Lysera breathed in slow through her nose and out through her mouth, staring at the back of the White One’s head, eyes focused on one of the women’s long white braids, betraying her age. It annoyed her to essentially be told to shut up by one as weak as the White One, but everyone knew that the service the White Ones performed on both their own wounded and those of the foe were essential to the Isiri on a whole, so she waited patiently and practised her breathing while the wound was stitched and cleansed.
At length and with no rush the White One rose and turned, one of her lower fangs broken and missing, her arms and face showing no shortage of the scars she had likely received during her youthful times in the Warrior-Caste.
The White One paused for a moment, eying Tryi’s abdomen with some suspicion, though she remained silent, instead bowing her head respectfully towards Lysera as her once white robe, now stained with the human’s blood and the red sands of this planet, flapped loosely in the breeze against her slender and unmuscled form.
“Thank you for waiting, Lysera,” She spoke, her voice calm and soft, though she traded a glance with Tryi, reading more about Lysera’s mood from the Second’s expression than she would off of her directly, “…I assume you came to speak to the wounded?”
“Fucking… Isiri scum…”
Lysera raised an eyebrow and looked down curiously towards the human who had spoken, her voice thready and weak, but her eyes bright, full of hatred and swimming in a lust to inflict violence on those who had wiped out her squad.
After a moment’s hesitation Lysera squatted down beside the human, letting an unpleasant smirk settle on her expression as she reached out, running a hand across the girls face, feeling her skin, soft, but cool and clammy with sweat, the human didn’t flinch or look away, merely glaring and gritting her teeth.
“What do you think of her Tryi?” Lysera asked, maintaining her eye contact with the human, keeping her voice soft.
Tryi stepped up and looked down, pursing her full lips as she drank in the sight, “She is in a sorry state, but she is strong, good muscles for one of their warriors. Wide hips. And a fire to her. She will be fun once she recovers, I think. A fighter maybe.”
Lysera grinned and lowered her hand from the woman, still holding her gaze, “I agree. She will be a fun toy. Tryi, I gift her to you. Until our return to Toutati, she will be yours and yours alone.”
Tryi let out a low hungry growl and Lysera felt amused as the human, pasty white from blood loss, managed to somehow blanch further at the news. Lysera could’ve left it there, but the human was still looking into her eyes, trying to appear brave and confident by refusing to look away first. A mistake.
“White One, when will she be ready?” Lysera asked and heard the Equal of another Caste let out a thoughtful hum.
“Well… So long as her arm is not toyed with and her wound does not open, I see no reason as to why she is not ready now, though she may fall unconscious.” She replied, matter of factly.
Lysera nodded sagely, making no effort to stop the dark glee from entering her bright azure eyes, “Tryi?”
“Yes, my Better?”
Lysera stared down into the small, frail humans pretty little face, she could see her confidence wavering, “Destroy her with your cock.”
At the sound of Tryi’s sudden and ecstatic roar of delight the human’s eyes finally broke away from Lysera, instead focusing on the nearing Second and, far more desperately, the hardening length between her thighs.
Lysera raised herself up and moved away from the human, standing to watch alongside the White One as Tryi unleashed herself upon the former marine, grabbing her ankle and dragging her back with a cry to wrestle her in the sands, tearing away her remaining armour and cloth to reveal more sweat slick porcelain skin.
After seeing to her now redundant outfit Tryi flipped the human over onto her stomach, laying atop of her, the Isiri using her massive frame to pin the human in place, trapping her like an animal to be rutted and all but entirely obscuring the struggling human beneath as she was mounted.
Several watched hungrily as the human cried out, screaming out her fury and lashing out with fist and legs, all to no effect as Lysera, standing in a good spot at the bottom of their legs, observed as Tryi’s now hard cock bobbed and weaved, pressing against the humans toned ass as they wrestled, her huge balls in their deep red sack hanging low as she wore down the fight in her toy, subduing her prey.
Despite the fire in her belly, the human simply didn’t have enough energy to fight back for more than a few moments and Lysera felt her heart rate creep up as Tryi lined up the tip of her pre-cum dripping cock with the humans tight breeding hole, preparing to drive it home and defile her.
Lysera chewed on her lip, watching as the now slick tip skimmed against the tight pink slit of the helpless woman’s core, trying to find her mark, trying to sate her need for the pleasure and victory.
She could hardly believe to look at the difference in their size that the human would be able to take Tryi’s massive throbbing cock, but even since before leaving their Homeworld of Toutati and taking to the stars the Isiri race had long relied on others to carry and birth their young, the Isiri’s viscous pre acting as a relaxant as well as a lubricant, increasing the likelihood that an Isiri could successfully mate with other, smaller species.
Tryi roared out her triumph out as she found her mark and the human screamed, her voice losing all words to merely become an unintelligent string of desperate and animalist noises, her legs twisting as she kicked at the sand, trying to find any leverage as the Second began to force her cock deeper into the girls pussy, the Isiri’s pre ensuring she would ‘fit’, but doing little to protect the humans mind and senses from the shock of the unearthly invasion of her weakened body.
“Lysera.”
The word cut through her thoughts like a knife and Lysera looked over to the White One, scowling at the aged Isiri in sudden anger for having her entertainment interrupted. But as she looked away from the scene she realised she had been growling low, her cock half hard in her armour and her rage free and unchecked. Over the course of several long moments she tempered it, forcing it back into place and reluctantly she nodded her thanks to the White One. She had been losing control and it had been recognised.
“The wounded.” the White One said as if nothing had happened, extending a hand towards the two injured Lessers, the pair also onlookers of the new spectacle, envy and lust in their eyes despite their fresh still bleeding wounds.
Lysera spared a last glance for Tryi and her toy, noting that the none-too-gentle Second already had half her cock sunk into the girls stretched and pre-dripping pussy, one of her massive soft breast resting on the back of the humans head so heavy that the exhausted and wounded girl was unable to raise her face for the sand, forcing her to spit out mouthfuls after each frantically inhaled breath, making her screams and cries even less coherent as she was dominated and bred.
Satisfied she had both rectified things with Tryi and dealt with a petulant human too Lysera turned fully from the scene to stand before the two Lessers who, after a moment to also tear their eyes away from the scene behind Lysera moved to stand, seemingly ignorant of their own injuries.
After taking a moment to mentally drown out the continued sounds of Tryi’s sexual conquest she met the gazes of the two Fourths, eying them over to judge their strength and experience while they, in turn, judged her.
“Explain yourselves,” Lysera demanded, keeping her expression passive and unreadable.
“The human was not like the others! She was a monster of their kind, fast like lightning.” Cut-cheek said, spitting blood as she did, the cut must have gone all the way through at one point.
Before Lysera could speak the other beat her to it, herself glaring at Cut-cheek, “Do not make their deeds seem all the greater to make your shame all the less.”
Cut-cheek parted her lips but this time Lysera beat her to it, “You, go with the White One and have your wounds seen to. You cannot yet see through your anger.”
Cut-cheek closed her mouth but Lysera could hear the Isiri’s teeth grinding together. She nodded respectfully and left with the White One to cool off more than anything, leaving Lysera with the other wounded Lesser.
“Name.”
“Rhela, my Better.”
“You are clear of mind, Rhela, explain.”
The Lesser, Rhela, nodded once before speaking, “My Equal exaggerates, but is not wrong. When the signal was given to attack we were amongst the first to reveal ourselves and our eagerness brought us swiftly into the fray.”
Lysera nodded, pleased with that at least.
“Among them was a woman, long brown hair and a different armour to the others. Her shoulder bore the image of one of our skulls crossed with two other bones.”
Lysera inhaled sharply, “You are sure? Sure it was one of our skulls on her armour?”
Rhela nodded and raised a hand, running her fingertip across the tri-tips of her left ears, “The skull bore these as decoration.”
“I see. What did she do?”
“When the signal was given she recognised the cry. Where the other humans spent a moment surprised and uncertain, she reacted instantly. She made for cover and injured me. This enraged my Equal who charged the human, seeking to capture her that I might regain my honour, but the human engaged her in hand to hand combat.” Rhela said, barely concealing the disbelief in her own words.
Even Lysera was shocked. She had heard about encounters with these painted-skull humans from others of her Equal and Betters, but would never have anticipated one to dare go up against an Isiri once guns had been discarded, let alone successfully wound one, though she must have met a messy end.
“It is a shame then, she would have made worthy broodmare.” Lysera lamented and Rhela nodded her agreement, “Still, I have heard reports of these special humans and her armour would be worthy as a prize. Go to your Equal and tell her in my eyes she has done no dishonour, and tell her she may keep what I personally consider to be a prized trophy.”
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