Necessarily Evil- Apocalypse

by Shad N Freud

  Camilla saw the sad look in his eye. “Cenere…me bonny lad, what’s wrong?” Camilla asked as she sat up, reaching out with to cup his face both hands. “Whit's bothering ye?”

  “I…I love you. And I don’t want to do this if it’s just going to be a fling.”

  Camilla’s eyes widened, her shock clear on her face. “Did yeh just…”

  “I love you. I…I’m tired of screwing around.” He looked down at the bed. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. I…I overheard you and Sachi talking, and I know that you’re never going to be happy with me. I can’t give you children. And, I know-”

  Camilla stopped his lips from moving with a finger. He looked up, catching her gaze. “We kin aye git a sperm donor. A loue ye tae, ye eejit. Ye hae bin th' maist confounding Jimmy I’ve ever known, doubly sae sin you’re suppose tae be an Inquisitor o' Lust, 'n' ye haven’t even tried tae git intae mah knickers 'til th' nicht. Ah wis oncom tae think ye didn’t lik' me.”

  “No! Lucy’s sweet little feet, no! I’ve…I’ve been fighting the urge to do terrible things to you since I first met you. I…I know I’ve had quite the reputation for lechery, and I was scared you’d think that was all I wanted. I haven’t even really looked at another woman since I met you, much less anything else. Well, aside from nailing the marble golems a few times, but-”

  Camilla laughed as she shut him up with a kiss. “Ye ken, we cuid pat a pin in this fur noo. Ah really, really need ye tae tak' that braw body o' yers 'n' uise it tae mak' us baith happy.”

  Cenere looked up and smirked as he drew the leash taught. He shoved her onto her back and looked at the nude beauty beneath him as she squeaked in pleased surprise. He noticed the faint scars from her battle with the doctor, the small dots that lead from her right shoulder down to just above her groin, tsking at the damage to the tattoo. He could tell it had been adorable and felt a bit sad about the wound that ruined her tattoo. “Dearie, ah plan on getting’ that fixed whin we git ah moment.”

  He looked at her with a smile as he lay on top of her and began tracing a path down her body, the feather light touch from his tongue sending small jolts of electricity through her nervous system as he traveled south, pausing at the pass between the twin peaks of her magnificent breasts and detouring upward to pay some close and careful attention to her nipples with one hand and his mouth. The other hand continued its journey south by its lonesome, gently tracing the path of slightly raised dots on her skin.

  Her mouth opened in a gasp as he captured her erect nipple in his mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh with his teeth as he gently nibbled, rolling his tongue around and around, setting her nerve endings on fire. Her mouth quirked upward as he firmly, but gently massaged her right breast with his hand, and moaned softly as his hand reached the lowest point of its travel down the bullet wound trail. He looked into her half-lidded eyes as she blushed more deeply, her freckled face taking on a slightly deeper shade of brown as she looked down at him.

  That insufferable smirk of his caused her to growl gently at the back of her throat as he let his left hand drift further south while licking his way down one slope, and up the other, pillaging her other breast with his mouth as his right hand made the trip to cave of wonders. This time, however, the right hand was a little more daring, choosing to inspect the entrance, finding a hooded figure guarding the passage inward.

  As his right hand gently dealt blow after sensuous blow to the doorman, Camilla’s hands, cuffed behind her back, strained at the wrist to free themselves, to try and end this wonderful torment and possibly return the favor. Cenere snickered as he finished his journey, meeting his right hand to join in the melee. As soon as his soft, gentle tongue met the doorman, his tongue did it’s level best to wrestle the small bean within the hood for dominance, causing the dusky beauty to buck her hips as she felt a thunderstorm gather in her loins, a magnificent storm threatening to claim her mind, body, and soul.

  Finally, a great thunderclap that rumbled all the way up her spine and out her mouth. She screamed a glorious charge, spurring the horned man between her thighs onward. He spread the sheer cliffs on either side of the cave with his hands like a master sorcerer, then allowed his tongue to plumb her depths, seeking the precious treasures deep within. Her hips once more began to buck as the storm intensified, her brow covered in a sheen of perspiration, her eyes rolled fully into the back of her skull as she moaned loudly and with wild abandon. The storm inside her became a hurricane as she finally unleashed a flash flood of pleasure, her orgasm a tidal wave that nearly washed her lover away as she clenched his head with her thighs and held on for dear life.

  The chain holding the cuffs together broke and she held onto his horns as she felt a last mounting thundercloud rear its head while she rode his face, his tongue, fingers, and teeth eroding her control. With a last silent scream, she collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Camilla looked down at her beau and saw that his face was slightly pasty from her love juices.

  He wiped his face with a towel, then settled between her legs, kissing her deeply on the mouth, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. Then, with a gentle smile, he entered her, gently, softly, inch by girthy inch. Her eyes widened, the pleasure of feeling her inner walls stretching around his magnificent cock almost as pleasurable as his tongue exploring her treasure trove. Her eyes rolled back again as he slowly slid part of the way out, then back in again with more force.

  Within her own head, Lust was smoking a cigarette as it lay under the covers next to Love, both having enjoyed the show, the radio playing the same song being performed in Cenere’s skull as the pair gave themselves over to pleasure, and the handsome man made her his. Outside of that skull, Camilla dug the nails of her freed hands into his skin as she grabbed him with her amazing legs, holding on tightly as his gentle trusts became a vicious pounding, her inner walls tightening around his manhood, building a wonderfully pleasant wet friction that caused them both to grunt and moan from their exertions.

  He pulled out, then flipped her roughly onto her belly, taking up her leash again. and using it to bind her hands behind her back as he pressed her face into her pillows. Cenere entered her again, this time from behind, and pulled her hair. He leaned in and whispered words she’d been waiting most of her life to hear: “Cammy, my little slut. When we’re in bed like this, I own you. Got that? This pussy?” He slammed his cock, hard as marble, deep within her, “It belongs to me now, got it?”

  She instantly complied, her normally argumentative nature subsumed by the power in the voice of the man that had placed her into a position of submission. He had, in deed, conquered her. And she had allowed him the privilege. “A' o' me is yers,” Camilla panted as he not so gently tugged at the hair at the base of her neck, a thrilling jolt of pleasure mixing with the slight pain. The shoved himself into her again and she didn’t bother to hold back the delicious moan that was candy to Cenere’s slightly pointed ears.

  He smiled sadistically and grabbed her magnificent arse before slapping it with a cupped hand, the sting causing her to shudder with excitement. Despite feeling utterly spent just moments before, she felt a renewed energy and thrust backward as he thrust forward, their bodies working together to bring them both to the rumbling crescendo building within their skulls until both arrived at the same conclusion. The grand finale, the fireworks that dazzled every single emotion in their collective heads, left both panting for breath, exhausted from their exertions.

  As both slowly came back to their senses, Cenere carefully untied his bedmate’s wrists. She immediately grabbed his head and brought him in for a passionate, deep, and loving kiss. They both smiled as they broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together as each tried to gather the courage to speak.

  Finally, Camilla broke the silence. “I…I love you too. Ah fought it because ah thought ye wur a bonny wee rake, 'n' that ah wis juist aff tae be anither notch oan yer bedpost. I’m…i’m nae guid at talking aboot this stuff. Ah hud tae graw up tae quick
ly at th' orphanage, especially efter ah git thae,” Camilla said, grabbing her large breasts for emphasis and snickering as she watched Cenere stare as she jiggled them before she reached out for his hands, her spine shivering with an atavistic thrill as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

  “Ah hud tae rammy th' wee jimmies aff wi' a stick fae twelve tae sixteen, 'til ah broke yin idiot’s jaw fae trying tae tak' liberties wi' me. Sin then, a' I’ve bin able tae fin' wur mincing, wabbit wee men in th' bedroom. Ye hae na idea howfur refreshing 'twas tae fin' a jimmy lik' ye. Willing tae be gentle, bit forceful lik' a'm waantin' ye tae be.” She kissed him again, resting her forehead on his. “Speaking o' th' golems…yes, I’ve bin usin` thaim tae. Ah figured oot howfur tae git thaim tae keek lik' specific people-“

  “I thought so,” Cenere said with a smug smirk on his face and Camilla smiled as she slugged him in the shoulder hard enough to hurt, but not to bruise.

  Cenere looked deeply into the twin oceans that reflected the soul within, the most beautiful eyes he’d ever gazed upon, the eyes of the only woman he’d ever truly love…and saw a strange golden glow emanate from those very eyes. He felt his voice crack, an arid desert where his tongue had once been as he looked upon the most beautiful woman in the world and felt that odd golden glow settle upon his soul. She looked at him quizzically as he finally firmed up his resolve, and readied himself for the lethal blow she would deal him should she reject him, asking a question that could destroy him with a no.

  “Cammy…I…will you be my-”

  Camilla silenced him with a kiss, the golden glow exploding within his startled eyes as a bond of sorts tied them together, their souls joined. “Ah awready am. Ah meant whit ah said, ye sweet idiot.” She smiled as she kissed him, both feeling the stirrings of life again within their loins. It seemed they wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night.

  ∞∞∞

  In the room next to Camilla’s, a similar conversation was going on between Sachi and Krang. Sachi was smoking a cigarette as the mechanical man processed what had just occurred. Sachi’s blush was receding as she smiled broadly, the slight pain from her inexperienced lover’s ministrations outshone by the very pleasurable experience. “Yeah…anatomically correct, alright. So, um, I was thinking…we should make this a regular thing. Whatcha say?

  Krang’s own smile answered her. “I suppose there are worse fates than being a gorgeous woman’s sex toy.”

  Sachi rolled her eyes. “You’re a bit more than a sex toy, Krang. You’re fun to be around. And, I know for a fact that you’ll always watch my six.”

  “Indeed. And what a six it is.”

  Sachi giggled as she felt his arm encircle her and gently turn her away from him as he pressed himself against her back. She could feel the synthetic man’s burgeoning erection and smiled. She hoped Camilla was in for as much fun tonight as she was. She gasped in excitement as his hand found an interesting spot to rest again and began vibrating gently. She moaned in hedonistic joy as that finger settled on the orchid tattoo on her labia, a pleasurable sight for every man she’d allowed to see the tattoo. His gray fingers slipped between the petals and sought the nectar within.

  Oh yes, it was surely going to be a wonderful night, Sachi decided as she felt his lips gently nip at her neck. A wonderful night indeed!

  Chapter Eleven

  Zeke, it had been decided, would wake Carl. After all, it was almost ten in the morning, and he hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. Cenere and Camilla had come to breakfast holding hands, to no one’s surprise. Jin handed Sachi a five-gram gold coin, and she pocketed it with a smirk as the two stumbled their way to the table, their legs like cooked pasta. They both glowed, and Cenere had the decency to blush at the cat calls his friends threw in their direction when they reached for the sausages.

  Sachi raised a delicate eyebrow with a smirk, causing Camilla to laugh as she poured herself a tall glass of orange juice, and mouthed the word “later” to her best friend, who was likewise glowing, her eyes darting furtively over to Krang. He looked between Camilla and Sachi, realized what they were gently giggling about, and despite lacking an actual cardiovascular system, or indeed blood for that matter, the android still found a way to darken his face in the semblance of a blush.

  Jin shook his head as he used his fork to grab more smoked herring off the platter. He couldn’t really judge the newly-minted couple, as he’d have done the same in their shoes. The pair sat next to each other and both began plating up their breakfasts before they heard a rather loud commotion from upstairs as Zeke was bodily hurled out of the Master Bedroom, crashing into the floor after going through the bannister. He hopped to his feet, shook his head to clear the fuzziness from his mind, and snarled as he ran back up the stairs, intent on returning the favor. Moments later, Carl flew down the stairs with Zeke riding him like a snowboard, jumping off before they hit the ground, and causing Carl to face plant hard into the marble floors.

  Carl feebly raised his arm to flip off the half-metal lizard as he peeled himself off the floor. He staggered into the dining room where his place at the table had a bottle of aspirin and a mug of black coffee. He glared at Cenere whose smile was so loud it made the inside of his skull itch. “Good morning, Carl! Have some smoked herring! It tastes awesome!” Cenere greeted Carl loudly as the elderly man sat down gingerly, carefully trying not to think about food, his bruises from his fall down the stairs, or the brightness of the dining room.

  He glared balefully at Cenere as he crawled into his chair, and carefully reached for the eggs, bacon, and fried potatoes, as well as the toast and butter. Camilla grinned sadistically as she poured sugar into her coffee and deliberately clinked her spoon as loudly as possible.

  “Right. So, you degenerates had better be ready for the mission ahead. We’ll be there a while, so get used to the idea of being in the past. We won’t be in America during the forties, so count your blessings on that one, but we will be travelling to pre-bomb Japan. Also, we’re going to skirt the rules as closely as possible and do our damnedest to save the Witness’ God. I’ve no bloody idea how we’re going to pull that miracle out of our arses, but we’ll do our best. Next item of business: don’t die in the past. Last thing any of us needs is to be permanently damned by violating the Cardinal Sin list. Cenere’s in charge when we’re not in private, and…things might get weird if we use the mansion.”

  ∞∞∞

  An hour later, the group, kitted out, made their way to the car. Cenere sat in the middle row with Camilla and Sachi on either side of him, with Carl driving, Jin sitting shotgun, and Zeke and Krang taking the back seat. Everyone but Cenere was armed with the weapons they’d grabbed from the Prometheus. Cenere had his knife cuffs under his greatcoat, his sword strapped to his hip, and a pair of Oakleys on. He smiled as he pointed towards the acceleration track. “Let’s see if we can’t get this thing up to 88 miles per hour.”

  Carl rolled his eyes as Jin face palmed. “Zemeckis be damned, the Delorean’s anemic engine topped out at 85,” Jin groused. Carl smirked as he started the car and looked at the readings as the car gave off an ominous hum and the digital readouts gave statistics for the various sensors and instrumentation. The time was pre-dialed, the destination was the very building they were currently in, and the fuel rod reading showed “full.” Carl shifted the gear from neutral to first, and pressed the big red button, causing the time-car’s temporal flux drive to activate.

  A tear in time and space opened in front of the car, a red beam from the Swastika on the hood ornament striking the unfocused tear, and the tear resolved into a quantum tunnel to the year 1945 on January 1st. The vehicle rolled forward and the tunnel ahead of them became red while the tunnel behind slid through the color spectrum to violet, a bright white light ahead of them as they picked up speed, the speedometer spinning like a top as they shot forward. After what seemed like an eternity, the entire tunnel became blinding white just before they found themselves barreling towards a brick wall.

  Carl sw
erved to avoid a car coming from the opposite direction and slammed into a support beam, crumpling the front end of the car as its momentum was arrested rather forcefully. Everyone aboard praised the engineers from the present for the cushioning spells applied to the cab of the now trashed vehicle. Jin erected a hasty privacy field as Carl screamed obscenities while holding his forehead where he had hit the steering wheel when they crashed. The car quickly found itself surrounded by men pointing rifles at them, as well as the machine gun nests that had them covered with 7.92 mm death spitters in the form of MG 42s.

  “Follow the plan, everyone. No one talks unless I tell you to,” Cenere said as he readjusted his hat, took off his sunglasses, then motioned imperiously for Camilla to open the door of the cab as everyone else piled out, their weapons slung and hands up. Cenere stepped out of the car with a rather arrogant gait and slapped a rifle barrel out of his face. He saw the ranking officer nearby, and strode purposefully over to the man, clicking his boots together with a measured clip, and gave the right handed salute, which was returned with a bit of confusion.

  He spoke in perfect German, as they all would throughout their time here. “Heil Hitler! Ah, General Himmler! It’s such an honor to meet you. I am Wermacht Colonel Hans Gruber, Temporal Control Division. We were sent to this time to avert a great disaster to the Motherland; apparently some American pig dogs led by the defector Dr. Emmet Von Braun and his assistant Martin McFly came back to this time to sabotage your efforts, and we have been sent to ensure the timeline remains uncorrupted. After all, it would be a shame if the wrong side won the war this time, yes?”

  Jin’s face was a sculpted piece of marble as he listened to the fat load of horseshit Cenere fed to the General, who signaled the soldiers on alert to stand easy and lower their weapons. Himmler looked at Cenere with confusion, however, as he stared at the young man’s companions.