Fighting Them There Ch 14

### Fighting Them There, Chapter 14 ###

"Sophie wants us to go meet her," Miriam said, showing the text message that had appeared on her phone. "I dunno why, but it sounds important." She had conceded that point because Sophie had written 'IMPORTANT!!!' at the end of the message.

"Um... OK," Max agreed with only mild puzzlement, "we can go do... whatever it is that she's doing." He'd been mostly enjoying himself at the party, but he'd trade it in a heartbeat for an evening cuddling with his girlfriend.

The redhead shook her head. "No, sorry. She wants

us

to go meet her. Meaning just me and Ulzhari." She reached out and grabbed the powerful orc by the arm. "You three keep dancing or whatever." She wiggled her fingers to collectively refer to Fiona, Chaeryn, and Max himself. After kind of getting Ulzhari's agreement, she dragged the larger woman toward the door. An even more puzzled Max waved to the departing members of his party, wondering what trouble Sophie wanted to cook up with those two specifically, and why he wasn't invited.

He

had

to accept that he wasn't invited. His girlfriend was also his party member, and also the head of his harem. Any space that Sophie wanted to have was something he just needed to grant her. But he did think it was a

little

strange that she wanted that space during a dance party. It wasn't like they had a lot of dance parties to go to while living on a military base on a planet many light-years from Earth.

Chaeryn and Fiona seemed happy enough to have him to themselves. Or, at least just to each other. While the envy seals ensured that they all enjoyed watching him cavort with the other women on the team, it was still true that they sometimes chafed at getting less than twenty percent of his attention. Being able to get his attention divided only into two brought a visible happiness to both women's faces. Their respective almond-shaped eyes developed a bit of a twinkle that was similar despite that one set of eyes was a vibrant purple and the other a very dark brown.

The truth was that he enjoyed their attentions. Even more so when they were obviously enjoying themselves. Sometimes he felt like he was forcing the women in his party to do things against their will, an idea that was reinforced by the term 'slave' getting tossed around so casually. Seeing his party members, his

slaves

, give him joyful looks made him feel better about himself. Chaeryn insinuated herself under his arm. Fiona grabbed his other arm and snuggled her head into his bicep. The live acts had finished, and the canned R&B and pop-country wasn't massively different from what they played at the mess hall, but he was dressed in a military dress uniform and had two beautiful women on his arms, so it felt somewhat festive to him.

His contemplation was interrupted by getting shoved from behind. If his boots didn't provide magically enhanced stability, he surely would have fallen from the sudden impact. "There's the guy!" He heard Alex's voice from behind him. "The pervo-creep everyone's talking about!" There was a mean chuckle from a couple other men, but the event mostly staggered on around them as if nothing had happened.

Fiona whirled and pointed her finger at the the blond C-tier slayer. "Back off, Alex!" She was about to say more, but she was cut off by her finger being grabbed at lightning speed.

"Or you'll

what?

" He smirked gratuitously at the Vietnamese American. "You gonna

shadow

call? You know that no matter how

much

you'd rather be fucked by a

real

man than your crappy boyfriend, your shadow magic doesn't even recognize me as an enemy." His smirk turned into a triumphant grin and he bent down and gave a theatrical kiss to her finger, causing her face to scrunch up in disgust. Max tensed up, ready to spring into action but unable to see a course of action that could end well. Despite the substantial bonuses his seals provided, Chaeryn and Fiona were still D-tier second liners, there was no way they could compete in a test of strength against a C-tier front liner like Alex. And despite his willingness to put

himself

forward, the blatant reality was that Max was even more out of his league in a direct confrontation with an Executioner. Seeing Max's distress, Alex snarled contemptuously. "That's right, without your

girlfriend

to hide behind, you ain't shit, are you? How long do you think it'll take before she realizes how

fucking worthless

you are? Until she leaves you for someone a bit... stronger? See, you're doing fine when everyone's sucking your dick, but

I'm

never going to be a man that does that. If someone stands up to you, you just gotta sit the fuck down. Because you. Ain't.

Shit!

" Tiny flecks of spittle left his mouth at speeds only achievable by those with supernaturally enhanced strength.

Another man, brown haired and possessed of the kind of mustache that Max could not grow if he tried, walked up to the furious trio with confidant strides. "Well, well, well... it seems we have a bit of a discussion going on." He had a cape that was covered with feathers. Dungeon equipment. Equipment that marked him as Ramon Costanza, Eagle Warrior. Everyone knew of him, he was a B-tier flanker from three tours ahead, someone who was going to graduate from the training program in February. Someone who was almost certainly going to get into the SDRF when he finished. "So this is the

Great

Max Mitchell. I've heard so much about him that seeing him in person is really... it's kind of a let down, to be honest." He waved his hand at Alex, who released Fiona's hand and took two steps away.

Max was confused, but still very much on edge. He was extremely cognizant of the fact that Chaeryn didn't have her crossbow and Ramon was conspicuously wearing some of his dungeon equipment. As a B-tier hunter half way through his fourth tour, the man was powerful enough to be a real military asset all by himself. Powerful enough that the fraught social situation could easily be made much, much worse at a moment's notice. "You're Ramon Costanza, right?" It was a completely meaningless placeholder of a thing to say, but at least it reclaimed initiative of sorts.

"So you

do

know me," the Eagle Warrior smiled, "as you should." He made an expansive gesture that took in Alex and a couple other surly men. "I've heard a rumor that you were chatting up Danika and Jessica, and I would ask that you stay in your fucking lane." The man's piercing gaze fell directly upon Max, and it was not a kind gaze at all.

If he was confused before, Max's understanding of the situation now felt like it had fallen through the floor. "But... you're

fourth

tour, what do you care what first or second tour hunters do?" Parties could be made jointly with hunters from second and third

or

from hunters from third and fourth. Danika and Jessica would be on their third tour when they returned from the February recess, but by then Ramon wouldn't even be in the program.

Raising his arms up toward the ceiling, Ramon's cape spread out behind him like an upside down peacock's tail. Displayed in that manner, Max thought the feathers didn't quite look like those of any Earth bird he was aware of, and they probably were not. The Eagle Warrior didn't let him ponder that question for long. "You have eyes, but you do not

see

what the eagle sees! You've been told that you're the next big thing, and maybe that's true. But right now,

I

am the big thing.

I

see what the eagle sees. And when I tell you to do something, you

fucking

do it! Right now I'm giving you the benefit of the eagle's sight, don't make me teach you the lessons of the eagle's claws!" The vagueness of the threat and the lines being drawn in the sand set Max's teeth on edge.

"Uhhh... OK?" Max felt like he was in way over his head. It seemed a

little

less like he was about to be punched in the face, but he didn't feel good about the way things had gone.

Alex saw his consternation and savored it. "It better be, we are

watching

you, Mitchell." There were several chuckles and a few crueler laughs from the surly men. Max seethed inside. He seethed at his tormentors, but he also seethed at the fact that he could do nothing but seethe.

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While most chairs on the base were optimized for transportability over comfort, the green room had some genuine upholstery in it. Sophie leaned back in the comfy chair and attempted to explain. "Miriam and Ulzhari are totally mercenary about all of this." She gestured to herself. "So like, I'm Max's girlfriend," she gestured to the newcomers, "but these women do this for the

power

."

Ulzhari took in the scene and asked the question that seemed most appropriate. To her. "Sophie, are these the singing ladies? Are you trying to get them into Max's harem?"

"His what?" Katherine Davis, AKA Sidewinder Kate seemed less than fully thrilled.

The Valkyrie smiled and held up her hands placatingly. "In orcish cultures, it's completely normal for women to share men. That translates to harem. Max's power doesn't require that we have sex with him. It doesn't

have

to be that kind of harem." Sophie didn't feel like she was lying, because what was saying was

true

, at least in a literal sense.

Monique Jackson, AKA Peppa Grinda rolled her eyes. "You don't call it a harem if you don't wanna scare 'em."

Miriam was impressed. "That was a really fast rhyme. Do you have like a lot of rhymes premade, or do you just riff 'em out when you need 'em?" Her excitement took Sophie off-guard, the Valkyrie noting that the redhead didn't normally swallow her THs.

"Bofe 'em," the hip hop artist replied boastfully, "plans and saved rhymes for some, at other times you finda crumb, you drop some dimes and hope words come."

"That's so cool," Miriam fan-squeed, "are there words you can't rhyme? Anything you get stuck on?" Ulzhari and Sophie both looked at Miriam with calculating eyes. The truth was that while they'd both had sex with Miriam and shed blood fighting alongside her, neither had known her that long. They didn't know her favorite food, her favorite movie, or her favorite song. The Berserker was basically OK with that, having long expected to eventually be in a harem with women whose interests overlapped with hers only as much as might be expected of co-workers. Sophie, however, took the realization fairly hard. Before she'd had sex with Max they had been boyfriend and girlfriend for more than four years. When he'd learned to like sushi, she'd been there. When Max had decided that he liked light metal music, she'd been there too. She'd known and loved every bit of him as a person before their bodies had come to know each other. With the other women who had come into their lives, Sophie scarcely knew them at all, and that revelation both scared and excited her.

Peppa's smile reached her eyes. "Girl, you can git stuck on

any

thing. But you can also git

through

anything. Like, folks say you can't rhyme '

Orange

,' but you can. It's just about yer intention when ya say each word. Like: duh

Poor mensch

got

More hench

, put his

Four inch

in the

Whore wench

.

Or-ange

." She mimed dropping a mic.

Miriam clapped like a seal begging for fish. "Wow. You are so cool. I really hope you join us in Max's harem." She gushed at the performer with the sincerity that came naturally to a teenage fan.

"Whoa there fillies," Kate objected, "that's

twice

your girls have mentioned a

harem

. What kind of freaky sex circus are you running here?" Sophie facepalmed. Miriam turned red. Ulzhari didn't seem affected at all.

It was precisely her blasé attitude toward the situation that allowed the orcish woman to get the first word in. "Max's class lets him put seals on us that can be made bigger with rituals. We could do rituals without having sex with Max and Sophie, we've each decided we would rather have sex

and

power. Not just power. Sophie has been very kind, let us fuck her boyfriend with her." Ulzhari smiled and made a soft oink to indicate that she was finished.

Katherine Davis looked incredulously at Sophie. Before she'd even said anything, the blond Valkyrie adopted a look of contrition. "Hole-ee

shit!

You

let

them have threesomes with your boyfriend?" The pop-country singers didn't sound angry, but she did sound like she had something in her coils that she had absolutely no intention of letting go of. "Does yer boyfriend know what an absolute

freak

you are?" Despite being several centimeters shorter than the hunter, she leaned in and loomed over Sophie. She was only physically able to do it because Sophie was sitting down, but she was socially able to do it because Sophie was too embarrassed to defend her personal space.

For her part, the most powerful flower of their crop wilted in the harsh gaze of the singer. "No. He doesn't." It seemed that Sophie was near to crying, retreating into shame that her party members did not understand.

Unsure of what had just transpired, Miriam plowed ahead. "Seriously, it's a good deal. When Max puts his seals on you, they give you magically improved strength, speed, stamina, and beauty. And not only do they last forever, but you can make the bonuses bigger and have sex with Max at the same time."

"

Beauty

," said Sidewinder Kate dismissively, "is in the eyes of the producer."

Monique Jackson was not so quick to discount the idea. "You got eyes Kate, these bitches are A.F. Hawt. Don't large-size hate, let's hear what they got." She turned her gaze from one hunter to the other. Both Miriam and Sophie glanced at Ulzhari, and then both singers looked expectantly at the Berserker as well.

Having been put on the spot, the orc oinked with uncertainty and then steeled herself to make an explanation. "When Max's seal goes on, body changes to fit Max's desire. Sophie changed least, I changed most." That admission provoked interested looks, and Ulzhari began unbuttoning her military uniform. Many clothes, especially those with buttons, are designed to enhance the apparent size of a woman's chest, but that was absolutely

not

the case with the dress uniform for guardians of the Space Force. The buttons were placed to make a straight diagonal line from the clavicle to the diaphragm, which visually made the shoulders look broader and the chest look flatter. Certainly nothing in nature would make a straight line across breasts as big and round as those sported by Ulzhari's chest. So when she opened up the front of her uniform to reveal the true size and shape of her hidden treasures, there was a sharp intake of breath audible from at least one of the performers.

Feeling a bit like a game show hostess, Miriam gestured at the unboxed breasts. "Max obviously likes really big breasts. But he only likes them on large framed women who can support them. You'll see from my own chest," she said while casually dropping the shoulder straps from her dress, "that Max has diverse tastes of beauty. My breasts grew and perked up, but they didn't become the huge chestasauruses that appear on my orcish harem sister." The harem sister in question had no idea what a chestasaurus was, but she was happy to be introduced as a harem sister by Miriam. It made her feel like she

belonged

in a way that the House of Iron Claws had never really tried to achieve. The undershirt was also removed, and the breasts sproinged into full view. Breasts that size might be expected to fall to the belly, as stones roll down hill, but Ulzhari's stood proud, supported seemingly effortlessly by the Berserker's super-humanly powerful back muscles. When she was naked from the waist up, she looked like a statue of a sex goddess.

"Da-yum!" Peppa exclaimed, too impressed to even remember to rhyme.

Kate's eyes were fixed on the improbably large breasts before her. "Yeah, I can't say I disagree. So yer Max he... he gives magical boob jobs?"

Having recovered from her retreat into shame, Sophie grasped Sidewinder Kate's hands with her own. "Oh, it's so much better than a boob job. Here," she said, pulling the pop-country singer's hands onto one of Ulzhari's melons, "feel this thing. It's amazing. So soft and smooth, but so so strong and firm at the same time." The performer squeezed with both hands, a giddy smile on her face as she was confronted by the mix of pliant softness and resilient durability. "You could get lost in these things, let her mother you while you get crushed and protected in the warmth of her giant, perfect, tits." The Valkyrie's hand moved to the back of Sidewinder Kate's head, and very gently pressed it forward "Why don't you just put your mouth there and

taste

them?"

Katherine Davis hungrily mouthed that boob flesh that was before her. Her hands moved with desperation over, under, around, and between the orc's breasts while she tried to get as much of the piebald breast meat into her mouth as possible. It was a doomed endeavor, there was simply no way that a substantial portion of Ulzhari's tits were going to fit between Kate's lips, but she groaned happily in the attempt. Sophie helped guide her head, rubbing her against, upon, and between the breasts, though it was hardly necessary. Sidewinder Kate was happy to explore the tastes and textures of the tremendous melons at the pace that Sophie set, but wouldn't have pried her face away from the orc's chest if the Valkyrie's hand wasn't there. Ulzhari oinked in pleasant confusion, enjoying the attentions of the human woman, but not really understanding what was going on.

When Katherine had calmed down slightly, she looked up into the Berserker's face and blushed sheepishly. The orcish woman had been

indulging

her, the way an adult indulged a small child who wanted another go with the swings. Sidewinder Kate had never felt so

dominated

in her whole life. She wanted to sit on the orcish woman's lap while getting her hair brushed. She wanted to lay prone across the orcish woman's thighs while she got spanked for naughtiness. Kate felt the intensity of Ulzhari's supernaturally enhanced strength and knew that she was utterly in the orc's power. And she didn't want to be anywhere else. Scandalous thoughts raced through her head of how she could signal her submission to the greater woman. Dropping to her knees, sticking out her neck to be collared or choked, every possibility send moisture from her mind to her muff.

So lost in fantasy was she that she almost missed the reality of Ulzhari's powerful hands tilting her head up to look eye to eye. It was amazing and humbling how far she had to look up to meet the orc's gaze. One of the hands moved down to Kate's back and held her, Ulzhari's great strength was both a fortress and a prison. Kate felt so small, so owned. She couldn't escape and didn't want to. She smiled up at the orc's tusky face. She awaited being pushed around and told what to do. To strip, to lick pussy, to bend over and get spanked. She was prepared to be asked practically anything, only to be asked something much more mundane. "Do you make rhymes like other lady who sings of sex?"

Kate blinked. "Um... no," she admitted haltingly, "fer me the music is

about

the music, the words are jus there to remind folks where the notes are. Fer

I Snake Your Snake

, I mostly jus sing my name. Fer the round up on

Where My Socks

, I only sang two words. But the songs get sung, ya know? Because of the music." She hugged herself into the orc. For all her softness and smoothness, Ulzhari moved as much as a mountain. "I have ta suck yer boyfriend's cock for you ta treat me like this, don't I?I think I jus might."