by Shelby Stone
An emergency siren's shrill whine filled the air. Keera looked around Seljuk to see if anyone was coming to her rescue. All she saw was bedlam and confusion. Keera noticed that the fissure in the road now divided them and the emergency workers. She felt more nervous than before. Scanning the terrain behind them, she wondered if they could plot a trail outside the city to escape the fires and fumes. She knew the toxic fumes would soon grow and spread.
Seljuk took Keera's hand and led her back towards the warehouse. She decided to keep a hold of his hand, if nothing else but to signal the other men that Seljuk would protect her. They trailed obediently behind him, at a safe distance.
"We talk when safe. You cannot ... back to home. It is burned.” He gestured towards the reddened and ugly sky.
"But my family...” Keera began.
"Family might all be dead. Better to stay with Seljuk."
Keera felt lightheaded at this statement. How could he say that? Her family dead? The possibility didn't seem real until it was said aloud. Surely she would not stay with the Roughs. They were dangerous, weren't they? Would they kill her? She needed time to think, to plan. Yet there was none and she had never been trained to think independently, to plan for an emergency. She only knew to accept and blend in. To please and acquiesce.
She stumbled along next to Seljuk in her clumsy boots. They all had to watch their steps due to the danger of the shifting pavement. They entered the warehouse, but she quickly saw that Seljuk did not plan to stay. He simply was heading for a back door where they could leave unnoticed.
Walking with Seljuk and his band, she noticed that they took paths she never would have noticed before. The paths were there, out in the open, but off her normal routes to home and shopping. They were moving quickly through alleyways and darkened corridors between buildings. Sometimes they went through a vacant lot, poking through a cut in a fence that only observant eyes would see. Bushes and tall grasses occasionally scraped her legs and she was glad for the pants that Oman had given her.
When her fear subsided, she noticed the musky smell of Seljuk's sweat rushing underneath her nostrils. It was thrilling to her in some ancient way. She couldn't have explained it if asked to. So much of her life had been sterile and closeted; it was strange to experience natural odors and tactile feelings. It was as if FemGov had bred everything earthy out of their systems.
Chapter Three
The day's events were startling to Seljuk. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he'd be in such close contact with a Sky City woman. Yet here he was with Keera in a highly-charged sexual situation. He didn't know how this would play out, but he knew he wanted to keep her. Perhaps she can fill a void in my life.
He had been stunned when the comets hit. The ancient ones of his clan had predicted them, charting their course by the stars and the moon. Soon, they said, the earth would have a large disaster. But Seljuk never thought he would actually see it in his lifetime.
He had a good job, working part-time in the Rough camp as a foreman and part-time in Sky City at the food warehouse. For many years he'd worked in the FemGov document storage building. He was one of the lucky ones who made more in wages due to his strength and leadership skills. The coarser Roughs never saw the inside of Sky City; they toiled their entire life out in the countryside tending crops or herds.
The FemGov rulers handpicked Roughs that they felt could work as go-betweens, and Seljuk and his brother Nodrahh were a couple of them. The job mainly consisted of working hard, keeping his eyes open and his mouth shut. He accepted his lot in life and saved his money to move farther out into the countryside to the fish camp where Nodrahh lived.
Nodrahh had acquired a taste for Sky City women and Seljuk feared that it would be his downfall. Nodrahh had been assigned to do gardening and that was how he had met Suh-Rah. He was not gelded and Suh-Rah could have been with child quickly. This would not have been allowed in Sky City as there were no facilities for mixed-race children. He'd tried his best to convince her to run away with him, but when she turned cold, he'd known it was futile. The only chance they would have had was to run as far away as possible, into the rugged outer territories. Nodrahh had confided in Seljuk that he didn't know if Suh-Rah had the strength and capabilities to live such a rough life. The breakup of their young love was hard on him, but he accepted it and eventually took in a Rough female to live with him.
Seljuk had never been with a Sky City woman, though he liked to watch them from afar. Nodrahh had told him of how soft their skin and lips were. All the Rough men were tantalized by their fair skin, delicate features, and blond or red hair. Seljuk never had a lack of women to rut with in the Rough camp. With his higher pay, he always had good food and beer in his tent. His extra height and weight made him popular with the women folk and the length and thickness of his cock were always appealing. Though he had no special breeding techniques, his women always seemed to be satisfied in bed.
He wondered what Keera would be like to have a good sweaty rut with. He could imagine her, in all her softness, lying underneath him in his bed. Her breasts and buttocks would be good to squeeze in the middle of night when the air in his tent was cold and chilly. Everything about her appealed to him. He would be foolish not to want to slip his cock into her and leave his seed inside her womb. At the thought, his cock begin to swell. Perhaps there was a way he could keep her from returning to Sky City after all. All this confusion might be exactly what he needed.
* * * *
Finally, after what seemed an eternity to her, but was probably only a half hour, the party of eight came to an encampment on the edge of Sky City. Keera was overwhelmed with the sounds and scents that emitted from the Rough camp. Half-naked dirty babies ran about, oblivious to the threats of crashing comets and soot flying through the air. Rough females tended to cooking fires, casting eyes skyward, watching for falling ashes that would settle into their stewpots. They stared at Keera shyly, and then looked back at their cooking. They were seemingly calm with all the destruction going on around them. Keera did have to admit that the food they were cooking smelled good.
Without a word, the other Roughs separated from Seljuk and Keera. She caught a few casting backward glances at her, but they made sure Seljuk did not see them. Seljuk and Keera went off to a group of tepees at the western side of the camp and Seljuk led her to a large ox-hide tent near a copse of elms. A large circle had been marked around the perimeter with white stones. The entrance flap was shut with a bone and loop closure, simple but efficient to keep out unwanted drafts and night air.
Seljuk unhooked the flap and went inside. He said nothing to Keera, simply assuming that she would follow. And she did. What other choice did she have?
She entered, not knowing what to expect. It took a few seconds for her eyes to grow accustomed to the dimness. The outer edges of the tent floor were covered with a variety of overlapping rugs made of soft animal hides. The earthen floor was completely covered, except for a circular area where a smoking charcoal brazier perched on flat stones. A cardboard box was up against the wall. Keera saw something stir and realized a living creature was inside when it raised its head to view the visitors. It was a brindle coated bobcat, fat and well kept. It eyed the master, Seljuk, then swiveled its round head to Keera. Though it made no sound, it pulled its lips back with a display of sharp teeth. Just like his master, Keera thought. Residents of Sky City were not allowed to keep any pets, because FemGov said they spread disease and filth. So seeing an animal inside a dwelling space seemed foreign to her.
Seljuk strode to the far side of the tent, passing wine jugs, empty dipping gourds, and plates of food scraps. He undressed with his back to Keera. She stared in amazement at his physique as his discarded pieces of clothing dropped to the floor. She sucked in her breath when she saw a long jagged white scar on his left shoulder blade. It must have been at least nine inches in length and had been sutured in an uneven fashion. The proud flesh rose from it, forming a ridge. People in Sky City had neat
scars. Or, if they chose, they had the scar lasered completely away. Nothing like this would have ever marked the body of someone she knew.
When she tore her eyes from the scar, she took in the rest of his body. She had never seen a Rough unclothed. And certainly no man she had seen, in videoscreens or otherwise, had such a muscular body. The men she was used to, and would have bred with today, were smooth-skinned and almost androgynous. The bullish muscles of Seljuk's neck had been covered by his shoulder-length hair when they were with the others. Now that he strained to pull his tunic over his head, they were exposed and blunt in their masculine beauty. His thick neck melted into his deltoid muscle. In fact, it was almost as if he had no definable neck at all. The lines and planes of his body fanned out angular and hard. His back joined into his thick waist and had a light covering of dark hair. His large buttocks were rounded and hard as summer melons. His legs were veritable tree trunks to her. A sheathed dagger was belted to his waist and had been undetectable underneath his tunic. He gently removed the dagger from the holder before placing his belt on a bone hook.
Keera gasped slightly when he turned to face her, his dagger in hand.
Seljuk had a robust-looking erection. The downy hair that started at his waist thickened in density as it traveled the length of his stomach. His sac and groin were covered in an even more brutish tangle of hair. The length of his cock was such that the pubic hair could not conceal it, nor was he shy at the fact that Keera was looking at it. Like Oman's, Seljuk's cock was proudly erect, the tip actually touching his navel as he stood. Keera was fascinated at its shape, swollen and reddish-brown. The thin chamois-like foreskin almost covered the glans penis. Keera did not know a man could be born like this; she thought every cock was circumcised. No mention had ever been made of it in her sexual training. The young women who had been through the ritual of the Pleasure Palace never said anything about an outer skin covering like this. She was puzzled.
Seljuk climbed onto a high platform bed that was strewn with soft furs, ranging in color from white to yellow to dark mink-brown. The four corner posts of the bed were made of some sort of sawed off trees, bound together with wide leather straps. He lay on his back and nestled his head on high pillows. He took one arm and threw it behind his head to better stare at Keera. Even though he did not touch it, his cock jumped a little and seemed to have a life of its own. Keera almost thought it was beckoning her to the bed.
"Undress. We rut.” He patted the opposite side of the bed with his dagger.
Keera stood silent for a minute and then unbelted her robe. She slipped out from her boots and approached the bed.
"Do you need a knife to rut?” she asked him boldly.
"Knife to protect woman, not hurt.” With this, Seljuk slid it underneath his pillow in a matter-of-fact fashion. Once again, he patted the bed. Keera moved a bit closer. She would normally have been appalled by the thought of a weapon of any kind, let alone in bed. But she could not shake the new-found feeling coursing through her veins of danger mixed with sexual thrills. Suddenly, Seljuk reached forward and grabbed her wrist with his long arms. Throwing her off balance, he pulled her on top of him. Awkwardly, her naked rump was suddenly in the air and she was face down in the furs. Seljuk laughed loudly and smacked her on the ass. He pulled her up on his chest and kissed her lustily. Keera had to admit she liked it.
"Seljuk need woman. Woman need Seljuk. He smell her.” He nuzzled her neck. His huge hands were all over her breasts, massaging and pinching.
It happened too fast for Keera to be frightened. In fact, she was thrilled by seeing a man, even though a Rough, brandishing a dagger openly to protect her. She had never been in a situation where she was actually in danger, or had a man offer to protect her from it or other males. She felt a queasy flutter run through her stomach. She knew in part, it was still the breeding hormones making her feel this way. She would never have been attracted to a Rough male otherwise.
With Seljuk's long arms around her, she could do nothing but lie prostrate. Her breasts were smashed against his chest. With his considerable strength, he held her still with only one arm and rubbed her round rump with the other. She knew she should struggle, but thought it useless. His cock was boring into her soft thigh, hard and needy. Unmistakable sexual heat emanated from it. She wanted it badly. She also knew she didn't need to tell him that. His hand moved from her buttocks to between her legs. Skillful fingers played around her outer pussy lips, toying with her. Then she felt a finger slide up inside her, probing and curious.
"Keera rut before in Pleasure Palace with boy Breeder. Cunt used to cock. Wet.” Seljuk expertly flipped her over, as if she weighed no more than a feather. She was now flat on her back on the furs. He crouched over her, tremendous and muscular. Keera knew she was his sex prisoner, no matter what. His thick black hair flared around his shoulders, making him look even fiercer.
"No. No man yet. I have not bred."
Seljuk looked down at her. She was such a sweet conquest, even if she put up no fight. It would have been more fun if she struck or bit him. No matter. Her pale body lay still and silent beneath his, beautiful amidst the mixture of animal furs. She was so different from the Rough women. Her breasts were pale, like the moon when it made its monthly round through the sky. Her nipples were pink rippled sweet cherries. They looked tight and tender. He would pull her onto his lap later to suckle them as they needed. His mouth watered at the thought of nipping them. But first, he had other chores to attend to.
Rutting with Rough women was almost a duty, to get them with child. More workers were always needed in the fields and factories. But Keera was here for his sexual pleasure, nothing more. Of course, he hoped to impregnate her; that would be wonderful. The thought of her with a swollen belly carrying his child increased his lust level even more. Normally his cock was randy enough, but to think there was a chance of her bearing a child was electrifying. He had children with the Rough women, of course, all the men did. But they didn't live in his tent. The womenfolk raised them. That was their way, coarse but useful to all. Besides, he hadn't rutted in two full days, and he was overdue a release of his seed. He felt tense if he didn't dip into a dark Rough cunt at least two or three times a week.
Seljuk was surprised when Keera said she fucked no man yet. Why else would she be in the Pleasure Palace?
Again, Keera repeated herself. “No man yet. We were interrupted by the comets."
Then Seljuk understood. He grinned. Keera was not only a Sky City pale-skinned woman, she was a virgin. A double prize for a Rough male. He had only known a handful of men in his life who had fucked outside the Rough Clan. They bragged about it, about the women's smooth skin. How their cunts felt inside. Everything was different and more pleasurable for the man, they said. Rutting with a Rough woman was always crude and fast. The Rough men said the Sky City women seemed to appreciate their oversized cocks and acted so wild when they were deep inside them. Seljuk was about to experience it. He could wait no longer.
"Seljuk wishes to rut.” With a Rough woman, he would not have said this. He would have just stabbed his cock inside her as fast as he could. They were used to it that way. He put his fingers inside Keera's wet cunt, this time using two of them. She squirmed beneath his touch. He touched her inner walls and slid in and out. He withdrew his fingers slowly and patted her mound gently.
"Woman ready. Get man's cock today, not boy's like in Palace."
He felt her shiver with anticipation. Before she could protest, he inserted the head of his ruddy cock. First he felt a slight tightness, then a rush of slickness from her inner reaches. He knew she would feel a great pressure, but it would not be displeasing to her.
Seljuk was not rough, nor was he easy. He knew just the right technique for insertion and the right angle to slip his cock into her tender young cunt. His foreskin pulled back to expose his head and he delighted in the wet feel it encountered. This was no time for a virgin's weak protest. He did not feel like fighting her; he felt like
fucking her. She would be happier when it was over, they all were. Deflowering virgins had been a great pleasure of his adult life and he took it seriously. The time spent bumping a woman's ass and riding between her plump thighs was for male pleasure, he always felt. But if the woman enjoyed it, so be it. Let her. There was no shame in it.
He pressed inward and felt a slight tightening of Keera's pink inner walls. His head nudged against them, and they willingly opened further to accept his great size. Then he inched slowly into her hot lush valley until they were one.
"Keera open eyes.” Seljuk commanded her. “Enjoy."
* * * *
Keera thought she would die, but with pleasure. There was no pain, just a downward push from Seljuk's sturdy thighs. Keera anticipated the push as she had been taught and relaxed her lower body to help him with his task. She felt as if she was enveloped in a cloud of fur. The bed coverings underneath her naked skin yielded to her every movement. They were so soft and fine, as she imagined the clouds in the sky if she could lie upon them. Everywhere her skin touched, there was breathtaking softness, and on top of her, Seljuk's hairy chest tickled her nipples, almost making her insane with pleasure.
Just as she was getting used to the feel of a man's cock inside her, Seljuk reached underneath her ass with his huge hands. Her small buttocks fit perfectly into his hands as he extended his fingers to grab her flesh. He pulled her to and fro slowly upon his groin. Keera was now fully wet and Seljuk was also. Instead of thrusting and withdrawing his long shaft from inside her woman's well, he pulled her back and forth upon him with long strokes. The kneading and releasing motion almost made Keera pass out from pleasure. She never wanted this to end. His cock felt just the right length inside her, all wet and slick. Before this had started, she would have thought him too large, but no more. She was willing to take his size and keep it inside her.
Only a minute or two had gone by. Seljuk was riding her slowly, letting his cock sink in and then pulling all but the head out of her. The sensation was sweet agony for her.