by Dante King
“Don’t worry,” Ben said. His cock was so stiff he could hardly think straight. “You’ll have the chance, and I’d like the chance to make you feel good, too.”
She grinned, her smile coy and inviting.
“And he’s a generous lover? Wow, what can’t you do, Ben?”
He wanted to be inside of her like crazy, to watch her body writhe in pleasure underneath him as he rutted into her like a wild animal, but first, he wanted something else. Ben moved himself off the bed and in front of her, kissing Lexi once more and squeezing her breasts, rubbing her tanned nipples. She moaned with pleasure, and he began to travel down, kissing the line of her jaw and the soft curve of her neck.
When she realized what he was getting ready to do, Lexi placed her hands on his shoulders, stopping him.
“I would very, very much like that,” she said, “but…”
“But?” Ben asked.
“You’ve been working so hard today. I can’t in good conscience let you do even more.”
“I don’t view it as work,” he said with a grin.
“Be that as it may, I’ve got an even better idea.”
She guided him into a standing position. Once he was up, she undid his robes and let them drop to his feet. His cock stood out straight, pointing right at Lexi’s pretty face. Standing like that, Ben couldn’t help but imagine her leaning forward and taking him into her mouth.
Instead, she stood, letting her robes fall to the ground. She was totally nude, her lithe, toned body crying out for his attention. She stood with one leg slightly in front of the other, a pose that accentuated her curves.
“Now, lie back.”
“Sure, but only if you say please.”
She chuckled. “Please, lie back. If you make me wait another second to please you, I’m not going to be a happy woman.”
A small smile of anticipation on his face, Ben did as she asked. He moved back further onto the bed, his cock pointing straight up. He watched Lexi, who wore that same teasing smile on her lips, wondering what she had in mind.
He didn’t have to wait for long.
She crawled over Ben, staring mischievously into his eyes before turning her body around so her back was to him. She hovered over him, giving him the most intimate view of her pussy before lowering herself slowly. He glanced down to watch as she opened her mouth, taking his cock into it as she landed gently on top of him.
Despite the fact that her pussy, wet and glistening, was right in front of his face, her lips and tongue felt so good on his cock that all Ben could do was let his arms fall to his side as he savored the feeling of her sucking him. He opened his eyes and looked down, watching her mouth slide up and down his length, her breasts pressing against his belly each time she devoured him.
After a bit of this, she took his cock from her mouth and looked back. “Now, as happy as I am to do this, I was under the impression you were going to be, ah, doing your part.”
“Sorry,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re a little distracting.”
“Happy to distract,” she said with a playful grin before opening her mouth and taking him into it once more.
He gave himself a few moments to enjoy the sensation of her sucking his length, the sight of her stroking him, licking him up and down, occasionally placing her lips on his balls and kissing and sucking them a bit before returning to the rest of him.
Ben then turned his attention to her pussy. He started by teasing her clit with his tongue and spreading her lips open and slipping his fingers into her warm wetness. Down below, Lexi took his cock out of her mouth, sighing with pleasure as he ate her out. Ben reached around, putting both hands on her round, firm ass and squeezing it, his tongue still making slow circles around her clit.
It wasn’t long before Lexi let out an “Oh, God!”, her body shaking as she came. Juices of arousal dripped from her folds, the taste salty and rich. Ben continued to eat her out as Lexi had her orgasm, and when she was done, her chest rising and falling, she sucked him a bit more before sitting up, facing away from him.
“I’d really, really like to make you come with my mouth, Ben,” she said, stroking him as she spoke. “I want to feel your cock throb against my lips. I want to drink every last drop. But… we’re not going to be making any babies that way, now are we?”
“That’s a good point,” Ben said. “Sounds to me like you should turn around and sit on my cock.”
She grinned. “With pleasure.”
Lexi obeyed, raising to her knees and flicking herself around. She lowered herself again, her legs spread over Ben’s prick. He watched as she descended, her pussy taking Ben’s head into it, the rest of his inches vanishing until he was fully buried inside her. Lexi was wet and warm and tight, and with the oral foreplay, it took a bit of concentration for him to not lose control the moment she gripped him.
He groaned, shifting his weight and putting his hands on her hips.
“How does that feel, Ben?” she asked. “Is my body turning you on? Will it take much for you to drain yourself into me?”
“Turning me on like crazy,” he said. “As for the other part, only one way to find out.”
She leaned forward, putting her hands on both sides of his head and letting her breasts hang in his face. Ben craned his neck enough to take the nipple off her right breast into his mouth. It was salty, with just a touch of sweat. She moaned as he sucked her, Ben taking his time with the first breast before moving to the other.
Down below, he watched as she shifted from grinding on top of him to bouncing, his cock plunging into her again and again, the soft flesh of her thighs shaking with each crash. Ben felt himself growing closer and closer to orgasm, and judging by the way Lexi moaned and cried out, he sensed she was getting there, too.
She sat up straight, grabbing his hands and clamping them onto her tits as she rode him like mad.
“Ben, I’m about to come again. W-will you come with me?”
Ben nodded. “Of course.”
She smiled for an instant before the expression of agonized pleasure returned. Lexi let out a silent scream, her body arching back. Her pussy clenched down onto Ben’s cock, gripping it so tightly there was no chance of him resisting the orgasm he’d been holding back for another minute. He grunted hard, his cock erupting inside of her.
The pleasure was incredible, and Ben gripped Lexi’s ass as she came so hard he worried he might hurt her. As if there was any doubt Lexi was coming, she let out the shrill cry of a hawk, like she’d totally lost control of her animal side. Their orgasms rose and fell, and when they were done, Lexi collapsed on top of him.
“That was wonderful, Ben,” she said with a warm smile.
The fatigue caught up to Ben with such intensity that all he could do was nod before the darkness of sleep took him away.
Chapter 23
Ben awoke to a sound that, at first, he couldn’t make out. He opened his eyes slowly. Bright light poured in through the tall windows of the bedroom. He rolled over and saw the sky was blue. The thick smoke from The One’s industry was gone.
Another sound, an explosion, brought him fully back to the waking world. Ben shot up and looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. As he looked around, he spotted an egg off to the side of the room, the color of the shell a burnt orange.
Lexi… where is she?
Ben had slept so deeply that it almost felt as if he’d been out for weeks instead of just one day.
As tired as he was, the sight of Lexi striding in from the balcony totally nude was more than enough to bring him back. Lexi’s lean toned body was just as stunning, just as mouthwatering, in the warm light of morning as it had been last night. While his cock twitched to life at the sight of her, he put all that aside when he noticed the focused expression on her face and the intensity with which she moved around the room.
“Ben, we’re under attack.” She grabbed the robe she’d worn last night just before their lovemaking and threw it on, covering her body.
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As soon as she’d said the words, however, thoughts of sex vanished from Ben’s mind.
“What? From who?”
Lexi opened one of the wardrobes and searched around inside. She pulled out a pair of black pants made of rugged leather, along with a slim, white shirt and a pair of underwear made of linen. She tossed them to Ben, and he put the clothes on as quickly as he could.
He knew the answer to the question as soon as he gave it a moment of thought.
“The Black Army,” he said.
She nodded. “Them and… someone else. They’ve moved through the former slave camps, burning whatever equipment was still in working order. From what I saw from the balcony, they’re making their way through the perimeter with ease. Almost as if…”
“Someone’s helping them,” Ben said. “I need to get down there, now.”
Lexi nodded. “The kin at the perimeter are holding the line for now, but this all happened so quickly—I was up only moments before you when I’d heard the first sounds of battle.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to see to the front lines. You spread the word in the tower that I want Melody and Zito and all the rest out front behind the lines. From there, we’ll mount a counterattack.”
She nodded. “I don’t know how much I like you rushing into the fray all on your own.”
Ben flashed her a smirk. “That’s what I do best, and besides—we’ll be fighting at one another’s side before too long.”
“You’re right about that. I’m going to be out there with you as soon as I rally the others.” She looked away, as if something was on her mind that she didn’t know how to say.
Without a word, she hurried over to Ben, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him into a kiss. Her lips lingered on his for several delicious moments, the kiss wonderful enough that it almost made him forget about the battle raging down below.
“That,” he said, a small smile taking hold of his lips, “is a nice way to start the day.”
“Too bad about the whole ‘Black Army’ invasion,” she said. “I’d be happy to start your day in a more… engaging way.”
“Maybe when we’re all done down below,” he said. “Because after last night…”
She winked. “We’ll talk about it more when the battle’s won. Or, maybe not so much talking as other things. Good luck, Ben.”
“Good luck.”
They kissed one more time before Ben hurried over to grab his sword and stepped into a pair of boots before rushing out onto the balcony. He stood at the edge and looked down.
There was no doubt a battle was on. The monsterkin formed a circle around the tower, the three paths running from the forests clogged with the unmistakable midnight-colored armor of the Black Army. The attackers were in neat lines, archers behind them preparing to fire volleys of arrows.
The kin were tired and disorganized. Ben knew they would need assistance as soon as possible, or it was entirely possible they’d be overwhelmed. The last thing Ben wanted was to be in a siege situation in a region he didn’t control.
How the hell did they know when to attack? he thought. I might’ve expected them here in a couple of days, but not this soon.
Ben pushed the matter out of his head, knowing it was a useless question to sort out until the battle was over. He looked up at the forest, spotting the massive elephant-like animals that The One had used as beasts of burden. There was a half-dozen or so within a half-mile of the tower. As Ben regarded them, an idea formed.
He closed his eyes and shifted into his bird form, taking flight off the balcony and sailing over the battle. He dove down, down, the wind rushing through his feathers. As he grew closer to the Black Army soldiers, he saw them nocking their arrows. One of the soldiers in front spotted Ben and began waving his arms frantically at the archers, catching their attention and pointing to him as he flew.
Good, Ben thought. Shoot at me, not the kin.
The archers pointed up and loosed. Ben knew he needed to do something—there were enough archers that the odds were good at least one arrow might find him. He decided to take a chance. Ben closed his eyes and shifted back into his human form, turning his body to face the cloud of arrows that flew toward him.
He began to fall, but not quickly enough that the arrows would miss him completely. He summoned Force Wave, casting a sweeping rush of energy that deflected the closest arrows and sent them flying this way and that. Some turned to tumble toward the ground, a few of the archers panicking and running into the forest to take cover.
It blasted him out of the way of the remaining.
When Ben was certain he was safe, he shifted back into his hawk form and continued in the direction he’d been traveling. He flew as fast as he could toward the nearest elephant-like beast. The closer he was, the more detail he could make out. They were strange creatures, three stories tall and striking Ben as a combination of an elephant and hippo—but with the ability to stand on two feet and use their front paws as grasping fists.
Ben didn’t want to get too close—he didn’t know what they were capable of, exactly. When he was near enough, one of the animals stood up on its hind legs and reached forward, trying to snatch Ben out of the sky. Ben pivoted, the monster’s hand grasping nothing but air.
It had been a close call, but he achieved his goal—he’d captured the monster’s attention. The beast, when it realized it hadn’t managed to snatch Ben from the sky, raised itself up on its hind legs and let out a bellowing cry. The noise alerted the other beasts, who responded by standing up in the same way and letting out roars of their own.
The noise was deafening. Ben ignored it as best he could and pulled a half loop in the sky to face toward where the army was located. He glanced back as he flew, watching as the beasts lumbered from where they’d been resting and started toward the woods after him. They moved with surprising speed for their sizes, Ben finding himself flapping as hard as he could just to keep ahead of the pack.
Soon he was close enough to spot the Black Army once more. The commander at the head gestured his sword in Ben’s direction, marshalling the archers for another volley. The archers complied, nocking their arrows, taking aim, and launching. Ben dove down as hard as he could, nearly touching the tops of the enormous trees. He tilted his head up to watch as the arrows sailed over him and in the direction of the beasts.
The arrows hit home, but, just as Ben had hoped, the arrows did little more than annoy the beasts—and turn their attention onto the Black Army.
Ben pulled a hard right, soaring away and letting the beasts focus their attention on the army. They roared, stomping through the trees and closing in. When they reached the Black Army, they didn’t stop running, stomping through the lines of soldiers and into the trees on the other side of them. When they reached the trees, they turned and roared again, the half-dozen animals then grabbing individual troops from the ground and tossing them into the distance.
As Ben flew, he spotted something among the remaining Black Army divisions—men and women wearing strange, colorful clothing. At first, he was confused. Why would anyone wear such things to battle?
In an instant, he realized who they were—The One’s inner circle. It didn’t take a tactically brilliant mind to realize what had happened. Some of the inner circle had snuck out of the tower, linked up with the Black Army in the region, and led an attack against the tower. With the beasts wreaking havoc, Ben knew their plan wasn’t going as they’d expected.
He turned toward the circle of kin defending the tower, flying low and shifting back into his human form to land. From where he stood, he could see the beasts raging in the distance, stomping through squads of Black Army soldiers and shattering their front lines.
The kin, while holding the line, seemed unsure of how to fight back. No doubt they were still worn out and exhausted from the previous days’ events, despite the bit of rest they’d gotten.
Ben was ready to command. From his flight, he saw that there had been three
formations moving against the tower—one in each path leading to it. One of them was being decimated by the elephant-like beasts.
“Kin!” he shouted, snapping them to attention. “Take aim! We’ll break each attack formation one-by-one!”
He pointed toward the formation on the right. Through the trees he spotted the colorful clothing of The One’s aristocrats. Rage boiled inside of him, knowing they were so confident in their plan that they didn’t even bother to change their clothing.
Focus on the battle. Their time will come.
“Archers!” he shouted. “Take aim!”
The kin did as he asked, the archers grabbing the motley collection of bows they’d brought with them and nocking their arrows.
“Loose!”
The kin launched, the arrows zipping through the air and landing in the mass of troops. Ben watched as dozens of soldiers dropped, what looked like black puddles forming as the troops dropped into heaps.
“Aim!” he shouted.
They complied.
“Loose!”
More arrows flew, landing in the same formation. Troops fell, and by the time he could survey the damage, Ben saw that nearly half the formation had been taken out.
“Next!” he said, sweeping his hand toward the remaining intact group of soldiers.
The kin did as he commanded, nocking their arrows and waiting for the command to launch.
Ben smiled slightly, taking a moment to note that these kin could very well form a decent army.
“Loose!”
The archers launched, taking down more of the Black Army soldiers. This formation had been ready, not wasting a moment before their commander issued them forward, the soldiers rushing toward the ring of kin. The first formation was still grappling with the attack from the beasts, and the second had been ravaged by the arrow strikes.
Ben saw an opportunity. He commanded the rightmost portion of his forces, the ones nearest to the arrow-slaughtered remains of the second formation, to break from the ring around the tower and assault the troops as they tried to recover from the arrow attacks.