A SPARTAN'S WAR

Dysea finished lacing up her boots and buckled the holster around her waist. There were no new undergarments, so Dysea had decided to forgo putting on the soaked white lace thong panties she always wore, as well as the lace bra. She looked at her breasts before buttoning the fatigue shirt, proud of their firmness and knowing she did not need to wear a bra. She grabbed her wet uniform and started to climb over the rocks to rejoin with Tarifa and Martin. She had only gone a few meters when her elf ears picked up their voices. She crept forward slowly, until she could look around the large rock face. Her eyes went a little wider when she did.

Tarifa and Martin were still only half clothed. Neither of them had their shirts on, and like Dysea, Tarifa had decided to not put her wet undergarments back on. At the moment she was currently sitting in Martin's lap, her firm tits crushed against his bare chest as they shared a very deep and heated kiss.

Dysea watched as Tarifa pulled his face from hers, their lips joined by a long strand of salvia for a brief moment, their faces flush and their lips moist. Dysea let her eyes wander over Martin's chest, taking in every contour of his powerfully packed muscles and abdomen. Her eyes took in the black flame tattoos that crisscrossed his chest and shoulders, as well as his back, and she heard Tarifa speak.

"That was a very brave thing you did Martin. You saved Dysea's life you know." She told him softly.

Martin smiled and nuzzled her throat, and Dysea's eyes went wide when she saw his canine teeth extend half an inch and gently nibble Tarifa's tanned satiny skin, "That little swim?" He spoke "I've jumped from higher and landed in deeper water. She would have been alright… but I think she is still recovering and everything that has happened has shocked her." He told her quietly reaching up to stroke her cheek. "You dreamed about her last night didn't you?"

Tarifa nodded with a slight smile, totally devoid of any embarrassment with the man she had shared so many pleasurable moments with in the last few weeks. "It was… it was very vivid Martin." She said softly.

Martin smiled. "No kidding. I did too… that's why I got up and left the two of you. I could smell you from the front of the cave. And I could… I could smell her as well. She smells like wildflowers when she's excited." He said almost absentmindedly, Dysea's scent coming to him now. She was only a few meters away.

"Martin I woke up with her breast in my hand and my thigh pressing against her… against her pussy." Tarifa spoke, her cheeks turning slightly red as she spoke the words. "It was glorious… though it was very embarrassing."

Martin reached up and pulled some of her hair from her face, his hands running down her shoulders and stroking her arms. "She has affected you quite a bit." He said.

Tarifa looked at him. "She has affected you even more." She said with a gentle smile. "I've seen the way you look at her."

"Tarifa I…" Martin started to speak.

Tarifa put a finger to his lips and stopped him. "What we have shared these past weeks has been wondrous Martin Hunter. I think however that both of us have known that it would not last. We… we are meant for others… you more than I, if what I feel is correct."

"What do you feel?" Martin asked her.

"There is something about you Martin." She spoke, "Something that you will not let me see. You keep it chained well… but it is meant for others. I believe Dysea is one of them."

"You are attracted to her as well, aren't you?" Martin said.

Tarifa nodded with a shy smile, "Surprisingly very much so." Tarifa answered. "I believe I feel it from her as well… but since I have never been with a woman… I don't know. Our… our relationship has opened my eyes to many things that I would not have thought of before. And for that… I will be eternally grateful to you for."

"I have felt different since returning to earth." Martin spoke. "I can't explain it… but something inside me is calling out. To what I don't know…"

"It will come to you in time." Tarifa said with a seductive grin. "I would hope that until we decide it would be best to part ways, you would still allow me the pleasure of being with you."

Martin smiled as well. "You have turned into a little vixen." He said with a soft chuckle.

Tarifa smiled and nodded before kissing his lips softly. "What you have shown me I have never experienced before, and I have discovered I like it very much." Martin looked at her oddly and she drew back just a little. "What is it Martin?"

"Your… your teeth Tarifa" Martin said his eyes a little wider. "They are…" He reached up and with his index finger he traced her now half inch long canine teeth.

Tarifa smiled brilliantly and nodded. "They are becoming like yours." She stated proudly.

Martin looked confused. "How… how is that possible?"

"I don't care how it's possible, all I know is I can feel the changes inside me and I love them." Tarifa said. "My senses are more alive, I can smell you more clearly. I feel energized Martin, like a whole new world is opening to me."

"You… you welcome this change?" He asked surprised. This was something he had not expected and it surprised him quite a bit.

"This change makes me more like you. I feel stronger and more alive, and it is a wonderful feeling." Tarifa told him. "Why would I not welcome it? I spoke very briefly with Anja, but I was unable to go into details. I will talk with her when we have more unexciting things to do."

Tarifa kissed him deeply, and felt his arms encircle her, his tongue probing and finding hers and quickly defeating her in a tongue duel. Her breasts were crushed against his bare skin, her nipples erect from both the coolness of the air and her own excitement. After a long moment they parted once more, Martin nuzzling her throat and Tarifa grasping his head tightly, turning her face to the side with her eyes tightly shut.

Dysea wore a stunned look as she too saw that Tarifa's canine teeth had indeed become longer, extending to nearly three quarters of an inch in length now. Their entire conversation had been in regards to their feelings for her, and instead of being aghast and disgusted, Dysea found herself actually enticed by the thought. She could not deny the attraction she felt for Martin, picturing him fucking her brains out made her extremely wet between her thighs, yet it was the pictures in her mind of her and Tarifa that surprised her. She found herself becoming supremely aroused by the thought of making love to Tarifa and exploring her taunt body. Dysea found herself wanting to taste her, desiring to explore every centimeter of her tanned flesh, and have Tarifa do the same to her.

Martin's words shook away her thoughts.

"I need to scout ahead." He told Tarifa, easily getting to his feet even with Tarifa in his lap. She uncoiled her body from around him, yet kept her arms around his shoulders as he stood to his full height and lowered her gently to the ground. "I don't think Dysea needs to come around the corner and see us like this. Not yet."

Tarifa nodded with a seductive smile and kissed him. "I will finish getting dressed and we will wait for you."

Martin nodded as well and reached down to pick up his combat vest and weapons. He looked at Tarifa's tits standing proudly in full display for him, her nipples beckoning to him and he almost lost control and took her right there. Martin smiled as he turned and headed down the shoreline.

Dysea leaned against the rocks for a long moment, calming her heart and taking deep breaths. When she had complete control of her emotions once more she made a few small noises and then stepped around the rocks. Tarifa was buckling on the combat vest, and she turned to see Dysea come from the side.

Tarifa jacked the first round into the chamber of the K12 before sliding it into the holster on her thigh. "Martin went to scout ahead. He said we should wait here for him."

Dysea stepped up to her slowly, seeing Tarifa begin to spin her long hair in her hands to put into a pony tail. Dysea pulled her own pony tail forward and removed the lower two strands of silk that tied her hair. She held them out to Tarifa. "Take these." She said.

Tarifa looked at her as she held out the elaborate strands of silk. "I… I have the leather." She said.

Dysea shook her head. "These are silk. They are stronger and they will not tangle your hair when you go to remove them. They also do not suck the moisture from your hair as the leather does."

Tarifa took the strands of silk slowly. "Thank you." She said.

Dysea moved in front of her and sat on the small boulder. "May… I ask you something Tarifa?"

"Certainly," Tarifa replied.

"Martin. He… he is different isn't he?" Dysea asked her. "The Holy One told me a little of him… that he was not completely human. That is why his aura is a darker green isn't it?"

Tarifa nodded slowly. "They were called Genomes." She said.

"The Holy One told me that, but before he could go into more detail we were set upon by the Alliance Assassins." Dysea explained.

"I do not know the full story…" Tarifa said. "I will tell you what I have learned from Martin and some history files that I was given."

"Yes please." Dysea said.

"The Holy One created them in the mid twenty-first century." Tarifa began.

Tarifa talked for nearly thirty minutes, telling Dysea as much as she knew; which was more than most people. Throughout it all Dysea simply stared at her, watching as her lips moved, and how her breasts rose and fell evenly. Tarifa's voice was like a soft music to Dysea's ears and it relaxed her greatly. She absorbed all the information that Tarifa gave to her, and almost didn't notice when Tarifa finished speaking.

"Dysea, are you alright?" Tarifa asked.

"You… you and Martin are… you are lovers?" Dysea asked the question, trying her best not to sound that interested even though she already knew the answer. She saw the look on Tarifa's face and raised her hand. "Forgive me… I should not have asked. I apologize."

"There is nothing to apologize for." Tarifa told her, moving off the rock she was sitting on. "But you ask a question you already know the answer to. Why?"

Dysea looked at her as Tarifa moved closer to her. "I… I don't know."

Tarifa nodded. "Yes we are, though now that you have come into his life… things will change I think."

"Me?" Dysea asked. "Why?"

Tarifa looked at Dysea, her eyes following the curve of her neck and the outline of her lips. Her eyes also took in the swell of her large breasts, and the way the fatigue pants clung to her skin. Her platinum blond hair was clean and silky, her eyes bright and alive. Tarifa made a decision then and moved closer to Dysea.

"You asked me this morning if I had been dreaming of you when I was sleeping." Tarifa said.

Dysea was frozen in her spot on the small rock and unable to move as Tarifa moved to within inches of her face. She could see Tarifa's wide sapphire eyes that were alive with passion and desire. Dysea knew that look well; she had seen it in the eyes of many men, yet she had never seen desire for her in another woman's eyes. She nodded her head slowly.

"Yes… yes I did." She replied, her chest heaving in the excitement that was welling up inside her, and the hope that Tarifa would kiss her. Dysea's mind was racing in confusion, yet she could not push back the thoughts and the powerful desire that was building within her. She wanted Tarifa to kiss her. She wanted Tarifa to take her right here and right now, and that realization frightened her, yet it thrilled her even more.

Tarifa lowered her hand to Dysea's leg, running her fingers up the length of Dysea's slim and muscular thigh. Dysea flinched at the intimate touch, but she did not draw away and Tarifa looked at her, passion searing through her veins. She brought her face close to Dysea, and saw her emerald green eyes wide in surprise, but also in wonderment. Their lips were only a few millimeters apart and Tarifa extended her tongue slowly, running the tip hesitantly over Dysea's soft moist lips.

Tarifa stared into Dysea's eyes, searching for any sign of rejection or doubt. Her heart sang when she saw none and Tarifa knew she could no longer hold back her emotions. She wanted this woman almost as much as she desired Martin. She could not deny it any longer and she did not care where they were. She needed Dysea now.

"Yes… I was dreaming of you." Tarifa spoke softly before covering Dysea's full lips with her own.

Dysea could not help the whimper of delight that escaped her throat as Tarifa's lips covered her own. Her body tensed as she felt Tarifa's warm moist tongue gently probing, teasing and seeking entry into her mouth. Her mind burst open with stars at the new and incredible sensations that erupted within her, and when she felt Tarifa's strong hand come up and firmly cup her large breast, Dysea surrendered to what she was feeling.

Tarifa's eyes closed sensuously when Dysea's soft and delicious lips parted even wider. With barely controlled glee she plunged her tongue into Dysea's warm mouth searching for what she wanted as she gently pulled Dysea from the rock and onto the softer earth. She had laid out the liner of one of the space blankets on the ground before she began to change out of her wet clothes, and this is where she directed Dysea. Tarifa's hands worked frantically at the buttons of Dysea's fatigue top, and finally she got the last one unfastened and pulled it open, exposing Dysea's firm 34C tits to her hungry eyes. Her eyes grew wide with passion as she saw that Dysea's upper body was tattooed with a light blue ink, several light blue circles extending down between her firm tits, and what appeared to be a pendant of some kind tattooed around her belly button. Her belly button was adored with a glittering emerald piercing, and as Tarifa pulled her top from her shoulders, she saw delicate tattoos across her shoulders and circling her upper arms.

Dysea's nipples were incredibly erect, standing out proudly in excitement the likes of which Dysea had never imagined she could experience. Dysea gasped loudly when Tarifa's lips descended hungrily to her tits and took her left nipple into her warm mouth. Her hands went to Tarifa's head and her fingers entwined within her silky black hair as pleasure shot through her body like an electric current.

Tarifa suckled hard on Dysea's nipple, her own body awash with fire as her hands struggled to remove Dysea's pants. Dysea was clutching her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps at what she was experiencing. Tarifa switched to Dysea's other nipple, using her new canine teeth to nipple the erect bud, drawing yelps of pleasure from the beautiful blond woman beneath her. Tarifa dropped one hand slowly down Dysea's flat abdomen, feeling her stomach clench at the touch of an unfamiliar hand. Tarifa slowly and deftly used her fingers to unbutton Dysea's pants. Her own body was on fire, her pussy already soaking through her pants at her own excitement. She stretched her fingers out, delving further down Dysea's firm abdomen, searching for the prize she so wanted.

Dysea's hand grabbed Tarifa's wrist just before her fingers touched her dripping pussy. Tarifa's face came up from her tits, her eyes smoldering in passion, her lips moist from sucking Dysea's nipples. Tarifa blinked quickly, and questions filled her eyes as she stared at Dysea's wide emerald eyes.

"Ta… Tarifa… we…" Dysea gasped, trying to control her breathing.

"Dysea… please… I… I want you!" Tarifa pleaded with her in a husky voice. "I… I want to taste you… I want to possess you… please don't… please don't make me stop."

Hearing Tarifa's words brought down what little remained of Dysea's resistance. Dysea's eyes grew wider as she allowed the passion to sweep through her unchecked. She released Tarifa's wrist and gasped when Tarifa's fingers found the thin line of platinum blond hair above her engorged clit and gently her fingers snaked through the soft hair to find what they were seeking.

Tarifa's eyes filled with awe and a renewed passion as she found Dysea's erect clit, and discovered the surprise. Drawing a gasp from Dysea as she settled back onto the blanket, Tarifa tore at her fatigue pants. Dysea frantically lifted her hips from the blanket to allow Tarifa to strip her, and then she felt the coolness of the air around her on her bare thighs as Tarifa pulled them off her in one powerful yank. Tarifa did not pause and squirmed lower on the blanket, to settle between Dysea's thighs. Her eyes were focused on the beautifully trimmed platinum blond hair just above Dysea's throbbing clit, and the glittering diamond ring that pierced that beautiful swollen clit. Tarifa turned her head slightly, taking in the wide tattoo that decorated and circled completely Dysea's taunt thigh, and the intricate wave design that was inside the tattoo. Her lips grazed the tattoo, tasting her flesh, as her tongue traced a long path up the inside of that thigh to the outer lips of Dysea's pussy. Tarifa closed her eyes a she nestled her nose in the soft blond hair, breathing deeply of Dysea's passion. Her mind recalled Martin's words to her on how Dysea smelled like wildflowers, and Tarifa smelled them now quite powerfully, and it was Dysea's own excitement that washed away any lingering doubts about what she was about to do.

Tarifa reached up slowly with her long fingers, tracing a line along the outside of Dysea's dripping cunt, until she placed her index finger on the diamond ring that pierced Dysea's blood engorged clit. She felt Dysea's stomach clench, and her fingers entwined in her black hair. She felt Dysea pull her head towards her blond pussy and she smiled, her canine teeth now fully extended in passion. Tarifa leaned forward, took Dysea's throbbing clit within her warm lips and flicked the diamond ring gently. Dysea gasped in delight, and her thighs tightened in anticipation. Tarifa closed her lips tighter around Dysea's sweet tasting clit, her juices already splashing across her face and sliding down her throat. Tarifa grabbed her powerful ass cheeks in both hands and sucked hard on Dysea's throbbing clit, her tongue flicking madly across the diamond piercing.

Dysea's eyes flew open wide, the muscles in her neck straining as she opened her mouth and screamed in unashamed pleasure as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced ripped through her very being. Her legs clenched and she locked her heels behind Tarifa's shoulders, her hands gripping her lover's head tightly, as her pussy convulsed and sent rivers of her cum flooding into Tarifa's sucking mouth.

Tareif stood to one side of the platform as the last of the Raptor's settled for a landing trailing smoke as the sun began breaching the horizon. The remaining hours of the previous night had been long and very arduous. Tareif was amazed at the organization that Commander Hunter's people had, and immediately upon receiving the order from Kenneth, they began pulling up roots. The attack came from the north, as hundreds of human mercenaries hit the refugee encampment. Men, women and children were in some cases tossed into the back of Raptors and the two transports. At least five of the Raptors that had come from EDEN were destroyed by anti-air missiles as they lifted off fully loaded with civilians. Mortar rounds were dropping within the encampment perimeter, shredding flesh and smashing bone, but the genome soldiers never gave up.

Tareif had watched in stunned silence as fire balls blossomed from the area of the encampment, and Raptors began arriving to offload passengers. In displays of courage he would not soon forget, the pilots of the flying craft would take off immediately to return for more of their people or to provide close air support. Hunter had laid out a killing perimeter all around the encampment, a perimeter that included mines and booby traps. He was receiving reports from the half dozen Dragoons that had remained in the encampment and who were fighting beside the genomes, and what they were telling him was incredible... even unbelievable in some cases. These genomes were savage fighters, and even though wounded horribly, they would stagger to get the civilians to the Raptors and transports. They just never gave up, as if defeat or surrender never crossed their minds.

Ultimately it would be that dedication and sacrifice that allowed all but three hundred of the civilians they were tasked with protecting to escape. The price was terribly high though, as Tareif watched Kenneth silently counting off the number of their dead. Martin had come to the surface with fifty-three genomes in his team. As the last Raptor landed on the platform, Tareif learned that only nineteen had survived the attack, and that included the nine that were present in Kenneth's team. He also learned that if not for the actions of two of the now dead genomes, all of the elves that had been fighting with them would be dead as well. Though hideously wounded they had physically tossed the six elves into the last Raptor before it lifted off. Both of them had been shot nearly a dozen times, in places that would have dropped any normal human or elf, yet they hadn't fallen until Tareif's elves were safe.

Tareif watched as Kenneth slowly walked up to him. His face was emotionless, but Tareif could detect the anger that was boiling just beneath the surface.

"The pilot of the last Raptor reports that the mercenaries are advancing on the city. They have set up heavy mortars to the north, and it appears they are massing for a full blown ground assault." Kenneth spoke. "He estimates they will begin shelling once they have their mortars in position. Perhaps thirty minutes."

Tareif's jaw clenched tightly. "We have nothing that can reach the valley." He spoke.

"You have heavy mortars sir." Kenny spoke. "The Skipper said if we cut some tress back, they could hit the valley."

Tareif's eyes lit up. "Yes! I remember him saying that now!" Tareif turned to Telan who stood behind him. "Order all the mortar positions on the north side of the city to stand by to fire. Get as many engineers as you can gather and have them use hand lasers to cut back enough tree limbs to give the mortars a clear angle of at least eighty-six degrees!"

"Eighty-six degrees War Master?" Telan spoke. "That is almost straight up!"

"I know damn it! The heavy mortars covering the north perimeter have a range of ten miles. They can reach the valley with ease if their elevation is above seventy degrees! Now do as I order you!" Tareif snapped.

Telan nodded and turned to go just as seven genomes walked up to them carrying long black cases. Tareif looked at them oddly and turned to Kenny. "What is this?"

"Snipers sir," Kenny replied. "I was going to position them on the far north platform and have them take targets of opportunity. I also want to move three Raptors to that platform and have them use their Sabot Cannons from a stationary position, while three more orbit out of missile range. The cannons have a range of thirty kilometers sir."

"And your sniper weapons, what is their range?" Tareif asked.

"My people can hit the ass on a fly at three miles with these things." Kenny replied.

Tareif nodded. "Then I have a better position for them." He said. He pulled the map locator from his belt and activated it. A detailed map of the surrounding area came up and Tareif pointed to it. "Have one of your Raptors drop your snipers here on top of this ridge. I will send spotters for your people. It is well concealed and the Alliance mercenaries will not know where you will be firing from."

Kenny nodded, "Works for me." He said.

Tareif looked at him. "Why are you helping us?" He asked. "Your encampment is destroyed; many of your people are dead. We have been at war with the Alliance for decades. This is not your fight."

Kenny's eyes hardened. "It's our fight now sir. And once the Skipper gets back… I got a feeling these Alliance assholes are going to regret we ever came back to the surface."

Tareif shuddered inwardly at the man's words, but nodded his head. "Then we should prepare quickly." He spoke.