by K. A Knight
The Damned (Their Champion Companion Novel).
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to places, events or real people are entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2021 K.A. Knight, all rights reserved.
Written by K.A. Knight: Edited By Jess from Elemental Editing and Proofreading.
Formatted by Kaila Duff.
Contents
The Nations’ Laws
1. No Pants Club
2. Cock Rings and Tampons
3. Dance Party, Bitches
4. My Baby
5. Disappearing Act
6. Vegetarian
7. Cannibal Party
8. Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker
9. Sick Bitch
10. Beast Bros
11. I’m Like Mould, Baby
12. Walking Is Hard
13. Gladiator Style
14. Ride, Bitches, Ride
15. Time to Go
16. Prettiest Princess
17. #WomanCrushWasteland
18. Yellow Brick Road
19. Love Shack, Baby
20. Cowboys
21. I’ve Got a Bad Feeling, Babe
22. Mine Madness
23. The Man on the Cliff
24. Plant Your Tree
25. Miners’ Hell
26. Stranger’s Eyes
27. Stranger
28. The Bench on the Cliff
29. Blast From the Past
30. The Ghost of a Mother
31. Learn to Love Again
32. New and Old
33. The Dick Cure
34. Not so Beast
35. The Shadow and the Princess
36. Our Love is Like a Condom
37. Goodbye, Finally
38. Hump and Run
39. Big Dicked Assassin
40. Helping Hand
41. LoveShack—er, Reptile-Shack
42. Forever?
43. Celebration Nation
44. Soulmates
45. Oops!
Epilogue
About the Author
Also By K.A Knight
No one will ever be truly Forgotten when there are those who love you still living.
And not all who wander are Lost.
To be Damned isn’t always a bad thing…
No Eating People: No Raping
YOU KEEP WHAT YOU KILL
NO SLAVERY
NO TORTURE
DON’T LIKE IT? GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE NORTH.
THE QUEEN OF THE WASTELAND, TAZANNA WORTH
ENFORCED BY HER GENERAL, PIPER (WHO RULES!)
The sun hasn’t even risen, yet I am awake, sitting on the steps of the building in The Ring by myself, preparing for what is to come. I know Archel is hovering somewhere behind and above me, stalking me like my shadow always does. The rest of my men are still asleep. Evan is snoring away, Clay is fighting in his dreams, and Jago is dozing. The latter briefly watched me as I readied to leave, but once he saw Archel come after me, he went back to sleep.
All of us are aware that we don’t know when we will be able to rest next.
Why is that thought so exciting?
I’ve loved being here with Worth, seeing her heal and reign, but I’m getting antsy, getting bored. I want to get back out there. My men and I are not the type to sit still and live idly. We need the fight. We need the open road. Worth saw that and gave me the opportunity for adventure. I can’t thank her enough.
We have been at The Ring since the war ended over a week ago…which is still strange to think about. It hasn’t been long since I was still Pip, the sheltered girl from Paradise. Now I’m a pascha, a general, a leader, and I fought and won a war with some incredible warriors behind a queen I would die for.
Everything she does is for someone else, for The Wastes and its people. They protect us to make us better, to give us a home and safety. That was only proven when she took a blade to stop The Cities. When I saw her fall…
I had been with my men, fighting back-to-back. Jago was ripping through their masses with Clay alongside him, roaring in their faces. They fought like animals, while Clay tossed bombs every now and again. Evan stayed with me with his knives as I protected him as best as I could. Even though he’s not a warrior like Jago and Clay or even me, he held his own. He killed, he protected me. Archel, of course, never left my back, but whenever I looked at the bodies piled at his feet, he had more than anyone else.
My shadow assassin.
We moved across the land as one, killing as many as we could. We knew we might die, we knew what we were sacrificing, but it was worth it. I would do it again to be where we are now.
With a home, with a future for our land, and freedom.
But Worth… Worth almost paid the ultimate price.
Both armies stopped when we saw her fall. We waited with our hearts in our throats as her men sprinted to her, but we didn’t know if it would be too late. Luckily, Evan was on the ball. What he lacks in fighting skills, he makes up for in medical knowledge. He didn’t panic once, and he was at her side in a moment, dragging her back to life.
When we got back to The Ring, he nursed her and brought her through an infection and even more injuries without a complaint… Well, okay, without much complaining. That’s why I left him sleeping—he’s exhausted. He didn’t sleep for two days as he looked after those injured from the war, going from amputations and surgeries to setting broken bones and covering lost eyes. After that, he went to check on our queen, and then he would do it all over again.
So I need to let him rest. I also need to remember to tell and show him how proud I am of him. He acted with such grace and strength under pressure, and without him, I have no doubt our queen would be dead. She knows that too. They are friends, after all, and I’ve seen her thank him more than once.
In her own way of course.
But she’s well enough to let us go now, to send us on our first mission to get more supplies for the injured and those who will be injured in the future. We are going right into the cannibal heartland. It sends both fear and exhilaration through me. All night, my men and I looked over maps with comments from locals and those who know the path. It seems no one goes near the hospital due to eaters, but that’s our destination.
We planned our route carefully, each having duties to fulfil before the journey. Jago sorted out supplies, Evan organised medical and food provisions, Clay and I handled weapons, and Archel procured the bikes.
Now we are ready to go.
Ready to ride into our future.
“Princess,” Archel murmurs, the sound almost whispered on the wind as I turn my head to try and see him. He blends into the shadows cast by the moon until he steps forward. His blond hair glistens under the moonlight, and those blue eyes lock me in place just like they did the first time I ever met him. He still takes my breath away, still makes my heart race. I know if he didn’t want me to, I wouldn’t be able to see him. My shadow is the best assassin in The Wastes, but he’s also my shadow, my love, the man who danced with me, helped me heal, and taught me to survive.
No one else knows him like I do, and no one ever will.
“Hmm?” I ask, distracted by my own thoughts.
Here I am, the pascha. I’m a leader with people looking to me for guidance, and once I sent The Lost and Forgotten home, that pressure lessened but didn’t disappear. At least out on the road, that weight will disperse until I’m just me.
Just Piper.
“It’s going to be sunrise in about an hour,” he informs me. “Do you want to get ready?”
I nod. “Right, don’t want to be caught with our pants down,” I teas
e as I climb to my feet and take his outstretched hand.
He smirks at me and drags his eyes down my body. “Uh, Princess, you’re not wearing pants, remember? You said, and I quote, ‘they were too restricting, pants are the work of the devil. And not the good devil with the parties and sins and orgies, but a real, evil kind of devil.’”
I look down with a grin. “I’m not wrong though. This is why I’m the leader—I’m smart like that. I would ban pants in my cults.”
“You mean clans?”
“Nope, I mean cults. The Cult of Piper, worshippers of the great and mighty. We would have hymns about penises and big men, even one for a Disney princess for Jago. We would get trashed, and being awesome would be an entry question,” I ramble as we head inside, hand in hand.
We are staying in the rooms on the bottom floor, and that is where we head now. It’s split with a hole in the wall, making a window into the other room where we pushed three beds together. My men are still asleep, apart from Jago, who is sharpening his blade at the table. He nods at Archel when we come in, and I blow him a kiss as I walk through the other room to the en suite.
I push open the door and step into the dirty bathroom. The place where the mirror once hung is dark and empty, and since the light doesn’t work, we have lanterns placed around the room. The toilet doesn’t flush, so we have a bowl of water to make it happen, and to the left is a walk-in shower, which is the reason I chose these rooms. The shower works, and it even gets hot every now and again.
I strip off my shirt—which belongs to Jago and is so long, it might as well be a dress that allowed for a nice breeze on my lady parts because…no pants, am I right?—then turn on the shower. I carefully step over the lip where the glass screen clearly used to be.
A groan has me looking over my shoulder. I didn’t even hear Archel come in, but he’s there, leaning against the doorframe as he watches me. His eyes run down my body and begin to smoulder. That look alone makes me shiver and stand taller. He sees me as beautiful, desirable, so much so, he struggles to stay away from me. Even with my scars, even after all that has happened to me, he still wants me.
“Always, Princess,” he murmurs. I blink, clearly I said that out loud. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him. “Would you like me to show you? I gladly will, again and again, for the rest of our lives.”
“Is that right?” I grin, turning and stepping into the lukewarm spray. Ducking my head, I slick my hair back with my hands and wash my face before I meet his eyes. He watches me with his intense, all-consuming gaze. To others, he’s a killer, an untouchable shadow. To me, he’s the man who brought me coffee because he knew I missed it, who gave me his shirt when he left so I could smell him and feel safe.
He gave me the room and support I needed to heal, and although healing is not a straight line and sometimes I struggle, he is always there in that darkness with me. Not with a light, but with a hand. He endures it with me.
“Going to just stand and stare?” I tease. “Is my poor little shadow unsure where to start? Want me to explain? See, these are boobs, fun bags, tits, milk jugs—” I giggle as he rips off his shirt and shucks his pants before storming into the shower after me. A moment later, he wraps his lips around my nipple and his hands cup my ass, yanking me closer as water flows over us.
I grip his hair with a groan as he flicks, nips, and licks my nipple before releasing the tight bud from his mouth. “What were you saying, Princess? Feel free to continue,” he teases before turning his head and sucking my other nipple into his mouth.
The pleasure from his lips arcs down, creating a line directly to my clit, which starts throbbing, begging for his attention like a needy bitch. My pussy basically runs a fan club now and is also my shadow’s biggest supporter, especially for his magical dick, which makes me see stars.
I would worship at his cult altar. The Cult of Cock. I would drink from a cock-shaped goblet and sing songs of his penis. Never mind Cult of Piper, it’s all about the dick cult. We could have ball cushions and penis—
“Piper,” he says as he laughs, pressing his head against my chest. “You know you’re saying that all out loud, right?”
Blinking, I peer down at him. “Really? Huh, what do you think though? Would you join?”
“The Cult of Cock?” He grins. “Or just a cult specifically for my cock?”
“Both.” I shrug.
Leaning up, he presses his lips to mine, silencing my constantly rambling thoughts and mouth. I groan and press my body against his as he backs me into the wall, propping his hand next to my head to pin me in place. His thick, hard cock presses against my stomach, making my pussy quiver at the thought of what’s to come.
He pulls away, leaving me panting with desire. “Only if you’re the only member,” he murmurs.
“Boy, you better get busy with your member after that kiss,” I mutter.
“This member?” he teases, reaching between us and sliding his fingers along my pussy.
“Yeah, that,” I breathe.
He hooks his hand around my leg and pulls it up, wrapping it around his hip. I press my lips to his. No more talking. I need him, and he needs me. We have a very unsure path before us. We don’t know what will happen tomorrow or a year from now, so we have to live in every moment, and when the end comes, we won’t have any regrets.
His fingers trace up my inner thigh, making me moan against his lips as he swallows the sound and presses closer. His talented fingers find my center and stroke down my already wet pussy before dipping inside me. With sure, strong strokes, he starts to fuck me with them. No holding back, no teasing. We don’t have time for that.
His thumb rubs my clit as he brings me higher and higher to that place of pleasure. My body trembles as I bite his lips, letting him take all my noises. He presses his thumb to my clit, holding it there as his fingers curl and rub along my walls. Archel wrenches my pleasure from me, not allowing me to get there but forcing it.
I love it. I love how easily he makes me weak. How easily I tumble over that edge, crying out into his mouth as my pussy clamps around his fingers in release. He fucks me through it, not even letting me breathe or come down from the high. I rip my mouth away, turning my head to suck in desperate breaths as his lips trail down my neck.
Kissing, licking, biting.
“Princess, I want to taste you, to spend the next hour licking your pussy,” he growls out.
“But we don’t have time,” I reply on a moan. “Stupid time. Instead, you will have to dick me real good.”
His shoulders shake in laughter, even as he pulls his fingers from my channel. He pulls back, keeping his eyes on me, and sucks them clean with a groan. “That will have to do, though I will never get used to how fucking amazing you taste.”
“Dick. Now,” I snap.
His hands dart out, and I flinch, so he slows his movements. We share a look in which he silently asks if I’m okay, and I nod. Those fingers, which were just inside me, wrap around both thighs and lift me. His hard cock presses against my pussy, so I wiggle, trying to get him inside me, but he grips me tighter, holding me still, just on the edge of him being inside me. I narrow my eyes, and he smirks before pushing my back against the wall, balancing me as his right hand grabs his cock. He drags it back and forth along my pussy, bumping my clit before notching the tip at my hole and gliding back again.
“You cunty bitch. I swear if you don’t—fuck me in the ass!” I yell as he slams inside of me in one smooth move.
He smirks. “Maybe later. I want your pussy too much right now.”
Crossing my ankles at the base of his spine and using the wall, I start to ride him, and soon, we find a rhythm. Our breaths join before us, our slick bodies moving together. The water is cold now, flowing over our overheated skin.
He groans my name, the sound sending a spike through my heart as love explodes within me. “Love you,” I pant as I press my face against his shoulder, trying to hold off the next orgasm I feel building.
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nbsp; I want to stay in this moment forever, just us together in our slice of heaven. His grip tightens on my thigh, and his thrusts speed up until he’s slamming me against the wall. His thick, long cock fills me again and again, each stroke pushing me higher and higher.
“Love you too, Princess,” he grinds out, biting my shoulder for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters, and the fact he’s struggling to hold off is what sends me over the edge, knowing how weak and helpless I make him.
“Princess,” he yells as I scratch my nails down his back and explode around him, dragging him after me. He grunts, his hips stilling as he comes, and we stand there breathing heavily, our bodies locked together. Raising my head, I pull back and kiss his lips.
“What would I do without you, my shadow?” I murmur.
“You will never have to find out,” he vows.
A knock comes at the door. “Hurry the fuck up. I want to shower. Stop distracting her with your penis,” Evan yells, making both of us snigger.
We hear Clay then. “Leave Pascha to it, she has needs,” he rumbles. His dark, deep voice still has an unused quality to it.
“Uh-huh, like the need to get drunk, strip off, and try to run through the camp?” Evan laughs as they move away. It’s nice they are getting on. There have been a few times where they have butted heads, mainly Jago and Evvie, but other than that, we are getting along well.