by Corin Cain
I remember back to the first time – when Stryker put me over his lap and turned my bottom red for endangering his triad and nearly getting them all killed.
I need that – right now. I need to stop thinking. I need to lose myself, to give up all control and simply exist as a woman. It’s an escape, and it’s one that I need more than anything right now.
Seeing Stryker so serious and grim earlier, his face a mask of barely-restrained violence, somehow turns me on more than when he’s at peace.
I want him to explode on me with rage – to work out his feelings of anger on the canvas of my body. I need him to fully and utterly take me, and claim me as his.
Visions of fire and bloodshed are suddenly filling my mind, and I need an escape from them. I need to lose myself in Stryker’s strength and power.
I stand in my chair and lean over, to gently kiss Stryker on the cheek. He doesn’t move. I bring my mouth to his ear instead, kissing his earlobe.
“Make me yours,” I murmur in his ear, and then he stands, towering over me.
“You are already mine, my sweet,” Stryker growls, his voice nearly cracking with strain. I suddenly realize he is bearing the burden of the battle before it’s even fought – his thoughts concentrating on the bloodshed he knows awaits us all.
“Show me,” I whisper, running my hands across his chiseled abs. Stryker’s cock surges, thick and hard – his body instinctively responding to my submission.
His hands suddenly move with inhuman speed, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder. I’m wearing the same skirt I came to the planet with, washed every few days in the stream, and nothing underneath. He pulls my skirt up, exposing my bottom to his triad, and brings his huge palm down hard on my fleshy bottom.
“You are mine, for eternity,” he growls, spanking me again.
The delicious pain is a perfect escape. Nothing else matters but the heat growing on my ass and between my legs. For this moment, thoughts of fire and death are pushed back as life and lust fills my mind instead.
Stryker brings his huge hand down again and again across my ass, and instead of feeling humiliated or ashamed the pain only makes me want him more.
My pussy tingles for this man, and no matter how badly it hurts I just want more.
“I will defeat the beast for your honor, and your belly will swell with my child!”
Stryker’s voice is a roar, as he spanks me again – the crack of flesh on flesh filling the cavern. Tears come to my eyes – not just from the pain of his harsh discipline, but from imagining the beautiful future that hangs so precariously in the balance.
Of having sons for these three men – of having the future I always dreamed of, even before I’d dreamed it. The love and acceptance I thought I’d never have.
All my life I’ve wanted children. All my life I’ve ached to be a mother of my own flesh and blood.
Now we must risk everything for the chance to make that happen.
Stryker eventually pulls me down, so that my legs are wrapped around his broad torso. He kisses me deeply, his passion inflaming me. I feel a presence behind me, and I know it’s Haleon. My other lover plants gentle kisses on the back of my neck, running his hands against my red, hot bottom and soothing me.
With one hand, Stryker reaches down and tugs his loincloth lower. His huge dick surges up, pressing against my wet, desperate slit. He impales me on his cock in one powerful motion, and I gasp as I’m filled completely.
Haleon toys with my bottom, pressing his thick, wet finger against my asshole and past the resistance of my tight ring. Stryker’s mouth is so hungry for mine, kissing me with a passion unmatched by anything I’ve experienced; even with these three.
I know it’s because we all fear we may never kiss each other again – that our bodies may be burned and turned to ash, and that we may be taken by the wind and separated for all eternity.
Haleon removes his finger from my ass, and though it’s a shameful desire, I feel empty already. My eyes roll back as his huge thick cockhead presses against my asshole instead, so slick with his Aurelian pre-cum that my tight ring offers no resistance against this rock-hard intruder.
Together, front and rear, they fuck me in hard, powerful thrusts.
Then Stryker and Haleon squat, lowering me to the ground, and Stryker lays back against the stone floor of the cavern, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.
Haleon kneels behind me, still rutting me, his cock surging as he fucks my ass.
Brigg then stands, his cock standing straight out. I gasp, aching for it. My lips are the perfect height for him to enter my mouth, and I let him – hungry for his cock.
Brigg’s pre-cum tastes so right - and finally I am filled by all three of the men I love.
I try to moan out in the intense pleasure, but I can only gag around Brigg’s huge dick as spit and cum drools down my chin.
Nothing matters in this moment except us.
They fuck me as one, their minds merging in the Bond and taking me like their lives depended on it.
In some ways, they do.
Haleon reaches around me, pinching my nipples hard as he growls in my ear, his huge dick stretching my ass to the very limit.
Stryker, meanwhile, reaches up and grips my hips – forcing me down onto his massive dick. His thrusts are so hard that they almost hurt, as he fills me deeper than anything I ever thought I could take.
I cum hard, my orgasm rippling over my body and making every muscle twitch as my pussy contracts, milking Stryker’s dick.
Yet, he isn’t even close to being finished. The three of them are still rock-hard, and they fuck me harder and harder, causing my orgasm to continue, flowing into a second. I can’t stop as golden pleasure washes over me again and again, and I almost black out from the intensity of the sensation. I want to scream out their names – but I’m gagged by Brigg’s huge dick as they ravish me.
Finally, when I can hardly think from the pleasure, the three men finally cum all at once, and I am in heaven once more as they flood my holes with their seed, perhaps for the last time.
I lay there in the afterglow of orgasm, held by their bodies, and all I want is for this moment to last forever. Tomorrow, though, we’ll be in the northern lands – to meet the destiny I’ve been working towards for thirty years.
25
Aubrey
“I once fought a northern tribesman. Unarmed combat. He was tough. It was a draw. They’ll not suffer intrusions on their land lightly.”
I speak in a hushed voice, even though we’re still safe in our cave. When we first left Ripper and the caverns of the main tribe, we deliberately chose to live at the northern border of our tribe’s territory. Up north, there are fewer animals to hunt and more animals that try to hunt you – but that’s the kind of challenge that appealed to us.
Further north, though, those challenges become even more extreme. It’s led to the northern tribesman being thinner, leaner, and even more prone to violence than our tribe.
As day breaks, the four of us set off north at a quick pace, all of us wanting to cover as much ground as possible. The waiting is the worst part. The anticipation of battle with the dragon is a dull tendril of horror deep in our minds. I can feel the auras of Brigg and Stryker in the back of my mind. We all have the same resolute emptiness before a battle for our lives.The air changes as we go north. Nearer to our home, it’s hot, wet and humid. The farther north we travel, the more acrid the air becomes, the ground going from wet-packed earth to scorched dirt and rock.
It becomes more sparse, too – and I wish there was more cover as we travel further. But the open, dirt plains work in our favor. Other predators can’t stalk or hide from us any more than we can from them.
The only real danger comes from above – but to the best of our knowledge and experience, the dragon doesn’t like to hunt early in the morning.
Although not too long ago, the dragon didn’t like to hunt in the late day, either. It could change its habits once
again today.
As we travel further north, we’re eventually challenged by a triad of northern tribesmen.
“Halt!” Yells the first, brandishing an Orb-Spear. We don’t draw our weapons, though it puts us at a disadvantage if these lean, wiry Aurelians decide to attack.
“We are of the Scorp-Blood tribe. We seek safe passage through your lands,” announces Stryker.
The leader of the northern tribesmen wields a long, thin Orb-Blade. “For what reason? You southerners are soft. There is nothing up north for you except fire and death.”
They think of us as soft, just as we think of the valley tribesmen south of us as soft.
“We come to slay the beast that terrorizes you,” Brigg declares, drawing himself up to his full, towering height.
Their leader laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Many have tried, and many have died. Your Scorp-Blood tribe has chosen to hide and cower thus far. Why have you three taken up the challenge?”
Aubrey pipes up. “The Orb-God spoke to me and told me that we must.”
Her voice is calm despite the tightness of the skin around her eyes – betraying her fear to my blood-brothers and I, but not to the other Aurelians.
The leader of the northern Aurelians gives her a long, slow look, then puts away his weapon in unison with his men.
“I tell you for your own sake: Turn back. We’ve already lost twenty-four men, twelve women, and two children to the dragon. We’re not friends of yours, but we’ll take no pleasure in seeing your numbers added to the count. Especially not her.”
He points to Aubrey.
“Women are a sacred force, and you three should be ashamed for bringing your mate into such danger.”
Aubrey shakes her head. “I can bear no children – not until we bring the head of the dragon to the Orb-God.”
The leader nods. “Ah! And for this, you risk everything?” He draws in a deep breath, considering. Understanding fills his eyes, for he too would risk everything for an heir. “That is honorable, at least. We have nothing to spare you, but we will grant you safe passage. If you return with the head of the dragon, I will personally write a ballad in your honor. We wish you only luck.”
We walk past the tribesman, and they watch us leave with a quiet respect. The northern triad stand like wiry statues as we stride out of sight.
“That went better than expected,” Brigg admits, trying to look on the bright side.
Yet it’s hard to think optimistically when the volcano – where the dragon lives – starts looming up ahead of us. Now that we are close enough to see it, I realize it’s not shrouded by clouds, but choking smoke.
I can only imagine the sound of the dragon roaring down upon us, and the scream I’d hear before those talons gripped my shoulders and pulled me up to a plummeting death.
Aubrey said that the dragon did not even eat the Aurelian she saw it snatch, but dropped him from a great height. I can barely imagine the horror of those last seconds, as the warrior flailed before hitting the ground like a sack of wet flesh.
I turn. The northern tribe are still there, watching us carefully, ensuring we go on our way. They wish us well – but also are not discounting the chance that our story could be a subterfuge.
If only.
“What does the dragon eat in the northern lands?” I call back to them, my voice echoing.
“The dragon prefers to hunt south. Here, there is little meat. But if he catches a firecat, he will gulp it down in one, greedy bite.”
“Thank you,” I nod, and we continue.
“What is a firecat?” Asks Aubrey.
“A red lynx, not much bigger than you,” replies Stryker. “It’s so named for its affinity for heat and the red color of its fur.”
“So, we must find one of these creatures, and a Scorp,” says Aubrey.
“Scorps will find us,” I promise ominously, knowing that this far north the area will be teeming with them. Even with Scorp Warriors moving south, everyone knows the northlands are filled with them.
It will need to be. I won’t risk the venom of a single Scorp placed in the corpse of the fire lynx. I want to take this dragon down – and so I intend to pump the creature full of as many Scorp stingers and venom sacs as possible.
We walk for another hour before my promise comes true.
I feel them before I see them
“Alert!” I telepath, not wanting to vocalize the words and warn the Scorps ahead of time that we notice them.
Aubrey senses the change in mood instantly as we tense up, drawing our weapons. She steps back – not out of fear, but from the knowledge that she will aid us best by staying out of danger.
The first Scorp appears over a ledge, and rushes towards us with five of its beastly compatriots scuttling along behind. Aubrey draws her gun, but I know she has only eight shots.
“Save those metal arrows!” I yell, not knowing what else to call the things she says will come racing from the point of that tiny metal weapon.
She lowers her gun, as I activate my axe. I run forward to join the fight, and together my blood-brothers and I quickly slaughter the Scorps – moving amidst them like violent dancers, and cleaving them effortlessly with our Orb-Weapons.
Once they’re dead and twitching, we cleave the venom barbs off the Scorps and carefully put them in our pouches. Even Scorp-Blooded, if we’re so much as pricked by those venom-dripping, razor-sharp barbs, we’ll have a terrible few hours of pain, increased strength, and violent rage before the blood works through our system. It’s a trade that is sometimes necessary.
Next, we hunt a firecat. Brigg uses his skills to track one, and it’s easy enough to find in this open and barren terrain.
We corner the creature, and it snarls as it realizes the impossible; that the predator has become prey for more dangerous animals.
I finally cleave the throat of the firecat open, and it falls to the dry dirt, flailing and gurgling.
Aubrey gently pats the dying creature, soothing it. “Thank you for your sacrifice,” she murmurs to the dying lynx, truly grateful. When it is dead and gone, we administer the Scorp venom, picking the veins of the firecat and gentle squeezing the venom in it’s bloodstream. I only hope that it will be enough to affect the monstrous dragon.
We heft up the body of the slaughtered beast, and climb towards the volcano.
Once we stand at the base of the towering, flaming peak, we throw the carcass of the firecat on the ground lay in wait.
Hours pass – but I could have happily waited hours more.
Much later in the day, the scream of the dragon chills me as I hear it waking up. My muscles are sore from standing shock still, but I have no desire to move until we spring the trap and I spring into motion.
Overhead, the sun is a boiling circle, casting heat down, and my throat aches from the acrid smoke of the volcano.
We hide as the great dragon suddenly comes swooshing out from the mouth of the volcano. The ferocious dragon soars up, arcing in a wide circle overhead, and then sees the body of the firecat on the dry, barren dirt.
Take the bait, tyrant beast, take the bait.
With a screech, the great, angry beast swoops down and snatches up the body without even slowing its speed – gulping down the animal eagerly and flying away.
“The venom didn’t work!” Aubrey gasps, watching the dragon beat its mighty wings and rises into the sky. Fear and disappointment is in her voice.
“Patience,” Stryker offers soothingly, holding her arm. Higher and higher the dragon climbs, and each beat of its wings fills me with anticipation.
Higher, you damned creature, higher! Fall to your death like you killed my tribemate, Liam!
High up in the sky, the dragon suddenly dips as it flies, then flails in the air as if in burning agony. The creature’s wings thrash and beat, but it’s as if the huge creature struggles to stay aloft. Then, finally, it comes plummeting down from the sky – before crashing hard into the rocks blow with the force of an explosion
.
I hear the snap of its massive wing breaking. In agony and crippled, the dragon tries to get up, then falls again.
We run towards it. I don’t know how long the venom will incapacitate the dragon, but we’ll only have one chance to kill the beast ourselves. It will never fall for the trick of a poisoned carcass again.
26
Brigg
There is no fear in my mind as I rush towards the dragon, my Orb-Mace drawn.
It’s still alive, flailing and thrashing, but the Scorp-venom is clearly coursing through its veins. The dragon raises its head weakly, screaming out in agony, and I suddenly understand its pain.
This dark beast was born on a planet with no mate – with no chance of companionship, or to sire children. It kills for the same reason it will die; for I too have the primal need to seed my mate and raise a strong family.
Stryker rushes in front, his Orb-Blade stabbing into the dragon’s side. The dragon reaches out with its claw, but the crippled beast is too slow – merely grazing Stryker’s leg as he dodges past.
Haleon jumps onto the back of the dragon, hacking at its bony spine. I run forward, leaping and smashing my Orb-Mace against the dragon’s head.
The dragon is being pulled apart, cut, and killed. It opens its gaping mouth and shoots out a stream of flame, but the scalding magma misses us entirely. I remember the burn of that fire as heat waves from the proximity of the flames sear me. I leap over a puddle of magma to finish off the dragon.
In agony, the dying dragon thrashes its tail, and knocks Haleon off its back, but when it tries to use its wings to rise into the safety of the air, only one of them works.
The dragon screams out in pain as Stryker stabs his Orb-Blade deep into its side. Red blood is flowing – gushing.
So much blood.
Then the dragon snaps its neck sideways, moving faster than I thought possible. It grabs me in its jaws and I yell out in agony as it crunches down with those sword-like teeth.