by Prax Venter
Roo helped Vale by shooting a needle at another attacker, and Mark couldn't see Ahnix anywhere but felt that she was close by. He looked around for her, but the task became impossible as the enslaved creatures they rescued rushed around him and joined Vale in ripping the Zookeeper's men apart.
Mark looked towards the place he had seen the bastard Angor and saw a splintered hole where his blast struck the propeller.
He moved forward in that direction, carefully looking for the lizard-man. The deck of The Dirty Whore was a virtual forest of skyward-facing propellers, and Angor could be behind any one of them.
Mark noticed the stiff breeze blowing across the top of the airship for the first time and remembered that he was hundreds of feet in the air. He looked up and saw the massive blades spinning above and realized that the mechanical hammering he had been hearing was the sound of the propellers keeping the ship aloft. Mark began to feel exposed, out here by himself, and decided to turn back before he got in over his head.
He took two steps back when he felt the tip of a blade press into the soft skin under his jaw.
“Don't move, Collector, and I won't kill you.” Angor was behind him and Mark never even saw him.
“Now, call off your-”
His words cut off and the knife vanished. Mark spun around and saw Ahnix had teleported Angor a few yards away. She ducked a spinning swipe aimed at her head, and when she came back up, her claws ripped a deep gouge in the meat of the Zookeeper's left leg. Angor fell to the ground as she activated Retract and reappeared next to Mark.
She looked over at him and said, “Fire!”
The lizard-man known as the Zookeeper was fumbling with something on his belt, but Mark launched a ball of energy into his guts before he could throw whatever he had in his hand.
The resulting explosion knocked Mark and Ahnix backward, and they slammed onto the deck, hard. Mark felt a hand shaking him but only heard the high-pitch whine inside his ears.
“-ove!” He barely perceived Vale yelling right by his head as she lifted him off the ground by his arm.
He tried to shake off his disorientation and got his legs under him. The wooden boards of the deck were too slanted, and he blinked trying to understand what was wrong with his feet. The house-sized propeller crashing down to his left helped to clear his confusion.
The lightness in his gut and the steep angle of gravity clearly indicated that the airship was plummeting from the sky. He tapped Vale's arm, letting her know he was okay.
She dropped his arm, and he saw that Ahnix had some cuts on her arms and face, but nothing too serious.
He would heal her after they got out of there. There were about fifteen other prisoners still alive, and everyone else seemed to be dead.
Mark looked over to the velvet-girl. “Roo, get a door open!”
She nodded her head and pointed her hands down at the slanted deck. A black door began to rise out of the wooden boards, but the incomplete frame lifted up into the air and puffed way, turning into dust caught in the wind. He felt heated frustration pulse out of her momentarily, before she cleared her mind and tried again.
The same thing happened, and it seemed she couldn't create a door on a moving surface. The frame stayed in place while the airship dropped like a stone, its bow pointing downward.
Mark looked ahead and saw the ground rushing up at them horribly fast. There was only one option left. He turned to Ahnix and channeled a quick heal. Her eyes fluttered as she was returned to a rejuvenated state.
“I'll hit you hard, can you get us all?” he asked.
She lowered her head, keeping her dark eyes locked on his.
“It's going to be tight, Mark. There are a lot of them.”
He nodded and closed his eyes. He didn't have the time he wanted but had targeted his cat-girl's teleport ability early and often. It was one of the first things he did when he met her.
He locked his thoughts on her unique ability to instantly move between two points in space and poured himself into it. He harnessed his joy at seeing her again after being separated from her for so long, not only physically, but from their dense and intangible bond.
Her whole body began to glow, and her eyes flared into glowing orbs, translucent flames licking out and up over her eyebrows.
Fully charged up, she yelled out. “Anyone not touching everyone else will be left behind!”
The group of people on the plummeting airship huddled together as she concentrated on trying to transport the entire group to the ground. Her dark eyebrows came down, and the ethereal, white flames from her eyes intensified.
At first, nothing happened, and Mark became worried. He pushed those thoughts out of his head and lent her what support he could, willing her to succeed.
A quick whoosh of the universe later and the whole group was standing on the grass, safe on solid ground. A few hundred yards behind them, The Dirty Whore crashed with a spectacular explosion of wood and fire. The entire group was forced to move perpendicularly as flaming chunks of wood and iron sailed past, bouncing off the ground.
They had survived. Among the former slaves that had made it this far, he saw a tall, four armed, blue woman, looking his way.
She gave him a snarling grin before fading out of this dimension.
- 20 -
After returning home, Mark went right to the pantry and popped one of Mother's magic beans into his mouth. He chased it down with a full cup of cool, clean water and sighed contently. He moved back out into the main room to see his girls removing their clothes and armor.
“When I was locked in that cell I could think of nothing but you all. What you were doing, what sort of hell you were going through trying to find me... if you were captured, still alive? Not knowing was torture.”
Vale was the first out of her clothes. She wove her tail back and forth slowly as she slid up to him. Her perfectly smooth, dark skin pulled tight over her defined stomach muscles was an arousing sight, but her massive breasts with her thick black nipples and silver rings were hypnotic.
She reached her hand out to his. Looking up into her violet eyes, he took it.
“We fought,” Vale said. “Each other at first, and then we turned our rage on Angor's farmstead.”
Mark raised his eyebrows as he was led over to the massive bed.
“Fought each other?”
Ahnix approached the bed next, her tight and fit furry body swaying as she walked, her exotic eyes locked on his.
“I believed it was my fault- I let them take you away from us.”
“No-” was all he got out before Vale put her finger on his lips. She moved her hand down to his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. Ahnix got on her knees and started working on pulling his left boot off while Vale removed the right.
Roo came up next, her black eyes twinkling. Her velvet skin had a soft sheen that shifted as her long, lithe legs moved, highlighting her slender, firm curves. Her red, fabric nipples already pointed up and away from her body.
“We worked it out,” Roo said, hooking a finger under the top of his pants. “In the end, we were stronger together. The Zookeeper's compound doesn't exist anymore.”
After Mark's boots and pants were off, Ahnix pulled off his shirt while Vale carefully lifted him, one strong arm under his back, the other under his thighs, and placed him to the middle of the bed.
His girls moved like they were all in sync, as if they had practiced their overlapping actions beforehand. He relaxed, letting them surround him with their bodies and realized the bond connecting his Enthralled to each other had grown substantially stronger.
They must have gone through some serious challenges while he was gone.
He found his right side completely nestled between Vale's massive tits, his left side wrapped with Ahnix's furry, warm body, and his front covered by Roo's soft yet firm, sensual figure.
The velvet-girl put her puffy lips on his, and they kissed deeply while Ahnix and Vale slid their bodies and hands all over his sk
in. At first, he was partially conscious of who was touching or kissing him where, but soon got lost in their perfectly harmonized, writhing movements.
His cock was stroked, and licked and sucked, while mouths and vaginas and nipples were pressed against his face. Mark just closed his eyes and shuddered with mind-numbing ecstasy as his girls demonstrated just how much they had missed him.
After a long while of this, he felt Vale's serpent tail wrap around his ankles and the other two girls faded to background stimulation as the giant naga positioned herself on top of him.
Her muscled arms pressed into the bed to either side of his ears as her meaty, wet pussy slid over his crotch. Ahnix grabbed the base of his cock, lining it up so Vale could press her weight down and envelope his throbbing dick with her vagina.
Vale's massive nipples smeared on his shoulders as she pumped her hips up and down on him while Ahnix's and Roo's lips took turns kissing him and the naga's fleshy breasts.
Mark had never been ridden by Vale like this before, and he was surprised when Ahnix and Roo made it even more amazing by reaching down to pull apart Vale's long pussy lips, so they draped over his hips.
He was wrapped in the giant naga, her swollen clitoris smashing into his whole pelvis. The shaft of steel that was his cock filled her just the way she liked, and Vale began to grind her massive weight down on him harder while shifting her hips to different angles. Her motion smashed the head of his cock on alternating walls of her vagina, and his eyes rolled into his head as he was submerged into a warm state of bliss by her demanding desire.
The slippery friction on his dick gradually ripped the orgasm from his balls, and he moaned right into Ahnix's furry lips. The cat-girl slid a hand under the back of his head, lifted him up, and gently pushed her soft, little tongue into his mouth as he came.
He shuddered as he shot his sperm and a load of essence up into the massive snake-woman on top of him. Vale let out a deep moan as his energy pushed her body to orgasm.
Roo's lips covered Mark's the instant Ahnix pulled away and only had a few moments to recover before Vale slid off and the cat-girl squatted her asshole down right on his still-throbbing dick. She put her claws on his hips and lowered her firm buttocks down the whole length of his shaft. There she sat, keeping it buried deep in her hot ass, moving her hips in a slow circle.
Vale and Roo took turns pressing their lips on his, sometimes at the same time, while Ahnix used her toned muscles to massage his dick.
Roo pulled one of his hands down to the wet spot between her legs and shoved his index finger inside her fabric pussy. She slipped her finger in with his and helped him pleasure her. She moved her puffy lips down to his earlobe and began sucking and moaning.
Vale's face descended on his, and her half-lidded violet eyes beamed care and love directly into his soul while spiraling his limp tongue with her own. Again, he closed his eyes and just tried to hold on to his sanity while they worked him over.
Ahnix knew exactly when he was three squeezes away from reaching another climax when she quickly stood and swallowed the dick that had just been shoved deep into her tight asshole.
She was down on her knees between his legs and touched her small nose to his stomach as she slurped on his throbbing cock. Her soft, furry tail wrapped around one of his thighs and constricted tighter and tighter as her hot mouth brought him closer and closer to cumming.
The cat-girl clamped her small lips on his dick and stroked her tongue under the head of his penis with such skill that she ripped another organism from his body. He shot her mouth full of cum and a fair amount of essence transferred into her all while grunting right into Vale's mouth.
Moments later, the other girls pulled away, and Ahnix teleported into a new position. She was now pressing her sopping wet and delicious pussy on his mouth. He lazily lolled his tongue around in her savory slit while Roo took her position on his crotch. The velvet-girl pressed her uniquely silky pussy down, and it gobbled up every inch. Ahnix leaned forward and licked both Mark's shaft and Roo's purple clit.
Vale wedged her face next to Mark, and they both pleasured Ahnix's furry pussy with their mingling tongues as Roo bounced her lithe body up and down on his rigid dick.
The small hairs on the cat-girl's vagina rubbed on his lips as he and Vale both stuck their tongues in Ahnix's pussy hole. The giant naga could reach much further and ran circles around Mark's normal sized tongue, but Ahnix was enjoying herself either way. Roo was moaning louder and louder as Mark and Ahnix stimulated her pussy. He could feel her fabric vagina constrict on his dick, but all he could see was Ahnix's perfect, muscular, furry bottom.
All three of them reached an orgasm at the same time. and Mark dumped a load of essence and cum into Roo. Her fabric pussy squeezed out every last drop and continued to clench down after he was dry. Ahnix held Mark down, and he started to scream, moan and laugh- all at once, as Roo continued to fuck his overstimulated and hyper-sensitive penis. They let him up after a while, and all four of them laid still, trying to catch their breath.
When the panting came to an end, Mark and his satisfied Enthralled entwined their limbs and tails together, snuggling in for a quiet, mid-day nap.
None of them had slept really at all in the last two days, and they snoozed in each other's arms, enjoying just being close together and feeling whole.
When Mark finally rose out of the deep and restful slumber, he noticed Vale protectively coiled around him, and that no one else was around.
“Morning, master.” She said, her head propped up on one elbow.
“Hey Vale. Where is everyone?”
“Ahnix is shredding attack dummies in the training room, and Roo said she had work to finish in her trophy room.”
Mark nodded and stretched his arms over his head. He figured he must have slept for twelve hours.
“You girls really fucked the shit out of me.”
“It was... difficult, without you. Not knowing where you were.”
“I'm sorry, Vale. No matter what, the four of us should never separate again.”
A sad smile grew on her face that didn't touch her eyes.
“I like the sentiment but, tactically, the situation may come up again where the right call is to split up.”
He sighed. She was right. When it came to strategy, she usually was.
“Yeah,” was all he said for a while. He scooted back a bit and laid his head on her firm, muscular stomach. The giant naga reached her hand down and ran her fingers idly through his hair.
He thought of just stopping for a while. Maybe a year. He and his girls could find a nice quiet beach and have picnics, fuck themselves senseless and enjoy each other's company.
“As nice as this is,” Vale began, as she stopped her soothing scalp massage. “We've got a world to save, Mark.”
He sat up and looked into her violet eyes, shocked.
“Were you just reading my thoughts?”
“No, but I could feel you losing your drive to continue. We need to find the one responsible for killing everyone at Auxuma Village. If Sasha can create new tears, nowhere is safe. Besides, I'm on a mission for the Empire. I am not running from my duty again.”
Her unwavering determination pulsed through their connection, and Mark felt his sense of purpose begin to renew.
“Right, I'll go get Roo and Ahnix. Let's get ready to move out.”
He rolled out of bed and put his pants on before padding down the hallway. Mark opened the door to the training room and saw a fully nude Ahnix punishing a wooden pole with brutal kicks from her muscular legs. She turned to face him, took two steps and then instantly appeared a few feet away from him. Her furry chest heaved in and out from her exertion.
Mark bowed his head. “Good morning, my Queen.”
She just stepped up to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him. She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he heard the faintest purring noise when she exhaled through her small nose. He pulled her in close, pressing her perky, pink nippl
es against his chest and stroking the soft fur on her back.
“Glad to see you, too,” he whispered in her ear. After a few moments of just feeling her fur on his skin, the cat-girl pulled away and looked into his eyes.
“Go get Roo. I'll get ready to move.”
He nodded, and they broke the embrace. Mark lingered in the hallway, watching her firm, furry bottom sashay into the main room.
Moving down the hall, he pushed open the door to the trophy room and saw Roo holding her hand out, sculpting one of her creations.
When he entered, she stopped and turned to face him, a wide smile on her big lips.
“Hello, Mark. Sleep well?”
“After what you guys did to me, I had no choice but to pass out for a day.”
As he walked by the statues of their slain foes, he paused when he noticed a new addition. Roo had moved the giant slime cube down and created a frighteningly real likeness of the shark-tentacle-woman from the sea cave. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he looked into the creature's face and her too-wide mouth. Roo moved up next to him, her high-heels clacking on the wooden floor.
“I figure she is a part of our past- a memory of what shaped who we are. It didn't seem right just skipping her, no matter how horrible she was.
He nodded slowly. “Well, good job capturing her... horribleness.”
The velvet-girl looped one of her soft arms around his and pulled him sideways.
“Come see the newest one.”
Mark followed her down to the end of the ever-growing hall and stopped before an accurate representation of the fire djinn, frozen in time.
She looked to be made from shaped, stained glass, tinted expertly with gradient reds, yellows, and oranges. The black, charred mask had two small horns emerging from the top that Mark hadn't noticed in the chaos of the fight. The womanly curves of the living flame creature were only hinted at by the flowing glass.
“This is amazing,” he said, his voice slow with awe.
Mark felt Roo's pride wash over him, and he turned to look into her sparkling, black eyes.
“Thank you.” She said, with a content sigh.