Julius
I refocused on the scent and followed it to locate her. I arrived at what looked like a barracks, where a battalion was assembling, under Serena's command. She saw me.
"Come here. It was Sturgeon who warned me," she called out and, turning to a male I knew well, she pointed at him.
"Julius, you're here!" exclaimed General Sturgeon.
"I couldn't let Tarcila carry on with this persecution, especially now that I've found my destined mate," he said, his eyes resting on Serena.
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Narrator
Tarcila's ship was motionless in space on the edge of the orbit of planet Magino. On the screens was the image of the planet's capital city, completely enveloped in a black mist, obscuring any visibility. Though it was still broad daylight, the existence of the mist indicated it was borne of pure magic; only a noble of lineage could conjure something of such magnitude.
Tarcila
"It must be that wretched one who's behind this, but how'd she find out? Make sure everyone's accounted for," she said to her second-in-command.
"Yes, boss, the ship's exactly as it was when we left."
"Damn it! Now we have to wait for the mist to clear, an utter waste of time. Feillen!!! Where's that good-for-nothing?"
"I'm not deaf, Tarcila!"
"Ah, there you are. Come on, I need my male."
"Of course, you do..."
"Infernal male, I don't understand why the creator matched me with you."
"I say the same, being your destined is like being in hell."
"Don't complain, I give you everything you need." This idiot is the one who should be providing everything, but woe to me if I depended on him.
"And what would you do without me, huh? You're turning blue again. Admit it, you like how I handle you."
I do like it indeed, but I would never admit that to him, not even in death. We reached our chamber, and as soon as we crossed the threshold and the door closed behind us, he grabbed my hair, pinning me against the wall, tore off my clothes, and clenched my flesh with his large hands.
I screamed.
"That's it, tough girl, scream, scream your heart out, there's more to come."
He smacked my hips, my backside, squeezed my breasts hard, and I growled powerfully when his fingers reached my pubis and slipped between my folds, his index claw circling my clit. At times he was rough, at others gentle, and I relished both.
He dragged me to the bed, laid me at its edge with my legs spread, then knelt down and drank from me until I was on the brink of madness, yearning for climax, but he stopped short, rolled me onto my stomach, and having freed himself of his own clothes, he plunged inside me, thrusting with brutal force and eliciting winces of pain from my lips.
"More… more…"
This mixture of pain and pleasure was exactly what I craved, to torment the female within, fueled by my rage of not being born male.
"Deeper… faster..." I gasped, panting.
He slapped my buttocks, moistened his fingers in my essence, and thrust three into my other opening at once. I was accustomed to his ways and always ready for him.
"Ahhhh!!!!"
"Want more...take it..."
He thrust harder and rhythmically, leaning over my back, biting various spots without breaking the skin, but when he reached my neck, the surge of orgasm building within exploded as he finally bit deep, claiming me once more, and we climaxed together, he spilling inside and me gripping tight, drawing in his essence.
His body collapsed onto mine, exhausted, and I savored that deep pleasure that drained the pent-up anger in my nerves, leaving me with a shade of blue. When he rose, he tossed me so I could lie on the bed and collapsed beside me, gazing at me, propped on his elbow, and caressed my face softly.
His smile was captivating; I'd first noticed his square jaw, full lips, and almond-shaped eyes, black as a moonless night. His straight, equally black hair was always tied back, creating a stark contrast with his yellow-toned skin. He hailed from planet Demos, home to the galaxy's infamous mercenaries.
Our destinies lamented, we reached an arrangement for mutual benefit. Like me, the mercenaries sought after the galactic port, and thus we accepted and co-existed as well as we could. We were only able to be together when the urge to release tension arose, and sex was the best way to do so.
He leaned in and kissed me slowly and sensually, reigniting the passion until we began anew, savoring each other rather than venting rage. We'd spend hours like this, and when we ceased, we'd be satiated, calm, and clear-headed, ready to plan the next step.
At some point, I fell asleep in his arms and awoke disoriented until I remembered I was aboard the ship. I got up and stepped into the dry washing capsule—I detest water. Then he followed, pinching my already sore nipple as he walked past and entered the capsule.
"Idiot!"
He grinned, knowing I enjoyed the pain. I requested new garments from the storage, which soon arrived through the delivery tube, and I dressed, heading directly to the command tower. As I entered, the screens showed the mist was dissipating slightly, revealing some shapes. I compared the planetary map with the screen image, identifying the capital's landmarks and ordered the capture ships to launch.
I directed them to where they could seize the strongest males, telling them to capture any heat signals detected, for the mist prevented specific targeting. Their sudden assault, after hours of waiting, took the unprepared by surprise. I suspect they no longer believed an attack was coming, which led to my resounding success.
The ships returned, each releasing their captives into special cells, ensuring no one approached them. Tarcila was shrewd and had employed a wizard to craft countermeasures against the wily folk. That little pest would never best her; she was the supreme warrior and world-devourer, undefeated by anyone, especially not a cunning little mouse who relied on magic.
"Let's get moving, full speed ahead; I don't want to waste time."
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