Alien General's Bride (Brion Brides 3)(48)

She bit down on his shoulders; the sensation sent rushing spikes of pleasure to Diego’s very core. Her legs were locked tightly around him, leaving him to pound his length straight into her at just the right angle, making her cry out every time. Her eyes were wide, wild, clouded in pleasure. The sight of it was quickly becoming Diego’s favorite thing to see. He doubted he looked any different, pressed down upon her, his breath coming short as he neared his peak. He rested his hands on either side of Isolde, his fingers digging into the sheets and gave himself completely over to the rhythm.#p#分页标题#e#

“Ah!” Isolde cried. She barely clung on to him, her hands searching for a hold on his shoulders, slipping. “Oh, yes, fuck – just like that… Diego, yes yesyesyes yes!”

He could feel her entire body lock around him like a vice as she came, trembling in exertion, desperate, needy moans telling him he had sated her. The feel of her pussy clenching down on his cock was too much. Her tightness closed in, all but wrenching his orgasm from him.

Diego could feel it approach like a wave washing over him. He grunted, losing his rhythm as he simply thrust his cock deeper and deeper inside her, feeling Isolde sob against his neck as he came with a rush that nearly made him black out. They both lay there, catching their breath, exchanging slow kisses for a long minute.

Diego almost didn’t have the strength left to pull himself out, but eventually he judged he must be getting too heavy for her, so he rolled to lie beside her, holding her close. He enjoyed the small pleasure of watching her wince every time he traced a pattern across her over-sensitive skin, making Isolde giggle sweetly and play fight him away though it was clear neither of them wanted to be anywhere but with each other just then and there.





CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Isolde



Isolde stood by a screen in the great hall of the Triumphant and observed the planet she had been on her way to visit what now seemed a lifetime ago. She really was grateful for the way the Brions designed their ships, with the huge wall-mounted screens acting as windows. They helped her see all the beauty of space in the moments it wasn’t actively trying to kill her.

Rhea slowly turned beneath them. Terra, with its self-centered way of seeing the world, had classified Rhea as a Terra-like planet and that it was. A single star in its system, Rhea itself at the perfect distance to sustain life. Isolde couldn’t help but think it was the kind of paradise Terra might have been without humans. Unspoiled, full of vast forests, grand oceans, and mineral-rich mountains. From the orbit, the planet’s immense resources of water glimmered.

She almost didn’t notice the array of ships arranged around the peaceful planet. A part of Isolde felt sorrow, even if it was weird to feel compassion towards a lifeless object, but she felt that Rhea could do quite well without all of them quarrelling over it.

The transit had been uneventful and the happiest time in Isolde’s life. The galaxy teetered on the brink of destroying itself, but she was happy in Diego’s bed, drifting ever closer to Rhea with each day. In the company of her gerion, even the worst life had to offer suddenly didn’t seem so bad. They were rarely seen by others, instead preferring to get to know each other better.

Hours were spent talking mixed with hours passed in bed, or they simply didn’t bother to get out of bed to talk. Isolde told Diego about Terra and humans, and he told her things about Briolina that she didn’t yet know. In the end, Diego thought humans were kind of funny, and Isolde thought the Brions were terrifyingly stubborn about everything. Both were, of course, true.

The Brions, Isolde had come to learn, were not all barbaric. They didn’t shun from bloodshed, and she made no illusions that they might suddenly turn peaceful, but it was as the Elder warrior had said – they didn’t like meaningless wars. They had been drawn into one unexpectedly, and against their own people at that.

Rhea was surrounded by ships. Isolde could identify about half of them, if that many, but of course she could just let the Triumphant’s ship log do that for her. There were the long, lean, needle-like Palian ships and gruffer ones belonging to Tritans. She saw transport ships similar to the one she should have been on, and wondered if there was a new research team assembled already and whether their trip would be as eventful as hers.

There were fewer ships from the other GU species, and Isolde even recognized a Terran ship. The people of Rhea, as few as they were from what Isolde had gathered, didn’t have space capability, and Isolde thought seeing the sky suddenly go dark with all the ships that now sat clustered in high anchor on their orbit must have looked really scary to them.

The Triumphant and the Unbroken paid little attention to them, scanning for Brion ships. The others kept clear of the huge warships and Isolde couldn’t blame them. Diego and Faren had their reputations for a reason, after all.

They found Eren in the part of Rhea boasting the mines for which most of the galaxy would have gone to war. Two Brion warships hovered above the continent, but from the scans it had become obvious that most of the staff was on the surface. As soon as they got the confirmation that Eren and the traitor generals were on Rhea, Diego ordered the ships to be shot to pieces. Isolde stayed to watch the debris fall as Diego and Faren made planetfall to root Eren out of hiding.#p#分页标题#e#

She almost felt bad for him. The moment the Elders had announced he was a traitor, he became homeless. No one on Briolina would shield him from the Elders, or from the generals on his trail. His betrayal was too great. So he ran to the only place that would possibly welcome him, because it didn’t belong to anyone. Isolde wondered if he knew how hopeless it was. She only wished that their own lives weren’t just as hopeless.

Eleya joined her in watching the beautiful planet and the death they were raining down on it.

“Any news from the Galactic union  ?” Isolde asked.

“Not yet,” Eleya said, but her mind was clearly occupied with other matters. She didn’t look away from the screen once, even if it was impossible to see anything on the surface but the biggest mountains. Seeing Isolde looking, she hastened to add, “I think they are waiting to see how this plays out. Whether Diego finds Eren, and whether we will actually leave afterwards.

Mostly it is pretty much what we expected. Some demand we all be slaughtered, but your call for peace went well. Surprisingly, the Palians are on our side, or at least they think the GU should let this one go. They hunger for Rhea and they know that if it comes to war, all this will be lost anyway.”

“And we will leave, right?” Isolde ventured on. “Don’t make a liar of me.”

Eleya gave her a tight smile. “Yes, of course. You heard the Elders. We are here only for… him.”

Isolde considered for a moment if it was worth pursuing the obvious topic further, but she’d never seen Eleya that unhinged.

“If they find him, you don’t have to go to – you know, to the execution,” she said, although in her heart she knew differently and could offer no comfort.

“Of course I have to be there,” Eleya said sadly. “I am the voice of the Elders as the leader of the senators on Rhea and everywhere else now that they’ve returned to their Sleep. What would it look like if I hid from this execution?”

“They’d understand if they knew,” Isolde offered.

“Maybe. They do not.”

“I can’t imagine if I had to witness something like that.”

Eleya smiled. “Diego is not Eren.”

“No,” Isolde allowed. “But I have a very good imagination. I don’t know much about the binding besides what I feel myself, but if you feel the same towards him, then I am really, truly sorry if you have to be there.”

The senator’s eyes were infinitely sad for a moment. Then the air of sorrow passed and she looked like Eleya again. “I do have to be there. For once in my life I am grateful that I am not a general anymore and it does not have to be my sword that does the deed.”

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The call surprised them both. It didn’t come straight from the Galactic union  , and it was unorthodox for a Palian ship to hail the Brions. To Isolde’s further surprise, it was the same one that had dared to do so the last time.

Agent Perkins smiled to her when the holoimage lit up. He appeared to be in a room quite similar to Isolde’s somewhere on the other side of Rhea, keeping watch over what the Brions were doing.

“Miss Fenner,” he said. “I have the pleasure of talking to you again. I see you’ve risen high in the world since the last time we spoke.”

Isolde wasn’t entirely sure what to say. “I found my fated, yes, thank you,” she responded at last. “If I may ask, how are you here? I thought you were stationed on Luna Secunda.”

“I was,” the agent said, still smiling. “Urgent matters called me here. The galaxy is a very interesting place all of a sudden.”

“I hear the Palians are supporting us in the Galactic union  . I must thank you for that as well,” Isolde said, unsure what the agent wanted with her. He had assured her that Rhea was very important and she had found out why. He had also promised to raise trouble if she disappeared before arriving. Now she reached her destination, still in one piece. She wondered what else the Palian might want with her.