Queen of Jarilo

"Wassat?" she asked, her voice muffled by a mouthful of monster steak.

"That's what I'm calling this thing, Gorgonopsia Jarilae. It means Gorgon-face from Jarilo. I'm pretty sure this thing is some kind of therapsid."

"I'd call it a knife-tooth, those suckers can bite."

"Your arm ok?" Walker asked, leaning over to get a look at her matted fur.

"It's fine, it'll be healed up by tomorrow night."

"You know, taking easily avoidable injuries in the field isn't very professional, what if it had impacted your ability to operate?"

"You keep talkin' like a pussy, and I'm gonna impact your ability to operate," she chided. She took a draw from her canteen and then upended some of the water onto her forearm in an attempt to wash away some of the drying blood.

"Well you went toe to toe with an apex predator, are we done with the dick measuring now? Can we just shoot the next one?"

"If I had a dick to measure," she started, waving a piece of meat that was skewered on her knife. "It'd be the biggest one on the planet."

"Fortunately you're not a Krell, so we don't have to worry about that eventuality."

He lay back against one of the thick roots, removing his helmet and placing it beside him on the dirt, peering up through the canopy at the stars beyond. There was no light pollution here, it was perfect. He could see the smear of the galactic arm that was spread across the heavens like the stroke of some celestial paintbrush. He knew all of the constellations, he used to lie on the grass as a child and use a virtual reality app on his portable computer to map them, but they were so far from Sol system now that the stars were no longer recognizable. He was light years from home, and he hadn't been back to Earth in years.

"Hey, trade me a pop tart," he said.

"What have you got?" Kaz asked as she rummaged through her MRE.

He leaned forward and lifted the plastic packet, sifting through empty containers. There were the empty packets of beans and rice that they had eaten as a side with the fresh meat, along with a few snacks and protein bars. Her MRE was twice the size of his, and he doubted that even that was enough to satisfy her. Borealans consumed a monumental amount of calories in order to maintain their weight and muscle mass. Having access to edible game was a boon for her.

"Oh, what's this?" Walker teased. He held up a brown plastic packet marked with block lettering. "Salmon steak, yum."

She swiped at it, but he drew back beyond her reach, shaking his head.

"I want a pop tart and your oat bars for this."

She narrowed her feline eyes at him, then pelted his prone body with the snacks, leaning in to snatch the salmon as he shielded his face and laughed. She liked to play the hardass, but it hadn't escaped his notice that she always saved him her pop tarts whenever they turned up in their MREs. They had enough supplies left for three days in the bush, but they could extend that operational time by a couple more days if they came across more native fauna to supplement their diet.

He opened the silver packet of the snack and chewed happily. It was amazing how good a little frosting and jam tasted when you were out in the field, a little taste of processed crap to remind you of where you came from.

Kaz was tearing into the fish, the packaged meal little more than a mouthful to her.

"If only we had some booze," she complained, wiping her mouth.

"We're surrounded by fermented berries," Walker replied, waving his hand towards the fallen sticks that littered the forest floor. "But I'm not going to be the guinea pig on this one."

"I wonder what raises the hair made from those berries would taste like?"

"Maybe you can retire here and find out, take a plot of land as part of your pension, start a brewery. Kazka's Own, genuine traditional Borealan wines."

"Borealans don't retire," she chuckled, finishing off the last of the salmon steak. "We fight until something kills us."

"Hey, I never said you had to stop fighting. You could hunt these forests, beat up Gorgonopsia Jarilae..."

"That name isn't sticking," she complained, "knife-tooth just rolls of the tongue. I'm gonna start calling them that when we get back to base, I guarantee you that within a day, everyone will be saying it."

"I'd better report in before we get too comfortable," Walker said, changing the subject as she smirked at him. He pulled up his display, tapping at the touch screen, then grumbled under his breath.

"Bring your pack over here Kaz, the transmitter is acting up."

She did as he asked, lifting her rucksack and depositing it at his feet. The damned thing was the size of a man and about as heavy. It contained their communications gear along with all of her food and supplies. While his onboard computer had wireless and radio capabilities, the dense forest blocked the signals from reaching the base. The solution was to use higher powered equipment to send a data packet directly to the carrier, which was somewhere above them in geostationary orbit. It was more expedient to let the Borealans lug the gear around where possible, the transmitters were bulky and heavy. Not so heavy that the human-only teams couldn't carry them, but Walker was glad to have his mule.

He opened a large pocket on the side of her pack from which a long antenna protruded, the transmitter itself about the size and shape of a pizza box, flipping open a protective cover on the front of the device and messing with the dials.

"Fucking things are always drifting out of sync," he complained, holding his wrist display up to his face and checking the connection. "There we go."

He transmitted their progress and the mission status, along with his logs and information about the hostile wildlife. Those things weren't much of a danger to a Borealan, but they might catch a Marine unawares and do some real damage. When he was done he lay back against the tree, Fleetcom wouldn't expect another report until tomorrow.

"So, who's on watch tonight?" Walker asked. "Rock Paper Scissors?"

"You always win that stupid game," she shot back, but then her expression turned sly. "Just drop a motion sensor, it'll alert us to anything that gets close. You and me, we're gonna be busy."

"Ah yes, violence is your biggest turn-on."

Combat was practically an aphrodisiac to the aliens. It made sense when you considered that most of the Borealan population had been conceived shortly after a fight, but it still came off as sadomasochistic.

She reached into her pack and withdrew a device the size of a golf ball with a stake at the bottom, flipping a switch and planting it in the dirt. It buzzed to life, a three hundred and sixty degree motion sensor activating to scan the forest around them. For all intents and purposes, it would do the job of someone on watch with the added benefit of never falling asleep or being distracted, but Walker preferred to have a person looking out for him while he was at his most vulnerable.

Kaz crawled over to him, straddling him and digging her sharp claws into the wood of the roots to either side of him. She perched on her knees so as not to crush him, but let enough of her weight rest on him that he could really feel it. There was already a growing erection in his pants, and she pressed it against his belly with her groin, smirking as he winced.

"What if the Bugs roll up on us while we're...indisposed?" Walker asked. "Sometimes I think you play things too fast and loose, Kaz."

"We've not seen any signs of Bugs all day, we're safe, and the motion sensor will tell us if anything gets close. Now stop complaining and take your pants off before I do it for you."

He hesitated for a moment, then his arousal got the better of him, his hands moving to his belt as he fumbled with the clasp. Kaz removed the armored vest that protected her torso, pulling it over her head and discarding it on the ground beside them, the ceramic plates too heavy for a human to carry. Beneath it she wore camouflaged fatigues, the sleeves of her jacket rolled up to expose her leopard-spotted forearms, and she caught the zipper in one of her hooked claws to drag it down slowly. Walker followed it with covetous eyes as breasts the size of bowling balls pushed the garment apart, barely contained within a grey sports bra. She exposed her milky skin, taut abdominal muscles rising from beneath, the high gravity of her home planet giving her a prominent six-pack that she could have used to sharpen the blades that she was so fond of. Her skin was wet with exertion from the fight, and Walker tore off his gloves before tracing the contours of her muscles with his fingertips, feeling her flex beneath his hand.

She stood, unfastening her belt and pulling her pants down, stepping out of them one leg at a time before they were thrown aside to join her vest on the ground. Walker shuffled out of his trousers and pulled down his briefs, his erection bouncing free to throb in the air, Kaz biting her lip as she stood over him. There was no reason to disrobe completely, they only needed to remove what was in their way.

She pulled her white panties aside, exposing her flushed lips, then came back down to close her steely thighs around his hips. They were almost as thick and as tall as a man, muscles like steel cables lurking beneath the layer of fat as he sank his fingers into her flesh, her skin as soft as velvet and as smooth as glass. She gripped his erection in her fluffy hand, his member swelling between her clawed fingers, guiding it towards her dripping loins. She rubbed his glans up and down her vulva, the pink flesh glistening with her excitement, strands of it falling to roll down his shaft. He took the opportunity to explore her familiar body, her breasts too far away to reach, but Walker was more of a waist-to-hip ratio man anyway. He followed the hourglass curve of her wide hips with his hands, feeling the hard muscles of her belly twitch at his touch, moving down to her round thighs as he clawed at her.

She placed her other hand on his chest, Walker only feeling it as pressure through his thick armor, and then she lowered herself down onto him. There was a moment of resistance, then he broke through with a pop, Kaz growling and sinking her sharp claws into one of the roots as she took him to the base. Despite her size, her muscle tone made her almost painfully tight, her slick passage closing around him like a fist gloved in wet silk. A tremor rolled through her body, Kaz exhaling as she shifted to get comfortable, every subtle movement making Walker flinch as his cock jumped inside her.

She started to rock slowly, moving her hips back and forth atop him, tentative at first but growing faster and more ardent as she became accustomed to the sensation of having him inside her. This was far from their first rodeo. Ever since their first deployment together they had ended most of their nights this way, Kaz had a sexual thirst that was seemingly impossible to quench. Walker was all too happy to oblige, it was a form of bonding that had quickly cemented their friendship, and she was a comely woman. To an outsider, they might appear to bicker constantly, but that was just the way that Borealans interacted with humans. It masked a constant background radiation of attraction that urged them to dominate their smaller companions and induct them into their pack.

This arrangement was relieving for the both of them. They blew off steam, reduced stress, and it allowed Kaz to concentrate on her work rather than on suppressing her instincts.

She began to bounce, rising and falling heavily on his shaft, coming down hard enough to bruise his hips as she drove him into the dirt. He sank his fingers into the meat of her thighs for purchase, the pair silent save for grunts of pleasure and drawn out sighs. They knew each other well enough that little communication was necessary, Walker's eyelids fluttering as she twisted her hips and ground her spasming walls against his erection.

He pushed up to meet her downward thrusts, their flesh clapping together, her juices leaking around his member to make their coupling slippery. She was relentless, never faltering as she fucked him like a machine, a satisfying ache permeating his shaft as it throbbed inside her.

"You're holdin' out on me Walker, what's the matter? You still worryin' about Bugs sneakin' up on us while we're doing the nasty?"

She took a fistful of his hair in her hand, Walker gritting his teeth against the sting, and she leaned down close to press her puffy lips against his. Her long tongue slid into his mouth, near a foot of slippery muscle, tapered at the tip and rough like that of a cat. She had such fine control over it, the dexterous appendage painting his inner cheeks and the roof of his mouth with her copper-flavored saliva, Kaz subjecting him to a probing and salacious French kiss. His spine arched off the dirt, fingers digging deep into the yielding meat of her thighs, her tongue roiling inside his head as if it had a life of its own. She piled so much of it into his mouth that it bulged his cheeks. She licked the back of his throat, smirking as she felt him flinch.

He heard her chuckle as he swelled inside her, Kaz releasing his hair and catching his lip in her teeth as she pulled back, drawing a little blood. She wet her lips, making a show of tasting it, resuming her rhythmic rocking as Walker's face reddened.

"Do I have your full attention now, Sergeant?"

Kaz could be rough in a way that really got him going. She knew how to push his buttons, grinning down at him as he redoubled his efforts.

Her powerful pelvic floor muscles clenched around him, rolling up and down his shaft in a cruel massage that threatened to wring his emission from him through sheer force. He wasn't to be outdone, however. Even sex was a fight to a Borealan, and he felt her mammoth body quiver as he drove his rigid member into her silken walls. She twisted her hips, gyrating as if trying to scratch some unreachable itch, fresh sweat making her exposed skin glisten in what little starlight penetrated the forest canopy.

"Fuck it," she grumbled, slowing her thrusting for a moment to hook her claws under the elastic of her sports bra and pulling it over her head. Her breasts fell free to bounce heavily, the size and weight of Walker's rucksack. They would have snapped the spine of a human woman like a pencil. He wasted no time, gripping her hips and pulling himself upright, burying his face between them. She placed a furry hand on the back of his head, her sharp claws pricking his scalp, Walker breathing in her musky scent and tasting the salt on her burnished skin.

He crawled his lips across one of her breasts, finding her hard, pink nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He weighed the fat globes in his hands, his fingers sinking deep into her flesh as if it was fresh cookie dough, Kaz speeding up as she rocked her wide hips back and forth.

He circled the firm nub of flesh with his tongue, catching it between his lips, feeling her taut muscles twitch and flex around his buried erection. She was so wet, the viscous fluid sticking to her inner thighs in strands, matting his pubic hair as it escaped from her burning loins. She was fever-hot, almost enough to scald him, her warm breath blowing his hair as she panted.

"Come on Walker, I ain't no china doll," she complained.

He bit her harder, alternating between gentle chewing and licking, digging deep into her flesh with his fingers as he sought out the firmer and more tender breast tissue that lay beneath. She shuddered, her long spine arching, a low growl escaping her lips that might have been intimidating had he not heard it before in the same context.

"Fuck, I need this," she grumbled. "I was going nuts on the carrier, can't even find a fucking maintenance closet for some quick head without being disturbed. They got us crammed together like sardines."

Walker opened his mouth to reply, but she pressed his face into her breast. Her flesh spilled around his cheeks, almost plump enough to envelop his head.

"Don't stop, idiot. I'm getting close."

He dragged his hand down her firm belly, feeling the bulge of her abs beneath his palm, gliding on her smooth skin as the veneer of her sudor made her slippery. He found the tuft of fur on her mound, the same strawberry blonde as that of her lower arms and legs, silky and soft unlike that of humans. He sought out her clitoris, feeling her wetness beneath his fingers, her body tensing as they brushed her sensitive anatomy. She growled and dug her claws into his body armor, sinking deep into the Kevlar, Walker thanking his stars that it wasn't his flesh. He had more than a few scars that he hadn't earned in battle.

He rubbed her sweet spot with his thumb, and her movements became more erratic, his digit lubricated by her thick juices. Her long arms wrapped around him to pull him tight against her body, Kaz clinging to him almost desperately. His armored vest couldn't have been comfortable against her bare skin, but she was lost in her fugue, too aroused to care and nearing the peak of her excitement. He roamed his free hand down her back, following the deep channel that her muscles cut in her spine, finding the firmness of her rump and taking a handful as she bounced on top of him. Her ample cheeks were as soft as melting butter, and yet the flesh sprang back into shape when he released it. You could have bounced a grenade off her ass.

He felt the fur of her tail at the base of her spine, smirking to himself as he gripped it in his hand like it was a fluffy rope. He felt her insides tighten up, wincing as her sodden walls contracted like a vice, then he gave her tail a good hard tug.

She snarled like an angry tiger in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Pulling a Borealan's tail was a show of dominance, and it drove them wild.

He gave it another rough pull, and she rolled her head back, the sound of claws tearing the fabric on his back rising to his ears. He'd have to tell the requisitions officer that local wildlife was the culprit when they got back to the base, the UNN didn't much appreciate you messing up their expensive gear.

"Harder," she growled, leaning down to bite his earlobe in her sharp teeth. "I want it to hurt."

He obliged, yanking her tail with all of his strength, feeling the tremor roll through her muscular body. Her pace became frantic, obviously on the cusp of orgasm, her erratic movements sending jolts of pleasure coursing through Walker's body like electric shocks. He couldn't concentrate, he saw points of light floating before his eyes, he felt like his skull was full of sparks. His hips were sore, his member aching, but a fire was welling inside him that threatened to push him over the edge.

She tore his hands away from her and planted them in the dirt, her fists closed around his wrists, pinning him as her thrusting reached a fever pitch. Sweat dripped from her body, raining down on him, her smooth thighs clamping down around him as if he was prey that might struggle free before she had her fill of him.

She moved down to bite his neck, more than a few tooth marks from their previous encounters hidden beneath his fatigues, but his armored collar was in the way. She bit that instead, her body shaking as she started to come, her passage milking him with cruel muscle spasms that were impossible to endure for long. He pushed up off the ground to slam deep inside her, her eyes shut tight as she sank her teeth into his vest, doubtless more satisfying than having to treat him gently by Borealan standards. Walker had never seen two of the aliens fuck, but he imagined that it must be bloody. Their whole bodies were a patchwork of scars and bites. Kaz had particularly prominent bite scar on her hip and another on her thigh that set his imagination ablaze with lurid scenarios.