Wednesday, April 6, 2016



Across the warehouse, Venatora’s head popped into view. Several of her guardswomen hissed for her to get back under cover. She ignored them.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she said. “Are you the poor soldier who somehow managed to scrape together a hundred grand for a wager?”

“Guilty as charged, my lady,” Sten replied.

“Do you suppose you’re up for another bet?” Venatora asked.

“Depends on the stakes,” Sten said.

“How about your life?” Venatora said.

“Are you offering odds?” Sten asked.

“I might,” Venatora said. “How are your powers of persuasion, Lieutenant?”

“Let’s find out,” Sten said.

And with that, he rose from cover. An AM2 round buzzed past his ear. Sten didn’t flinch.

“Get down,” Mk’wolf,” hissed. “She’ll kill you.”

Instead, Sten stepped from behind the barrier. “Here I am Venatora,” he said. “Come out the rest of the way and we’ll talk.”

He scanned the far corner of the warehouse. Venatora had vanished. He saw a flash of metal. Then a spark. Another AM2 round buzzed by. Then he heard a loud smack. Flesh upon flesh.

A moment later, Venatora moved into view.

Just the sight of her struck him like a hard, breath-robbing blow. Like her guardswomen, Venatora’s attire was minimal. A small, black halter top. Black modesty patch where her thighs joined. Black metal bands circling her wrists and biceps. Her figure was lush, ebony skin glowing in the harsh overhead lights.

There was something so primal about her it was all he could do to keep from rushing over to embrace her.

Almost as if hypnotized, he took a step forward. Then another.

“Sten!” Kilgour barked.

With great difficulty, he stopped.


Venatora watched Sten’s struggle, mildly surprised at her own reaction. She wasn’t displeased that he could resist her. In fact, she felt the thrill of challenge.

She increased her powers. Pheromones flowing from the special glands that were both her gift and her curse. Behind her she heard low moans of lust from her women, who were similarly affected.

Sten took another step forward. Then another. She was almost disappointed at this small victory. Even so, she increased her powers.

Then – to her delight - he stopped. She could tell that it was with great difficulty. But just the same he had the will to defy her siren musk.

She called out: “What do you want, Lieutenant?”

His reply was husky. Voice cracking. “You know.”

She chuckled. “What are you offering?”

Sten shook his head. Helpless to answer. She thrilled when she saw him lift a foot, as if to take another step. To her dismay, he moved back. Just one step.

But that small bit of defiance shook her.

She started to get angry.

“I could kill you,” she said.

“I know,” Sten said.

She increased her powers. Saw him quiver. Knew she almost had him. Then, to her amazement, he took one more step back.

“Wait!” she cried. Her voice a little shaky.

Sten came to halt.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“You know,” he said again.

“To live?”

Sten laughed. It wasn’t a forced laugh. But lusty. From the belly.

“For what I have in mind,” he said, “life would be the minimum requirement.”

Now it was Venatora’s turn to laugh. “You’re expecting a great deal,” she said. “What would I have to gain?”

“Oh, I think you know,” Sten said.

This time the sound of his voice thrilled her. She felt heat in her loins. She steeled herself. How was it that this… this… human… could affect her so?

She grew angry. “You killed my sisters,” she said. “I could never forgive that.”

“They attacked us,” Sten said.

“They were just going to detain you,” Venatora said. “They had strict orders not to harm you.”

“How was I to know?” Sten said. “You should have come yourself.”

Venatora snorted derision. “I suppose you’d let me take you captive.”

Sten shrugged. “We could have discussed it,” he said.

“It’s too late now,” Venatora said. “Three of my people – my sisters - are dead.”

Sten raised a hand, displaying two fingers. “Two,” he said. “Not three.” He paused, then added. “Would it help if I said I regretted those two?”

Venatora didn’t reply.

Sten turned his head. She heard him say, “Bring her out.”

With a start, she saw the lieutenant's heavy worlder friend lead one of her women out. Her heart jumped.

It was Marta, by God!

The sergeant handed Marta over to Sten. She almost fell, but Sten steadied her, bearing her weight.

“She’s hurt,” Sten said. “We gave her medical attention, but she needs more.”

“Bring her to me,” Venatora said.

“Can we meet in the middle?” Sten asked. “If only to please my own people?”

Venatora hesitated, then nodded. “Very well,” she said. “We’ll declare a truce.”

“Truce it is, then,” Sten said. And started moving slowly forward, helping Marta along.

Venatora moved forward to meet him.


As she came closer the atmosphere around her seemed to crackle with the sheer life force that was Venatora.

Sten’s scalp prickled and the hair on the back of his neck rose. He felt feverish, his mouth became dry, his throat thick. He felt drawn to her like a powerful magnet.

The closer she came, the stronger the pull. And he had a sense that the attraction was as great for her. That she was being drawn to him by a mysterious force.

But then, when she was few meters away, she suddenly stopped. Sten almost groaned aloud. He could see that she was shaken as well.

Perspiration trickled down one perfect cheek.

They stood there in silence for a long time.

Finally, Venatora spoke, voice thick. “Who are you?”

“I told you. Sten. Lieutenant Sten.”

“No. Really. Who are you?”

Sten shrugged. He had no other answer.

“One of my fathers said something like this might happen one day,” Venatora said.

“What might happen?”

Venatora motioned, delicate hand indicating the two of them.


Sten wondered what she meant by “one of my fathers.” How many fathers could she have? But he said nothing.

“He said if it did, I should kill you without delay,” Venatora added.

“I’m glad you didn’t take his advice,” Sten said.

Venatora shrugged. “There’s still time,” she said.

Another long silence. Sten could almost see the wheels turning in Venatora’s head.

With great force of will she made her decision.

“I’m here for Marta, she said.”

Sten sighed. “So you are,” he said.

He moved away from Marta, who wavered, then took a step forward. Sten gently pushed at the small of her back. She took another, then another, and then collapsed at Venatora’s feet.

“Here, let me help,” Sten said.

But Venatora raised a hand, stopping him. She signaled and two women ran forward, collected Marta, and carried her away.

Sten and Venatora were alone again. They looked each over. Hungrily.

And then Sten saw resolve firm in Venatora’s eyes.

“Goodbye, Lieutenant Sten,” she said and started away.

“What about next time?” Sten called after her. “What will you do then?”

Venatora paused, looking back at him over shoulder. Sten thought he had never seen a woman so woman so beautiful – so desirable.

“Kill you,” she said.


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