Survivor- World of Monsters 2

by Michael Brightburn

  Mirabelle dropped them, then looked up shyly, her face reddening. “Oh. Thanks. Yours are nice too.”

  Eliza rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to give me a compliment just because I gave you one. I know my boobs are nothing special.”

  Cal disagreed, but Mirabelle voiced this before he could. “Your boobs are awesome. They’re so perky.”

  “You should play truth or dare again,” Cal joked.

  Mirabelle and Eliza looked at him, Imogen watching on disinterestedly—or at least feigning it—as Rufus continued to amuse himself with his stick, oblivious to the humans’ flirtations.

  To Cal’s surprise Eliza said, “Okay.” She looked at Mirabelle, who nodded and shrugged.

  “Sure. Why not?”

  Then they both looked at him.

  “Uhh,” he said, his mouth hanging open. “Okay… Truth or dare?”

  “Dare,” they both said in unison.

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  After pinching himself at his good fortune to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, he said, “I dare you to feel each other’s boobs—breasts,” he corrected, trying to seem more mature.

  They both smiled and without a word moved together, reaching out and grabbing each other’s boobs, making fake moans of pleasure.

  “Oh Cal,” Eliza said in mock ecstasy, “come join us. Show us what you can do with that big rod of yours.”

  Mirabelle giggled. “Yeah Cal, come show us.”

  “You’re both asses.” He ignored their mocking of him and focused on cleaning the day’s grime from himself.

  But even with his attention no longer on them, they didn’t pull away, and their teasing slowly morphed into something else as their smiles faded and their passion grew, and their hands started wandering past each other’s breasts, exploring each other’s nude bodies.

  Cal’s erection had faded, but now at noticing this, noticing just how much they actually were enjoying each other, it came raging back.

  He glanced over at Imogen, caught her looking at his cock.

  When she noticed she was being watched, she met his eyes and glared at him. “What?” she finally said.

  He shook his head, his erection pulsing.

  Then his gaze was drawn back to the two girls as—and he couldn’t believe this was happening—they began to make out without being dared to.

  He almost had to sit on his hands. Instead he leaned back on them, enjoying the show, his cock literally throbbing visibly.

  Their bodies were pressed together, their naked breasts squished pleasingly between them.

  They were using tongue.

  Cal groaned quietly at seeing this.

  Then—to his astonishment—Eliza slipped her hand between Mirabelle’s legs. She flicked her eyes over to him, smiled when she saw he was watching, still kissing Mirabelle, and turned and pulled her body slightly away, pushing Mirabelle’s thighs open so he had a better view as she began rubbing Mirabelle’s bare pussy.

  Mirabelle gasped, then moaned loudly, her legs shaking as Eliza pressed her finger inside.

  Cal could no longer help himself, and began stroking his cock. From the corner of his vision, he could see Imogen watching, but he didn’t mind at all.

  Eliza slowly moved her finger in and out of Mirabelle’s pussy as they continued making out, Mirabelle grabbing Eliza’s firm butt, moving her hands over her, unable to get enough of the other woman.

  Then Eliza pulled away, smiled, and took a breathless Mirabelle’s hand and led her over to the bank, Cal finding himself following them out of the water.

  “Sit,” she told her, and Mirabelle obeyed.

  Eliza looked up at him standing over the two of them, making sure he was watching, then reached down and pushed apart Mirabelle’s knees. “Keep those legs nice and spread.”

  Mirabelle moaned, but let her legs fall open wide.

  Cal got to his knees so he had a closer view of her pussy.

  She glanced at him and bit her lip, watching him stroke his cock, then slid her hand down to her pussy, rubbed her clit.

  “Uh-uh,” Eliza scolded, getting to her own knees and yanking Mirabelle’s hand away. “That’s my job.”

  Then she moved deliberately so that as she bent over and placed her mouth on Mirabelle’s sex, her own was displayed for Cal, just inches from his hard cock.

  Cal saw that Imogen had gotten out of the water as well and now sat watching, bottom lip pinched between her teeth, hand resting just above her soft, blonde pubic hair, fingers gently and slowly stroking her lower abs.

  “Oh God,” Mirabelle gasped as Eliza sucked on her clit, then pushed her tongue inside her soaking pussy.

  Cal’s cock throbbed, yearning to feel that wetness, that heat. And he was so close to Eliza’s bare, slick pussy, her lips tight and pink and swollen with arousal. He would have already pushed inside if it had been Mirabelle.

  He reached out with the hand not stroking himself, ran it over Eliza’s lower back, testing.

  She shivered and moaned in pleasure, reached up for one of Mirabelle’s large, full tits and squeezed it hard.

  Mirabelle let her head fall back, letting out a loud moan of pleasure, then looked over at him. She flicked her eyes down to his cock, over to Eliza’s butt.

  She couldn’t see her pussy, but it was obvious how close his cock was to it.

  She met his eyes again. They were begging.

  He ran his fingers down to Eliza’s firm ass, gave it a gentle spank.

  She moaned again, and then even louder as he trailed his fingers over her perfect, slick pussy.

  She was so wet that it was dripping from her.

  He switched hands, rubbing her wetness onto his cock.

  Then, eyes locked onto Mirabelle, he pressed his cock against Eliza’s opening.

  He slid inside her easily and she went weak, stopping eating out Mirabelle to gasp and turn her head to look at him.

  “Good?” he asked with a grin.

  “Oh Jesus yes.”

  He slid all the way in, slowly, but deep as he could go, pressing himself against her, grabbing her hips.

  She moaned again, louder. “Yes!”

  He began moving inside her, her lips tight around his cock.

  Mirabelle took her head, guided it back to her pussy, which Eliza eagerly began eating again.

  Cal saw Imogen had moved slightly. She was now facing the trio, her legs open. Not spread wide, but wide enough to give him a view of her pussy. And it was clear this was intentional.

  She still had her hand just above it, stroking her pubic bone, but not—yet—truly touching herself.

  He sped up even more, loving the sound of their bodies slapping together, the ripples traveling through Eliza’s firm, muscular ass.

  Keeping one hand on her hip, he moved his other under her body to feel her pert tits.

  He squeezed, feeling the pleasure build inside of him. He wanted to come right now, right inside of her, but he made himself wait.

  Wait until Mirabelle orgasmed.

  Which she was very clearly close to doing.

  She was pressing her pussy up against Eliza’s mouth now as Cal pressed into Eliza’s pussy.

  He spanked her again, harder this time, and she suddenly convulsed, once again unable to continue eating out Mirabelle.

  He squeezed her hips, stopped moving, tried to control his breathing so he didn’t come. He was so close now, and her tight, hot pussy spasming in orgasm around his cock was pushing him ever closer.

  If he moved at all, pulled out even, he would come.

  He looked around for Rufus as a distraction, found him gnawing on a piece of wood, still completely unconcerned with what the humans were doing.

  When the immediate danger of coming passed, he looked back to the women.

  Eliza was licking Mirabelle’s pussy now, slow, cat-like licks as Mirabelle trailed her fingers over Eliza’s cheek and neck, watching as the other woman went down on her.

  He looked to Imogen, found her staring at h
im. She was finally touching herself.

  He grinned at her and she tried to glare back at him, but couldn’t hold it, and soon her expression devolved into one of absolute bliss as, with a sigh of pleasure and relief, she finally sunk her fingers into her own pussy.

  This once again brought Cal close to the edge.

  But so was Mirabelle, bucking against Eliza now.

  He realized he’d stopped moving, that it was Eliza who was doing all the work, moving her hips up and down, back and forth, working his cock, urging it toward orgasm.

  But he would wait, he would hold back.

  He ran his hands over the lithe woman’s body, relishing the feel of her, both inside and out, watching as she brought Mirabelle closer and closer to climax.

  Mirabelle’s breathing grew ragged and shallow and finally she looked at Cal. “Come with me!” she begged breathlessly.

  He grunted and clenched his teeth, the orgasm building. He tried to hold back. “I—”

  Then, seeing the effect her words had on him, she bucked and came.

  Cal tried to pull out, but Eliza swiftly reached one hand back and grabbed his thigh, pulling him into her.

  He groaned as he finally orgasmed, spilling himself inside Eliza, his cock throbbing as he shot his seed into her.

  He fell forward onto her back, his head near hers, watching as she continued to lick Mirabelle through her orgasm.

  Eliza orgasmed again, her own pulsing coming after his, squeezing out just a bit more of his seed.

  He panted, watching as her tongue slowed, staring at Mirabelle’s glistening pussy as it visibly spasmed, Mirabelle rendered mute at the intense orgasm still running through her, prolonged by Eliza’s continued licking.

  A moan from ahead of them and he flicked his eyes up to see Imogen, thighs squeezed together around her hand, two fingers clearly inside her pussy, thumb eagerly rubbing her clit. Her eyes were closed as she came, mouth open in an expression of debilitating bliss.

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  Afterward they lay together, naked, staring up at the sky, quiet, the only sounds that of the water flowing slowly by, their breathing, and Rufus’s ceaseless gnawing of his “toy”.

  “Wow,” Mirabelle finally said.

  “Yeah,” Eliza agreed.

  Mirabelle broke out in giggles. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  “You regret it?” Eliza asked teasingly.

  Mirabelle shook her head vehemently. “No, not at all. It was wonderful.”

  “Was I good?” Eliza asked her.

  “Oh my God yes.”

  “Better than Cal?”

  Mirabelle blushed, but not with embarrassment. “Uh…”

  “I’m just kidding. I know it’s different. I like girls too, but there’s no replacement for a man’s hard cock.”

  Mirabelle bit her lip, and Cal felt himself stirring to life again.

  “Speaking of,” Eliza said, sitting up and sliding her hand down to Cal’s groin, taking hold of him. She looked at Imogen, who was lying near them, but apart. Not together, not touching, like the three of them were. “Do you want a go?”

  “With him?” Imogen asked.

  “Or me. Or her.” She grinned at Imogen and ran the hand not holding Cal’s cock over Mirabelle’s stomach, down to her pussy, then back up to caress one of her heavy breasts.

  “I…”

  Cal stared at her, fully hard again from both Eliza’s hand and the idea of being inside of Imogen.

  But her expression changed, and she looked past him. Was she embarrassed? It didn’t seem like—

  A low rumble that made his gut turn drew his attention, and he saw Rufus up now, stick forgotten, growling at something in the trees behind him.

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  Cal leapt to his feet, the others close behind.

  “What is it?” Mirabelle asked, hand across her breasts, suddenly bashful.

  Cal scanned the trees, wondering what it was that Rufus saw. Another monster that had gotten away? Like the two they’d found dead?

  Or maybe what had killed it.

  There was a whizzing sound and something smacked into the side of Cal’s head, bounced off, and hit Mirabelle hard enough to cause her to drop.

  “Back to base!” he shouted, clutching his head as blood poured through his fingers. That was no monster that had thrown it.

  Then he saw them. The alien natives had come for them after all. They were coming out from the cover of the trees as they realized the humans were naked and unarmed.

  The only thing that held them back was Rufus. They eyed him warily while he stood his ground, rumbling at them.

  They held spears and one of the males was loading another rock into a sling.

  Idiot, Cal thought. He hadn’t brought any weapons with him down here to the stream. He was at least relieved to see that there were still only nine of the natives, that if there were more of them on this planet, they hadn’t gone and gotten them.

  “She won’t wake up,” Eliza said, crouching by Mirabelle and trying to get her up.

  “I’ve got her. Both of you go!” he told Eliza and Imogen.

  They took off, Eliza stopping to call Rufus.

  “Go!” Cal ordered her as he scooped up Mirabelle. She was unconscious, but alive still, her eyes fluttering.

  He glanced at the natives, saw one of them swinging his sling above his head. Cal started to think there was no way he could be hit, that they were too far away, but then the blood dripping into his eye reminded him otherwise and he followed Imogen and Eliza up the steep rear path, slipping repeatedly, almost falling off the edge.

  Calm down, he told himself. Rushing wouldn’t help. Move quickly but calmly.

  Something slammed into his back, hard, taking his breath away with the force of it.

  But he kept running.

  At the top Imogen ran inside, but Eliza turned, urging him on, then calling down to Rufus when he passed her.

  “Shut the gate!” he ordered.

  But she didn’t, waiting for Rufus.

  He cursed and set Mirabelle down, then went to shut the gate himself.

  “No!” she said, pushing him away. “He’s almost here.”

  “Eliza—” he began, but she was right, Rufus had finally listened and was now running up the path. The alien natives had followed him to the bottom, but no farther.

  They weren’t attempting to ascend the path. They were just standing there, watching. Calm, unhurried. Staring up at the humans.

  And it made the hair on the back of Cal’s neck stand on end.

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  “Fuck,” Imogen said, kneeling by Mirabelle.

  “Is she—” Cal began, wiping blood from his eye.

  “Unconscious.”

  “I—”

  A spear landed right in their midst.

  Cal swore. “Get her by the palisade!”

  They all moved near it as more spears and rocks rained down, the widely spaced net doing nothing to stop them.

  They had the high ground, but their archer was out.

  “I don’t understand how they found us,” Eliza said, back pressed against the wall as she hugged Rufus to her, keeping him from moving away and possibly getting hit.

  “It doesn’t matter now,” Imogen said. “They did, and we have to deal with them.”

  Cal agreed, wiping more blood away from his eye. He wished the wound would stop bleeding. He prodded around the area. His skull felt solid, at least. Just a flesh wound, then. And possibly yet another concussion.

  Unfortunately they had prepared for monsters, not smart humanoid aliens. But while the net wouldn’t be much good, the weapons they had would.

  If only they could get to them without getting impaled or concussed.

  “We need to get that armor on,” Cal told the others.

  “I only have one set completed,” Eliza informed him.

  “Better than none. And we need those weapons.” Keeping low, Cal crept along the palisade to the gate, peeking through one of
the holes they’d made for stabbing spears through.

  “What are they doing?” Eliza asked from her position against the palisade.

  “Swinging more rocks at us. That’s a good idea. Don’t take much to make, practically unlimited ammo…” He looked over at the two conscious women. “Why didn’t either of you think of it?”

  Eliza rolled her eyes. “Really? Now?”

  Cal grinned at her, then jolted back as something slammed into the gate.

  A rock.

  “Huh,” he chuckled. “Their aim isn’t the best.”

  Then several rocks fell into the base, some hitting as far in as the tree.

  “If we stay here long enough and they’re at all intelligent, they will eventually adjust their aim to hit us even against this,” Imogen pointed out.

  “We could hide in the tree and wait them out,” Cal said. “We do have the high ground and something of a fortress. There’s more of them, yeah, but not enough for them to storm us and take it.”

  “You sure about that? What do we really know about them? They aren’t human. For all we know they’re toying with us right now, and they could knock down this gate with ease. Maybe they’re playing with their food.”

  Cal’s stomach turned, and he peeked through the hole again at the aliens to see what they were up to.

  Loading more rocks.

  At least they’d stopped throwing spears.

  But he saw they had more, so perhaps they were just saving them.

  Yes, they were smart. And Imogen was right. They couldn’t just stay here. They had to do something.

  An idea came to him as he looked toward the front gate, thinking of escape. “Can we flank them?”

  Imogen studied him with a look of distaste.

  “What? That a bad idea?”

  She sighed. “No. It’s a good one. I should have thought of it.”

  “That’s why you have me.” He hooked a thumb at his chest. “Genius, remember?”

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  Cal lay flat on the edge of the hilltop, peering over as Eliza and Imogen crept around toward the front. The path was rocky and uneven, sharp boulders dotting the landscape, foliage growing in areas not occupied by the rocks, and it was hard for them to not make noise through the low growth and rocky ground.