C41 R18 Battle Hymns And Lullabies

She pushed me onto the bed, her laughter a soft, teasing melody that blended with the distant thump of bass.

I caught her by the waist, flipping her around and pressing her against the bed's edge. She arched her back, her pink tentacle like hair spilling over her shoulders as I moved in behind her.

The rush was immediate, intense, the world outside the room fell away, leaving just the two of us locked in a rhythm that matched the beat of the music.

Her body responded eagerly, matching my pace as I drove into her, my hands gripping her hips with a desperate need.

Her moans were muffled against the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets as we moved together, each thrust a release of pent-up frustration and the constant weight of command.

For a moment, the galaxy could have burned, and I wouldn't have noticed. It was just me and her, and the sensation of being alive, truly alive, for the first time after a while.

The line between reality and pleasure blurred, my muscles straining, her gasps urging me on as we lost ourselves in each other.

I pushed harder, faster, my breath ragged and uneven, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.

She reached back, her fingers digging into my forearm, her nails leaving marks that I wouldn't feel ever again.

There was something feral in the way she responded, meeting each thrust with a desperate intensity that matched my own.

I closed my eyes, the sensation building as I felt the tight coil of tension snap, a release that was as much mental as it was physical.

Her body shuddered, a soft cry escaping her lips as she followed me over the edge, the last vestiges of restraint falling away in a wave of heat and satisfaction.

I collapsed over her, the weight of the moment and the exhaustion of the night settling in, our breaths mingling in the heavy air.

We stayed like that for a while, tangled together in the dim light, the aftershocks of our release still thrumming through us.

It was messy, imperfect, and exactly what I needed a reminder that there was more to life than just fighting.

She turned her head, meeting my gaze with a lazy smile, her fingers tracing light patterns on my arm.

"Not bad for a human,"

She teased, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down my spine.

I smirked, brushing a strand of her pink tentacle hair from her face.

"Not bad for a woman."

She laughed softly, the sound fading as she settled against me, her presence a comforting warmth in the stillness of the room.

For now, the universe could wait. I had nowhere else to be, nothing else to prove. Just this moment, fleeting as it was, was enough.

...

Finally, after fully venting ourselves we found ourselves back in the booth, surrounded by empty bottles and half-eaten plates of food.

The women had settled in, some leaning against us, others half-asleep on the plush seats, their presence a comforting weight.

We were all dead ass drunk and spent, a pleasant numbness spreading through our limbs, a welcome contrast to the constant alertness we gotten used to.

"Well this was wild"

Airid said, his head resting on the shoulder of a stunning xeno hybrid with feathers for hair.

"Feels like a damn dream."

"Hey, if it's a dream, don't wake me,"

Julian muttered, his eyes half-closed as he nursed another drink.

"This… this is the good stuff, man. This is what keeps us dudes going."

Darius leaned forward, his eyes scanning the room, a rare moment of quiet contemplation settling over him.

"Yeah. We fight, we bleed, but nights like this? They remind us we're still human. Or close enough."

Paul, his arm draped lazily over one of the xeno twins, raised his glass in a mock toast.

"To being almost human, and to not giving a damn about the difference."

We all laughed, clinking glasses and bottles, the sound ringing out over the fading music. For that brief, beautiful moment, we were more than just warriors of fortune, more than killers. We were alive, and we were together, and that was all that mattered.

"Alright, boys,"

I said, setting my empty glass down and standing up, feeling the pleasant weight of the night's excess settle in my bones.

"We've got another day ahead of us, and I'd rather not face it with half of us passed out on the dance floor."

Julian groaned but nodded, slowly untangling himself from his company.

"Yeah, yeah. You're the boss. But I'm getting breakfast delivered to my bunk. Ain't no way I'm making it to the kitchen today."

"Same here,"

Darius added, hauling Paul up from his seat.

"Come on, big guy. Let's get you back before you try to buy the whole bar."

Paul, still grinning, stumbled along, leaning on Darius for support.

"You know me, Darius. Go big or go home."

After paying for everything which left us with a couple of pennies In our pockets we made our way out of The Nebula's Embrace, the cool night air regulated by the citadels AI hitting us like a welcome shock.

The streets or more correct to say very big corridors were quieter now, most of the nightlife starting to wind down.

The neon lights still flickered, casting strange shadows on the empty sidewalks. We walked in a loose formation, our steps slightly unsteady but our spirits high.

As we passed by the various stalls and vendors still hawking their wares, I felt a strange sense of contentment settle over me.

This space station, with its noise and its vices, had become a kind of home, a place where we could be ourselves, away from the expectations and the constant threat of death.

"Think we'll ever find something better than this?"

Robert asked, his voice thoughtful as he gazed at the artificial holographic skyline, the artificial stars barely visible against the neon haze.

I shrugged, glancing up at the glowing signs and the distant silhouettes of ships coming and going from the docks.

"Who knows? Maybe. But until then… we've got each other. And that's good enough for me."

"Damn right,"

Airid agreed, keeping pace with his electric wheelchair.

"Let's get back, crash hard, and do it all again next time."

We walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Our corvette Invicta loomed ahead, its towering structure a familiar sight among us as we stepped inside, I couldn't help but feel a pang of something, a longing for more nights like this, more chances to feel alive.

But for now, it was enough. We'd rest, we'd heal, and when the time came, we'd fight again. Because that's what the Iron Fenrirs did. We lived, we fought, and we made damn sure to enjoy the moments in between.

And as we walked off to our rooms, the echoes of music and laughter still ringing in my ears, I knew one thing for sure: no matter what challenges lay ahead, we'd face them together, with a drink in one hand and a weapon in the other and a cigar between our lips.

Because that's who we were, we were the baddest and biggest motherf*ckers the galaxy would ever see a true so called barbarians that gave the xenos nightmares because of our Ingraved Instincts to wage wars and perform genocides on our own race, and no matter how many battles we fought, that was never going to change.

...

62 days later galactic calendar 2200.12.06.

I sipped my coffee, feeling the familiar warmth spread through me, the bitter taste a comfort in the cold, sterile glow of Invictas' bridge.