She cried out, arching beneath him, fingers reaching for his horns, which she squeezed and jacked as her pussy milked his cock.
Dropping down over her, he nuzzled her neck, dragging his open mouth over her skin before biting her shoulder. “Mine.”
“Ours,” Laake corrected.
“That’s what I meant,” he mumbled, barely able to form words. “Mine is yours. Always.”
Granit and Laake rumbled a sound of both approval and hunger as they nudged him off Eslyn and positioned her on her belly, with her head at one edge of the hover disk for Granit’s cock, her ass spread wide for Laake’s.
He watched in bleary-eyed contentment as his brothers rode his female—their female—to yet another peak of pleasure. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, the rest would be easy. Forming a family, adopting the children, taking back Zandia—all of it. Eslyn was the missing piece of the puzzle piece for him. His life had been focused on making sure Laake and Granit were happy, but something had been missing. And now he knew what—their female.
As his brothers and female collapsed, satisfied, on the hover disk, the males arranged their bodies protectively around her. Granit and Laake on either side, Damon on the end, where he could watch the door.
Nothing malevolent would ever touch their female again.
Not when she had them.
The End
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A Short Story Set in the World of The Machinery of Desire Series
Chapter One
As she ran and weaved, explosions shuddered the ground under her boots. Blue skidded to a halt, heaving in air and looking back. No one followed. The climb down the hull of the giant landship had been mildly perilous. The invading Scav warriors had left ropes and she could’ve descended the ancient metal blindfolded, but she hadn’t been sure who might decide to shoot at her. Once or twice, bullets had spanged off the hull next to her, their spiraling trajectories marked by tendrils of sparkling cerulean dust.
Apart from that... she was fine.
Little mechling robots had scampered over the hull, repairing, thinking robot thoughts she caught glimpses of in her mind. Harmless critters.
Another explosion rocked the earth. Spent shrapnel and dirt flicked her cheek.
With rockets and guns, the attacking Scavs blasted the sky-towering landships and the soldiers spilling from them. Plumes of black and orange smoke twisted skyward from wrecked trucks and aircraft. The Mekkers had launched some flying vehicles that swooped through the smoke firing at the Scavs. No doubt they’d fire at her too, if they saw her, and guessed she was escaping.
“Crazy fuckers.” She coughed, recovering. Fit as she might have been, being kept a slave on the Mekker landship, being drained of precious blood, not allowed to exercise, meant the sprint had exhausted her.
She’d stolen pants and shirt from a dying Mekker she’d stumbled over in a corridor on the way to the landing bay. Her collar marked her as a slave... ex-slave. That collar, plus wearing the flimsy clothes they gave slaves, would’ve drawn attention. She’d draped another shirt about her neck.
Sweat pouring across her eyes, Blue jogged past abandoned trucks. Some were burning. Bodies were strewn about. A glimpse of dashboard told her she could read the labels. The languages the Mekkers had force-taught her had stuck.
She still wasn’t sure how to drive anything here.
Wasn’t sure of anything at all on this misbegotten world.
Why did they grab her?
Getting home again was a goal she’d work toward, somehow. First, get away, be free. Figure out how this collar attached. It pulled at her skin, reminded her that a tube was stuck inside her—just so they could get at her blood. Her lip curled. Fuck them. Hopefully these Scavs would crap all over them.
They were losing though, far as she could tell.
She wanted to go back and chuck a nuke under the landship. Watch it fall, crumble. There were thousands living in there but almost none were worth spit.
The rolled-up cuffs of her pants dragged in the dirt and she had to periodically yank on the pants so she could run.
A grove of trees lay ahead. Blue picked her way through and a ravine opened up. She followed the slope. The battle sounds faded. At the least, she could hide here, for a while.
She paced onward, trying to settle her breathing, listening for others.
She needed a weapon and a way to travel that wasn’t just running. The stolen boots made her feet ache.
Then she turned a corner and found men facing her, waiting, as if they’d heard her coming.
These weren’t Mekkers.
These fair-haired warriors would be Scavs and they carried an arsenal of pretty-colored rifles. A few smiled but without much change in expression; the rest simply stared.
No surprise showed on their faces—they’d definitely heard her coming. Then she heard footsteps behind her.
She swallowed past a tight throat. “Hi.”
“Human,” one man croaked, then he spat. “The bright hair.”
“Blue hair and fingernails?” another ventured, his froggy smile threatening to split his face. He advanced a step or two, as did others.
“Yeah. The portal did that. Coming here.” She shrugged, her gaze darting from one man to the next, despite knowing it made her look anxious. “Except it grabbed onto my hair dye and now I look like a doll with a bad hairdresser on crack.” She chuckled. Fuck, she should be running, but she wasn’t sure they wouldn’t shoot her in the back.
She retreated.
“I’m not your enemy.” These were the enemies of her enemy and that was supposed to be good, but they didn’t look at all fucking friendly. Was anyone on this stupid world her friend?
They levelled weapons at her.
Blue splayed out her fingers. Don’t shoot! She counted how many were in front of her, smiling, and not smiling. Four. And one behind her.
“Lie down, girl.”
There was the answer to her question. Not friendly. Panic mode kicked in, skittering through her and singing la la la to her brain. Fuck. What do I do? What. Do I do?
Cautiously, she went to hands and knees, though her brain screamed at her not to.
She couldn’t outrun bullets.
As they surrounded her, she waited, knees trembling. A muzzle poked her side.
“Down. Flat!”
She went flat, to her stomach. Without warning, they grabbed her hands and began to tie her wrists together. A boot landed on the small of her back—she thought the foot belonged to the man who’d poked her. With her head to the side, because her courage had been whirlpooled into a black hole, she wasn’t certain.
This wasn’t what was supposed to happen when she ran.
“Look at that ass.” Hands pulled and wriggled her stolen pants, then her panties, to her ankles and beyond, dropped them aside.
She tensed, dreading their next move.
“You’re not doing her here. We have to leave.”
She crammed shut her eyes. Dirt under her cheek, men’s boots all around her. No way to get out of this. The battle noises lessened.
The men stilled, as if listening.
“We do, but she’s human. You’ve heard wha
t I have. She’ll make your cock explode like no other girl.”
“Explode?” Another man snorted. “We can all fuck her once we get clear and safe, then we’ll test that out.”
“Or sell her. This ass...” the boot rocked her, “is worth a year’s take.”
“Truly? Fucked or unfucked?”
Speak. Nothing to lose. If she said nothing... These men were an avalanche going downhill.
“Please.” A whisper. Begging made her feel nauseous, but what else could she do? “I’m not your enemy.” Blue twisted her head and stared at the guy with the boot on her back. “I’m theirs.”
“What?”
“The Mekkers. I’m their enemy. I hate them. They sucked out my blood. They brought me here from my world without asking me. They kept me as a slave. I hate them.”
Tears dribbled from her eyes. She blinked them back.
“Everyone does,” he drawled. “But you’re a pretty human and you’re going to make my cock explode.” He looked away. “Let’s go.”
“Wait!”
“Shut up.” He stomped on her and knocked the air from her lungs.
Shocked, she almost choked at the unfairness, the awfulness.
Twenty-eight days since they pulled her here through the portal, but already she knew it all. She knew the language and who to hate: everyone. Who to run from: everyone. And she knew she would never get used to this world of Aerthe.
They dragged her to her feet and took her to a truck—a battered, grimy thing the color of a dead toad. They dumped in the back, heaved her legs in, tied them. A new man appeared at the rim of the ravine.
Purple long gun in hand, his hair a dark halo, he was big enough to eclipse a good part of sky. He scowled at her new enemies.
“Where are you going with her?” he asked, half-staggering, half-jumping down the embankment.
By then Boot Guy had his hand between her legs. He snatched away his hand and grabbed his gun, slid from the back of the truck, lining up with the other four to face the newcomer.
“She’s ours, Sassik.”
“What’re you doing with her?” The man’s shoulder-length curls were in stark contrast to the purple beauty of his gun. A kid with crayons couldn’t have done better. Were those flowers on the muzzle? What the fuck was she thinking? Her situation was dire. They were all distracted. Which had to be good?
Boot Guy shrugged.
Her ankle ropes seemed loose. She wriggled and felt them slip, pulled out a foot, slowly inched away until she could crawl her back up the seat behind her.
Fuck, they knew each other. She tried to worm her hands loose. Now was a good time to dive into the driver’s seat and drive away. Her wrists were hurting from the cords rubbing on skin, but she kept twisting them.
“Hi, Boda. So you’ve what...? Caught a Mekker blood slave? Selling her?”
“Sure are. After we all fuck her a few hundred times.”
“Don’t you think she’d be better sold unfucked? You’ll tear her open if you all do her like that.”
Boda scoffed. “Doubt it. I’d offer you a piece but... no. No hard feelings but friendship only goes so far.”
Crouching, Blue thought of wriggling over the seat and trying to drive, using her teeth to drive. Desperation fed her imagination. As if. Nothing gave and her wrists burned more than ever. She sat again and managed to worm her hands across her ass then to the front of her body, threading out one leg at a time. Now she had a chance. The advantages of being a gymnast.
She flopped over into the driver’s seat and stared at the unfamiliar dials, buttons, pedals. The steering wheel was a half circle. How did you start this thing?
“I don’t want a piece of her, Boda. I’m chaste since my family died.”
Someone grunted. “Good. Then we’re done.”
“No, we are not.” Sassik sighed.
Even she froze. There was a world-weary resignation in that sigh and it shook her. Violence was imminent. Blue wasn’t sure how she read that from a sigh.
If they shot at each other she’d get caught in the crossfire.
She pressed a pedal and grabbed the half-wheel. Pressed a button. Nothing happened. Eyes wide, she stared at the console, smacked the wheel thing, then went from dial to button to switch. Which goddamned button started this thing?
Chapter Two
It was true he’d been chaste since his wife and son died of the plague. It was true that he, Sassik, should not be bothering these men. Except, he also knew what Boda was capable of, no matter how calm he seemed.
He was too tired for this and should’ve walked by.
People were likely to get shot.
If he were being truthful, her naked ass when she squirmed over into the driver’s position had sparked his interest. The five fools hadn’t noticed, being too intent on the threat he posed.
Fine. He hefted his long gun.
“You know me, Boda. This is not worth arguing over.”
Boda inclined his head. “I know you.” The other men shifted their feet.
“It can go like this. I pay you everything I own, or I shoot, you shoot, men get torn up, I walk away with her anyway, if bloodied.” He paused. That none of them leapt into action was telling. His reputation was having an effect.
“You want to pay us what?” Boda smiled thinly. “Why?”
A short blond man with an eyelid scar began, “Boda, I want to fu—”
“Quiet. Go on, Sassik. Why?”
“Truth is easy. I’m done with this chaos.” He shrugged, and indicated the battleground with a chin jerk. “I’ve no family. Our esteemed leader, Osta, has vanished. The future bothers me. I’m going to the Chasm to find guidance. Money...” he grimaced, “doesn’t concern me anymore. I’ll give you the password to my vault at Inuka and you know I’m good for over ten K worth. You can buy a lot with that. Only thing I want is her and this truck.”
“The truck too?” Boda’s forehead furrowed but he smirked and looked down.
In a time past, that look away would’ve had Sassik attacking. Not today. Even so, his hands were ready to smack in someone’s skull with the good end of his long gun, Leassa.
“The truck too. It’s not yours anyway. You can find others here more easily than I can with a girl in tow.” There was another thing he could sweeten the deal with. “If you want to fuck a human, there’s one in the grounder town of Manua.” His money would pay for that a thousand times over.
“Manua? Huh. All you’ve saved for years?”
“Except the coin I have on me.”
“In blood. Sign the password in blood and we have a deal. Correct?”
Three others agreed, one by one.
“Fuck,” the short man muttered and spat. Another man scowled at him. “I guess though, sure.”
“Deal. I’ll sign in blood. Excuse me.” The truck’s engine roared and the vehicle jerked forward.
Boda slewed around and spotted the girl. He grinned. “Oops. She has ideas. You bought her...”
Sassik dodged around the men and in two strides was at the driver’s door. Though she saw him, there was little she could do. He yanked open the door, hauled her out, and pinned her while he retied her hands and feet in a hogtied position. Uncomfortable, but hard to undo.
“Stay,” he admonished, leaning over her. The girl almost snarled.
“What are you doing with this one if you’re not keen on fucking anymore?” Boda asked from close behind his shoulder.
“I’ll sell her to someone less greedy than you lot. You want me to sign this in blood?” He leaned Leassa against the truck’s side. “Let’s do it fast. If the Mekkers get more Ramms into the air we’ll be sizzled meat. Paper?”
“Haven’t got any. Any of you?”
“These.” Grinning, the short one dangled a pair of white underwear. “Sign the deal on her panties.”
Sassik resisted rolling his eyes. Dirt was ground into those. It made him wonder what these assholes had already made her do.
Though Boda grumbled, he pulled out a pen and wrote, cut his finger and pressed a print to the cloth. “Here, Sassik. Sign.”
Blood meant no going back, for any of them, not without nasty consequences. He nicked his fingertip and inscribed his name. “We all need to get out of here.” He saluted them with his knife. “See you in the stars, if not before.”
“Yep.” After grabbing his gun, Boda winked. “You want to stay chaste, don’t look at her ass.”
He watched them jog off before stowing the disgruntled girl on the long passenger seat, with her head at the door end. He did a jump-slide over the hood to the driver’s side, installed himself, then shook his head at the sight of her.
“Cramped as a fish in a can.” He leaned over and cut the link between her bound hands and her ankles.
She groaned softly and stretched her arms, arched her spine. Sassik frowned. At the small of her back, her fingers flexed and extended. He loved the look of the black cord twined across her skin.
Don’t look at her ass? Sure.
“Too late,” he muttered.
And damn, it was nice.
Mourning was long over. He’d chosen to remain chaste and wasn’t compelled. Maybe it was time to do something about that. He owned her.
“I thought you’d let me go? Please?” She craned her head around.
Her eyes were so big he could fall in there forever. The curves of her eyebrows, of her cheekbones, of her neck, she was definitely the prettiest thing he’d owned. Not that he’d ever owned a human. Rare things.
“I bought you. Never said I meant to free you, just saving you from trauma.” He turned on the engine and guided the truck forward. Some Scav had driven it in here so he was sure he could sneak it out through this long, concealed trail. “I’ll find you a good owner and then I’m done with you.”
“You paid over all your money to those... men.” Derision dripped off the word. “Just to sell me. Why?”
“Money doesn’t interest me.” What did it matter if he said this, to her? “The dead on that battlefield, and all for little gain, it sickened me.” His family gone too, it’d set the stage for this, he guessed. Tired of all the crap. He wanted direction. Somewhere to aim for that was meaningful.
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