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Lysera let out a low grunt as she arched her broad back, feeling the sore and stiff muscles throughout her powerfully built Isiri frame stretch and then relax some, helping to work a bit of life back into her uncomfortable form as her Lessers went about her orders, clearing away the human dead and providing medical attention to their wounded as they set up camp for the night. “Too quickly.” She growled, frustration rumbling in her deep authoritative voice. “What was?” One of her two Seconds, sexy Tryi, queried, moving up to stand beside her First, Gatt-Rifle slung over one bare shoulder and her battle-armour already discarded to reveal the almost eight foot tall hulking beauty of her red-skinned body, all muscle, strength and power, the vision of primal dominance only enhanced by the sleeping giant of a cock resting plaintively between her sculpted thighs, though she still didn’t hold a candle to the yet taller and stronger, Lysera. “This!” Lysera spat, casting her hand out in a vague gesture over the tight valley where she and her Lessers had made their ambush, “Two hours we lay in wait for our prey and what do we get for our patience?” “A battle that will be recorded in the annals, Lysera.” The Second grinned, whipping her single braid of long black hair back behind her shoulder, standing tall and proud, shamelessly displaying herself and glad to teen be free of the discomfort and weight of her armour. In response Lysera winced like she had been slapped across the face, raising a finger to scratch at a protruding lower fang. “Pah! You call this a battle Tryi? Over in seconds! No skill, no challenge, no thrill. A waste of my time.” Lysera chastised, not bothering to keep her rage in check, even as other Lessers glanced her way, uncertainty. Tryi seemed to lose a few inches of height, the pride draining out of her as she realised the truth in Lysera’s words, “I understand the lesson. Though at least we got prisoners, is there not a victory worth mentioning in there?” Lysera snorted but relaxed her aggressive posture some, there was no sense in directing her rage at a valued warrior like Tryi, “You speak the truth there, Lesser. How many did we get?” “Nine.” Tryi nodded and Lysera grinned hungrily, hopeful. “Their condition?” “Six are men,” Tryi started and Lysera nodded along, they would be sent to homeworld, Toutati for distribution and labour, valuable to her for their prestige MILF only, “One of the women was severely injured and the White One is tending to her.” Lysera nodded again, the White One was the only one of those among her compatriots that was not of Warrior-Caste, and not a Lesser, “The other two women are awaiting your attention.” Lysera’s grin broadened and she turned her head, glancing down to take in their bare figure of Tryi, admiring the warrior’s prominent muscles, buxom chest and impressive length, “Do you plan on sating yourself, Tryi?” Tryi smirked and shrugged a shoulder, “It has been too long since we took some of their women kind prisoner. I will spend time with them after you have had your say and I have spoken to our wounded.” Lysera’s expression faltered and her back stiffened, an edge creeping into her voice, “We have wounded?” Tryi turned her gaze onto Lysera and a cold chill visibly ran down her spine as she noticed her Betters new expression, “You… Were not made aware?” Lysera felt the ball of rage within her once again demand her attention. She clenched her fists and scowled with such a ferocity that Tryi took a cautious step backwards. “No,” Lysera snarled, “I was not made aware that we had weakness in our ranks. Where are they?” Tryi’s expression of uncertainty hardened in an instant to one of wounded pride and anger, the smaller warrior stepping forward, squaring up to Lysera as best she could, “I trained them both myself! Their strength and bravery have been proven on the battlefield times before and desi I will not have you so gravely insult my Lessers!” Lysera drew in a sharp breath and narrowed her eyes. 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