Outlaws

by David Aries

  Esther squealed in gleeful appreciation.

  Despite my gusto, eating her out wasn’t only for her pleasure. It was blissful. Everything about licking her dripping snatch entranced me. Tasting her nectar was addictive; I could get drunk off her need. It was a welcomed assault on all my senses.

  I chose to believe Esther felt similar. At the very least, she was in rapture. Everything gave her away. Her moans, her wetness, especially the way her lower half spasmed.

  She stopped licking, releasing her groans without a buffer, and took me in her mouth.

  So hot, so wet, so wonderful. A man could fall in crazy love with her from this alone. My swelling member was ready to bow down and call her queen.

  We were both lost in a world of hedonism. I’d missed her touch and her eagerness proved she’d missed mine. I wanted it to last forever but she was too good. Every brush of her lips made me groan. The tease of her tongue made me melt. Her moans, vibrating my length, pushed me to the limit.

  “Esther,” I said, breaths stroking her vulnerable slit. “I’m gonna cum.”

  “Me too.” She gasped, nursing the tip of my cock. “I wanna cum together; wanna cum with you.”

  She should have learned how dangerous that phrase was. Perhaps she knew and was playing dumb? Possibly, she forgot in the heat of the moment. Didn’t matter. It was a tug on my chain.

  I gripped her cute ass, dragged her slit to my mouth, and feasted on her wetness with enthusiasm fit for any occasion.

  Esther cried but did not bottle. She countered with equal vigor. Our mouths worked, pushing to entice the other, encouraging them to surrender and release everything.

  My pent-up lust couldn’t resist. She played me like an instrument and I rewarded her as expected. With a groan, I released. My hot cum shot out, filling her adoring mouth.

  Cumming broke my guard; my concentration. As I succumbed, her orgasm struck and marked me. She always was a squirter, but you’d never hear me complaining. Perhaps some don’t like it messy. I loved seeing her cum, feeling her cum, making her cum. The harder, the more obvious, the more pride I felt. Being stained by her pheromone-laced scent was a badge of honor I wore proudly.

  We got days’ worth of pent-up frustrations out of systems before collapsing. I got the floor. Esther got my body.

  Still no objection.

  Esther withdrew from my cock and gasped for air. “That was… why can’t you do what you’re told? I’ve missed this so much.”

  “It’s only been a few days,” I reminded her.

  “Feels like weeks.”

  “Nobody forced you to stay away.”

  “He did when he made himself a criminal.”

  “Come on, that’s not right. Sure, I understand me being punished, but not you.” I kissed her exposed slit. “You deserve all the attention you can get.”

  “Don’t try and butter me up,” she gasped, words quivering.

  “Sounds like you’re enjoying it.” I sucked her clit. It was too close, too inviting, to resist.

  Esther howled, arching her back. “You animal! You tease! I’m supposed to be mad at you, but you make it so hard.”

  Agreed. That little nub was pretty stiff.

  Her sensitivity was heightened after her orgasm. She quivered harder than usual. It was a shame I couldn’t see her face. It was sure to be a picture.

  “Stop, stop,” Esther eventually begged.

  Teasing was fun but I did what she asked.

  Esther stumbled off me and flopped on the edge of the tub. She rested on her stomach and lifted her rear toward me. Her fingers spread her horny folds, exposing her hot pink insides. “Fuck me, right now, or I’ll punish you again,” she moaned, glancing back at me. Her complexion was bright red. Raw need burned in her brown eyes.

  I grinned, growling under my breath. “I wouldn’t want that, would I? Wouldn’t want that at all.” I stroked my hands along her perfect hips. They were wide without further comparison needed but seemed more so thanks to her slender waist. My hands fitted snugly in place, holding her steady. Next came what she thirsted for. My shaft, stiff as a board, revitalized by her sex appeal.

  It slipped in, as if we were made to be connected.

  She howled, almost stumbling into the water. “Finally! You don’t know how much I missed this!”

  “I have an idea,” I growled, kissing her back. She wasn’t alone. My dreams had been plagued without her. My mornings were filled with wood. A few days of denial was enough. I was too dependent on my harem. Finally free of the doghouse, I couldn’t hold back. I went fast from the start. There was no need to ease her into it. She was soaked.

  Esther filled the room with her moans. Gall had soundproofed more than just the bedrooms. Echoes bounced, an audio playback of this moment.

  “Harder,” she begged, hands gripping the tub’s rim for dear life.

  I obliged, swinging my hips. My hard abs smacked against her gorgeous white ass, turning those round cheeks red.

  “More,” she cried, pitch getting higher with each squeal.

  She made me feel like a predator; like a caveman marking his property. I curled her tail around my fist.

  Esther shrieked, head flinging back. It wasn’t anything to do with pain. That was the sound of a woman experiencing unadulterated pleasure; one having her weak spots exploited. “Gonna cum! Jake… Jake! You’re making me cum!”

  Her insides were wild. Her warning wasn’t needed. I teased her tail and powered my hips to assist her in achieving what she needed.

  With a cry, a squeeze, and a spasm, Esther gushed, spraying her liquid arousal.

  “So good,” she chanted, drooling. Her eyes had a certain hazy quality to them, eyelids fluttering.

  Gorgeous.

  “We’re not done yet,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her and standing straight. She was trapped against me. Her back was pinned to my coarse chest and my cock remained buried in her pussy. There was no way for her to escape and I took advantage by ravishing her body.

  In that position, there was no hiding her face. It was a picture of inadvertent seduction. The glisten of saliva on her lips, the red burning her cheeks, and the wetness in the corner of her eyes. Those features could turn any man into a deviant. I was already a victim.

  I stole a kiss and filled her with all my strength. My hips were a runaway train. There was no stopping until the engine blew.

  On and on and on and on I went. Her body was too good. She was too good. I couldn’t have enough of her. I’d lost all control.

  Esther’s moans filled my throat. She didn’t try to stop me, nor scold me. She accepted me with feverish need. Her body squeezed tight, amplifying everything I did to her.

  It was irresistible. The inevitable was a matter of when, not if. I could feel it rising up. It was the end, and what a climax it would be. The only fitting conclusion to a bout of rough sweaty animalistic sex.

  With one final jerk, I unloaded my cum deep inside of Esther.

  She fluttered as I filled her up, packing my mouth with a song of familiar pleasure. What a greedy girl, finishing with me.

  Her sudden burst made my orgasm last even longer, draining out more than I’d expected. With it went my energy. I fell back while clinging hold of her like a possessive boyfriend. Not that I viewed myself that way. Although, I didn’t want to let her go.

  Neither of us made a move. We sprawled on the floor, wetness replaced with sweat. The air stank of sex, but we guzzled it down without a word of protest.

  “We’re gonna need another bath,” Esther said.

  “True,” I said. “My legs don’t seem to feel like moving.”

  “Mine either,” she giggled.

  It was amazing how a floor could feel better than a luxury mattress when you had somebody snuggled up against you.

  Esther gave me a light tap. “And let this be a lesson. Behave yourself and I won’t need to withhold this again.”

  “Mercy, please.”

  “No way. I need
you out of trouble.” She shimmied from back to belly, resting her soft breasts on my hard chest. “But I guess that’s kind of your charm. If you didn’t jump whenever you saw someone in need, you wouldn’t be you.”

  “Exactly. It’s cruel to hold it against me.”

  “Nice try,” she said, poking my nose. “Don’t think this means I’ll stop nagging. Someone needs to keep you alive.”

  “I’m glad I have you,” I said, squeezing her tight ass and kissing her lips. My legs weren’t functioning, but my hands were still good to go.

  Esther purred into the embrace.

  Sleep, plus another bath, could wait a little longer. I’d missed spending quality time with my gorgeous girl. She knew just the trick to lift my spirits. And I knew how to make her moan my name.

  Chapter 14

  Waking up without a tower in your pants is wonderful. My sex drive had never been a problem on Earth. A result of my half-breed awakening, or caused by the beauties surrounding me? I had no clue. Maybe a combo? Either way, I was glad to be off the hook. To an extent.

  The Oath was a thing of the past but our safety wasn’t assured. Titania and I remained under house arrest. Grabadon’s guards were still searching and there were plenty of other scoundrels interested in earning some dosh. We’d won a battle, not the war.

  Titania’s mood remained on the low side. Having to partake in another bout of not-even-minimum wage labor didn’t do much to help.

  On the contrary, work couldn’t do a thing to hamper my jolly mood. No amount of colleague incompetence and general mundane tedium could drag me down. My smile was there for the whole world to see… excluding those who wanted to arrest us.

  “You look creepy,” Titania said.

  “I feel great,” I responded.

  “Go feel great somewhere else.”

  “Don’t be grumpy,” I said, polishing a glass. “We kicked The Oath’s arse. Esther said we should be leaving soon. Today’s a good day.”

  “If you say so. It’d be better if I didn’t need to do this shit,” she groaned, flopping across the bar.

  “Quit bellyaching,” Gall said, cuffing Titania behind the ear. For a big girl, she sure seemed to pop out of nowhere.

  “Dammit, old woman! Do it yourself.”

  “I’m putting my ass on the line to hide you. This is the least you can do.”

  “I didn’t ask you to.”

  Gall pinched Titania’s cheek. “Stop being a brat and get to it. You don’t hear Jake complaining.”

  “This is nothing,” I said, starting on the next glass.

  “See? Now that’s a real man. Hot, strong, good work ethic. Probably great in the sack.”

  “If he’s so perfect, why don’t you marry him?” Titania sneered.

  “Not a bad idea, Tina,” Gall chuckled, eyeing me up. “Not a bad idea at all.”

  A shiver ran down my spine. Okay, there was one thing that could dampen my spirits.

  An insistent knocking rescued me from Gall’s man-hungry clutches.

  “What is it now?” Gall groaned, heaving the door open. “What’s with all the yelling?”

  “Please, help her!” the visitor begged.

  I recognized that voice and rushed over. Diarmuid clung to Gall’s front. His face was red, breathing was shot, and hands were shaking.

  “Calm down,” Gall ordered. “What’s going on?”

  “They’re taking her,” he said.

  “Who?”

  “Blair! They’re taking her away!”

  “What?!” I yelled. Blair’s situation had slipped my mind. I’d been distracted by Titania’s issues and our struggles with The Oath.

  Titania barged past me. “What are you talking about?!”

  “The guards. They have her. They’re taking her in.” Diarmuid clutched his head. Tears streamed down his worn features. “I don’t know what to do. I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

  “No,” I whispered, feet frozen. Hadn’t Frederic stopped harassing her?

  Titania snarled and bolted into the street.

  “Tina!” Gall yelled. She growled and slapped my back. “Snap outta it. You need to go.”

  “Huh?” I said, mind hazy.

  “She’s about to do something stupid. Go help.”

  I got the memo and sprinted after Titania. Even I, with my poor knowledge of Grabadon, could navigate to the garage. Not that there was anything to find. The lot was empty. There was no Titania, no guards, and no Blair. Down the road, in the distance, there was a wagon. It was the second I’d seen other than our own and it was heading for the Farming District. It couldn’t be a coincidence. I shoved through the main road lollygaggers and sprinted after the caravan. “Get out of the way!” There wasn’t time for courtesy. If the wagon passed through the inner gate, Blair was a lost cause.

  The closer I got, the thinner the crowd became. They’d vacated to let the vehicle through and were slow to regroup. It gave me an unobscured view down the road. The trundling wagon approached its target. Guards protected its flank. They were colliding with a short green fireball.

  “Let me through!” Titania roared, attacking with one-track determination. It wasn’t working. The guards had her. Five united to withstrain her squirming mass. She’d rushed to help without bringing her weapons, nerfing her combat abilities.

  “Hands off!” I yelled, treating the guards like skittles.

  As they fell, they spilled Titania. I grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

  “What are you doing here?” she said.

  “The same thing you are,” I replied, keeping my eyes fixed on the wagon. We were a good minute away on foot and it was arriving at the gate. Time was against us. I gritted down and ran with everything I had.

  A second group of guards rushed out to cut us off, weapons in hand. “Don’t let them through!”

  In my normal state, I couldn’t handle armed soldiers. Neither could Titania. There was only way through. And I’d been doing such a good job hiding it. No longer. Blair needed me.

  Sorry, Esther.

  I roared and summoned my half-breed power. Blue flames erupted out, flaring my eyes and engulfing my fists.

  My opponents froze and stared. “It’s true. The rumors were true.”

  They remained motionless as I descended upon them, bursting through their line with an explosive slam. That was a second defense bypassed. The path to the wagon was clear.

  The gate churned into life, swinging open. It was in no rush, but it didn’t need to be. Running wasn’t gonna get us there. I had to think of a plan.

  I grabbed the chasing Titania and channeled my power. “Hold on.” When I released, we shot into the air. Rather than heading up, we propelled forward, flying toward the wagon. It was what I’d hoped for. The road, and the distance, passed in a blur. Against the odds, we were gonna make it.

  More guards flooded from the opening gate. They formed up to protect the wagon, right around the spot we were projected to land.

  “Do something,” Titania squealed.

  I opened wide and sprayed my flame breath at the soldiers.

  They jumped apart, avoiding the fire. It opened the route.

  We skidded on solid ground but managed to keep our balance. The wagon was within touching distance. I reached out to realize our goal.

  My hand fell short.

  I screamed. Piercing agony shot through my leg and dragged me down to one knee. A spear was lodged deep in my calf.

  Titania, still holding my hand, stumbled when my weight dropped. “Jake!”

  “Go on without me,” I said. Who knew I’d ever utter such a cliché line?

  She nodded and went alone. Titania was our last chance at saving Blair. She raced for the wagon but never made it that far. More guards slipped from the gate and cut her off.

  I growled. How many were there? It was ridiculous.

  The gate started closing at the same leisurely pace it’d opened. There was only one reason for it to shut.

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�No,” I gasped. It was now or never. I tried to stand.

  A sword sliced into my shoulder, ending my ascent.

  “Let me through!” Titania screamed. She darted from side to side, looking for a way past the guards. There wasn’t any. Her foes wielded shields and an array of weapons designed to kill. She was unarmed; helpless against them. It was the underground caverns all over again.

  I gut punched my attacker and dragged the sword from my flesh. Another tried to strike me, but my instincts warned and my body reacted. I elbowed her before rolling away. The spear in my leg painfully reminded me that it existed. I crushed it to pieces. Splinters dug into my flesh. They weren’t enough to stop me. I battled to my feet and charged at the line keeping Titania at bay. “Move!”

  They met me with their shields. Each braced as one, bouncing me off. Together, they were an immovable object.

  “Dammit! No!” I yelled, slamming with everything I had. The pieces crumbled but not fast enough. There were seconds left. I had to break through without delay or…

  The gate slammed shut. That was it. Blair was on the other side, where we couldn’t reach her.

  My heart sunk. That was the nail in the coffin. I’d failed. Blair was in Frederic’s mitts. That bastard finally had his prize. There was nothing I could do.

  Something heavy clubbed me in the temple.

  I collapsed, ears ringing. The left side of my face throbbed. I tried to rub it, but my arm didn’t answer. Everything was off. The world spun around me.

  What are you doing?! Get up.

  My inner demon barked, but I couldn’t respond. The blow had knocked me silly. It wasn’t the only thing. Blair was gone. She wasn’t someone special to me, an associate at most, but it tore me up inside. I had a gut feeling I knew why she’d been taken.

  Ignore your gut. Listen to me. If you don’t move, we’re fucked.

  The guards were on me. They pinned me down, restraining my movements more than a possible concussion ever could.

  “Someone get that collar on him,” one of the guards said, or at least that’s what I heard. Things still had a way to go before they came back into focus.