Alien General's Baby: BBW Human - Alien Surprise Pregnancy SciFi Romance (Brion Brides)

by Vi Voxley

  One slip of concentration and he would have been dead. More even than when he'd actually fought the Fearless' past form, Braen had to push his body to limits that hadn't been properly tested in years.

  When he'd first met the monster on the cold, dead field, he had been able to trick the Fearless. Once it bit down on him, it could no longer get rid of Braen and the general only had to endure. It had been less of a fight and more a battle of willpowers.

  In the darkness of Naima's room, it was nothing like that.

  The Fearless was showing everything it had learned over the long ages of its life. Like sparks of lightning, the thoughts shot through Braen's mind. He thought he recognized an ancient fighting stance, favored by a species the Brions had wiped off the face of the galaxy a long time ago.

  The Fearless had probably fought them.

  More than anything else, it was punishing to fight the monster. Every blow Braen delivered was met and blocked. The android was made out of some alloy that barely scratched when Braen aimed to dent it.

  One after another, the hits did more damage to him than to the enemy. An android couldn't feel pain, it was free to ignore whatever passed for a survival instinct and the Fearless didn't have one to begin with.

  For Braen, his hands shook every time he struck a blow home. It didn't make him stop, only push on harder, but it wasn't something he could keep up forever. There had to be a turn in their duel or the general knew that flesh and bone would yield before metal did.

  What am I missing?

  The chance presented itself with a realization that he was approaching the fight all wrong. In war, it was vital to know your enemy. If the opponent happened to be powerful and fast like the Fearless was, it was the first move to make sure it couldn't use those skills to its benefit.

  It meant going after the weapon.

  Braen changed his tactic, letting the monster come closer at the risk of losing his head to one of the lightning fast arched strikes. More than one time, he could feel the blade go by his face so closely that it hurt without ever truly touching. The general blocked rather than struck, making it look like he was driven back.

  It shouldn't have worked, but if the Fearless had one weakness, it was pride. With a victorious howl, it advanced, hoping for an easy victory and assuming that Braen had become weary from the fight. That was the difference between Brions and the beast, Braen concluded. He not only learned from his mistakes, but never underestimated his enemy.

  Along with being immortal, the Fearless was also endlessly prideful.

  The Fearless came closer and Braen already felt a wall against his back when he ducked. His heart seemed to beat a million times per second. He didn't hesitate for a second.

  The monster was fast, but Brions were the greatest fighters in the galaxy. The battle hormones beating in Braen's blood boosted his already considerable stamina and speed, pushing him on to move under the Fearless' guard before it even saw him.

  His blow fell, clean and true, right on the shaft of the enemy's spear. It was built so well it didn't immediately break, but the cut was deep enough for it to be useless as a weapon.

  The Fearless knew that too, throwing its head back and roaring so loudly Braen felt the floor shake beneath his feet, mechanical crackling reverbing through the android’s voice.

  The monster grabbed him in the next second, the android's cold hands pressing down on his throat. The spear in his hands was at an awkward angle, impossible to maneuver in the way he needed. Without a second's doubt, Braen let go of it and grabbed the white-red metallic arms trying to strangle him.

  They fell together, hands locked as the rematch turned more vicious than the first round had ever been. More was at stake than survival.

  Braen realized the danger when the cold hands against his skin suddenly turned icy and then beyond even that. He gritted his teeth, cursing the Fearless for remembering that the Chali androids had all kinds of gadgets and skills built into them. The same method of heat transfer that had saved Naima's life was now going to kill him, freeze the blood in his veins.

  There was nowhere to strike. The android was a construct, it didn't care for eyes or flesh.

  But it did have wiring, the basics of its working order. Feeling life leaving him breath by agonizing breath as his throat froze, Braen aimed at a small crevice on the android's neck, between the head and the torso. There, the inner skeleton of the android was bared but a little.

  The general crammed his hand into the enemy's throat, feeling as it instantly answered by pressing down even harder on his neck. Only the shoulder guard of his armor kept Braen conscious and alive. He knew it was a matter of seconds before even the armor would be of no help.

  The android’s outer shell was as tough as ever and it took considerable force to reach between it. Braen didn't utter a single scream as the flesh tore off his hand, almost crushing the bones of his palm as he grabbed the first thing he could find and tore.

  The enemy shuddered from head to toe and the grip on his neck eased up.

  Inches from his face, the eyes of the android were as red as the Fearless', full of hatred and bitter disappointment. The monster was beginning to understand there was no fighting when the android stopped.

  And it went for the mistake Braen had been hoping for.

  He had endured hours of torture in the vile jaws of the beast, but the Fearless had no patience in situations like this. Instead of finishing what it had started, holding on in the hope that Braen died before the android broke, it pulled back, wanting to preserve the vessel it was occupying.

  It jumped away, looking for a weapon to continue the fight. Braen was faster. His every move calculated and precise, not wasting half a moment. He could deal with his injuries later. He rolled over as soon as the Fearless was off him, grabbing the spear he'd dropped. The general was up in a second, anger spreading in his veins as he turned.

  One good, unblocked hit was all he'd needed from the beginning. The Fearless rose as well, but it was too late. Putting every last bit of his strength into the blow, Braen cut through the air and then through the android.

  The Fearless screamed, but not in pain as the android crashed to the floor in two pieces. With two steps, the general was standing above the upper part, slicing through the thin wrists, removing the fingers as he'd taken the legs.

  “This is not over!” the Fearless gargled.

  For a second more, the monster remained, thrashing on the ground. Then it was gone and the only thing that was left were the pieces of the android.

  The Chali build them durable. My warriors will have to keep this in mind when we go to war. It is not a Brion's way to go by being killed by something you presumed dead.

  Braen stood over his defeated enemy, grimly considering how it was going to be to fight a thousand of them on his way to the Fearless. Absently, his hand rubbed at his throat, feeling the icy chill of near death there.

  "Naima!" he called then.

  His voice was raspy and not nearly as strong as it usually was.

  It took a moment for her to appear, escorted by his men. They took one look at the android and Braen waved them away.

  His gesha came closer, her big green eyes wide in surprise.

  "Are you alright? By the gods," she whispered. "I did say break, didn't I..."

  "Will you tell me now what it is you need? You will feel better once I cut us off from the enemy once and for all," Braen said.

  "I agree," Naima nodded, "but I want Alona to do that. And I need to test out something amazing. It might even be the answer we've been looking for."

  Hesitantly, Braen nodded.

  "If it's safe for you, I allow it," he said.

  Naima gave him a sharp look, a smile on her lips that the general absolutely adored.

  What she had done had brought them so much information about the Fearless. Now at least they knew what they were facing. He couldn’t imagine not trusting her judgment at this point.

  "I told you," she countered.
"I allow myself. I need you to disengage the glove."

  Braen stared at her and then at the broken pieces of the enemy on the floor. In the android's eyes, the light of the Fearless was gone, but it was still out there.

  "You can't be serious," he said. "After what just happened, the monster will hurt you greatly."

  "I brought my old bracelet, just in case," Naima went on, paying him no heed. "I'll be fine. It's a risk I'm willing to take."

  "For Alona. Trusting Alona," Braen said, his voice revealing more surprise and apprehension than he would have liked, as broken as it currently was.

  "Yes," Naima said seriously. "Braen, you have to trust me as I trust you. I wouldn't do this if it wasn't important and if it is important, I should do it, right? That is the Brion way."

  It was almost impossible for the general to deny her when she was talking like that. He nodded.

  "Tell me, then. What do you have in mind?"

  "I'm going to use the lifestone on Alona," Naima explained as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It will be able to kick Sinetha out, once and for all. And if it works, Braen, the implications are amazing."

  The general considered it.

  "You want to use the stone to magnify Alona," he repeated.

  "Yes," Naima confirmed. "It tried to help me before. You saw it too."

  That was true. Braen had seen a quick flash of the android's AI and everything his gesha was saying was good, if he could only trust Alona to really cut the connection to its main network and the Chali.

  Only it wasn't about trusting the AI. It was about trusting Naima and he did that without question.

  He took Naima's hand in his, looking into her gorgeous, bright eyes.

  "The second this gets to be too much for you, I want you to tell me," he said.

  "I promise," Naima replied.

  Trust is a wonderful thing if it goes both ways.

  Then the general turned off the glove. Naima winced, but she raised her arm where the piece of lifestone was now exposed and walked over to the android.

  She pressed the stone against the body that now had Alona's gray eyes looking at them again with curiosity.

  "Free yourself," Naima said and touched the lifestone gently against its white surface.

  Alona didn't shiver or twitch, because those were the reactions of living beings, but a flame roared to life in its eyes as it worked. Naima stayed by its side, a pained expression on her face, refusing to give in to the pain.

  Long moments passed. Braen tried to distance himself, yet it was as impossible as to stop breathing. Seeing Naima in clear torture was too much, but there was nothing he could do to ease it, save with his presence. He held his gesha's soft hand in hers, feeling her skin grow colder by the second until it was freezing, just as his throat had been. All that time, Naima didn't utter a single word of protest or complaint, holding true to the plan she'd chosen.

  A true Brion quality, Braen thought. Everything I ever wanted in a fated. She is perfect.

  To honor her sacrifice and courage, the general didn't bring up the notion of stopping before the android started to shake a little. They all heard Sinetha's last cry as the trader broke back in for a second, but then she clearly lost control because the differences between the mistress and the AI were so obvious.

  Naima was starting to convulse when Alona spoke up at last.

  "It's done," Alona said. "She's gone. I took everything I could and I – am free."

  Naima rose with a triumphant smile on her lips, although Braen had to help her stand.

  "It worked," she said. "Fuck yeah, it worked! We'll need your technicians to check to make sure Sinetha is really gone, but Braen... the test was a success. I think I know how to kill the Fearless now."

  That makes one of us.

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  Naima

  Alona didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that Braen had cut it in two.

  It was an odd realization, but Naima supposed it really wasn't that big of a deal for an android. A body was, after all, nothing but a vessel for the AI and Alona itself stayed intact.

  After she'd pulled her hand back with the lifestone and the general had turned on the glove again, Naima had seen a strange look in Alona's eyes.

  If it were a human, she supposed the closest emotion was regret. She knew that because she remembered it well. Back on Matthos IV, when she'd first brushed her fingers against the stone, it had been devastating – and divine.

  To call it godlike was a just comparison because all the while Naima had felt like she was taken apart on a molecular level, she'd also felt like she could do anything.

  Audrey Price had experienced something similar, if her report was anything to go by. She'd been able to force her will upon the Fearless, even. And it had almost cost her her life.

  Of course, Audrey had been in dire need. The fate of the galaxy was at stake, Tieran was dying and she herself was inches from being torn to pieces.

  Naima had no desire to test her own fortitude against the lifestone, but the single taste she'd gotten of it was enough to relate. Who didn't want to possess the power of gods?

  All the way to the Benevolent's techs, Naima expected Alona to ask her for the lifestone. Instead, the android remained silent. The hungry look was replaced by another, contemplative one and that became a peaceful gaze, looking upon the world freely for the first time.

  A healer joined them in the workshop to tend to Braen's hand and throat. Naima was amazed at how quickly the damaged skin healed, like it was nothing more than a bruise or a paper cut.

  The Brion techs, however, amused her at first with their childlike glee. Before, tinkering around with an AI that belonged to the traders had been out of the question, but Alona didn't protest when Naima wanted to be sure Sinetha was gone. That meant that the techs had free reign now.

  If anything, the healers and the scientists of all species were built the same way. They hailed from a warrior race, but their eyes lit up at the prospect of getting to work with one of the toys of the hated Chali.

  When the first one of them lifted Alona on the work bench roughly, treating it no more gently than a lump of metal, she boiled over.

  "Be careful," Naima snapped at the tech who had introduced himself as Fellen. "Alona is our ally. You are supposed to fix it and make sure the connection to the Fleet is cut."

  The tech was short, for a Brion. His eyes were blue and he was fit, but nothing like the warriors were. There were no valor squares on his neck either. On Terra, he would have looked formidable. Compared to the general, Fellen appeared small and cowardly.

  The man's eyes flicked to Braen, standing right behind her. Naima's frown deepened.

  I'll be damned if I spend the rest of my life talking to people who only see my gerion.

  "Don't do that. I asked you and I don't think what I said is unreasonable, but I can't handle all of you being so afraid to argue with me because you think Braen will use you as target practice."

  She was almost certain she heard a soft chuckle from behind her. The tech was exasperated, caught between two fires.

  "Miss Jones, he might," he said. "He would."

  Naima turned around, giving Braen her firmest look. She knew perfectly well that she probably looked like a particularly pissed off kitten, considering how hard it was to be anything but happy around him.

  With a dramatic sigh, the general shrugged.

  "Speak freely to my gesha," he said, the deep voice leaving no doubt that it came with a whole lot of buts. "Freely but respectfully."

  "Thank you," Naima said. "Now could you please tell that to all of your warriors, so I could have actual conversations?"

  Braen gave her a small bow, the smile on his lips promising her heaven and hell rolled into one, undoubtedly between the sheets. Naima's pussy reacted to that hot sexy look immediately, trembling, aching for the general. She tried to focus on the matter at hand, knowing how easily Braen picked up on signals like that and how little patienc
e he had for waiting to have her.

  Not that she minded at that point.

  Fellen found himself at the sharp end of her glare again, answering it with a pout. The expression looked weird on a Brion, like a rebellious child in the garments of an adult. Naima wasn't surprised. She'd met the type before – brilliant with tools, emotionally stagnated at puberty.

  "I will do as the general commands, Miss Jones, but it does not feel pain," Fellen said, slowly like explaining to a child. "What difference does it make?"

  "Then do so and nothing less," Naima replied, her voice as cold as ice. "I know Alona doesn't feel pain. This is a matter of respect. The AI helped me and has promised to keep doing so. It is an ally and my friend. Not some fighter backup generator for you to rough-handle."

  "It is a Chali android," the tech argued as fervently as he dared. "They are our enemies."

  "So you admit it," Naima said angrily. "You are being difficult on purpose."

  "Miss Jones-" Fellen tried one more time, but Braen cut in so smoothly that the room around them quieted like a spell was cast on it.

  Naima could have sworn even the machines fell silent.

  "This android saved my gesha's life," Braen said, the venom in his voice making the tech take a step back. "Possibly twice. It gives me no pleasure to admit this, but my fated is right. This is about respect and we are Brions, boy. There is no honor in refusing to give credit where credit is due."

  Then, to Naima's amazement, Braen's voice dropped even lower and more threatening, the slight crackle of damage still evident in it.

  "My gesha said something a week ago that I didn't agree with back then. She reminded me of our dark past and I told her it was gone. I see now it still lingers, despite what I'd like to believe. In our bloody ages, we targeted anyone even closely related to our enemies, without provocation.

  “Those days are gone and I will not tolerate the ghosts of that horror on my ship. The Chali are our enemies. This android is not. Do as my gesha says."

  Fellen looked like a sickly apparition himself, but he had enough presence of mind to simply bow deeply and get to work. This time handling Alona more like a healer would a patient.