Gabatrix: The Warrior of Silence

It was here that she could get closer to solving the question that she had for some time. There was something that she had to consider, and that was evolution. It was something that she had concluded could be a distinguishing factor in their lovemaking. Stone's penis was possibly better than the Yutilian and Aksren penis because of its shape alone. Not because he was bigger, but the way it was designed. The bulbous head was stimulating her that no average Itrean couple would ever get to enjoy. These stimulations were encouraging her developing orgasm much quicker as a result. She felt like a blob of flesh that couldn't move. The pleasure was so intense that it disrupted her line of thinking. She wanted to tell him outright how enjoyable this experience was as the marine remained quiet.

The other important factor was her discovered ability. She knew that she had to make sure that Doctor Cordeina was going to get her samples sometime soon. That Shal'rein was a member of a sex cult. She knew that Ioren's gift was something that could possibly help other couples in their lovemaking. It was a saving grace even for this mateship. Evolution was the key to survival, and it was also sometimes randomization that allowed genes to be passed on. Ioren's vaginal secretions were a natural cure for male erectile dysfunction. Even if treatments and remedies already existed, to be able to naturally produce it was incredible. If genes such as these could be enhanced into bodies, it would further help not just in recreational sex but also in procreation. Ioren was happy to know of this thought. If she were to have children, it was likely this accident in evolution would be passed down as well.

Ioren could no longer really consider the idea, however. As Stone thrust one more time, the stimulation was at its peak. It would be here that the marine would learn of one other exciting ability that the Itrean had. The Yutilians might not have had this ability, but the Aksren species did, most likely thanks to their enhanced bodies. Ioren's orgasm came forth as she clenched her partner hard. Unlike the human female orgasm, however, it was slower. Instead of a series of rapid pulsations in the muscles, the Aksren orgasm was continuous. It was believed that an orgasm for them could last as long as five minutes. Even if it weren't steady or well pronounced, it would naturally cause Ioren's muscles to contract and pull on Stone's member like a vice. She didn't have control as her body was milking his member. Her cervix was trying to pull him as further into her as possible. The slight tightening pulsations could trigger a male orgasm very easily, especially among humans. For Ioren, this trait was passed down to her, although she was probably sure that the orgasm wouldn't last as long.

Stone naturally increased his rhythm. The stimulation that he was receiving was intensifying. Each pulsation occurred every few seconds. Every time it did, Ioren would tighten her hold onto him. Her claws threaten to dig hard into him that made him cringe at times. She was trying to nuzzle under his shirt. He could feel her feathers and how soft that they were. At times, she was in such rapture and joy from the sex that a tear was running down her face. A part of him would wonder if he would be able to get her off of him if they needed to disengage their intercourse. He may end up walking around with an Itrean tied to his waist for the rest of his life.

He couldn't hold on much further. The pulsations that she had. A human would be lucky to survive this long as it was. He had to conclude that Ioren was naturally gifted in sex, whether she would agree to it or not. By now, the chemical that was induced by Ioren's secretions was in full effect. He was harder than tungsten. Linked inside of her, his shaft would plunge to the point it was touching her cervix. If she had the ability to talk, she would be moaning louder than any human woman ever would. Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore. He could picture the small bulge of his member as it pushed outward. He began a couple of hard thrusts when he felt it.

Her milking orgasm was met with his. A hard stream of cum came rushing out and straight into her like a bullet. It was a heavy rope of semen that drove through her opening cervix as it went straight into her womb. The pulsations kicked in as she could feel the expanding contractions of his member. He was filling her up with copious amounts of sperm. He might as well be a person who took a hose of warm water and drove it deep into her nether regions. Deep down, wave after wave of cum was being dumped into her. She dug her claws into him hard at the intense feeling. She couldn't help herself as he grunted a little bit. His orgasm lasted for eleven seconds as it finally started to come to an end.

She started to breathe again. She felt quite full and happy. Ioren knew that she had done everything she could to satisfy her mate, and she felt satisfied in return. Her slow orgasmic rhythm continued as she knew that the man was spent. Another great gift was something that would occur. Stone wouldn't lose his erection anytime soon. He would likely maintain it for at least another hour or two unless he had another generous portion of her "miracle treatment" given to him. She had absolute control over this, and she was fully aware of it.

She could feel her lover's heart slow down as he was growing tired. She knew that he would never leave her or ever give up on her. This form of lovemaking would be ever-present and continuous. If he had more to give her, then she would be ready.

Instead, she felt herself grow more and more tired. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she already knew that he knew that. He caressed her head a little bit as he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. After that, she could feel that outright sleep and exhaustion were kicking in. Before they knew it, both of them had passed out in bliss.

*******

"I want you to wear it," Stone told Ioren as she got off the bed. It had been a few hours as the Itrean was looking at herself. Fully nude, she could see that she was in a slight mess. Her nether regions had cum leaking out, her scales and skin were covered in human sweat, and even her feathers were slightly matted in some areas. Not to mention that coming from the human hospital had left her a little bit dirty. Stone's words, however, had caught her off guard.

Stone was sitting on the edge of the bed as his head was tilted to her direction. Only his shirt was on while he showed a light form of gratitude. His eyes guided her sights towards the closet. She knew what he was talking about.

She used her hands to give the sign language word for "Really?" She couldn't believe it.

"Gagana told me that if I ever remarried that the next person would wear it.....at least somebody of her size," he explained.

Ioren somewhat questioned this saying. It sounded a little bit convenient to be the truth. Did Gagana have the chance ever to tell him that it was alright for somebody else to wear her favorite dress? Was he making that up? Perhaps, but it didn't matter. It was Stone's wish that she started to wear it. She was his mate now, and she found it to be a lovely form of clothing.

"Thank you," she signed to him.

"We will.....keep working with your sign language.....get you to say more than just two-word sentences," he told him as he got up. By now, he could tell that he was flaccid again as the chemical had worn off. The romantic night would have to be one where they both needed to take a shower. It had been a long day. If anything, the sex felt comforting and fantastic for both of them. Ioren could tell that the marine was genuinely calm and collected. He was at peace with everything.

"Tomorrow....we will need to start getting things ready for our departure to Aphadus while we continue to check in with the doctors," he said. "We need to pick up our guns, equipment, return the chief's gun back to him, and finish up any final reports. After that we......"

There was a pinging sound that erupted in the room. It was coming from his tablet. It caused him to give a deep and agitated smirk at it. Ioren turned her head to it.

"What the fuck?" Stone asked as he walked over to it. He could see that there was an attempted phone and video call being made for him. He thought about answering it or not till he saw where the location was coming from. It was originating from the Deimos Shipyards, a rather unlikely place for anyone to call somebody else.

"Ugh.....if I answer this, we need to get dressed.....fucking bothering us at a time like this. Why would?......" his question got cut off as Ioren tapped his hand. It brought him out of his agitated state as he looked down upon her.

"Well....go get dressed real quick," he continued with a sigh. "I will text them to wait a minute till I can respond. If it is important, they will wait."

They both got dressed as Stone put his pants on. Ioren decided to walk over to the closet as she saw the delicate dress. She could wear it with pride now as she started to slip it on. It was a bit of a struggle as she still winced from her ribs and chest pain. By then, Stone saw her emerge from the closet with a big smile on her face. With some form of clothing on. The white dress flowed down her body like a waterfall. The marine set the tablet down onto the counter of the cabinet. He decided that it was time to answer the phone call.

From the tablet, a moderately sized 3d image projection appeared. It hovered near the wall and was adequately able to record Stone to the caller as he sat down to face whoever it was that deemed it essential to call him at such a late time in the day. The image showed that of a man with a distinct short beard and mustache. It was smoothly trimmed, and he had short brown hair. At first, Stone noted that he had Paloran features on his face, but he could be wrong on that. He almost looked like he was born in Peru or South America of former Earth. He was rather distinct. He wore an officer's attire of that of a Lieutenant. It was difficult to tell much from the background, except it was that of an office. The man almost smiled when he looked upon Stone.

"I assume that you are Master Sergeant Stone?" the officer greeted him. His voice was content and relieved to be speaking with him.

"I am," Stone remarked as he gave a stern look to the officer. He folded up his arms. "What is that has you calling me at 0100 in the morning?"

"Ah.....I'm sorry about that. My name is Officer Javier. I'm the XO of the UHN Lifen....or in this case.....soon to be commissioned ship."

"XO? UHN Lifen? What the hell?" Stone's eyes narrowed at him. "Ugh....you are calling from Deimos. What is it that you want?"

"Stone, if you don't mind me just calling you by your name," Javier explained. "I was wanting to get in contact with you. Right now, my ship is in the process of being commissioned pretty soon. We are in need to fulfill our ranks. We could use somebody of your expertise on our ship."

Stone was skeptical as he looked at Ioren before turning his head back to face the officer. "What type of ship is this?"

"Military transport ship, Qing class, the second ship of its class. We had some delays so far, but construction is proceeding on schedule."

"Not a Phalanx class Assault Carrier....UHN must be getting desperate to spitting out new transport ships."

"You know all too well, Stone," Javier continued.

"You want me to serve on your ship? How big is your crew compliment?"

"Seventy minimum. Although, I have about sixty so far. We have room for more than that too."

"Why would you want me to serve?"

"Because you are thee Stone. Master Sergeant Stone, the man who trained the other recruits for the UHN marines. Right now, we need more marines on our ship than just ordinary ship crew."

"Marines? Hmph....." Stone almost looked away. "Good luck finding additional marines. I'm sure that you are well aware of Operation Desert Shrike that is coming up."

Javier nodded his head. "Of course, it is making it a little bit hard to find additional marines to transfer to our ship when many are being called to this upcoming campaign."

"Will the Lifen be ready for it?"

The officer shook his head. "Even if it somehow was, my future CO, officer Shira, is still in officer's training."

"Hmph......it sounds like the CO is a rookie. Straight out of officer's boot camp? What? You expect me to train her in all the expertise of being a leader?"

Ioren could see the officer's face as he gave a somewhat surprised look at Stone. The marine wasn't going to let up. She could see that he was putting on a strong face, even if it was downright insulting. Javier, instead, resumed his speech.

"You don't know Shira," the officer explained. "She may surprise you. She was the one that sent a request for me to contact you to see if you would be interested in transferring to our ship."

"I don't know.....Shira..... kind of an odd name. Never really ever heard of it."

"I can promise you that she is far from inexperienced, Stone. She defected from the Shal'rein clan a while back. She was one of their best too."

Stone's eyes widened a little bit as even Ioren gave a surprised look as well. "What!? The CO, your upcoming Captain of the Lifen is a Shal'rein?"

"I told you that she is full of surprises," Javier remarked with a smile. "Even with her current schedule, she has just a little bit of time to review things and try to report to me on what things need to be taken care of. She already has plenty of combat experience and has far proven to be beneficial to the UHN."

Even if Stone was serious, he was almost speechless at first. Even Ioren was shocked at the concept. A Shal'rein that was head of a UHN ship? A human ship? She was thinking hard about this idea. The brief flashback with the fight against a Shal'rein loomed in the air, but at the same time, it was intriguing. She found the idea questionable but wasn't dismissive about it either. The marine leaned back a little bit.

"This....Shira....she knows me."

"She makes it her goal to know as much as possible of military assets," Javier answered. "She knows of your prior accomplishments and predicts that you would very likely accept the offer.....or at least more likely than others."

"What? You think I'm desperate to serve on your dinky little transport?"

"It's a big enough ship, trust me.....I know.

"Hmph..... it's a tempting offer, but....." he sighed as he looked at Ioren again. "I don't think it is going to happen, though. I was just part of a.....mission that forced me to resign. Oshun hated my wonderful exploits here, and they were ready to court-martial me in disgrace."

"You sound like another that will be on our ship soon. A pilot that blasted his way out of Fort Batrice. He is transferring to us pretty soon. This ship is a place of second chances, Stone."

Stone was somewhat familiar with an incident reported on the news that occurred on Fort Batrice not that long ago. It grabbed his interest.

"What do you mean?" the marine asked firmly.

"I mean that the pilot that serves us was kicked out in disgrace. He is now going to work with us. Shira has instructed me that anybody with a past record is to serve regardless of their prior record."

"But I wouldn't be working in the UHN as a commissioned enlisted man. Who would I be working for?"

"Us, Shira, and I. If necessary, she can make arrangements for the T'rintar clan to pay for you. You can keep your rank when you step aboard our ship, even if the UHN tells you otherwise. Of course, you wouldn't be able to keep that rank when you step off of the ship either."

"Is that true? Does the T'rintar commission human beings now?" Stone looked at Ioren. She at first gave a questioning look, but she gave a somewhat affirmative nod to confirm it. It caught Stone's attention quite well. Even Javier could see the fact that the marine was thinking about it. The Itrean could see that Stone was still on the fence if he was going to do this.

"My demands would be different then, sir," the marine continued as his eyes narrowed. "A number of conditions have to be met. As long as there is a roof, bunk, and food, then you can keep the damn paychecks. These will be my terms. If these can't be met, then I'm turning this offer down outright. Do you understand?"

"Quite," Javier said. For a second, the marine really wondered if he would be able to meet all of the criteria. If anything, the list was rather extensive, and he was expecting the officer to fail outright on this. Nobody could top this, and he had already been entertaining this notion for this long. The concept of settling down in retirement or being on a ship was something that honestly didn't matter, but at the same time, there was a nagging notion that Ioren could see from the marine. She knew that Stone was the type that was dissatisfied in leaving that room of admirals.

"My first on the list is that I'm a Master Sergeant," Stone explained. "I will no doubt be the top of the enlisted chain on your ship. So I demand to be made as CMC of your ship. No less."

Javier seemed to think about it for a second. "Usually, that sort of role is dedicated to Master Chief positions for sailor personnel, hence its job title abbreviation. You are a Master Sergeant, however."

"What was that? Did you hear what I said? Or did the connection on your end didn't clarify on what I told you just now?" He gave a stalwart look to him.

"Right...." Javier relented. "Of course, you want to be part of the big three? There would be enough crew on our ship to have you as a CMC or, in this case.....CMS. You would be in charge of the enlisted training, discipline, and welfare for both sailors and marines. Technically, you would be the third highest-ranking official on the ship."

"And?" Stone added.

"Sure.... yeah, we can do that. I'll bring it up to Shira for the confirmation, but I'm sure that she wouldn't mind it. I'm sure that was the reason she probably referred to you, to begin with."

"Good. My second demand is the fact that I want to open carry my guns on the ship. I'm, of course, fully qualified in all small arms and power armor-based equipment."

"You were expecting that I would say no to that?" Javier asked him.

"Yes, outright."

"The CO has made it fully known for everyone that they can bring their own firearms on the ship and bring it with them on duty. Preparedness is what she values the most, including the ship's internal security. The only limitation is that it doesn't disrupt ship duties and that it follows regulations of stepping off the ship onto colonial grounds. Sound fair?"

Stone actually smiled a little bit upon hearing that. "I think I might like this, Shira. Now onto the most important demands."

The marine looked over to Ioren. He gestured for her to come and sit by him. She understood as she grabbed her tilon and turned it on. She went and had a seat by Stone as the officer had a chance to see her. Before Javier had an opportunity to comment, the marine explained everything to him.

"I have a wife here. Her name and rank is Lesser Centurion Ioren. If I'm going on that ship of yours, she is coming with me."

"Ioren...." Javier said as he looked at her closely. "Hello, were you listening in on the conversation?"

She held up her finger to tell him to wait. She was busy typing on her tilon.

"Ioren doesn't have the ability to talk," Stone interjected. "She uses a tilon to translate her words."

"Really?" Javier asked. There was a loom of curiosity on his face.

"Yes, Lieutenant Javier," Ioren's tilon spoke. "I wish to be with my mate. However, if he is going to serve on your ship, then I must be able to serve alongside him as per Itrean laws respect."