It was daunting to look back at this point.
Julian suddenly felt a vibrating sensation crawl up his veins.
Not that he couldn't fight whoever was resting the steel on his neck, it was just, if he acted, even just a move, he would be gone.
But he was shocked.
Wasn't he clothed in a Knight's armour? How? How was it possible that steel was resting on his neck?
'Impossible!'
He couldn't see if it was a sword, but he was feeling steel against his neck.
Julian sighed and then slowly raised his hands up, taking a deep breath as he did so.
If this was a soldier, then he would have to be strategic, and that would mean raising like he had surrendered and:
BOOM!
When he faced back he would strike.
He almost grinned. He wasn't going down easy—that was what he knew. Even though it was over 51 of the Imperium's soldiers at his back waiting to attack him, he wouldn't fear so much. He would literally crush their bones before they got on him.
Gravity powers?
Yeah right, who are they kidding?
But just to be on the safe side, he would raise his hands up and then slowly turn back to see how he would face this enemy.
It could be the large-breasted commander for all he knew.
And so, Julian slowly turned back, his hands still in the air, his movements slow and cautious yet having a brisk motion to it, like someone that would jerk a portion of his body at any given time.
The cold steel was still on his neck and when he was halfway back, he suddenly ducked, shoving off the steel and making himself a spear, driving into the figure which he hadn't even seen.
It seemed like he went through a mountain of pillows because he felt himself driving into something soft, something large and yet small at the same time. Something that was one and then, two at the same time.
Hurijaa's boobs?
He fell on her, his face towards her face, the steel (a sword) on the floor opposite them, mouths facing each other, their breathing tense and hard.
Hurijaa had a horny expression on her face, like she wanted Julian to go on and fuck the hell out of her at this point.
Even Julian was in that mood. He eyed her breast which stood out towards his face, the nipples already pointing forward.
Julian was suddenly hard and…
Boom!
A bomb was coming in their direction.
Had they been spotted? They didn't know.
Julian suddenly caught the hissing sound, his mind well alert. Without even looking back, he gestured his hands to the back and that seemed to do it.
It sent the bomb back to whoever sent it, exploding the spaceship and killing about eleven soldiers.
The empress was biting her lips now but Julian wasn't having any of it.
He sighed and suddenly got off her chest.
"We'll do this later."
The empress seemed to be delighted by his words because she stood up, looking into his face, her cute eyes, a smile on her face.
"So, so…, auahhh, you'll still fuck me?"
That caught Julian off guard—not the words but the way she said it, like she was some pet and he was the master.
It was really shocking.
"Yes?" the empress repeated.
Julian suddenly paused and looked her over. Her appearance had changed completely. She was now in a knight-looking armour, only that this was sexy and exposed most parts of her body.
She was similar to the large-breasted Imperium's commander, only hers was more sexy. It felt like she wasn't even wearing clothes.
Julian, staring at her, was still surprised. She was… very horny. And by horny? She just wanted to fuck.
He wondered if she could even hold it in at that point. It might sound weird because this wasn't what he wanted to do—he wanted to be brutal. But at this point, he guessed he would have to be soft to this empress.
Moreover, his main reason for coming to Seisymy was to gain something, so he might as well fuck the empress if she wants.
"Sure," he said, letting his helmet slide down a bit so she could see him smile.
"Huaahhh!" she said, excited, holding her large breasts and squeezing them.
Julian's smile wasn't because he was going to fuck her, but just out of surprise. Amusing surprise, actually.
But then, he had a question. He touched his neck and saw that he was still in the Knight's armor. That it was still covering his neck.
"How did the sword touch my neck?" he asked the empress.
She smiled and looked at him straight in the eyes, her face like a child. In the midst of all this war, they were actually having a conversation?
"Oh," Hurijaa said, biting her lip a bit. "That's a special sword, one which gives us Seisymyians great advantage when fighting. It's a really cool sword by the way. One which can pierce any sort of being, even if it has the toughest skin or it's in an armor, just like you are."
Julian couldn't take his eyes off her large breasts all the while they talked. It seemed to have enchanted him and he couldn't wait to fuck her already.
She even noticed it and bit her lips.
"Nice," he said. "Could come in handy anytime soon."
Julian quickly looked at the battlefield. The large-breasted commander was fighting, her huge ass swaying as the wind licked on it (forgive my raw explanation but that's just how to explain it).
With every move her large ass made, some soldiers would pause and stare at it. And frankly, that was the reason they all got killed easily.
Swoosh!
With each throat that got slit by her sword, her giant ass had to bounce with this.
Julian, staring at the scenery, couldn't help but conclude that this all was ridiculous.
Why was outer space suddenly so sexy, and every female that didn't come from planet Zyros having large buttocks and heavy breasts?
He hadn't expected it to be normal—at least from what he had read in literature books, the planets ought to be ruled by governors, ones who would be strong and fierce, ones who would be ruthless and… at least make things more serious.
Julian walked over to the sword Hurijaa had earlier pointed to his neck and picked it up. He examined its features, noting that it was made of fine silver skin.
"Your soldiers are losing," Julian said to Hurijaa, "time we go join in the war."
Hurijaa shrugged.
"Not really," she said.
Julian suddenly squinted his eyes and stared at her face, a bit stunned by her words.
What did she mean by not really?
Just then, they heard the large-breasted alien commander ripping some soldiers' heads apart. The one she ripped now made her ass and her breasts bounce the more.
Julian looked at it and nodded his head.
"Quite some ass," he said, handing her the sword. "Let's get fighting. I've got some superpowers, I think, so this shouldn't be that much of a burden for us."
Hurijaa collected the sword and waved it in the air, like she was testing it. And then, looking Julian in the face, she said, almost in a whisper:
"Wait till you see me fight."