This is a (mostly) smut free chapter. You can skip this if you are only here for sex scenes. I will provide a summary in the next part for what happens. Hope you enjoy!
Mckayla moaned breathlessly as she bounced her wide hips up and down her partners cock, grunting out pleas for more. Her hands rested on Will's chest as she dug her nails into his flesh. Her huge breasts thrust up and down as she rode his thick meaty cock. She looked down at her handsome stud and grinned, leaning down to press her lips onto his while she gyrated her hips in a circular motion with his dick balls deep inside her. Will started to explore her thick thighs and toned ass as she clenched her legs around his waist; keeping him in position so she could feel his rod blast inside her. She squealed cutely and giggled when she felt the sharp sting of his hand striking one of her juicy cheeks.
The leader of the Valkyrie Squad leaned back to her upright position, proceeding the bounce up and down on his 10 inch rod; her hands moving from stabbing his chest to groping her large bust, holding each with both hands, she felt her nipples stab her palms as the relentless pleasure of fucking Will reached a climax. She threw her head back and let out a loud, euphoric moan as an orgasm overcame her entire body. It was only seconds later when she felt his warm thick seed invade her body, as each spurt of cum flowed out of his body and into hers she could only imagine the waterfall of cum which would come out of her once she dismounts her stud.
When she did, she was not disappointed; she sat back at the bottom of the bed, her hourglass body sweating and breathing heavy as she watched his cock shrink into its still heavy and delicious looking flaccid state. His cum leaked out of her and onto his bed.
"Sorry..." She muttered softly as she did nothing to stop his seed from leaking out of her. Will shook his head before resting his head on his pillow. Mckayla skulked up the bed on all fours to meet him, slowly resting her body onto his, one leg resting over his waist while her hand slowly caressed his chest. She felt his strong arm reach over her back as she felt his hand touching her toned back. She felt the rush from his touch, blushing lightly as she closed her eyes, tired from their evening together.
"Fuck I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of this..." Will calmly stated, feeling this goddess' bust rest on his body. Mckayla giggled cutely, biting her lip softly. She didn't want to come off as a desperate bimbo but right now all she wanted was for him to get on top of her and go again, and again.
"Well...once you get to a Tier 3 I won't need to keep using my camouflage when I come to visit."
"I guess...we'll be living across from each other though, I want one of those penthouses you guys get."
"Mmm, I'll make sure you're next door to me...I could surprise you wearing nothing but a thin robe whenever I want to." She brushed her lips across Will's cheek, she felt the tingle between her legs just thinking about what they would do...the things which all his thirsty friends dream of every night, what they desire to do with her which Willingham does.
"I think I could get used-" Willingham had begun to talk, turning his body to face his fuck buddy before the lights in the room turned a deep red. Mckayla turned from the horny sex driven girl to the serious exterior which the outside world saw. She shot up from the bed and leaped to the center of the room.
A loud, droning alarm had begun to sound. The wrist device's began to glow a shade of the same red as the lights.
"I didn't know I could get mood lighting..." He muttered. Mckayla looked at him and sighed.
"You're cute when you joke but get changed. And head straight for the armory. We're on red alert Will. We're under attack...or about to be." She snapped her fingers and closed her eyes. Will observed as her naked body had begun to disappear and engulfed in her white nylon jumpsuit. Her hair went from an unkept mess to straightened and tied into a ponytail. She looked over at him and crossed her arms under her bust.
"Get. Up." She ordered. Without a second to respond she reached out to grasp his wrist and powerfully pull him out of the bed. She looked at his body once more, her eyes lingering on his hanging cock. She blushed heavily and bit her lip.
"Don't die ok? I want to feel that thing on me again." She quickly leaned forward and kissed him before exiting the room in a blink of an eye.
Almost a minute passed when Will emerged from his room, the red lights extending from his room to the hallway. He had quickly changed into his uniform and proceeded to sprint down the hall as fast as he could; as he past every room others emerged from their quarters with the same determination which Mckayla had when she left to play hero.
The hard sprint to the closest armory was a quick but grueling one, pushing by the slower people who traveled in the same direction as him. The piercing drone of the alarm continued to violate the ears of everyone who had the displeasure of hearing it. His heart raced as fast as his legs ran, sweat begun to trickle slowly down his face. Shouting over the alarm were senior officers calling and ordering everyone to suit up into battle armor and to receive designated protection against the unknown attackers.
Captain Rays stood proud and firm on the main bridge, arms crossed with a scowl on his face unlike his usual angry expression. He was almost insulted at what lay before him. Around the bridge pilots were frantically setting up the necessary defenses for what they saw from the deep abyss of space.
"What is it Captain?!" A voice called from behind him. Immediately recognizing the voice of the Senior Investigator Angela Bishop. She was in her usual tight uniform and inappropriately small pencil skirt. Her ears flicked with caution as she noticed the fleet of almost antique ships painted with bright yellow colors. Rays grunted, shaking his head at the oncoming force.
"I'm almost insulted over what they've sent." He muttered. Angela walked up and stood beside him.
"Pirates? Trying to pillage a space station? They must be crazy..."
"Shall we humor them and let them come aboard?"
"C-captain?!" Angela gasped, eyes wide with surprise.
"I bet they haven't thought far enough ahead to think what they would do if they got on board. HEY!" The grizzled captain turned to one of the pilots, who was motioning to fire the main cannons.
"If you fire I'll dump you in janitorial duty for the rest of your career."
"Captain are you sure? We might lose people." Angela rested her hands on her hips, which were not housing a small holster with a large pistol. She was getting worried about the eccentric decisions which Captain Rays was making. Like he wanted a straight fight.
"I never doubt my strategies Bishop. They won't fire unless fired upon. Pirates are dumber than the fleet of Dorfs which attacked Alaska last week, they won't shoot unless shot upon, they don't want to damage anything worth plundering..." He grinned to himself, an expression which was almost unheard of for the captain.
"Y-yes sir...If you're sure." Angela replied sheepishly, she scanned her thoughts for possible attack plans.
"Don't think Bishop. I pay you to investigate rule breakers and to look pretty. Order the inner defenses to be erected, and tell the Valkyrie Squad to lead the force to hold them back. They'll use drills to dock, once they come in deploy fighters to destroy their ships. Trap them like the rats they are crush them!" His eyes spoke volumes for anyone who looked at him, he relished in battle; it was clear he wanted to make sure there were no survivors.
"Very well Captain. I'll relay the information." The elf turned and took a deep breath; she raised her hand and pressed on her wrist device. Immediately a holographic screen shone in her face lighting up her pretty eyes, on the screen were a number of faces belonging to officers.
"Captains orders gentlemen. Activate the defenses and call the Valkyries to the main square, attack once you know they can't retreat." the officers nodded and called out to do what she said. Closing the hologram she rubbed her forehead softly.
"You can speak freely Bishop. I've lived through more terrifying situations than you when you're pissed off."
"I think you are being reckless Captain." She snapped without a second to waste.
"It is not difficult to just blow them away using the main cannons. The Valentine can hold back way more than just a few ships filled with humans with a death wish..." She trailed off, eyebrow raising slightly as she watched the ships approach the hull of the second tier.
"Oh...thats it." She started. Rays nodded once, shoulders broad and ready for the breach.
"You want them to breach because you want to see how the new people can react against their own kind... you want to test them to see if they can kill people!" She scowled at him, her face turning red with anger.
"Growing attached to them are you Angela?" He replied coldly. Angela's mind went to Wendy's younger brother...that man who rocked her world; that rough and passionate young man.
"Of course not. I know the rules." She snapped at him. Some of the pilots on the bridge looked toward her, trying to concentrate on their work rather than her impressive figure.
Captain Rays shrugged. She moved swiftly beside him, examining the ships begin to breach the Valentine. A piercing screech erupted inside the bridge, large white words appeared over the glass which read "TIER 2 CENTRAL SQUARE COMPROMISED."
"Well here we go." She muttered to herself.
Down below, the ever familiar city of the Valentine had changed. The large, seemingly endless spread of buildings were coated in a bright green glow; laser shields which would protect anything inside the light from most catastrophic attacks. The flat streets had raised walls used as protection, behind them stood a number of soldiers kitted in heavy armor along with a standard beam rifle. Opposite the wall of the station which the fleet of pirates were drilling sat the main bulk of the defense force. Will stood behind one of these walls, behind him many of the same walls housed his comrades. Next to him Lucy stood with her red hair tied up into a high ponytail. She clutched her rife, shaking slightly as she peered over the side of the wall, locking eyes with others who were posted in front of her. She took a deep breath every so often; He noticed her doing this every time they were deployed down to Earth...A way to cope with the pressure perhaps.
In the distance he spied Mckayla with her squad, clad in those eye catching outfits; they stood on top of a building closest to the entry point the pirates were going to take. She squatted on her heels and watched the wall, the drilling sound grew louder and louder as she held her long claymore-like beam sword still strapped to her back. Leaning forward slightly she gestured to her underlings.
That's when the battle began.
