The Big Waste (After-Skirmish Book 1)

by C. W. Ashley

“Humans…always hunt Fenreer, Sil cannot hide Fenreer in bright moon, so Sil is hunted,” Sil explained as best as she could.

  Iggy ran a hand through his soaked hair in thought. “You’re a werewolf,” Iggy said flatly.

  Sil locked eyes with Iggy as she submerged herself in the water down to the neck as if to confirm. “So, what are you going to do now? Anywhere there are humans there will be hunters, and the more you escape them the higher the bounty will be. I almost couldn’t protect you this morning.”

  Sil began scrubbing a shoulder with her claws. It looked painful, but her skin was so strong it had the effect of a rough loofah sponge. She looked up at the dark sky as if she barely listened to Iggy’s concerns before speaking. “Sil has home, Nishin moves home fast, home will save Sil and Nishin. Nothing else to think about,” Sil declared with calm confidence.

  Despite her limited vocabulary, she sure has a way with words.

  Iggy’s rational risk-assessing mind was quickly overpowered by the romantic idea of dashing through the wastes with reckless abandon with nothing but his beautiful werewolf companion and his beloved vehicle. It was so simple but so alluring. It was freedom.

  “Nothing else to think about…” Iggy quietly repeated back to her while she dived underwater for more washing.

  “She’s got a nice body, I can see why you were so desperate to save her now,” Clarissa said, emerging from the shadows.

  Iggy looked up to see the tall vampire landlady standing over him, her voice was a sneer but her face wore a gentle grin. She was happy to finally be out of the backseat and stretching her legs after a short but pleasant nap.

  She sat down next to Iggy near the edge of the lake and removed her duster coat before outstretching her arms with a yawn. Her large breasts rose and fell with her stretch, sitting comfortably in her loose olive-green tank top. Clarissa noticed Iggy noticing and she smirked.

  “Do I say ‘Good-Morning’ or ‘Good-Night’?” Iggy scoffed before returning her smile.

  “You say ‘thank the Waste-Gods we aren’t too far behind schedule or the Landlady would have shot me in the face’, Crasher.”

  “We doing good for time? I’ve been cruising at about 170. Blockgain can do a lot faster but I didn’t want to wake either of you.”

  Clarissa bared her fangs with a wicked grin.

  “Wanted me rested and recharged Crasher? Energized?”

  She moved her hand over his leg before pulling him in for a deep kiss by his shoulders. Iggy was surprised but had no intention of pulling away from it. Their tongues coiled hungrily until a deep low growling interrupted them. Iggy snapped his head towards the sound to see a freshly-clean, snarling Sil, halfway out of the water with her eyes fixed on Clarissa. Someone she had never seen before now.

  “Sil! It’s alright, calm down,” Iggy said with a slight panic, pulling off of Clarissa and standing up in one motion.

  Clarissa held a very confident smirk as she discreetly reached into her duster pocket and grabbed her trusty pistol, pulling the hammer back behind her.

  “Enjoy your bath, puppy? How about some lead biscuits?” Clarissa hissed with deadly intent.

  “Clarissa, no!” Iggy ordered with the most commanding tone he could muster before stepping in between Sil and Clarissa with his palms up.

  Clarissa rose to her feet and took a few steps back, her black and gold automatic pistol swaying by her side. Iggy took note of it before walking closer towards Sil, blocking any possible bullet path with his body.

  “Sil, this is Clarissa, she was the voice in the backseat, remember? Just before you fell asleep you heard her.”

  “Rissa...was in house? Rissa take house?” Sil growled with growing volume.

  “No, she’s just traveling with me. I’m taking her somewhere, using the house to move her, yes?” Iggy said.

  Sil’s pale eyes flicked between Iggy and Clarissa as she processed the information. Her wet body glistened in the evening light, with her heavy breathing lifting her bare chest in a hypnotic rhythm. Iggy had no idea how she would react but her appearance had his heart racing and his vision unfocused, staying calm was impossible.

  “Sil hungry. Fish in water,” Sil grumbled.

  The naked werewolf launched in the air backward from a standing jump to dive back into the lake. Her form perfect upon re-entry into the ravine, followed by a graceful ripple after the splash. Iggy exhaled with relief before turning back to Clarissa, who was still gingerly swinging her designer pistol back and forth. She licked her fangs and stepped towards Iggy.

  “Cute. Now, where were we?” she said before clasping her lips around his for another deep lusty kiss.

  The recent series of events perplexed Iggy but the sedative-like quality of her powerful tongue made him too weak to question. Before he knew it, the Landlady was dragging him back to the car, stripping him of his clothes as they frantically kissed while walking.

  “I’m going to fuck you into the car floor, Ignition. Hope the suspension can take it,” Clarissa teased ravenously.

  Iggy responded by gripping her buttocks with a new intensity and used the grapple to guide her into the car from the rear. By the time they scrambled in the front seat, both of their pants were halfway off, exposing the eager lower regions to each other once again.

  The Vampire began by running her cold fingers under his shirt, before lifting it up to press her lips against his quivering chest. Iggy gently cupped Clarissa's face in his hands as she made her way to his navel, letting her hefty bosom press into his groin. Iggy lifted her vest off in one motion and let his fiercely hot erection nuzzle itself between her cool breasts.

  “You like that, Crasher? Do they feel soft and smooth on you?” Clarissa hummed as she pushed her female flesh around him with each hand.

  “Cla...rissa...ah…”

  Iggy panted while writhing, rhythmically thrusting upwards, his tip just grazing the chin of his vampiric mistress.

  “Careful, daredevil, don’t let that go too early,” Clarissa said as she slowly pulled herself away from his penis, placing a small kiss on its head before crawling towards him.

  “I want you, Landlady…I want you now...” Iggy said as she was preparing his rigid organ for entry, climbing over him excitedly to straddle in the front seat.

  Even with Sil back in his life, he was no less attracted to Clarissa. It wasn’t just her body; he liked her commanding-but-lurid voice. He liked her long hanging pink hair and her single cat-like eye that seemed to probe him as he spoke to her.

  Her advanced age seemed like a poor joke. He cognitively believed her claim but couldn’t see an 88-year-old in her neat, appealing face. She certainly didn’t fornicate like a senior person either. She wailed in pleasure, gripping her breasts while throwing her head back, mouth wide with vampire fangs on full display. Leaving Iggy to have to trust that she had truly given up on blood while being pinned underneath her.

  She was attempting to drain fluids from him in a different sense.

  Knowing that her strength was diminished due to abstinence from blood left him to wonder in mild horror how strong she really could be during sex. It was already somewhat painful having her forceful hips slam into his pelvis, and he still got the feeling she was restraining herself a little. But above all else, her skin was still cold, unnaturally cold in the body-heat roasted car that Iggy sweat in. But he had no time to question, he leaned into her long torso to get a mouthful of her breasts while approaching climax.

  “Crasher! You’re close? Fill me up! Cum inside!” Clarissa gasped in between panting breaths.

  Just like before, a really big deal for her…but why?

  Iggy had no time to fully contemplate it as his prickly orgasm surged through him, seizing his body viciously as he expelled his heated solution inside of her while groaning with severe pleasure. He managed to look up at her delighted face, past her huge breasts to see her golden pupil dilating. Her open mouth stretched wider than a normal human should be capable of as if she was about t
o feed.

  But once again the strange after effect kicked in. Her hard, cold body began to warm up, slowly, like the roast of a campfire on a chilly night. Her temperature didn’t quite match the standard human heat post-coitus, but it was significant enough to be noticed.

  “That was a good load, just the kick I needed,” Clarissa said while climbing off of Iggy’s lap abruptly.

  Iggy, too fatigued to pull his pants up, lay in his seat slightly shocked at her dismissive tone and departure from intimacy.

  “That really means a lot to you? When guys er...finish inside you?” Iggy asked.

  Clarissa smirked while buttoning up her pants, her eye telling a tale of elation and amusement. “Well it wakes me up, decent buzz,” she said curtly.

  “You mean the sex does? I’m talking about the finishing-inside-you part.”

  “I’m talking about your spunk, Crasher. It’s like a shot of espresso, nice when I wake up,” she scoffed.

  What the fuck? Espresso?!

  Pulling her tank top back on she sat sideways on the passenger seat. Leaning her back against the car window and shaking her head like a concerned teacher, but with a half-cocked grin as if she were in on some clever joke. Iggy finally lifted his pants around his waist, with an expression knowing he wouldn’t like what he heard next.

  “Ha, I guess you fell asleep last night before I could tell you. Human semen stimulates me when I absorb it. Feels nice too,” Clarissa said with a smirk.

  “Absorb? Do I even want to know how that works?” Iggy exclaimed, visibly cringing.

  “Crasher, I don’t drink blood. But Vampires naturally crave all human fluids; tears, sweat, saliva...all of it kicks our hormones into gear, whets our appetites to feed. Blood is the only true sustenance, but there's nothing like a hot human load getting me to feel very alive for a few minutes.” Clarissa’s eye widened with desire as she spoke.

  Which is why she warms up after, it’s like she tricks her body into thinking she's feeding.

  “So, you’re milking me for a quick buzz, what about the...sex?” Iggy uttered, trying to hide his feelings of insecurity.

  Clarissa threw her head back and began cackling wildly before forcing herself to stop and finally met Iggy’s hurt gaze.

  “Oh well, I mean my clit still works if that’s what you’re asking. You are okay for a human, I guess... maybe even above average. I just usually prefer mutants for the because of the size,” Clarissa said while running her foot up Iggy’s leg. “So, want to go again?”

  “No!” Iggy shouted while pushing her leg away from him and pulling his jacket back on.

  “Squeeze your next fix out of a sperm bank or something! I didn’t want this! I wanted...I mean...I thought.”

  “What?” Clarissa snapped. “You thought I was going to make my hired driver my new pet lover? Did you want to take me on a romantic walk through the barren wasteland and hold my hand? Should I pump out a few dhampir kids for you Crasher?”

  Iggy was filled with embarrassment, the blood rushing around his head made his face feel itchy with shame. His throat jammed and he could muster no sounds other than a pathetic grumble as Clarissa continued with her lashing rant.

  “No wonder you’re in love with that Fuck-Puppy in the water out there. She doesn’t have enough of a grasp of human language to tell you anything you don’t want to hear. Humans have sex for gratification, you’re in no position to bitch when a vampire takes what she wants!” Clarissa said while leaning forward, her face twisting into a cruel sneer. “So, if you can’t muster your average dick for a second-round you can either eat me out or fuck off.”

  Iggy sat there stunned as if he had just been hit in the chest with a shotgun blast, all confidence seeped out of him rapidly like his last breaths from such a wound. His defiant stare transformed into a series of awkward floor glances. With a heavy breath, he opened the door of his car.

  “I’ll go check on Sil,” he muttered quietly before leaving Clarissa in the vehicle. Almost feeling like he wasn’t worthy to sit in the Blockgain after what he heard.

  Clarissa exhaled and let her feelings of disrespect and irritation leave her. After a few minutes, she grabbed her communicator and tried to call Grady, only to be met with a busy signal. She was slightly concerned that he hadn’t called her yet, considering it had been over 7 hours from when she left.

  “I hope Cook’s boys are behaving themselves…” Clarissa muttered to herself before pulling out a pre-skirmish Cigarillo to smoke.

  Back outside Iggy paced around the edge of the lake, watching Sil as she repeatedly dived into the water. Catching a large mutant piranha to eat in two or three bites only to dive back in and catch another.

  Iggy’s low mood was countered by the simple amusement of Sil throwing discarded piranha bones toward him as a gesture of leftovers. As a dozen mostly devoured fish carcasses collected around his feet, Iggy considered what Clarissa had told him about Sil, and wondered how much truth there was in her words regarding his relationship with her.

  Sil has always been honest, I think honesty is all she knows, but what do I know? I’ve only known her a day.

  Sil’s lithe but powerful body surged out of the water like a hidden missile, splashing Iggy quite a bit and bringing his thoughts back to the real world swiftly. She held a wriggling predator fish roughly the same length of his barbed wire bat and bit into it, taking a huge chunk out with every chomp.

  “Nishin, eat!” she yapped happily while holding the longfish to his face.

  Does she expect me to eat it out of her hand? It’s raw too…

  “Ah no, Sil, I’m not hungry,” Iggy lied with his hands up. “But you go ahead. We should get moving again soon though, it’s starting to get pretty dark.”

  Sil engulfed the rest of her fresh catch with three bites before leaving its bones in the pile with the piranha remains. Her eyes locked on to Iggy as she stepped closer towards him and began to sniff around his torso. He didn’t even bother recoiling, he was curious.

  What now?

  In one motion she dropped to her knees and pressed her face into Iggy’s crotch, taking larger huffing sniffs, making a curious guttural noise in the process.

  “What the hell, Sil?” Iggy said while stepping back. Although he wasn’t fully rested, he became hard instantly at the feeling of her hot breath at his groin, combined with the sight of a naked Sil on her knees again. Sil rose to her feet, with her bright eyes peering deep into his.

  “Nishin...push?” She asked while tilting her head to glance at the Blockgain Chaser behind them. “Nishin...push with Rissa?”

  Iggy felt an immediate invasion of privacy, which was followed very quickly by embarrassment for feeling private at all. He awkwardly pulled back, not being able to muster a clear answer.

  What the hell did you expect Ignition? To keep it a secret from both of them in the same car?

  Before he could blurt out a non-answer, Sil’s face had shifted from a nonchalant gaze to a primal snarl. Her deep growling sounded like a small volcano bubbling up before eruption. Her pale eyes were quickly forming a blood-red outline, and her neck and shoulders were bulging with raw muscle. Iggy wondered if his lack of response angered her, right before realizing she wasn’t looking at him, but behind him.

  Turning around slowly, he heard it before he saw it. A gurgling clicking sound, somehow an even lower pitch than Sil’s growl, along with the sloshing slick sound of wet mud. He couldn’t see it perfectly clear at night, but he instantly recognized the creature standing only 3 feet from him and Sil.

  Krokadilikus...here?!

  Chapter 17: Food Chains

  Standing on its rear legs at 9 feet tall, and covered in midnight black scales, the mutant crocodile ‘Krokadilikus’ is one of the most feared predators in the Big Waste. Not only for its ridiculous size and strength, but it’s cunning and stealth. Usually moving almost-silently through thick mud and water.

  Iggy had seen them from afar once before, being used as obstacles for
a swamp-based death run. A hazard for any car that crashed or slowed down too much in the drudge, a fully grown Krokadilikus would rip the doors off any vehicle and snatch the driver in its jaws within seconds. Its eyes shine a medium blue that glows in the dark, and alongside many jagged teeth, its long mouth would hold a long sticky purple tongue. Despite being a warped product of post-skirmish mutation, the massive reptile had a ferociously impressive look, like a work of horrific art, come to life.

  So silent. Snuck up on me and Sil, using mud to mask its scent. Clever animal.

  The Krok had its eyes fixed on Sil, sizing her up. Although it was literally double her size, it recognized her as a predator, holding still and carefully reading her moves out of savage respect. Iggy was in petrified awe at the living embodiment of wasteland death towering over him, trying to figure out his next action. He was armed, but he knew his nail-bat would be useless against the scaled armor of the Krok. He was tempted to draw his revolver and fire, but at this range, the huge reptile would snap off his head and shoulders before he could pull the trigger. Sil made the decision for them, howling like battle horn before charging right at the black reptile, like a silver cannonball fired at close range.

  The impact of the tackle sounded like a small car collision, the explosive super-strength of a werewolf smashing into the thick hide of a mega-predator nearly made Iggy drop his revolver. Circling away with his gun drawn he prepared to back up Sil anyway he could. The Krok violently tangled with Sil in the mud, too close to bite or scratch but strong enough to nullify and counter her attempts to wrestle into a top position. Sil managed to lash out with her claws twice, but only for them to glance off the Krok’s tough skin. The combined hissing, barking, growling and gnashing of both predators was enough to scare off any other living creature within 30 feet. Iggy being the lone exception, now locked in place by adrenaline and fear.

  He tried to aim his heavy gun, but could not get a clear shot at the Krok as it writhed with Sil. He wanted to save her but knew he needed help.

  “Clarissa!!!, There’s a Krokadilikus out here!!” Iggy screamed at the car.