Chapter 13: Before the Storm
Orks. An intelligent species of savage humanoids that dwell in smalls groups on many worlds and mainly thrive off scavenging, hunting and looting. They were of course not really “orcs”. But leave it to humanity to name the first intelligent life they meet after some fantasy, game race just because they happened to have green skin.
They had of course a proper name but humanity did not know it because we have not yet figured their language out. Most encounters end quickly with the death of one side, that makes talking difficult. But the important point was, they were not monsters or some spawned mob that gives EXP and loot like in a video game. They are people and even so they were savages they had their own culture.
And still, Marcus despised them. He did not learn everything, that was known about the green menace, because he was curious. Marcus did it out of hatred. They had murdered his mother and stole his childhood. A good part of his drive to become a class holder and to gain power had been to seek revenge. He was old enough now to reflect upon his younger self and understood how foolish he had been.
Life was complicated and the more you know the more complicated it becomes. As he learned more about the orks, they started to look less like horrific monsters and more like pitiful creatures who were stuck in an endless state of barbaric tribalism. Overall they were not that different from humanity. Even on the genetic level they were remarkable similar to humans, to the point that some scientists suggest we could even interbreed. How this was possible was one more mystery the monoliths had provided for humanity.
“At this speed you might miss the ork raid all together.” A female voice dragged Marcus out of his deep thoughts. He looked up and a pretty woman with long brunette hair watched him move slowly around the training hall. “Ehmm. What?” Very smooth Marcus, very smooth.
“I saw you slow walking in your armor and was wondering what you were doing, Monika by the way.” She smiled and Marcus dropped Anchor and introduced himself. “Marcus Freimann, lvl 7 Fighter, Russo Squad.” She laughed and for some reason so did Marcus. “Very well.” she moved into a parade position. “Monika Weller, lvl 19 Ray Knight, Mäkinnen Marauders”. Marcus looked at her with great interest. Not so much because she had a nice figure (totally not) but because he was surprised. She seemed barely older than him and was already lvl 19 and part of a clan. She must be extremely talented, he thought. It took him too long to realize he had been staring at her for several seconds.
Marcus quickly tried to get back on track. “I was training one of my abilities, and slow movements is all I can do for now.” He was actually proud that he was able to move at all. It has been only a few days since he unlocked Anchor and his progress was stellar, in his humble opinion. “What does it do?” She stepped closer to him to avoid another person performing acrobatic movements. The once so empty training hall was overflowing with people now and Marcus was actually yearning for the days the base felt empty. “It is called Anchor and it makes it harder to push me around. I can absorb heavy hits without losing my footing.” He tried to explain.
Monika, who looked really nice in her training suit, tilted her head. “You are level 7 and you already have unlocked the second ability of the Fighter?” Again Monika surprised him. “Can I try?” She asked holding out a hand. Marcus quickly gathered a large ball of red energy in his stomach and gave her a sign. She carefully placed her hand on his chest, gave him a smile, and pushed. He did not budge and after a few seconds she stopped. “Interesting, maybe next time I can show you what I can do.” She moved away with a smile and Marcus waved after her, like an idiot.
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“I saw that.” Marcus had just left the showers and met Janette, who was leaning against the wall with a beer in hand. “Saw what?” Marcus asked innocently. “You, flirting with that hotty in the training hall.” FLIRTING? Who? What? ME? SHE? “We were just talking a bit.”
Marcus denied any knowledge of sexual attraction from anybody at any point. “Ahh geez. Marcus, I could feel the hot waves coming from the two of you on the other side of the hall. This one has an eye on you.” She tipped against the side of her nose. “Your big sis can tell when a girl is looking for some booty.” Marcus swallowed hard. Could it be? Me? Her? Suddenly he felt he needed another very cold shower. Janette put her arm (somewhat) around his shoulder. “Don’t worry. This big sis will help you to get laid.” She laughed and walked away waving with her beer bottle goodbye.
The next days were very busy, which Marcus appreciated. Less time to think about hot sex with a woman he only had talked to for about five minutes. New strategies, formations, group tactics and in between Anchor training and helping the team members with their training. A large and very heavy package arrived with a special transport service and everybody wanted to see Marcus in his new armor. After some fitting and adjusting he felt ready for some combat tests. The new armor looked a lot slicker and for some reason he hoped to, just by coincidence, run into Monika.
He was not the only one with new toys. Janette unpacked a giant rifle that looked at least one size to big for her. “50 BMG” she just said and annihilated a target dummy in one shot. With her improved ability she was confident she would not miss under 500 meter, she told Marcus later in private. Russo had been seen swinging his new spear with great zeal and Marcus remembered how deadly this weapon had been in the hand of the ork. He was excited to see it in action in the hands of a Lancer like Russo.
Eventually the brass decided it would be a good thing if the troops socialized a bit more. So a social evening was announced and everybody was asked to appear. The common room, and some rooms next to it were packed and the team hid in a familiar corner playing chess and watching the chaos from the side line. “About now some dick should show up either hitting on Janette in a bad way or trying to stir up trouble by calling us weak.” Marcus said to nobody in particular. Janette sighed “I wish. Then at least something would be happening. But everybody here is far too grown up and disciplined.” It looked like they would enjoy a nice, uneventful evening.
“Hi, Marcus”. Dum dum dum. Marcus turned and Monika suddenly was the only person in the room. She wore a simple green top and dark cloth pants and her hair was in a pony tail. “Hi Monika, you look great.” Marcus’ mouth said before his brain had the time to catch up.
She smiled and introduced herself to the rest of the team who had smiles on their faces that made Marcus want to murder them all. After some small talk it somehow happened that Marcus was walking alone with Monika over the base compound. He did not remember how this happened but he thanked the gods for every single moment.
They talked for a bit and Monika snuggled up to him because it was cold, even with her jacket on. He was talking about ork weapons or something as she closed his mouth with hers. She played around in his hair and for the first time in his life he touched the body of a woman. There should be a word for better than “perfect”. She patiently taught him what to do with his tongue in her mouth and a few minutes later the door to her small room closed behind him.
He was completely nervous and Monika calmed him by whispering into his ear, she knew how to take care of him. They both got topless and Marcus was certain she looked far better than him. Sitting on the bed, he had his arms around her and his face buried in her soft naked chest while she kissed his hair and started to move her hips against his. His body moved between cold and hot and she put him with his back onto the bed and pulled of his pants and shorts. She took the rest of her clothes off by herself but seemed to enjoy Marcus watching with baited breath.
He expected her to move onto him or lie next to him but instead she went further down and claimed total control over Marcus. He never had a chance, and she was relentless until the end.
Still aching from this happiness, Marcus saw Monika moving up on him with a red face. Her soft body pressed against him and she placed her hips on his own. He put his hands onto her hips and she kissed him hungrily. A soft motion started and she accepted him once more.
Her fingers clawed into his chest and her moaning made him deeply happy. He wanted her to feel good. He wanted her, all of her. They continued, more and more until she gasped and bit his shoulder as her body warped with ultimate pleasure and Marcus joined her along the way.
Afterwards, he spent time kissing and gently embracing her body. He gazed at her and wanted to engrave every detail into his mind. She had her eyes closed and a faint smile on her face. Marcus watched her soft breathing, how her chest moved up and down and he kissed the sweat from her beautiful curves. They held onto each other and for a short time neither monoliths nor nightmares existed.
But morning had to come eventually.