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Isiri were not very maternal creatures, not holding as much care for family and blood relations as the humans apparently did, but these had belonged to her mother, a great warrior of her time and someone who had through action, not blood, won Lysera’s respect. Next came two earrings and several smaller rings of the same pale blue colour favoured by the Isiri, they had all belonged to Lysera’s former Better, a First who had herself taught Lysera much of what she now taught to others. But she had grown old and stubborn and Lysera regretted what she had inevitably been forced to do, but as she clipped the rings into her Hardcore intricately braided hair she found solace that it had been the honourable thing to do. Last she pulled out a spiked Isiri shoulder pad and, uniquely a fingerless glove of human make. The former she had been wearing when she had won her first victory as Warrior-Caste, the latter had belonged to a high ranking human officer she had bested on the field and remained a trophy worth bearing to this day. The final item in the chest, a sword of pale blue that she had forged for herself, she left behind. As much as she wanted to wield it in the coming hunt, she had promised that honour to Aezera’s Lancer. When she stepped from the tent, unaware of how much time had passed, she found Aezera sat outside on the ground, still bound in her tight uncomfortable plated armour, waiting casually with her Lancer lain across her lap. She rose when she saw Lysera and a broad grin settled on her face, “Sometimes I forget just how in your prime you are, Lysera.” Aezera spoke, her eyes moving slowly up her Betters form, lingering here and there for moments at a time to drink in the sight, “You are ready?” Lysera let out a low grunt of acknowledgement, “I am. Though I think you’ll find I’m not yet in my prime.” She let a small smile touch her lips then, “Wait until I return with a broodmare worthy of a hundred Isiri daughters thrown over my shoulder.” Aezera let out a laugh and nodded once in concession, holding out her Lancer, a double-bladed spear, each end a duel tip of the same pale blue material that was now interwoven throughout Lysera’s outfit, “I look forward to seeing that, Better. Is there anything you would like done in your stead?” Lysera thought for a moment before answering, remembering the cowardice that the curiously built redhead had shown, “Take a turn with the red-haired one's ass, I want to be able to fuck her myself should the urge arise.” “As you say, Lysera.” Aezera said formally, though Lysera could sense her eagerness, teen “And be wary of the sands.” Lysera nodded once, accepting her advice and the two traded a strong warriors grip before parting ways, Aezera going to see to the running of the camp, Lysera letting her bare feet carry her towards the site of their ambush. She walked with purpose, feeling the sand blowing around her ankles as she retread her steps, finding the blind from where they had launched their ambush on the unsuspecting unit of marines. They had been, as the red-haired one had said, scouting masseuse out a potential colony site, but their dropship had been picked up by the Isiri’s NCS sensor network and the nearest contestable force, Lysera’s, dispatched. As she stepped down to the road on which the humans had travelled she became extremely cautious with the placement of her feet, careful not to scuff any of the multiple tracks that crisscrossed the area as she started to look around, just in case they turned out to be relevant. The going was difficult at first since many of the original tracks had been disturbed in the aftermath as wounded and dead humans both had been dragged clear, but it didn’t take long until she came across what she was hoping to find, Isiri blood. Despite how little Isiri blood lay on the battlefield compared to what had been spilt from their foe, her sense of smell and keen eyes had helped to find a distinctive too-deep crimson streak soaked into the sand and partially covered. She recognised the pattern the droplets had left as being from a particularly strong bladed slash, Cut-cheek, she thought. As she stared at the sand around the blood, taking in each indentations size, shape and location, the picture massage of what had happened began to form in her mind's eye. She identified and followed the actions of a set of boot prints, walk, walk, pause, kneel, twist, shell casings, jump back, drop weapon, Isiri footprints, blood. The marine had knelt likely the instant the order to charge had been given and had discharged a burst of fire. Counting the shell casings Lysera could blowjob see how little she had managed to get off before she had been rushed by cut-cheek. The other part of her was in heaven: finally living her most intimate fantasy, loving the bondage-humiliation, Hardcore and thrilled by the exhibitionism. A third generation of teen Clinton Ellistons. Finally, I was brought the White House. 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