human concubines to join him. The warriors left as a young woman entered the room, clothed only in a sheer black shift and a gilded golden mask that resembled the brood mother. Cava-Rek had enjoyed this concubine in particular more frequently of late, something about her compact physique that had reminded him of Tara, a woman who continued to haunt his sexual fantasies years after her death. Perhaps, he thought to himself, she was the one human woman he could never truly dominate. All the rest had either relented to his touch or expired from an over-dose of the serum. Even Morgan, despite her escape and subsequent rise to power, had yielded her body to the rough pleasures of his own. It was Tara, and only she, who had made him feel emotions, then killed him moments later. As the concubine reached him she sank to her knees and prostrated herself at his feet. His eyes rose from the prone concubine to those of Fiona MacArthur, and he smiled wickedly.
Cava-Rek had come to his senses shortly after killing Ur-Khan, and saw that the brood mother had uncoiled herself and was silently looking down at him. It was as if he was caught in a dream, and he stumbled forward to fall into the glowing fluids of her coffin. The fluids rushed into his nose and mouth, filling his lungs as he chocked and drowned in the brood mother’s psychoactive fluids. As death came upon him Cava-Rek saw the truth of the hive temple, and pierced the veil of the hive mind. The terrible knowledge filled him, and as the brood mother scooped him up in her coils he breathed air and returned to waking life. Their subsequent mating had been a powerful affair, as he plunged himself into her many vaginas even as she shuddered with multiple orgasms. Her explosive shudders flooded the chamber with freshly fertilized egg spores that contained embryos bearing the DNA of all the castes. Cava-Rek took a shallow breath as he watched the spores rapidly take shape as egg clusters, each having their own particular color and hue. He could not tell the difference with his eyes, though somewhere deep in his physiology he was certain that before him lay clutches of builders, pilots, warriors, and even magisters, all bearing the base DNA foundation of the Izrid brood mother yet each tinged with his own genetic traits. He had conquered, proven himself the superior being, and before him a new generation of Izrid grew in the low light of the brood chamber.
“I was sent here to colonize earth, not to destroy it, as you and I both once believed Fiona MacArthur,” Cava-Rek spoke in his thick Izrid accent as he ran a clawed hand up the small of the concubine’s back and gently gripped a fistful of her silky black hair, “My brood mother showed me the truth of the Izrid’s journey here, thousands of years ago, and their death at the hands of a simple disease. Now we have returned, inoculated and stronger, and possessed of a more of a profound purpose than you might think. No matter how base these pleasures and conflicts of the flesh may appear.”
Fiona watched as the Izrid magister pulled the eboy-skinned concubine up by her hair as he spread his silken robe to reveal a sizeable throbbing erection. Fiona had heard many stories of the Izrid sexual predations upon human captives, though she had never seen it first hand. She could not fathom why in the world a human woman would choose to be one of the magister’s concubines, though she wondered if any concubine of a tyrant ever truly chose her path, more that she simply survived. However, as the concubine reached into her own mouth and removed an elegantly crafted set of false teeth, then began fellating the magister, Fiona had to wonder if there was more to what she was seeing. The woman wore no collar, and that, according to available intelligence, was how the Izrid magisters coerced humans to fuck them. The woman who was on her knees in front of the magister was by all signs free from the effects of the notorious serum, yet she swallowed his throbbing girth with gusto, and bobbed her head wetly up and down upon him. As the resistance leader watched the grim spectacle she realized that the false teeth were encrusted with symbols, and though she could not make them out they seemed to match those she had seen on the walls in the hive temple. A symbol of her submission to the magister,
a gruesome modification of her body to prove her devotion, or some other twisted sort of supplication.
Cava-Rek seemed to understand Fiona’s revelation, and smiled in his cruel alien way as the concubine moaned with apparent pleasure while she sucked his cock, “My concubines need no collar, even as she needs no teeth by which to retaliate against abuses, as they have progressed beyond such petty coercions. They have accepted humanity’s inevitable place, on its knees at our mercy.”
As if to emphasize his point Cava-Rek tightened his grip on the concubine’s hair and began forcing himself into her mouth. As the magister stared, unblinking, at Fiona he throated the concubine for several minutes, seemingly uncaring of her discomfort at being so forcibly used.
“I discovered, in the deep chambers of the hive temple, that we magisters were genetically programmed to be colonizers and conquerors,” said Cava-Rek as he continued to fuck the mouth of the sputtering concubine, “I was shown that we are programmed to have no real awareness of our place in the universe beyond that which is useful to the Hive, so we squabble as siblings do upon whatever world we have taken, unknowing of our greater purpose. Until the time comes for another migration, and the Hive pulls us to band together long enough to build a war fleet, and then we are sent like seeds into the darkness of space. When we reach a system that possesses suitable conditions for Izrid habitation we are awakened, and we conquer. It is through combat with the indigenous population that the alapha-magisters are identified, and then we are drawn back to the brood mother for a final culling and ascension.”
Cava-Rek pulled the concubine’s head back and held her away from his bouncing cock as he stared daggers into Fiona’s eyes, “We shall have this world human, and we will consume it. In time, generations hence, a new fleet will rise, and the Hive will send it away to find the next world. No resistance can save this planet, or any other.”
The magister ran his hand down the mask of the concubine and held her face in his hands as he gently removed her mask, “We kill what we cannot dominate, and so I present you with a microcosm for a macrocosm.”
Cava-Rek pushed his cock into the concubine’s mouth as deep as it would go and while he did so he pinched her nostrils closed. At first Fiona did not understand his intentions, then as the woman began to struggle she understood. The concubine began choking as her body begged for air, though instead of letting her go he simply pushed his cock further into her mouth. The woman began to struggle, only to have her arms held at bay by Cava-Rek’s other arms, and it was in that moment that Fiona realized that the woman was biting down as hard as she could on the Izrid’s massive cock. Because her teeth had been removed she had no weapons to wield against his abuses, and Fiona realized that if she did not intervene the alien was going to suffocate a young woman with his cock, and that was simply not something she could allow.
“Stop!” shouted Fiona as she sprang to her feet.
Cava-Rek looked up at her and smiled just before he let go of the young woman. The concubine hurled herself backwards in an effort to clear the giant alien cock from her esophagus and crawled her way to Fiona’s feet as she gasped for air. Fiona stepped away from the wall and placed herself between the concubine and the magister.
“Then take her place brave human,” hissed Cava-Rek as he halted his advance and stood exposed before Fiona, “You send suicide bombers against my city, you condemn both the bravest and the most desperate to their deaths, so show me your resolve, for surely you have it in surplus. Save her trivial human life, or surely she will die gasping.”
“You want the human resistance? I’m here alien, right in front of you,” growled Fiona as she ripped open the buttons of her flak jacket and exposed her tight tank-top beneath, “Leave her be, and you won’t need the collar to have me.”
Cava-Rek paused to consider her for several moments, and eventually nodded to the concubine, who slinked away as if still afraid of his touch. Cava-Rek tilted his head as he considered Fiona, and she began to disrobe. First her jacket hit the floor, then her empty tactical harness, followed by her shirt, pants, and boots, until only her makeshift bra and panties remained.
Cava-Rek soaked in the vision of her body, and marveled at her mature beauty. She had the chiseled and tight body of a soldier, defined by tight muscles and low body fat, combined with the tender motherhood she’d once come close to experiencing as he noticed her c-section scar. He wondered what sort of daughter or son had she left in this world, if even by some victory over statistical reality they’d managed to survive? She was his nemesis, the most formidable enemy of the Izrid than had ever been faced on this formerly insignificant planet, and here she stood before him.
Cava-Rek looked at her for a long time, long enough that Fiona decided to turn her back on him, had begun to wonder if he would even approach her, and then he acted.
“The Hive Mind has chosen me as its messiah Fiona MacArthur, and you have been our greatest enemy,” bellowed Cava-Rek as he stepped into the holding cell and scooped Fiona up in his four muscular arms.
The magister lifted Fiona up by placing his hands underneath the back of her knees as he held her arms behind her in the vice-like grip of his forearm. With his free hand he flicked Fiona’s clit with a delicate precision that caught the woman by surprise. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and gasped as she moistened at his touch, then she moaned with a mixture of disgust and ecstasy as he pushed his cock into her body. His strength was such that he could stand freely and use his arms to pump her up and down on his tremendous shaft, guiding her hips with one pair of arms while holding her arms back and pulling her hair with the other pair. Fiona had always considered Cole to be the most well endowed partner she’d ever been with, and as the Izrid’s alien cock speared upwards into her she found herself thinking back to Cole. Then, as soon as she started feeling her mind slipping away she shrank back from the memory and cast it aside. She refused to run away from this moment, and if sex was the new battlefield then so be it. She was not about to let this alien have her without taking something from him as well.
“Fuck me where I can see you Cava-Rek,” challenged Fiona in between moans as the Izrid continued to pump her up and down on his girth.
He seemed only too happy to oblige and heaved her off of himself, then gripped a fistful of her hair and pulled her down to the floor. The magister pinned her arms down and pushed her knees all the way to her shoulders to fully expose her womanhood. Fiona could not help but to notice how small her body looked compared to his, and how menacing his cock appeared as he drove the tip of it into her quivering pussy. She watched as her curtains parted to accept the thick shaft and groaned as the Izrid plunged himself so deep inside of her that she felt as if he would break her insides. The magister squatted over her and began slamming himself in and out of her body with such force that it seemed like he was trying to make her cry out. The two of them stared into each other’s eyes and Fiona flushed with adrenaline as she kept her expression defiant. She wriggled her hand out from under his grip and began massaging her own clit and moaning at the increased stimulation, as if his cock wasn’t enough to please her. This very act of defiance seemed to spur the magister on and he began growling as he hammered at her body with increasing ferocity.
After several more moments of relentlessly fucking each other both alien and human began to feel the surge of orgasm and found themselves almost competing to reach it first. Right as Fiona began to come Cava-Rek groaned and pulled his cock from her now impact-swollen pussy. The magister took his member in hand and pumped it furiously to spray an incredible amount of alien semen across Fiona’s body. Even as the Izrid showered her, Fiona’s pussy gushed with orgasm and she squirted fluid over herself and the alien.
For a long time the two of them simply remained in their awkward positions, he crouching over her and she twisted beneath him. They breathed heavily and took in the sight of the other, both surprised at how furious and yet sensational their coupling had been. After years of warfa
re against one another, to be heaving and naked, both basking in the glow of a well-earned release, it was more than they could bear and keeping the silence between them was their only recourse. Eventually Cava-Rek stood up, then looked down at Fiona as she slid herself backwards out from beneath his feet. They stared at each other with a mixture of shock and satisfaction and then Cava-Rek’s cock began to swell once more. Fiona found herself crawling on her hands and knees back towards him, and the magister groaned with ecstasy and surprise as she opened her mouth to fill it with his throbbing manhood. Fiona took as much of him down her throat as she could, and he took a firm grip of her hair with one of his fists as he pumped himself in and out of her. Once his organ was rock hard Fiona pulled back and used her hands to guide him to the ground. As the magister’s eyes grew wide she laid him on his back and lowered herself onto the pillar of his sex. Fiona gasped as the alien cock jutted upwards into her and she began grinding her hips into his as she rode him.
Time had become a blur, for both alien and human, as they fucked ten years of war out of each other.
Fiona thought of the countless suicide bombers she had sent to their deaths as she braced herself against the wall of the cell, her knees threatening to buckle at any moment as Cava-Rek pounded her ass even as his fingers expertly pinched her nipples and massaged her clit.
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