Rhela glanced away briefly, “My Equal was blinded by the viscera of her own blood. The human escaped to another part of the battlefield. I am unsure who the honoured kill goes to.”
Lysera grunted as her effort to reduce Cut-cheeks dishonour fell through, It would be a significant stain on her character for some time to have been wounded by a human in such a visible location and to then have had the kill escape her, “Very well, find your Equal and have your wound seen to.”
Rhela respectfully bowed her head and departed without a word, each step on her wounded leg causing more crimson to flow down her toned thigh, though she remained resolutely nonplussed by it.
Lysera let herself feel a moment’s pride for her Lessers stoicism but there was more yet to be done, so she shouted out a single name, loud and authoritative, “Aezera!”
She stood patiently with her hand on her hip, deep in thought as a fingernail scratched idly at her elongated lower canine, consciously not looking towards the only nearby source of sound, that of the humans continued albeit far weakened noises and the unmistakable rhythmic pounding of flesh on flesh, Tryi now burying every vein ridged inch of her length into the humans now soaked pussy, using her and claiming her.
A figure, like Lysera also still clad in her battle armour jogged up and bowed her head respectfully, her other more senior Second and indeed second in command, Aezera. She was as tall as Lysera and perhaps quicker, but her strength and comparative experience still left much to be desired until she could wisely consider a challenge.
“Yes, Lysera?” Aezera asked in her deep predatorial voice, resting a hand on her Gatt-Rifle, ready to leap into action at a moments notice even as she looked with a smirk towards the prone figure of her gyrating Equal.
“Have you done as I ordered?” Lysera asked, though she already suspected the answer.
“I did,” Aezera responded, focusing on her Better, displaying her own use of restraint in looking away from the attention-drawing scene beside them, their conversation matched by the growing growls of Tryi’s passion.
“When you stripped the dead did you find a woman, dark hair, unique armour, an Isiri skull on her shoulder?”
Aezera shook her head slowly and Lysera knew better than to question whether she had made a mistake, she had already had to deal with one insulted Second today.
“What does it mean?” Aezera asked, missing context.
Lysera paused for a moment, her stern expression changing into one of unmitigated delight and she laughed, long and hearty. She felt her disappointment at the poor fight slip away and she could almost feel new life breathe into her limbs.
Aezera merely looked bemused, waiting.
“It means, Aezera, that a human managed to wound two of our Lessers and escape the ambush alive and unnoticed,” Lysera stated, a hungry glee rising in her voice.
Aezera grinned then too, “Worthy prey.”
“Worthy prey.” Lysera echoed.
“Will you hunt?” Aezera asked, a hopeful tone hidden in her voice.
Lysera suspected Aezera wanted the hunt for herself, but she would not be denied this sport, “I will hunt.”
Aezera wasn’t surprised by this and expertly hid any disappointment. Instead, she slung her Gatt-Rifle off of one shoulder and held it out reverently to Lysera, “At least allow me the honour of having my weapon used in the hunt, Better.”
Lysera raised a hand, “I will hunt with blade or not at all. If you would do me the service of bringing your Lancer, however, I would gladly wield it on this hunt.”
Once more stowing her rifle Aezera showed her white teeth in a grin, protruding lower canines gleaming in the low light, “A proud hunt. I will bring you my Lancer immediately.”
She turned but stopped short as Lysera spoke, a rare mirth in her Betters’ voice, “Ooh… You should be sure to give your Lancer a detailed inspection first. Ensure the blades are sharpened and the grips tight. You know.”
Aezera stared at her for a moment, uncomprehending, but it eventually clicked into place, “A worthy hunt indeed. I am proud to be your Lesser.”
As she turned and walked away, she left something unsaid hanging in the air. Lysera knew she was purposefully making this a difficult hunt for herself, but just as the glory of success would be great, the price of failure may be greater still.
With the prospect of a fresh hunt on the horizon, her fury at the one-sided fight had all but reduced to a spark. She was able now to stare at Tryi and her toy without losing control, able to admire, as she often did, how her Lesser’s looked as they ravished and broke a new plaything.
Tryi’s muscled moved and shifted visibly under her skin, undulating with the rolling movements of her body as she took what was rightfully hers, her cock, now slick with both their juices taking the human hard. She saw the human, fading in and out of consciousness as her body was reduced to property, her eyes unfocused, her grunts vague as she drooled into the sand.
She looked around as another Isiri’s growl echoed through her mind, her attention turning on a fresh-faced and youthful Lesser, a Fifth she thought, smaller than the others and barely into her warriorhood, thick braids barely passing her ears, her teeth bared and her smaller cock hard, her eyes fixed on the action on the ground before them.
Lysera raised her eyebrows and for the first time looked towards the two humans chained to the rock face, their expressions one of pure unadulterated terror as they stared at their prone colleague, fearing the worst for themselves.
She stepped towards them and her sudden and imposing presence drew the attention of them both. Wide-eyed does the both of them, no fire or fight in them, unworthy of her personal attention but perhaps valuable all the same to increasing the Isiri numbers and improving morale.
One was young and lithe, not well muscled but not entirely without, her breasts small and modest, high on her chest and without enough size to be worth playing with, though that could change once she had been bred, as many of the human’s figures did. What was odd however was that her hair was cropped so short and coloured so pale that she appeared almost bald.
Lysera reached out a hand and the girl squeaked in fear, trying to flinch away but unable to move more than a little. Lysera let out a little noise of disappointment as she traced a thumb across her fair unblemished skin, following the line of her waist and hip. She would bare strong fit young, but she would break and give in quickly, no prize to be kept but useful all the same.
“You are young,” Lysera said, her voice quiet so as not to be overheard.
“Y-yes.” The girl replied in a whisper, her voice quavering.
Lysera nodded and raised her hand, running her palm over the odd texture of the human’s stubbly hair.
“Your first fight?” She asked, and the human nodded simply.
“Did you surrender?”
“No… No I… I was overpowered trying to save her…” The recruit motioned with a vague motion of her head to the woman chained beside her.
Lysera nodded some and stepped aside to turn her attention on the other woman and didn’t so much as get to meet her eye before the woman began begging…
“I surrender! Please! I surrender!! S-show mercy on us! Please!” The woman said, her voice hoarse and shaking, a few tear streaks marking her flushed skin.
Lysera wrinkled her nose and bared her teeth in a low growl, the inspired fear instantly shutting the long red haired coward up, leaving her instead to cringe and look away. This human was… Soft. Her body was entirely without definition, instead boasting plush pillowy curves. Her ass and tits were indeed amazing for her kind and she was even broad of hip, but Lysera shook her head in disappointment.
“Coward, what is your purpose here? You are no warrior.” Lysera growled again, running her hand up the silky smooth waist of the captured woman, feeling the slight give under her fingertips instead of the usual hardness of muscle that she had become accustomed to.
“I-I’m a civilian! I was sent with the Corp to scout a potential colony site! P-please! If you let me go I’ll tell the Empire that we can’t settle here!! Please!” She warbled, her voice unsteady and desperate.
Her words fell into a frightened whimper as Lysera’s hand reached her full and heavy breast, lifting and squeezing it, drawing a yelp of pain from the woman that made the other Isiri pay attention, it felt good.
Lysera nodded once to the human then turned to the other Isiri, pointing to the lithe, terrified recruit with a single outstretched finger, “Breed her. Her mind is weak and will break easily, but she is no coward. Worthy stock. When I return from my hunt I expect to see her riding one of you of her own free, dominated will.” The girl began to shake as her reality became obvious, her baby blue eyes sweeping over the gathering number of Isiri as they let out a whooping cheer, their cocks hardening as their lusts rose.
She pointed then to the chubby, curvier human, “Do not breed this one.” She said simply and, out of sheer cruelty, let those words hang in the air on their own for a moment.
“Oh! Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!!”
Lysera smirked then, “A base coward, she is not worthy of our young, teach her how to be quiet with your cocks instead. And you!” Lysera barked at the younger Isiri, the Fifth, her smaller cock hard as steel and her eyes awash with a lust only held in check by the presence of her First, “Break in her ass.”
The redhead’s words faltered into silence as she stared at Lysera, so confused that Lysera genuinely wondered if she believed this was happening to her, not that it mattered.
Reaching up and with terrifying ease she tore the steel spikes that held the women’s chains in place free from the sheer cliff they had been driven into, displaying such strength that it wrought another cheer from her gathered Lessers.
The two women fell into a heap alongside each other on the ground and were quick to huddle desperately together, their backs to the rock face, their bodies already exhausted from being forced to stand for so long.
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