The Wolf of Verdun
Taking some well-deserved leave, Wolfe and Sniperess spend some quality time together down on Verdun.
This is the end of Big Bad Wolfe. Unfortunately there will be no more after this, seasons 2 and 3 had cool ideas, but have been cancelled. This will have to serve as an ending.
1
I woke up the next morning dead. Not just dying. Dead. Whatever the hell it is that causes a hangover, it had me hard. My eyes wouldn’t open. My limbs wouldn’t respond, and parched lips parted in a long, pained groan that hurt almost as bad as my head as it came out.
It took a while for me to get my dry abrasive eyes open, and a moment longer to focus my vision. Then it hit me. My sheets weren’t nearly as starchy as they should have been. And the mattress was soft, so unlike laying on the almost literal brick that passed as a bunk back in my quarters.
And most of all…
“That’s not my ceiling,” I commented.
The vapid comment was answered by the familiar voice with unwavering confidence that made my heart beat faster with terror.
“Well, it’s about time you’re up. You have duty in half an hour,” mom commented.
Hangover be damned I sat bolt up right, eyes darting about my mother’s private officer’s quarters. Natalie was half dressed, one foot up on the foot of her bed as she pulled a dark stocking up along the length of her sleek leg. Her uniform was laid out nearby, but she only wore her lingerie. It was a sight more revealing that the BDSM mistress outfit she’d worn during our serious mother-son talk.
Sitting up, not wearing any pants – or any clothes for that matter – in mom’s quarters, on her bed, my eyes widened with horror. “Oh, God! What happened last night?”
“You don’t remember?” Mom huffed, straightening and setting her hands on her shapely hips. “I’d be offended if I wasn’t aware how drunk you were. I guess you get a pass this time.”
“What happened!? What did I d-…” I stopped dead as a large lump moved in the sheets beside me, and I drew the covers back to reveal an equally hungover, equally naked sangheilli laying beside me. “Terp!?”
Honestly, I don’t know if waking up next to mom’s toy-boy makes my situation better or so much more worse.
“I feel terrible,” Terp groaned. “Someone please identify the lekgolo that beat me senseless last night.”
“It wasn’t a hunter that fucked you up, dear.” Mom strode over in her underwear, leaned over the edge of the bed, then kissed Terp tenderly on the mandibles. “Just me.”
As mom stroked her partner, I felt something sleek and firm brush my bare leg. And pulling the sheets off the lump on my opposite side, I’m treated to a half-naked Sniperess. She was snoozing, topless with her perky breasts on full view as she coddled lazily against my side. Sheathing the sleek curvature of her rear as she spooned my leg was the black lace of a pair of strangely human looking panties I’ve never seen her wear before.
Mom rounded the bed and leaned over my girlfriend the same way she’d leaned over my friend. Kissing Sniperess down her neck, Natalie plucked the elastic of the panties across the young elite’s bare hip with a soft snap.
“I’ll want these back tonight, young lady.” Her lips pecked down Sniperess’ bare shoulder and down along her chest until she met the bare nipple with a lingering smooch, tongue working in fitful circles across the erect flesh. “Preferably with you in them.”
Sniperess’ eyes fluttered in pleasure, her body flexing tighter against the human woman as she squeaked softly: “Yes, mistress~!”
Staring at the two coddling with my jaw so agape it may have appeared to be dislocated, I was very confused as to whether I should have been glad, turned on or terrified at the fact my alien girlfriend and my weird kinky mom were getting along like this.
Captain Wolfe straightened up a little, to a disappointed moan coming from Sniperess. Her long, alien fingers touched mom’s slim thigh and delicately felt higher and higher towards the black lace in the little gap where the older woman’s thighs met.
“I like your new girlfriend, Timber. She’s very…”
Mom’s eyes suddenly fluttered as Sniperess’ fingers found what they were looking for, and biting her bottom lip she added, “enthusiastic,” in a wavering voice crackling with erotic subtext.
Then it hit me. My feelings settled on ‘horrified,’ but ‘aroused’ at the same time. ‘Horroused.’
2
The snow-dusted village on the Verdun mountaintop warmed in the early spring sun. Banks of snow had reduced since last time I was planetside and there were pretty little flowers starting to bloom as the earth thawed over the change of seasons.
I’d picked one of the yellow ones and pinned it into Sniperess’ hair, much to her delight. Every few minutes she diligently felt down the side of her head to make sure it was still there, smiling fondly the whole time.
We were on leave, some much deserved time off given all that had happened lately. And we’d decided to spend it together down on Verdun. Sniperess’ friend Esere was close with the village elders in the mountains and organised us a little trip among the Sangheili colonists.
They were of course all too happy to receive us when it was revealed I was none other than the Wolf of Verdun.
Arm in arm, Sniperess and I skirted the cliffside on the southern edge of the village, overlooking the ruins of the shield tower I’d demolished when all this ‘Wolf of Verdun’ stuff began. That was months ago at this point. How many months, I couldn’t say exactly. It was hard keeping track of time given the whirlwind of sexy alien adventures that followed.
A cool wind buffeted us a few steps and I felt Sniperess squeeze against me a little more as the ends of her flimsy gown were thrown up by the gust. Her hard nipples poked through the sleeve of my shirt and I felt her shiver slightly, though her gaze remained warm and devoid of discomfort.
If I didn’t know better, and I did, I would have thought she’d worn that gown out of some optimism that the weather would be much warmer, considering the sun was out. But feeling her nipples graze my arm through my shirt, then glancing up at the way her eyes narrowed seductively, I had a good idea what was going on.
As we looked down at the rusting remains of the shield tower I’d blown up at the start of this whole ‘Wolf of Verdun’ phase of my life I struck up conversation.
“It looks to me like we are officially dating. Are you going to give me your name now?”
She chuckled. “You know what it will take to learn my name, lover.”
“You’re serious about marrying me?”
She thought for a second then tilted her head back and forth. “Yes and no… I realise our relationship is… unusual. And that is what I like about it the most.” “I don’t mean to rush you into anything, lover. But while I am definitely not a traditional Sangheili girl, there are some traditions I like to uphold.”
“Honour and such.”
“And such.” She smile and added teasingly, “You know, an honourable man would have asked me to marry him after our first time together. Us being unwed but coupling almost every night makes me feel used. Like you are taking advantage of me. Using my body simply for your own pleasure.”
I gulped. “Well, that’s not at all what I’m-…”
“The thought arouses me.”
Hearing that made my cock spring to life and I immediately changed my tune. “Woman, I want you nude in my bed in the next thirty seconds. One… two… three…”
Despite my tone, Sniperess giggled, then took my hand and led me – slowly, mind you –to our cabin.
3
Our time on leave wasn’t all slippery and sweaty, breathless indulgence in each other’s bodies. Amazingly, we somehow managed to intersplice our time naked in bed with typical Sangheili dates. Those being long mountain hikes, range-time and sparring.
I’ll admit, not my most relaxing holiday, given I was going everywhere armoured and armed to the teeth (I didn’t want the local Sangheili to think of me as some kind of sissy, after all) but time spent exclusively with Sniperess was well worth it. Especially when after a long day of adventure, we got to unwind in a hot spring further up the mountain.
With a sigh, I relaxed on the water’s edge, arms draped either side across the warm stones and soaking in the bliss. The hidden little mountaintop oasis was sheltered by thick brush, totted with rain-kissed ferns and wildflowers. Birds cackled in the treetops, but the space was isolated and tranquil, bathed in a perpetual mist that steamed from the water’s surface.
As much as I tried to meditate though, I couldn’t help curl my lips into a smirk a the sensation of something slipping into the water next to me. Cracking an eyelid, I saw it was Sniperess, descending gracefully by my side and wearing a sangheili fuck-me-look like only she could. The way she waded through the steaming azure depths reminded me of a predator gliding effortlessly through it’s dark domain, but bare breasted, sensual and unabashed by the sheer desire sparkling in her eyes.
“Enjoying your time off?” she asked and I chuckled as if the answer should have been obvious.
“I am.”
“Good. Because its time to get back to work.” She turned and arched her back with feline-like elegance as she perched herself in my lap. “Make yourself useful and wash my back.”
Feeling her shift her weight, sliding the soft curves of her ass higher up along his thighs and against the rapidly growing erection under the water, I started to rub water over her back. Slowly, working down from her shoulders across her shoulder-blades, carefully following the lines of her backbone and tracing the ridges and valleys that wound their way to her lower back. A low, satisfied moan escaped Sniperess’ mandibles as I lingered around her slim, shapely waist.
The feel of her slick skin and her firm flesh drove a primitive, intense hunger through me and I felt my erection rise into the crease between her perfectly formed buttocks. I couldn’t resist any longer, and with patience slipping away I explored the contours of her body back upwards to cup her voluptuous breasts – each one a perfect fit in my hands. Heavy and soft, yet firm and athletic like the rest of her.
Her own hand snaked down my body, her eyes closed in bliss as she felt along the swelling evidence of my own longing.
Turning slowly with a hungry look on her race, Sniperess then settled on her knees, straddling my lap and elegantly guided my need to her hot entrance. The hot spring water was rippling around us as we moved, creating an intoxicating dance. My hands roamed up her mid-riff to her breasts and teased her nipples, drawing a deep moan from the sangheilli.
Her grip tightened around my cock and she sank down, guiding me into her inch by inch, until we were fully connected. The heat of the spring water dissipated under the inferno of her rippling body hugging me tight, and we both moaned in delirious pleasure.
Sniperess’ skilled hips didn’t miss a beat, setting a torturously slow yet achingly sensual tempo. The slickness of her body was welcoming, drawing me deep into her warmth. Her muscles clenched as she moved, massaging my tense muscles with every stroke of her body rising and falling with slow eroticism.
“I’m going to cum?~!” she moaned with an excited tremor in my ear.
Hearing her say it so plainly was hotter than it had any right to be. And as she touched the finish line, I caught up in the same instant, rushing after her. My loins tightened and clenched as if I could hold back the torrent, then released on a down-stroke of her body, hilting inside her quivering depths, filling her creamy pussy with my seed.
“Yes! Fill me! Fill me up… more! Moooohhhhrrre, pleeeaaaasee~!” her eyes were rolled back into the back of her head and her mandibles hung slack as I poured everything I had into her. Every drop was her, and then every drop of the next load, and the next; it was all for her, every part of me, forever.
“Again, my love-toy,” she whispered with a tinkling little giggle in my ear. “Please fill me again.”
Okay, I take it back. A sizeable chunk of our vacation was all slippery and sweaty, breathless indulgence in each other’s bodies.
4
Shit went down in the valley on our way back from the hot springs. The rush of plasma weapons fire rose up to meet us, and I paused to look over to Sniperess. She looked back, just as surprised before we reached for our weapons at the same time. Her carbine came of her back the same time as my assault rifle and she charged down the hill and out of the treeline.
The village we’d been staying in along the ridge was on fire. Huts burned, sangheili colonists scattered, a few trying to throw buckets of well-water onto the blue plasma blazes to no effect. And mingling among the plain-clothed aliens was the shimmer of sleek combat armour, and the flash of plasma rifles.
Sangheili in Covenant loyalist uniforms, organised to a point I hadn’t seen in a long time. These sangheili didn’t seem to have the usual backup of grunts and jackals, or even brute mercenaries, but then they didn’t need it. They were cutting a bloody swathe through the village of what should have been their kinsmen, meeting almost zero resistance.
At least until Sniperess slid to a halt in a low crouch, braced her carbine on a boulder and let loose a shot. The pulse carbine barked, streaking a laser through the air that surgically lobotomised one of the loyalists mid-stride.
They didn’t seem to have shields at least.
“Set!” Sniperess reported. “Covering!”
That was followed by three trigger pulls and two more bodies flopping into the snow. The third took a glancing hit to a pauldron, the oblique angle of energy dissipating impact plating smouldering as the shot bounced off. But the force made the sangheili cry out, pirouetting to the ground before unceremoniously scrambling behind a hut to break line of sight.
“Bounding!” I yelled, rushing down the hill. Plasma rushed up to meet me, but Sniperess was already laying down effective fire, forcing the sangheili into cover. Their pot shots didn’t come anywhere near me.
As I ran I was on my comms. “This is Sergeant Wolfe to all UNSC personnel in range! We have Covenant loyalists in the mountaintop village! Somebody, anybody, respond!” I ducked into the shadow of a rock near the edge of the village and slowed, bringing my rifle level and leaning out.
A flash of blue crossed my sights and I let him have it with a long burst. My rounds cut through the sangeheili’s mid-section, armour piercing rounds making short work of his lightly protected mid-riff. But the fucker was tough, recoiling back into cover and sending back a stream of plasma bolts that in turn forced me to back up a little. When I poked my head back out the loyalist was gone, ducking behind another hut. And from behind yet another a flanking loyalist almost tagged me with another burst.
Is swivelled and suppressed, bullets tearing fist sized holes out of the roughshod masonry. But that was all I could do. During my run down the hillside the loyalists had spread out, and now Sniperess couldn’t concentrate her fire on all of them at once. They were popping out in more frequency like a long range game of whack-a-mole, keeping me at bay with alternating streams of suppressing fire. I needed a machine gun… and maybe a dozen more guys to even the odds.
Even as I thought it, I heard my comms crackle to life.
“Stand by, Timber. Drop incoming.”
I blinked. “Mom?”
As if to answer, orbital drop pods whistled out of the sky and slammed heavily into the ridge with a precision I’ve never been able to attain in my entire ODST career. A little over a dozen, slamming home one after the other before lids popped open and figures clad in black armoury identical to mine rushed out, a mixture of battle rifles, assault rifles and shotguns roaring as they pushed to the village edge.
Among them was a familiar slender figure in prototype armour. Captain Wolfe pushed into the rock beside me and levelled a light machine gun. “Ready to move?” she asked coyly, and without waiting for an answer she unleashed a stream of belt-fed destruction. The villagers were not going to be happy with the state of their village afterwards, but the loyalists were getting what they deserved.
As I ducked around her and pushed forward, her shift of fire cut down two of the loyalists trying to run. I tagged a third in my dead sprint as he tried to get a bead on mom. A fourth appeared on my flank though, holding me dead-to-rights. I wasn’t going to be able to turn in time… but I didn’t need to.
In a flash of muscle and energy, Terp surged out of his own drop pod and swung an energy sword, cleaving the offending sangheili in two.
Sniperess in her roost, mom at my back and now Terp? The whole damn gang was here.
The Sangheili interpreter laughed, then tipped his head back and howled like a wolf. My own visor turned skyward and mimicked the sound.
Sniperess, having pushed forward during the loyalist retreat, rolled her eyes as she moved past us, muttering, “Boys.”
We shrugged, then turned and followed her forward. The line was still pushing and it was getting harder to keep up. We were steamrolling the Covvies at this point. They’d been expecting helpless farmers and civilians. Now they were getting butt-fucked without so much as a courtesy lick for their effort.
As usual, the luck didn’t last. We moved from hut to hut, working around civilians and directing medics to the wounded, murdering loyalists as we went. That was when the whine of anti-grav engines rose over the ridge. A phantom drop ship banked hard over the village, flying the Covenant colours. Its plasma gun glowed wickedly, then strafed a line of fire through the middle of the village. Several ODST flash boiled into a pink mist. The rest staggered and pulled back. Someone had a rocket launcher and a missile streaked through the sky, impacting the side of the craft, but didn’t leave so much as a dent. The plasma gun swivelled towards my position as I waved Sniperess and Terp back…
Then the phantom exploded. It spun through the air, dropping like a rock and slammed into the sheer mountainside where the edge of the village dropped off, a terrible noise of crunching metal announcing it’s tumble further down into the valley and out of sight, before it’s live was punctuated with a distant ‘BOOM!’
Looking up, I saw another phantom take its place. This one flew some very familiar colours belonging to a certain shipmistress. And some of Mistress’ girly pirates were visible in the troop bay with carbines.
“Shipmistress, is that you?” I asked on the channel I knew she’d be likely to use.
Either I was just that smart, or I got lucky, but Mistress’ voice filled my helmet with that haughty, alluring voice of hers. “Of course. Who else would it be? Continue your push, Wolf of Verdun. I will keep the skies clear for you.”
The dropship swooped low and the lithe kig-yar leaped out and onto several hut rooftops to perch themselves and lay accurate fire into clusters of loyalists.
With air-superiority and sniper fire on our side, we surged across the open village square and into the next set of huts. A concentration of loyalists were gathering on our flank where the village sloped off into a gentler, grassy valley. I half considered calling up an ODST with grenades to start flushing them out.
I didn’t get the chance as one of the huts exploded, flinging three Covenant sangheili like ragdolls into the air. And billowing out of the dust cloud came the familiar, curved figure of Lady Zestous, swinging a gravity hammer in a wide arc above her head. She roared at the top of her lungs, and at her command a stream of jiralhanae streamed past her carrying what essentially boiled down to sticks and rocks, which they used with brutal effectiveness.
I laughed, disregarding my thoughts from earlier. Now the whole gang was here.
The loyalists didn’t stand a chance as we swept the rest of the village, taking back hut after hut, building after building. There was little space left for them to hide as our battle line worked like a Covvie-murdering net along the mountain ridge.
We were almost in the clear when a spray of plasma bolts flickered across a thoroughfare between two long stable-like structures, burning the brick and mortar walls and causing air-pockets in the stone to pop noisily with a spray of debris. Several ODST dove for cover, cursing.
I dropped with them, then rolled onto my belly, bracing my rifle prone. The shooter vaulted out a window, firing wildly with a plasma rifle as the sangheili loyalist darted for the edge of the village in mad dash to escape.
“Nuh-uh, where are you going?” I muttered, tracking him with my rifle.
The weapon barked once and the sangheili crumbled. I’d tagged him through the spine, cutting his legs out from under him. But that didn’t stop him from dragging himself into the nearest hut. He’d left quite a streak of purple blood by the time I caught up.
Posting up on one side of the open door, I watched Sniperess take the other side before we shared a nod, indicating we were ready. I was in first, sweeping right, and Sniperess piled in after to cover my blind-side.
There wasn’t much in the way of corners for the wounded loyalist to hide, so he hadn’t even tried. He’d dragged himself against an upturned wooden table and lay there, clutching a gut wound with a plasma pistol in hand. He barely had the strength to raise it by the time I moved over and kicked it aside.
The sangheili winced, hawked up a wad of blood and spat it at my boots. “Art Loko from the Paradise Flotilla sends his regards,” the sangheili wheezed.
“Figured that asshole would rear his ugly head again,” I growled, standing over the sangheili, then barked over my shoulder: “Medic! Lets get this guy fixed up, then he can take a phantom home to tell his boss we’re coming to kick his ass.”
Figures filed into the hut behind me as the sangheili laughed through his pain. “Save your bluster. He already knows. He’s expecting it. In fact, my master relishes the opportunity to face you again. You’ve only seen a fraction of his power. A small speck of the sheer force and armies at his command. Paradise Flotilla welcomes your defiance, Wolf of Verdun.” He put mocking emphasis on my nickname, which I admit stung a little. “My brothers from the Flotilla have set their sights on you and all your little friends.”
I followed his gaze and glanced over my shoulder. Everyone was there. All the allies and friends I’d made in the last while. Mom was at my shoulder, flanked by Terp. Sniperess was on my arm, and beside her Lady Zestous leaned on her gravity hammer, and Mistress slung a carbine casually on her slim shoulders.
I grinned, then looked back at the enemy loyalist who lay dying alone at my feet while I stood with the might of my friends at my back. “Yeah? Bring it.”