Keeping With Destiny

by Stephan Knox

  Now—? Nothing.

  Even when he had stopped in a small village while making his way back to the base after escaping the last attempted transfer, there had been a girl of age who’d offered him the bath. She had done nothing for his desires. He was still rather stumped on that concept. Where he should have had her straddled over his lap inside the barrel tub, having the ride of her life until the water turned cold— he, instead, sat there, unrespondant to her hands as she washed and fondled him to the point of giving up that she might lure him into spending a few extra credits. He should have responded— he tried to get in the mood— she did, after all, have deft hands of skill. But alas— nothing but drenn. She finally had abandoned him to go off in search of better prospecting customers.

  “Stroke it,” Sora commanded, as her own hands began to wander over swollen breasts under her uniform.

  “But it would be so much more pleasurable if you were in here. I could make it fun for both of us,” Tannin prodded her. She need only expose herself to him once and he’d take her out.

  “You have a bad habit of dislocating arms and necks, prisoner. I’ll keep my distance and you will entertain me as I see fit.

  Tannin let one arm drop, his hand circling around his soft tool and slowly started the task of stroking and pulling. He needed to lure her. Needed to be all she desired or there was no getting out in time. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall against the bars, and he let the memory of scent from the breeder come back to him. His brain pieced together an imagery. The shadowed outline of a jaw framed with strands of black hair. He envisioned her eyes, one blue from her Symbiotai and the other most likely brown. She had to be petite to be crawling around in the infrastructure, yet he’d felt her heat along with the alluring scent of her arousal as it tickled every cell in his body. It was all he could do to conjure up the woman, but it was enough, and respondingly the blood rushed to the flesh, gripped in his hand, turning soft flesh rigid with lust. Lust for someone who, though he could not fully visualize in his head, he fantasized how her pliable lips would taste, and how exquisite it was going to feel sinking into her untried cavern after he had brought her to a soaking release with his tongue and devoured her glazing honey.

  The groan escaped him, as his fantasy images and senses brought him to an aroused pleasure.

  “That’s it. Let me watch you cum.” The woman he’d barred from his thoughts crashed back in. He glanced up at her, her hands deep inside the crotch of her pants as she rubbed herself towards her own release. “Don’t stop. I’m so close,” she suffered a plea.

  Tannin let go of his hard member, the sight of the woman and the scent of her was shredding what he’d created in his head. “You want me to cum for you, you’ll have to come inside, and work for it,” he baited her with an alpha tone.

  The lieutenant’s hand stopped, and she slumped back with abandoned frustration. She pulled her pants together and zipped them with one hand. She locked on him with a controlled glare while blowing a loose strand of her spiky blonde hair from her face then pushed up to her feet and marched out.

  Despite his enclosure, Tannin could sense the coming dusk of his departure day, they’d be coming for him soon, to try once again to transport him out. Like any other militia group, they always kicked the runs off in the dark, getting a good lead under the cloak of night. At least he was certain that would be the case this time.

  A couple of generations ago, the Skaddary had managed to repair several of the armored vehicles that were rigged with infrared scanning screens, which gave them the advantage of night vision. The scamper they’d transported him in just days ago was equipped with it and now with the day nearly gone, it was safe to assume the next transporter would be equally fitted.

  There was just one problem— he wasn’t leaving without the woman he’d come for.

  Tannin paced his cell, checking the faint airflow that circulated from the vent, but there was no marker to tell him the breeder was coming for a final farewell. Nor did he suspect she would after the small fright he caused her yesterday. If only he’d managed to reach her before the lieutenant’s visit.

  The District Nine Skaddary Base was massive in comparison to any of their other bases. Housing both Skaddary enlisted and the Guillotine Hunters, along with a city’s worth of civilians. Over a dozen machine shops for repairs, two power grid systems and as he heard it, around fifty hangars filled with armored vehicles capable of starting a war against any one of the Blood Lords. That translated into a place that was too big to search out the breeder and not set off a few alarms of his escape.

  He relented in his pacing, “Come on, old man, surely your plan was worth more than this, huh?” He felt the seeping emotions of equal frustration. Obviously his sym hadn’t taken into consideration the base’s size or the isolation they’d been kept in. Whatever his sym had been thinking, a solution was not readily coming, not even as an emotional torrent.

  It wasn’t long after when the strong scent of arousal hit him. Reaching him long before he heard the click of the gate locks.

  When his cell wall lifted, Lieutenant Sora was waiting for him— alone.

  Tannin stepped up to the bars. “Come to see me off?”

  “I’ve come to finish what we started last night,” she answered with a dry clip.

  “We didn’t start anything. I distinctly remember you made me tend to myself.” He was done playing nice, letting the sarcasm roll out freely.

  “Remove your clothing.”

  Tannin took a deliberate step back, shaking his head, “Nuh-uh. You want to see me naked, you’ll have to take the clothes off yourself,” he taunted her. Her need for him was so ripe, she was blinded by it. Enough so, she wasn’t likely thinking clearly and when she punched in the three-digit code, he knew he had her. Her slip was his first step out.

  When the bars were only half way up, she entered another code stopping them. “Place your hands through the bars.”

  Tannin slowly placed his hands between the bars to which the lieutenant clapped a set of old-world shackles around his wrists as if they might prevent him from grabbing her or making an escape. Amongst his wild animal gifts, he had the strength of a colossal bear, making the simple design of shackles her second mistake.

  Once she was in the false sense of security that she was safe, she slid her hands down his arms, fingers mapping out his corded muscles. He watched her like a predator watched his prey draw close, waiting for the precise moment to spring. She leaned in, taking a slow deep inhale while her hands continued their journey down his chest and to the soft bulge in his pants.

  Sora wasted no time with any preliminaries. And he shifted around as she untied the front flap of his pants and slipped her hand in to grope his manhood.

  Still, he watched her with a tight gaze under glowering brows. Prey. That’s all she was. She’d use him the same way if she actually had the upper hand. So, he did as well. Using nothing more than his body to bait her with. Like a cat that sat stealthily still, waiting for that opportune moment to pounce. She licked her lips as her fingers felt him over. Her touch doing nothing for his cock and he was rather thankful for the shackles at the moment as he would likely have brushed her hand away, spoiling her mood, and his chance to get out of his cell. She peeled his pants open farther and pulled out his still-lethargic member. She just didn’t do it for him. Which was rather irritating, considering most any woman that was willing did it for him. Even more so to have one who took the initiative. It was one of his biggest turn-ons, but even with that, neither his body nor the Symbiotai that dwelled inside him would accept any woman but the one in the air ducts, and it was those thoughts that won over all others. Look here, old man, this isn’t about being aroused; this is about making our escape, so we can search out the breeder — Tannin sent the mental command to his sym. He needed to be able to service the lieutenant, to get her compromised enough to make his escape. And that’s when his flesh hardened in her grip.

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p; The lieutenant knelt down in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked on his flesh with no finesse, it was strictly to get him primed for what she wanted, and that was to be pounded. But the effects she garnered wasn’t from her, rather his own sheer will as part of his plan to gain what he’d come for did it. Willing himself in an anguishing mental battle to keep his body in a working state.

  The lieutenant stood, taking her position in front of him, and then pushed her fatigues down below her hips.

  The oddest thoughts came to mind as she backed herself against his body, impaling herself on his cock. He was a man of fierce appetites and he rarely knew an opportunity to sleep with a woman that he’d ever turned down. He even had a few favorites within the brothels he would pass, as he traveled between villages and cities, picking off the heads of snakes who served the Blood Lords. Yet, he stood there complacent and watched the blonde woman before him with considerable detachment as she eased herself back against him, taking every bit of him inside her slick walls. He found himself even less interested than if he’d been watching another couple entangled in their carnal lust. But aside from his odd point of view, Tannin was grateful for whichever beast it was inside him that finally took over and began rutting into her.

  Sora stumbled forward then pressed back into him. She reached around to grasp his arms, anything to keep some leverage as he rocked into her, giving her exactly what she’d come for. She didn’t come for soft and slow, she came to be ridden by a beast.

  “I could do so much more for you if you released my hands. Then I’ll nail you to the wall the way you want me to,” Tannin growled in an audible tone to lure her farther into his trap. He rolled slowly into her with long penetrating strokes, too slow for her liking, it only teased her. She moaned both in pleasure and need for more, but Tannin backed down his pace even further to an agonizingly slow slide that lacked in thrust.

  “Enough of the slow shit and fuck me, prisoner,” she hissed over her shoulder.

  “Then set me free so I can hang onto you and keep you in place while I drive my cock all the way up your nethers.” He slammed his hips forward, forcing her body to accommodate all of him in one drilling motion; the throttled movement shoved her forward, and she lost the contact she was starved for.

  She shot him an anguished glare except her sexual frustration was winning out. His nose flared, and she dove her hand between her thighs to tend to herself. Her eye lids flickered because nothing was enough to succumb what she had envisioned in her head and her hormones had already latched onto. I release your hands then I get fucked. And you don’t stop until I tell you. No more slow shit. Got it?”

  Tannin kept quiet as she took the first steps that would jeopardize herself, fished out the keys, and unlocking his shackles.

  The second one hand was free, Tannin was moving, substituting bars for womanly hips. He walked his prey forward until he had her pinned against the bench table on the far wall. There he delivered the hard penetration she was begging for.

  “Yes!” she cried and moaned in unison with each jab of his hard flesh into her body. “Fuck me. Drenn— yes, fuck me harder!”

  The scent of her juices filled the room and permeated Tannin’s senses, he hated it.

  He lifted her from the bench with a hand fisted into her scalp, steered her over and up against the wall then started drilling into her again. Each furrowing jab bringing her closer and closer to release. He turned primitive in that moment, rutting into his enemy for the sake of freedom, for him— and for the breeder he would claim for himself. They would both soon be free of the guillotine hunters.

  He released Sora’s hair exchange it for her throat where his hand slowly tightened, pressing into the main arteries to either sides of her larynx. By the time she realized what he was doing, it was too late. He pulled the one reachable pulse gun from the belt hanging just below her perky round ass and tossed it aside, leaving the one that would have normally hung strapped to her thigh in place, now more in line with her knees. He didn’t gather she would risk trying to go for it right now. His grip held like a vice over her throat which both silenced any attempt to call out for help and cut off enough circulation to make her tipsy and faint, but not enough to cause her to blackout completely. That’s when Tannin’s pumping inside her abruptly stopped and he pulled out.

  What had once been pure lust burning in her eyes was now filled with a mix of anger and fear. It was very likely she was far more vulnerable now than she’d ever been since her entering the militia ranks. His grip flexed, letting blood flow only enough to keep her from passing out.

  “Where am I being transported, Lieutenant?”

  Sora gasped against his fingers and he loosened them, so she could answer. “To the city of Brika. There’s a lab bunker located there that’s taking in plausible subjects.”

  “Plausible subjects?”

  “You’re stronger than two men put together. It serves us better to have you fight for us. In Brika, you’ll be put through conditioning to serve the militia movement.”

  “That’s rather vindictive.”

  “We’re becoming fewer and fewer, what do you expect us to do?”

  “Perhaps not killing all the Symbiote at the start would have helped.”

  “I nearly forgot. The Bedouin were sympathizers.” Her words dripped with loathing sarcasm.

  “Easy now. Remember this Bedouin just fucked you like no man has,” Tannin remarked, ignoring the goading coming from her, keeping to the details he needed from her. “Who’s handling my transport this time?”

  “Outland Gunner Aari.”

  “What kind of soldier’s name is Aari?” The name sounded sweet, certainly not a name for a militia soldier.

  “It’s a woman’s name.”

  “You’d risk a woman with my charge?”

  “You killed the two men that usually run that route and she’s the least likely to make a pit stop with you. Besides, they transferred Stew from labor just yesterday to shotgun.”

  “I’ve already killed nine of your men; you think one big one is going to stop me?”

  “Aari is innocent. You harm her and you’re no better than the Blood Lords and their savage armies we fight against every day.”

  Tannin released her neck and glared down at the woman still kept pinned against the wall. “Killers like the Blood Lords don’t stop to consider who’s innocent and who isn’t. As for me, she’s a Skaddary with the given orders to transport me. That makes her my enemy. I do kill my enemies if necessary.”

  “The base will see you transferred and put through conditioning no matter how many you maim or kill or be killed yourself. I don’t have the power to stop it any more than you do.” She turned cool, disregarding any threat she was under, “So can we dispense with the politics and get back to fucking?”

  Tannin slammed the lieutenant’s head down on the bench and thrust his cock back inside her. The grunt that escaped her lips from the impact meshed into a moan as Tannin rode her. He was angry that the woman would dare compare him to the Blood Lords; he killed because it was necessary. The militia didn’t discriminate from one survivor to another. They hunted down the Bedouin Tribes just as they did the Symbiote. Making her an enemy, one that would see him dead if she knew what was inside this Bedouin warrior without a second thought, so he would do the same to her. If this Aari was as innocent as Sora claimed, he might spare her.

  “Since you’ve been such a good girl, Lieutenant, I think I’ll finish you right now.” He bent over her and shoved deep inside her, resuming his pumping with long deep strokes the way he liked it. Except this time the act had him swallowing the bile he tasted in the back of his throat to keep at it. He felt her walls tighten around him and she moaned with her orgasm. He thrust one last time and felt the surging release blast out of his agonized hard-on. It had not been the breeder he wanted, but this would take some of the edge off.

  In any case, he needed to figure something out fast
. He couldn’t exactly do a repeat of his last transport episode and expect to get any closer to the breeder than he’d been. So now he had to try some other means.

  Tannin tied his pants closed and returned those of the lieutenant to their proper place on her hips as she laid sated and limp over the bench. “It’s a shame I’m not going with the transport team.” She hummed between panting breaths, “I could ride you for the next nine days.” She confessed and gave a sardonic laugh as she pushed up to glance at him.

  “You mistake my rutting for shared desire. You were just a means to release some energy, nothing more, silly woman.” Tannin dropped a hand on her back and firmly pressed her down, keeping her bent over the bench in a pose of humiliation, she shot back at him with a glare of hate that burned for him after the rejecting comment. Friends who fuck. Enemies who fuck. Doesn’t matter as long as we both get what we want from it.

  He ignored her logic and helped himself to the pulse pistol still clipped in the leg holster on her thigh then jabbed the muzzle into her ribs. “So, where is this big guy?”

  Lieutenant Sora, for all her confidence, was just now realizing the number of mistakes she’d made, and the compromised position she was in now. Her eyes flickered wide for a brief moment as the realization appeared to be kicking. Her expression cooled once more. He could see she was reaching too far to develop a false confidence that she might actually be able to turn the tables back in her favor.

  Tannin clicked the arming switch with his thumb and the pistol let out a static sound that announced it was charging up.

  “He’s waiting outside. Waiting to take you to the transport scamper, out in the hangar bay.”

  “Call him back here.”

  She pitched a glaring look over her shoulder at him.

  Tannin’s hand shot out, catching her shoulder and flipped her to her back, and in the same instant wrapped his fingers around her throat. He tightened his grip and then lifted her to her feet where his own body leaned against her like a foreboding tower. His glare bearing down at her with a slighted warning. “Do as I say, or your death will be slow and painful.”