by Maxi MacNair
She stood up and pulled her panties down and bunched up the fabric of her gown as she stepped one foot over him to stand over Kallos and his aching cock. She came down to her knees and rubbed her slick folds on the tip of his erection before sliding the head inside of her and then slowly dropping down until his cock was fully inside of her and their two pelvises met. Grinding her hips into him Larisa could feel his massive cock fill her up as he reached up to pull the top part of her dress down to reveal her large full breasts again. Larisa looked down and saw his hands groping her breasts and she started to steadily drive herself onto him meeting his hips that were starting to thrust upwards into her. Right before she lost control she looked down to see his abs flex and glow as his cock swelled even larger, unable to hold back from the sensations of her movements. Larisa dropped her full weight onto Kallos’ cock feeling him drive deeper into her than he ever had before as he loosed himself inside of her, and Larisa heard the faint echo of her loud moans echo throughout the cave above the rush of the waterfall.
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Larisa and Kallos slowly made their way out of the caverns and back into open air. It wasn’t until they had emerged that Kallos realized how much moister the air had been in the cave. He figured the initial excitement of their excursion had caused him to fail to notice earlier.
“Wow, it was warm in there,” Larisa said when they stepped out of the shadows and into a patch of sun.
“You just read my mind,” Kallos said.
“They won’t be mad at us for taking our time, will they?”
“No. They’ll probably be disappointed that break time is over. Jusstan and Banet at least.”
Larisa laughed, her plump lips parting to show her spotless white teeth. She looked so stunning and full of life that he had to resist his impulse to pull her into the trees and kiss every inch of her body.
“Hey, are you sure you don’t want me to carry that for a while?” Larisa pointed to the bag that held their syimondium.
“No, it’s fine,” he said, shaking the thought from his head. “We’re nearly there anyway.”
They continued down same path they had come by, and in what felt like only a single minute, the Silent Night was before them. The ramp had been left open, anticipating their return.
“Wislin,” Kallos said into his diss-link as he tapped a panel to raise the ramp and seal the access bay behind them. “We’ve just returned. You can begin powering up the engines.” After a moment of silence, he spoke into it again. “Wislin, acknowledge, please.”
“Maybe she fell asleep?” Larisa looked at him questioningly.
Kallos frowned. “She’s not the napping type. But maybe she’s just occupied.” He switched to Yevis’ line and said, “Yevis. Where’s Wislin? We’re ready to leave… Yevis, please respond.”
Kallos stared at his diss-link, willing a response to come through.
“Maybe they’re both busy?”
Kallos couldn’t fault Larisa’s optimism, but also couldn’t get himself to embrace it.
“Unlikely,” he said through clenched teeth. He sent out a simultaneous call to the other crew members, but there was still no response.
“Is yours broken? Want to try mine?”
Kallos shook his head.
“I… have a bad feeling about this,” he said.
He set the syimondium down against a wall and inched his way into the hall.
“Stay behind me,” he said, lowering his voice.
“You think something happened to them?” She said, matching his volume.
“We’ll soon find out.”
Determining the corridor empty, he slipped around the corner and into a supplies nook.
“Oh god,” Larisa said, staring at him wide-eyed as he pulled an L0K77 pistol from a hidden compartment.
“Think you could fire one of these things?” He handed the pistol’s smaller cousin to her. “This is the safety. Just aim through the eyepiece and clench this trigger grip to shoot. There’s a bit of recoil, but not much.”
“You have weaponry on this ship? Are you military?”
“What? No.” Kallos strapped his pistol’s holster around his chest. “We don’t have an active military. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be prepared to defend ourselves.”
“Do you… do this often?”
Kallos cracked each of his fingers. “You are protected Larisa. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The look in Larisa’s eyes sent a punch to his gut.
“It’ll be fine,” he said. “This is only a precaution. You should stay here and wait for me though.”
Larisa shook her head violently, the terrified look in her face vanishing.
“No way,” she hissed. “I’m not going to just sit here. I’ve done laser tag before. I can’t be that horrible of a shot.”
“Laser tag?—Never mind. Fine, come. But stick close.”
Kallos led the two of them through the hull of the ship. He advanced as lightly as possible and indicated Larisa to do the same. He hoped that if something was indeed amiss on the Silent Night, they could hold some advantage.
As they approached the common area, the feeling in Kallos’ stomach intensified. The ship was much too quiet, much too silent. He didn’t like it, and he wasn’t so keen on Larisa insisting to investigate the situation with him. A part of him admired her bravery, but another part feared for the possibility of her getting hurt if they did encounter danger. He tried to shove the feelings to the dark corners of his mind and remain focused.
At the entrance to the common area, Kallos leaned up against the wall. Larisa took up position beside him, her face a mixture of fear and determination. He listened for a moment, then peeked around the corner. The coast clear, he crossed the threshold with Larisa at his back.
A few steps in and he regretted his decision. Previously obscured by the curved layout of the room and its furniture, was the facedown body of Yevis, lying in a pool of blood. Kallos stared, frozen in place until Larisa let out a sharp scream that she cut short by clamping a hand over her mouth.
“Oh my god…” Larisa said, keeping her hand over her mouth.
“Yevis,” Kallos said, partly to himself and partly to the corpse. “What in blazes happened…?”
Kallos spun around, then stormed across the room to find Wislin, pistol still in hand, slumped against a wall. Her eyes were open, but seeing nothing.
“Jusstan’s over here,” Larisa’s voice, barely above a whisper, pulled Kallos away from the pilot.
Kallos swallowed hard, fighting off the tremors that threatened his body and went behind the table where Larisa indicated. Jusstan was also dead.
He knelt down next to the body.
“We need to call for help,” Kallos said. “And get off this ship. We don’t know if it’s safe.”
“But what about the others?” Larisa said. “Mapple and Banet. What if they’re hurt but still alive?”
He shook his head and rose to his feet, one hand on the table.
“It’s too risky,” he said.
“So you’d just leave us to die?”
Kallos and Larisa spun to see Mapple and Banet standing in a doorway leading aft. Mapple looked at them wide-eyed, while Banet looked much more disgruntled than usual.
Kallos breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank the universe,” Kallos said. “I had feared the worst. What in blazes happened here?”
“Something about ending the Nyh’jas family line,” Banet grumbled. “From what I gathered.”
“Who’d do this?” Larisa cried. “Are they gone?”
“No, they’re not gone,” Mapple said. “And they’re not finished yet.”
Pistols appeared in both Mapple and Banet’s hands. Kallos’ first instinct saw him push Larisa away. His second instinct, to take cover himself, wasn’t fast enough.
A blast of energy found its mark in his abdomen, while another grazed his shoulder. The impact sent him careening into a chair and to the floor.
“Kallos!” Larisa’s voice sounded distant, but it was enough to pull his mind from falling into shock.
He returned fire from his position on the floor, hitting Banet twice in the stomach. The man fell like a sack of tappa roots, his pistol skidding across the floor. By the time Kallos readjusted his aim, Mapple had already taken cover behind a counter. Larisa fired along the edges of the counter, scorching the metallic finish black.
“Surrender, Kallos,” Mapple shouted over the discharging energy bolts. “You’re going to die anyway. Larisa isn’t the one we need to see dead. She can walk away from this.”
“Why are you doing this?” Larisa shouted back. “You—you killed them!”
“Dammit, Mapple,” Kallos said, pulling himself into a crouch and trying to calculate the best way to draw the woman out from hiding. “After all this time? You’ve betrayed me! You’ve betrayed all of Halpa!”
“Times change, Lord Kallos,” Mapple said, voice dripping with venom. “With the king’s death, it’s time the Nyh’jas family relinquish the throne and usher in a new age. An age where we finally take what is rightfully ours in this galaxy.”
Kallos winced as he adjusted his stance, the initial surge of adrenaline beginning to give way to the pain of his injuries.
“You’re talking about a campaign to conquer other worlds, aren’t you?”
“Before they conquer us, yes.” The nose of her pistol peeked around the counter, firing a trio of blind shots into the table.
“Halpa is beyond that,” Kallos said through gritted teeth. “We’ve fought our wars and now we need peace. Not to wage more.”
“You’re blind to reality. This peace is only an illusion.”
“Attempting to conquer other worlds would certainly make it so.”
From the edge of his vision, Kallos spotted Larisa starting to sneak towards the counter’s other side. He waved at her, trying to signal her to stop, that it was too dangerous, but she didn’t see him. He cursed under his breath.
“Leave the ship now and I’ll see your life spared,” Kallos said.
Maniacal laughter erupted from behind the counter.
“Don’t insult me,” Mapple said, sending another barrage of fire randomly into the walls and table.
“Then drop your weapons and I’ll make your death quick.” He fired a dozen glancing shots into the counter as he scurried forward.
When he finally got his back pressed up against the counter, he caught Larisa’s eye.
She was crouched behind a chair, only feet away from being able to slide directly into Mapple’s cover. Her eyes looked fierce framed by her dark hair, and he wondered for a split second if this was what she was like with that laser tag thing, or if it was simply a manifestation of the fight or flight response.
He made a firing gesture, then tapped his chest and pointed behind him. She nodded, and he hoped she truly understood.
Larisa fired, lunging forward for extra reach, and a half-second later, Kallos hauled himself over the counter and fired down on the woman who was crouched behind it, seething. She fell, lifeless, without even registering what had killed her.
Kallos laid down on the counter, tossing his pistol to the side and breathing heavily. He looked down at himself, and only just noticed that his clothing was soaked through in blood. Larisa appeared next to him. She was saying something, but his head spun and the words sounded like garbled nonsense.
“Kallos, Kallos,” Larisa repeated. Her hands hovered above him, unsure if she should apply pressure to his wounds or not, as he was, after all, not human.
Kallos stared into space.
“Kallos, you need to answer me!” She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. “Where’s the medical supplies?”
He still didn’t respond.
Larisa swore, then ran to dampen a cloth with water. She pressed it against his forehead and dabbed it around his face. Finally he blinked and registered what she was doing.
“Larisa…” His eyes darted back and forth across her face, before finally fixating on her eyes.
“Are you…”
He grimaced, then pushed himself up to sitting.
“I—just fell out of it for a minute,” he said.
“Where’s the medical supplies? What do I do?”
“In a compartment behind the cockpit,” he coughed. “Or in the cargo bay with the rest of our supplies.”
Larisa nodded. “Okay, what do I need to bring?”
“I… I can walk. Just, help me.”
He started to slide himself off the counter and Larisa caught him.
“You’re insane. You need to rest. Lie down.”
He shook his head. “It’d be too hard to explain. Faster if I help you.”
“Fine, but should that be bandaged first?”
“I’ll keep pressure on it. Just lend me a hand.”
Larisa helped Kallos to the compartment behind the cockpit, but nothing was there. In the cargo bay, they found everything burned. Only piles of ashes and the stench of smoke.
“They—they destroyed all our supplies?” Larisa’s throat tightened, making her voice project quiet and meek.
“Looks like it…” Kallos said.
“Now what?”
“Let—let me lie down,” Kallos said, his face turning pale. He looked straight ahead, into the smouldering destruction.
“In the private chambers?”
He nodded once, still not looking at her.
“Okay, come on,” Larisa said. “We’ll… we’ll figure something out.”
The words sounded pathetic even to her, but she didn’t know what else to say.
Lying down in bed, Kallos looked little better than he did hobbling around the ship with her. She sat next to him on the bed as he fiddled with the communication device on his wrist. He let out an exasperated sigh.
“Something is jamming our signals,” he said, laying his head back down on the pillow. “And the ship’s communications system appears to be offline.”
“So… we can’t contact anyone for help?” A dark feeling sunk to the bottom of her gut.
“Not unless we find whatever it is that’s jamming us. But that could take days with just the two of us and no equipment.”
“What do we do? Can we get back to the palace in time to see a doctor?”
Kallos accessed something on his bracelet, which, after a moment of pulsing white lights, projected a chart into the air. It relayed his vitals, but being opposite of it, Larisa had difficulties in reading the backwards text. A few seconds later, he tapped it off.
“Are you…” She didn’t want to bring herself to ask, but Kallos glanced at her in question. “Are you… going to die?”
He averted his gaze.
“Kallos…”
“We won’t be able to reach the capitol in time,” he said, his voice cracking. “Without care, I won’t last longer than a few hours.”
“That’s…”
“Without contact, Nillana will send a search party within a day. They’ll find you. Tell them what happened. Nillana will take care of you.”
“There must be something we can do! Isn’t there anything we can use or make that will help you until we get real supplies?”
Kallos’ face flushed.
“What?” Larisa leaned over him. “What is it? Tell me what I can do.”
“There is something… but I am afraid it won’t make sense to you,” he said, pointedly avoiding her gaze. “It’s rather unique to the Halpasen species.”
Larisa frowned, brow furrowing in frustration. All of what had just happened was finally settling in, making her heart ache. And now, on top of that, Kallos was going to be difficult like this?
“Just tell me,” she said.
He sighed. “Halpasens have a natural healing ability, but it requires the input of energy. An exchange or transmutation of energy, to be precise.”
“You can heal yourselves?”
“It’s not an evangelical degree
of healing, but it can help strengthen the body. Stabilize the body, and buy time. But like I said, it requires additional energy…”
Larisa watched him with curiosity. “And… where does this additional energy come from? How do you use this healing power?”
Kallos met her gaze.
“It’s sexual energy,” he said plainly. “When a bond is forged between two beings, they become connected on multiple levels. Sexual contact when such a bond is intact allows for the transference of such energy.”
Larisa blinked at him.
“Yes. Through sexual intercourse.” He smirked and ran a hand across his temple, leaving a smear of blood. “I figured it’d be something beyond human comprehension. You don’t have such a thing, do you?”
Larisa shook her head. She couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“Well,” he sighed again. “That’s all there is to it. That’s why we mate for life. When this bond is formed our energies become linked and I can use your sexual energy along with mine to heal, but once they are linked there is no going back, and it’s a demanding experience I’m told. It won’t be like before in your room or just a little bit ago in the cave. From my inexperienced understanding, it’s not like normal sex. My body is going into survival mode and when that happens certain glands become ready to fire the chemicals needed to enact the self healing process There needs to be a legitimate build up of energy to initiate the exchange—a push. It requires intensity, both physical and sensual. Some report pain, dizziness, or the sensation of losing one’s breath.”
“I…”
“I will not force you,” he said. “It’s not something to be taken lightly. And as a human, you might experience more significant side effects. I can’t say for certain.”
He winced in pain as he adjusted his position on the bed.
“I… need to think,” Larisa said, turning away from him.
“So are you saying that we are already linked in this way because we have had sex?”
“No it’s more complicated than that. We have a choice to link ourselves to a certain extent, or at least, it just doesn’t happen with anyone. You probably noticed the glowing before.”
