Cyber Viking Box Set

by Marcus Sloss

  “Go get Perci,” I said.

  You would think asking for another woman after sex might offend the woman who currently had your cock inside her. Not Nancy. She winked with that teasing smile. I should have realized why her eyes twinkled earlier. I plopped out when Nancy left to get dressed. A kiss goodbye was brief but sweet.

  Nancy left with a quick closing door. I watched out the window as she skipped to Perci over at the communal dining hall. Perci looked confused. She high-fived Nancy before they did a celebratory hip check. I waited for it. The joy was short-lived. Perci pointed at Nancy with a stern finger. Yup, she told her. Perci came storming over to our RV. I made the right call.

  I hid behind the door while I used my hand to stroke my cock to semi-erect. Perci burst to yell at me. My hidden spot was discovered too late. I picked my little minx up to slam her onto the bed. I tore her yoga pants off. Literally shredded them off her body.

  “Yes, master! Give me a baby!” Perci moaned out in desire.

  She propped her knees up to kneel. I wet her tiny pussy before diving in. She screamed with pleasure into the pillow while I slammed into her small, firm ass. I fucked her from behind for a good ten minutes with her begging for more of my big cock. When I finally erupted into her tiny slit, I was exhausted. I watched her little pussy drip my white cum ever so slowly. I went to collect all the pillows. I built a tall stack beside Perci. She flipped over quickly while thrusting her hips up onto the pillow stack. This had been our routine. We would have sex, then prop her hips up. We timed the rotation with the elevation perfectly.

  “I love you, Eric. Thank you for ordering Nancy to get me, as odd as it sounds. That was very endearing. I… I hope this works,” Perci said while I dressed. “Now, go gear up. The elderly are already being dragged down from the second floor of the mansion to see if they become young again.”

  “Yes, ma’am—hopefully, momma soon,” I said while giving her a sweet kiss goodbye. “Love you, Perci.”

  “Love you, Eric.”

  I exited the RV in need of a shower. Our bedroom would probably need to air out once Perci’s ten-minute hip elevation was over. I walked to the dining building with a massive smirk on my face. Jill propped a hand up to give me a high five as we passed. Our palms smacked; too late I realized I had not wiped my hand clean. Jill looked at her hand with a cringe of grossness. My mind shouted “Don’t do it!” but my lips stayed shut as she brought her hand to her nose. She smelled the cum with a grin. Oh… Okay… I watched her wipe it on her rear while giving me a tsk-tsk with her finger.

  Willow hip-checked me upon arrival. “Did you just give Jill’s hand a partial bedroom load?”

  “Yeah, super did. Well, Perci and Nancy contributed. Give me five minutes if you want a go!” Willow pulled some arm hairs at my joking statement. I yelped.

  “We need to talk about this silly virum—they counter birth control. They increase their hosts' production rates to have additional hosts to embody. Adults making babies is their goal, if that makes sense,” Willow said while pulling up the virum information. Offspring rates up to five hundred percent! She saw my eyes widen. “Yeah, that high. Not only will all the women actively trying to become pregnant succeed… well…”

  She pulled up a stat. Females will seek mating partners they would have not considered before. I instantly thought of Bonnet and how she was a lady player. Would this make her settle down? We were fairly even on our guy-to-girl ratio at the moment. I pulled up the data: 1400 people with 1017 adults. There was an extra thirty-three women. Oh… At least we would not have men killing each other for mates. I returned to the virum data to read that it discourages violence and was encouraging toward love. The concept was to have fewer deaths with more babies. I could understand that.

  A hand waved in front of my Gpad. My eyes darted to see Torrez.

  “You ready, boss?” Torrez said while handing me a backpack.

  “Huh?”

  Torrez pointed to the backpack. I guess I was testing my own armor before dealing with virum testing.

  “Your arm will power your weapons. This will power your shields—at least, I think so. Since you have two power sources you will have more shielding than the rest of us. Also, no fucking chance are my legs swapping to nitrogen power plants. The last thing I need is to go raiding on a nitrogen-poor planet and then need to be carried home,” Torrez said with pats of his cybernetic legs. I could agree with the sentiment. If my arm lost power and I was unable to charge it, then I would have a useless arm. Exactly the same as the boat trip home from Saudi. I would be short an arm. Having no legs, that would be near torture. “Ugh, you finally start getting laid and I see you staring at my legs with empathy. You’re ready for this. I expect your power plant in your arm to sync with the backpack.”

  I pushed my arms through the straps. The device connected the straps across the front. Torrez, Willow, and Nancy stepped back as a loud hum turned into crackling energy. I winced with eyes closed expecting to be electrocuted again. Nothing like that happened. The hairs on the back of my neck lifted as the pack erupted an arcing beam of power into my arm. There was a gravitational pull on the bright light that forced me to tilt. A pop sound echoed across the valley. The backpack’s power plant shut down with a whine.

  “Hmm…” Torrez said with a pause. “I was not expecting that. There were some spare cables. Give me a moment. Lavaun, get a vial of that goop ready to save me if I go flying from the discharge. Actually, how about we go to the field over there for this part.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I said hesitantly. This amount of power we were toying with spooked me.

  The walk was short. Torrez hooked into the backpack power plant first. When there was no explosion of power he turned the device back on by clicking the button in the center of the strap connection. The backpack flared to life angrily. Torrez bounded in long leaps away when the backpack started crackling. The cable shot into my arm stabilizing the connection. A gentle hum let me breathe out a sigh of relief.

  “Ha, I knew that would happen,” Torrez said with a swagger in his step.

  “Bullshit,” I replied with a chuckle. “Okay, I attached the shield extending pucks to spots on Nancy. I have no idea how they stayed in place.”

  “Magical science works,” Torrez said. He added two to the back of my butt, two to my knees, and two on my chest. The arms were installed to the backpack.

  He stepped back to give me space. I imagined the shield on and a hexagonal blue shimmer surrounded me. My boots were exposed. I turned the shield off with a thought and Torrez fetched two more shield extenders. They were placed on my feet over the toes. I waited for him to get distance before reactivating the shield.

  I stuck my cybernetic palm out as far to my right as I could.

  “You sure?” Torrez asked. “I know we did this before but people might think we're a bit loco.”

  “We are very loco, my friend,” I said with a sadistic smirk. “Now shoot me.”

  “You asked for it,” Torrez said with a cackle.

  “Cover ears!” I shouted to a confused community.

  Torrez whipped out his sidearm and fired ten rounds at my palm. Every pop of a discharge was met with a smacking sound. The rounds smashed against the shield and fell to the ground.

  “This is super fucking bad news,” I muttered. The shield never even wavered.

  “We have more powerful weapons now. This is a 9mm. I watched the marines that fought those thirty-foot-tall aliens. They… it…” Torrez said in frustration. The pain etched his twisted face with furled brows. “We are lucky we made it to the grand market. We should stand a fighting chance now if we face a superior opponent that would have rolled us.”

  “I agree. Sad times. Okay, how about we see if we can make old people young again now that you are done shooting your commander?” I said with a smirk.

  “Hey, again, you asked for it,” Torrez said. He went to smack my back and hit my shield. He performed the motion slower this time and his a
rm slid through the shielding. “Going to need more testing. We can activate these around an inert box, though. They will shield just about anything on a small scale. After seeing my hand glide in with ease, maybe a long dagger should be equipped to standard gear sets.”

  Jevon rolled through the gate with a long convoy. Every truck, trailer, and roof was filled with building parts. That should be the last of our community outside the wire. I waited for them to stop before going to help offload plywood. I gazed over the stockpiled supplies. Wow, we were going to build far more than four longhouses. Maybe fifteen or twenty. We worked for half an hour until the sun fully set before the last of the wood was offloaded.

  The mansion broadcast its bright spotlights onto the area directly in front of the large home. I saw an old man in a gurney. I had no idea who he was. When I neared the wheeled bed, Nancy handed me a swirling black vial.

  “I’m Cap. Your name, sir?” I asked, looking down at the old man. His wrinkles were so old they had faded, his skin blotched, and his brown eyes sunken. I was surprised whoever brought this man here did so with his gurney.

  “Gerald, my son, you look so young.” His vision shifted in confusion, or maybe he was dizzy. I was never going to get his permission to do this. Better to beg for forgiveness.

  I popped the cap off. Jevon grasped my forearm. “I know everyone getting infected was not your fault. If this man dies, you will lose a lot of support,” Jevon said while we shifted to view the gathered crowd. Hundreds of people crowded to see what would happen. I put a hand on Jevon’s shoulder.

  A slice on my index finger widened. A trail of goo slithered out my fingertip, along my friend’s neck, and into his ear. I squeaked while ineffectively trying to stop the spread. Jevon never felt anything besides me trying to swat his neck.

  “What are you doing?” Jevon asked in irritation.

  A fake smile spread on my face. “There was a bug on your neck,” I said, failing to mention the complete story.

  Jevon rubbed his neck while casting a side-eye of irritation. “I actually want my aching joints to feel better. But this public display is dangerous.”

  I pointed to Willow, Nancy, and Slister. “The medical team says this will help him. I have to trust those around me,” I said, removing my hand from Jevon. I turned to the old man. “Time for your medicine. Please open your mouth.”

  The old man was used to those words. His mouth popped ajar. I dipped the vial until the contents shot out for his mouth. There was no natural gravity falling where a liquid would bend from pouring. The contents left the vial so quickly I was stunned. I looked into the tube. Yeah, that was stupid. The tiny little blotch of remaining virum leaped onto my eye. While I could see, and while I reacted, I felt nothing.

  The old man, though… He was twisting and turning. He flatlined. Then his heart kicked back on. Flatlined. Steady beat. To say the moment was nerve wracking was an understatement. He must have died a hundred times before his heart stopped cutting out. I smelt fresh shit, realization of what happened dawning on me. The man groggily turned his head toward me.

  “Food, water. Water, food. Where is my son?”

  People clapped. I breathed a sigh of relief. He had less dementia and was requesting sustenance. I guess we would have to watch the scenario play out. Jacky walked up next to me.

  “For the community!” she bellowed, and downed a vial with her right hand. Then a second vial with her left. If she overdosed, the virum should just find a new host.

  Willow glanced at her mom, then to me. I shrugged. Willow shrugged back. Nancy grinned.

  Unlike the decrepit old man, Jacky was forty-four. Even though she was twice Willow’s age, she hardly appeared over thirty-five. The woman smiled while hastily stuffing her face with food. She then chugged a giant pitcher of water. When that was finished she raced for the interior of the Mansion like she needed to pee. Willow walked up to me.

  “What happened?” Willow asked, and Nancy pinched her bum. “What, mistress?”

  Those two words resulted in my pants tightening. Nancy cackled with delight. She said, “I asked Jacky if she wanted to look twenty again. She studied how I went from looking thirty to twenty, then signed herself up for the dramatic reveal. You need protein and liquids to convert the changes quicker. Cap here took hours doing it the long way. See, here she comes.”

  “Fuck me!” Willow and I blurted out.

  Jacky came sauntering out. She looked almost identical to Willow now. Gone were the signs of aging; they were replaced with taut skin, vibrant hair, and blemish-free skin. There were shrieks of joy from the older women. Jacky hugged Nancy and then her daughter. She then ran with arms in the air screaming to Mrs. Moore in her victory. Jevon deflated; his mom was about to be young again. She was already sassy and confident. We both started laughing as everyone besides the kids grew excited.

  I saw the old man eating a snack slowly. I had seen enough. A glance at my Gpad showed seven hours until the next blue portal activation.

  “Jevon, you have command. Send everyone to sleep that you can. Prepare for a double shift at activation. I am showing a 6:30 to 7 A.M. window,” I said with a grunt.

  “I have command. I expect a lot of these new arrivals to want to work through the night to get their homes built,” Jevon said to the dispersing crowd.

  “I plan on helping them. Merely want to tuck the weapons away and the armor off to do so,” I said while fleeing his side for Willow. The poor girl was trying to get a word in with her mom when I scooped her up. “Come spend some time with me, my love.”

  “Ugh. You see how pretty she is,” Willow said with a sigh. Her face was flustered red.

  “Every day since I met you.”

  “You are too damn charming. Fine, but we are using the shower in the RV. Even if it is tiny, you stink,” Willow said. I carried her to the RV, just the two of us. I glanced over my shoulder to see Jill getting a vial from Nancy with excitement. “So it begins. I will miss being the youngest hottie.”

  She let me strip off her power plant carrier, armor, and weapons. I slid them one at a time into the loft. I watched her mope for a moment as she converted the table to a bed. I slung my weapons to join hers while removing my back power plant.

  “Willow, I love you. Not things about you, or how awesome you are. I love you. The wonderful woman who ran away with me, transitioned into a soldier, and—”

  Her lips smacked into mine with a hunger. I closed the RV door as we tore at each other’s clothes. I hated that stupid fucking hatch to open the RV bathroom.

  “Hold on, Eric, before you break it,” Willow said while deftly popping the clasp open.

  “Oh, your fingers are so talented,” I said. I felt dumb at the cheesy line after. Not that it mattered. Willow spun the shower to on, ripped my pants down, and slung me into the shower. My clothes got soaked as I was nowhere near naked. “What has gotten into you? I like the fire in your eyes.”

  I scrambled to get out of my wet clothes. Failed. The boots were locked into my pants. I used my cybernetic arm to shred my drenched shirt. Fuck it, I’ll turn it into a cape or something. While I struggled, Willow stripped with glee. Her large, bouncy tits squished into my chest while she attacked my lips. Water cascaded everywhere into the tiny bathroom.

  Willow dropped to her knees to lick the underside of my cock seductively. Her wet pink hair and bright blue eyes were a marvel.

  “That is not getting any harder!” I said to her with a smirk.

  “Pin me against the wall with a choking grasp, then fuck me until it hurts. Now, master!” Willow demanded.

  My hand clasped around her neck. I lifted her in the small space. Willow was fairly tall for a woman so her feet dragged as I struggled to rotate us with my pants around my boots. I managed the maneuver and slammed her against the wall with just the right amount of pressure. She reached for my cock as she slid down. I thrust up into her, feeling her tunnel welcoming my large dick. She bit her lip. Her blue eyes bore into me while she mo
aned. I released my hold to see her bruised neck healing.

  With the water flowing over our entwined bodies, we fucked intensely. It was animalistic in nature. I became lost in my thrusts while her nails dug into my back. Willow was a screamer.

  She was on repeat with, “Fuck me, master! Slam your huge cock into my tight little pussy, master. I am your dirty little slut, master!”

  I never let up as I pushed harder and deeper. She came so hard I was certain people sleeping in Aspen miles away heard her scream. I went to pull out to join her when she clamped down with her legs onto my hip. Oh shit. I couldn’t— I tried to escape— I failed. My third nut of the day exploded into Willow, who chuckled with glee.

  “That was amazing,” Willow exclaimed.

  We kissed passionately before I left her in the shower solo. I sat on the toilet with the seat closed to finally free my pants from my ankles. “Damn, Willow, I love the dirty talk. I think the information on the virum underestimated how horny humans would get. You went from no babies to forcing me to cum in you.”

  “I couldn’t fucking help it. My heart was going crazy to feel you dripping out of me. I am even…” She showed me her ovulating status. “So are Nancy and Perci. She is going to be pissed if we succeed and she did not.”

  “I don’t see that happening. I think we were infected with the love bug. Sure, it heals, reduces aging, and cures issues,” I said, finally plopping my second boot off, “but it is messing with our minds. This means there is a part of me that wants to kill the virum the expensive and tedious way the first chance I can. I need a sane mind. Unless there is a swing in desire once you become pregnant. Then I might keep it, because there are a lot of benefits. I don’t know if the virum is even letting me think straight. I do know I am sexed out. I want a nap but there is so much work to do.”