Fire Planet Warrior's Lust: A SciFi BBW/Alien Fated Mates Romance (Fire Planet Warriors Book 4)

by Calista Skye

  “It's like an officer and a squad sergeant,” Ava said.

  “Hm?”

  “In Earth armies, we have the same structure. The officer is in charge of the strategy and the tactics. But his sergeant is often just as experienced and can give valuable suggestions, and she's usually closer to the other soldiers in the squad. Sounds like you two came up with that structure on your own.”

  Xark'ion frowned. “Really?”

  “Really. It's just more efficient.”

  “Huh. We have much to learn from Earthlings, even in military matters. I would not have thought it. Your people seems so focused on peace, although your weapons are formidable. Well, we were in battle. We were losing. It was a chaotic battle against a new enemy. I felt overwhelmed. We usually won. But we also usually fought living things. These were machines. Robots. And I misjudged. I split the squad in two. One group around me, one around Groti'ax. And instead of sending his group against the enemy's weakest spot, I directed them to a place where they would be surrounded. As soon as I realized my mistake, I recalled the order. But it was too late. The enemy machines were all around them. I went in with my group to break them out, but Groti'ax told me to stay back. So I did.”

  25

  - Ava -

  Ava kept quiet. Xark'ion looked away, to the treeline beyond the idyllic little village. “It's clear to me now why he wanted me to stay back. He had realized before I did that the situation was hopeless. He commanded his group to make their way back, but if everyone had gone, they would have been overrun from behind. As soon as his group had turned their backs and were fighting their way towards us, Groti'ax ran at the enemy with a mighty roar, swinging his sword. The machine enemies were distracted, and they let the rest of his group through to us, while they all ...”

  His voice trailed off with the painful memory.

  Ava reached over and took his large hand, not saying anything. For a few minutes the only sound was the crackling of the fire and the murmur of daily life in the other tents in the village.

  Finally Xark'ion took a deep breath again. “Well, he was overwhelmed. The machines were small, but they were hard to kill. Many of them jumped on him and forced him to the ground. He fought them, of course, and destroyed some. Finally he was pinned to the ground in a heap of them over his arms and legs.”

  He went quiet again, and Ava squeezed his hand. She got the feeling this was the first time he had told anyone the details of his friend's death.

  “And then,” he continued, “the alien who owned the machines came over. There was only one of them. It was also dressed like machines, covered in gleaming metal. It was tall and thin. Almost as tall as Groti'ax. It was very alien. Groti'ax was held down by the machines, though the struggled to get loose. The alien had a device that was like a scissor. Two long, gleaming blades hinged together. The alien placed the blades-”

  He drew in his breath sharply and let it out, in a trembling sight. Ava grabbed onto his hand with both of hers.

  “It placed the blades on either side of his neck. Plainly intending to cut his head off. And then Groti'ax laughed. Loudly, in the way only he could. It was a free, defiant laugh. Happy, even. That was Groti'ax. That was the way he was. He laughed as death came to him. He was going to die, but he had saved his half of the squad. He was fulfilled as a warrior. The bravest ... no, 'brave' isn't the word. He was the best man our village had ever produced. The best man of our world. Coldly executed by a cowardly alien that needed machines to fight its battles.”

  Xark'ion's hand wiped across his face, and Ava squeezed his hand again.

  “Well, the scissors closed. His laugh died at that moment. Something died in me, as well. What happened then, I don't know. I only remember short, confused glimpses. Apparently I went into a frenzy and fought my way alone through the enemy ranks, over to where he lay dead on the ground. I don't remember all of that. I just know that we somehow retrieved his body. Then I was on the shuttle going away from the surface of that planet, with Groti'ax's body inside a sack on the deck. I hope it didn't happen like that. Because if it did, then why couldn't I have fought like that before he was dead?”

  Ava sniffled and wiped some moisture off her cheek. Just like back at the funeral, Xark'ion's emotions were so strong and pure that she felt them deep inside her. “Seems to me like you did everything you could. Nobody blames you for that at all. I've seen your record. The only one who blames Xark'ion is Xark'ion.”

  The warrior didn't reply, just took both of Ava's hands in his giant one.

  Ava took a deep breath. He had told her something important. Now it was her turn. Something she had never told anyone else. “I did the same thing. On Gideo Station. When it was just us four girls there. First I left Harper alone outside the base. Against regulations. Nobody's supposed to be outside alone. That's when she was first abducted. Then I took the two other girls with me to the Fire Planet to find Harper. Also against regulations. And it pretty much killed us all. If it hadn't been for Vrax'ton and some dumb luck, we would all have died.”

  She remembered the Fire closing in and Charlotte and Lily looking at her with despair in their eyes, still trusting their leader to find a way out. Their leader who had done nothing but screw up.

  “The fact that we made it from the Fire Planet alive was just ... well, I couldn't have gotten closer to killing us if I had tried. Totally irresponsible. Stars, it got so close by the end. We were all sure we'd burn. And then the abductors came back and we were captured and tied up and placed in irons ... like ...”

  A hard sob racked her body, and Xark'ion laid one impossibly large and heavy arm around her, helping her release the emotions that she had pent up for far too long.

  “This is why you have spent all your time since making space safe for Earth and Acerex,” he calmly observed while she wept against his warm chest. “Despite everything turning out fine, you feel guilty. And it seems to me that if you'd stayed outside your base with Queen Harper, you would both have been abducted. With consequences that we can now only speculate about. Then you went in blindly to get your friend from a deadly place. Breaking regulations in order to maximize the chances of success. I would not say it was irresponsible. I would say it was accepting responsibility. I would say it was leadership.”

  And as simple as that, he had turned the whole thing on its head. Yes, she had done the best thing she could think of at the time. The only thing she could think of. Maybe. But still. He was not humoring her. He was not the type. That was his actual opinion.

  Ava suddenly felt much better. She sniffled again. “Just like you. You showed both heart and leadership. But you don't see it.”

  “I see it a little more now,” Xark'ion said quietly. “When I first saw you, I knew something had happened that was important. There was something about you that stood out. But it was Groti'ax's funeral and my mind was in turmoil. If only I had known.”

  Ava wiped the last of the tears and angled her neck to look up at the warrior, noticing that now she was no longer sitting beside him, but on his lap. He must have lifted her over without her really noticing.

  His eyes had a tinge of red around them, and there was a trace of tears on his cheeks.

  She reached up and dried it from his skin, and he let her.

  She craned her neck more to kiss him on the lips. Fuck, what a man this is.

  Her body immediately responded to the thought, and it happened with an urgency that she had never experienced ever before. She needed him inside her. Now.

  She adjusted her position on his lap and placed her hand on his bulge. After a couple of heartbeats, there was definitely a swelling going on there, and a sudden twitch and a groan that escaped his lips sent hard sparks of joy to her pussy.

  “Let's go to your tent,” she whispered, looking around. The village was quiet, but there were people inside almost all the little huts around them, and Ava didn't want to make a spectacle of herself and Xark'ion.

  He got to his feet, lifting her with him
in a display of incredible strength, and then carried her the few steps into his tent.

  Inside, an oil lamp was sending a warm light over the skins and furs on the floor and the sparse collection of objects along the walls and hanging from the wooden supports. Despite the increasing chill outside, inside there was a pleasant heat.

  Xark'ion placed Ava on a thick fur on the floor, then closed the tent flap and secured it.

  Her need was great, and she stripped off her jeans and sweater before discarding her bra. Then she laid back on the fur, enjoying the luxurious feel of it on her naked skin.

  Xark'ion just stared at her for a moment, then untied his pants and stepped out of them, while his large cock pointed straight up.

  In the warm, flickering light, in these surroundings, he was more than ever a warrior from the distant past, and Ava loved the primitive feelings that set off in her. She spread her legs, wanting him to remove her panties and uncover her. Fast.

  He knelt down beside her and peeled the sheer fabric down to her hips. She lifted her butt, and he pulled them all the way down.

  She instinctively closed her thighs, but he wasn't having it and pushed her knees far apart, opening her body for him.

  “Yeahhh ...” Ava groaned when he surveyed her sex. Even his green gaze on her female flesh was enough for delighted little tingles to spread all around her pussy.

  He spread her more, and the wet sounds from her slit betrayed her arousal.

  She involuntarily arched her back, anticipating the feeling of him sliding into her. “Come on, fuck me.”

  His tip was as her nether lips, spreading them and sliding up the wetness between them. He was teasing her, demonstrating that he was in control and she wasn't. That was fine with her. She wanted him to take his pleasure from her, this honorable warrior who was feeling guilty for not being perfect.

  She arched her back and groaned again, trying to impale herself on him. The squelching sounds of her wetness should probably make her feel embarrassed, but she didn't care. She wanted this. More than she'd ever wanted anything.

  Then he took possession of her, pushing into her in one long, steady thrust that filled both her body and her mind.

  “Yeeeeesssssss!” she gulped, forgetting to breathe as he invaded her with his hot manhood and stretched her sex to the limit.

  He didn't pause inside her this time, just withdrew almost all the way to leave an empty sensation in her center, before he calmly plunged back into her with a confidence that astounded her and sent a hot wave of pleasure through her pelvis. He fucked her slowly and steadily, his sensational, ridged rod finding every tiny little spot inside her that could give pleasure and forcing. She had never known sex could be like this, that her body had such a wealth of secret little folds, just waiting for the right man to find them and release their little rays of joy.

  And Xark'ion was the right man. In every way. How could she ever have doubted it? How hadn't she seen it from the first time she laid eyes on him?

  But of course she had. She had known it. All her little excitement whenever he was near. How he would always scan every room she entered to see if he was maybe inside, the little sting of disappointment if he was not. The little mental gasp if he was, the butterflies.

  He was still fucking her, building up the joy in her, filling her up with a large pool of heat that could explode at any moment if this went on...

  She knew she was whimpering, squealing and screaming, and that the tent was not far from other tents. But the Acerex tribe could take hearing a woman in love. Despite their focus on war and death, they appreciated life more than anyone else. And, Ava knew as his cock hit a new spot in her and released another shower of little sparks, she wanted them to hear it. She wanted everyone to know that Xark'ion was taking what was his.

  And he was taking her now. Hard, fast, unstoppable. So fiercely and so well that she had no choice but to give in to the sensations. His deep grunts in her ear, the scandalous squelching noises from her pussy, the soft fur supporting her and warming her from beneath, the prehistoric surroundings, her own uncontrolled moans and squeals and whimpers. Stars, the previous times had been great, unbelievable. But not like this.

  An impossible thought entered her mind: he had been holding back before. Only now was he fucking her like he wanted to.

  Her eyes flew open at the realization, her gaze locking with his intense green. “I love you,” she gasped as the first of many orgasmic waves rolled over her and through her and she bucked wildly. “I love yooouuu!”

  She distantly felt his cock swell inside her, heard his roar and grinned in uncontrolled bliss when she felt him spray her insides down with his boiling hot juices.

  This was love. She had to travel light years. But finally she'd found it.

  26

  - Ava -

  “Let's hope they're in a talkative mood,” Ava said.

  The planet Bosh looked so innocent from a distance. Just a bluish star, shining steadily straight ahead, with the moon Gideo as an even smaller little pinprick of yellow right beside it. The research station on the moon was now fully automated, keeping its telescopes trained on the Fire on the planet beneath. Its sensors had been ordered to scan the system for Kunuru activity, but nothing out of the ordinary had been detected with its inadequate equipment.

  “If they're here,” Xark'ion said with a tight voice. He clearly didn't relish being here. “Not in any great numbers, anyway. The instruments aren't picking up any movement.”

  Ava tapped her lips with one finger, thinking. “This would be a good system to assemble in if they wanted to attack Acerex. So if they're not here with a big fleet, I guess that's not what they want. Unless they have something in mind like what they did to the Ysal.”

  “I don't think so. They could have done that centuries ago. They seem to be determined to fight us by sending their minions our way. The Ysal I think they eradicated that easily because they could. They wouldn't fight back. We would. They can't get that close to us.”

  Ava fidgeted in her seat. She was both excited and nervous. Excited because if this worked the way she thought it would, the Acerex might finally have peace. And Earth might be safe from this mysterious enemy. But if the Kunuru turned out to be too aggressive to deal with, or just not willing to listen, or just not able to understand her point of view, then she and Xark'ion would turn tail and leave again immediately.

  The Fire Planet was much larger in front of them now, visible as a fat crescent with the night side in darkness, except for the thin line of light that was the Fire.

  Xark'ion flew the shuttle around the planet once, his attention on the scanners. He had turned the output to audio, and the cabin was filled with the hiss from the star's radiation, the irregular, angry crackling that the Fire sent out on every wavelength of the spectrum and the myriad of other, subdued noises that space was always producing.

  “Nothing shows on the planet so far. But to know for certain we'd have to make many orbits, closer to the surface. Perhaps they're not on the surface, but on some other object-”

  “Intruder spaceship, identify yourself and make peace with your deities.”

  Ava jumped in her seat. That voice was not coming from her translator, but from the radio speaker. In perfect Acerex, as far as she could determine.

  Both she and Xark'ion reached for the shuttle's communications panel, but she got there first.

  “This is Ava Harris, diplomatic enjoy from Earth,” she said, and her translator repeated it louder in a melodious Acerex, using Ava's own voice. “I wish to speak to the leader of the Kunuru in this system. I come in peace, and as a friend.”

  There was a long pause, and only the background hiss could be heard.

  “Any idea where they are?” Ava said softly.

  Xark'ion checked the scanners. “Not as such. This is not a military vessel, or it would have better sensors. If their ship is small enough, they could be almost anywhere. But that was a strong radio signal. They can't be too far
away.”

  The minutes passed, and a whole swarm of butterflies were doing cartwheels in Ava's stomach. The potential here was huge. If this worked, Earth would always approach new aliens unarmed and with only friendly intentions.

  She glanced over at Xark'ion. He was tense, and his gaze shifted fast between the scanners and the side windows, as if he expected to have to do evasive maneuvers at any moment.

  Ava hid a little smile behind one hand. He took his bodyguard duties extremely seriously.

  And Goanesi had been right. Having some company on these missions really took a load off her mind. Right now, during first contact with a new and possibly dangerous alien civilization, she would have been biting her nails from tension if she'd been alone. But Xark'ion just radiated safety, and she wasn't too worried as long as he was with her. It freed up her mind for other things.

  “Acerex craft with Earth inhabitant,” the speakers said again. “Our esteemed leader in this system, the Hierarch Nur of the Fifteenth Rank, has agreed to let Ava Harris speak with him. If indeed you come as a friend. Notice the comet almost at perihelion. Make your way to it and await further instructions.”

  The speakers went quiet.

  “There,” Xark'ion said and pointed. “There's only one object of any size. Though I would hesitate to call it a comet.”

  Ava squinted in the direction he was pointing. “I can't see anything. Aren't comets supposed to have tails?”

  Xark'ion changed the shuttle's direction and accelerated, then indicated one of the screens. “I think they commonly do. This looks like an icy rock in orbit around the star. There's a little bit of an atmosphere. Which I suppose technically makes it a comet. Though I must say I agree with you. I'd associate comets with more spectacular displays.”