Chapter 28

Travelling mostly at night, when she could jog and run without being observed, Brevet Captain Sirren was working her way north along the coast, after having failed in her mission to kill the Velorian Planetary Protector.

But that wasn't all her fault. Her squad had been assigned to kill one Velorian Planetary Protector. Who could have expected not one, not two, but three of them to show up?

Her squad could have easily taken down one of them, maybe even two of them. She herself had lured one of them into the trap in the specially prepared gold room. But one of the others had freed her.

And now, she was alone. The rest of her squad was dead; she had to accept no less than that from the Velorians. The bitches might exhibit a weakness towards the people whom they were supposedly Protecting, but they would never show any such weakness towards Arions. She shuddered at the thought of the Velorians crushing the hearts of her fellow Warriors Prime. They probably laughed with delight as they did so.

And the four Betas! They wouldn't have stood a chance against even one of the Velorians, let alone against three of them. There was no chance that the bitches would have shown them even a small fraction of the tenderness that she had shown them. She hugged herself as she remembered how gentle she had been with them, as they kept her company during the long nights. Something they would never do again.

Yes, she was alone on this miserable planet. Again.

At least, she was properly clothed now. Smashing down a door, she had walked into a house and appropriated some clothes. They hadn't fit her very well, but at least they had allowed her to mix with the natives without calling undue attention to herself.

That night, those clothes had been stained with a man's blood. But later that night, she had found one of the money machines, an ATM, as Carlos had called them. Ripping out the money cassette, she had supplied herself with some of the local currency. That had allowed her to purchase more appropriate attire and discard the ill-fitting set. Appropriate for the locale, at any rate, though she still considered Terran clothing to be much too bulky and concealing, not to mention constricting.

Right now, she was dressed in a simple long-sleeved white blouse and a short black skirt, which allowed her legs complete freedom of movement. Matching high-heeled black shoes and a black purse completed the outfit. Clutching the purse to her chest, she reached in for a pair of sunglasses and put them on, not so much as to shield her deep blue eyes from the bright sun, since she was walking with the sun to her back, but rather to cover them from view, since she knew how unusual her eyes were.

As she walked on, she again thought about her decision to abandon the field. Had it been an act of cowardice? Ordinarily, if one of her fellow officers had voiced such a thing, she would have bridled at the suggestion. But in the privacy of her own mind, she had to consider it carefully.

If there had been even the remotest possibility that she could have carried out her assignment, she was sure that she would not have shirked her responsibility. She had already fought the Velorian bitch twice; nobody could accuse her of cowardice. But the rest of her squad was down, and there were two of the Velorian bitches, not counting the one trapped in the gold room.

No, it would have been suicide to face the two bitches alone. Far better that she should escape, and report the presence of more of those bitches, not just the one whom she and her team had been sent down to kill.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that when she reached the end of the block, she didn't bother to look to either side before starting to cross the street. Hearing the squealing sound, she turned her head just in time to see one of the crude Terran internal combustion-powered ground vehicles bearing down on her. Not having the time for any conscious reactions, she instinctively tried to brace herself.

Still moving at better than thirty miles per hour, the right front fender slammed into her left hip, before she could completely brace herself. The metal crumpled as it hit the far harder flesh of an Arion Prime. Still, the car had too much momentum. And it had too much mass. Even as the side of the car continued to crumple as it slid past her, it knocked her backward onto the grass bordering the street. She fell onto her back, as the car continued its motion over her, pieces of steel and glass showering down onto the ground. The sharp pieces of steel ripped most of her clothes to shreds, but they left not one single mark on her smooth skin.

The car finally came to a stop, directly on top of Sirren, one of its rear tires nestled between her knees. Reaching out with her left hand, she grabbed the rear bumper and pushed the car off of her. It rolled over onto its roof. It continued rolling, finally coming to a rest on what was left of its wheels. It could be considered a minor miracle that the car did not burst into flames.

Picking herself up off of the ground and looking around herself, Sirren saw a small crowd gathering across the street, some of them pointing at her, all but one of them staring in amazement. That one, a man, was holding what Sirren recognized as a primitive recording device called a camcorder.

Lowering her head, she peered at the man over the top of her sunglasses, which miraculously had managed to stay in place on her face. When he kept recording, she took a step towards him. At the same time, she used the middle finger of her right hand to make the Terran gesture of defiance that Carlos had taught her. "Do you like what you see?" she yelled out at him, continuing to walk towards him.

Sam looked up from his camcorder and took a step back. Then, as he saw what was coming towards him, he quickly put his eye back to the viewfinder to make sure that he kept everything properly framed. This was most definitely not what he had anticipated when he bought the camcorder specifically for this vacation trip.

She took another step towards him, raising her leg high over a piece of the debris. "Come on, you want to see more?" she asked. "You want to see all of me?" She continued walking towards him, seeming not caring that she was showing him, and the other bystanders, almost all of her as she did so.

He held the camcorder up to his eye, continuing to record the incredible vision in front of him, even as that vision crossed the street and walked right up to him. Through the viewfinder, he saw her reaching toward him.

He tightened his grip on his camcorder when he felt it being pulled away from him, the viewfinder wrenched away from his eyes. He was startled to see that even though she was only using one graceful hand, she seemed to be having no trouble wresting it out of his two-handed grip. Even as he made a final try to retain possession, she twisted it out of his grip, before casually tossing it away over her shoulder into the bushes.

Her other hand reached out for him. His now-empty hands closed on her slender arm, yet failed to even slow down its approach, as her fingers closed about his throat. Even as he tried to loosen her grip, he felt his feet leaving the ground.

Marjorie was glad that she didn't have to deal with the bodies. Even after two years on the force, she still didn't like the sight of blood. Not human blood. On her second sweep of the periphery, she saw the glint of metal in the bushes. Thinking that it was a part of the destroyed car, she reached in for it. Pulling it out, she could barely recognize the object as a camcorder, it was so mangled. There were deep imprints of what appeared to be fingers in the mangled metal casing.

"Detective Thompson," she called out to the officer in charge, "I think you better look at this."

Thompson looked up from his conversation with an uniformed policeman. "What've you got, Marge?"

She held out the camcorder as she walked to him. "I think this is what the second victim had." Several witnesses had reported that the man had been filming with a camcorder when he had been killed. "The tape is still inside."

He took the camcorder from her and tried to open it up to remove the Super-8 cassette. The mangled case wouldn't allow the door to open far enough. "I'll take this back and see if the lab boys can find anything on the tape. Good job, Marge."

For a moment, she thought that he was going to pat her on the head. Or on the back. Or somewhere else. It was bad enough that Thompson always called her by her first name, when he always called the men by their last names. But then, he always used first names with all of the women, not just her.

Sirren knew that she had to get away from here as quickly as possible, too many people had seen her. She also knew that she needed to get some clothes, a naked Warrior Prime could not blend very well into a crowd of Terrans.

Spotting a well-dressed woman about her height and build among the crowd running away from her, Sirren took off in pursuit. She caught up to her before the other woman had gone more than thirty feet. Without breaking her stride, Sirren scooped the other woman up in her arms and continued running. Several blocks away, she turned and darted into an empty alley, setting the woman down in a darkened corner.

"I want your clothes, take them off now," Sirren's command was simple and direct. She just managed to remember to tack on a word that the Terrans seemed to place great stock in. "Please!"

Even with that final word, Sirren was far too direct for the woman who had just arrived from Kansas City. Her eyes looked back at Sirren like they were going to bug out of her head, the woman suddenly astounded to see an almost completely nude woman standing in front of her, a woman who had just whisked her here in her arms as if she had weighed but a few pounds. Struggling to control her breathing, it was several seconds before she finally recovered her power of speech. "I will most certainly NOT give you my clothes. What kind of stickup is this, anyway? Stealing my clothes? If it's money you want, here, take my purse." Sirren caught it as the woman tossed it to her, throwing it over her shoulder to land in a trash dumpster across the alley.

Sirren was suddenly impatient. "Woman, either give me those clothes the easy way or I'll take them from your crushed and lifeless body. I won't like the blood on them, but you won't be in a position to care about that by then. Your choice."

The woman stared in astonishment as she sized up the woman who stood before her. She was not armed and she didn't look particularly strong. Just very slim and very fit, like a model perhaps. But she had been training at her Karate dojo for the past five years just for the day that someone assaulted her, although she had always expected that the mugger would be a man, not a young and nearly naked woman. And she had expected it to happen in a place like New York City, not here in a small quiet Southern city, where she had come to visit her sister and her new baby.

Without giving the matter any further thought, she swung her body around, her leg flashing toward the woman's face.

Sirren's hand flashed up to catch the woman's ankle in mid-kick, her hand twisting hard enough to throw the woman off balance, hard enough for something to tear audibly in her knee. Throwing the woman backwards against a wall, she saw that she was now favoring her right leg, a painful look on her face. A quick glance inside her knee showed that she had torn a number of ligaments loose.

The woman was still grimacing with pain as she launched herself forward again. This time her fist connected with Sirren's palm. The Arion woman simply squeezed her hand about the woman's until she heard something crack. The woman collapsed onto the pavement in tears. Her knee torn apart, her wrist and several fingers shattered.

Sirren spoke softly but harshly. "Bother me with your foolish antics one more time, woman, and your life will be forfeit. Now give me your clothes while you yet live."

They weren't a perfect fit, but they fit adequately well, enough to not draw undue attention to herself. Stepping out of the alley, she saw that a crowd was again beginning to gather, where the car had crashed into her. Trying to avoid drawing attention to herself, she joined the crowd as it surged onward.

The wreckage of the car was still on the grass. The police had already gathered, and were questioning the witnesses. Looking around, Sirren could see the Terran news media, with larger and fancier recording devices than the one she had taken from the man earlier.

Carefully, Sirren edged her way around the crowd. Reaching the other side, she continued on her way. She wanted to run, as fast as she could, but forced herself to walk at a Terran pace until she reached the outskirts of the city.

Going to a shopping mall, she took refuge in a movie theater. She had absolutely no interest in the story on the primitive two-dimensional screen, apparently something based on the remote history of the planet. People were riding on four-legged animals and doing incomprehensible things, occasionally shooting at each other. Gratefully settling down in her chair in the dark and tuning out the too-loud sound, she slept for a couple of hours.

It was already evening when she left the theater, considerably refreshed. She resumed walking, intending to leave the city before starting to run. She had gone about two blocks when she heard a loud engine behind her. Looking behind her, she saw a man on one of the motorized two-wheeled vehicles that Carlos had called a motorcycle.

As she watched it come up to her and stopped. Putting a foot down to prop himself up, he reached up and removed his helmet. "Need a lift somewhere?" he asked, smiling at her.

She was about to refuse when she got a wild idea. Perhaps, she could use the lift to save herself the effort of running. She smiled back at him and accepted.

Reaching behind him, he unhooked another helmet and held it out towards her. She looked down at it, knowing that if they were to fall, her head could take far more punishment than the helmet could. However, she remembered that she was trying to act like a Terran would. She smiled again and took the helmet and put it on her head. When she struggled with the unfamiliar fittings, he reached over and fastened them for her.

"Get on," he motioned her up behind him. "Hold on." Looking around, she wasn't quite sure what to hold on to. Tentatively, she put her arms around him. "That's it. Now hold on tight." She tightened her embrace a little, feeling her soft feminine breasts flatten slightly against his hard masculine back.

He did something with his feet and hands, and the vehicle shot forward. Caught unawares by the sudden acceleration, she remembered just in time to not hold on too tightly to the fragile Terran male in front of her.

As they rode on, she concentrated on watching his hands and his feet, observing just how he was controlling the vehicle. She was gratified to discover that it wasn't all that different from the vehicles she had ridden as a child, growing up back on Aria.

In a matter of minutes, they were out of the city. After perhaps ten more minutes, he stopped. They were at an isolated building, one she recognized as a bar. There were about a dozen other motorcycles lined up outside.

"This is as far as I'm going," he said, taking off his helmet and turning around. "Why don't you come in with me? I'll be glad to buy you dinner."

She knew that she shouldn't be wasting time. But she also knew that she could use some nourishment; not even an Arion Prime had unlimited energy reserves. Running her hands across her chest as she pretended to smooth her dress, she noticed that her breasts were a little smaller than normal. She removed her helmet and handed it to him. He carried both helmets and led the way as she followed him inside.

He obviously came here often, for the others called out greetings to him, which he returned. She followed him to an empty booth, and let him order for her.

They ate and drank, and watched the entertainment. Several women, wearing costumes not much bigger than Arion uniforms, were gyrating on a raised platform in time to the music.

She could sense that the sight of the scantily clad women was having an effect on the men, including her companion. And it was beginning to have an effect on her, as well. She remembered the feel of the throbbing vehicle engine, and how his back had felt as her breasts pressed against it. She soon forgot all about her need to keep moving, away from those Stars-damned Velorian bitches.

There was no need for words. When he put his hand on hers and stood up, she stood up with him. He led her further into the building, along a narrow hallway. Stopping at a plain wooden door, he opened it and motioned her in.

It was a small room, not much bigger than the bed it contained. It wasn't long before they were in each other's arms on the bed, their lips meeting the other's, their clothes in a careless heap on the floor.

She remembered to be very gentle with the fragile Terran male in her arms, as she guided his face down to her breasts. As he suckled at her left breast, his hands began caressing and fondling both breasts.

Lightly grasping his left wrist, she moved his hand to her left breast. She then began lightly caressing her right breast with the fingertips of her right hand, applying no more than a hundred times the force that he was applying to her left breast with both hands.

His caresses were so maddeningly light, after the Betas to whom she had gotten accustomed. "Harder," she encouraged him, laying her left arm lightly across his body to hold him to her.

One of his hands left her breast, lightly stroking up and down her stomach, reaching lower with every stroke until it was tangling in her bush. His fingers circled her mound, before separating her nether lips, as she relaxed her inner muscles.

She spread her legs when she felt the light pressure against the inside of her right thigh. She relaxed her one-armed embrace and released her breast as he positioned himself between her legs and thrust himself into her.

Like all Terrans, just like the one last night, he just wasn't strong enough to give her much pleasure. Grasping his hips, she lent him some of her own strength, thrusting him deeper and harder into her, using his entire body as a huge dildo. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as she stroked herself harder and faster than he could have done on his own.

After all of the recent events, it was too much to expect her to remain gentle enough for the fragile Terran male in her arms. As she climbed towards her peak, she continued to stroke herself with him, encreasing both the pace and force of her strokes. She was so lost in her sensual pleasures that she didn't hear his screams of pain. She didn't realize that his light caresses on her chest and face were actually blows, his fists striking her body with all of the puny strength in his body.

As she reached her peak, she thrust him into her again. With too much force, crushing his hips against her hard pubic bone. Coming down from her peak, she wrapped her arms around him,holding him tighter against her body. crushing His hard masculine ribcage against her soft feminine breasts.

"Thank you, that was great," she whispered tenderly, when she had recovered her breath. When there was no response, she opened her eyes to look at him. Seeing his bloody and ruined body on top of hers, she immediately opened her eyes and got up off of the bed. She didn't have to look again to know that he was dead, his fragile Terran body having been unable to match the passions of her Arion one.

After cleaning herself up as best she could, she retrieved her clothes and began dressing. As she picked up his jeans to get to her shoes underneath, a chain with several small pieces of metal fell out onto the floor. She immediately knew that one of them was the key needed to operate his vehicle. She bent down and retrieved the keychain.

Ignoring the two helmets on the floor, she opened the door and stepped through. Ignoring the other people, she walked through the bar and back outside. She quickly found the vehicle on which they had ridden here.

Straddling the black and white motorcycle, she quickly examined the controls. It was but a moment's work to discover how to start the engine. It really wasn't that different from the vehicles of her childhood, other than the fact that it was bigger, mostly to accomodate the inefficient internal combustion engine. And that engine, though so much bigger and so much noisier, was underpowered. Woefully underpowered, just like everything else on this miserable little planet.

But underpowered or not, it was still easier than running, if not quite as fast. She rode off, weaving a little until she could get herself accustomed to its handling. She didn't stop at the first red light, instead shooting between two cars. Nor did she stop at the second red light, though this time, there was no other traffic.

She rode on through most of the night, enjoying the throbbing feel of the engine between her legs and the breeze playing against her skin, making her long black hair fly back. She stopped once to open up the front of her dress, in order to allow the breeze better access to her body. She paid no regard to the rules of the road, other than to stay on her side of the road. Just before dawn, as she was topping a small rise on the deserted road, the engine began sputtering. Coasting down the other side, she managed to pull off onto the shoulder before the engine died completely.

She realized that it needed more fuel. She had seen the locations where the fuel, gasoline, she recalled the name, was sold. She couldn't remember having seen one recently, however, and she wasn't sure where to put it in. Reluctantly, she concluded that she was going to have to resume her journey under her own power.

Getting up off of the vehicle, she briefly wondered what she should do with it. She knew that it probably wouldn't do to just leave it here. Reaching a decision, she reached down with her right hand and grasped the vehicle's frame. hoisting it up to shoulder height, and hefted it a couple of times as she turned around. Throwing it over the nearest line of trees, she turned on her heels and began jogging up the road along the shoulder.

She didn't see the motorcycle come down less than thirty feet from a farmhouse, more than a quarter of a mile from where she had thrown it. She was already over the next rise when the gas in the reserve tank ignited and exploded, awakening everyone in the farmhouse.

Karen and I got drafted into escorting our four prisoners back to our holding facility near Colorado Springs. Doctors had already tended to the two wounded men, pronouncing them fit to travel. Unlike the trip from New York, however, this one went much quicker, in an Army transport plane. It was probably overkill, having a Velorian and a half-Prime riding shotgun on four handcuffed Betas, two of them injured. As soon as we were back home, Linda insisted on giving everybody a complete physical. Not just our new prisoners, but us as well, especially Karen. She didn't forgive us for not having brought Kathy and Randall home with us, so that she could study two more enhancees.

Mother's enhancement had done wonders for Karen. According to Mom, she was already pretty spectacular for a half Prime. But now, she was more Prime than Beta. In fact, she was at least as strong as a typical Arion Prime was, if not more, though still not as strong as yours truly. And she was just as tough as a Prime, completely bulletproof. Her hearing and vision were almost as good as mine were, though apparently she hadn't gotten the heat vision part of it.

Early one morning, Karen and I were in the gym, working out, preparatory to Linda giving Karen another physical. We were working out with the special heavy weights. The weights that only I could do anything with. Until now.

Hearing the door open, I put down my weight and turned around, to see Mom and Linda walking in. "So, how's our newest enhancee do..." Linda broke off in mid-word, as her jaw dropped. Mom's jaw also dropped, both their eyes opening wide as they stared at something over my shoulder. At the same time, there was a frightened squawk from behind me. I immediately turned around again to see what was going on back there.

The sight floored me. But Karen most definitely was not floored. She wasn't on the floor at all. Instead, she was already nearly half the way to the high ceiling, rising slowly but steadily, her legs and her arms waving about wildly. Each time she moved an arm or a leg, her body would move to one side or the other, almost as if she was swimming, but she kept on rising towards the ceiling, as if she was a helium balloon.

"Aunt Joan! Julie! Help me! Get me down from here!" She reached her arms towards me. That caused her body to do an ungainly forward somersault in mid-air, but did nothing to stop her rise towards the ceiling. "Julie! Help!" she squawked again, reaching down towards me again. She started another forward somersault, which was interrupted as her ass hit the ceiling. Fortunately, not too hard. One of the ceiling tiles split in half, one half dropping to the floor at my feet, but at least she didn't go completely through the ceiling.

"Julie, you wanna get her down?" The calm voice came from behind my left shoulder.

"Uh, yeah. Sure thing, Mom." I leaped up into the air, flying up to where Karen was hanging between two light fixtures. Her face was pale. Not from airsickness, I was sure, but from plain astonishment. Maybe even fear. And I couldn't blame her. I'd probably be scared, too, if I hadn't expected to be flying, and I suddenly found myself hanging from the ceiling with no visible means of support.

She reached out for me again, which caused her to slide sideways, destroying another ceiling tile with her nearly invulnerable ass. At the same time, one foot hit a light fixture, shattering a couple of fluorescent tubes, forcing Mom and Linda to jump back in order to avoid a shower of broken glass raining down upon the floor.

I maneuvered myself in front of Karen, putting my arms around her and giving her a small tug. She stayed put, as if she was glued to the ceiling. I tugged a little harder. She slid sideways along the ceiling, her foot catching another light fixture and destroying it.

I thought about using more force to pull her down to the floor, but thought the better of it, we didn't need the whole gym trashed. "Just relax," I told her again. "Quit moving around." It took her a couple of seconds, but she quit moving around, and she started to fall. I held on to her and flew back down to the floor, landing in front of Mom and Linda. I carefully set her down on her feet, prepared to grab her again if she started rising again. Fortunately, she stayed put this time.

"What happened?" Leave it to the blonde to ask the obvious.

"I, I don't know. I just put the weight down, and I started rising," Karen said.

"So you got flight powers from Mother?" I stayed with the obvious line of questioning.

"It's not unheard of for a Prime to have flight powers," Mom said. "I've never heard of a half Prime having it, but then, there aren't that many of them around. And I've certainly never heard of a half Prime being enhanced by a Velorian, either." She smiled and winked at me. "And I happen to know that particular Velorian has some pretty good genes, making her a pretty good enhancer."

I remembered back to something that Kathy and Randall had mentioned. "Kathy's stay-put powers. That's got to be related to flight powers, right?"

"I'm sure it is. A flying non-Supremis is even rarer than a flying Prime."

"I hate to break up this discussion, but can we get her to my lab?" Linda asked, her eyes lighting up with obvious delight at the opportunity to investigate yet another facet of Supremis powers. Since she still hadn't fully forgiven us for not bringing Kathy and Randall home so that she could study their enhancements, she wasn't about to let this prime opportunity, so to speak, go to waste.

"Do you think you can walk? Or should we have Julie carry you?" Mom asked Karen. When Karen nodded her head, without leaving the floor, she turned to me. "Julie, catch her if she starts flying again."

As Linda led the way to her lab, talking with Mom, Karen followed them, walking very gingerly. I followed behind Karen, prepared to catch her if she didn't stay on the floor. Karen did manage to make it all the way there under her own power, though there was more bounce in her step than usual. Quite a bit more.

Since she couldn't get a blood sample out of her anymore, even with her best laser scalpel, Linda satisfied herself with Karen's urine and hair samples, just as she had done almost the moment we had returned from Florida. "I don't know if this will show anything different," she said, putting a strand of hair into one of her analyzers. Soon, she was totally immersed in her work, leaving the three of us just standing around. Mom walked over to look over Linda's shoulder, while Karen and I just continued to stand around, without a clue as to just exactly what Linda was doing.

Karen slowly turned her head to face me. "Julie, what do I do? I'm afraid to even move," Karen whispered to me.

Even though Linda was completely absorbed in what she was doing, Mom wasn't. She heard Karen and walked back to us. "I think there's only one person in this room that can teach her how to control her flight powers, isn't there, my little one?" She smiled and winked at me.

"Hey, I had to learn on my own. Why should she have it any easier?"

"Now, Julie." Mom got that stern look in her eyes as she glared at me. Karen stuck her tongue out at me. Mom saw it and gave Karen the same look, until the tongue retreated back into the mouth. "And you, Karen. Would you ask Julie to teach you?"

"Julie, would you teach me to fly?" Karen asked me, turning her head ever so carefully towards me. When Mom continued to glare at her, Karen added, "Please?" She spread her arms slightly, which caused her to rise about two inches above the floor. With a squawk, she dropped her arms, and dropped back down to the floor.

"Why don't the two of you go outside, where you've got room?" Mom suggested. "I'm sure Linda would appreciate it if you didn't break any of her equipment. I'll get somebody to clean up the mess in the gym."

Fortunately, it was still snowing lightly outside. Taking Karen into my arms, I picked her up and flew up into the mountains. I flew on until I reached the boulder-strewn clearing where Mom and I had worked out, when I first started to manifest my Velorian strength.

Remembering my own bumbling, and humbling, experiences at learning how to control my flight powers, I had her start out nice and easy. Before I let her even try to fly, I had her learn to walk all over again, without floating off into the sky with every step. One thing that helped was that Karen had known from the very beginning that she was a Supremis. And half Prime at that, even if her Prime abilities hadn't manifested themselves for a few years.

But then, she had never expected to be able to fly. I had known from the first night that Mom had told me all about myself, including the shocking fact that she really wasn't my mother, that I would one day be able to fly. Of course, knowing that I could fly and knowing how to fly were two different things entirely. A well I knew from personal experience.

Anyway, once I was sure that she could walk without going into orbit, I then had her work on flight, using one muscle group at a time, so that she could get a feel for which muscles made her go in which direction.

When I had her flex her calves, she shot off backwards, as if she had been shot out of a cannon. Her back hit a tall ponderosa pine tree at the edge of the clearing. The thick trunk, over a foot in diameter, snapped like a toothpick, as she fell on her cute ass. Then, all of the snow that had been on the tree fell on her, as the top half of the tree landed next to her.

I couldn't help myself, I broke up laughing. She just looked so funny, sitting there on her ass, with all that snow piled up on her. She stood up, brushing off the snow and tossing the tree trunk about twenty feet away. That caused her to fly backwards another five feet, making me laugh even harder. Seeing me laughing at her, she leaped at me.

Or rather, she tried to leap at me. She ended up by leaping over me. She went at least ten feet over my head, sailing off across the clearing. As I turned my head to follow her, she sailed over the trees on the other side, still gaining altitude.

Remembering that I was supposed to be teaching and coaching her in the proper use of her flight powers, not having fun at watching her attempts, I quickly leaped up after her. Her body was jerking around from side to side as she flailed with her arms and her legs. Coming up behind her, I managed to catch her ankles without getting kicked in the head. But even with her legs not moving any more, she was still jerking around. "Relax," I told her.

She went limp, shutting off her flight powers completely. I turned around and headed back for the clearing. But I couldn't resist having some fun at her expense; coming in lower, I dropped her into a convenient snow bank from about ten feet up. As I landed and walked towards her, she came sputtering up out of the snow.

I didn't even see the snowball that she threw at me. Not until it hit me in the face.

I got the snow out of my eyes just in time to see another snowball coming at me. I barely managed to get out of the way, flying up into the air. "Okay, Karen, you got me." I floated ten feet above her and held my hands out to my sides. "Truce?"

She looked up at me. "Okay, Julie, truce." Then, she grinned at me. "But only until you teach me enough so I can go up there after you."

I grinned back at her. "You're on!" I landed, and started teaching her in earnest, drawing on all of my personal experiences in learning how to control my own flight powers. Though given how much her Arion muscles expand when she flexes, so much more than my Velorian ones do, I had to work hard to concentrate on what we were doing.

Not too surprisingly, Karen turned out to be a natural, once she figured out how to control the direction of her flight. Of course, I was always prepared to catch her if she lost control. Though she still smashed some boulders and knocked down some more trees, often dumping all that snow on top of her, before she learned full control.

Like me, or perhaps because of me, her biggest problem area was the landing. At first, she'd come down on her stomach, or on her face. When she finally got down on her feet, she'd sink her legs up to her knees in the hard frozen ground. But with my coaching, she quickly got to the point where she could land on top of the soft snow without even leaving footprints. Or 'land' on the surface of the lake and 'walk' on water.

We spent a part of every day up in the mountains, far from prying eyes. But apparently not enough time, Mom somehow managed to find the time to dig out the old home movies that Steve had shot of me learning to fly. Both Karen and Linda had a lot of fun watching them, at my expense. So did Mom and Steve. I had to admit, Karen picked it up a lot quicker than I had. Though of course, I hoped that it reflected favorably upon her teacher. Not that Mom hadn't tried her best with me, but she just didn't have the personal experience to draw upon that I did.

By the end of the week, Karen and I were playing sky tag and racing each other. She couldn't fly nearly as fast as I could, I estimated her top speed at Mach four, still much faster than the fastest Air Force fighter was, but she was just as nimble and maneuverable as I was at low speed. I had to restrain her a couple of times when she started chasing the jet airliners flying overhead, even at her speed it only took her a few seconds to get up to that altitude. Not as quickly as I could, but still a lot faster than the big powerful jets themselves could do.

Though we did go up one night. We were careful not to get too close, in order to avoid disturbing them with our slipstreams. Still, we had fun flying circles around one as we flew with it half way across Utah. We then picked up an eastbound flight and frolicked with that one until we got home.

Of course, not all of the training was concerned with flying. I taught her how to use her flight powers to balance herself as she held heavy boulders in one hand with her arm outstretched. I had her stand still while I threw twenty-ton boulders at her, having her catch them without moving her feet. I worked her up, until we were playing catch with house-sized boulders, tossing them back and forth as if they were mere Frisbees.

We also practiced the Velorian martial arts, at least, the little that I had learned from Mother. It really was different, fighting against somebody else who could fly. We also took turns staying on the ground, pretending to be a non-flying Arion Warrior Prime, since we didn't expect to be fighting against flyers in earnest. Karen was not aware of any flyers in the invasion force, not that she would have been privy to such things.

And there were other things to teach her, as well. I introduced her to the joy of flying sex, when both partners could fly. I hoped that I was as good a teacher for her as Sharon had been for me. From Karen's reactions, I don't think that she had any complaints.

After a particularly enjoyable session, we were floating about a hundred feet above the clearing, lying in each other's arms in the lightly falling snow, our clothes in tatters somewhere on the ground down below, when I felt her stirring. Opening one eye, I saw that she had lifted her head from my shoulder to look at me, grinning from ear to ear. "You know, Julie, there's still one more thing we need to do."

I opened my other eye. "Mmm, and what's that?" One of her hands closed about my left breast, the other hand touching my left knee before stroking along the inside of my thigh, heading higher. "Mmm, that's nice, but we already did that."

Her grin broadened. "But we haven't done this!"

Suddenly, I found myself spinning head over heels through the air. I stopped my spinning just in time to plow headfirst into a snow bank. I dug myself out only to see her floating over me, upending a tree and dumping its load of snow onto my head.

That did it. All of my previous warm feelings were gone. And not just because I was covered in snow. After all, the cold doesn't bother me much. Nor does it bother Karen much after her enhancement, unlike the misery that she had felt in the snow up in Alaska when I had first met her.

"Why, you, you... You Arion!" In the heat of the moment, I couldn't think of anything worse to call her. But I didn't have to think about my actions. I immediately leaped up after her. She threw the tree at me and turned to fly away. Brushing the thirty-foot tree aside with one arm, I kept going at her. With my superior speed, I quickly caught up to her. She dodged, flying to one side. Anticipating just such a move, I stopped and spun around, reaching out and grabbing an ankle. Before she could bend over and grab my legs, I flexed my legs and poured on the speed. In moments, we were over an ice-covered lake. I dived down, pouring on more speed and breaking the sound barrier. Just before I hit the ice, I let her go and pulled out of my dive. "Take that, you Arion!"

She continued moving downwards, having too much momentum to stop, even with her new flight powers. The ice didn't stop her momentum either, as she went right through it and into the frigid water. I followed her with my tachyon vision, as she finally stopped moving and turned around. She then climbed vertically, 'flying' through the water.

There was an explosion of ice and water as she came out. But I was ready for her, having climbed higher in preparation. I was already diving down before her feet left the water. Catching her around her waist, I drove us back down through the hole that she had just made.

Even as she instinctively wrapped her arms around my body, I pressed forth my attack. My tongue darted out and slipped between her lower lips, just as I stopped our descent just above the lake bottom.

It wasn't long before she counterattacked with her tongue, as we resumed in the frigid water what we had been doing in the cold air above.

I discovered that she could hold her breath just as well as I could.

It took a while to put the pieces together, even after we'd gotten them. To the uninformed, they would just be isolated events, completely unrelated. To us, however, the picture was clear.

Several ATMs had been ripped out, just as in Texas, the trail leading north from the southern tip of Florida.

A car had struck a pedestrian. The black-haired woman had walked away from the accident. Not the driver, the pedestrian. The car had been totaled. The driver had died in the ambulance, en route to the hospital. One of the local television stations even had amateur video footage of the pedestrian, her clothes torn off, walking away from the wreck, making an obscene gesture at the cameraman, before she apparently took the camera away from him. The photographer was dead, witnesses reported that the pedestrian, after taking the camera away from him, had tossed him over her shoulder.

Even the motorcycle which had appeared out of nowhere to explode, practically on the doorstep of a farmhouse. Its owner had been found in a cathouse a couple of hundred miles to the south, his body nothing but a bloody bag of broken bones.

Not to mention two other men, who had both been found in alleys, their bodies stripped and crushed. They were two hundred miles apart, and had been found a day apart, but it was obvious that the same thing had happened to both of them.

It was clear that the 'Dark Supergirl' had been travelling north after our brief encounter in Florida, having herself a little fun along the way. The trail faded out near Savannah, Georgia. It was fortunate for the residents, in that the trail of destruction and death had ended there. But it was unfortunate for us, in that we were no closer to finding the Warrior Prime.

While Mom and others searched through police and media records for any additional clues, I quickly flew out to Georgia. Well, not too quickly. I had to keep my speed down enough to allow Karen to keep up with me; this was her first opportunity to fly into action, and she would not be denied. Still, at Mach four, it was a pretty quick trip. Much quicker than our trip on the lumbering Army transport plane the previous week had been.

We spent a couple of days searching the area with our new Arion communicators set to receive, but we could detect no more traces of the 'Dark Supergirl'. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air. She could have continued north to the Carolinas, or west into Mississippi. If she had taken commercial transportation, she could be anywhere in the country, or even in the world. And if she wasn't using her communicator, assuming that she even had one, there was no way that we could track her down.

Not unless she did something else. Hopefully, she wouldn't do anything more than rip off another ATM or three. But knowing her, she would probably rape another man, and the first we would know about it would be when somebody found his crushed and mangled body.

Joan stood and stared into the Colorado sky, long after the two younger Supremis women had dissapeared from her sight. It looked so effortless, the way they did it, as if they had been born to do so. Which one of them had been, after all.

Ever since she had first met Julira, she had envied the easy way in which she had flown. She envied the easy way in which her Velorian 'daughter', Julira's daughter, flew. And now, after being enhanced by Julira, her young Arion 'niece' also flew.

With a sigh, she turned and went back inside, absentmindedly brushing off the snow.

As she returned to her office, she tried to tell herself that she wasn't jealous, that she wasn't disappointed that she couldn't fly. As a Beta, she had never expected to be able to fly.

Still, she remembered her own enhancement by Julira. Deep down, she had hoped to be one of the rare enhancees who acquired the power of flight. She had told herself then that she wasn't disappointed.

"Well," she told herself, "I shouldn't be jealous. Karen's father was a Prime, after all. Julira had more to work with."

The day after Karen and I returned, we went down to Colorado Springs to question our latest prisoners. Mom had questioned them before, and she told us that at least one of them might be convinced to defect to our side.

I wasn't too surprised to learn that the one in question was Bilvek, the Beta who had been Karen's supervisor. He still had a big plaster cast on his leg, but taking a peek with my tachyon vision, I saw that his thigh was knitting quite nicely.

He and Karen immediately started talking in Arion. When I cleared my throat, Karen looked at me, smiled apologetically, and switched to English, forcing him to do the same. As a communications tech, he had learned English in order to be able to monitor our broadcasts, though he spoke it a little hesitantly, and with a decided accent.

Much of the conversation was inconsequential. It had been a while since they had worked together. Karen had spent a year in LA, working with a group of other Beta women as a hooker. She had been back to the ship briefly, before being assigned to Alaska, where I had met her.

She told him about some of her experiences in LA, and some about Alaska. Either he was a great actor, or else he truly did share her sorrow over the death of her twin brother.

She was careful not to reveal too much about our operations, since we still didn't trust him completely. Though I'm sure that the presence of a Velorian made it clear to him just which side she was on now.

Mom hinted that his expertise would be welcome in our cause, without quite coming right out and inviting him to join us. She certainly implied that it would be better than being cooped up in his cell. Karen's expression implied that there might be other fringe benefits, as well.

We also talked with the other prisoners, but none of them volunteered anything more than the Arion equivalent of name, rank, and serial number. Not even our older prisoners, apparently, solitary confinement agreed with them.

One of the women whom we had captured in New York, the one who had been shot in the leg while trying to escape, was the most belligerent. She actually attacked the guard who opened her cell door to let us in, before Mom and Karen subdued her. Even with a Prime and an enhanced Beta pinning her to the floor, she continued to struggle. She even managed to shoot me a look of unbridled hate when I walked into the cell.

We didn't even talk to her about joining us. After making sure that the guard was unhurt, we locked her back up in her cell.

"So, what do you think of him?" Mom asked, after we had flown home, Karen carrying her for the return jpurney. She didn't have to say whom she was referring to, Bilvek had been the only one who had shown even a remote interest in defecting. "Do you think we can trust him?"

Bilvek's expertise, or Bill's, as we now called him, quickly made itself felt. Not only was he able to cobble up a system to charge the fuel cells for the Arion communicators, but he was also able to charge up the cells for the Arion laser rifles.

He also knew more about the current Arion communications with their forces on the ground. Unfortunately, that didn't help us all that much, since we had broken up the operation in Florida, there didn't seem to be any more Arions on Earth. With the possible exception of the 'Dark Supergirl', who had gone to ground somewhere near Savannah.

Bill also told us about the 'Dark Supergirl'. Her name was Sirren, a senior lieutenant, though she had been a brevet captain in Florida. She had been quite a heroine when it was believed that she had killed the Protector, for that was what they believed me to be. She was a young Prime; this was her first expedition.

That was really great for my ego. The girl who had whupped my ass twice and nearly killed me was an unseasoned rookie.

Karen was turning over more and more of the day-to-day running of her department to him, deferring to his greater expertise and experience. It made sense, since he had been her supervisor. And he was a superb administrator. Soon, he was running the department, in all but name. Karen seemed to have no qualms about following his suggestions.

That actually suited our plans just fine. Now that she had the strength of a Prime, if not more, not to mention her flight ability, Karen would be much more valuable in a fight. I no longer had to be the only one to be going up against any Warrior Primes that we might encounter. Not that either of us really wanted to face Sirren, the 'Dark Supergirl', nor any of her colleagues, but with the two of us, we could be a little more confident.

Perhaps just as importantly, we had let the word spread among the other prisoners of Bilvek's defection, along with hints of the life that he was now leading. We hoped that this might convince the others that we meant our offer to let them out of captivity if they chose to join us against their former masters.

Of course, we still had to guard against treachery, we didn't want one of them double-crossing us. We had throughly vetted Bill, and we were convinced that he was sincere. Still, we made sure that be was still supervised closely whenever he was away from the lab. Either armed guards, or one of us Supremis women. Fortunately, Karen didn't seem to mind keeping an eye on him. In fact, she seemed to be spending an awful lot of her free time with him.

This was too beautiful a world to destroy. There was no doubt about that.

He had started thinking so when he had first seen the pictures. The brief assignment in the place called Florida hand't changed his opinion at all. But this place! It truly was beautiful.

Leaning on his cane on the shore of a small lake, he looked out again at the vista before him. It was completely unlike anything he had ever seen on his homeworld. The green of the trees, the darker green of those which had kept their leaves through the winter, and the lighter green of those just putting out this year's leaves. The rugged mountains, one of them was still snow-capped, and would be until much later in the spring. Off in the distance beyond them, he could see the mountains that he had been told would remain snow-capped even through the summer, until next winter's snows fell. The clear blue sky, with its invigorating yellow sun, was above it all, with hardly a single cloud, while the clear water of the lake reflected everything.

It was also quite different from being cooped up in the lab, no matter how much he enjoyed working with the electronic equipment. His leg was healing quite nicely, and he enjoyed these outings. He hardly needed the cane any more, but he had gotten accustomed to having it with him.

Bilvek was more than convinced that he had done the right thing, in defecting from the Arion invasion force in order to join forces with the Velorian Planetary Protector and the people working with her to defend this world from the Arion invasion.

Hearing a high-pitched whistling sound overhead, he looked up. The sight took his breath away. Like all Arions, he knew that a small percentage of Primes could actually fly, just like the Velorians. But he had never actually seen one doing it, let alone met one who could.

Koren was the first. No, that wasn't right. He forced himself to think of her by her Terran name. Just as he was now Bill, Koren was Karen. And Karen was the first flying Prime whom he had ever met.

And she wasn't even a full Prime. Her mother was a Beta, just like his own parents were. But now, she was more than a half-blood. Much more. Since her enhancement by a Velorian, she was actually stronger than a full Prime was.

Even as he continued to watch, she pulled out of her dive, headed out over the lake, her arms stretched out to her sides. She then banked into a sweeping turn back towards him. He could tell that she wasn't going very fast, judging from the way her hair fell around her shoulders. Her black shirt had ridden up a little, exposing her midriff. Her denim cut-offs exposed her shapely legs, legs that he knew she was flexing in order to generate her flight powers. Coming closer, she waved. He waved back.

He realized that she was coming right at him. He thought about trying to dodge her, but immediately abandoned that line of thought as being futile. There was no way that he could run any faster than she could fly, even if not for his stiff leg. He forced himself to stand still, as she continued to fly right at him.

At the last moment, she swerved aside. But not very far, as her right arm went about his waist. He was lifted off of the ground, her left arm going behind his legs as she cradled him against her body. She flew across the lake, low enough that he felt as if he could reach down and touch the water. She then climbed higher, almost to the level of the mountain peaks surrounding the lake.

Smiling at him, she did a slow roll. Instinctively, his arms went around her neck, still holding his cane in one hand. Knowing that he couldn't hurt her, even if he tried, he held on as tightly as he could.

She came out of the roll, still smiling at him. Moments later, she was setting him smoothly back down on his feet on the lakeshore. But she didn't let go of him, keeping one arm around his waist, as she tilted her face back. She was one of the shortest Betas whom he had ever known; he had to lean forward to meet her lips with his.

"You really enjoy flying, don't you?" he asked, when she let him up for air. He was getting more and more comfortable with the native language; Joan and Karen insisted that he use it as much as possible.

"Stars, yes! It feels so good!" She grinned at him. "Almost as good as something else."

"As good as what?" he asked, though he was certain that he knew the answer. Sure enough, he felt himself being lifted off of his feet again, as she leaped back up into the sky. But this time, it was a short flight, as she landed in a grassy meadow, again without the slightest jar. But this time, she didn't set him back down on his feet. Instead, she laid him down on the grass, on his back.

She was on top of him immediately, her lips seeking out his. He threw his arms around her, holding her as tight as he could, his lips meeting hers. His nostrils filled with her scent of honey and wildflowers.

It had been a while, a long while, since Karen had felt a man holding her this tight. The last time that she had been in the arms of an Arion male, other than very briefly with Kathy's husband was.... No! She quickly forced that thought out of her mind.

Still, she kept in mind that while he was far stronger than any man she'd been with in a long time, his body was very fragile compared to hers. Especially now, after her enhancement. In fact, she had to treat him as she had treated ordinary Terrans before her enhancement.

Using her new flight powers, she raised herself up off of him a bit, easing the pressure of her breasts against his chest, without breaking off the kiss. His hands slipped between their bodies, pushing up her tee shirt, caressing and fondling her breasts.

She raised up a little more, sliding an arm under his back. With her other hand, she began pulling his shirt up. She had to break off the kiss in order to pull it up over his head. She then held her arms over her head while he pulled off her shirt. She then lowered herself back down on him, resuming the kiss, pressing her breasts lightly against his broad muscular chest. At the same time, she began working on undoing his jeans. A couple of seconds later, she felt his hands returning the favor, undoing her cut-offs. Continuing to use her flight powers, she pulled his jeans down his legs, removing his shoes and socks in the process, then moved up to allow him to pull off her cut-offs.

She brushed her breasts across his face, before letting him take a nipple between his teeth. Instead of lowering herself on top of him, she slid an arm under his body and another under his head, rolling them over to put him on top.

She felt him putting his hands around her breast and squeezing as hard as he could. Not nearly as hard as Julie could, but still so much harder than any man had done in a long time. She moaned softly when he bit down on her nipple as hard as he could. Keeping one arm lightly around his broad back, she began lightly caressing her other breast, applying no more than about twenty or thirty times the pressure he was applying. She gradually increased the pressure, until she was applying at least a hundred times his pressure. She was careful not to increase the pressure of her other arm, not wanting to harm his fragile male body.

She felt one of his hands leave her breast to begin stroking her stomach. Each stroke reached further below than the one before did, until his fingers were brushing against her bush.

His tantalizing caresses were too much for her. She quickly rolled him off of her, laying him down on his back. Flexing her calves, she rose lightly up into the air. Rolling over, she lowered herself, his hands on her hips guiding her down onto his throbbing cock. As soon as her knees touched the ground on either side of him, her powerful legs began their rhythmic pumping. His hands came up to cup her breasts, again squeezing them with all of his Beta strength. Lightly placing her hands over his, she pressed them even harder against her large full mounds, though she remembered to be careful not to press them too hard.

Like most male Betas, Bill had often fantasized about being in the arms of a female Prime. Unlike most, he'd had his fantasy fulfilled, during that last assignment in Florida. Even rarer, he'd survived the fulfillment of his fantasy. Being with Captain Sirren had been everything he had dreamed of, and more.

Karen was different, though. Sirren had been interested primarily in her own pleasure. Karen cared at least as much for his pleasure as for her own. And she was quite a bit stronger than Sirren was, though he knew that the difference, to him at least, was academic. Either of the women, despite their deceptively slender appearances, could easily crush his body in her powerful arms with nothing more than just a casual embrace. While on the other hand, he could hold her with all of his strength without causing her the slightest bit of discomfort.

And when she rose up into the air, while holding him in her arms! Stars! This was something that Sirren never could do! It was all he could do to hold on to her breasts, as she used his body to stroke herself.

Karen really seemed to be enjoying her Arion man. I really couldn't blame her; I could still remember how it had felt to have Randall in my arms.

They seemed to have no trouble making the switch, from Bill being her boss to Karen now being his boss. But then, Bill already had some experience working for a Prime female; he had told us about some of his additional off-duty duties while working for the Sirren in Florida.

With Karen spending more and more time with Bill, that meant that Mike and Rob had a little more time for me. And with my darling husband leaving for a business trip almost as soon as we had returned from our Florida vacation, I had a little more time for them.

I went to the electronics labs after work. Only two people were still working; Mike was connecting up some cables behind a rack, while Rob was standing by some equipment. He was pushing against it, but the casters seemed to be stuck. "Hey, Mike," he called out, "Give me a hand with this."

"Here, let me get that for you," I said, walking up to him. Bending down and grabbing the base, I straightened up, holding the rack with one hand, using the other to balance it. "Where do you want it?"

I carried the rack over to where Rob pointed, and set it back down on the floor. The two of them quickly connected it up.

"Thanks, Julie," Rob said. "Bill or Karen usually help out with the heavy stuff, but they're already gone, and we wanted to get this hooked up before we called it a day."

"No sweat, guys," I replied. The literal truth, it takes a lot more than a couple of hundred pounds to make me work up a sweat.

"Thanks, anyway," Mike added.

"Does that thanks extend to dinner?" I asked.

"Sure. I think we can do that. What do you want?"

"Anything you guys wanna do, as long as it's Rob's and not Mike's cooking." I've got nothing against Rob's gourmet cooking. Or his casual cooking, either, for that matter. Mike, on the other hand, could ruin a bowl of cold cereal.

Rob had driven that day. I got into his pickup truck, sandwiched in between the two of them. I rested my hands lightly on the two thighs next to me. I was careful not to do too much with my left hand, not wanting to interfere with Rob's driving. I was under no such constraint with my right hand, lightly stroking Mike's leg with through his pants. He returned the favor, sliding his hand up under my short skirt.

Apparently, my hand was interfering with Rob's driving, after all, for he turned and pulled into a restaurant parking lot. "I'm not gonna be able to cook with you doing that to me, Julie," he explained. "Hope you don't mind."

"Fine with me. It means we don't have to mess with washing dishes afterwards." Heads turned as we walked in, with me in the middle, with a guy on each arm.

We didn't talk much as we ate quickly, wanting to get to the dessert as quickly as possible. A dessert that wasn't on the menu at that restaurant.

After dinner, it was a short drive to their place. Though we all thought that it took too long. As soon as Mike got the door open, I had them in my arms, carrying them through the living room and into the bedroom. Laying them down on the bed, it took me only seconds to get their clothes off of them. It didn't take them that much longer to get my clothes off of me.

Most of them, that is. I had forgotten that I was wearing my Arion uniform underneath my clothes. I'd never worn it for them before, knowing that no Terran could possibly get it off of me. But that didn't stop me from letting them try.

They also knew that they couldn't get it off of me. But to their credit, they didn't let that stop them from trying, either.

I didn't give them any help. I simply stood there, as they tried to slip the straps off of me. They pulled and tugged, even hanging from them, but the straps refused to budge. I started tapping a foot to show them my impatience. "C'mon, guys. Hurry up!"

My impatience quickly got the better of me. As much as I enjoyed teasing them, I wanted to enjoy something else with them even more. Brushing their hands away, I threw the two guys onto the bed. Sliding just my fingers under the straps, I quickly peeled off my uniform, tossing it onto the floor atop my other clothes.

I then floated up off of the floor and lowered myself down on top of them. I kissed both of them, gently rubbing my breasts over their chests, before moving up and offering my breasts to their eager mouths. As they suckled, I got my arms around them and rolled us over, getting them on top of me. We went right into our usual little game, the two of them competing against each other to see which one of them I would take first.

It had been a while since I had two guys working over both breasts at once. Especially these two guys, who knew how to work together as a team. A wave of warmth spread over the front of my body, as they suckled and kneaded my breasts with all of their strength. I put my arms loosely around their bodies, holding them to mine, as I softly whispered encouragement.

It was close, but Rob lost this time. I pushed Mike off of me, rolling him onto his back. Keeping his mouth on my breast, I picked Rob up, holding him in my arms. Using my flight powers, I rose up off of the bed. Putting my legs out in a split, I lowered myself down onto Mike's throbbing shaft. Rob made do with the consolation prize, continuing to suckle my breast, while I rode Mike.

Feeling Mike's climax approaching, I tightened my inner muscles slightly, preventing his release. I picked up the pace a little bit. Rob's body was getting bounced around like a rag doll, even though he had his arms around me and was holding on with all of his strength. I held his mouth to my breast, and he continued suckling.

As my climax approached, I gradually eased up the pressure on Mike's shaft, but without slowing down. I hit my peak just as he shot his load into me.

Before the warm feeling could fade away, I laid Rob down onto the bed beside Mike. Rising up off of Mike, I lowered myself down onto Rob's shaft. Picking up Mike and holding his face to my breast, I began riding Rob.

Having been there once already, it didn't take me long to reach my peak again; I barely had to tighten myself around his shaft. I then laid Mike back down onto the bed and got up off of Rob. While we all got our breaths back, I knelt between the two of them, lightly running my fingers over their chests.

It wasn't long before they were ready for more of me. Of course, I was already ready for more of them. Keeping my fingers on their chests to hold them down to the bed, I quickly ravished their chests, running my tongue lightly over them. I then picked Rob up in my arms, bringing his face to my breasts. Throwing a leg over Mike and straddling him, I lowered myself down on him. After we both reached our peaks, I swapped their positions, riding Rob while Mike suckled at my breasts.

I wanted to keep doing this all night. However, the guys finally begged me to stop and let them get some rest. I finally relented.

Since my darling husband was away, I decided that there was no point in my going home that night. Both of them offered to sleep on the couch and let me have his bed. However, I told them that since they were the ones who needed the rest, I would take the couch. I also told them that I would be giving them a wake up call in the morning.

Of course, that meant that things got a little rushed in the morning. Instead of one of Rob's great breakfasts, we had to settle for Egg McMuffins on the way in to work. However, I made a mental note to share Mother's secret waffle recipe with him.

"Those were great, Rob," I told him, pushing myself away from the table and smiling at the two guys sitting on the other side. Those words were almost the only ones spoken during the meal; we'd all had better things to do with our mouths.

"I couldn't have done it without your recipe, Julie."

"It's not my recipe. It's an old family recipe, I got it from Mother."

"If it's a family recipe, then that makes it yours now."

"The bananas weren't in the recipe. That was a touch of genius." As usual, he had done a little improvising. And, as usual, the results had been terrific.

"Thank you. I used them in pancakes before." He pushed himself away from the table and tried to stand up.

"Don't bother," I told him. "You guys take it easy, and I'll take care of the dishes." I cleared away the table and took the dirty dishes back to the kitchen. A Velorian can wash dishes much faster than any dishwasher could ever do. By the time I set the dishes in the rack to dry and rejoined them, Mike and Rob were just finishing up their coffee. "So, what do you guys want to do now?"

"I think I can guess what you want to do," Mike said, putting down his coffee mug.

"You think so?" I jumped up and hovered over the table in front of him, leaning forward and letting him get a good look down the front of my mostly unbuttoned shirt. As if he hadn't had closer and more intimate encounters with what was inside the previous night. And this morning.

As his hands started to come up to my breasts, I darted forward, gave him a quick kiss, and then flew backwards, out of his reach. "I thought you said you were too tired, Mike." I turned my head to my right. "And you, Rob. You've got to be worn out from all the cooking." I glided back and sat down in my chair again. "I think you guys need to rest."

"And you don't?"

"You guys should know be better than that by now. Besides, if I don't let you guys get some rest, you'll be no good for me tonight." I crossed back over the table, picked the two guys up, and carried them out into the living room, depositing them on the couch.

There had been no reports of any Arion activity for the past few weeks. Nothing since Sirren's rampage from Florida to Georgia. We were guarding against being lulled into a false sense of security, but things were definitely getting more relaxed.

As a result, we really didn't have anything planned for the day. Sure, there were things that I wanted to do. One thing, at least. But we've been doing that for most of the night. It was something that I'd never get tired of doing. And the guys weren't tired of doing it, either, they were just plain tired. Though exhausted might be a better word.

It was late on a Saturday morning. Karen was off somewhere with Bill. Again. With my darling husband out of town on another of his business trips, not coming back until the middle of next week, I had spent the previous night with the two guys. And even though I hadn't let him get too much sleep last night, Rob had insisted on getting up and making breakfast for all of us. Waffles. Lots of them. Using the recipe Mom and I had gotten from Mother. He had done his usual superb job of cooking.

And Mike and I had done our usual good job of eating Rob's cooking. After letting our stomachs digest that for a while, we decided to just take it easy for the day. We went outside to take advantage of the Colorado spring, strolling into town.

After some window shopping, we returned, walking through the condo complex.

"Remember how we first met?" I asked them, as we came around to the recreation center and saw a volleyball game in progress on the sand court.

"Was that what we were doing then?" Mike replied. "I thought we were doing something else. You kept us pretty busy that week." He tried to nudged me in the ribs with his elbow. I blocked his elbow with my arm, and returned it, giving him a very gentle elbow in the ribs. I then reached out and caught his arm, before he could fall down.

The ball got away from the players, and came bouncing towards us. Rob quickly picked it up. "You guys got room for us?" he asked, throwing the ball to the girl chasing it.

"Sure. C'mon," she replied, catching Rob's toss.

"Which one of you is the better player?" one of the other guys asked.

Mike and Rob looked at me. They looked at each other. Their arms came up together, and they both pointed at me. "She is," said Mike. "Her," said Rob.

"Okay, you come over here, and you two over on that side." Thus, I ended up on one team, with Mike and Rob on the other.

After the buildup the guys had given me, I had to play well enough. But I was still careful not to play too well. I was careful not to jump too high, or to hit the ball too hard. Still, I ended up making some diving saves and point-saving blocks. And a game-winning spike.

We played several games, mixing up the teams each time, until the wind began to pick up, blowing my hair around. And blowing the ball around. One gust even threatened to blow my shirt away. The ball almost blew into the nearby creek, until a blast of my breath bounced it against a tree and back towards us.

That was definitely the cue to stop. The game quickly broke up, the players going their separate ways, most of them, like us, heading towards the condos.

"Are you guys all rested up now?" I asked, as we returned to the guys' condo.

"Let's have dinner first," suggested Rob. "That way, we won't have to stop to eat later."

"Are you offering to cook for us?" I asked.

"Let's go out," he replied. "It is a Saturday night, after all. And I don't think you want me to tire myself out too much." He grinned at me.

"Wise guy! As if the volleyball hasn't worn you out." I wasn't tired at all, of course, but I could smell their sweat. Not that I had anything against the odor of honest sweat. "Why don't you guys freshen up, I'll go home and change, and I'll meet you at... Where do we want to go for dinner?" After a brief pause, I added, "My treat. You guys are putting me up for the weekend, the least I can do is to buy you dinner."

It didn't take us long to decide where to go for dinner. After setting the time, I grabbed my stuff and flew home. Even though I hadn't worked up a sweat at all, I grabbed a nice hot shower, turning up the heat all the way, before changing for dinner.

That's when I ran into a problem. I knew what I wanted to wear for dinner tonight. But there was no way that I could fly there wearing that dress. If I flew fast enough to avoid being seen, I'd destroy the dress. If I flew slow enough to avoid ruining the dress, I'd be sure to be spotted.

I remembered that there was an alley behind the restaurant, a steakhouse. Folding up the dress, I put it into my special flight bag, along with the stockings and the shoes and the purse. Putting on my Arion uniform, I stepped out onto the balcony outside of our bedroom.

A couple of seconds later, I was in the alley behind the restaurant. A quick change, and I was carrying my purse, walking out of the alley to go around to the front, just as the guys drove up into the parking lot.

It was a nice restaurant. Nice service. Nice atmosphere. Nice food, almost as good as Rob's cooking was.

After dinner, we drove back to the guys' condo for dessert. As soon as we were inside, I got my arms around their waists. "You guys ready to do some work now?" I asked, knowing fully well the answer. But I didn't carry them into a bedroom, this time. Instead, I dumped them onto the thick plush carpet in the middle of the living room.

Putting a finger in the middle of each chest, I quickly pinned the two guys down to the floor. They struggled to get free, but they couldn't move me a single inch. "Well, aren't you guys going to undress me?" I teased them, smiling down at them as I continued to hold them down.

I finally had to release them go so that I could undress them. I had just started to unbutton Mike's shirt when I suddenly decided to try something else. Getting my hands under him, I tossed him up, towards the high vaulted ceiling above us. I immediately rose up in pursuit, using my speed to undress him. By the time that I caught him in my arms, six inches above the carpet, he didn't have a stitch of clothes on him.

I laid him down on the carpet, as his clothes fluttered down on him. I repeated the process with Rob, laying him down next to Mike.

I then let them undress me. Lying down between them, I let them have their way with me at first, before I put them to work. Hard strenuous physical labor. But they never complained. I didn't have any complaints, either.

Eventually, I had to let them stop. I carried their sleeping bodies to their beds and tucked them in.

In the morning, I ended up cooking breakfast for the three of us. It wasn't as good as one of Rob's gourmet meals would have been, but again, nobody complained.

Karen enjoyed showing Bill some of the wonders of her adopted planet. Though she wasn't alone in the effort. She remembered the way that Mark had shown her around, when she had first come to Colorado, and she was grateful for his company.

And for that of his wife, Linda. Linda had left all of her instruments back at her lab; this was purely a social occasion.

Tonight, they'd had dinner at a nice seafood restaurant in Denver; Bill was just as fascinated with seafood as she was. Then, they'd gone to see a movie. Then, they'd gone to a park for a stroll.

They had started by talking about the movie. Both Karen and Bill had some problems understanding just what had been going on. Some things were so different on Earth than what they were accustomed to in the Arion Empire.

That discussion piqued Linda's professional curiosity, and she started asking Bill about his home planet. While the three of them were talking, Mark went ahead to bring the car around.

Bill was having a wonderful time. Having spent his entire life as a Beta in the rigidly disciplined Arion society, this was something completely different. Such freedom! The people could do what they wanted to do, without having somebody always telling them what to do. And the peace! There wasn't a war going on, and they weren't preparing for one, either. At least, most of the people weren't.

And the company wasn't bad, either. He liked Linda as a person, at least, when she wasn't poking him with needles and hooking up instruments to his body. Mark wasn't a bad sort, he had heard that Karen and Mark had been a bit of a couple in the past. And of course, there was Karen; he didn't think that he would ever tire of her company.

He had just finished answering one of Linda's questions about going to school on Aria, when he heard a woman scream. All three heads immediately turned.

Karen immediately blew by him, running before leaving her feet as she leaped into the air. Linda was right behind her, in a swirl of skirts, her enhanced Terran legs propelling her, even in heels, much faster than his own ordinary unenhanced Beta legs could possibly have carried him. Out of sheer reflex, instead of out of any conscious act, he found himself running after the two women.

There was no pain any more in his leg, but the two women were still much faster than he was. Ahead, he saw Karen flying over the curve in the path, going in among some trees. Just as Linda followed her out of his sight, he heard a loud BANG. He knew enough to know what the sound was. The knowledge lent additional speed to his legs.

By the time that he got to the trees, the action, however much there might have been of it, was all over. Karen was standing in the middle of three men. They were all down on the ground, not moving. Linda was kneeling over a young woman, helping her to sit up.

In the dim light, he saw something shiny on the woman's temple. From Linda's actions, he realized that it had to be blood. From the way that Linda was binding it with a handkerchief, and from her words, he also realized that it wasn't a serious wound. Though what might have happened had Karen not shown up when she did was something else. The gunshot that he had heard might have hurt the woman even worse, maybe even have killed her.

By the time that Mark arrived, the woman was on her feet, seemingly none the worse for the experience. Karen was still standing guard over the three unconscious men at her feet. Linda checked them over quickly. Mark got his cell phone out of his pocket and called the police. Bill felt absolutely useless.

When the police came, Mark showed them his ID, and answered some questions. After getting a statement from the woman, the police carried the three men away. After driving the woman home, the four of them went on to Mark and Linda's place.

Bill still had a hard time believing what had happened, even as Linda and Karen brewed some coffee. Intellectually, he knew he could have overpowered those three men by himself. Any Arion Beta could have. At least, if they weren't armed. But he also knew that he couldn't have done it anywhere near as quickly as Karen had done.

It wasn't until after Karen had taken her first sip of the coffee before she fingered the front of her dress. "Look what he did to it. And it's new. I just bought it last week."

It was only when he saw that she had slid her finger inside her dress, and that the fingertip was poking through it, that he realized that Karen had actually been hit. He immediately left his chair to go to her, to make sure that she was all right.

Linda beat him to it. She was all professional, quickly examining Karen, and then pronouncing her unhurt. Even though he knew that ordinary Terran weapons couldn't hurt an Arion Prime, he still was relieved to know that an enhanced half Prime such as Karen could also be unhurt.

"Good thing you never got shot at, when we worked together," Mark said. That led to Karen and Mark talking about some of the cases that they had handled together. Apparently, Linda hadn't heard some of these stories, either, for she listened to them just as raptly as he did, as they carried their coffee mugs to the living room for further conversation.

He had closed his eyes as he listened, imagining Karen in action as Mark described her. Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted off of his feet. At first, thinking that it was Karen, he wrapped his arms around her neck. But upon looking up, he saw that he was in Linda's arms instead, her firm breasts pressing against his chest. He tried to ease out of her hold, but her enhanced strength was too great.

"B-but..." he stammered out. "Karen!"

Linda smiled down at him. "She's a little busy right now." She turned around so that he could see. Karen had Mark down on his back on the couch, holding him down with a single finger in the middle of his chest, while removing his pants with her other hand.

It was then that he realized what those glances between the two women had been all about. And that brief whispered conversation, while Karen helped Linda with the coffee. He knew that there was very little he could do about it; with her enhanced strength, he couldn't stop Linda from doing whatever she wanted to do with his body.

As if she had read his mind, she looked down at him again. "If you don't want me, just say so. I won't force myself on you."

He took another look at Karen. She was definitely involved with Mark now, lying over him on the couch, their arms around each other, their lips locked.

He looked back up at Linda. It didn't take much imagination to imagine her as a Velorian, with her long blonde hair. And with her firm breasts, so much firmer than those of any Beta woman, though of course not nearly as firm as Karen's. One hand left her neck, to caress and fondle one of those breasts. "If you want me, I'm yours tonight."

She smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." Then her smile widened even more. "Karen's told me you have this thing about strong blonde women."

He was sure that he wasn't alone among Arion males, Prime or Beta, who had fantasized about being with a Velorian woman. He had never confided those fantasies with anybody else, except for Karen. He had been too intimidated to approach Julie. And he certainly hadn't been about to ask Karen to talk to Julie about it for him.

She continued carrying him, up the stairs and into her bedroom, laying him down upon the bed. The bed that she normally shared with Mark. Knowing that it would be futile to resist, even if he had wanted to, he let her remove his clothes. He then helped her off with hers, fumbling a little with the still unaccustomed Terran gear, despite all of the practice he'd had with Karen.

Reaching up, he took one of her breasts and squeezed it with all of his strength. It wasn't as firm as he'd imagined a Velorian's to be, nor was it as firm as Karen's were. Still, it was much firmer than those of any Beta women whom he'd experienced.

Linda gasped as Bill's hand closed about her breast, squeezing with so much more force than Mark ever did. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tighter to her, until a muffled gasp made her remember that despite his greater strength, his Beta body wasn't as hard as Mark's was. As she relaxed her embrace, he disengaged his mouth from her breasts, gulped in some air, and then resumed suckling.

I heard the garage door open. Taking a peek with my tachyon vision, I saw the car pull into the garage. The garage door closed, and the driver got out. Grabbing his luggage, he entered the house. I quickly prepared myself to greet him.

Unlocking the door, he walked into the dark house. Something must be keeping his wife away. Her car was in the garage, though of course that didn't mean much, the way she got around. When she was home, she would usually greet him at the door, and save him the trouble of walking and carrying his bags up to the bedroom.

He didn't bother to turn on the light as he locked the door behind him. Sighing, he carried his briefcase and garment bag up the stairs to the bedroom. Resigning himself to spending yet one more night alone, he entered the bedroom and turned on the light. Putting his bags down on the floor in front of the closet, he stepped towards the bed.

The sight that greeted him made him stop dead in his tracks and took his breath away. He gulped as he saw the best thing that he'd seen all day. All day, hell. It was the best thing that he'd seen all week. And longer.

"J-jule? Y-you're b-beautiful," he managed to stammer out.

His beautiful Velorian wife was standing at the foot of their bed, her legs spread slightly, standing on her toes. She didn't have a single stitch of clothing on. She had let her golden hair free to cascade down her back. "Did you have a good trip home today?" She said, looking at him over her shoulder.

"Not as good as the trip I'm about to have tonight, I have a feeling."

"You better believe it!" She was immediately by his side. "First, let's get you out of those travel clothes. You won't need them where you're going tonight."

He found himself lying on the bed, as she quickly removed his clothes. Then, she was on top of him, one arm underneath him, hugging him to her. Even though to him it was just a comfortable hug, he knew that she was hugging him more than hard enough to crush any other man's ribs against the seemingly soft mounds that he could feel pressing against his chest.

Then she was rolling them over, putting him on top and guiding his face down to his favorite part of her anatomy. Not that there were any parts of her anatomy that he didn't like, but he had always loved this part the best, ever since she had developed them. A little late, in high school, but the wait had been well worth it.

He eagerly closed his mouth on the breast, biting down on the nipple as hard as he could, knowing that he couldn't possibly hurt her. He was almost able to surround the globe with his hands, squeezing it with all of his strength.

As much fun as Mike and Rob are to be with, all I have with them is a physical relationship. There's a lot more with my darling husband. Even if there had been nothing physical between us, he would still be my darling husband, the man whom I love above all others in the whole wide world.

That's not to say that it's not physical. Quite the contrary, We certainly have a physical relationship, and we enjoy it thoroughly. I can get a lot more physical with him than I can with any other man.

I had to be so careful to be gentle with Mike and Rob, in order to avoid damaging their delicate unenhanced bodies. That was something that I didn't have to worry about tonight. At least, not as much. His enhanced body may not be as tough as that of an Arion Prime, but it's tough enough for my purposes.

And after he had been gone for so much recently, I was ready to get physical with him. Spreading my legs, I lifted him up and rammed him into me. Unlike with other men, I barely had to relax my inner muscles in order to let his entire length slide into me.

Mmmm. It really had been a while since I've felt anything this hard inside of me. "It's good to have you home again," I whispered into his ear, as he began thrusting.

I resisted the urge to lend him some of my own strength, letting him thrust away with his own muscles. I wasn't going to let him go to sleep too soon tonight, so I'd have a chance to get even more physical with him later.

Oh, it felt really good! As much as I enjoyed being with Mike and Rob, I just couldn't get as physical with them as I could get with my darling husband.

Apparently, it hadn't been too hard a trip; he managed to keep up with me for most of the night. I held him in my arms when he finally fell into exhausted slumber.

As soon as he started stirring in the morning, I was all over him again. Since neither of us had to go in to work today, I kept him in bed most of the day.

"Three of them! Where did the other two come from?" The other staff officers had barely filed out of the office when the Major spoke up, even before the Colonel had had a chance to put his feet up on his desk.

The outburst startled the Colonel. He had never seen the Major, the Ice Queen, show even half that much emotion before.

"I do not know, Major," Sirren replied, still standing rigidly at attention, as she had been during the entire meeting. "We were not prepared to face more than one. We succeeded in trapping one, but then one of the others must have freed her." She repeated the report that she had given before the assembled staff. As before, she did not mention the fact that she had fled, rather than engaging the three Velorians.

"At ease, Senior Lieutenant. Have a seat," the Colonel broke in, finally having gotten his feet up on his desk. His use of her rank told her that her brief tenure as a Brevet Captain was now at an end. Nonetheless, Sirren gratefully sat down, though she still kept her back ramrod-straight, as the Colonel continued. "We do not blame you for the failure of your mission. As you have just said, we did not expect more than the one. If we had, we would have assigned more personnel to your squad."

"But where did they come from?" the Major broke in. "We had never seen any evidence of a second Velorian on this planet, let alone a third one." After a brief pause, she added, "Sir."

"More important, Major, is what we are going to do about it." As the Major turned to look at him, the Colonel continued on. "Wherever they came from, they seem to be here. Rather than worry about where they came from, let us plan where to send them."

The Major stared at him for a couple of seconds, before inclining her head slightly, acknowledging the veracity of his statement.

The Colonel then turned to Sirren. "Lieutenant, you are sure that the one you had trapped is the one you fought before, the one they call Supergirl?"

She thought back to the image that she had seen on the viewscreen. "Yes, Sir. There is no doubt in my mind. That was the same bitch I fought twice before, once in Texas and once in Mexico. She was wearing one of our uniforms, but in Velorian colors."

"And of the other two," the Colonel continued, "you say that only one of them was wearing the uniform of a Velorian Planetary Protector."

She replayed that image in her mind. "Yes, Sir. There is no mistaking that uniform. The other one appeared to be wearing an ordinary Terran swimsuit."

"A Scribe," the Major said. "Could she have been a Scribe?"

"With all due respect, Ma'am," Sirren said, "if the Velorians are trying to keep a low profile here, as I suggested before this mission, I would not believe that they would station a Scribe here. A Scribe's mission includes publicizing the Protector's exploits back on Velor and Daxxan. That is hardly in keeping with maintaining a low profile. And even a Scribe would ordinarily wear Velorian clothing when going into a fight."

"Which they seldom do, Lieutenant." The Colonel's voice was low, but clear.

"Three Protectors? For this piddling planet?"

"If the Velorians truly believe that this is the First World, Major," the Colonel answered her, "they just might intend to make sure that it is fully Protected. And with a Scribe to record the Protector's exploits."

"But why have we not seen any evidence of their presence, before now?"

"They could have been merely visiting. The Lieutenant simply may have been unlucky to have her operation go down just as the Protector had some friends visiting."

"Or it could have been a trap." As the other two turned towards her, she quickly added, "Sir." When they continued to look at her without speaking, she continued, "They may have found out that I was coming, with my squad. They could have set this up as a trap to get more than one of us. Not to mention the equipment. Or the Betas."

"For now, I have to assume the worst," the Colonel said. "I am suspending all further overt activities on the planet, until we have more information."

"But, Colonel, we are already behind schedule," the Major said.

"And losing four more Warriors Prime did not advance the schedule much, did it, Major?" There was the barest hint of a smile as he turned to the Major. The smile vanished as quickly as it had come. "No, we cannot risk any more people by confronting the Protector. How ever many of them there are." He then turned to Sirren. "That is all, Senior Lieutenant. Thank you for your report. Dismissed."

Sirren stood up and bowed, before turning on her heels and leaving the office. As she was returning to her quarters, she remembered that Carlos was still aboard. Turning down another corridor, she went in search of him.

She found him sleeping in his cell. Even though he had been left in the care of Betas, they apparently had made good use of him. Picking him up, she slung him over her shoulder and walked back to her quarters.

He stirred and woke up as she laid him down on her bed. It took him a moment to recognize his new surroundings. It didn't take him as long to recognize his new companion, however. "Sirren! You're back!" He reached out for her.

Leaning over and putting an arm around him, she pulled his body up to hers. "Oh, you poor man. Have they been taking good care of you?" she asked.

"It was tough. They were pretty rough with me," he replied. Neither the tone of his voice nor the look on his face indicated that it actually had been as bad as his words suggested. He had known about the differences between Primes and Betas before she ha left. And she had left strict instructions with the Betas that he was not to be harmed, that she was going to be coming back for him.

She lifted him higher as she straightened up, rubbing his chest over her breasts. "As rough as I am?" she asked sweetly, tightening her embrace slightly, making him wince in pain, before she eased up on him.

"Nobody can be as rough as you," he replied. The two hands coming up and squeezing her breasts with all of their puny Terran strength told her that he was not complaining.

"Are you ready to welcome me back?" she asked.

"For you, I'm always ready." They both knew that it was a lie, they both knew that she had always gone easy on him. But they both let it pass.

She set him back down on the bed and quickly slipped out of her uniform. Since she had less to remove than he did, and she was so much faster than he was, as well, he had only removed his shirt when she turned back to him. Putting an arm around him, she lifted him up and quickly pulled his shorts down his thick muscular legs, as he again fondled her breasts.

Bearing in mind that this Terran was even more fragile than the Betas she'd so recently enjoyed were, she was careful to be gentle with him, as she laid him back down on the bed, lying down on top of him to smother his mouth with hers. She then rolled them over, putting him on top of her and guiding his mouth down to her breasts.

She put an arm lightly across his body as she savored his deliciously light caresses, even softer than those of the Betas had been. As he used his mouth and both hands on one breast, she began stroking and caressing the other with one hand. Not very hard at first, applying no more than a hundred times the pressure that he was appluing to the other one.

Soon, she was ready for more. And, as he had said, he was ready for her. Spreading her legs, she lifted him up and lowered him into position. He quickly thrust himself into her, and began pumping. Wanting even more, she put her hands on his hips and lent him some of her strength, using his entire body as a huge dildo, stroking herself much harder and faster than he could. She remembered to soften her body as much as possible, to avoid hurting him as his broad muscular chest bounced against her full breasts with every stroke.

His body stopped bouncing quite so much when he fastened on to her breasts with his hands and held on with all of his strength. She carefully tightened her inner muscles around his manhood, delaying his release until hers was imminent. When he shot his load into her, driving her over the top, she lifted him off of her and put him down beside her, where he lay gasping for breath. Putting one arm around him, she stroked his face with her other hand, smoothing out his sweat-soaked hair, until his breathing told her that he had fallen asleep.

Sirren did not know that the Major had sent a lengthy coded dispatch back to Aria as soon as she had heard of the squad's failure to eliminate the Velorian bitch, even before the drop shuttle had gone down to pick up the only surviving member of that squad.

Neither did the Colonel.