The Fractured World 5

by David Aries

  My lips pressed into hers, muffling her words with my wandering tongue.

  As much as I adored the sound of her voice, I had to confess that her moans were even sweeter.

  Closing the door as I passed, I carried Trez through the shuttle and dropped her onto the garish king-sized bed stuffed into the vessel’s rear.

  She gasped, licking the saliva from her lips. “Hmph, I love when you do shit like that!”

  “What about when I do this?” I said, spreading her legs and pulling her out of her shorts and excitement-soaked underwear.

  Her slit glistened invitingly, begging me to come closer.

  Keeping her thighs apart, I answered the call and kissed Trez right where she adored.

  She replied with a high-pitched squeak. “Fuck! Why are you so damn good with your lips?”

  “You know what they call me.”

  Trez weaved her fingers into my hair and pushed me down. “Don’t even think about it.”

  Hey, if she would rather feel my lips than hear my cheesy jokes, so be it. I was more than happy to provide: to suck, to kiss, to lick, and to love.

  More moans popped from her lips as her trembling thighs thudded into my palms. “F-fuck! You don’t know how badly I’ve needed this. I’m telling ya, this pregnancy business is totally whack. Why did nobody warn me I’d have a libido like a damn krodoze on gogesse?” She twitched, tightening her grip. “My mom’s had around fifty of us. Couldn’t she have given me a heads-up?”

  Truth be told, I couldn’t tell much difference. It wasn’t as if Trez was known for her prudish attitude.

  Our first night together sprung to mind.

  However, if she claimed she was desperate, I wasn’t going to hold back. With my face secured, I stopped holding her legs and let my hands wander up her body, beneath the fabric hiding her swollen chest.

  I brushed my fingers over her stiff nipples.

  She shrieked and bucked. “Brandon! Not there! Didn’t I warn you they were—holy fuck!” Her thighs clamped around my skull as her fingers curled so tightly it was like she was trying to rip my hair out.

  I didn’t mind; I knew what it meant.

  Trez filled the bedroom with euphoric cries as she lost control of her trembling body. Her pent-up lust finally got its release, soaking me in the process.

  As expected.

  My face was saturated by the time she was done riding my tongue. There was no escaping her warmth or the accompanying fragrance which always left my mind thoroughly tantalized.

  The same could be said for the sight of her flushed expression still recovering from its orgasmic stupor.

  “That was… hmph,” Trez said. “I concede. Call yourself magic lips, or tongue, or whatever, all you want. As long as I get to reap the benefits…”

  “Of course, you will.” I kissed. “What’s the point of knowing this stuff and not using it?” And again. “What’s the point of knowing how to please a woman and not using it to make your mates happy?” And one more, just because I could.

  Trez chewed her bottom lip. “Good… point.” Her fingers fidgeted. “And… if you wanna do that, like, right this second, I ain’t gonna complain.”

  I smirked.

  Well, if that’s what the lady wants…

  Our den’s silence vanished in a flash as Trez’s lips returned to a one-woman orchestra singing my praises for only me to hear.

  I thanked Trez for her kindness the way I knew best: by driving her wild.

  Pregnancy had increased her libido? It was nothing to worry about; my mouth was an answer to all her problems. I focused on her weak points, giving her the attention her body required.

  She responded in turn with ear-ringing moans, back-scratching spasms, and more than enough moments of raw ecstasy to make a man feel like a king.

  It’s hard not to feel empowered when there’s a woman screaming your name as you push her to nirvana for the dozenth time in a crazed flurry.

  “Brandon,” Trez gasped in a wonderfully husky tone. “You’re too much. Seriously, how did I end up landing a stud like you?”

  “What’s so weird about it?” I said as I took the chance to lick her flavor from my lips. “You’re a damn goddess. All I’m doing is treating you as such.”

  She growled under her breath. “That’s it, buster. Pants off.”

  I was happy to oblige. All that fooling around had left my trousers suffocatingly tight.

  Trez’s eyes lit up. Her tails stroked up my length. “Hmm, as stupidly big as always. Hope you’re ready for the main event.”

  “Don’t you know it,” I said with a growl, holding her steady so I could make us one.

  So I could give her what we both craved.

  There was a reason for that; the first step alone was enough to wash me in molten hot pleasure. I almost crumbled right there and then, but, somehow, I held on.

  It didn’t take a genius to know Trez loved what we were doing every bit as much as I did. Her fingers dragged on the bed’s sweat-soaked sheets as she unsuccessfully muffled her moans with a firm bite on her lower lip.

  It was a hypnotic scene designed to drive men wild, but I kept primitive nature at bay. Instead, I moved slowly—carefully. I made sure not to go too fast, or too hard, or anything which could have consequences.

  Trez lifted her head. “What’re you doing, Muscles? Come on. Get these hips moving.” She slapped my sides with her legs.

  I didn’t bite; I focused on maintaining a gentle rhythm.

  “Stop teasing me,” she moaned, hands reaching up. “Give it to me properly. Make me squeal for you.”

  I nipped my bottom lip. “I’m not sure I should…”

  Her eyes widened. “Wait, wait, wait! You better not be holding back coz I’m preggerz.”

  “Well… yeah.”

  She grumbled. “Dammit, Muscles! I told you how horny I’ve been. What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I can’t help it! It doesn’t feel right…”

  Trez growled and went on the attack. She threw her arms at my shoulders while her legs kicked out.

  I stumbled a smidgen, leaning to the side so I didn’t land on Trez.

  She used that to her advantage, twisting me around so I landed on my back and she ended up in my lap, looking down at me from above.

  “You think Eret would have given me the sexy green light if there was any danger?” she said. “Don’t treat me like some damn softie. Give. Me. What. I. Want.” With every word, she bounced her hips, taking what I denied her.

  Physically, there was no contest between us, yet I was powerless to stop her. Every movement was too damn good. The bliss paralyzed me, demanding my surrender.

  “I keep telling you,” Trez said with a moan,” I know my body better than you do. You’ve gotta trust me.” Her hands found mine, guiding them along her thighs until they were resting on her hips. “You don’t need to hold back; I don’t want you to hold back! Show me what a beast you can be.” She leaned down, nibbling my bottom lip. “Make this a break to remember.”

  Molten hot need rampaged through my veins. Her words, her actions, pried open the cage I’d been trying to keep locked. I flipped us around, pushing her back into the bed with me on top. My lips claimed hers as my hips picked up the intensity.

  Trez squeaked into my mouth as she threw her limbs and tails around me, clinging on as I gave her what she’d begged for.

  I didn’t hold back—it was no longer an option. My wild side was in control, and it wouldn’t stop until the deed was done.

  My beautiful zulk goddess responded in turn. Her body went wild. She shuddered, moaned, and scratched my back up as her dreams came true.

  As her libido got what it craved.

  I couldn’t say I didn’t hunger for the same; a volatile sensation was building inside of me. Each stroke fanned its flames.

  Every second I spent with Trez brought me closer to the edge.

  She was too wonderful. How was I supposed to resist? Simply put, I couldn
’t—nobody could. Her moans, her scent, her touch, her… her everything, it was too much for me to handle.

  “Do it,” she groaned into my mouth. “Don’t you dare hold back. I expect to be leaving this ship with twins.”

  That one sentence was like a strike from Thor’s hammer. It demolished the dam restraining my eruption. There was no longer anything to hold it back.

  There was nothing to contain the rapture washing over me.

  I held Trez as tight as I could as every inch of me was blessed by an angel’s kiss. My mind blanked, overloaded with pleasure, as I gave Trez the blessing she rasped for.

  The way she squeezed her legs around my hips suggested it was more than warmly received.

  It took time for my brain to finish rebooting, and for my body to come down from its high. I gasped for air as I remained in place, holding my small zulk mate against me.

  “Damn, I needed that,” Trez said.

  “Glad I could be of service,” I replied.

  She grinned and gave me a small thump. “See? What did I tell you? We chicks are made of tough stuff.”

  I rolled to her side. “I concede.”

  She rolled too so her chin rested on my chest. “Damn straight, you do. I’ve still got months left until I’m popping this little guy out. There’s no way I’m letting you deny me the good stuff.”

  “Alright, alright,” I said as I rubbed my hand up her back. “Just as long as the good doctor doesn’t say otherwise.”

  “Deal,” she said, shuffling closer with her lips puckered.

  I leaned in and sealed the contract.

  Chapter 14

  I craned my neck in appreciation of the hillock.

  A small rock mound? It didn’t appear so when you were looking at it from below. The hillock did a wonderful job of playing the part of a lone mountain isolated in flat territory.

  “Ready to go?” I said as I looked at the brave climber standing by my side.

  Casella giggled. “Yes. Let’s do this!”

  My mind plotted a speedy route to the summit. However, I didn’t use it. Not this time. Instead, I ambled up at a leisurely pace while keeping an eye on my beautiful action girl.

  She hunted each handhold down herself without the aid of any cheat-code power. Grip by grip, Casella dragged herself up the rock face until she scrambled her way onto the flattened top.

  “Nice one,” I said.

  Her face lit up. “All my climbing practice has paid off, yes?”

  “Definitely. You’ll be giving me a run for my money soon enough.”

  To think she’d been raised to be little more than some Stepford trophy wife. Her old man had no idea what potential he’d been stifling.

  I can only imagine how surprised he’d be if he saw her now…

  Shockingly enough, we hadn’t climbed up here to show off our prowess. We were heading to the nearby observation post—Ulium’s most important—where Bipp and Keith were waiting.

  Keith’s eyes lit up when we approached. “Bro! Please tell me you’re here to take over. I’m so hungry I could eat a house.”

  “That I am, my good man,” I replied. “Go! You are free! Run along before Millith wonders where you are and starts getting grouchy.”

  “Oh, shit,” Keith said, bolting forward. He thumped me on the shoulder as he passed. “Appreciate it, bro! Later!”

  Bipp made her exit at a more leisurely pace while handing over the binoculars. “One has nothing to report. Good luck.”

  “Hopefully, I won’t need it,” I said, saluting.

  Keeping watch was a job we never skimped upon, but also one that had become increasingly more obsolete as time had passed. These days, trouble never reared its head. Only a fool would dare attack a camp protected by a group of xioths, an army of herixes, and a zerrin’s mate who took his job too seriously.

  Even the local wildlife had learned to keep their distance, no matter how tempting our farmland may be.

  I didn’t expect much to happen, but I kept my eyes peeled all the same. Staying busy stopped me from grumbling about being barred from the glade while Trez and DD put the finishing touches to the shuttle.

  Casella giggled. “You look awfully happy, my Brandon.”

  “Can you blame me?” I replied. “We’re so close. Trez said the ship might be ready today if things go well.”

  We’d been keeping the time frame on the down low to stop Ulium from descending into hysteria, but that hadn’t stopped the atmosphere around camp from getting giddier by the day. Even though we hadn’t said anything, everyone felt it; they knew we were almost there.

  “I was so excited, I hardly slept a wink,” Casella said as she applauded while bouncing on the spot.

  “Really? I remember you sleeping like a baby.”

  She gasped. “I did not! I was up all night wondering where we’d go when we leave this place.”

  I sighed. “Guess we can’t keep putting our decision off forev—” I jolted and shimmied around like a meerkat on guard.

  “My Brandon?” Casella said.

  “I’ve got a bad feeling,” I replied, growling under my breath as I scanned the landscape with the binoculars.

  However, I couldn’t see a thing.

  Is it just my imagination?

  “Brandon!” Casella squealed.

  I twisted toward her voice and froze.

  A huge flock of familiar black creatures descended from the sky. Dozens upon dozens of metaleaters were coming closer by the second.

  Every trace of elation in my body drained away. It was replaced by a surge of adrenaline demanding I get my ass in gear and stop standing there with my dick in my hand.

  It was obvious what the metaleaters had come for, and I couldn’t let them have it.

  “Get the others!” I yelled as I drew my axe and raced toward the clearing. “I’ll hold them off!”

  The glade was two minutes away, tops, but so were the metaleaters. I couldn’t afford to waste time. Climbing down the hillock? Not happening. I skidded down the face before shooting into the forest like a bat out of hell.

  Hold, on Trez. I’m coming.

  She answered with a scream.

  I tightened my fist as a hint of metallic orange came into view… along with a chunk of darkness.

  The gold medal went to a metaleater. It parked itself on the ship’s ceiling, mouth open and ready for a feast.

  With a roar, I jumped through the air and smashed into the predator, axe first.

  My blow cleaned the robot out, sending it shooting into a wall of trees where it exploded into pieces.

  “Serves you right!” I said as I landed on the shuttle’s roof, but this was no time to celebrate. The rest of the metal relay team were incoming.

  The metaleaters descended on the clearing like a pack of oversized flies.

  I swatted them away, barring them access to the prize they sought.

  “Brandon!” Trez squealed, head poking out the door. “Is that you?!”

  “Hey, beautiful,” I replied as I split a metaleater’s head in two. “Miss me?”

  “The fuck do you think?!”

  I swallowed a chuckle. “Get back inside; I’ll handle this.” After all, it was an area I had experience with.

  Losing experience.

  The metaleaters were looking to make history repeat itself. More of the winged monsters forced their way into the clearing, eyes firmly locked on the ship.

  I smacked every fiend who showed their face. They could try all they wanted, but there were two big differences between this fight and our one by the water. For one, there was no drowning man who needed saving. On top of that, they couldn’t descend upon this shuttle as they pleased. Unless they felt like ripping up the forest, their only way in was from the small gap above.

  Right into my waiting arms.

  I held my ground and played a new variant of baseball, filling the clearing with a fresh metallic rain.

  One by one, metaleaters fell, yet the sky remained black.
They were like some robot hydra—whenever I killed one, another two took its place.

  How many of these bastards are there?

  And where’s my backup?

  I was used to having a number’s disadvantage, but it seemed strange my side was still stuck on ‘one’. Ulium wasn’t that far away; help should have arrived by now.

  “Master Brandon,” DD said from the ship’s door.

  “DD?” I hadn’t realized she was here.

  “There is a call for you.” She tossed me a communicator—the same sort the herixes wore around their wrists.

  Catching and fighting at the same time wasn’t my speciality, but I just about managed to stop myself from fumbling the bracer I then held to my ear. “Hello?”

  “Urgent assistance required,” the voice on the other side said. “I repeat: urgent assistance required.”

  “Demi?!”

  “Brandon,” she replied. “A force of enemy robots have infiltrated The Core. We’re holding them back as I speak, but they have us outnumbered. Requesting reinforcements.”

  “No can do,” I replied as I clobbered another foe. “Metaleaters are attacking the ship.”

  “It’s not just the ship,” Faris said, joining the call. “Ulium is under attack.”

  For a moment, my mind froze… before an incoming metaleater woke me up. “You can’t be serious!”

  “Dead serious. We’re trying to keep them back, but—”

  “There’s too many of them!” Akko squealed, one of many high-pitched cries coming from the background.

  I snarled.

  No, no, no!

  This can’t be happening. It just can’t…

  One attack was bad enough. Three? That was taking the piss. Whoever was behind this crap knew what they were doing.

  What was I supposed to do? My mates needed me, but I couldn’t leave the ship. This was our one and only way off the planet. If I let it go, we’d never be able to leave.

  But if I didn’t and lost somebody, would that be any better?

  I didn’t have a choice. I—

  “Understood,” Demi said. “We’ll handle this alone. You can count on us.”

  “Affirmative,” Faris replied. “I’ll do the same here. Brandon, have you got the ship?”

  “Huh? S-sure.” Even as my mind played silly buggers, my arms were still focused on batting away metaleaters.