“That one may learn to enjoy it.” Came a familiar voice and Lysera didn’t allow herself to show the merest hint of surprise for being snuck up on, though she did chastise herself for becoming too engrossed in the proceedings.
Casually she flicked her hair back over one shoulder and flashed Tryi a grin, “Maybe. What about yours?”
Tryi smirked back, any bitterness she may have still felt forgotten with her sated lusts, “What do you think?”
Lysera’s grin broadened, her white teeth shining as she tilted her head, taking in the visage of the human woman, nude and barely conscious slung unceremoniously over one of Tryi’s shoulders.
She had missed the moment of Tryi’s climax, too engrossed in the other prisoners, but its evidence was as clear as day. Hoisted over one shoulder, her head and arms draped down the Isiri’s back out of view, all Lysera could see was the human’s legs, pert pale ass and her soaked and slightly gaping pussy. Even as she watched a trail of thick Isiri cum continued to flow out of the girls new breeding hole to run down one thigh, dripping off the tips of her pretty little feet to land in the sand.
“I think you will enjoy yourself with her regardless of whether she does,” Lysera answered with a laugh.
Tryi laughed too and slapped the humans ass with such force that the flesh visibly ripple outwards leaving a very obvious handprint to start showing through on the pale skin in an angry red, the exhausted human, somehow and unluckily still conscious, let out a pained and pathetic whimper, her toes curling momentarily, “I think so too.”
Tryi lowered her hand and tilted her head, her single braid flowing down over one shoulder, always maintaining a small little smile, “You are in a bright mood, First, will you be breeding one of those two?”
Lysera’s straightened her back and shook her head, “No, the human warrior your Fourths faced was special among them. A hunter of our kind. She escaped the fray.”
Tryi’s expression gained a more serious edge as she thought that over, “Then you will hunt. The honour of my Fourths?”
Lysera had been expecting that question, not that the fire and heat were so much lessened in them both it was a subject Tryi could broach without it instantly returning to violence.
“Unless the prey proves to be especially weak, their honour is intact. Though, one has an injury that will long outlast this day.” Lysera said, tone professional.
Tryi idly ran her hand up her possessions inner thigh, squeezing softly as she did, eliciting a little moan from her toy, “I saw. She will struggle to overcome this.”
“It will be difficult and dangerous. But such environments can breed strong warriors.”
Tryi nodded once in agreement and they both stood for a moment, watching as the marine pinned up against the wall gasped and moaned at every thrust, her arms draped weakly over the Isiri’s bulky shoulders, her legs wrapped around the strong gyrating waist, her cheeks flushed with colour.
“When will you hunt?” Tryi asked at length.
“Some time still yet. I must eat and prepare first. What of you?” Lysera responded, another smile gracing her full lips.
Tryi peered around and raised her eyebrows, “I’m looking for the White One. I want to see if any of the human men can share blood with this one, restore some of her fight.”
“Ha! I had not thought to do that, she was tending to your wounded Fourths last I saw her. Good luck Tryi.” Lysera smirked, nodding once.
Tryi returned both the smirk and nod before stretching up tall and casting her eyes around, walking off in search of the White One.
Lysera stood for a moment longer, admiring the way the marine had lost all control of the noises she made, each grunt and whimper as much shocked, forced pleasure as it was pain and fear. It was a good job she was enjoying it on some level Lysera mused, noting the many, many waiting Isiri.
She didn’t so much as spare the spit-roasted redhead another glance as she turned from the scene, preferring instead to keep the image of that marine, broken and taken, in the forefront of her mind. It would serve to motivate her in the coming hunt.
Food was easy to come by and Lysera tended to it first, eating a combination of Isiri war rations and something local that had been roasted over a spit. The Isiri had been wary at first of the many-legged reptiles, but upon discovering just how delicious and nutritious all those legs were they had come to be a good sport for the Lessers to track and kill.
The preparations for the hunt, however, would take Lysera a little more time. They were by no means necessary, with many hunts requiring immediate attention with little or no time for preparation, but they helped to calm and focus her mind.
She retired to a makeshift tent that had been erected against the cliff face and felt herself relax as she stepped into it, knowing the processes that were to come and readying herself mentally.
The preparations were an exercise in patience and Lysera started by finally seeing to removing her battle armour. The armour was tough and flexible, strong and well fitted, but as with any Isiri she had hungered to be rid of its coverings from the instant she had encased herself in it.
Untying straps and ties occupied her mind for a few minutes as she struggled to complete the nimble task with her thick fingers, but as she did heavy metallic pieces started to fall away from her body one at a time, landing with a too heavy thump in the still sand around her feet.
As she continued her efforts alloy plates were stripped away to reveal more and more of her scarlet body, her muscles perfectly defined and only occasionally marred with slightly paler lines, each scar a lesson she had learned through blood spent.
As the last of her armour fell to the ground, leaving her entirely nude she squatted down by a container, her heavy cock almost touching the ground as she reached in and drew out a palm-sized device that she slipped over the fingers of one hand.
Activating the device with a click it began to emit a soft hum and a bright blue light spilt forth. Slowly and with meticulous deliberation she began to run the light over every inch of her body, meticulous and practised.
As the passage of blue light across her skin cleaned and more importantly, removed her natural scent, she let her body continue its task on autopilot, her eyes drifting shut as she began her mental exercises.
Inside each Isiri was a flame, one that fed their strength and determined their willpower. It was easy to unleash even for the youngest and most unskilled of the Warrior-Caste, the fire granting them incredible strength, but uncontrolled it was just that.
The trick Lysera knew was to see how far you could feed the flame without losing control, to access its gifts of strength and stamina while maintaining a clear mind and a tactical edge. Even for those as experienced as Lysera it could be difficult to conjure in an instant.
As the warmth of the device continued to tend to her body her mind became a carefully controlled ebb and flow of power and thought. She would feed the flame with thoughts of what was to come, of the chase, the fight, the aftermath and all that that would entail, while at the same time tempering it with slow breathes, conscious reminders of her status and ability.
“I am in control…” She hissed low, feeling the power swell within her, begging to be released, to chase down her prey like an animal, to savage her, to take what was rightfully hers.
“I am in control…” She repeated again, thinking of her place as First, how she had gotten here through the use of her mind as much as her body and how badly things had gone for her in the past when she had failed to keep the fire from spreading throughout her being.
When she eventually opened her eyes she felt reborn. Her body was pristine, a perfect Isiri specimen with strong muscles and soft breasts, her cock a little swollen between her powerful thighs, but the most significant changes were in how it felt. Free of the armour’s weight and surging with power she felt as light and swift as a feather, like she could run for days and not tire, or, she thought, perform other marathon duties for days without need of a break…
Setting down the small device she opened a small secure chest and drew out several personal items.
First and most importantly came three pale blue spiked piercings which she affixed through existing spots up the bridge of her nose. Isiri were not very maternal creatures, not holding as much care for family and blood relations as the humans apparently did, but these had belonged to her mother, a great warrior of her time and someone who had through action, not blood, won Lysera’s respect.
Next came two earrings and several smaller rings of the same pale blue colour favoured by the Isiri, they had all belonged to Lysera’s former Better, a First who had herself taught Lysera much of what she now taught to others. But she had grown old and stubborn and Lysera regretted what she had inevitably been forced to do, but as she clipped the rings into her intricately braided hair she found solace that it had been the honourable thing to do.
Last she pulled out a spiked Isiri shoulder pad and, uniquely a fingerless glove of human make. The former she had been wearing when she had won her first victory as Warrior-Caste, the latter had belonged to a high ranking human officer she had bested on the field and remained a trophy worth bearing to this day.
The final item in the chest, a sword of pale blue that she had forged for herself, she left behind. As much as she wanted to wield it in the coming hunt, she had promised that honour to Aezera’s Lancer.
When she stepped from the tent, unaware of how much time had passed, she found Aezera sat outside on the ground, still bound in her tight uncomfortable plated armour, waiting casually with her Lancer lain across her lap.
She rose when she saw Lysera and a broad grin settled on her face, “Sometimes I forget just how in your prime you are, Lysera.” Aezera spoke, her eyes moving slowly up her Betters form, lingering here and there for moments at a time to drink in the sight, “You are ready?”
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