He who fights monsters

Nothing ever happened on Thiidian.

Specialist Teller kept his head down, eyes forward, his indifference was the perfect camouflage as always. Same as every other day. Only it wasn't. First, he'd gotten pushed around by some devil dog with a bug up her ass, then found out the devil dog was right and they'd stumbled onto a real life conspiracy, and now he spent each passing day looking over his shoulder waiting for the hammer to drop. It didn't help that there was a yawning chasm in his gut since he'd basically abandoned Carter. He hadn't wanted to. He'd told himself when he was seeking her out, that it was so they could both work the problem together, only talking about it, seeing that fear in someone else's eyes had proven too much. Teller wasn't a hero, he knew that, he was just a stupid kid who'd joined the Navy to make his moms proud for once.

Even that hadn't worked out.

Reminiscence about his melancholy past was in interrupted by Agnetti storming into the Command Center. He looked furious. Teller tried not to get caught staring. He didn't know what the man was up to, but it had to be really, really bad. Not like the smuggling rings, they all heard about skimming equipment for the black market, more like treason. Teller swallowed, head down, eyes forward, no hero.

"Wake up, Captain!" Agnetti growled at the snoozing Valero. Captain Naptime, some people called him around base, Teller wasn't one of them, he understood how the misery of Thiidian could seep into a man. Naptime struggled to his feet.

"Sorry, sir. Just resting my eyes." Valero had the balls to actually yawn. Agnetti wasn't amused, his eyes bulged, he actually grabbed the man by the collar.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you have any self respect? A sense of honor? Don't you care about your duty!" He shoved him back and turned to the rest of them, all eyes on him now. "Don't any of you care?"

No one said a word. Teller's ten siblings back on the farm seemed far far away now. A sense of honor even farther. He felt drained, tired. What was honor going to do? This planet was a cold bitch. The Alliance brass colder still. Exceptional or egregious, no one was leaving, not to a sunny posting at Tanuda II or to do a nickle at the disciplinary barracks on Tet, this whole world was indifferent to their very existence. And what was the point of doing good or even doing bad, if it changed nothing? Better to do nothing. Better to forget however you could. They were frozen in a sea of irrelevance their lives passing them by. And no one was going change that. Not even Agnetti in all his rage.

"There's been a break in at the armory. Sergeant Carter was involved. Her mother, was in my personal custody, in a secure area. We have multiple intruders on base." Agnetti turned back to the Captain, eyes hard and raging. There was a man who wasn't going to let this planet take him without a fight. It was almost admirable. "Get me two squads, full battle rattle."

Not good. Eyes forward, always forward.

A hero would have tried to warn Carter somehow. Whatever happened it wouldn't be that bad. It couldn't be. Not here. He repeated it like a prayer now.

Nothing ever happened on Thiidian.

Katerina led them back into the lab area; her rumbling stomach the least of her concerns. Just off the side of the yawning cube of the lab was a smaller box, all the doors welded shut, living quarters for the staff. Hopefully none of them had been inside when it was sealed. She turned to her nephew, he'd been struggling in walk back from tunnel three; his heavy breath and pained moans followed her back the entire way.

"Adam, could you?" She indicated the sealed door figuring he might be able to pry it open with the electroblade he still carried. Instead her hulking nephew simply grabbed steel handle and pulled. The metal shrieking and tearing as the weld's popped. Incredible... and terrifying. "Thank you." She tried to keep her voice neutral.

"Would you go find us some food? I'm going to the medcenter for a moment." Adam nodded. And they went their separate ways. In truth that's all she wanted. A little bit of space to think. He hadn't said anything at all on the walk back, but she'd felt his hot gaze raking her body as they walked. Any girl old enough to curl her hair would know exactly what he was thinking. No copper smell, could he control it somehow? And if he could, why was Kat still so achingly wet. She doubled back, tiptoeing toward the sound of his heavy footfalls. She followed him all the way to the mess hall. It was empty, clean like the rest of what she'd seen so far. A peaceful evacuation, then not a bloodbath. Kat practically burned to check the data she'd downloaded to her pad hours ago.

Another door popped and tore open, Kat peeked around the doorframe to see her nephew carrying armloads of freeze dried 'food' out of a sealed pantry. He tore into the packaged, binging like an animal. Was that he was now. How much of her nephew remained, without that nanotech device to keep him normal. Keep him human. She'd seen the way he'd defeated the Typhon, it had been glorious and frightening, he moved almost faster than the eye could see, seemingly anticipating his opponent's every move and striking with savage ferocity. It hadn't been human. But the way he'd hugged them all afterward; giant full arm squeezes that crushed the breath from your lungs. That was how he hugged her at his father's funeral, and every time since, like he was afraid to let go, like each hug might be the last he ever gave. That was pure Adam Carter.

Only, now there was something else in there with those crushing hugs, behind those noble eyes. Something dark, something hungry. A Typhon had infected him. Changed him in ways it would take years of testing and research to fully understand. In truth, Kat didn't even know much about Typhon biology. She griped her pad, hopefully that changed after today. There had to be a way to help him. And she did want to help him. Even if he didn't like the methods she used to do it. Kat slipped away down the hall, stumbling upon the medcenter almost by accident.

It was well stocked, Venix didn't care about wasted credits. Or wasted lives, from what she'd read. She found a low grade scanner, bandages and some anti-biotics. From what Sam had told her, they were going to be in a lot of trouble on the surface, maybe even running for their lives, a few field supplies to patch up their wounds would help a lot. Kat had just shoved them into a bag when something else in the cooling unit caught her eye. Halycon-9? Some kind of anti viral, there were only a few doses left, probably a herpes outbreak, an isolated compound like this, STDs spread like wildfire with every fucking every else, usually out of sheer boredom. Talk about incestuous....

Kat looked further down. K-54, that was a powerful sedative. It had been used on Kaga lizards for years, before it became available for micro-doses for public consumption. What she help in her hand was enough to kill four men, the single use plunger argued otherwise. Kat hadn't even realized she was drifting towards the door with the syrette in hand until she bounced off a wall. No. Not a wall. Adam, standing in the door way with a handful of food packets. His eyes following her every move.

"I brought you some food." Adam's voice was like a low rumble, and her nethers vibrated in response. He looked down at her hands. Kat froze, hopefully he didn't have too much experience with pharmaceuticals.

"Is that for me?" Kat swallowed.

"Its just a sedative-

"I know what it is. Miss Fox and I..." Something painful passed behind his eyes. "We used to run stolen lots of it all over the Rim." His gaze hardened. "Were you going to use that on me?"

"Adam, I need to know if what you found on Gorgo was the same as what we found here."

"What does that matter?" Her nephew growled, there was no nobility in his gaze now, just mounting suspicion.

"Please, Adam. Was it a Typhon? Did a Typhon attack you? Did it infect you somehow? Is that why you have mycovirus in your blood?" Kat's words rushed out in a glut, only she wished she could take the last question back.

"I thought you said you didn't have any results back." He sounded genuinely hurt, but also angry, and he was so, so big. Women were the equal of every man, but not in size, Kat admitted. And being trapped alone with an angry one was always a fear in some deeper part of every woman's mind.

"Why didn't you tell me, Aunt Kat?" Adam demanded.

"I don't feel safe around you." There was a long pause after that.

"Maybe you shouldn't." His hands were moving now. Kat struck as fast as she could, she slammed the quick release K54 into her nephew, and watched the **** surge into him.

They both just stared at the needle sticking out of his chest. The shock of it, the sheer bizarrity almost made it funny. Adam looked down, farther, past the need to his hands. Kat followed his eyes down seeing the gun he still held by the barrel, grip pointed towards her. Kat realized to her horror that she'd made a mistake, Adam had been trying to give her his revolver. Just trying to put her at ease.

"Adam-

And then he was on her. Growling in her ear as he tore her clothes apart, her shirt was shredded, her bra stretched then exploded, giant tits bouncing free, nipples already hard despite or perhaps even because of her fear. Her pants followed right after, despite her frantic attempts to pry him off her, she was stripped to her panties, a rather sheer, purple thong in less than ten seconds. Adam pushed her to her knees, looming over her, face a visage of rage and lust.

"You promised to help me." It sounded like a question, only Kat was panting so hard she couldn't even think, much less reply. "You're gonna help me feel better, Aunt Kat. Just like you did the other night."

Kat finally found her voice "No Adam. Please. Just let me go."

Adam grabbed a handful of hair and yanked down hard. Owwwww. He dragged that epic member she'd never quite been able to **** out of her head, out of his pants and dropped it in her face.

"You know what to do." He told her coldly.

"If I do this, it will help you?" Kat stared at the monster in front of her, she wasn't even sure she could do this. Her tits may have been oversized, but her mouth wasn't and she had a feeling, Adam wouldn't be satisfied with 'just the tip'.

"Oh its gonna help me all right. I can't even think right now, I want you so bad. Now. Suck. My. Cock." he commanded.

Kat wasn't a stranger to fellatio, she'd paid her dues at the beginning of her career like most young women had to. She found a little effort and attention to detail could make an unpleasant task over a whole lot quicker.

She took him by the hand and laid back on a nearby medical cot, making sure he knelt above her. Men liked the feeling of power, of dominance, the sense of worship they got when a woman sucked their dick and she played the part perfectly. Kat squeezed her breasts together and leaned in to suckle at the fat head of her nephews penis. So far so good, she looked up at him, giving him the big eyes. Her mouth already straining wide to take just that much.

"Are you sorry for what you did, Katerina?" She realized she'd told him to call her that...before. She hummed now, and sent her tongue in wide wrapping circles as she bobbed on his pole, dancing across the sensitive head. She nodded, mouth never leaving his shaft, odd, most men would have blown it early by now. Kat reached one hand out to cup her nephews heavy sack, massaging his balls, imagining the warm gravy he spew all over her soon.

Only he didn't no matter what she tried. Kat jerked the base of his shaft, played with her nipples, she even got on her knees and titty fucked him for a minute, but Adam stubbornly refused to cum. His confident smile a poker face, hiding any trace of effect she might be having on him.

"Let me help you make it up to me." Adam said firmly, then once again wound his hand into her hair and began to push her down, he pushed until the crown of his head started to make her gag, the shoved it deeper, forcing her to take it into her throat. Her jaw ached, every wrinkle and vein scraped across her overstuffed mouth as he **** himself deeper and deeper; her nephew's cock was impossibly big. She choked and screamed around his cock as her airway was blocked, until finally her nose was mashed against his abdomen and she had taken him all. Kat didn't even have time to process the sheer volume of what she had taken in, before Adam began to facefuck her.

It started slow, pulling back inch by inch from her burning throat, her **** gasp for air only made Adam's smile deepen. The bastard was loving this! She barely got the cock out of her throat before he started forcing it back down, faster this time. Kat tried to put up a hand to stop him, tried to retake control, but he ignored her like a lion ignores a mouse. His strong hand pumping for all she was worth driving her up and down on that long shaft. No art. No technique or seduction. He was using her. For a woman who'd taken control of all but one of her sexual encounters, it was a humiliating lesson in power. And strangely arousing.

Up and down, up and down. Kat couldn't think, her entire world had closed in to just her mouth, in the distance she thought she felt Adam's hands groping her breasts, cupping and squeezing the nipples, pinching them hard and then soothing them back down. 'God, you have even better boobs than Cindi', he might have said. Kat couldn't be sure of anything anymore. And then the pumping stopped, Kat's mouth straining at the base of her beloved nephews cock, she opened her eyes and stared up at him, sense of self slowly returning.

Adam had a satisfied smile as he looked down at her. She had done well, pleased him. Thank god. Was it over then? Something that felt oddly like disappointment trickled down her spine. Only, why was Adam's hand still firmly on the top of her head. Had he cum and she just not noticed it? Kat tried to pull back but her nephew pressed her back down. Her lungs began to burn from lack of air. She tapped him gently on the stomach, to let him know she couldn't breathe. Adam simply smiled down at her, eyes intent. Knowing.

Kat grew frantic as her vision started to dim. She pleaded with her eyes, tapping tapping insistently. Adam just watched her. She panicked, screamed against his cock, bit down as much as she could with her distended jaw, she thrashed and slapped, trying anything to escape as the world closed in and blackness threatened to overtake her vision. Was this how she was going to die, **** on Adam's cock?

She was just beginning to convulse when she heard it. Adam groaned, and then his cocked swelled still larger, threatening to dislocate her jaw as the first thick rope of cum shot straight into her stomach. Kat squeezed her eyes closed and tried to ride it out, pulse after endless pulse of hot sludge poured down her stomach, filling her like hot soup, before he pulled back and flooded her mouth, then she felt the last few shots arcing across her face. Marking her as his.

Spots dancing before her eyes, Kat choked and spewed the load down her chin as she gasped for air. She dropped to her side. She was dimly aware of her nephews hands cleaning the muck off her face and chin, his cock still terrifyingly erect. She wouldn't survive another round like that.

Adam gently wiped the cum off his Aunt's face, her tiny gasps and shudders only deepening his feelings of guilt and self-loathing. His cock stubbornly refused to go down though. If only he could have done things differently. He'd lost control again, like with Cindi. He'd been clinging to a thread the entire walk back to the lab, eating had helped, only when he went to bring his Aunt some food and she'd attacked him, if drove his higher thinking back and his base instincts had taken what they wanted.

Smell her.

Adam could. Whatever protests she'd made, however far- too far -Adam had taken things, there was no denying Katerina was gushing through her little purple panties. Why did she even bother with those? She might as well be naked, those thick cheeks jiggled with every twitch as his Aunt came down from what he'd done to her. Adam **** the beast back down. He had to control this. He had too.

He found laid a blanket over her and raced off to find some fresh clothes, from the nearby living quarters. When he came back she was sitting up, her expression unknowable.

"I'm sorry, Katerina- I mean, Aunt Kat." Odd, how the latter felt inappropriate, like someone going for a ride on a horse, insisting with was called a 'sawhorse' instead. She stared at him, drinking in his form with her dark eyes. She had really pretty eyes, he realized, dark and stormy hazel, mischievous more often than not, wary and near to tears now. She jumped up when she saw him, uncaring of her near nakedness and pulled him into a hug.

"Me too, Adam. Me too." She fit so nicely, head gently tucked beneath his chin, like a puzzle piece plugged perfectly into place. "I'm so sorry. I don't blame you. I don't blame you. That injection- I could have killed you-

"No, I lost control, I don't want to hurt you I just-

Kat silenced him with a kiss. Adam thought it was meant to be on the cheek, but they were both moving around so much it just connected. Adam tried to pull back in surprise, but his Aunt clung to him like a tick whispering apologies between each kiss.

"I'm sorry." She said as gave him a peck.

"I'm sorry." She repeated when her tongue slipped in to tangle with his own.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as she gazed at him through lidded eyes, just after biting his lower lip.

The room stank of copper now. Adam had been trying to hold it in, and it had worked... up until he came, then it had rolled off him like waves.

"Aunt Kat." He **** himself to say the name even as the wrongness rolled off his tongue. "Its the pheromones. The BB, its dead." He tapped his chest, ignoring her needful look. When Adam took her, it would be something they both wanted, he vowed.

"Yes of course. The pheromones." She said distantly, still cupping his cheek.

She seemed to come to her senses after that. And not a moment too soon, they needed to get up to the surface and find the girls. After dressing and packing up her bundle of supplies, the two of them didn't say much as they wandered the tunnels, searching for a way back to the elevator. And Adam found it annoying how his hand kept trying to reach out and hold her own. By the time they reached the antechamber, Adam was sure the girls would be long gone, but they weren't.

In fact they were waiting for them. On their knees, hands bound behind their backs and faces bloodied once again; surrounded by dozens of Agnetti's soldiers with loaded rifles pointed at their heads. Adam and Kat shared a look of wordless understanding. There were trapped down here and Agnetti had already captured the Cindi and Sam, this was it; the end of the line. Adam reached out and took his Aunt's hand. She gave him a comforting squeeze in return, as they stepped forward and surrendered.