Knight in Shining Alien?: Athrian Warriors Book One (17 page)

“No Heathrick, you guys go ahead, although I appreciate the offer. Is the other woman your Cordisa?” She asked as she strapped in with Marthos’ help.

“No, she is not our Cordisa, but we still feel responsible for her well-being. She is small and looked very bad. We both want to go with you and get revenge for her harsh treatment. Lurzar needs a beating for sure, but we will stay and watch over her. The bombs are set and she will have her revenge, although more merciful than what he deserves.” Heathrick told her while Shemrick just nodded when he finished speaking.

“Thanks for watching over her guys, if she wakes before I come back let her know I will visit her as soon as possible.” She requested of them as they had turned to walk off the ship.  She only got a raised hand for an acknowledgement. Three minutes later they were away she was amazed at how little jostling there was. Although, this left her with too much silence and time to concentrate on what was happening to her man.

Rometho went to the front and spoke with Bruthus is low tones, probably telling him the distance they needed before they could blow the ship.

Meanwhile Hailey was focusing on what was happening with Jarrek. He was lying on a weird table that looked more like an architect’s drawing table completely nude, with his wrists tied above his head. Varill watched from the side, as naked as Jarrek and lazily stroking himself, as he watched her beloved being tortured. Lurzar had broken the tibia and femur of his right leg. He was now working on cutting long jagged lines into Jarrek’s chest, down his abdomen and almost to his pubic area. The closer he came to that tender area the more Jarrek cried out. He knew that was what they wanted and tried to deny them, but Goddess it hurt.

Hailey felt as though she should be panting with the pain, but while she felt it, Jarrek was doing his best to block her from the agony. She was having a hard time deciding if she was grateful she wasn’t feeling all of the pain, or angry that he wouldn’t let her share the burden. She distracted herself with the compelling arguments on both sides while she waited for them to get close enough she could morph to Jarrek and then back. Let it be soon, she prayed. Her body was pushing her to morph to him.

Bruthus called out from the front that they were within six minutes of their target. Hailey looked to Marthos and Rometho and asked, “Does that mean I can morph to Jarrek safely?”

“Yes.” They both answered. Bruthus spoke up from the front though before she could try. “Wait, Hailey. I want to turn the ship back around, so that we are automatically headed away from the ship. This should give us a few more seconds to get clear before we blow up the ship. Every parasec is going to count on this one.” He told her.

“Let me know when. Someone give me a knife to cut the rope binding him to the table he is on,  I am monitoring him now and Lurzar just stepped away from Jarrek. I can’t tell if he is picking up another instrument of if something worse is coming, but we are about to lose the best moment to do this.” Hailey replied with her eyes closed. She was trying to force her body to hold off just another few seconds, but her symbiot knew they were about to lose their best opportunity. Someone slipped a blade into her hand so that she gripped the pommel of the blade.

“Now.” Bruthus said and she didn’t hesitate, but immediately let her body do exactly what it had been trying to force her to do for the last hour and morphed straight to Jarrek's side. He looked horrible and Hailey hated to touch him, but she quickly cut the bonds holding him to the table and wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could and looked into Varill’s astonished face. “So long fucker!” she cried before morphing them both to safety. Hailey never saw Lurzar, or how close he came to capturing both of them. She landed with a painful jolt back on the ship, with Jarrek on top of her, pushing her painfully into the seat that she had been sitting on. He immediately started to fall backwards towards the floor, and she knew that he was going to drag her on top of him. She didn’t want him to be hurt further, so shouted for Marthos and Rometho to help her.

They each grabbed an arm and dragged him to the back of the ship. She called out to Bruthus that they were on board, so that he could get them home as fast as possible. She was making her way back to medical to help the Rometho and Marthos care for Jarrek, when the ship rocked violently. She threw her arms straight out to catch herself from smacking head first into a wall. “What the hell?” she hollered and changed direction to go up front with Bruthus.

“Everyone brace for impact. Varill thought that he was sending a hit towards the Sh’dow al D’th, but found us instead. I am now completely visible to their ship and going as fast as possible away from them. I expect another blast at any moment. I will try to evade if possible, but strap in for a bumpy ride.” Bruthus sent out over the intercom. Hailey reached the cockpit and sat down next to him, strapping in.

“How can I help?” She asked.

Bruthus looked over at Hailey and then did a double take. “Are you hurt?” he asked quickly.

She glanced down at herself and saw all the blood that had freaked out Bruthus. “No, I’m okay. This is Jarrek’s blood. They did a real number on him. I want to be in there checking on him and helping them, but I figured I should stay out of the way. You guys are probably well versed in triage on one another.” She told him, then repeated her original question of, “How can I help?”

Bruthus turned his head back and watched his screens, maneuvering around the shots that Varill was throwing at them. “Right now, just say a prayer to the Goddess that I can get us all back to the ship alive.”

“Do you have any defensive capabilities on this ship? I understand it is a stealth ship, but surely you designed it with weapons?” She looked at the consoles readouts and joysticks. It reminded her greatly of a fighter pilot game she used to play with her male friends in high school. They went off to be military fighter pilots and this looked just like the games that they played. She just needed to figure out what joystick ran the targeting and which buttons were the weapons and what kind.

“It does have weapons, but I can’t run that system and still manually move the ship from the blasts from Varill’s ship.” Bruthus told her. Smiling a little that Hailey, who was such a small, little female thought to help fight. He would have laughed aloud, but heard her threaten Marthos and all of the bridge crew. He did not want her to target his balls next, so managed to swallow the mirth.

“Duh, Bruthus! Please do not act all stupid with me. I found the targeting stick, which button is what type of weapon? Do you have counter-measures to draw their fire from the ship? If so, is it the high left button above the control stick? What about missiles, or lasers, or even bulleted machine guns?” She asked in rapid bursts.

Seeing that Hailey was serious about trying to help, he swallowed his original laughter and thought to himself, “I have got to find myself one just like her.” His mind tried to go to the female that they had rescued, but he pushed it away. He then proceeded to tell her what button did what and watched in awe as she began to meet each burst head on, so that he didn’t have to move the ship around in jerky movements to get out of the way. They were beginning to gain distance from Varill’s ship and he waited with his breath held until they were in the range that Rometho had calculated. As soon as he crossed that distance, he sent out the frequency to blow Varill straight to Hell. He quickly told Marthos and Rometho that he had just detonated the bombs and to expect shockwaves.

Hailey cheered to hear they had done it. She immediately broke out into song with “We are the Champions of the World” by Queen, causing Bruthus to look at her strange and shake his head. Hailey had to change the words a little so that it was “We are the Champions of the Universe” instead. She belted out the lyrics for Bruthus’s amusement while he pushed a whole lot of buttons and took them back to the ship.

Bruthus sent a message to Loku of their success and immediate return with Jarrek seriously wounded. He added that he did not know how urgent his care was, as he had not seen him yet, but that Hailey was soaked in blood.

He added his report on how Hailey had helped with the weapons portion of their flight and the ships desperate need for repairs. Knowing that it would cause many raised brows and plenty of disbelief. If he had not seen for himself her incredible bravery, or how well she had picked up what she needed to do to overcome their situation, he would not believe it either. He would have sent that warrior to the ship’s doctors for an evaluation.

They were very close to the Sh’dow al D’th when the first shockwave hit them. It sent them wobbling a little before he smoothed it out and approached the docking bay. They had done it. They were victorious and Varill would trouble them no more. His only regret was that he was unable to see the explosion for himself. That would have been a great treat. He would inquire if anyone had thought to record it happening.

As soon as he had docked, he turned to Hailey who was undoing her own straps and said, “It was an honor to fight with you, my Queen. Are all the women of your planet like you?” He asked and his mind turned to the female they had rescued. He had felt something strange when he saw her, but was not sure what it was.

“No. We are all different. Some are good, bad, selfish, mean and so on. We are a diverse race. We have different religions and colors to our skin, hair and eyes. We are a race of unique individuals. That is why I both love and hate my people.”

“Bruthus, if you believe anything else I tell you, believe this; never, ever under estimate just what a woman is capable of. We are warriors, pilots, nurses, mothers, and anything that you can think of. We can do anything we put our mind to and will not let a man dictate to us what we can do. We will make up our own minds and Goddess help you if you get in our way.”

With that warning ringing in the air between them, she went to meet up with Marthos and Rometho so that she could be with Jarrek as they took him to medical. He was still alive, and that was all she cared about for now.

Jarrek shifted carefully under the blanket, ready to freeze the moment it hurt too much. When nothing hurt too badly he was relieved and worried that he had been out of it for too long. Opening his eyes, he had to blink a few times for everything to come into focus.

He was in his own quarters. Should he not be in medical? He remembered the pain of Lurzar cutting his way down his body. The pain when Lurzar began breaking the bones in his leg. Looking down and pulling the sheet from his naked body, Jarrek was surprised to see only small fading lines of pink. He did not think they would even leave much of a scar. Not that he cared over much for a few new scars. They were battle prizes and something of which to be proud. Not even his ribbed pinched or warned him to take it easy.

Pushing himself up against the headboard, he sat up and looked around the room. Where was his Cordisa? Closing his eyes, he searched for his other half and absorbed from her all that had happened while he had been in a healing sleep. What he discovered made him growl and push to her that he was going to seriously spank her ass! She had Sameth leave him asleep on purpose!

Then as he healed, she had run all over his ship talking to his warriors, asking questions from everyone, about life on their planet, how to run his ship and everything under the sun. She was a menace that he needed to discipline; she needed to learn how to show the proper respect to a warrior. Her place was by his healing body! She had met with captains from the other ships! She had tasked Sidhawk and Kirrek with bringing her mother to her. She was leaving a couple of ships to watch over her planet and so that the warriors could see if they could find their own Cordisa on her marble. She gave Loku his ship! Why? She had decided since the Goddess had such a feisty mate for his Second that he needed to be one of those tasked with protecting her planet until he found her. Where was he going? She had commandeered another ship’s Captain to take them to his planet!

That was it. She was so going to get spanked for this. Concentrating on where she was at this moment, he found her in the Goddesses chapel talking to her as though she would pop in at any moment. Which he guessed was possible, as she had done that once before. Hailey did not realize how incredibly blessed she was to have spoken with her the one time. He pushed his anger at her for leaving him asleep to heal. She sent back a shrug, unconcerned for the proposed spanking.

She pushed his stupidity at him. The fact he had decided to give up, to just quit. Not even trying to fight for her and what they could be together, but making a decision to try to kill Varill or die by his hands. Without thinking of how the bond would try to force her to morph to him and try to save him. He had almost killed them both with his decision. How she was scared to love him this way and the entirety of her life to this point. She showed him everything at once in a tightly packed capsule that exploded inside his head. It physically rocked him back into the headboard. Her life had been horrible on so many levels. The only bright spot of her entire life was her mother and her best friend. Two women who loved her and she loved back with a devotion bordering on insanity. They had kept his fragile love together with either the unconditional love of a mother or a friendship that had been tested in the fires of pain and a mutual abuser.

Jarrek watched her life flow by in fast, painful memories. He saw how close he had come to never having known her at all. She was moments away from taking her life, before the Goddess had sent her mother to bring her back from the edge. He saw the days she had spent tending his body before going to watch how their daughter continued to grow at a rapid pace and how scared that made her.  He watched her make decisions about her life, why she questioned everyone on board and why she had made the arbitrary decisions she knew that he would make if he were in the condition to do so. While he had been healing these last two weeks, she had been absorbing his life. How his life experiences had shaped him as a man and the future king of his planet. She had fallen in love all over again and now knew all the way to her marrow, he was perfect for her. Not necessarily perfect, he could still make her crazy and she knew she would drive him to pull his hair out, but that in the end, there was no one else who could complete her so perfectly.

He had tears forming in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks for the pain she had endured before he found her. He wanted to blow the little marble out of the sky, but knew she would not want that. He felt the love explode in his chest as he watched his daughter grow and develop. He could not wait to meet her and hold her in his arms. He wanted her mother more now, though. He needed to hold her. Affirm that she was his, and real and forever his beloved.

Hailey wanted the same thing. She had quickly excused herself from the Goddesses room and made her way to Jarrek. He wanted to spank her and she had no objection at all. She wanted to do the same thing to him. She had worried for the first twelve hours, as it was touch and go for a moment. Then Jarrek had just, leveled out and began to heal. She said a very heartfelt thank you to the Goddess. She could feel her touch in Jarrek’s recovery. She checked on the other earth woman, who, while healing, was still in a coma. Sameth could not figure out what was going on, but she explained to Sameth about traumatic situations that left a person in a comma while they dealt with what had happened. The human brain was a fascinating organ and their scientists still did not know all that the brain was capable of. It had eased his mind a little, but he watched her carefully. She was not his Cordisa either, she had inquired. So far, no one in the medical ward was her Corduva. That did not slow their devotion to her care. She was female and to be put first in all things. These warriors really believed it.

Absorbing Jarrek’s life had been fascinating. It was as if she was watching a movie inside her head that went on and on, but you never had to hit pause to go to the bathroom or get dinner. It just continued to show her unless she told it to give her a break while she watched her daughter grow and develop. It was a fascinating process to see. She had often been pulled away or reprimanded, as she got lost in watching her daughter. Then they had forced her to eat and take care of herself. She tried to think of names for her daughter, but she hadn’t found anything that just seemed perfect to her. She was hoping to get suggestions from her mom when she got here, which should be at any moment. She had sent Kirrek and Sidhawk to her planet to kidnap her momma five days ago. She knew it wouldn’t be easy and had warned them both, but she figured they would learn about earth women soon enough. She had also told them to bring back lots of microwave popcorn. She already knew that watching her momma with these warriors was going to be so entertaining that she would kick herself if she didn’t ask for the popcorn to watch the show.

The person she would miss the most was her best friend. She had given a long letter to Sidhawk and Kirrek to give to her friend, so that she knew that Hailey was alive, but she was off on an adventure of a lifetime. She offered her the chance to come with her on this journey, but couldn’t see Grace taking her up on it. Well, her momma would come. She had not one doubt on that score, it’s just she would want to pack the whole house to bring it with her. Momma of the big purse, because you never know just what you may need in any given situation. She wished for a moment that she had asked Sidhawk to video that meeting. It was sure to be entertaining. In fact, she may have to ask Jarrek to make that a decree. That any interaction with earth woman would have to be recorded. For historical purposes of course, not just for the entertainment factor. She could almost believe she meant that. No, she couldn’t. It was just too funny how these warriors strived to understand the speech and slang.

              Hailey walked into the room she shared with Jarrek, who immediately pinned her with a stare; hot enough to just about melt the clothes from her body. In a half of a second, she was wet and ready for whatever he wanted from her body.

“Cordisa.” Jarrek growled at her in his thick, sexy brogue.

“Corduva.” She answered his growl with a slow, slinky walk towards him, while reaching for the ties on her gown. Two tugs later, she was naked and Jarrek was eating her up with his eyes.

“I find myself with a small dilemma, my love.” Jarrek rasped.

Running her hands down her chest, she circled her nipples as they tightened under his stare. “Hmm, that feels good. What dilemma would that be, my mate?” She asked and stopped at the end of the bed.

“You are in great need of a spanking, my dear. Yet, I want to sink myself inside you right away. I need you desperately. I want to reaffirm our bond.” Jarrek told her.

“That is no dilemma, my love, as you may have me any way that you want me. Should I lie across your lap? Should I crawl up your body and lick my way up? I could always climb on and sink that thick cock deep inside me and ride us both to completion.” She told him while continuing to pinch her nipples under his watchful eye. She started to run her hand down her stomach to play along her folds, but he growled and then pounced. For such a large man, he was very fast. He went from reclining against the bed to lunging forward to wrap his arms around her and turned so that she landed on her back on the bed, while her legs hung over the edge. She spread them wide as he dropped to his knees and attacked her pussy as though starving.

He gripped her hips in an almost punishing hold; he used tongue, lips and teeth to consume her pussy. She gripped his head in her hands and fisted them in his hair, unsure if she was going to pull him away so that he was a little gentler or if she was pushing his face in her cunt begging for more, harder, faster. It did not seem to matter to Jarrek, as he was feasting on her cunt the way that he wanted and was not going to be held back. She could hear the MINE that sang across their link and it caused shivers of need to swim in her veins. She was soaking his face in her juices and it was audible how wet her pussy was. It made small, squelching sounds as he feasted.

She felt no embarrassment over her bodies’ reaction to him, she reveled in how he got her body to sing and respond to him. Jarrek nipped her clit with his teeth sending her straight over the edge screaming her orgasm. He gave her body no time to come down, as he got to his feet and picked her up at the same time, he slammed her cunt onto his cock in a fierce move that had her screaming again. Not in pain, but because she exulted his savagery, soaking his animalistic need for her and returning it. He held her as though she weighed nothing and slid her up and down his cock in hard, fast jabs. He was chanting his love to her along their link. How wonderful she felt on his cock, how much he loved her and would worship her body, how forever with her would only be the start of their love. Jarrek rammed her body on his shaft pulling her hips forward so that her clit hit his pelvic bone and sent pleasure through her body, tightening that core of tension and winding it tighter and tighter until she felt as though she would die when it burst in orgasm.

“Close, oh, so close. More please. Love you.” She chanted to him between breaths, until she broke screaming his name and leaving long, deep gouges down his back from her nails. “Jarrek!”

Jarrek felt her pussy flutter and tighten on his cock, could feel along their bond that she was about to explode and pounded her a little harder and faster. He gave her what she needed to send her over, knowing that her pussy would tighten so much she would take him with her. When she dug her nails in his back and raked them down, the pain of her cutting into his skin caused his to break first. He was screaming his orgasm a second before it all burst for her and she came screaming his name. He hoped the fire on his back scarred. It would be an honor to carry the proof of how well he loved her on his body.

He staggered to the bed, lay back down, and pulled her on top of his body. He needed a minute to catch his breath. She made him strong, weak, dizzy, so in love and a million other emotions that he needed a moment to catch up. His breathing and hers began to even out before he could sort through his more prevalent emotions. Jarrek decided that he could not say how he felt. He could not come up with the correct words, or words that actually encompassed the depth and breadth of what he was feeling, so it would be easier to send them to her through their bond.

“I love you too, Jarrek. They just haven’t invented a word that is large enough to hold what we feel for each other. I will love you for eternity comes the closest, and is nowhere near enough.” She told him as he struggled to say what he felt.