Purple Heart

She ignored him, picking up a strange package wrapped in some manner of brown paper, smelling it and turning it over in her hands. She peeled the paper away, revealing some kind of black substance, it looked like road tar. She licked it, then dropped it, spitting and grumbling to herself. She eyed his pack, then turned to him, her arms crossed.

"Give me your food."

Moralez laughed at her, doubling over as the effort sent a flare of pain through his ribs, still bruised from the warrior bug's claw bash.

"Excuse me, soldier?" He made sure it sounded condescending, trying to goad her into reacting. She bristled and bared her pointed teeth.

"You have food, give some to me."

That was the last straw, he unzipped the sleeping bag and rose to his feet, it wouldn't be intimidating to such a large alien, but it was a force of habit, this would not be the first time he had been forced to talk down a disgruntled subordinate. Her insubordination and lack of respect were unprecedented though, had this alien even completed her military training?

"Let's get one thing straight, Mad Cat, I outrank you, that means you do what I say, when I say it. That isn't a suggestion, it isn't optional, I'm not asking you politely. Either you get your shit together and follow orders, or I'm gonna exercise my right under section ninety four of the military justice code to summarily execute you for mutiny. We're still on mission, and this mission is under my command, we have to assume that nobody else made it back to the surface and that we're the only ones alive who can warn the admiralty about the hive and the warriors. I'm not going to let your petty bullshit get in the way of that."

He unholstered his handgun and pointed it at her chest, fast enough to surprise her, he noted. That might be useful to keep in mind later on.

"So what's it gonna be? Are you going to follow orders or am I going to have to put you down?"

Azi was seething with barely contained anger, her fists were balled and white, shuddering as she clenched them, and her pupils were large, wild. She might be strong, and fast, but she wasn't faster than a bullet...was she?

He reached into the pocket of his pants with his free hand, and tossed her the remaining nutrient bar, a gesture of good will. It landed at her feet, and she stared at it, a furious expression on her face. He got the feeling this wasn't about the food at all, something deeper was going on here. Her eyes rose to meet his, and she spat a curse in her native tongue.

"You are not fit to be Alpha, you are weak, you made bad decisions."

"Alpha? What the hell are you talking about? What does that mean?"

He saw the glint in her yellow eyes too late, the contraction of her muscles, as if in slow motion he watched her duck and charge, propelling herself forward on her powerful, spring-loaded legs. He squeezed the trigger, the 1911 recoiling, expelling a bronze bullet casing with a swirl of smoke. The projectile blew past her hair, the only sign of its passage a ruffling of her orange mane in its wake, and she was upon him before he could ready another shot. She slammed her open palm into his chest, knocking all the breath out of him, he collapsed to the floor, heaving as he tried to suck air into his collapsed lungs. She stepped on his wrist until he released the handgun, then kicked it away across the dirt. She gave him a moment to recover, and he rose to his hands and knees, coughing. She crouched, and lowered one of her massive hands to grip a fistful of his hair, he winced in pain as she pulled his head up and snarled into his ear.

"You can't even defend yourself, you miserable ape. I am Alpha now, we do what I say."

"I'll have you...court-marshaled," he spat, still catching his breath. "You're going against the wall for this, I'll...make sure of it."

"You aren't in a position to make sure of anything, and when I'm done with you, you won't want to."

"Talk sense you goddamned fleabag," he growled. She tugged his hair in response and he gritted his teeth.

"Keep fighting me, see where it gets you."

There was an odd look on her face now, her eyes played over his body, was that hunger? Did Borealans eat humans? She flung him backwards, releasing his hair, and he slammed against the wall, sinking onto his sleeping bag in a heap. She stood at full height, leering down at him, and her pink tongue left her mouth to wet her lips. Fuck, she really was about to eat him. He was defenseless, except for...but he'd have to be fast, provoke her, wait for her to get close, then strike.

He began to laugh, sputtering as his burning lungs worked overtime. Azi cocked her head, not understanding his reaction.

"You call that a punch? Felt like a light breeze."

She balled her fists again and leaned closer, angry for sure, but there was something else, a longing in her stare that set him on edge.

"Oh, I can do worse, L.T," she whispered, her tone mocking.

"Why don't you say that to my face?"

She crouched, leaning closer, her nose an inch from his, he could feel her hot breath on his skin. His hand inched slowly towards the knife in his boot as he maintained eye contact, trying to keep her focused on him.

"I can make you beg, first for the pain to stop, then for it to continue..."

He drew his knife, the blade angled downwards, and drove it towards her neck with all of his strength. She was faster than him, her reaction time, her reflexes, the firing of her powerful muscles, and she caught his wrist in her large hand. A trickle of red blood dripped from her skin, the tip of the blade had found its mark, but had only penetrated one or two millimeters. The tightness of her grip became unbearable, and he released his hold on the knife.

She touched a fingertip to the small cut, rubbing the crimson fluid between her thumb and index finger, and bit her lip.

"You've stung me, little insect, and now I'm going to crush you."

He swung a punch at her with his free hand, but she dodged it easily, shackling his arms in her steely grip. She slammed him to the floor, pinning him under her weight on the sleeping bag, then her oddly dexterous tail snaked over her back and bound his wrists above his head like a sinewy rope. He struggled against the appendage, but it was all muscle, he was completely overcome. For all his training, for all his experience, he was powerless, immobilized before this massive alien.

She straddled him, her face reddening as she wet her lips again, tracing the contours of his body with her amber eyes. She was predatory, but Moralez felt less and less like she intended to eat him. What was her plan?

"I love it when you fight me, there wouldn't be any sport in it otherwise."

She traced his exposed chest with her wicked, hooked claws, drawing red welts in his skin. He shivered and writhed as they burned into him, the pain awakening his senses, amplifying them. He was suddenly aware of the pressure her firm, steely thighs were applying around his waist, and the heat and moisture that penetrated his clothing. He looked up at her burning cheeks, and realized she was aroused, she was burning up. What did she intend to do to him?

"So fragile, so weak, so easy..."

She raked her other hand across his belly, breaking the skin slightly, leaving three scratches that welled almost imperceptibly with blood. He bucked and grunted, his body trying to save itself with futile, primal struggling. His hands were bound too tightly by her tail, and even with leverage he wouldn't have been able to lift her, it felt like an elephant was sitting on him.

"In my culture, we scar people who don't know their place, it serves as a memory. Your flesh is so yielding, I could carve you up like meat, some part of me wants to spill your guts, to watch the blood drain from you." She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, grinding her wide, heavy hips into his groin. "But then the fun would be over too quickly."

She leaned over him, tugging at his hair with her long fingers to pull his head aside, and pressed her fat lips against his carotid artery. His blood ran cold and he tensed as he felt her sharp teeth dig into his skin, his racing heart making the vein pulse against her sharp incisors. Her breath was warm and sweet, and he shuddered as her long, feline tongue grazed his tender flesh, tasting his sweat and his fear. He felt her chuckle as he trembled under her touch, her black claws, curved like meat hooks, tracing the line of his clavicle. She moved down to the nape of his neck, mouthing and kissing as she went, then bit his shoulder, hard. He felt her teeth pierce his skin, and burning pain flared through his nervous system, forcing a cry from his lips that he tried desperately to stifle. Her bite force was incredible, she was locked onto him like a vice, yet even through the pain he could feel that she was holding back, this was nothing to her, a love bite, a hickey.

She withdrew, leaving a ring of swollen, sore tooth marks that seeped a slow trickle of blood. She dragged her rough tongue across the wounds, savoring his metallic taste as he groaned. She smacked her lips in an exaggerated display, making sure he watched her tongue scoop up a stray, crimson droplet from her chin.

"You taste so good, blood is an aphrodisiac to us, you know. The warmth, the texture, the aroma of a defeated enemy, it excites me."

She ground her groin into him again, and with a pang of shame he realized he was semi-hard. She noticed his expression and laughed at him as she rolled her hips.

"Humans get the picture, eventually. This is the way of things, you'll learn how to submit to your betters."

"Fuck you," Moralez spat, putting on his best stoic face. She giggled, an oddly feminine sound coming from such a large, heavily muscled creature.

"That's the idea, L.T." She leaned closer, nuzzling his cheek with her nose. "I'm going to kiss you now, and if you bite, I'll put your eyes out, understand?" She pinched his lower lip between her teeth and tugged, then released it, waiting for a reply. He elected to glare at her instead. Damn it, if she had wanted to fuck, to relieve stress, hell, even to enjoy what might well be their last night alive, she could have just asked. She had a handsome, sculpted body, he wouldn't have refused. But this didn't feel like it was about sex, it was about power, control, she was asserting herself over him and she wanted him to know it.

She pressed her soft lips against his now, parting them to tease him with gentle, tentative strokes of her dexterous tongue. The sensation sent a pleasant chill down his spine, and he felt his erection rise to full prominence, throbbing as she eased her organ deeper, becoming more confident and aggressive. She cradled his head in her large, warm hands, almost loving as she probed his throat. Her tongue was impossibly long and thick, coiling like a snake, the feline barbs tickling the roof of his mouth. He tasted his blood on her breath as her saliva mixed with his own. She wasn't just kissing him, she was invading his head, violating him, muddling his beleaguered mind with her unexpected affection. Worse, she was good at it, too good, and he felt his hard member press against her crotch as his eyelids drooped of their own accord.

Just as he was beginning to relax and forget the pain that pulsed in his shoulder, she scoured his ribs with her claws, leaving stinging trails that jolted him from his trance. She muffled his surprised exclamation with her roving tongue, the slippery, meaty organ filling his mouth obscenely.

She waited for him to stop struggling, then released him with a wet pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smirking at him as he panted, dazed.

"You don't know what to feel, do you? Don't think, let me think in your place, then do as I say. That's the point."

She sat up straight, pulling her sports bra over her head. Her firm, perky breasts resisted it for a moment, catching on the elastic fabric, then they bounced free, the heavy globes swaying as they settled. Her pink nipples were erect, and beads of her sweat dripped down her bronzed skin, the sheen reflecting the scattered light of the discarded torch. Moralez felt saliva pool in his mouth despite himself, and resisted the urge to swallow conspicuously, for fear that it might betray his lust. She knew he was looking, she had intended it, and his eyes followed her hand as it moved down her impressive body, pausing to knead her breast, her flesh pliant and soft. She ran her fingers down her torso and over her flat stomach, her chiseled abdominal muscles bulging, a solitary vein breaking up the smoothness that peeked enticingly over her low cut pants. She undid her belt, then lowered the zipper on her fly, slowly, teasing him. She stood for a moment, stepping out of her trousers, Moralez' arms still firmly bound above his head by her long tail. She was wearing tight fitting spats, or maybe bike shorts beneath, they clung to her figure, the fabric straining against the bulging muscles of her thighs and butt, the crotch sodden and discolored. She hooked her claws into the waistband and tugged them down, the elastic sliding over her smooth, tanned skin, struggling to pass over the curves of her figure.

She dropped them on the dirt floor, then lowered herself over him, this time her thick thighs closed around his head, and her drooling mound hovered an inch above his face, he could feel the heat of it on his cheeks. She crooned at him, peering down over her breasts, and splayed her delicate lips with her fingers, flashing her pink flesh at him. A solitary rope of her excitement dripped down onto his chin.

"Serve your Alpha..."

He turned his face away. She snarled and gripped a handful of his hair, yanking him painfully back into position.

"If you want to keep your tongue, use it, or I'll pluck it from your head."

He extended it reluctantly, and she drove her hips down, forcing her groin into his face. He sputtered, her leaking juices flooding his mouth and staining his lips. She was burning up, feverish, her loins were almost too hot to touch. She yanked his hair again, and he gasped, she was so damned rough with him, and yet he got the impression she was holding back, careful not to seriously injure him, but enjoying his discomfort. He doubted she would follow through on her threats to maim him, but he couldn't be sure, nothing about her personality was stable or reasonable, she was beyond control.

He swallowed his pride, and licked obediently, lapping at her glistening sex as her thighs trembled with excitement around his head and her grip on his hair became tighter. She wouldn't keep still, grinding on him, twisting and thrusting as if it might heighten the sensation.

"Deeper," she growled through clenched teeth, pinching the engorged nipple on one of her fat breasts with her free hand. He did his best to oblige, pushing his tongue into her quivering tunnel, her smooth inner walls flexing and contracting around him, slick with her oozing nectar. She tasted of salty sweat, sour metal, but also of an unmistakably sexual musk that ensnared his senses.

Her hand left her boob, creeping down to her mound, and she pulled back the hood of skin that protected her inflamed clitoris, exposing the firm nub of flesh.

"Here, gently..."

He pressed it between his lips, playing his tongue over the shiny surface, and he felt her legs close painfully around him as she shuddered, arching her muscled back. Was he...into this? His member raged, straining against his underwear, throbbing so much that it bounced. It was confusing, he didn't know what he wanted, was it just his body that was responding to hers, or was it something deeper, more worrying?

"Do you like the taste? Get used to it."

He resisted the impulse to bite her, instead sucking harder, circling the sensitive bud with his tongue. Her sticky, viscous honey leaked down his chin, her excitement welling, and she gyrated more fervently, rubbing herself on his face as if he were some kind of inanimate sex aid. It should have been disgusting, her callous disregard for his need to breathe, her selfish humping, the undignified way in which she coated him in a glaze of her juices, but his member ached and burned, yearning for her cruel touch. It confused him, but the seething, conflicting emotions only added to the raw arousal that flared in his loins. He wanted to touch her bronze skin, slick with her sweat, to run his fingers over her firm muscles, grip her ample breasts as they hung tantalizingly above him, but she kept him restrained, delighting in his frustration and discomfort.

"This is all your kind is good for," she sneered, squeezing his head between her tanned thighs. "You deserve to be beneath us."

He tried to respond, but she muffled him with her groin, chuckling as he struggled.

"You're a slow learner. You can't fight me, submit." She pulled away a little, a thick rope of her clear emission linking her sex to his lips. She waited, excited, did she expect him to give in?

"I'll die before I give you the satisfaction, you bitch."

His resistance only seemed to arouse her further, and he felt her meaty thighs flex around his head as she gazed down at him, eyelids drooping.

"You just might..." She got off him suddenly, releasing his wrists from her flexible tail and stood over him. Immediately he tried to rise, already preparing to swing at her, but the reprieve was only temporary, and she struck him with the back of her hand, knocking him to the floor again.

"Oh, I'm not done with you, ape. Hands behind your back."

He rubbed his rapidly bruising cheek, then launched himself at her, aiming to hit her in the gut, it was the only weak point he could reach, but this time she didn't react. To late he realized she had allowed it, and he felt his fist crumple against her rock hard abdominal muscles.

She laughed at him as he cradled his hand, then closed her fist around his neck. Azi lifted him off the ground by the throat, slamming his back against the dirt wall of the storage room and pinning him, pressing her naked body up against him. Her breasts deformed against his chest, her skin was as smooth as polished metal, and feverishly warm. He clawed at her wrist with his fingers, kicking his feet in the air and gagging as she held him aloft, but it was futile. She moved her head in close, sucking his ear into her warm mouth and chewing it softly with her sharp teeth.

"Hands behind your back," she whispered, "or I'll choke you out."

Darkness started to cloud his peripheral vision as her grip on his windpipe increased, and he stopped struggling, pushing his hands behind his back with some difficulty, as he was trapped against the soil. He felt her tail snake up and tie them, then she carried him over to one of the resin crates, sitting him on top of it. She released his neck and he coughed, her red finger marks impressed in his skin. He glared up at her, swallowing, trying to soothe the soreness in his throat.

She fumbled with his belt buckle, it was too small for her large hands, then pulled his trousers down. She gripped the conspicuous bulge in his briefs, squeezing it rhythmically in her warm palm, laughing at him as he flinched and reddened. Why was his body responding this way?

"You look so angry, if you relax, it will hurt less."

She tugged his underwear down, and his erection bounced free, as swollen as he had ever seen it. She brushed the sensitive glans with her fingers, and he jumped. She gripped the shaft and stroked it up and down, firm and slow, her lips curling into a knowing smile as his eyelids fluttered.

"For all your struggling, you're throbbing in my hand. Does it embarrass you? Does it turn you on, knowing you're inferior to me?"