PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 18
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
"The Main Battle Begins"
Having Al pumping his ass was to Ivan as good as a homecoming. He just lay on his belly and savored the full feel of his husband's cock as it slammed in and out of his body with the old familiar force. Al was a bull when it came to making love and Ivan hadn't realized how much he missed having his butt fucked with the full-of-lust-and-fury, full-length-in-and-out, rapid-fire motion that only Al could give him. He only regretted the lack of the familiar bulk of his pillow below his cock to lift his buttocks for him. He had to hold his body slightly elevated and let his lower back do the work instead. But the warm feel of Al's hands clutching his breasts, the hot sting of Al's sweat pouring from his body onto Ivan's back, the ripple that ran completely up Ivan's body with each vigorous thrust of Al's prong into him, it was a comfort and a joy!
Al's hand reached (as usual) for Ivan's cock as his own orgasm approached and as the heavy, calloused paw wrapped around him, Ivan groaned partly in desire and partly in the joy of the familiar touch. When Al's hand palped his cock, Ivan felt tremors of passion dance up his body along his stomach to his brain, teasing his body as they went along, and he moaned, "Oh, Al, that's good, that's so good!"
"Yeah, baby," Al crooned. "I've missed you so much, honey! I've missed fucking this nice, sweet ass of yours."
"Oh, yeah, fuck me harder, stud, fuck me harder! Really shove that cock into me!" Ivan gasped out. "Come on, pump me full of it, I want it all!"
"Oh, yeah, baby!" Al always got turned on by such talk. "Yeah!" And his hand sped up on Ivan's cock and his movements became urgent and bumpy rather than smooth, and Ivan knew his husband was about to climax, and he closed his eyes and told his body to come on, do it now!
As Al's jism pumped into Ivan's body, Ivan's own orgasm assailed his brain and he groaned, jetted hot splats into the dusty ground beneath them, as Al bit at his shoulder, and the joy of the ecstasy and the reunion of their bodies seemed somehow complete with this bite. Ivan groaned as a second orgasm clutched his mind on the heels of the first, though his cock was depleted, his brain rocked still and he continued to reel as his mind delayed and continued the pleasure for him, rising and falling again and again and again...
Ivan felt released finally, though small twitches continued to move his body, while Al lay heavy and damp on top of him. Only when he turned his head to the side and saw the boots did he remember that there were others around him, men to be dealt with and spoken to, and he looked up, face hot, senses drained and barely functioning.
It was Colonel Slayton. "Hello, Ivan." he said. "I see you chose Delta Squad for this little excursion."
"They were the best men for this job." Ivan grinned.
"A little too good. With your men out of uniform, we thought you were the enemy." Colonel Slayton frowned. "You noticed the new weapon we've found."
"Yeah, I, honey, could you let me up now, please?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah." Al said. "Sorry, Colonel." He rolled off Ivan and Ivan sat upright.
"No, I'm sorry for interrupting your reunion, Private." Colonel Slayton smiled. "We got the message from the commlink from your advance scouts, but not in time to stop the first round of fire."
"It was enough." Ivan grimaced. "How are the Delta Squad?"
"I think they'll all be fine." Colonel Slayton said. "I understand that mist can be insidious, though."
"I had nightmares for months afterwards from my last contact." Ivan admitted. "Still do from time to time." With this new dose, he wondered if he was in for more interrupted nights, while Al comforted him. The strong man's gentle, caring nature had come through during those days, and the love had bloomed soon thereafter.
"It never bothered me." Al said. "But I wasn't in it as long as you were back in the Cavern."
"No, you got right back out again, I recall." Ivan said. "Lucky you."
"Wished I could have seen that alien." Al said. "That trip was almost a bust for me."
"Almost?"
"I got you out of it." Al grinned.
Ivan grinned back. "A good consolation prize."
"Uh, ahem, may I ask your plan of attack?" Colonel Slayton said. "We merely intended to hold this pass and prevent anything of value from getting back to Connobar. We meant to supplement your own attack plan of Operation Easter Eggs that way. But our only comm link has a damaged transmitter and we didn't know anything of Operation Omelette but the name."
"We intend to go in and damage their crop of the eggs. Smash it entirely if we can." Ivan admitted. "I hope to avoid destroying the plants, just set them so far back that their attack on our valley becomes worthless to them. I don't want to wipe out the Connobarans."
"Have you thought about the Connobarans doing the same to the valley?" Colonel Slayton asked.
Ivan goggled. He hadn't! The Temple! "We'd better warn the men in the valley to guard the Temple of Children."
Colonel Slayton smiled. "I've already called the ship with the comm link I got from Sergeant Piermont and told them to move the ship to guard the Temple. If the Connobarans attack, they will suffer casualties, though I've told my men to fire warning shots first, give them a chance to back off."
"I hope they'll do so." Ivan said. "There haven't been any deaths in this war so far, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"Agreed." Colonel Slayton said. "But how do we take care of the eggs?"
"We believe the eggs are grown in a facility to the northern end of the Connobaran's valley. With your men to assist, I want to send a force up there to seize that facility and smash the eggs while securing the plants or their seeds. Try to find out if the plant is a perennial or an annual before you smash."
"Yes, sir." Colonel Slayton said.
Ivan realized their respective former ranks. "Sir?"
"You're in command here." Colonel Slayton said. "You know this valley far better than me or any of my men."
"Command has sort of fallen into my lap." Ivan admitted. "But if I have to lead this war, so be it. Colonel, get your men into civilian clothing and send them into the valley, by separate routes if possible, in small groups. We don't want the Connobarans knowing we're here until we can help it. Regroup to the north and hit that facility. Secure the plants or their seeds, then smash the crop. Remember that fertilized eggs are dark-brown in color, and are not to be touched no matter the provocation."
"What about Delta Squad." Colonel Slayton asked.
"I want to use Delta Squad to release the Facilitators." Ivan said. "It was my first objective all along, actually, though I hadn't admitted that to anyone. There'll be a supply of the eggs at the Facilitator building anyway, that I want smashed."
"A good diversion for our own attack, at the worst." Colonel Slayton said. "It'll be two nights at least before we're ready to hit the facility. That's a big valley."
"I'll try to hit the Facilitator building by tomorrow night. It'll be night soon. We'll use the cover of darkness to get into the valley."
The comm link buzzed and Colonel Slayton answered it, put it on speaker so that they all could hear. "Colonel Slayton here."
"Private Stanislaw here." came the response.
"One of my rear-guard scouts." Ivan explained. "Go ahead, Private."
"Good to hear the Colonel again, sir. The Connobarans we attacked are moving out again. They are continuing through the pass through to our valley. We are coming to rejoin you, sir."
"Very good." Ivan said. "See you soon, Private."
"Yes, sir."
"Good men." Ivan said. "I'm glad your ship came here, Colonel. While we wait, let's try to get reports from the guerilla activity in our valley."
"I'll use the call-us signal." Colonel Slayton explained unnecessarily. Ivan knew the call-us, the commlink contacted would, instead of a buzz, give off a vibration that could be shut off by pressing a button. If safe, the contactee could call back.
The reports came in rapidly. The Indian village and at least two other villages were completely taken over by the Connobarans. The Russian village was currently under attack, but holding firm at last report. Guerilla squads had made numerous attacks on small groups of Connobarans, confirmed over a hundred eggs smashed, while fourteen fertilized eggs had been left intact. The Connobaran owners had seemed astonished at this act of consideration by their attackers, and grateful beyond words, to the point where it was believed a whisper campaign of sympathy had begun among the Connobaran force, counter-balanced by the anger of those who had lost eggs in the attacks. Twice, Marines had voluntarily acted as Facilitators for the Connobarans, resulting in even more confusion in the ranks of the enemy. Ivan had to agree that Operation Easter Egg had been "colorful" enough so far. Confusion to the enemy!
As for enemy positions, a large Connobaran force had set up in the central part of the valley, taking over a village Ivan knew as "New America" after the villagers had fled. The Slan had kept neutral so far, as had the Turtle-Men. But a Connobaran force was headed toward the Turtle Village, so Ivan wondered if the Angels would get involved after all. Damn, they'd make good scouts and couriers if they'd join! But the aloof Angels may not care what happened to their human worshippers/servants.
And another Connobaran force was headed for the Temple of Children. Ivan knew the Temple, completely surrounded with thick, high walls, could probably withstand any attack the Connobarans could mount against it, even with the snakes they had used. But he fretted. Did the Connobarans know about the Tree of Children?
With the alien Stepwith on their side, they probably did. Hell, Stepwith may have laid out the attack plan and created the snakes specifically for the Connobaran assault! How did they defeat their all-powerful alien captor?
Ivan did what he could as commander-in-chief. He instructed Marine squads to concentrate on harassing the group heading for the Temple, while keeping enough forces on the rest to distract from that. He suggested that other villages be contacted and encouraged to supplement the guerilla forces engaged against the Connobarans heading for the Temple and elsewhere. And he told the Marines on the ship that, if necessary, shoot to kill.
He sighed. Please, he begged the empty skies, don't make killing necessary. It hasn't been so far. Let this war be the one that ends with no dead on either side. For once in human history, let this be the one!
With so many men to sneak down the paths, his own force wouldn't leave until a few hours before dawn. He went to bed with Al and took comfort in his husband's embrace, lying together in a sleeping bag surrounded by others. Safety but no privacy.
"What happened after the first attack?" Ivan asked. "How did you get away, and how did you end up here?"
"Colonel Slayton saw the attack was failing and decided to rescue what he could. He called the reserve forces together and we beat a hasty retreat through the bushes and up the left flank of the mountain. It was tough slogging but we got down to the pass by early morning and began to look for a defensible point. The pass is pretty damned steep sloped, this was the only point we could find where we could choose whether to be seen or not. After that, we waited. We didn't want to tip our hand on the small forces they've sent through, so we waited for any return groups. First one was yours, and I wished we'd known.
"Where's Lukas?"
"Leading a group gathering more of these round pods we found. They only grow around the vents for the mist."
"They're effective." Ivan said. "I'm scared to go to sleep right now."
Al's response was to hold him tighter. "I'm here, baby." he said. "Think you'll have more of the nightmares?"
"Probably." Ivan said.
"Wish you'd tell me about them." Al complained. "I might be able to help you with them better if I knew what they were about."
Ivan thought about it. He'd held that from Al before, and then the nightmares had diminished to occasional things, easily shaken off, but now....well, he'd had ten years with this man. If he didn't trust Al now, when would he ever. "All right. Hold me."
Al did so and Ivan whispered into his ears. "When I was a child, my father would come home from work often very late. I would sit in his lap and he would hold me and talk to me. No matter how tired he was, he would take that time. Even when I got too big to sit in his lap, we had that time every evening, that was just ours. When I was very little, he would end the time by telling me it was time for bed, and I would pretend to be asleep and he would carry me to my bed, undress me and put in bed and tuck the sheet around me. It was my very favorite time with him."
"I understand."
"And the red mist, it..." Ivan gulped and continued. "It took me back to that time. When the red mist hits me, I see my father towering over me again, calling me 'Sasha' and taking me in his lap. But then it has my father's hands...touch me. I don't like that touch and I fight but he's too big for me, too strong, and...my own father, he, he plays with my cock."
"Darling." Al said.
"And in the Cavern, he took me to bed and he raped me."
"Baby."
"I had to wait until he was asleep and crawl out the door. I felt like a child again, a little child who had been raped by his father. The red mist took my favorite childhood memory and it turned it into something very, very ugly."
"Oh, honey." Al crooned. "No wonder you didn't want to talk about it!"
"Today, with that mist hitting me, my father appeared to me again. I prayed to God today to make him go away. I don't believe in God, yet I prayed today."
Al's hands were warm touches on his body. They gave him courage to continue.
"Then, before it became you, it turned into a prisoner we'd had to interrogate. That poor boy! I'd told the Marines to get the information, and they threatened to rape his lover while making him watch. I think they would have done it if the young man hadn't broken down. We needed the information, so I kept quiet, but still I...I wish there were another way."
"If you know a way, I'll listen." Al said. "War is ugly. That's what makes it something to avoid."
"But we don't avoid it!" Ivan protested. "We retaliate. We increase the scale. We find new weapons better than the old, but just like the old. Even here, where both sides have sworn not to kill, today I gave the order to kill if necessary. We stand ready to destroy both sides' ability to have children. If that happens, what will we have done? How will that be different than the death of Earth? With no children, this planet will die, too."
Al was silent. "Do you know another way?"
"Once we have the Facilitators freed and the egg supply in our hands, I will go myself to negotiate with the Connobaran Council." Ivan took a deep breath. "And if they won't listen to terms and come to an agreement, then as commander of the forces in our valley, I intend to surrender."
"Darling, the men may not take that order."
"First, I will try for an honorable peace. A treaty with the Connobarans whereby we help them have their children but as an independent nation. Maybe those eggs will work for us as well and this treaty can work both ways."
"Do you want to find out?" Al asked. "I kept one intact. For a trophy, for just-in-case, for who-knows? Colonel doesn't know I have it. Only Lukas, who helped me hide it."
"You have one of the eggs?" Ivan said.
"Yes. Ivan, do you want to try to have a child together? Both of us, rather than just yours, or just mine?"
Ivan smiled. "I'd like that very much."
Al rose. "I'll get the egg." He rose and went to his pack, removed the now-familiar ovoid object.
A Marine saw what he was doing. "Hey, Al, you kept an egg?"
"Yep." Al said. "And now my husband and I are going to try it out."
"Does the Colonel know about this?" the Marine asked doubtfully.
"Nope. And he's already gone, so don't bother trying to tell him."
"Oh, I wouldn't tell him. But you have me damned curious. You two mind spectators?"
"On this planet? You can watch any time you want. But you can't join in this one time."
"I may want to keep one of those eggs myself if it works."
"You and every other man on this planet." Ivan said. "If this works, it'll change the very nature of the war. Maybe for the better, but definitely a change."
Others had overheard, were gathering. Ivan's ability to shoot his load in public was getting an acid test. And the mist was light this high up from the valleys.
They placed the egg on the sleeping bag, and Ivan and Al got on either side of it. "We'll need to shoot it together." Ivan warned Al. "The effect only lasts a very short time."
Al began to whomp his meat. "I'll give you all the warning I can. You do the same."
Ivan stroked his own cock. "At least I know how to turn you on, my husband."
"Yeah." Al said. "So I'll just keep myself hot and you tell me when to start the main action."
Ivan pumped his cock hard. Despite his cheerful assurances, Al tended to be quick about his orgasms. But on this planet, self-masturbation was nearly a lost art, unnecessary.
He felt a body push up behind him. Startled, he looked to see Sergeant Piermont kneeling behind him. "You just think happy thoughts, sir." Piermont said as he took Ivan's cock in his hand. "I'll do the work."
Ivan saw Corrigan and Perez kneel by Al. Perez took over Al's cock while Corrigan grabbed Al's nipples in his two big hands and kneaded them roughly. Ivan saw Wilson scoot down behind Al and Al grimaced from what was undoubtedly Wilson's tongue in his ass.
Piermont kissed Ivan's ear and whispered. "Anything else you need, sir?"
Ivan felt Piermont's erection pressing from behind through Piermont's clothing and he said, "Go right ahead, Sergeant."
Piermont kept up the pounding on Ivan's cock with one hand while the other fished his fly open. Ivan felt moisture pouring and knew some other Marine was lubing up the sergeant.
Al whined, "Ah, come on, who's back there licking my butt! Damn, that's good!"
"Got to keep you primed and ready for it." Corrigan said. Ivan watched as the three Marines worked his husband over with their hands, and Ivan watched Al's hands reach down to find Corrigan's and Perez's cock and work them.
"Hey, Captain, if Al can't manage to shoot his wad, can I do it for you instead?"
"Hey, just a minute." Al said.
Ivan grinned. He didn't know why it was fun to watch his husband being annoyed, but he had to say, "Sure, Perez, you be ready to chip in if he can't make it."
"I can make it." Al gasped. "Problem's going to be waiting for you."
Ivan gasped as Piermont's cock entered him from behind. "That's not going to be a problem, dear. I just got inspired."
Piermont's hand sped up and Ivan gasped, "Oh, Al, get ready, dear! You'd better shoot that big chunky wad of your jism right now! Come on, give it to me! Give it to me! Right now! Oh, oh, oh!" Ivan's face flushed heavily, he was sure, from the massive heat it gave off as his orgasm climbed his spine. His whole body was rocked from Piermont's thrusts into his ass as the big Marine sergeant humped his butt while keeping him upright, and his other hand left off fondling Ivan's tit, reached around to hold him tight against Piermont's chest while Ivan's body bucked and thrashed.
Ivan grimaced, managed to choke out, "Right now!" while he exploded with his ejaculation. His first wad went high, splattering his husband and Piermont quickly lowered his pud to let the rest fall on the egg, holding still, still imbedded inside Ivan's ass, to help him aim better.
Al groaned, Perez's hand sped into a blur and Al's jism shot out to join Ivan's on the egg, Ivan seeing with dim, unfocused eyes the characteristic sparkle envelop the egg.
Ivan gasped, looked down at the egg. Would it darken when the sparkles stopped?
Piermont began to fuck Ivan's ass again as the sparkles died. Ivan leaned forward and looked down at the egg. Was it darkening? In the dim light around them, it was hard to see.
A light played over it, someone using a flashlight. Ivan blinked in the glare, looked down at the egg again. Darker? Yes, definitely.
It took a moment longer, but turned the deep brown hue.
They could use the eggs themselves. How would this affect the war?
And what would Ivan do now with his newly-formed son? He looked over at Al, who was regarding the egg in awe. "Well, dear." Ivan said. "We're going to be a father. Both of us."
Al looked up and Ivan saw tears in his eyes. "Yeah. Not a clone this time. Our son. Ours!"
And the big Marine lowered his head and cried.
END OF CHAPTER 18