Lysera grinned broadly, her smile predatory and self-assured, her pose one of complete and utter dominance as she rose to her full height, taking in a deep breath that escaped in a needy growl, her eyes crawling over every inch of the humans crouched and ready form.
She was perfect, tall for one of her kind and beautiful too, her face young and symmetrical, though her expression was currently locked into a grimace. Her armour obscured body wasn’t ripped with muscle like her own, but Lysera got the impression that this human was exactly as muscled as she wanted to be, a perfect example of strength balanced with speed all encased in a suit of enhanced poly-armour.
“Respected hunter.” Lysera snarled, holding her Lancer down and to one side, ready should she need it to defend but not to strike.
The human tossed the knife from one hand to the other, shaking each as she did, trying to work life back into them, “Are you here to talk or fight?” The human spat back her long dark hair catching in the wind, her eyes fierce.
Lysera rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck from side to side, her joints letting out tremendously deep thunks as they clicked and settled, “You can’t feel your hands. You are too easy to kill.”
The human was silent for a moment before nodding and Lysera grinned still, this one understood their ways, understood that Lysera wanted a good fight and she was in no position to decline the hesitation in her favour.
“I could shoot you now.” The human said and Lysera simply smirked, she had noticed the humans sidearm.
“I could throw this spear at you.” She retorted, raising it ever so slightly to make a point, but then her voice acquired a warm, hungry edge to it, “But that wouldn’t be as fun… And I want to have a lot of fun with you…”
The human snorted derisively, still passing her knife from hand to hand, “Oooh ho, I’m not throwing away this knife.”
“You don’t have to. Just the gun, for my spear.” Lysera said on the level, eagerness making her patience a challenge in itself.
“You mean… You’ll put down your spear and I’ll put down my gun and we’ll try to kill each other like civilised people?” The human answered sceptically, but as she thought about it and as she had more time to look over the chiselled imposing form of the massive Isiri, her eyes notably avoiding several key areas, she doubted her chances of winning should she go for her blade.
Slowly and with an open palm she reached down to unclip the still-holstered pistol from her belt, hesitating for a moment before tossing it away. Lysera grinned and laid her spear down respectfully, but stepped around away from it, putting it out of reach.
“Lysera.” The marine said matter of factly and was welcomed with another wide toothy smile.
“You seem to know me. I should know my foe.”
“Aurora.” The marine replied, knowing enough of Isiri custom to use her true name rather than the odd family name that human’s carried, “I need to know, where and when.”
Lysera laughed a little, understanding the human, their minds and natures akin, “At the last, little Aurora. You had me fooled up until your climb. The tracks were too clear and your scent too heavy. You would’ve had to me walk into a narrow stone passageway where the tracks would suddenly end and I would’ve had nowhere to go… Right?”
Aurora grit her teeth, “Almost… You would’ve triggered a few stun mines first.”
Lysera shook her head and her voice was a delicious mix of anticipation, glee and lust, “The ambush was too easy, your people mostly recruits. I wouldn’t be surprised if you picked that coward civilian just so she would surrender and tell us that her mission was as a colony scout. But no…” She shook her head, feeling her cock, soft between her thighs between to swell, “No, your mission wasn’t to shepherd weaklings around. You’re like me. You’re a hunter. The ambush, the redhead, the Isiri you wounded, the escape, the chase, it was all bait, bait for me. You were sent to capture a First and you made yourself irresistible prey.”
Aurora stayed silent, but Lysera could see in her expression just how right she was. She could see the tension building, noticed she was no longer passing the blade from hand to hand, instead holding it steady in her right. The fight would start quick and be over quick, Lysera readied herself, letting the fire course through her veins.
“You have impressed me, respected hunter.” Lysera bit her lower lip as her eyes trailed over the armoured body of her human counterpart, “But now I’m going to enjoy breeding you…”
The human raised her right arm and did something Lysera hadn’t thought of, she had anticipated the human closing fast, getting inside her reach to try and carve her up with that little knife of hers, what she hadn’t expected was to see the sliver of metal voluntarily released by its owner, or that it would be thrown at her.
Her body reacted before her mind could and, feet planted as they were, the only way to avoid the deadly throw was to allow her legs to collapse and to twist her body. The blade missed, albeit it only just and Lysera caught her fall with a hand, standing and unleashing an Isiri weapon seldom deployed.
She roared. Her shout so powerful that the sand around her stirred at it’s passing, thrumming as if a deep vibration was coursing through it. The warcry was often enough to slow and daze opponents, sometimes even rendering them unconscious acting similar to a human stun grenade, but Aurora was unphased.
She had hoped the warcry would’ve bought her just a couple of seconds to find her feet and stance again, but Aurora didn’t allow her the chance. She ducked under a heavily swung blow and slid through the sand, rising up above Lysera and throwing herself onto her back.
Lysera roared her anger as the battle lust took her but she felt the cold metal of the marines armour wrap around her neck, servo’s and joints audibly cracking and popping as force was exerted, the enhanced armour locking up and cutting off Lysera’s vital flow of air.
Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth wide, spit flying as she tried to roar Lysera threw herself backwards, feeling the shock of impact run through her as Aurora cried out, crushed between Lysera’s unyielding bulk and the rocky face.
As she rose to her feet she expected the human to fall limp, but instead she felt the woman’s strong legs wrap around her waist, gripping and squeezing as she continued to choke the life out of Lysera.
Lysera realised how far she had run, how far she had climbed and knew then that while she had figured out her opponents strategy she had underestimated the armour they came clad in, with a flash of panic she realised she might be in real danger, her body needing more air than any human at the height of her fury.
She tried to force down the fury to give her a few more precious seconds of consciousness, the light in her eyes already dimming as she tried to peel off the marines arms or legs, but they wouldn’t budge.
She thought about the armour, about what she had seen and about what it could do, tried to envision it through the growing haze of incomprehension and asphyxiation and had one last idea.
Lysera released herself, let go of every carefully constructed mental barrier, every studiously realised technique and allowed her fury to consume her. Power coursed through her aching limbs and she reached behind her with one hand, awkward and ungainly, but her fingers closed on a compartment on the human’s lower back.
Lysera felt lust, she felt pain, she felt fury and she felt alive. She fed the fire with all these and more as her vision blackened to a single white point and with a final exertion of effort she sank her fingers into the very armour of the marines back, gripped the now sparking battery and ripped it free in a scream of mangled metal and cables, tossing it aside to bounce in the sand.
The effect was immediate, the marines enhanced armour, giving her strength comparable to the Isiri became a metal prison as she fell from Lysera’s back, laying in the sand, twisting and writhing as she tried to come back to her feet.
Lysera gasped hard, never so grateful for the sweet taste of air as she fell to her knees, coughing and grunting with one palm in the sand.
As she turned her head towards Aurora she saw the human on her back, face white with sweat, her arm outstretched, fingers only inches away from the rifle that had been knocked from her hand just minutes before. She couldn’t reach it.
Acting quick to rebuild her mental control before the fire in her made her tear this human in two for having the audacity to almost have killed her, Lysera laughed at the sight, the brightness in her own voice at her victory and conquest ringing long and true even as one of Aurora’s fingers began to nudge the rifle’s butt.
“So close little Aurora, but now you are mine.” The force in the last word made Aurora wince, it was so heated and driven by passion, Lysera had meant the word ‘mine’ in every sense.
“Fuck you!” Aurora shouted and Lysera smirked, picking up her Lancer and strapping it to her back, the human could almost grab the stock of her gun with two fingers now.
She kicked it away a few inches and smirked, meeting Aurora’s gaze, “You want me, don’t you.”
Aurora shook her head and clenched her jaw as Lysera squatted down over her, her cock swelling quicker now, raising and thickening.
“Tell me you want me, you fucking human slut.” Lysera snarled, baring her elongated fangs. The fire might be contained enough to stop her from killing the human, but she let it burn bright enough to let her enjoy it.
Aurora spat and a line of pale saliva landed across Lysera’s face, she growled low and reached down, grabbing Aurora’s face and squeezing, eliciting a pained whimper as she drew their faces close.
“If you want to trade spit that’s fine by me…” She dug her fingers into the corners of Aurora’s jaw, forcing it open as she lowered her mouth. Aurora’s eyes flew wide and her scream was cut off as her pink little lips, soft and perfect, were speared by Lysera’s thick hot tongue.
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