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Destiny in their Claws

A single bead of sweat ran down Lieutenant James Aston’s forehead as he gripped the controls of his ship and glided along the evening-shaded grasslands of the Mongolian steppes. Despite the remoteness of the area and the dimming light, the land was stained orange with a chorus of explosions in every which way James could see.

This had been humanity’s last stand and the Lieutenant had been made for this purpose. Every gene in his body and every inch of chrome and wire tailor made for one climactic battle with the Ryzat Empire…

And James was fleeing.

It hadn’t been a last stand worthy of any glory. Just another goddamn massacre against humanity without so much as a scratch on the enemy. Most of the Lieutenant's comrades had surrendered before catching sight of a single scale or feather.

There was no choice but to flee and plan, even if James was all by himself. There were reports there were other colonies holding out, if he could just make it to one of those…

James couldn’t jump straight off-planet without alerting the Ryzat’s, he would have been surely shot down in short order, which meant a slower ascension before breaking past the atmosphere. It was cautious but had its own dangers…

Gasping suddenly, James reached down and clutched at his crotch. Erogenous fire scorched his penis and thighs as the beginnings of a sudden orgasm, one more powerful than any he had ever felt in his life, assaulted him.

Though James had heard of soldiers getting strange passions under stress, this was no ordinary war and he had been prepared for this.

“Block,” James muttered and the psionic jammer module in his brain hummed to life.

For a moment, the painfully arousing sensation vanished without a trace, but not a second moment longer. Once it returned, James practically screamed with pain as the alien’s psionic arousal practically gripped him by the cock and squeezed hard.

The jammer continued to hum, it wasn’t broken, it was still running.

It just didn’t do anything.

A voice suddenly whispered in James' mind. Cold and reeking with contempt.

Surrender now and the Ryzat Empire will spare your pitiful life.

James reminded himself quietly not to respond to the voices, not even to mock the enemy. That was a surefire way to lose a battle of the minds with them. He could feel scaly hands wrap around his neck and claws digging into his flesh with every word the psionic voice uttered, a telepathic preview of his fate if he were to surrender.

Another voice invaded James' mind and his crotch burned once more.

Pathetic, but a little cute. Perhaps we can set up a zoo in our new manor for him?

An erogenous aura quivered with every word this new, feminine voice whispered. There was no doubt the two Ryzats had been engaging in some victory coitus before spotting James' ship.

I think we can teach our new pet to serve drinks at least.

James' ship suddenly shook violently and a loud explosion ripped across the port side of the ship. What little engine power James had running came to a complete halt and silence swallowed up the cockpit.

You should still be able to glide down to a safe landing, little human,” the first, masculine voice whispered with a chuckle. Fight or surrender, it makes no difference to us. Your fate is, as it always has been, in our claws. We’ll be waiting for you at the landing site.

But if you were to walk out of your ship with your hands up and no clothes on, the feminine voice snickered playfully, we might be a little bit nicer.

The voices suddenly cut away and James was left alone with the ground slowly but surely growing in size beneath him.

There was no fighting it. The Ryzats were right about one thing, they had put James' fate into their claws and there was only one thing to do now: surrender or fight.

And surrender was not in James' vocabulary.

He was one of the ultimate weapons of the Orion Arm Federation.

Humanity’s finest warrior.

If anyone could defeat these two Ryzats in battle, it would be him.

Gulping down his fear, James gripped the console and hastened his descent, pushing on the controls as hard as he could. With no electronics active, he had to put every ounce of his augmented muscles into the task and could practically feel every bit of machinery in the ship squeal and moan as he forced it to comply.

James saw the rolling grasslands sweep up closer and closer, until he pulled back with a heavy jerk, leveling out his craft.

This is going to be rough.

As flat as the land before James' ship was, the fact was that the landing gear now refused to deploy. If he hadn’t been alone, James could have ordered someone to do the manual release, but there was no time.

The ship thudded violently as its flat bottom made contact with the ground, bouncing up into the air with a torrent of mud and grass. James reached across the console and pulled the manual release of the air-brakes with his left hand while balancing the steering with his right.

Augmented Muscles reaching threshold, a computerized voice whispered.

“I know!” James shouted as the ship slapped the dirt once more and began to skid and spin across the endless steppes.

A large boulder came into view of the cockpit, sticking out in the grasslands like a sore thumb as the ship spun. James' augments did the calculations, they were going to hit it on the next spin.

But there was nothing James could do about that.

James tucked his face between his legs and covered his head. No more than a second later the world shook as if someone had grabbed James' ship and rattled it like a toy.

And then it stopped.

The world grew so still that James thought he must have been dead. Only when he raised his head and saw the wind sweep across the grass outside the shattered cockpit window did he realize he was still alive.

There was not even a sign of the psionic droning that the Ryzats loved to taunt their foes with.

Might still be a chance to hide…

With a click, James removed his safety belt and rose from his seat. Picking up his M431 plasma rifle, James ran its diagnostics which completed with a cheerful beep.

Now or never.

Grabbing the manual release on the exit door, James grunted and spun the circular control until it clicked before kicking the door off of its hinges and onto the dirt below.

“I thought I told you to come out naked and unarmed.”

James' blood ran cold. He thought he was alone at first but when he blinked a horrifying sight seemingly popped into thin air.

His two foes were standing before him confidently. One was a Telchuan, a male, judging by the colorful crimson scales running across his thick, muscular form from tail to snout. An almost seductive grin ran across his muzzle and his emerald eyes narrowed confidently as he caught James' gaze.

The other was Zyaer, warmly wrapped in brown and white feathers across her powerful form, save for the yellow talons on her feet and hands with black claws jutting out of them. She was scratching at the chin of her black, blade-like beak as she also stared back at James.

Both of them were completely naked, not unusual for Ryzat warriors. They often felt that gear and armor was beneath them and unfortunately for humanity they had proven this right numerous times.

The only thing resembling a weapon on them was the thick cock on the male that hung along his thighs ending in a tapered tip. The Zyaer proudly displayed her womanhood as well with clear beads of fluid clinging to the feathers surrounding it.

“I am Firstblood Ornas and this is my mate Firstblood Rhyza,” the names the male Telchuan spoke carried an infection of psionic static that rang inside James' head with a sharp stab of pain, their true names were beyond his ability to comprehend fully. Sensing the human’s pain, Ornas lifted his snout into the air proudly, his scales shimmering in the fading daylight. “I grant you the pleasure of our names only because of your somewhat impressive landing with your little toy glider.”

It was foolish to think you could hide, Rhyza invaded the Lieutenant’s thoughts with her mind. Considering how loud and panicked your heartbeat is.

And your footsteps, Ornas joined in on his mate’s mockery. We can hear them miles away.

Don’t forget our calculations for the crash-landing spot, my mate. Even with human error being a factor, our pet landed exactly where we planned.

James lifted his rifle and fired. A bright flash of white plasma shot out and struck Ornas straight in the center of his exposed chest and he reeled back, clutching at the spot where it had hit.

“Ahhh!” Ornas shrieked dramatically into the air and froze.

James should have been relieved, but when he noticed no reaction from Rhyza, he knew that something had to be wrong.

“Rhyza, it is incredible!” Ornas suddenly broke out of his dramatic pantomime. “Our slaves have invented such a wonderful scale massager!”

Growling, James fired again, three times this time and Ornas practically reveled in every shot of white-hot plasma.

“Yesssss,” Ornas hissed with sheer pleasure dripping from his voice. He turned around and twitched his thick, whip-like tail, “now pet, do my back!”

Tossing the gun to the side, James held up his fists.

Don’t fail me…

A stream of data ran through James' brain followed by a subtle burn rushing through his muscles while his implants fired up. A brief alarm flashed inside his brain but James cut it off with a single command.

Override!

The burn grew more intense as James felt his muscles flex and tighten. There was no losing here, he had to push humanity’s greatest weapon to the limit, himself.

Rhyza stepped forward but the red Telchuan gently placed his palm across her breast and shook his head.

“This one’s mine, dear mate,” Ornas leaned in and ran his long, forked tongue across the curve of Rhyza’s beak. “It would simply be too unfair if you fought him.”

“Next one’s mine.”

“But of course, dear.”

The Telchaun looked over at James, his green eyes flashing wickedly.

“Well?” the reptilian alien crossed his arms. “Are you going to take the first shot?”

Never make a move your enemy is expecting. James knew this well but everything about the alien’s confidence also told him that there was no way imaginable he could provoke Ornas into letting his guard down and attacking first.

James lowered his fists and relaxed his stance, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.

“Come to your senses, hm? Easier to ju-”

With a stomp of his feet, James kicked himself off of the ground and lunged forward, propelled by the muscle augments and hydraulics in his legs. The world seemed to slow down as he was launched through the air, his vision focused on the Telchuan’s face.

Initially Ornas’ eyes went wide with surprise but as the human grew closer that surprise quickly faded and a wicked smile curled up around the alien’s muzzle.

At the last minute, Ornas stepped to the side as James' fist flew past his face harmlessly. Cold scales suddenly wrapped themselves around James' neck and in mere seconds he found himself tossed down onto the dirt, pain wracking across his back.

The curved raptor claw of Ornas’ foot glinted in the sunlight above James' chest and the human rolled to the side just before the alien’s foot slammed into the ground, kicking up grass and dirt.

James' roll came to a halt as he bumped up against a pair of yellow talons. With a gasp, he kicked himself to his feet and jumped back.

“I’m not in this fight,” the avian rolled her eyes. “But if you beg maybe I can ask my mate to be gentle…”

Spinning around, James raised his forearm just in time to block the Telchuan’s fist. A flash of light erupted as James willed the Shield augment to life.

FATAL ERROR, IMPACT THRESHOLD BROKEN BY…SYNTAX ERROR!

Just as soon as it had activated, the Shield exploded in an arc of electricity and the full power of Ornas fist caught James in the arm.

The pain was blinding. James shook himself back to reality and found he had been knocked several feet away from the aliens and as for his arm…

EMERGENCY BONE REPAIR COMPLETE.

He didn’t want to even think about how bad his arm looked before it was fixed by his augments.

It looked like a shattered vase inside a wet sack.

Ornas’ voice invaded James' head along with a jolt of disgust at the image described. Wincing, James keeled over on his side and gagged while Ornas’ claws scraped against the dirt growing closer and closer.

James threw himself off of the ground and charged at Ornas. His fist burned as his implants roared inside him and punched the reptilian square in the stomach, followed by a quick uppercut to the bottom of his chin.

If Ornas had felt any pain, he didn’t show it. He didn’t move or even chuckle in contempt, he just stood there without reacting.

Override!

James shut down the alarm from his implants before he could hear it and his muscles went from burning like a warm fire to seething like acid on an open wound. The pain was immense but he needed more power.

“Aaaaagh!” James screamed as he launched his fist, crashing it into Ornas’ snout.

A brief flash of white engulfed James' vision as the pain flared up. When his vision was restored, James found himself standing before the red Telchuan, suddenly feeling very small and insignificant.

That feeling would only grow worse after Ornas snapped the back of his hand against James' shoulder and sent him flying across the field, slamming into the ground and rolling like a barrel.

After coming to a halt, James flexed his arms and legs, finding them to be intact; and pushed himself up off of the ground and launched himself a foot into the air.

And then did not fall back to the ground.

“What the hell!?” James thrashed his legs but he remained floating in the air like a balloon tethered to the ground.

A flash of crimson and brown suddenly swept across the field, the tall grass parting before the force. One blink later and Ornas and Rhyza were standing before James, with Ornas pointing his black claws towards James.

“I would love to go further but…” Ornas rested his head on the feathered shoulder of his mate and nuzzled her beak with his snout, his claws still pointed at James, “...my mate fears you might receive permanent damage and that simply would not do while you’re on display in our new home.”

“Let me go!”

Ornas flicked his pointer claw and James did a full flip in the air against his will.

“No, the match is over and you have lost, just as your species has,” Ornas removed his head from his resting perch on his mate’s shoulder and stood up straight. “Now let’s do something about those pesky toys in your body.”

Ornas clenched his fist and pain flared across James' body along with an orchestra of sparks and arcs of electricity. Within an instant, his arms and legs went limp and a chorus of mocking psionic laughter filled his head.

James hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, his face pressed down against the dirt. His limbs were no longer limp but they were weak, so weak, that even crawling felt like a chore, an intense struggle.

“You should thank me, pet,” Ornas chuckled arrogantly above the Lieutenant. “Primitive though they are, those implants would have fried your body had I not rescued you just now.”

He was now just as weak as a normal human.

Not that his implants had done anything.

These monsters…these aliens…there was no way to resist them.

“You will now surrender to the Ryzat Empire and accept your fate as our personal trophy slave,” Ornas stepped before the prone human and clicked his curved claw against the dirt. “Submit.”

James didn’t know what they wanted and was quivering in pain, anger, and even fear. They had beaten him absolutely and showed no sign of wanting to give him even a modicum of dignity.

So James crawled up to the foot of Ornas and planted his palms on the ground before pressing his lips against the black claw. James kissed the alien’s claw and then ran his tongue along it, licking at it until it was as shiny as obsidian. James then moved onto the red scales of Ornas’ feet, finding them chilly and smooth to the touch and tasting slightly metallic.

A simple bow would have sufficed, pet, Ornas whispered in James' mind.

James recoiled away from the alien’s foot and bowed, pressing his face to the dirt in shame.

“You really are pathetic,” Ornas snorted, “but I suppose that just means you’re an ideal slave, doesn’t it?”

James froze, daring not to speak.

Did you hear my question, slave?

“Yes,” James whispered, anger bubbling up in his chest as the words jumped around his brain. Every inch of him didn’t want to say it but he had no right at this point not to admit it, “I’m an ideal slave.”

Claws suddenly wrapped around the collar of James' shirt and he was picked up, spun around and tossed back onto the ground face-first like he weighed nothing.

James shut his eyes, fearing that his new master might intend to hurt him, but nothing came. At least, not until the slightest prick of a claw ran down the back of James' neck.

“Time to enjoy our trophy,” cold breath brushed against James' neck, causing his hairs to stand up. “Let’s see if your kind is at least good at being bed slaves.”

Ornas’ claws suddenly slashed through James' clothes like they were made of paper and he shivered, suddenly finding his naked body exposed to the cold evening air.

“Mate, our pet seems to be cold,” Ornas leered over at Rhyza. “What kind of pathetic creature can’t stand the climate of its own planet?”

“The kind that needs the protection of Ryzat.”

A pair of talons thumped in the ground before James and he slowly opened his eyes

Rhyza knelt before the human and wrapped her arms around his head, pressing it into her plumbed chest. Her feathers were as soft as goose down and James hated to admit it warmed him to the core, including sending throbs of pleasure through his cock.

There was a veiled threat to this snuggle though. Rhyza’s claws were not far away from James' jugular and he knew that if she really wanted to she could kill him in a flash.

But he was their trophy, their prize…they wanted him.

Slowly, Rhyza lowered James' face until it was between her thighs and she spread her legs, exposing her pink sex towards the human just before pressing his mouth up against it.

Go on.

James began to lick, tasting the sweet musk of her sexual fluids. He didn’t know the first thing about pleasuring a Zyaer, but with no other choice but to pleasure her, he decided to try and do a decent job. At least he would have some victory that day, even if only to give his captors comfort.

After probing around, James found the little bump that was Rhyza’s clitorist and began poking it with the tip of his tongue and licking it.

Is that it? Rhyza groaned irritably in her mind. “Ornas! See if you can’t get some pleasure out of him!”

Before James could think about what that meant, another set of claws suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders while another squeezed his butt. Ornas hissed, darting his tongue across James' back before spreading his cheeks open.

“Gladly.”

A tapered tip suddenly pushed between James' cheeks and before he could scream with surprise, Rhyza shoved his face into her vagina, muffling any attempt at outburst.

The first thing James felt as Ornas’ cock invaded his rear was pain. Despite the smooth appearance of his cock, it fought against every inch of James' unlubricated insides. A tear rolled down his cheek and he was helpless to do anything but scream into Rhyza’s privates.

After pain, the next thing James felt was immense shame, far greater than anything he had felt before. He was now nothing more than a diversion for these superior aliens, a fun little toy for them to play with. He had been brought up to be a weapon, the weapon to save humanity, and now he had been brought low.

As Ornas’ cock pressed on, a new sensation suddenly invaded James.

Pleasure.

James gasped as his prostate was hit and Zyaer released her grip on his head just in time for him to lean his head up and exclaim, “YES!”

Laughter echoed in James' mind but he was blind to the mockery, the pleasure was far too great.

By now, Ornas was pounding him from behind, each thrust creating a level of joy deep within James that he had never felt before. Every human he had fucked before this paled in comparison.

And this pleasure caused another degree of shame to rise up.

Humanity was so weak and pathetic compared to these aliens that they could not even reach the level of sexual pleasure the Ryzal aliens could, not without their help.

But that didn’t stop James from trying.

Suddenly filled with a motivation to try, James got back to work on Rhyza’s sex, nibbling gently at her clitoris to try and coax her into the same degree of arousal that he was feeling right now. He also squeezed his butt cheeks against Ornas’ cock, hoping to give the lizard his own bit of pleasure.

Somewhere in James' arousal-poisoned brain he thought he could have shown some degree of humanity’s skill and gotten recognition from these haughty aliens.

“You’re a good slave, aren’t you?” Ornas whispered.

“Yes,” James blurted out, his inhibitions lost to arousal. “I’m a good slave. Your slave.”

“Alright, good,” Ornas suddenly pulled his cock out, forcing James to yelp and collapse face-first onto Rhyza’s plumbed thighs. “He’s learned his place, let's finish our victory mate.”

“Good,” Rhyza planted her hands across James' face and pushed him back off of her, “my expectations were low for this human but he proved himself duller than I imagined.”

“He was decent foreplay I suppose,” Ornas shrugged. “Still, he can be taught to serve drinks to our guests and perhaps some might take amusement in taking him to bed.

James opened his mouth, “Wa-”

“Shut up, slave,” Ornas hissed, baring his fangs, “just sit there and watch a superior species mate. Maybe you’ll learn something, though I doubt it.”

Rhyza bent over and raised her rear, exposing her moist sex towards Ornas.

“I’m ready, dear.”

Ornas sniffed, flaring his nostrils and closing his eyes in contentment.

“Time to finish celebrating our first battle, my mate.”

Ornas leapt on top of Rhyza with immense speed and aggression. Loud hisses and growls echoed across the steppes as they clawed at each other and snapped at their faces with jaw and beak. At first James thought Ornas might have been forcing himself on Rhyza, despite her earlier eagerness, but when Ornas pinned her to the dirt and ground his hips up against her rear, a sudden burst of psionic arousal shot through James' brain and he knew this was just how they fucked. They were two warriors with strength beyond James' comprehension and this was just normal to them, perhaps even rather tame sex.

James was frozen in place by his own emotions, unable to do anything but look onward as Ornas thrust his cock into Rhyza’s sex and pounded her like a piston while she screamed with arousal both verbally and psionically. A few stray feathers even found their way flying against James' face as he watched on.

It was foolish to even think he could match them in sexual prowess, James realized now.

Humanity really was nothing more than an insignificant part of the galaxy. Just another conquest by the great Ryzat Empire.

And a conquest they could do without, for there was nothing a hundred humans could do that one Ryzat couldn’t.

Their roles would be nothing more than the most mundane and menial slave jobs.

That was humanity’s fate. To be given the mercy of a role in the great empire instead of wiped out.

James' face burned as he looked on. He was angry, angry that humanity had been brought so low, that they were exposed for their weakness.

But he was also envious of the power of the Ryzat Empire. Perhaps in another timeline humanity could have made the same choices they did.

This was not that timeline though. James realized they were on a doomed one, a bad ending for the history of mankind.

Rhyza screamed again, her psionic aura forcing James' cock to throb. James watched as Ornas clenched his dagger-like fangs together and gave one final thrust into his mate before his cock shuddered.

Cum oozed out of Rhyza’s sex as both Ornas and her screamed passionately into the empty field. James almost felt his own cock approach climax but a psionic force tightened around his shaft, denying him the opportunity.

Showcasing their sexual strength once more, neither Ornas nor Rhyza collapsed onto the ground. Instead, Ornas lifted his mate up and she leaned back against his chest as he embraced her from behind.

“Round two?” Ornas whispered, nipping at Rhyza’s neck.

“Perhaps once we’ve reported back in,” Rhyza whispered back. “Find a nice romantic vacation home on this planet as our next trophy.”

“You’ve read my mind,” Ornas grinned, “perhaps our slave might have some suggestions?”

The two aliens broke from their embrace and walked over to James, white cum dripping from Ornas’ cock while a mixture of cum and vaginal fluids oozed from Rhyza’s sex.

“Clean us up, slave,” Ornas ordered and poked the tapered tip of his cock against James' cheek, leaving behind a wet drop of cum on his skin. “We’ve got work to do.”

There was no more questioning, no more resistance. James began to lick at his master’s cock, taking in every drop of salty cum as he cleaned him up. There was still anger and envy, yes, but there was something more that overrode those emotions.

Defeat.

And while James would never fully get rid of the shame and rage from humanity’s loss, defeat would always put him back in line and realize there was no point in resistance.

So he might as well serve.