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Chapter 1

The strain of the alien dropship’s engines was more felt than heard. It buzzed trough his armoured boots as he stood on the threshold between the cockpit and the hold. The marine had prime real estate from which to view the lush violet forests of Verdantia blur beneath them, sparkling rivers winding through the landscape like silver threads and alien flora painting a breathtaking landscape under a pink hued sky where the low autumn sun ignited splashes of orange across the clouds.

That threshold was also the last line of defence between his most precious commodity up there in the air, careening over the mountaintops at nearly a thousand kilometres per hour. Without them he’d be helpless, so the marine held his ground between the mauw pilots and their cargo’s disproportionately big mouth; disproportionately large and loud for such a small package anyway.

“Honestly, why are we not there yet? Private, did I tell you to stop fanning me? Faster, private! I demand a breeze worthy of royalty. And why is this pillow so coarse? You there, fetch me something softer. My tail requires fine silk and nothing less. And where is my drink? I asked for water two minutes ago!”

Sergeant John Avery sighed, a sound that was lost entirely under the young mauw woman’s symphony of entitlement that had gone on for as long as they’d been airborne. Hence his defensive posture between the mauw royalty and his pilots. Like with the soldiers, who were pitter-patting back and forth across the deck behind him, these boys wouldn’t be able to help themselves when her ladyship demanded something of them. Per instinct, the mauw men would bend over backwards for their women. And Avery honestly couldn’t have that right now, especially considering their current altitude and air-speed.

At the mention of her missing water, one of the pilot’s perked up. His triangular ear flickered through the slits in his helmet and he turned to direct his large feline eyes up to Avery.

The human gestured him to turn his head back. “Eyes on the sky, buck-o,” he warned like a drill instructor ‘advising’ a green recruit on how to survive the next ten seconds without an ass-chewing.

The pilot had known Avery long enough to learn that tone and quickly whirled around again to pay attention to what he was doing.

Behind him somewhere, the appropriately named ‘Princess’ let out an aggravated sigh.

“Why is this water warm? I need cool water. not cold. Not warm. Cool!” There was a clatter of a plastic cup as the container was thrown across the deck in a hissy fit. “And why did you give it to me in a plastic container? What are we, barbarians? My lips require pure crystal. Nothing on this ship is proper. Rest assured I’ll be delivering a very detailed report to my mother and I can assure you she’ll be as disappointed in you all as I am.”

Avery grit his teeth and bowed his head. A gloved hand pressed to his helmet and ran down along his greyed out visor.

[i]Smile and wave[/i], he thought to himself as patiently as he could manage. [i]Just a few more hours to the palace. Just smile and wave.[/i]

He could feel his blood cool from a simmer and any second his zen would return-…

“And Corporal Tabs, straighten my tiara. A crooked crown is an insult to the Matriarchy!”

[i]Fuck it!

[/i]The final straw eliciting a bone crunching snap from the camel’s proverbial back, Avery whipped around on the spot to address the gaggle of soldiers he’d called his own until this mauw taskmaster had strutted aboard like she owned the place. Though technically by rules of the Mauw Matriarchy, she did own them.

Princess certainly looked the part, sitting in the centre of the hold on a luxurious throne her diligent followers had fashioned her out of crates and ammo boxes. Her pale purple fur with white accents, so sleek it had the appearance of skin, shimmered in the hold’s lights where it was revealed on her long legs, her elegant tail, bare arms and cleavage. Her taut fitted dress followed the feminine contours of her slim, slender figure which quite suited the overall feline aspect of the mauw.

Her face was essentially that of a cat, with large expressive pink eyes and tall triangular ears, twitching nose and a human like mouth with dark purple lips that contrasted her light fur.

She sat straight and proper as she surveyed the ring of mauw soldiers kneeling around her. They wore their tight battle suits with visors drawn down over their faces, but grovelled at the pointed gold stilettoes of their mistress, tending to her every need like heavily armed servants.

One, Avery noted, was up on his feet and reached over to straighten the high-tech looking tiara atop Princess’ head which glowed with holographic gems reminiscent of asirae hieroglyphics throwing a blueish light around the hold. The corporal saw Avery’s brisk turn, his anger shrouded by the bulky tactical cuirass the human wore, but the posture was familiar enough to make the mauw freeze in place.

“Corporal Tabs, stand fast,” he ordered, flicking two fingers in a gesture toward some cargo netting. “Continue checking our mission critical equipment is properly stowed and secured! Good to go?” he added in a typical Astro Corps bark.

Tabs remained in place for a moment, looking from the human to his mistress, then back again. But something of a relieved resolve entered his big red eyes as he locked Avery’s gaze and puffed out his skinny chest.

“Rah, sir!” Tabs barked like a fresh recruit transitioning out of civilian life on that frightful first day of boot camp.

Avery had only been at these boys a few weeks now, but they were doing as well as anyone could in such a short time. What the mauw boys tended to lack in mettle they more than gained in enthusiasm and eagerness to please. It was what made them such good servants of the Matriarchy.

And it wasn’t Avery’s job to change that. He wasn’t there to upset any sort of status quo or incite a rebellion against the matriarchs. The Mauw Matriarchy had been allies of SolCon for a long time. But the mauw defence forces were honestly lacking. So especially with Fourth Realm escalating their campaign of violence in the frontier, liaisons such as Avery were deployed to the various allies of humanity. Give them all a warm SolCon Astro Corps tactical kick up the butt, so to speak.

Avery’s job wasn’t just to whip this squad of mauw soldiers into shape so they might train a more effective next generation of infantry in the future. It was also his job to share some of his culture, as well as learn about theirs. As such they’d taught him to speak the mauw native tongue fluently.

And in return he taught them to regain a little bit of their masculinity. Not to the point it made them unbearable to work with under mauw culture. But just enough to make them better prepared for the violence Fourth Realm promised the entire galactic community in the near future.

And the best way Avery knew to teach them was the good old fashioned Astro Corps way.

As Corporal Tabs moved swiftly off to do as he was told, Avery managed to hold Princess’ aghast gaze in his own. She looked simply scandalised, with her mouth hanging open to reveal a rough fuchsia tongue inside, and her pink eyes blazing with impetuous anger.

But Avery wasn’t even done, let alone ready to back down just because she was giving him a dirty look.

“Calico, get your team back on your door guns. Chester, you’re supposed to be maintaining the ramp. Rip, Claw? Did you finish that equipment check yet?”

The skinniest of the mauw soldiers turned, looking innocently up at the human. “N-no, not yet sergeant.”

“Then not all our rifles and mags are accounted for then,” Avery discerned harshly.

“But I’m quite sure we didn’t lose any in the field.”

“Bet. I’m sure when a life or death situation comes up ‘quite sure’ will be enough to see you through, rah?”

The mauw boy gulped, then nodded to drag his battle buddy off to finish their inventory. They’d learned under the looming threat of laps around the barracks and an unseemly amount of pushups that you were either prepared for the worst, or unprepared. Ther was no ‘quite’ in Avery’s philosophy.

Honestly, Avery was usually friendlier around these guys. He hadn’t had to talk to them in his impression of a drill instructor for a while now. But something about Princess’ presence was reverting them to their old ways of uncertain idling.

Princess’ imperious stilettos clicked sharply on the deck as she leapt to her feet, the shimmering dress she wore hardly covering her hips and revealing the full length of her legs that seemed to go for weeks. Golden straps affixed the pointed toes and high heels to her feet around the ankle and spider-webbed halfway up her sleek purple calves, the position up on her toes tightening her thighs and firming her rear through the flimsy dress. Her back arched a little as she squared her shoulders back and set her delicate hands on her sleek hips, trying to appear tall and in charge.

But even in those heels and with all that effort put into her posture, she was just barely eye-level with Avery’s armoured chest-plate.

“Don’t you know who my mother is? How dare you so openly countermand my orders, serf!” Princess hissed angrily.

“Easily. I just did. And I’m not your ‘serf,’ ma’am.” Avery added calmly, some of his anger abating as he addressed the literal mauw royalty. But he kept his tone firm. Even as a typical enough sergeant, he was the most senior NCO on the dropship and command of the escort mission had been given to him by the mauw army higher-ups.

“I am the daughter of Verdantia’s prime matriarch and-…” Princess started to say, her feline nostrils flaring and an ugly glare crossing her otherwise pretty features; but Avery raised a finger and interrupted her.

“And you are a passenger aboard this military vessel. Your safety is our responsibility. However, in order to maintain that safety, my men need to do their jobs.”

“Your men?” Princess asked, aghast at a concept that mauw men would belong to anyone other than the women of the Matriarchy.

Avery didn’t waver. “Affirmative. My men, as given to me by the general of the mauw army for the purpose of our cultural and tactical exchange programme.”

Princess opened her mouth, her dark eyelids narrowing with unbridled fury as she was about to interrupt him back. However, in that moment the ship shook violently as a deafening ‘BOOM!’ reverberated through the hull. The dropship listed and spun laterally like a plate on a stick. The mauw soldiers were instantly flung from their feet and clattered about the deck, the seemingly soft skinsuits that served as battle armour rattling as if Avery in his bulky cuirass had pinballed through the hold.

The human on the other hand managed to keep his feet, a hand clamping on the cockpit doorframe as Princess careened forward and landed heavily against him. He wrapped a hand around her slender waist, his digits almost big enough to envelop her slight mid-riff entirely like she was no larger than a stick-figure.

Keeping her from careening back off and bouncing unprotected through the hold like the soldiers, the marine looked over his shoulder to see the landscape outside blurring around them, balls of fire lighting up the sky as they plummeted to the ground.

The swooping sensation in their guts was arrested by a sudden surge from the engines ripping them out of the spin. The gentle hum of the dropship turned to a soprano whine as it fought to regain altitude, the rattle of shrapnel peppering the outer hull like waves of intensifying and abating hail.

“What’s going on?” Princess screamed, digging her sharp finger-claws between a gap in Avery’s ballistic plates and into the stab-proof fatigue layer.

Ignoring the pressure of her fingertips, but worried by the soft ripping noise her claws made as he pried the mauw woman from him like a clingy cat refusing to be put down, he shoved Princess towards the nearest crash seats where he could see Tabs was clambering to his feet.

“Tabs! Strap her in and brace!” Avery ordered and the moment he pushed Princess into the seat he turned and scrambled back towards the cockpit. “Report! What just hit us?”

The view out the cockpit canopy was another blur of multi-coloured motion as the ship juked and rolled sharply one way and the other to avoid multiple explosions ripping through the sky.

“Ambush! We’re getting hit by flack! Engine three is down! Four is stalling out!” the pilot barked in a high-pitched panic that matched the tone of the first two engines struggling to keep them airborne. “We’re going down! We’re going to crash!”

Despite that, the nose remained up and they continued to climb off the hillside as hostile anti-air blasts continued to airburst all around them. Another engine died, throwing warnings across the flight console and the noise of pebbles in a blender ripped disconcertingly throughout the dropship. It was the sound of something expensive and important breaking in an irreparable way.

“Keep us level and ease off the power! Nose up and airbrake all the way to the treetops, then set us down hard!” Avery barked. He honestly didn’t know the first thing about piloting a drop ship into the dirt, nor did he know if his orders would make any difference at all. But the way the pilot was panicking and failing to take charge of the situation, Avery didn’t favour his odds simply riding the lightning.

Hoping the pilot had removed his hands from the controls to by some design that would save them from being pulverised into a mountainside, Avery whirled around and tangled his arm into the nearest piece of cargo net, addressing the various mauw figures still bouncing about the deck among a few loose weapons and bits of cargo. Princess had been securely strapped in, her long legs swinging uselessly from side to side as she gripped her harness in fear. Tabs was in the seat beside hers, still untangling the straps of his own harness and struggling to clip them in place.

Avery didn’t have nearly enough time to join them so just called for all hands to “BRACE-BRACE-BRACE!” as he followed his own advice and hugged the cargo net with all his might.

The upper canopy of treetops brushed the lower hull like a thousand metal bristles, crashing and snapping noisily before the dropship jolted and bounced. The world span and Avery’s feet slipped out from under him, swinging his body back and forth about the fulcrum of the cargo netting. Something slammed into his side, bouncing off his cuirass and driving the wind from his lungs. One hand slipped, but the other held on tightly as he twisted, the muscles in his arm screaming to keep his shoulder in its socket.

He was slammed into a wall, then the ceiling, then back into a wall before a sudden, halting crunch tore the entire length of cargo net away and threw the marine with finality into something that was as stubborn as he was.

Chapter 2

“Fuck…” was the first sounds past Avery’s lips as he sucked in a breath that screamed against his sore ribs and let the pain of a throbbing headache bring him back to the living.

It took a few moments for Avery’s eyes to focus, and then he was looking at the twisted remains of one of the cockpit seats. The frame was twisted, most of the cockpit that surrounded it was turned inside out, showered with glass and stark white branches sporting violet foliage. Streaks of bloody red, too thick and glutinous to be any sort of mauw viscera oozed along part of the desk, still bubbling from part of a splintered tree trunk that jutted through a hole that had been torn into the hull.

The twisted cavern that had once been a mauw dropship was half lit by the sparks that spat from a broken power conduit in steady gouts like blood spurting from a severed aorta.

Sensing him rousing, his tactical cuirass unlocked and his tense limbs relaxed, slumping to a piece of ragged deck that had twisted this way and that, to the point Avery could no longer tell if he was laying on the ground and looking at the ceiling, or vice versa… or either, considering the cockpit, or what was left of it, seemed to be hanging above him like they were balanced on the broken tail of the dropship. The layout, which had been alien to him to begin with didn’t make any sense anymore, less so with the nauseous swirling sensation that still disoriented his inner ear.

Working his jaw and swallowing hard to try and get the ringing in his ears to stop, Avery sat up slowly, batted the side of his helmet a few times, then ran his glove down the visor, swiping along the ‘open’ command.

The angular glass of his visor broke apart and swung upward to form the peak of a baseball cap as the rest of his helmet around his chin and sides broke apart into segments that neatly slid up and out of the way. A pair of earmuffs like a headset remained in place, with most of his retracted helmet forming layers of re-enforcement along the forehead and the back of his head like a bump cap.

Underneath his helmet Avery’s skin was dark, with neatly clipped black hair that was in the region between cropped and minimum regulation length for an Astro Corps marine. He had handsome, chiselled features of a twentysomething in his prime and a vague shadow of stubble was beginning to form along his jaw.

A problem for another time, he mused as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and waited for the last of his disorientation to abate.

Between the hiss of sparks pulsating from a conduit, he heard a rattle and panted breaths of panic. Turning, Avery peered about the interior of the dropship with dark eyes, then leaned over a support beam that cut diagonally through the space. Just on the other side, beside a large gash in the hull through which daylight spilled were a line of surviving crash seats, the re-enforced cage curled protectively around them like a cocoon of thick metal mesh.

But the only occupant seemed to be a slender mauw soldier tearing feebly at his harness as his legs dangled a few centimetres off the warped deck below. It was Corporal Tabs.

Crawling under the beam separating them, Avery caught Tabs by the wrist and he lifted his wide-eyed gaze, panic seeping through the cracked but otherwise intact clear glass visor of his helmet.

“Slow down, Tabs. I’ve got you,” Avery assured. “You hurt?”

“N-no,” he managed, shivering from head to toe.

“Good.”

Avery gave the crash seat a once over, then looked to the seat beside Tabs where Princess had been strapped in. There was no blood in the empty seat, and the harness had not been torn away or otherwise damaged. It seemed it had been unbuckled, probably prior to Avery and Tabs waking up.

Awful nice of her highness to stick around, he thought sarcastically, then noted a black silhouette above the seats. Reaching up he pulled a familiar assault rifle from the rack. It wasn’t as advanced or devastating a weapon as the rail-rifle service weapon Astro Corps usually used, but the mauw assault rifle was an effective and reliable projectile weapon all the same. One Avery had forced himself to train on and use for his duration among the mauw soldiers.

Flipping the weapon over his shoulder, he locked it to the magnetic hardpoint on the back of his armour, then shuffled down to Tabs again to disengage the buckle of his harness. Tabs immediately tumbled out of the seat and fell against the marine, clutching to Avery like the only flotation device on a stormy sea. Prying him off took considerably more effort than when he shoved Princess into her seat, and Avery had to aggressively shove the mauw against the deck.

Even still, he still clawed and squirmed, wild eyed, trying to grip onto Avery’s arm even as the human tried to calm him.

“Tabs!” Avery shouted, then slapped the mauw hard across the top of his open faced helmet for good measure. “Pull yourself together! No more of that sissy mauw simp-shit! Remember, you’re one of my leathernecks now! Kill?”

Tabs’ lip trembled, but an iota of focus returned to his eyes as he remembered what Avery had been drilling into him and the other mauw soldiers these past few weeks.

“I-… er… yes, sarge. I mean; kill, sarge!”

Not great, but better. Avery released the mauw and nodded firmly. “Good man. Now focus up. Grab a weapon, check your ammo and let’s get clear of the wreck. We’ll assess survivors and supplies in more depth once we have eyes on our perimeter.”

Leaving Tabs to it, Avery clambered out through the tear in the hull and fell hands first into the crunchy carpet of dead leaves that covered the steep hillside. He rolled once then dug in his heels, arresting the short slide as he moved out from under the teetering remains of the dropship and looked about the sparse forest of black trees with purple foliage.

Ahead of him lay a sheer valley, the thick trees of the forest jutting out of the dirt at a desperate angle to remain upright along the valley wall. Above him the dropship had slammed into the mountainside at an upward angle, splitting trees like toothpicks, then slid tail first down the valley wall leaving a twelve-metre groove in the earth before coming to rest against a cluster of rocks where it lay precariously lodged with the nose pointed almost straight up into the sky like some broken monolith.

Beyond the wreck were bits of dropship that had shorn loose, a trail of flaming debris from both the ship and the forest as trees bowled over or split down the middle, leaving a long trail of destruction almost like a freshly made fire-break in the woods.

Sitting up on a knee, Avery brought his rifle up, slapped the magazine for good measure then yanked the charging lever to chamber a round. Indicators on the side of the weapon assured him it was ready to fight, and a quick pat-down of his gear checked he had ammo for the long haul. Rifle magazines were festooned across his abdomen, along with a few spares on his belt with blaster batteries for the trusty ‘sidekick’ holstered on his thigh. Then for a final act of desperation, he also had a trusty dagger sheathed on his belt.

Considering the situation, he would’ve liked to have an assault pack with survival supplies on his back, but with luck they wouldn’t be out in the wilderness for very long.

[i]Little Miss Princess is a very important VIP person[/i], he thought to himself. [i]Base will have heard the pilot’s panicked SOS and they’re scrambling a recovery team right now.

[/i]By his guess, they’d only be an hour or so away. But Avery would have to find Princess before then.

As the marine checked for tracks, Tabs tumbled from the wreck behind him, making the craft groan and sway disconcertingly above them, like the sudden change in weight was going to dislodge the wreck and send it crashing down the mountainside on top of them.

Avery quickly dragged Rabs up by the scruff of his neck and pulled the mauw soldier out from under the wreckage, just in case it did do a tumble.

Tabs had gathered himself a bandolier of ammo, and the corresponding submachine gun that went with it. A compact weapon that suited his small frame, but at least packed a good punch at close range, Avery knew. He would have preferred the mauw pick up a rifle like he had, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Her ladyship,” Tabs said breathlessly as he righted himself. “I can’t find her ladyship. She wasn’t in the dropship. Where is she? Did she-…?”

“She left,” Avery interrupted dryly. “She unbuckled herself and climbed out already. There wasn’t any blood in her seat. And see?” He pointed to a shallow groove of freshly excavated earth and leaves running down the mountainside, where a figure had struggled down from the wreck. “She’s moved down the mountainside already.”

He quickly scanned the area again, trying to catch a glimpse of Princess’ light purple fur or silver dress amongst the shadows of the trees and the smoke from the burning debris. But there was no sign of her.

He reached out and grabbed Tabs’ arm as he tried to push past the marine and pursue. “Stay out from under the wreck,” he said pointedly, then gestured the way the dropship rocked and groaned. “If that falls on you, I’m not carrying out what’s left of you.”

Keeping the teetering dropship on their right, the duo made their way downslope, following the groove Princess had carved through the dead leaves on her descent. Neither the human marine and mauw soldier did much of a better job masking their path, but given he had no idea how long they’d been unconscious for, Avery had a preference for speed over stealth. Their attackers, whoever they were, had likely seen the dropship go down, and there was no telling how close they could.

As they moved, rapidly descending in short runs and protracted slides on their backsides, Avery could almost feel the targeting lasers lingering on the back of his helmet. He’d done some escape and evasion training in Astro Corps, and the feeling on his back as he knew he was being hunted was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

In hostile territory with an unknown enemy closing in, he would prefer to climb rather than descend, but Princess remained the priority… if indeed they were following Princess’ tracks. He’d feel really stupid if they were following the tracks of a panicking surviving crew member, or some animal that had skirted by just after the crash.

Avery didn’t have long to ponder the possibility he was making a terrible mistake when a flash of bright blue energy, white hot and shimmering as if boiling on the fly, slashed in close and slammed into a tree close by. The explosion of smouldering bark left a cauterised hole in what had once been a smooth, marble like surface, and the first shot of plasma was quickly followed by several more hissing across Avery’s path.

He dug in and slowed, sliding to a halt behind the smouldering tree trunk which was almost thick enough to conceal his entire girth. His armour reacted faster than his mouth as he braced his rifle and threw the fire selector with a flick of his finger. A wide-band sensor burst exploded from his combat suites, the kind of thing that probably lit up enemy counter-sensors for a dozen kilometres around him, but he’d been caught flat footed and the enemy had him dialled in anyway. Who cared about stealth anymore?

His motion tracker extended and red dots appeared all over his right flank as he squared off to face the targets.

“Contact right!” he barked and just started firing, trusting the friend-or-foe system hadn’t made a mistake. Primarily because there was only one faction in the galaxy who cared so little for war crimes that they’d use an ammo-type as brutal and unforgiving as shaped and energised plasma.

Fourth Realm cultists darted between the trees just a hundred metres away, several chyrp scouts easily traversing the steep terrain with loping bounds of their powerful legs. Smaller humanoid figures, some noticeably human in the red-grey colours of Fourth Realm forces were joined by slender figures that were likely mauw; their helmets sporting pointed horns on their helmets along with the usual tri-lens optics over the right eye the other troopers wore.

The Fourth Realm troops were a few short of a standard deathsquad, their number thankfully devoid of one particular brand of hulking asshole Avery would have spotted first in the chaos. Had they come packing bruhk shock troops, Avery would have been in deep shit. But as it stood, all he could make out were the standard human and mauw infantry bedecked in their sleek charcoal armour that fitted them almost like a second skin over dark red omnisuits, and chyrp scouts with ergonomic plasma rifles that complimented their quick manoeuvrability.

Tabs dropped and bounced, rolling several metres downslope before catching himself on a cluster of exposed roots and dragging himself into cover. The tree was plenty thick for his slender body to tuck behind as several plasma rifles had him dialled in and laced the area with fire. Dead leaves exploded into showers of smouldering debris as Tabs screamed and curled up.

Avery swivelled around his own tree and put two shots into the exposed shoulder of a mauw cultist. His slender frame twisted, arm severed around the shoulder, and the whirling motion exposed the head for Avery to crack another round through the smooth faceplate.

“Nice catch with your face,” Avery snarled as he shifted to target the next figures in line.

As the mauw cultist fell, two more took his place, led by a human figure that could well have been one of Avery’s fellow Martians before he put in his lot with Fourth Realm. He’d had the thought facing off against Fourth Realm in the past plenty of times, and had tempered his hesitance. His trigger broke and Avery put a burst through the human’s chest, painting the woods with blood and throwing the strangely disciplined mauw cultists into disarray.

They had presence of mind to open up with their plasma rifles and force Avery into cover. Why couldn’t Avery have been given a dozen of these types of guys? Why did Fourth Realm always get the good ones?

He knew the answer even as he bolted out behind the tree with a single bound and slid to a halt behind a moss-covered boulder. Fourth Realm were an insane interstellar death cult, and crazy tended to attract crazy. Avery had fought them on dozens of worlds, throughout the frontier and even small insurgent cells deep inside SolCon’s outer colonies. And he’d never met a cultist who didn’t welcome the thrill of battle like an adrenaline junkie flinging himself off a skyscraper – gravchute optional.

“Frag out!” Avery shouted, even as he loosed the grenade with his off-hand and lobbed it in a clean arc into the fray.

The subsequent ‘BOOM!’ shook the very earth under his boots and thinned the incoming stream of fire enough for Avery to pop up and target hostiles. As his weapon barked and figures started falling from behind trees as they exposed limbs for Avery’s picking, an automatic chatter of Tabs’ weapon joining in the back and forth of carnage.

About time too.

As the human and mauw cultists faltered against their combined fire, shadows flitted low along the slope and bounded in between the trees with preternatural swiftness. Spotting their jerky, rapid movements, Avery drew his weapon in tight across his chest and ducked around the boulder covering his flank, leaning heavily to his left and peering back around to put rounds back on target.

The nimble, slender avian features of the chyrp flashed through Avery’s sights, moving so fast he could barely focus on their beaked aspect and clawed limbs. They were a little shorter than an average human, and less bulky, but larger than the mauw cultists milling about the firefight. Their raptor-like legs were designed specifically for leaping and sprinting, where their feathered arms no longer offered the chyrp species flight. But it gave them a severe mobility advantage in most terrain, especially this steep mountainside.

Avery’s rounds clipped trees and threw gouts of blood-red sap into the air. One spurt splattered a passing chyrp in the face and it cawed in a painful, high-pitched cry as it stumbled and landed beak first into the dirt. There Avery dumped the bottom of his mag into the creature, causing it’s red-grey-clad body to twitch and go limp before it rag dolled down the hill and out of sight.

Yanking a fresh magazine from his belt, Avery flipped the empty mag out of his weapon then seated the replacement in place with a levering action. Then he reached under the weapon, deftly yanked the charging handle and brought the weapon around for another bout.

Two more chyrp moved into cover barely twenty metres away. Then without exposing themselves they brought their plasma rifles up in clawed hands and fired blindly into the woods. The stream of automatic fire was a far cry from accurate, but the sheer volume of it, matched with the danger-close range made it almost impossible for either Avery or Tabs to pop out without risking getting hit.

That was when a mighty crash rang down the mountainside like a giant crashing through the trees, breaking them like twigs as it moved. The sound shook the very ground Avery was standing on, and the wild crash of a thousand branches and trees being splintered added to the intense cacophony, making it almost impossible for Avery to hear himself think.

“What is that?” Tabs shouted, but his voice was distant and drowned out by the thunderous crashing roar that continued to move deeper into the woods, drawing closer with each passing moment.

Avery had no answer as he stared up disbelief at the looming shadow.

It was the dropship.

The tremors of the grenade detonation must have set it off, and as the firefight progressed the entire wreckage came crashing down the mountainside, blowing through trees like they were reeds of grass, blasting the woods with red sap and throwing logs like spears down into the gunfight.

A wide-eyed Tabs scrambled clear of the carnage, leaping over a fallen log and into a hollow where the entire knot of roots had been ripped out of the earth. The Fourth Realm deathsquad had the same idea as they dove for cover and both parties momentarily gave up on killing each other in light of the new threat.

A chyrp cultist screamed as one log speared through the area, slamming into the alien and dragging it down the mountainside in a puff of bright pink blood.

Avery hugged the boulder he used for cover and another log speari glanced off the stone just centimetres from his helmet, redirected enough that only one of the brittle side branches cracked across his pauldron.

Then the dropship followed.

Like a runaway freight train, the crashed vessel tore its way down the mountainside, a bellowing juggernaut of metal and fuel, tearing apart whole forests in its tireless pursuit of the fleeing soldiers. The wooden structure of the trees crumbled before it, leaving splinters of fierce flames that engulfed everything in their path.

Just short of crashing into their midst entirely, Avery braced himself for several tonnes of jagged, burning wreckage bearing down on him when something deep in the earth groaned… and the wreck never came. He looked up to see it laying horizontal across the mountainside, resting on a splintering tree where it held fast.

As the fight lulled and both sides sighed in relief, Avery turned to where Tabs was poking his head out from his hollow.

“Tabs! Are you goo—” – a plasma bolt lanced across the top of the rock and blew chips of rock into the back of Avery’s helmet – “ACK! Bitch!”

The brief pause resolved itself with another exchange of violence and shouting as Avery joined his return-fire with a stream of curses and insults. And on the Fourth Realm side, the human cultists who could hear him didn’t take kindly to the sexual proclivities of their mothers being brought into question. They quickly started yelling insults back along with fresh streams of white-hot plasma.

Heads popped out, some of them human, others mauw, and were followed by plasma rifles spewing hate. In response Avery would pop up and whack them without getting whacked back in a deadly competitive game of splat-the-rat. The last remaining chyrp in the deathsquad hadn’t reappeared, and hopefully that guy had been wiped out like the other one.

Tabs stayed down in the back, having either lost his nerve or unsure how he could contribute to the fight ensuing in the shadow of a burning dropship hanging heavily over their heads. All it would take was for that tree to give out and the whole ship would come crashing down on top of them all…

Avery slotted his next magazine in place and cocked the rifle when the idea came to him.

“Tabs, stay down!” he barked, then pulled a grenade from his gear, glancing in the direction of the Fourth Realm deathsquad, adding in a snarl: “Open wide.”

Without any more warning, hoping Tabs would do as instructed and that the cultists wouldn’t see it coming, Avery primed his grenade and chucked it into the roots of the crackling tree.

The detonation split the tree down the middle and with a groan the dropship slowly, insidiously eased down over them. The tree snapped suddenly after an extended bend, and the wreck plummeted down on top of them.

Tabs cowered in his hole and Avery ducked in time for a piece of hull to smash into the rock just above his head. scrambling around under the boulder he brought up his rifle and laid into several exposed Fourth Realm cultists who ducked for cover like he did. Bullets ripped through them and cut the troopers down as the dropship bounced overhead, smashing through the rest of the attackers.

Screams cut short as the craft slammed home, then bounced and rolled, passing out of the arena they had set their gunfight in. Grey armoured figures lay in broken heaps, imprinted and buckled in the dirt or crushed awkwardly over the sides of boulders as flaming debris left a trail in the wake of the death and destruction.

Avery just about managed to curl up and duck as the hull of the craft crashed into the boulders just barely a metre above his helmet. The rocks underfoot shifted with the weight of the falling wreck and Avery slid down with them.

The dropship rolled free and continued tumbling just below, dragging several crushed ragdolls that used to be Fourth Realm troopers after it. And Avery followed.

“Crap! Crap-crap-crap!” he swore, rifle slipping from his grip as he rolled and grasped at anything he could dig his fingers into.

The dropship smashed through multiple trees, painting the hull with blood-red bark and leaving shattered stumps into which Avery crashed; driving the wind out of his lungs, shaking his whole world and sending the man on a sidelong tumble. There was nothing to arrest his fall and all he could do was tuck in and hope he didn’t break anything as the spinning wreck cleared the way ahead.

Plasma joined in the blur of disorientation, throwing searing light through the mess of debris and clouds of dust kicked up by the fall. Surviving cultists managed to find their feet and fired plasma rifles as they rolled.

Avery wasn’t far behind, skating down the hillside on his back as he yanked his blaster from its holster and returned fire.

Saturn Innovative Defence was well known for the manufacture and tuning of reliable energy weapons. But nothing in their arsenal had ever reached the same peak as their spearhead pistol, the SID gen-3 K1c. A compact blaster that was colloquially known by its broad user base of military personnel and civilians alike as the ‘sidekick,’ and for good reason. Even with the sheer abuse his weapon endured during that tumble, through battering over rocks and gravel and with all the dust in the air; Avery’s sidekick did not foul. It did not let him down.

The weapon hummed with deadly energy as brought it up, tracked the smart-sight reticule across his visor and feathered the trigger. High focused energy discharges meant there was no travel to target, unless the indisputable speed of light counted. There was no deviation, no projectile drop or recoil to work against him. The weapon simply fired, and the target blossomed with deadly focused light that made more of a ‘crack!’ on impact than the soft snap of the weapon discharging.

Avery rolled onto his left shoulder, emptied the magazine into a pair of Fourth Realm troopers and left them dead by the time he rolled back to his feet, dumping the empty battery pack out of the grip and sliding a replacement into place.

The dropship wreckage was suddenly arrested against a copse of trees and Avery slammed into the sleek hull, tasting blood. His HUD fritzed several times as he staggered back, blinking the stars from his vision and tracing the line of a long crack that had appeared across his visor. A narrow ribbon of rainbow colours framed the split where the OLED leaked into the display, essentially destroying functionality along the crack. And the dapple of red on the inner glass along with a warm, salty trickle running from his left nostril indicated he’d busted open his nose.

The second of reprieve was ended sharply by a ‘crack!’ followed by two more rapid-fire crashes as Avery looked up intime to see three more Fourth Realm troopers faceplant directly into the side of the dropship. The impacts broke their necks and killed them instantly and the impact caused the wreck to teeter precariously over the next rocky drop-off.

Not that Avery cared. He managed to secure his footing again as the ground had levelled out under him, and that seemed to be the last of the Fourth Realm cultists.

Aside from the fact Princess was missing, and now Tabs was out of sight too, things were looking up.

Except, since when was Avery’s luck ever that good?

As Avery collected himself, he heard a feminine cry that sounded like Princess coming from somewhere beneath the dropship. Slapping his sidekick back into its holster, he scrambled around the side of the teetering wreck and peered down into the next cluster of rocks.

Indeed, sitting there, right beneath the dropship like she wanted to be crushed by the wreckage, stood Princess. The young mauw woman was bent over, gripping her ankle and pulling at her foot which appeared to be stuck in a crevasse

Avery cursed at the sight. If he didn’t hurry, she would be buried alive.

Small avalanches of gravel skittered down ahead of him as Avery scrambled down the side of the small cliff, the noise of his descent making Princess’ triangular ears perk up. The frustration on her face turned to relief at the sight of the human, but that haughty, self-important expression never quite left her feline features.

Avery managed to jump closer, clearing several deep crevasses until he landed heavily beside her to look at her foot. What he saw was more annoying that worrying, considering it wasn’t her foot trapped, but rather the stiletto heel of her sandal that was wedged awkwardly between two boulders.

“Just take off your shoe,” Avery growled as he stooped to undo the spiderweb of straps that spiralled up her sleek calf.

Princess gasped and slapped Avery upside the helmet. “We are absolutely [i]not[/i] going to do that. This is my favourite pair...” she started to argue, her voice shrill with irritation.

But she was cut off by a groan. Avery looked up to see the trees holding the dropship wreckage in place above them began to split and splinter and the whole structure eased slowly forward, looming over them to cast a dark shadow where it intended to crush them.

Avery cursed again, but more venomously this time. Thinking fast, he yanked his dagger and ran it down along Princess’ leg, shaving several of her light purple hairs. The blade cleaved easily through the straps holding her stiletto in place, eliciting an offended “Hey!” from the mauw before it turned to a yelp of surprise as he grabbed her by the neck and shoved her face down into a narrow crevasse.

Avery barely dove on top of her when the wreck suddenly gave way and plummeted with deadly intent, crumping deafeningly on top of them. The dropship bounced, then tumbled off further down the steep mountainside, the crashes of splitting metal and breaking trees fading as the wreckage fell out of sight.

A moment later Avery’s helmeted head emerged from the crevasse he’d dived into, looking around as if to check for unwanted company. Then slowly, as if it were a painful process, he extricated himself from the crack in the rocks, then helped Princess up by her hand.

She looked very unhappy for a woman whose life had just been on the very brink.

She was glaring at the crushed and ruined shoe Avery had cut away to free her foot in the nick of time. “How very dare you! This pair of shoes cost more than you will ever be worth! They were handcrafted…”

Avery tuned out, letting her vent her frustration as he dimmed external audio on his helmet. Thankfully the fall hadn’t broken that function and he lowered Princess’ complaints to an incomprehensible murmur.

In doing so, he heard the skittering of rocks and looked up in time to see a figure slide down the way Avery had descended to join Princess at the bottom of the drop-off. The figure was slight and petite with pointed ears on his helmet.

‘Tabs,’ Avery thought at first when the figure shifted out of the shadows to reveal the sleek colours of Fourth Realm armour, and a plasma rifle glowing with imminent discharge.

Avery’s eyes widened and he lunged for his sidekick. His hand fell onto the polymer grip, but it was far too late. The mauw cultist had his weapon, as battered and fouled as it was, up and ready to fire. He had them dead to rights, and through a shattered visor revealing bloody and broken teeth, the Fourth Realm trooper smiled wickedly, lips twisting into a howl to denounce the matriarchy.

Before either the mauw or his plasma rifle could speak though, a deafening ‘brrraaaapp!’ of automatic fire echoed down the mountainside and the mauw was thrown sideways. The plasma rifle discharged into the dirt as he fell, exploding the already rag dolled figure into the air again with a geyser of glassed dirt, charring the remains of his chest plate. Then the dead mauw dropped away, flopping and rolling down the hillside after the dropship wreckage.

Tabs replaced the Fourth Realm trooper, sliding down the rocks and landing lightly on his feet, submachine gun still smoking as he looked around with wide-eyed worry.

“Are you okay?” he called, concern evident in his voice which broke and squeaked like he was going through puberty again.

“Good to go,” Avery grunted, securing his sidekick again and flashing a thumbs up.

“I have comms,” Tabs added as he scrambled closer. “There’s an extraction team on the way.”

“Great. Send them our loc.”

“Err,” Tabs hesitated. “They actually want us to pickup from the mountain top. Seven kilometres straight up.” He pointed up the steep slope they’d just descended several kilometres already.

Avery sighed, looking at the climb ahead of them with disdain. But before he could fully come to grips with the next challenge, a slight figure entered his field of view.

Princess stood tall despite balancing on one stiletto heel and on her toes on the other foot. Her hands were set on her slim hips and she had an austere glare fixed on her face, lips curling downward in disdain.

“I am not climbing seven kilometres through all that horrid dirt, especially not in just one shoe,” she announced. “Human, you’ll just have to carry me.”

Tabs immediately stepped forward. “I’ll happily carry you mistress.”

“No, Corporal Tabs. You’re a good and loyal serf, but you’re small and weak compared to the human. He will carry me,” she declared.

Avery rolled his eyes, but kept his comments to himself.

[i]Just smile and wave[/i].

Chapter 3

“Good afternoon, sir. Thank you for visiting the Sol Consortium Embassy. You have arrived on the ambassadorial level. How may I direct your visit?”

The holographic green orb pulsed lightly as the AI’s ethereal voice drifted softly across the quiet marble foyer. Avery barely slowed as he stepped off the elevator, merely nodding in response to the polite greeting as he swept the cap of his dress uniform off his head and tucked it under one arm. It took every ounce of focus to keep his eyes from the long glass walls flanking the foyer and looking down on glistening cityscape far below. And a little more effort to keep his mind off the fact he stood a hundred floors above street level.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like the floor beneath his feet, the whole skyscraper in fact, was somehow swaying in the gusts of wind buffeting the stalwart structure. But like so many discomforts being thrown into his life as of late, he felt the best medicine was always to just ‘don’t think about it.’

Smile and wave had gotten him this far.

“I have a meeting with the ambassador,” he said shortly as the AI’s simple avatar kept pace, hovering by his shoulder like an escort.

“Affirmative. Voice recognition confirmed. Welcome Sergeant John Avery. I have you pencilled in for a meeting with-… hard right, sergeant.” The orb shot off to Avery’s right, and the marine had to about face to hurriedly follow. “Right this way. You are pencilled in for a meeting with Ambassador Baron in five minutes. She is available now if you wish to see her early.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Of course. I have pinged her terminal… she has accepted. Please proceed through the waiting area and directly to her office.”

The orb fizzled out of existence as Avery nodded his thanks; the AI likely terminating processes dedicated to dealing with him and optimising its cycles to do some other mundane task about the embassy.

Glad for the window-less side corridor that helped fuel his ignorance of how high up above the deck he stood, Avery moved more comfortably to a frosted glass door that slid aside as if sensing his presence. Inside was a pretty young secretary, likely placed there to give visitors a more human greeting. She looked up from her invisible work and smiled, touching her temple to darken the holo-lens visor that glowed like a set of spectacles over her eyes.

“Sergeant Avery? Ambassador Baron will see you now.” She indicated the door to her left with a sweep of her hand.

Avery nodded in passing, and the next door, like the previous, slid aside on its own.

Ambassador Amelia Baron was immediately visible, given there was nothing much else of interest in the woman’s office. Especially not the long wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling window that looked down the side of the sleek spire that plummeted away beneath them.

Avery broke out in a faint sweat, trying to fix his eyes on the slender figure of the ambassador, and not at the sparkling city several kilometres below.

It wasn’t difficult. Amelia Baron was a woman who suited her station on Verdantia greatly. She was in her forties, remarkably tall and slender with all the curves of a motherly woman perfectly placed on her physique. The one-piece office dress that hugged her body firmly added to the sleek silhouette, and she was perched on her toes by a pair of high heels.

When she turned, her eyes betrayed only the sternness that had gotten her career to where it was now. Deep lines flanked her unsmiling red lips, and brunette tresses cascaded like liquid darkness down to her shoulders, framing an intimidatingly beautiful heart-shaped face.

“Sergeant Avery. Thank you for coming,” she said, the voice coming out of that face miles kinder than anyone might expect. It almost had a motherly quality, like she were speaking to a child or student she were particularly fond of. She strode over, the carpet muffling the thud of her heels as she moved to the high-backed leather chair on her side of the glass desk. She gestured Avery to sit on the other side in a less lavish seat. “Please, sit.”

Avery did so and watched the woman slide her curvy derriere into place, before crossing her long legs.

“How have things been since the ambush?” the ambassador asked carefully, an elbow resting on her armrest and lingering her manicured fingers along her narrow chin.

“Quiet,” Avery answered honestly. “I’ve been confined to the barracks for the time being. The mauw army gave me some new soldiers to train this past week. Corporal Tabs has remained under my command.” He paused a second at that. “Ma’am, has anything become of my request to contact the families of the soldiers who died in the crash?”

Baron frowned, her dark eyebrows knitting together in a way that despite the creases forming on her forehead was still flattering. “No such request came to my desk. You actually filed it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Avery said sharply, straightening with alarm. He’d made the request for personnel files for the purpose of contacting the families of the fallen personally. That had been last week, immediately after the incident, and he’d begun to worry his request had been lost in the chaos of bureaucracy and debriefs that followed.

Spotting the alarm, Baron gestured him to calm down. “It’s alright, sergeant. I’m just surprised nobody corrected you. It doesn’t really work like that with the mauw. Those soldiers didn’t have family, per-se. Mauw men are gestated and born from what they call womb-vats.”

It was Avery’s time to frown. He’d never heard of such a thing before. But then again, he was a career jarhead, not exactly a xeno-scientist. He got along well enough with the mauw soldiers under him, but never pried too deeply into their culture.

“Princess mentioned she had a mother.”

Baron nodded. “Yes, the women have direct family. Mothers, specifically. The girls are born traditionally, their mothers artificially implanted with a viable female embryo. Only the males come from the womb-vats. The matriarchy long ago made it taboo for a male to… erm…” The woman’s cheeks reddened a little as she glanced away, reconsidering her next words. “Let’s just say it’s a whole thing we needn’t go into right now. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay after everything that happened.”

“Not the first time I’ve lost men, ma’am. Won’t be the last either.” Avery grimaced and rubbed his neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound callous. It’s just with Fourth Realm ramping up attacks all over the frontier… let’s just say I’ll mourn when the fighting is done.”

“Solid philosophy. I won’t question you, sergeant. If you say you’re dealing, then I’ll trust you.” Her lips didn’t smile, but there was a kindness in those eyes. Avery had to look hard to find it, but it was there. “Be sure to reach out to home as soon as you get the chance, alright?”

“Copy that, ma’am.”

Nodding firmly, Baron reached up and touched the arm of her spectacles. The lenses glazed over a soft blue for a moment before turning semi-translucent with data scrolling across her vision as she consulted documents. At the same time a holo-board sprang to life on the glass desk in front of Avery, outlining a familiar dossier of orders similar to those spun to him when he first arrived on Verdantia.

“Now, as for your next assignment. You’re being pulled off tactical consultation and training. I assume you’ve packed already?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. After Fourth Realm showed you their hand in the mountains, and lost badly might I add,” – she said it with a hint of pride in her voice – “they’ve been ramping up attacks. Small infiltration cells of cultists, predominantly mauw converts have been showing up in population centres. Attempted mass stabbings and vehicle ramming. The authorities supplemented by Astro Corps marines have been keeping the situation stable, but the Matriarchy worries about another attempt on the royal family. They already tried to hit Princess, it wouldn’t surprise anyone that they’d go after her mother. Per my recommendation, we’re going to be attaching you to Matriarch Queenie’s protection detail as a consultant. Watch how they operate and offer corrections if you need to.”

Avery tilted his head one way, then the other, uncertainly. “I haven’t requalified for close protection in years. It’s one thing to guard a VIP on a dropship flight, but close protection on the ground? For a public figure? Whole different beast.”

“You’ll be consulting until we can get a specialist out. They’re a few weeks out, and given your performance so far, the matriarch is very happy to have you on her team until then. In fact, that brings me on to the next bit of business. The planetary council is having a ceremony tomorrow. Your buddy Corporal Tabs will be receiving honours for his participation in Princess’ rescue, and they’d like you to attend. It’s all pretty closed doors. Not even I have an invite.”

“I’m not a fan of the royal dog-and-pony stuff, ma’am.”

“Matriarch Queenie is personally quite insistent. While I can’t order you to go, you’d save me a major headache if you do.”

Avery grimaced, scratching at the stubble that always formed about that time of day despite his close morning shave. “Fine. I’ll make it work, ma’am.”

“Excellent. I’ll let them know.” Turning off her holo-lens, Baron leaned forward and smiled for the first time since Avery had met her. “I’m sure there won’t be all that much to it. Probably just some award ceremony or some such. A few words spoken in honour of brave soldiers, that sort of thing. You’ll do fine. Just smile and wave.”

Avery chortled at that. “Story of my life, ma’am.”

Chapter 4

The grand entrance of the royal palace was a breathtaking marvel of lovingly repurposed asirae alloys extracted from Verdantia’s archeotech sites and erected with reverence as a centrepiece to the shimmering structure that loomed over the city like a glittering sentinel. Intricate carvings of honoured past matriarchs flanked the ‘holy’ steel of an ancient civilisation long passed, welcoming the way into a showy courtyard filled with exotic and vibrant flora.

Around about those gardens Avery had to pause, needing a moment to take in all the seemingly unnecessary opulence.

It was all a far cry from the pragmatic, monastery-like conditions of the mauw barracks he’d lived in the past few weeks. The central gathering place of the local matriarchs even outdid the remarkably over-priced SolCon Embassy, which stood out like a needle jutting from further in the city.

The surrounding neighbourhood was equally opulent, and a clear picture into a gender-based caste system by which the Mauw Matriarchy seemed to work.

Avery hadn’t thought it odd he’d only interacted with male mauw soldiers in the barracks. And if he’d spent any time at all on the streets, he might have found it strange that the run-down streets and bare buildings were home only to male mauw.

But on the drive over they’d passed through tall security gates separating the general city from an entirely gated city centre. He still saw men on the streets in this better maintained and cleaner part of the city, but their borderline ragged aspect, along with the fact they seemed to be performing menial tasks from cleaning, tending to stores and running errands, was juxtaposed to the sudden appearance of mauw women poking their heads over thresholds and windowsills to curiously ogle the lone car moving towards the palace.

Those women lived there in an upper-crust style of decadence, on the shoulders of their men acting as little more than a serf class. As such, no women appeared to work in the military, on the farms, or other menial positions in mauw society. By the manner of their appearance, dressed up to the nines in sleek fitted dresses and smart jackets, it seemed their role was the more comfy bureaucratic or cultural tasks that glued the Mauw Matriarchy together.

The trend continued in the palace, as males stood guard as soldiers in almost every hallway and on every corner. Serfs shuffled from task to task, keeping low and out of the way, even going as far as leaping aside to bow for any well-dressed woman who happened to pass, either with her nose stuck so high up in the air she didn’t notice him, or chattering animatedly in small groups of colleagues.

Avery’s passage through the opulent marble halls seemed to drag them out of their own little world though, as the haughty air of superiority over the proud owners of a Y-chromosome gave way to curiosity. More than a few pairs of eyes sparkled with intrigue as the ‘trip-trap’ of high heels scraped to a sudden stop and feminine mauw heads turned, ears and whiskers twitching as they watched the uniformed marine pass.

Men seemed relegated to their place along the bottom rungs of the matriarchy. Though the attitude clearly didn’t extend to aliens, such as the lone human among them. That being said, their gazes were more akin to eying a piece of meat, or ogling an animal at the zoo, so it didn’t make Avery feel all that much more welcome.

The throne room doors, though nowhere as big as the main entrance to the palace, were still grand, gold and silver-plated indulgences in artistry. Etched with a mixture of mauw cyrillic and overlayed with the glowing holograms of ancient asirae hieroglyphics. Most, if not all modern tech throughout the galaxy was based on asirae archeotech, which despite being buried for millennia outdid any technological advancements made by any member of the galactic community, even the Fauws Federation who even before the discovery of asirae ruins and archeotech had been farthest along in terms of technological advancement.

The mauw however turned the recovery of asirae technology into a religion, as was evidenced by the asirae designs standing front and centre in all their opulent aesthetics.

The throne room doors slid open, revealing one last layer into the onion of ornate and elaborate decoration that was the mauw palace. Everything in the room screamed wealth and privilege, but it did so in a way that felt like a punch to the gut for anyone who wasn’t a mauw female.

The throne itself was a towering, circular creation of gleaming gold, draped with royal purple fabrics and flanked by four more seats of somewhat lesser importance. Three of them were unoccupied, with a familiar slender figure seated next to her mother in the centre of the room.

The two of them shared the same sleek light purple fur and pink eyes, but where Princess’ face smouldered with disinterest, Queenie seemed softer and more motherly. Her figure was still the same sort of sensual, slender curve as her younger counterpart, but her hips and bust were noticeably more pronounced. Her long legs, revealed in the way her plunging dress was drawn back in her seat, were crossed and ended in a pair of light gold stilettoes that wrapped up around her calves in a spiderweb of straps.

Princess wore similar, a form fitting dress that only barely covered her breasts behind a pair of golden strips and had a long slit up the floor-length skirt that could be pulled aside like a curtain to reveal her slender legs. Though Princess’ bust didn’t fill the dress nearly as well as Queenie did hers, as the younger mauw had a slimmer, skinnier frame, more noticeable now she sat beside her mother.

Tabs stood before them at an approximation of parade rest in the simple tunic the mauw military pawned off as a dress uniform. Compared to Avery’s pants and jacked emblazoned with colourful campaign ribbons, it was essentially a rag that clung to his torso. But his feline head was turned to reveal the broad, proud smile he fixed on Avery all the same.

Avery kept his stoic aspect but nodded firmly in acknowledgement, recognising that the mauw’s drab tunic was about to be adorned with a little more bedazzlement. Or so the human marine figured, at least.

Quiet as a member of the silent drill brigade, Avery stepped up along the side of the room, turned sharply and smoothly transitioned into an attentive stance. With no one around who knew any better to have him go at-ease, he remained that way with his feet together and arms neatly tucked down his sides, staring into space but surveying the room in his periphery.

The throne and the matriarch were clearly visible, as was the way Queenie smiled as she looked him over.

“Corporal Tabs,” Queenie said, her voice echoing through the throne room as her gaze slowly drifted back to Tabs. Behind the mauw soldier the doors clanged shut again, and they were alone with the mother and daughter and faceless matriarchal personal guard. “You have served us well, displaying both courage in the face of danger and your endless loyalty to the matriarchy. You are an example of what every soldier of the mauw should aspire to be. And for that, we will honour you.”

Queenie’s gaze turned to the lower seat where her daughter sat. But the younger woman wasn’t paying attention. Her head was turned off to one side, her fingers tapping at a holo-board that hovered over her armrest.

Avery bristled at that. The soldier who had contributed to saving her life on that mountainside was receiving an award. The least that stuck-up little brat could do was pay attention!

His jaw clenched and he swallowed his anger. [i]Smile and wave, Avery[/i], he thought.

“Come,” Queenie commanded in a tone that was probably a lot racier than she had intended.

Or so Avery thought as his eyes subtly followed Tabs’ excited walk up the steps of the throne and he halted on his knees before her. At the same time Queenie pulled at the hem of her dress and swung one leg up over the arm rest of the throne, spreading her thighs and sprawling in an unladylike manner that revealed a distinct lack of panties under her dress.

With a ravishing smile on her dark lips, Queenie beckoned Tabs closer still with a curling finger. “Come, if you think yourself worthy of this feast.”

Queenie’s tone was a command. Her thighs were spread wide, revealing the glistening folds of her wetness. She was completely bare between them, and Avery could see just how aroused the matriarch was – though whether it was the anticipation of what she was commanding Tabs to do, or whether she just got off on ordering him around like it seemed to be with mauw women in general, he couldn’t tell.

Obediently Tabs crawled forward, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips at the sight of the matriarch’s exposed sex. Queenie’s grin grew broader, and she reached down to brush her fingers through the fur atop the mauw soldier’s head.

“I can see the hunger in your eyes,” she purred. “You want me, don’t you?”

Tabs nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of Queenie’s exposed sex. He could smell the musky, sweet scent of her arousal, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. “Yes, Matriarch,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Good boy,” Queenie said, her voice dripping with approval. “Then prove yourself worthy. Feast upon my quim. Gorge yourself on my royal nectar. It’s all here for your enjoyment.”

Not needing to be told twice, Tabs dove in.

He started by gently kissing the inside of Queenie’s thigh, working his way up to the damp nest of dark fur that covered her mound. He savoured the musky, sweet scent of her arousal a moment before he finally pressed his mouth to her sex, kissing it deeply with a slip of his eager tongue.

Queenie inhaled sharply, her large eyes fluttering shut as her head rested back. The warmth of his mouth burned on her clit before the rough, wet lick moved down to delve deeper. The matriarch dug her nails into the arm of her throne, one leg stuck straight up into the air with impressive dexterity for an older lady. Her thighs trembled and she opened them as wide as they would go for Tabs’ diligent licking.

His soft tongue worked enthusiastically, glazing in her sweet nectar before he gulped it all down with a moan, then dove in for another helping.

Avery’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Tabs pleasure Queenie. It was a sight he hadn’t expected to see, nor one he had prepared himself for. He swallowed hard, feeling his own cock twitch involuntarily in his pants Not particularly because he dreamt of being in Tabs’ place. but the way Queenie moaned was musical and enticing.

A part of him wanted to hear her little mutterings of ‘good boy~!’ shaky and breathy in his ear as her taut curves shuddered against him…

Avery gulped and stared straight ahead, trying to keep the intoxicating fantasy out of his head. These women were oppressive, he reminded himself. She was using Tabs at the end of the day. This ceremony was to honour Tabs as a soldier for doing his duty. But it had descended into this… this… farce!

“Ahn~! That’s it! Deeper♥! Does it taste good? Does your matriarch’s taste please you?”

Tabs moaned in response, nodding into the woman’s crotch as he feasted even more deeply on the royal mauw.

[i]What in the hell is going on?[/i] Avery thought, morbid curiosity drawing his eyes sideways up to the thrones again and again. Princess still busied herself on her holo-board, ignoring the debauchery not a metre beside her as the matriarch, her own mother, slouched deeply in her throne and bucked her pussy against the diligent mouth of a loyal servant.

That’s what Tabs was in that moment. Not a soldier, but a servant, pleasing his mistress selflessly despite the pulsing erection trapped between his slender thighs.

The way he was bent over on all fours drew a suddenly disturbing amount of attention that like the matriarch, Corporal Tabs did not wear underwear under his tunic. And now he was tonguing the woman deeply, his slender pink erection had appeared out of its sheath, small barbs circling the slim mushroom head flexing every time he clenched with arousal.

Something Ambassador Baron had attempted to tell him during the meeting surfaced in Avery’s mind. The mauw didn’t go through traditional childbirth. Males were born from womb-vats, and while girls had mothers, the women were implanted with female embryos. Probably not even so much as to ensure a daughter but to avoid having to be penetrated from the barbed, painful looking penis the males sported.

Glancing about without moving his head too much, he noted the mauw soldiers that served as the matriarch’s guards. Their heads were all turned up and they were looking up in awe as Tabs worked, making no attempt to hide their ogling; nor the erections bulging through the sleek fit of their battlesuits. They were silent but Avery could almost hear their low growls, the guttural sounds of mauw lust, a part of them no doubt hoping that they’d be next to earn the matriarch’s favour in the fires of combat.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thought as he returned his gaze to the front, only to find Queenie’s eyes on him. Her yellow orbs gleamed with a hunger that made his stomach clench, and he had to resist the urge to physically turn away. But apart from her hungry gaze and mewling moans, she made no gestures or motions towards him. She simply grabbed a handful of fur at the back of Tabs’ head and dragged him deeper into his feast, mouth stretched into a delighted ‘O.’

Tabs caught the globes of the woman’s ass with his hands and squeezed, keeping the seal of his lips over her quim tight and bobbing his head slightly as he worked more vigorously. He must have been experiencing some form of lockjaw at this rate. No doubt his tongue was at the very least numb. But he worked diligently, as if all that mattered was Queenie’s pleasure. Like she was the guest of honour instead of him.

Oh, God. What happened if Tabs failed to please her? With what he had seen of how mauw society treated their men, he wouldn’t be surprised to learn this ‘ceremony’ could just as easily turn into a public execution.

Queenie seemed content though, arching her back off the throne and squirming in place with pleasure. Her moans and whimpers grew louder and more frequent. Her legs were trembling, and her claws were digging into Tabs’ head, pulling him impossibly deeper into her quim.

“Yes… yes… yesss~!” she hissed, her voice husky with the satisfaction crashing over her like a warm wave of delight.

Tabs pulled back from the matriarch’s quim, a string of nectar stretching between his lips and Queenie’s sex before snapping softly. He looked up at the matriarch with eyes hazy with pleasure, and a gleam of pride.

Queenie’s breathing was heavy, chest heaving and fur poofy in an attempt to vent some of the heat choking her.

“Very good,” she praised, lowering her leg to the ground, then slowly sitting up in her throne. “Very, very good. You have pleased me. You are worthy of receiving the pleasure of my body, as thanks for your service to the matriarchy.”

As Tabs rose to his feet before his matriarch, slender erection lifting up the front of his tunic, Queenie leaned into the recess between her seat and her daughter’s. Princess still didn’t look up from what appeared to be a scrolling social-media feed on her holo-board as Queenie re-emerged holding an object almost reverently in two delicate hands.

For a moment Avery breathed a silent sigh of relief, hoping the mauw degeneracy had come to an end and they could get on with the ceremony. Present Tabs his gift and then everyone could get on with their day…

[i]Oh, for fuck[/i]… Avery’s very thought trailed off as he realised Queenie wasn’t holding an award of any kind.

Instead, she presented a sleek, silver object to Tabs, whose eyes widened with excitement. The smooth opening of the cylinder was home to a smooth set of labia, parted open to reveal a tender vaginal opening among the soft folds of glistening silicone within. Avery would be shocked were he not somewhat annoyed.

Queenie’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she held out the fleshlight to Tabs, level with his barbed cock which bobbed at the invitation. “This design was sculpted using an internal scan of my vagina. It was freshly printed for you this morning and my serfs have pre-lubricated it. Go ahead, my dear. I will hold it for you as you make yourself cum.”

Tabs’ gaze flicked up to Queenie, then back down to the fleshlight, his eyes shining with gratitude and disbelief. His hesitation didn’t last much longer as he quickly shuffled forward, hand on his erection and guiding the tapered tip to ‘Queenie’s opening.

The silicone receded slightly in the device, squishing and malforming as he pressed. But soon the custom printed canal parted, stretching around his member and with a wet squish of the lubricants inside, Tabs thrust his hips into Queenie’s grip until every centimetre of his cock disappeared into the toy. He gasped at the ceiling, groaning and trembling for a moment as he held there, clenching down and attempting to pace himself.

“How is it?” Queenie asked as Tabs tried to hold his composure. “Does my pussy feel nice?”

“Y-yes, mistress,” Tabs stammered, breathing hard, still hilted inside the fleshlight and focusing intensely on the back of the woman’s throne. Probably one glance down at the way the mauw matriarch was gazing up at him would set him off at this rate.

“Excellent,” Queenie cooed. “Take your time, darling. I have it on good authority that this toy is a perfect representation of my tightness and texture. Many before you have enjoyed the pleasure it can give, and none have lasted longer than two thrusts. I wonder if you will do better.”

Her gaze had shifted as she spoke. She was looking across at Avery, heavy lidded and smiling warmly as she watched the human stand unmoving and stoic to the side of the throne room. Avery had no idea if the statement had been for Tabs’ benefit, or his.

To his credit, Tabs made it to the average of two thrusts. With a roll of his hips, he barely paced himself beyond the initial, slow entry into the fleshlight. Queenie’s replica walls hugged him firmly enough that the labia design bulged out of the toy’s opening as he pulled back, raking his barbs along the internals and likely ripping the silicone. But the ruination had little effect on the velvety wet tightness of the sheath as he slid back in all the way with a high-pitched moan that was oddly feminine.

His balls slapped Queenie’s index finger where she held the device for a third time before he cried out and trembled, almost buckling at the knees as he released into the recessed depths of the fleshlight. Then, several moments later with no mess beyond the glistening lube now coating his wilting cock, Tabs pulled back and Queenie righted the fleshlight as if she were holding a thermos mug.

At that point Avery noticed the backplate of the toy was translucent and acted as a reservoir. Queenie peered inside, swirling the admittedly massive amount of semen Tabs had pumped into it. The guy must have been backed up since… well, perhaps since birth if this was the ritual men had to go through to have sex. And even then, not really.

Two more male mauw, serfs by the look of their garb, ran up the steps to join the corporal. One accepted the toy with a gracious bow from his mistress while the other took Tabs’ arm to steady him as he panted for breath.

“Corporal Tabs here has given me quite a sizeable load,” Queenie told the serfs with a pleased smile. “I have no doubt he is virile and healthy. Take him to the donation centre so his seed may be donated to the womb-vats. And have the donation centre serfs milk him thoroughly by hand. He has earned the pleasure of a firm grip.”

“Yes, mistress,” the serfs both said at odd intervals, then walked a very pleased looking Tabs down the steps and to the door.

He grinned widely at Avery in passing, but the human simply stared through him in disbelief at this whole affair.

Avery had thought of the mauw was a traditional matriarchy, per the name. Queens ruling society rather than kings, but on the whole the same sort of culture as he was familiar with back home. Nothing he’d learned from the mauw back at the barracks had given him reason to think otherwise. But now, after just a single peek behind the curtain it seemed the matriarchs were more of a depraved sex-cult rather than a governing body.

And Tabs, along with every other smiling, proud faced mauw male Avery had seen so far, all seemed very pleased about it.

“Now, then. To the subject of our brave human liaison,” Queenie said, calling Avery’s attention back to her. As she shifted elegantly in her seat to lean both arms on the near armrest and smoothly crossed her long legs again, Avery stiffed a little further and got a giggle out of the older lady. “Oh, come now. There’s no need for the ceremonial stance anymore. You may be at ease.”

Avery preferred not to be, but the woman with authority over him for the moment had said the magic words. So he went to ease, parting his stance and bending his arms to clasp his hands together at the small of his back.

It was instinctual, an ingrained reflex born from countless hours spent standing watch and keeping his brain as blank as possible to avoid any involuntary movement anywhere – especially when a glamorous cougar of an officer brushed by on the prowl for healthy young marines she might set her claws into for the night. Surprisingly that happened more than a few times back when he’d been a junior enlisted grunt.

Queenie raised a brow, eyeing him with curiosity as she leaned back in her throne, eyes bright with what was surely wickedness. “Ah, such professionalism,” she purred, clearly pleased. “If anyone is worthy of a reward this day, it is certainly you. My daughter told me all about the role you played in her rescue, and rest assured you will be receiving the appropriate honours.”

Avery cleared his throat. “Ma’am, I am deeply honoured, and it has been a privilege to witness the depths of mauw culture. However, considering I’m not a full member of the mauw military, simply sending a letter of commendation up my Astro Corps chain of command would be plenty, thank you.”

He said it all without stumbling, probably because he’d been rehearsing the request the moment Tabs’ face was dragged hungrily between Queenie’s thighs.

The matriarch closed her eyes and gave a gracious, tinkling little laugh. “Oh, there’s nothing to worry about, my dear. All this,” she gestured the area before the throne where Tabs had stood as he pleasured himself in her pocket-pussy, “it’s just for the serfs. You on the other hand. For you we have an entirely different reward in mind. One reserved especially for aliens.”

Avery almost chuckled. It felt weird being called an alien. He was usually the one to call them alien.

Queenie leaned around her throne and glanced at a smaller set of doors the back of the chamber hidden in the shadows. “Come with us. We can start with a tour of the private chambers. It would be quite a privilege for you to see them. No mauw male is allowed in that part of the palace, and yours would be the first male eyes to see them in decades.”

Avery let the faintest of smiles tug at his lips as he finally averted his gaze from a point in space and looked directly at Queenie. Despite the revealing cut of her floor-length dress, which cupped her ample breasts in a U-shaped neckline that plunged down to her navel, leaving her shoulders and back entirely bare, she wore a maternal expression that was more motherly than the lust-filled gaze she’d had during Tabs’ reward ceremony. It seemed her baser needs had been satisfied by the event, and now she was prim and proper enough to graciously entertain a foreign guest.

A tour of the palace was actually a rather nice and fitting reward. Probably fewer human eyes had been back there than male ones. And Avery was a bit of a culture guy at heart.

When he’d gone on vacations with marines from his squads, his peeps would often seek out the red-light districts and titty-bars while Avery tended to gravitate towards temples and parks. Only a year ago he’d gotten some leave time on the kuu’gar homeworld back in SolCon space. And instead of hitting orbit and visiting a pleasure moon for which the kuu’gar were rather famous; Avery spent his time off at an xenoarcheological dig site touring the ruins of an asirae structure. Another thing the kuu’gar were quite famous for was digging up and studying asirae archeotech. Although the pleasure moons thing obviously stood higher up the list among marines looking to get a little alien strange.

“A tour of the palace would actually be very nice. thank you,” Avery admitted and Queenie’s smile broadened.

“Wonderful. Come along now, dear. Princess,” she called kindly, finally getting her daughter’s attention. “The proceedings are done. We are taking Sergeant Avery for his reward now.”

Princess sighed haughtily as she waved away her holo-board. “Oh, finally!”

Bouncing to her feet with remarkable agility considering her high heels, the young mauw woman whirled around the thrones towards the back door, seemingly in a hurry. And that alone should have hinted there was more in store for Avery. If not her hurry, but the way she swayed her hips with every step, and looked back with an uncharacteristically enthused smile on her lips – that lascivious glance over her bare shoulder being the first time Avery had ever seen the cornesr of Princess’ lips crawl upward.

Chapter 5

The gold-washed, intricately decorated doors moaned as they swung open, a sound quickly replaced by the rapidfire ‘tap-tap-tap’ of Princess’ heels as she led them into the next corridor. Like the previous Queenie had shown off to Avery with great pride, the tall, vaulted corridors were decorated with intricate support beams and sheets of holy asirae steel upon which ancient hieroglyphics glowed a cool blue.

Queenie’s pace was much more relaxed than her daughter’s, as was Avery’s since the matriarch clung tightly to his arm and allowed himself to be led along the tour. Queenie would point out decorations that had once been artefacts in the local xenoarcheological digs on Verdantia and over the decades since establishing the colony had been moved to the palace. She spoke fondly about each piece like it was fine art.

The artefacts had all ended up in the palace as decoration rather than for actual study, which would have made their mutual allies the Fauwks Federation livid. But Avery kept that to himself.

Further down the corridor Princess waited with her arms folded just below where her perky breasts were jutting through the front of her dress, tapping her toes impatiently.

“What’s her hurry?” Avery mused a little louder than he intended, and Queenie giggled.

Her furry body tightened against his side. She was a tall woman and didn’t have to angle her head far to meet his gaze, possibly thanks to her long legs and the imperious heels she wore.

“She’s just excited to get to get on with the tour. This next part is where things get interesting,” she said.

“This is perfectly interesting right now,” Avery assured respectfully. Which wasn’t entirely a lie. He was interested, but the way things were presented, from the mauw’s royal opulence to their display of ancient alien artefacts just seemed more superficial than he was used to.

“Oh, just wait,” Queenie said as they approached Princess.

She gave her daughter a nod, and the younger mauw turned to push into one of the side rooms along the corridor.

Avery followed, taking in the sights – more ornate stonework and opulent decorations. The richness of it was overwhelming and incredible, but unfortunately also becoming a little boring. There was only so much Avery could fake being in respectful awe so not to offend the matriarch clinging to him.

[i]Don’t cause an interstellar incident[/i], he reminded himself as he thought back to the conversation with Ambassador Baron in her skytop office.

Princess remained only a few paces ahead of them this time, once again keeping a slow and elegant pace that exaggerated the seductive sway of her slim hips. She looked over her shoulder, then led them through another set of ornate double doors which she opened with a flourish.

“Welcome to the royal guest chambers,” she said, her voice dripping with pride.

The room was a sudden shock to Avery’s system. It was opulent, decadent and degenerate, filled with sculptures and paintings fetishising the coupling between male humans and female mauw. The walls were lined with frescoes depicting human men clutching hips, legs and breasts of furry mauw women, each in different states of undress and wearing opulent pearls, gems and other regalia, squirming into erotic poses with their happy eyes wide open and mouths agape in silent shrieks of unending pleasure.

Sculptures celebrating similar acts between faceless humans and bare-breasted mauw twisted into passionate embrace filled every corner around the massive circular bed in the middle of the room, with several comfortable armchairs and chaise loungers oriented around as if positioned to seat spectators for the lewd acts the bed would host.

It was quite obvious at this point how sexually open a society the mauw had, even if it was centred on the carnal pleasure of the women rather than the men. But so far there had been no hints to mauw women having some desire for inter-species relations with humans. Nothing beyond a few looks that Avery quickly realised he had misinterpreted for passing curiosity.

He glanced at Queenie, who was watching him with a sly smile on her face, her look having changed from maternal to a predator eying its next meal.

“My daughter and I entertain our most special guests here,” she explained with a seductive purr in her voice as the doors clicked shut behind them. As she separated herself from Avery she took a step back and reached up to fidget with the seams of her dress. “What do you think of our collection of art? Visitors before you have found it… tantalising.”

At that, Queenie pulled the cups of her dress from her breasts, peeling away the fabric as if it were held to her fur by little more than static. Her ample, gravity defying breasts spilled out, more than a handful each and topped with an areola a shade darker purple than her fur; her nipples erect in the warm air, silently begging to be flicked and sucked upon.

Boldly Queenie let the top half of her scant dress hang from her waist before hooking her thumbs under the fabric and letting the rest of the garment slide down her long legs with a wiggle of her hips. Then she stepped elegantly out of the puddle of fabric, her hands set on her slim, tapered waist that was like the neck of an hourglass between her large breasts and birthing hips. Her thighs met in the middle with a snug little crease between them, her labia already swollen with refreshing desire that made the dark flesh within glisten between her coat of sleek fur.

Princess at the same time smiled as she approached from behind her mother. The younger mauw’s steps were deliberate and graceful as she drew her skirt open like a curtain, revealing she too hadn’t worn underwear. Her pussy was as bare as her mother’s, equally puffy and leaking with excitement.

Her free hand pulled at the plunging neckline of her dress. Not bothering to undress like Queenie did, Princess very un-elegantly exposed her own breasts with the seduction of a prostitute eager for pay-day. Though while the younger mauw’s chest was significantly smaller, the small globes and the puffy nipples were no less tantalising.

Both mauw sauntered in close, Princess grabbing one of Avery’s hands by the wrist, and Queenie the other. Like they had choreographed the move they set his palms against their exposed breasts, letting him fondle mother and daughter simultaneously.

Avery was a deer in the headlights, staring at the exposed tits as he squeezed experientially. Princess was smaller, but firmer. And while Queenie was softer, she was no less perky. Cuddly was perhaps the right word to use. And their fur was equally plush and silky.

Neither mauw wasted much time, purring as they pawed at the front of Avery’s dress pants and found the rapidly forming bulge that had become impossible to ignore anymore.

They removed his belt and pants with quick, practiced movements, exposing his straining cock underneath. Their eager gazes locked onto their prize and eyes widened with excitement. Queenie held some composure and licked her lips while Princess opened her mouth and gasped audibly.

“Asirae bless me. Look mother. This is easily the biggest one to grace us,” Princess complimented as she wrapped her fingers around the base and squeezed the erection experimentally. Her palm was soft and her petite fingers just barely wrapped about the girth, the mixed texture of her sleek hand and tickling fur making Avery clench and throb violently in her embrace.

“Now, now. It is indeed big,” Queenie agreed. “But it is hard to tell if it is the biggest. Personally I have yet to embrace a human member whose size has failed to excite. Though I do admit, this one…” she shuddered as the older mauw wrapped her warm hand around the tip, her free hand testing the waters between her own thighs. “I am curious if it will fit inside us at all.”

“Where there is a will there is a way, mother,” Princess reminded as if Avery wasn’t there, and the duo giggled, their sleek hands beginning to massage Avery’s length.

Tingling lightning bolts of pleasure rocketed through the human’s loins and he sighed, sinking his fingers into their breasts as if he would otherwise fall off the surface of the planet. Princess moaned as her free hand laid over his, ensuring he keep his hand on her breast while she worked the shaft from the roots to the tip where her mother was gently caressing the glans with her fingers.

“W-wait,” Avery started to stammer as his brain caught up to current events.

The mauw seemed to ignore him for a moment, their eyes fixed with lust on the cock sliding between their palms as they lowered themselves with feline grace. Princess hurriedly dropped to her knees and shuffled to get comfortable with his erection casting a phallic shadow over her excited expression. Queenie at the same time lowered into a squat, folding her long legs out to either side of her as she sat comfortably on her stiletto heels with her thighs wide open in invitation.

“Wait, wait. Slow down,” Avery repeated, the alien women moving their faces so close to either side of his erection he could feel the clammy warmth of their breath. “I don’t… I don’t understand. I’m not mauw. I’m an alien to you. Shouldn’t this be Tabs’ reward?”

Queenie gave a sympathetic smile, recognising his confusion. Of course he wouldn’t understand, he wasn’t one of the female mauw ancestors who had been forced to painfully mate with the barbed erections that not only ruined the passages they plundered, but barely lasted a few moments before ejaculation.

Since the rise of the matriarchy and invention of the womb-vats, mauw women had transcended such a painful breeding experience. Now they only had sex for leisure, and had learned doing so with allied species such as the humans from SolCon was particularly entertaining.

But it was all far too lengthy and complicated to explain right now. Especially with Queenie’s pussy dripping and screaming to be filled by the monstrous member hovering barely a centimetre from her nose.

Thankfully Princess knew exactly how to explain it in her own way, blurting out in laughter at the mention of Tabs.

“What? That tiny little barbed thing?” She wriggled her pinkie for visual aid. “That pathetic thing is barely worth this sort of attention. Now this.” Her eyes widened as she caressed Avery’s shaft with both hands. “A big, sleek human cock like this, so thick and juicy; it needs more than a silicon toy. It needs a massaging hand, a loving mouth and especially the tight, silken pussy of a mauw goddess to properly pleasure it. As your reward for saving my life, nothing less will do.”

Queenie giggled in agreement. “I couldn’t have put it better myself, daughter. Now, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see if this cock is as delicious as it looks.”

Avery gulped as the mother and daughter duo shared a mischievous glance. “Hold on a second. What-…”

He bit off the end of his own sentence by clenching his teeth and muffling a groan of pleasure as Princess suddenly pressed her warm tongue to the base of his cock and dragged the rough appendage up along the underside of his shaft, leaving a slick trail of saliva as she went. The course texture of her tongue wasn’t unpleasant, it just completely took Avery off-guard and made him clench hard like he was about to cum right there and then across both their feline faces.

Every ounce of resolve dripped away, massaged out of him like the fat drop of precum balanced on the tip of his erection by the talented mother-daughter duo. The marine in him wanted to put a stop to this. But the altogether more powerful caveman within told that part of him to shut the fuck up, to just smile and wave.

Princess continued to trail her tongue along the sensitive underbelly of the human cock, each gentle stroke making Avery’s muscles clench with anticipation for the moment she would finally wrap her lips around the tip and let him plunge his length deep into her heated throat. As he thought it though, Queenie darted forward and sucked up the bead of precum before it could escape her puckered lips, planting a soft, wet kiss across his sensitive glans.

“Delightful,” she commented as her hand took over from Princess’ tongue, using the younger mauw’s saliva as lubricant for the slender massaging motions of her palm.

Princess in the meantime took centre stage, putting her mouth over the tip, sliding her lips down and hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard. Queenie held the base of Avery’s cock and squeezed it gently, her long fingers looking wonderful on his thick girth as she pumped in unison with her daughter’s oral seduction.

Avery groaned, his body trembling as he struggled to hold back the building tension. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in this situation. Hold back as long as possible? Or give Princess’ hungry mouth exactly what it was trying to get out of him?

As quickly as he considered, Princess suddenly pulled her mouth off with a wet pop and smiled up at him, shuffling aside to graciously give her mother space to work. Queenie immediately took the young woman’s place and opened wide, sticking her tongue out and enveloping his cock tenderly.

Tongue guiding along the underside of his cock, the older more experienced mauw plunged forward, letting his dark glans slip into the back of her warm throat. An involuntary moan escaped Avery, triggering further encouragement from Queenie: a collective purr of satisfaction and a twitching of her tail as she began to bob her head rhythmically up and down. A soft ‘gwok-gwok-gwok’ rose up from the matriarch as she intimately throated him, her eyes brimming with tears of effort but refusing to look away from his face as she searched his expression for approval.

“Oh, mother, you show off,” Princess giggled.

Queenie drew back, gasping for air as several thick strands of her saliva connected the tip of the spasming cock with her bottom lip. “You know as well as I that men like a warm throat rippling around their manhood. Now may be a good opportunity to train your throat.”

“No,” Princess said scrunching up her nose in disgust. “I don’t like it. And besides, there are more interesting places we can put this wonderful new toy of ours.”

“Darling, if it doesn’t fit in your throat, it won’t fit in your cunny.”

“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” Princess said, closing her lips around the tip and massaging Avery into the warmth of her mouth.

She would suck and lick like that for a moment before pulling back, and Queenie would close her throat around his cock next, dutifully choking herself for Avery’s pleasure. Back and forth they went, giving each other a barely respectful amount of working space as his erection passed from mother to daughter, then back again.

And both stared up at him with unbridled lust, pleasuring Avery until he couldn’t take it anymore. He gasped and stepped back, sliding out of Queenie’s mouth and panting to catch his breath as a torrent of cum churned at the starting line at the base of his cock.

It didn’t take long to come back down from the orgasmic edge, but Princess obliviously dragged him back up to the cusp as she reached out and gripped his cock while shuffling to her feet.

“Let me go first, mother. I will relieve his pent-up load, so that he will last much longer on your turn,” she said.

Queenie giggled proudly as she rose alongside her daughter and pecked the girl lovingly on the cheek. “Oh, thank you, daughter. Such a good girl you are. So thoughtful.”

Queenie’s eyes twinkled as she moved across the room, her curves swaying sensuously with each step. She settled into a chaise, reclining to watch the show like a good cuckquean. Her slender legs crossed, partially in a manner to show off their length, but also to deny her fingers access to the yearning little hole between her thighs. She wasn’t against touching herself while watching the human invade her daughter’s depths, but Queenie also wanted to be nice and pent up when her turn came around.

Her gaze never left Avery as Princess undressed him, hurriedly undoing buttons on his jacket and shirt, then tugging his pants down all the way to reveal the smooth dark skin rippling with hard muscles that were almost cut from stone. Then, no sooner had she pushed him lightly onto the bed did the slender mauw climb on top of him, peering down at her delectable prey.

Her furry labia parted as they stroked along Avery’s length, smearing her wetness across his sensitive flesh. Back and forth she went with an agile flick of her thrusting hips, her clit buzzing with delight as it rubbed across his hard, hot shaft.

Satisfied that her salve of excitement was properly applied, she rocked forward and reached down, her chin barely reaching Avery’s chest as she gripped his thick cock and perched her tight opening over the throbbing head. Her fuchsia nipples were small bullets of anticipation and she was so wet a fat drop of her warm juices rolled down the side of Avery’s shaft, tickling its way annoyingly down his member to leave a slippery trail down the length of his pounding flesh.

“I’m going to fuck you now, pet,” she purred softly, making Avery grit his teeth.

“Who are you calling pe-…” his sentence broke off with a snarl of pleasure as he felt her body sink down around his glans.

Her soft sheath uncoiled to wrap itself around his head, sinking ever so insidiously down to the top of his shaft before she paused. Then shifting both hands to his chest, Princess set her nails into his skin and with a wide, open-mouthed smile started to push herself back and down, forcing her velvety sheath further down around the alien invader.

Her cry was long and loud, and her eyes remained stubbornly fixed on his, brimming with a mixture of pleasure and lust for more.

“Yeeehhsss~!” she slurred, her voice rising in pitch the further she impaled herself on him. “It’s so big. Just how I like it.”

Avery bucked beneath the young mauw, both of their eyes glazed with unadulterated desire.

“I saw that, Sergeant Avery,” Queenie cooed teasingly as she watched, her fingers playing with the tip of her agile tail. “You might have exemplary self-control, but there’s no denying the divine feel of my daughter’s goddess-like sheath. I’ve been told it’s wonderfully tight.”

The older mauw watched her daughter ride the human, a pleased smile playing around her lips. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of love and lust, as she revelled in the sight of her daughter’s rapturous expression.

Princess looked back over her shoulder, locking eyes with Queenie as she pushed herself down the last few centimetres, her toes visibly curling against the soles of her strappy stilettoes. Her tail was raised high and taut butt-cheeks spread by her bent over position to give a full view of how wide apart her pussy had been stretched by Avery’s cock. Just below the base of her tail, her tight back-door clenched as she massaged his length with her pelvic floor, kegels working furiously to hug him. Her pussy seemed to suckle and drag him deeper until her body could take no more and he nestled firmly against her innermost depths.

She held her breath and gripped onto Avery’s muscular chest, digging her claws into his skin as she let out a cathartic moan.

“He barely fits,” she panted, turning her head to momentarily make eye-contact with her mother. “Ohh~, it feels like he’s tickling my womb.”

Princess’s eyes rolled back as she savoured the sensation of Avery’s cock filling her up. She started to ride him slowly, her hips grinding against his pelvis with each stroke. Her walls clenched around him, massaging his length as she adjusted to his size.

As she moved, the soft bed swayed soundlessly under their combined weight. The smell of their arousal mingled in the air, a heady scent that seemed to intoxicate them both. Princess’s breasts were almost too small or too firm to bounce in time with the thrusts, but raking his fingers up through her soft fur he squeezed the ample globes, feeling along the rock-hard nipples and earning a shuddering moan from the mauw as he groped and pinched her. His other hand grabbed her slim, taut ass, helping her rise and fall in a needy rhythm as their bodies responded to the slippery plunging of his cock in and out of her wet hole.

Their senses craved more and started to act like automatons chasing the pleasure of release.

Queenie watched her daughter intently, her tail coiling and flicking in anticipation. She could see the pleasure written all over the young mauw’s body, the way she alternated between dropping her chin to her chest and tipping her head back to cry out at the ceiling; the way her tail flicked into the air, coiling and twitching in time with the clenching of her ass and the curling of her toes; the way she gyrated her hips in her uniquely skilful way, a sexual dance Queenie had seen her drive many men insane with. They would have cum by now, grabbing the petite mauw tightly and holding her in place as they pumped their hot seed deep into her fertile belly.

But stoking Queenie’s awe and subsequent excitement for her own turn, Sergeant Avery was holding out. The statuesque marine barely grunted as he held on to Princess, matching her pace and holding himself just below the cusp of ecstasy while the matriarch’s daughter pleasured him in thanks for saving her life.

Though the way Princess moaned and writhed, it was hard to tell this was supposed to be the human’s reward.

Her pussy gripped Avery’s cock like a vice, as if it was trying to milk him of every last drop as she giggled and babbled. “Oh, this human is so much better than that little what’s-his-name. Crabs or something?” she said, her voice husky with pleasure. “This human cock is so smooth and big. That pathetic little bitch back there was barely worth the honour of licking mother’s slit. He barely lasted a few pumps in a toy. I bet he would have shot his load in his tunic at just the mention of what I’m willing to do to my brand new human toy.”

She bit the end of her sentence off witha roll of her eyes and a muffled ‘Nnnnhhff~!’ as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and felt a mixture of pain and pleasure jolt through her right nipple where Avery pinched her hard.

“Watch it, pet,” she crooned, sliding one hand up his chest and wrapping her slender fingers around his throat.

“You watch it,” Avery growled back between grunts. “Tabs saved our lives in the end. Have some respect.”

She giggled, not taking him seriously until the sound choked way with Avery turning his grip to her slender throat. Unlike her fingers, his single mitt managed to circle her neck completely, and if felt like all he had to do was squeeze to break her like a toothpick.

“I mean it!” Avery warned.

And this time, with his hand around her throat, Princess nodded. But that delighted spark in her eyes and the pleasured smile on her lips didn’t fade an iota. “Ahn~! Yes, daddy♥!”

Princess quavered as she said it, thrusting her hips down with a finality that sent shockwaves of completion through her legs and belly.

Her eyes widened in rapture, then rolled back as her body went limp. Avery, still clutching her neck, felt her small frame shudder as the final spasms of her orgasm shook her.

Queenie, watching from her chaise, took note of the scene, a satisfied smile playing around her lips. “Oh, that was a good one,” she cooed. “Well done, my dear.”

Princess sighed weakly, her fur bristling as she vented the heat of post orgasmic bliss between the spasmic, involuntary clenches that seized her body. She was still impaled almost down to the roots of Avery’s cock, several thick slivers of creamy white fluids circling his shaft like slimy ribbons.

“It was definitely… OH!” She broke into a surprised squeal as she felt Avery grip the base of her tail.

Where she collapsed into his hand still gripping her throat, she powerlessly felt him lift her hips up by her tail until only the head of his cock was nestled in her stretched opening. Then like she was little more than some toy, he shoved her back down his dick, slamming her cervix in a way that made the mauw stare blankly into the headboard, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

Queenie laughed, seeing her daughter convulse and tremble with renewed pleasure as Avery started to use the younger mauw for his own end, ripping her up and down his erection by her tail. Princess’ legs turned to jelly, splayed out into a rough approximation of the splits as she grabbed two handfulls of the sheets and held on for dear life.

“You look like you like that,” Queenie commented, to which Princess could only nod with a dumb little ‘mmm-hmm!’ “Good girl. You take it all, now. Let our guest use your body for his own pleasure. This is his reward, after all.”

Princess nodded with another vapid ‘mmm-hmm’ in agreement as she was roughly used.

Avery’s fingers gripped her tail tightly, slamming her hips down to meet his own with a force that shook the bed and compressed the air from the mauw’s lungs each time. Her pussy slurped as loudly as she screamed with delight and the room was filled with the rhythmic ‘plap’ of wet fur against his bare skin.

Princes could do nothing but hang on and take it, her body jolted by the continuous waves of pleasure as Avery repeatedly assaulted her pussy with his manhood. And her wetness made his thrusting easier, the constant lubrication streaming out of her opening and drenching Avery’s member, making each jerking thrust smoother than the last.

Quickfire orgasms ripped through her body, his rough treatment making her cum again and again until she completely lost count; and feeling.

Her eyes glazed over as she moaned, drool hanging from her lips as she hung there limply. “I’m cumming,” she babbled between squirts of cream spurting from the tight seal her pussy made around Avery’s plunging cock. “I can’t stop cumming. Look, mother! Look at how the mindless brute is making me cum against and again!”

“I see it, darling. It’s very exciting. I can hardly wait my turn.”

Nobody knew what it was that set Avery off, whether it was Queenie’s excitement for her turn, Princess’ warm, quivering orgasms or just the slick friction of her pussy’s velvety walls that finally tipped him over. But as the marine came, he slammed her down, stuffing as much of his cock would fit in her tiny box as a fat, throbbing vein rippled up along the underside of his cock. It pulsed and vibrated as he released a thick, hot torrent of his seed against the neck of Princess’ womb, flooding the sensitive flesh of her innermost depths.

With a fresh cry, Princess’ eyes widened to the size of saucers, her mouth hanging open in amazement at the sensation of being filled up. And even after four powerful spurts, there seemed to be no slowing the sheer torrent ejaculating into her. More flooded her canal until with the pressure of buildup several strings of his creamy seed spurted from the tight seal her pussy lips made around his pulsating shaft.

“So much,” she whispered. “Oh, asirae witness me, there’s so much cum.”

Slowly finding the feeling in her legs again, she propped herself up on her knees and slowly lifted herself up along his slippery shaft, before with a wet pop he slipped from her canal and his cock flopped tiredly like a drowned pet onto Avery’s stomach.

Queenie in the meantime watched with a fascinated smile, leaning forward as she watched her daughter’s gaping pussy hang open for a moment, the cavernous hole leaking a waterfall of thick human cum that dribbled into the bedsheets. Slowly, bit by bit her sheath closed in on itself, but even by the time she had crawled down along his legs and slid his over-loved member into her mouth, diligently cleaning up after herself, her walls hadn’t completely closed yet.

While mauw women seemed pedantic about the idea of a barbed mauw penis ruining their pussies, they didn’t seem at all worried about a girthy human member stretching their petite bodies open.

Princess’s slender purple tongue darted out of her mouth, tasting the salty white essence and moaning with delight as she worked. Avery’s member twitched, and a shudder ran down his spine as the sensitive tip of his cock slipped back into her warm mouth and the mixed massage of her tongue and slender hands worked him back to readiness. Her head bobbed up and down, her eyes closed with concentration, savouring the feel of his soft member growing and hardening between her lips.

Several more times she transitioned to long licks, dragging her tongue along his shaft to scoop up an errant sliver of cream, be it his cum or hers Avery didn’t know. But she lapped it up and swallowed diligently with a constant, low purr of delight rising from the mauw woman.

When she was done, Princess climbed to her feet and pulled Avery to follow her with her fingers wrapped possessive around his wet, slippery erection. She led him towards the chaise where Queenie waited with ever waning patience. The older woman swung her legs over the side of her seat and she sat up, excitement practically arcing off her like bolts of lightning.

“Mother, I present you a magnificent human cock, freshly lubricated and hard,” Princess announced with a small bow, like she were presenting some official gift to the court. “He should last nice and long now that his pent-up load has been relieved. Not that releasing his first load was quick in the slightest. I think this glorious cock will give you much pleasure.”

Princess stooped and Queenie planted a tender kiss on her daughter’s cheek. “Oh, thank you dear, for such an amazing gift. You are such a wonderful daughter.”

Letting her fingers slip, almost reluctantly from Avery’s cock, the younger mauw stepped out from between them and slid herself into one of the nearby armchairs. But unlike when her presence had simply been as witness in the throne room, she didn’t immediately bring up a holo-board and start doom-scrolling on social media. She remained straight backed and attentive, watching closely with her knees pressed together.

Taking her turn, slowly and ladylike, Queenie reached forward and enveloped the cock that hung eyelevel with where she sat. Elegantly she started to stroke, one hand firmly fixed around the base while the other moved up and down the slick surface of the shaft. Then, once she’d fully explored one half, she slid a hand up to the tip and gently massaged the crown while the other petite hand started to feel and explore along the base and lower half of the shaft.

Avery gritted his teeth and suppressed a groan, but there was no hiding the way he rolled his hips, thrusting into her perfect grip. Her hands were delightful, attentive and caring. And all it would take was a few minutes of this sort of attention before Avery would be ready to cum again, and possibly decorate the delightful matriarch’s face with his seed.

The older mauw woman chuckled as she felt him thrust and removed her hands, leaning forward and panting a tender kiss on the tip of his erection. It pulsed in that moment, lifting off her lips then dropped just as quickly to boop her gently, making the woman giggle playfully.

“What to do, what to do,” she mused softly, eyes fixed on his cock as she drank in the sight and smell of it. “So many things I want to try. So many positions, I just don’t know where to start.”

Avery felt a shiver run down his spine, the power of her gaze searing through his armour of self-control. He cupped the woman gently by her furry cheek and directed her warm gaze up to his before guiding her to her feet. His hand slid down her naked body as she went, wrapping around her waist and running his opposite hand up her inner thigh. She was just tall enough he didn’t have to stoop too far to press his lips to hers, and his fingers found the tender little slit between her thighs with ease.

“Maybe I can help you get started,” he said, before pressing into a deep, passionate kiss.

Her lips parted and her tongue wasted no time in mingling against his, his cock throbbing against her flat belly and his fingertips slithering between the puffy lips of her labia, playing with the tender flesh inside. Her knees wobbled as she moaned into his mouth, bucking her sensitive pussy against his digits.

The kiss parted, just a few strings of saliva connecting her lips to his as she gripped his face in both hands and opened wide for a delectable moan. His fingers found her clit, spreading her wetness over the sensitive little fuchsia pearl before playing across it in firm, consistent circles that made Queenie tremble just right.

“Are you going to play with me first?” she whispered, and Avery nodded.

Taking her excited smile as consent to move on, Avery slid a finger up into her cunt and hooked tightly along the roof of her canal. Then with his handful of her pussy, he lifted the light woman clean off her feet, making her squeal with delight as she was elevated up to his eyelevel.

Carrying her like that, his penetrating finger wiggling against her insides so delectably, he carried the feline to the bed and threw her down, his digit still grinding and teasing along the sensitive spot inside her that begged for firmer attention.

He gave it to her as she spread her legs up into the air, heels pointed into the far corners of the ceiling to give him all the space he needed to work. Queenie spread her arms up over her head and across the bed, turning her face into one shoulder and biting down as she let Avery have at her body, plunging and wriggling his finger against her g-spot several moments as her excitement started to leak into the sheets.

Then when his fingers started to slow from fatigue as they wrestled between the powerful muscles of her tight cunt, he slipped out of her and knelt until his face nestled against her musky quim. Her moan of momentary disappointment as his fingers left her turned elated once more as instead his powerful tongue, smoother, broader and more powerful than Tabs’ had been, slithered between her taut labia and licked her from the bottom, up across her clenching opening and then settled firmly on her clit.

“Yes!” she cried breathlessly as the air exploded from her lungs at the sensation. She dug her nails into the sheets and ripped, leaving clawmarks in the silk as her eyes jerked wide open, staring as if she’d seen the face of her deity.

Pawing her thighs and forcing them apart as far as her mature but flexible mauw physique would allow, he opened Queenie’s buffet of sex for business and started to feast like her pussy was the tastiest thing he’d seen at the end of a week-long fast.

Her purple fur sizzled with electrifying anticipation as he dove in deep, thrusting and bucking his tongue into her quim like a desperate beast. Queenie’s back arched off the bed as her hips trembled back and forth; lifting and dropping her pussy against his wriggling tongue.

A mind-breaking orgasm built rapidly out of nothing, dragging the Queenie’s senses to nirvana as she bit down on her bottom lip and tried to hold back the tides of pleasure ripping through her, if only so the benevolent matriarch would appear as a blushing virgin having her quim licked for the first time.

She failed miserably. There was no holding back anything as the tip of Avery’s tongue dipped into her tangy honeypot and swirled against her sensitive opening.

Her legs vibrated, her toes curled in her shoes and every muscle in her body locked as she panted with delight.

“I’m coming!” she exclaimed in such a rush a spray of spittle flew from her lips. “Asirae witness me, I’m coming so hard!”

She cried out, her pink eyes screwed shut as she rolled her hips against Avery’s hungry mouth. She had a hand on the top of his head and gripped his short hair tightly as the room span around her. Tirelessly Avery continued to lick and suck at her wet slit, drinking in her warm, tangy nectar and flicking his tongue faster and faster over her clit until she was gasping and moaning with every wave of bliss that coursed through her body.

“Again!” she gasped. “More! Keep worshipping me! Your tongue is more worthy than any other that has attempted to please me in the past!”

Sitting up, Queenie lowered her legs and wrapped them around Avery’s head, her thighs hugging his cheeks and her angles locking together behind his back. His ministrations didn’t stop and within moments Queenie was mewling and chirping with pleasure again.

Her muscles clenched and convulsed again, bucking against his tireless tongue as she rode the crest of another orgasm. This one rose slower than the las though, and she enjoyed the languid edging towards divine climax. There were more tingles prickling through her senses this way, jerking at her body like the strings of pure delight. Like the most relaxing massage, but not just on her body, but within her very nerves.

Her eyes narrowed seductively down at him, her mouth agape with happiness and pleasure.

“You’re such a good boy,” she cooed sweetly at her human. “You’re making me feel so nice. Make me cum again, just like that. Please, I want it again.”

Without a sound, Avery closed his eyes and set back to work.

His mouth wrapped around her erect clit, sucking softly while his tongue swirled familiar circles around the little bud. Queenie shuddered, the new sensation unlike anything she’d felt before. She gasped, suddenly aware of how sensitive her whole body had become.

“Nnyaahhnn~! You’re so good at this,” she praised, pulling her legs up to cradle his head in her thighs. “I’m going to petition SolCon to let me keep you, for ever and ever! Every night you’re going to make my daughter and I orgasm until we can’t think anymore. Your cock will never be dry again, as you satisfy our tight wet sheaths over and over into the wee hours of the morning.”

Avery doubted he wanted that, as fun as it would be for a long weekend vacation once in a while. It would also make for a very shallow relationship. Besides, SolCon would never sign off on it, and until his contract with Astro Corps was up, he belonged to them.

Unless of course the military assigned him to Queenie and Princess for the foreseeable future, in which case he’d be ‘theirs’ until he was re-assigned.

Queenie’s head rolled back and she spread herself out again with a light ‘plof!’ of her lithe body landing on the mattress. Her back arched and quivering limbs stretched again, her taut belly tightening and convulsing as her lower body took on a mind of its own.

“Almost there!” she breathed with a rapturous smile across her face. “I’m getting close!”

His tongue continued its rhythmic dance between her bubbling opening and her throbbing clit. The taste of her juices nourished his appetite for more, and he buried his face deeper between her furry thighs. His nose curled into her pink, glistening cunt, and he groaned with exertion, powering through the numbness burning in his tongue as he felt her delicate folds quiver under him.

Queenie held to the cusp of ecstasy, her hands clutching and unclutching the sheets below her as Avery edged her right on that cusp for as long as he could. But eventually, even if only accidentally, a final flick of his tongue across her hard little pearl sent her tumbling up into the ascendancy the mauw’s asirae-centric religion promised.

Her back bowed, her body tensed, and she threw her head back with a strangled cry, suffocating her cries with her own hand. Queenie’s whole body jerked as if she’d been shot by a neural stunner, spasming and convulsing until her climax dissipated.

Still shuddering, she finally lowered her hand and opened her eyes, trying to focus on the marine rising to his feet and taking her legs up with him, stretching them up so her heels were propped on his shoulders and his cock slipped between her thighs. Lifting a slender hand, she gestured him closer, like beckoning a servant with an elegant flourish.

“Come to me,” she invited. “Take me like you took my daughter. Claim me. Rut me like a wild, untamed beast.”

As Avery leaned over her, propping one knee onto the edge of the bed and elegantly folding the matriarchs legs until she was doubled over with her sopping pussy hanging open under his hungry cock, there was a giggle to the edge of the room.

Still watching attentively, Princess cupped her breasts, playing with her own nipples as she bore witness to her mother’s satisfaction.

“Mother, you’re such an insatiable minx,” she said with a giggle.

Queenie purred, giving her daughter a sultry look. “Where do you think you get it from, my dear?”

Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted into a delighted ‘O’ as Avery dipped the tip of his cock against her labia and pressed to her entrance. Her body quivered, knees shaking where they pressed against her breasts and slowly Avery pressed into the slender woman. Despite her age and motherhood, she was as tight as Princess and her snug sheath slurped noisily to take him almost completely to the hilt.

His weight settled on her, pressing her into the mattress and making her moan with the way his crown nudged and massaged her cervix.

“Wonderful,” she gasped in awe. “It’s so deep.” Queenie groaned as Avery’s thick shaft invaded her tight pussy, filling her up in a way she had never experienced before. He continued to pump steadily, pushing into her with long, powerful strokes that left her bristling in the mauw version of a blush and almost too breathless to speak.

She gripped his muscular forearms then gazed lovingly down at her perfect view of the thick shaft pleasing her tight body. Her breasts undulated with every wet ‘plap’ his pelvis made when he thrust down against hers, and were she a cartoon character she surely would have had little pink hearts in her pupils as she watched her slippery ribbons of cream smear all over the wonderful cock plunging in and out of her.

No corner of her pussy was left unloved, every centimetre of her sheath massaged by the subtle muscular ridges along his shaft and bulging veins pounding blood through the member. She could feel his pulse vibrate through her thin, velvety walls and relished the smooth, slippery motions with adoring, mewling moans.

Princess watched in awe as her mother was slowly reduced to a whimpering mess. Every past human toy had to work for hours before they received such a reaction from Queenie, and even then never so intense.

Pinching her nipple she couldn’t help slide a hand down her belly and test the waters between her thighs. The younger mauw didn’t have nearly as much discipline as the matriarch and before long Princess’ fingers were plunging in and out of her cunt, the walls still pleasantly stretched from the rutting Avery had given her.

At the same time Avery’s thrusts deepened, sending tremors of pleasure through Queenie’s body. She threw her head back, arching her chest into the air as her breasts jiggled slightly with each powerful thrust. Her sharp teeth clenched, and pink eyes squinted as Avery’s cock continued its ceaseless rampage through her snug, wet sex.

Her fingernails dug into his forearms, leaving no doubt as to the intensity of pleasure consuming every inch of her being. Even with her decades of experience and a taste for girthy human cocks, she’d never quite been thoroughly pleasured into the core of her depths like this.

“My word!” she moaned, her civil demeanour still shining through as she writhed beneath the marine. “You’re wonderful, darling. I can’t remember the last time a lover made me feel like this… Nyahh♥~! Yes, just like that! Oh, don’t stop!”

Avery wouldn’t dare. If anything, he slammed her harder and faster. Queenie’s long legs dangled loosely either side of her as she trembled and let her expression go slack. Her eyes rolled and her tongue hung out past her lips.

“There!” she begged. “There-there-there! I’m… I’m going to…”

Queenie’s creamy pussy quivered and clenched as she orgasmed. Her whole body trembled, a sudden rush of warmth flooding through her as the muscles in her pussy clenched and unclenched around Avery’s cock. She let out a guttural cry, her eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Avery didn’t miss a beat, continuing to thrust into her with long, deep strokes that made her whole body shudder.

Princess watched with wide eyes, her own pussy clenching in sympathy as her mother came undone beneath the human. nothing quite matched the beauty of seeing her mother, her matriarch, a wonderful and beloved woman given the pleasure she so rightly deserved from a worthy pet.

And like Princess had hoped, and Queenie had been equally excited to test, the way the younger mauw had milked him meant Avery was able to hold out against the slippery orgasm of the sexy mature feline. Instead of stopping in his tracks and filling the matriarch like how he’d done for Princess, Avery just kept going.

He slammed into her harder and faster, his pelvis slapping against her clit with every powerful thrust. Queenie’s whole body trembled, and she moaned as another orgasm built inside of her. She clenched her fists in the sheets, digging her nails into the fabric as she arched her back and threw her head back.

“Don’t stop! Oh, it’s so good!”

Avery gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as he continued to pound into the matriarch. Her pussy quivered around him, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she came again. Avery groaned, his cock throbbing as he felt her warmth spill over him. He was getting close. But he wasn’t done yet.

In one sweeping motion he backed off the bed, taking Queenie up into his arms with ease. Her lithe frame was practically weightless, and with his hands groping the wide curves of her ass, he continued to slam his cock in and out of her creamy pussy. Queenie wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, undulating back and forth with a shaky moan that matched the insane rhythm that was more like machine gun fire than a traditional lovemaking ‘plap-plap-plap!’

It was more the rhythm of battle Avery had adopted against Fourth Realm on that mountainside. Unrelenting. Merciless. Thorough and unflinching.

And Queenie loved every moment of it as her body fell victim to another crashing wave of ecstasy. The orgasm that followed was both inevitable by the way she clenched and squealed, but it was also entirely unexpected.

Queenie threw her head back, letting out a guttural cry of pleasure. Her whole body trembled, her legs shaking into the air and her toes alternating from splaying out and curling in her strappy stilettoes. Tears of effort that had brimmed in her eyes rushed down her cheeks, dragging black mascara stains across her pale purple fur. Drops of liquid beaded on her nipples, her body so properly and thoroughly bred that her hormones had tricked her mammary glands into thinking she was definitely going to be having another kitten soon.

At the same time Queenie released and a torrent of warmth. Where it came from, she had no idea, but it squirted from her body in a powerful jet, spilling all over the cock filling her up and dribbling down Avery’s balls before splattering to the floor between his feet.

Avery grunted as the slippery warmth spilled over him. He was tense, hilted inside the mature mauw woman and trembling as he held her up with his pulsing cock. One more thrust would do it; it would send him past the point of no return and he’d fill her ladyship to the brim like he’d done for her daughter.

Except Queenie had other plans.

“I want it on my face,” she ordered. “Put me down.”

Gritting his teeth, Avery rolled his hips back and had to clench as he pulled from her tight body with a wet pop and another splatter of free-flowing feminine happiness.

Carefully, he lowered the matriarch to the floor. As soon as Queenie’s feet touched the ground she buckled and collapsed to her knees, her face hovering just under the tip of his erection.

“I want to feel you decorate me,” she whispered, reaching up and wrapping her delicate hand around the shaft.

Princess stalked over at the same time on hands and knees until she was perched on her knees beside her mother. Both Queenie and Princess hovered under the tip of his cock, swollen and ready to burst as the mother and daughter lovingly interlocked their fingers and guided their palms as one up and down Avery’s cock. They’d definitely done this before.

His erection squelched under their touch with the wetness of Queenie’s orgasm, and the sight of her looking up so lovingly and excited while Princess hungrily opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch the first load was undeniably sexy. He stared down at them as he clenched, then let the dam break.

The women closed their eyes and sighed as the first spurt of warmth landed on them. It landed elegantly across Queenie’s cheek with the tail end running up to the corner of Princess’ mouth and dripping onto her tongue. It was quickly followed by another, then another as ropes of a thick, virile load as copious as the first that was still dripping down Princess’ thigh decorated their faces.

The women purred as they were showered by the final, weakest of the warm spurts. Their feline faces, so often marked by haughtiness and pride, were a sticky and matted mess of semen soaking into their fur; painting them with the raw evidence of their true sluttiness.

Princess fingers continued to squelch between her thighs as she rubbed her cheek to her mother’s, grinding the slippery warm mess into their fur. She had swallowed the load that had landed in her mouth, and Queenie licked the droplets of cum from her lips to get a taste of her own before their eyes flittered open, more jizz dangling from their long eyelashes and whiskers. Their gazes were hot with rekindling desire.

“Simply divine,” Queenie complimented, her voice warm and motherly as she turned to inspect the mess all over her daughter’s face. “Oh, darling you look beautiful with his cum all over your face.”

“You do as well, mother,” Princess agreed. She leaned in and kissed her mother on the cheek, strangely respectfully considering everything so far, but licked the cum she’d smeared on her lips clean. “But we should consider a shower.”

“And why is that, dear?”

Princes glanced up at the towering human erection still looming over them both. Her fingers tested along its length, and she flashed Avery an adoring smile.

“Because it seems our guest isn’t quite satisfied yet. We’d be terrible hostesses if we didn’t properly satisfy him. And at this rate, that is sure to take all night…”

Queenie and Princess rose to their feet and led the way to a side door leading into a large, tiled bathroom. Avery watched from the doorway as both mauw stripped off the remains of their clothing – Queenie’s jewellery and heels and Princess’ shoes and dress – before both naked felines stepped seductively into the spacious shower cubicle and waved enticingly for him to join them.

Queenie leaned back against the cool tiles, bending her knees slightly to spread her thighs in a manner that was hardly ladylike. Additionally, she reached down and spread her labia apart with two fingers, showing the fuchsia flesh Avery had been hilted into moments ago, and quivered with an all new hunger for him to fill her up again.

Princess at the same time leaned against the tiles and reached back, groping her ass and squeezing the globes apart to show off the winking hole at the base of her tale as well as the tight little slit begging to be stretched to the point of gaping again.

The way his cock throbbed at the sight told him Princess was right. This was going to take all night.

[i]Smile and wave,[/i] Avery told himself, then walked over to join the waiting women.

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