tent. The bitch made sure the spikes were silver to stop him from shifting. Misha was naked on red velvet pillows a few yards from him. Human again, she writhed against the man whose head was buried deep between her legs. Lewis watched her shapely breasts bounce in time with his ministrations. He felt himself get hard watching Misha come. Her eyes were clenched shut as if she was concentrating, but as if she sensed his attention, she opened them and stared at him with her brutal gaze.
She was lovely, all brown skin and dark brown eyes. Her hair was wild and long caressing her as she rubbed her body on the pillows. Misha tugged on the man’s head and he slowed down. She undulated her hips and smiled as Lewis grew bigger.
“On your hands and knees,” she said to the man and then positioned them so
Lewis could see his muscled thighs and ass.
“So it’s to be torture,” Lewis said.
“I want my money,” Misha said.
“I seem to have misplaced my wallet.”
“Then I’ll have to hold you ransom. That idiot Clark will pay me to get you back in one piece.” She leaned back and absently played with her breasts.
“I could be of service to you.”
Misha dipped her head, spilling long black hair across the ground. “I can take from you what I want.” She began to breathe heavier. “Besides, with a tongue like his, I don’t need you. Oh.”
Lewis watched her body tense and shudder and she rubbed her pussy into the man’s face. She pulled him up by the hair, His face was coated with her come.
“Kiss him,” she ordered and watched the man crawl over to Lewis.
“I like kisses,” Lewis said, before the man’s lips crushed his to silence. He could taste Misha’s musk. He lapped at it eagerly. Misha was the one woman he couldn’t get enough of. He preferred men. They were horny and ready and uncomplicated. He loved cock. But Misha was exciting, dangerous, and wild as an animal. If only she would share him with Clark. But she couldn’t, wouldn’t share. So he was forced to cut her out of the partnership. She took it badly and tried to kill him. He liked that in a woman.
The man’s kisses were eager and sloppy, all teeth and tongue and Lewis yearned to plunge himself inside him. He suited himself by rubbing his aching cock against his muscled thigh and lost himself in the kisses. Idly, he hoped Clark was getting the caravan out of the Chicago station.
“That’s enough,” Misha said and Lewis involuntarily jumped. He hadn’t realized she was so close.
“Want a ride?” he asked.
“Yeah. Chris on your back please.”
“I’m better than him,” Lewis said, his eyes narrowing as the bitch sank onto Chris’s cock like she was settling in for a nice long fuck.
Chris’ hands settled on her hips and he bucked against her with quick hard thrusts. Lewis watched her glorious tits bounce as her hair went everywhere. He could still taste her cum from the kiss. Now, he could hear her sweet cunt accept each lunge. She settled long red nails on Chris’s chest and began to pump herself up and down. She yowled like a cat in heat. She liked to make noise and Lewis’ cock twitched eagerly.
“He won’t do it for you,” Lewis said, twisting at his bonds.
“I wish Clark was here,” she said. “I’d make you watch as I fucked him.”
“I’d pay money for that.”
“How much?”
“Maybe we could renegotiate our partnership to a three-way.”
Misha bounced harder. Chris cried out and came. She thrust against him a few times and got off him.
“You can go now,” she said.
He rolled over and kissed her feet.
“Enough talking Lewis.” She straddled his face. “Use your tongue for something useful. If I wanted to share my profits and my lover with Clark, I would never have left. Now make me come and we can start negotiating again.”
Lewis felt her heat over his mouth and nose and he gasped as she ground into him. She tasted like Chris’ cum and her own sweet nectar and he was enjoying himself far too much as her prisoner. He tongued into her pussy, fucking it until she went wild trying to get him to pay attention to her clitoris. Sucking on the bud, she made a high keening noise and her thighs pressing into his cheeks quivered. It was hard to breathe, but he used his chin and lips and tongue to lavish kisses and suction until her wetness flowed over his face.
His dick was so sensitive, when she trailed her nails delicately he shouted. “Fuck me.”
She stood up and went to a rack with a cat o’ nine tails whip. The first lash took him low on the belly, grazing the head of his penis with the silk wrapped flail.
“I thought I’d start out soft and then use the real whip on your back and ass.”
She cracked the silk over his cock and balls and the sweet kiss was a caress. It was unlike the pain he was expecting and she dangled the tails over his body.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Here suck on this.” She pushed the handle deep into his mouth. She clapped her hands twice and Chris and another man came out. Each unlocked one of Lewis’ legs. Before he could think of struggling they each pushed his legs back until his knees were by his chest. They held him there tight.
Misha came around and took the whip out of his mouth. He felt exposed and a bit cold with his legs held back. He cried out when she rubbed the wet handle by his anus.
“I want you and me. The others are just props. You and I are Shifters. The humans, the Techs, no one else matters.”
Lewis felt the lube and the handle of the whip as it bent to accommodate inside of him. She moved it in and out a few times and he shuddered in pleasure at the ribbed sensation of the handle. She left it in and knelt by his head.
“You want me. God help me, I want you. You’re the only Shifter as powerful as me.”
“What about that other scorpion?”
“Chris?” She rubbed the man’s arm. “He can only shift to the scorpion. He isn’t multi-talented.”
“Misha, I get bored.”
She stroked the muscles of other man holding his legs, then kissed him deeply. “I don’t want fidelity.”
“Then I don’t get it. Why it can’t be Clark too?”
“We don’t need anyone else. We want other people. But I want our union to be special.”
“Don’t tell me you’re holding out for a house with a picket fence.”
“Marriage. Half of everything you own. Including that idiot Clark. But I’m your wife.”
“Marriage is meaningless now.”
“The old ways are coming back.”
“You’ll marry me and then kill me for my money.”
“If you bore me.”
“What if you bore me?”
Misha smiled and concentrated. Across his lips, she shifted a penis. Lewis blinked up at her. She looked the same with soft, touchable breasts that the man holding his leg was nuzzling. He could smell her pussy, sweet and arousing, but a large cock was there too.
“Amazing,” he got out before she shoved it down his throat.
He groaned and swallowed, bobbing his head as fast as his chains would let him. He clamped his cheeks so the whip handle stayed in. Lewis kept his eyes open, felt her balls bounce against his chin. Watched as she grabbed his leg so the man who had been holding it could get behind her and start massaging her breasts.
“Oh Eli,” she said and dipped her head back. The man was biting her neck, growling and roughing his hands over her. Her nipples were hard peaks. He thrust her on all fours and Lewis took her deeper, sucking the sexy hard dick.
She came down his throat when the man entered her, but Lewis didn’t stop sucking. Even as the man’s thrusts became harder and threatened to push her out of his mouth. Misha was moaning now.
“Chris, suck on my tits.”
And Chris lay down so he could suck on her bouncing breasts. Misha’s pussy was getting fucked. Her dick sucked and her tits lavished. She became hard in his throat and Lewis was pumping his hips hoping for any stimulation. But Misha was
greedy and enjoying the three men too much to consider that Lewis needed release. His legs were free and he tried to drag Chris over to him, but he was too busy swirling his tongue over Misha who was squirming. This time when she came, she slipped her cock out of his mouth and came on Lewis’s face.
“Please,” Lewis couldn’t believe he was begging.
“Hold him again,” she said, squirting lube up and down her shaft.
They didn’t need to, Lewis was so eager that he would have impaled himself on her. He got on his hands and knees. She sensed his urgency and tossed the whip away. Shoving into him, she ran her palm up his cock.
He grunted as the world tilted. She was hard and filled him like Clark, only sweeter.
“Marry me?” She asked, grabbing his shoulders and settling in to pump him in a slow rhythm.
“Half of everything I own?”
“Forever,” she said.
“Clark will kill me.”
“I can make Clark see reason.” She picked up her pace. He felt her expand inside him.
He choked. “I bet you could.”
“I like how you feel,” she said. “I should have done this long ago.”
“Yes, you damn well should have. Please. Faster.”
She picked up the pace arching her hips into him. “I can’t fuck you and suck you at the same time. Eli sixty nine him.”
Lewis felt Eli’s cock down his throat and then sweet bliss as Eli worked his sensitive cock into his mouth. They sucked on each other, while Misha pounded away. Lewis felt her use the whip on Eli’s ass and it made him moan around his cock. The sound of a hard slap and Eli was coming down his throat. Lewis was so close, but Eli was slowing down. Eli moved off him.
Lewis growled in frustration and Misha grabbed Eli’s head and forced it up and down until the rhythm built up again.
She gritted her teeth. “You are so fucking tight. I’m going to come right into your asshole.”
“God, do it,” he moaned.
“Not until you marry me.”
“Right here?”
“Eli’s an ordained minister.”
Lewis laughed so hard, he began to choke. “I’m going to lose consciousness. For Gods sakes, let me come.”
She pulled Eli’s head up and Lewis’ cock popped out with an audible smack. “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Eli asked.
“I don’t believe this.”
She pulled out.
Lewis screamed and flailed, but he couldn’t get free. His cock throbbed. He was in agony. “I want to be in my wife when I say I do.”
Misha flipped him over and leapt on top of him. Lewis eyes rolled back. Pleasure so intense it was pain. It was like coming home.
“Do you?” Eli asked, rubbing his hand over Misha’s breasts.
“Yes,” Lewis gritted out. “I do.”
“Do you, take him to be your lawfully wedded husband.”
“I have. I did and I do.”
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Misha leaned down and brushed her lips across his once, twice and moaned in his mouth on the third time when he came inside her.
Chapter Twelve
Bethany
BETHANY LAUNCHED HERSELF out of the truck and traveled on the radio waves back to her body. At first she couldn’t figure out how to get back in. What if Vera tried to take over her body while she was out? Would she become the ghost haunting the train station? With that terrifying thought, Bethany crashed back into her body. She felt a thousand pounds heavier and slower than sap down a tree in January. With great effort, she got to her feet. She heard that Clark was going to blow up this place. It seemed like a damned waste just to be vindictive, but that was Clark for you.
People were milling around her, and she felt like a salmon swimming up river.
“Get out.” Bethany’s voice sounded thick to her own ears. “He’s going to bring the ceiling down.”
But no one seemed to be paying her any mind in their attempt at looting whatever they could get their hands on. Gods, she was tired. Her brain felt like scrambled eggs, and it was hard moving her arms and legs to get her outside where the tracks were.
“What happened to you?” Lisa gripped her arm and helping her sit down on the ground.
“What?” Bethany asked.
“Your face. It’s covered in blood.”
“Nosebleed. I get them all the time when I’ve been overdoing it.”
“That was you in the trucks then?” Karen double-checked the harnesses on her horses.
“One of them.”
“We’ve got two Techs?” Lisa smiled and did a little happy dance.
“Not exactly,” Bethany told them Vera’s story.
“That’s how you’re going to wind up, if you’re not careful,” Karen said.
“How’s Lucas?” Bethany suddenly remembered where she had left him and tried to push her way back to her feet.
“He’s healing,” Lisa steadied Bethany. “He’s out like a light. If he stays in the truck while you drive it, he should be fine by morning.”
“I don’t like traveling with the horses at night,” Karen settled into the driver’s seat of the wagon.
“We don’t have much choice. It’s either follow the trucks or fight the nomads on their turf,” Lisa told her, after steadying Bethany who was swaying on her feet. “You’ll light our way with those headlights, right?”
Bethany nodded and then winced as pain poured in from the gesture.
“It’ll be a miracle if the horses don’t step into a rut and break their legs.”
“Vera and I will keep the headlights on the ground and avoid any chewed-up areas.”
“Look on the bright side, if they do, we can eat real good for a few days.” Lisa smiled at her. “Besides, it’s only until the train catches up to us.”
“The train crew has to clear the blocked tracks, fight off the nomads and other ambushers, and fuel up the second steam engine. We’ll be at the Colorado station by that time, if the nomads don’t take us out first,” Karen grumbled.
Bethany hugged them both. “Stay safe. I’ll make sure Lucas is guarded until he’s better.”
“This will all look better in the morning,” Lisa promised.
“That’s easy for you to say. You can just turn into an owl and fly away,” Karen said.
“I won’t leave you.” Lisa gripped Karen’s hand until she nodded at her.
Bethany staggered back to her truck. Clark was nowhere around. He was probably setting the charges. She nodded to his two favorites, Flint and Lynn, and climbed in the back with them.
Lucas was still in his cougar form. When she rested her head on his chest, she could hear his heart beating and feel the rise and fall of his chest with each shallow breath that he took. She held his paw and whispered into his ear.
“Lisa and I are all right. We’re going to Colorado station and getting on a train. We just have to survive the night first.”
Clark poked his head in. “What the hell happened to your face? Lynn, get the Tech some water to clean up with. Flint, give her something to eat.”
Before she could protest, Lynn had doused a handkerchief with water and was scrubbing away at her nose and cheeks. Coughing, Bethany pushed her away.
“I’m okay,” she said, but the headache was starting. It felt like a train roaring into her head, and she was the mountain it was going to run into. She accepted the buttered bread Flint handed her, though, and crammed it in her mouth. Bethany couldn’t believe how empty she felt. It was if she was starving.
“We’re going to follow the train tracks into Colorado,” Clark said, cradling the detonators in his hands.
“No, we’ll follow the roads,” Vera’s voice came over the radio. Linda and Flint seemed a little spooked by it. But Clark just looked annoyed at being interrupted.
“I’ve been talking with the satellite that runs the global positioning system.”
“The what
?” Flint said.
“Tech nonsense,” Lynn said.
“You mean to tell me there is still a satellite orbiting Earth?” Clark said.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Bethany asked.
Static sparked over the radio. “Earth is no longer listening. The satellites are out there, though. They plotted a route for us using the old highways and roads, as best as they could.”
“They’ll be torn-up.” Clark shook his head.
“Not as badly as the terrain. It would be safer for the horses,” Bethany said. She liked the idea of an eye in the sky, even if it would have visibility problems. If Vera could use the satellite to plot a course, they had the advantage of speed.
“I don’t like it,” Clark said. “We’ll be too predictable if we follow a road.”
“No more predictable than following the tracks. What are you really afraid of?” Bethany asked.
“Not afraid. Cautious. Those are toll roads out there.”
“Is this really about money?”
“Lady Tech, it’s always about money. Okay, have it your way. We’ll go by the roads until we either lose a horse, are attacked, or stopped for tolls.”
“And then what?”
“We take it from there.”
“Clark!” Jesse ran up to the electric truck.
“Get in,” he said to her. “We’ll make room.”
“I can’t,” she said, out of breath from her run. “I’m going with the Shifter caravan.”
“Don’t be stupid,” he said. “They’re here to guard our retreat. The Shifters are replaceable.”
“No, they’re not,” Bethany snapped.
“Don’t worry yourself, dear,” he said, then climbed out of the car to talk to Jesse. Bethany tried not to listen, but he wasn’t making an attempt to make the conversation private.
“If I can’t persuade you to come with us”—he pressed a brutal kiss on Jesse’s mouth—“you have to promise me to stay out of danger. We haven’t finished our lessons, you and I.”
“Do you care for me at all?” Jesse asked in a tortured whisper.
Clark frowned at the question. “You have skills that I find useful. I’m not sure where you’re going with this conversation.”
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