by Lia Nox
Soon.
But for now this was enough, thrusting between her pressed thighs from behind, her juices coating my cock until her whole body contorted with it, her moans rushing out one after the other.
She looked completely overwhelmed and consumed by what she felt. It was intoxicating to watch.
As she squirmed under me I felt a pulsating throb wrapping around my cock, and I just couldn’t hold on any longer. Each throb caused me to pour into her, filling her, our juices mixing together as we both rode out an intensity that I could only liken to the thrill of hunting. Not that hunting could even remotely come close to how raw and passionate this felt.
The tension that had racked our bodies had now started to soften, but I still longed to be close to her and her to me. Moving back so that I lay beside her once more, I pulled her towards me so that we could look at one another face to face; the sweat on her brow, the flush of her cheeks, the satisfied contentment in her eyes, they all created this perfect picture for me to enjoy.
And finally sated, she rested once more.
Zuvo
Leaving behind Axar and Tarnan had never felt like much of a chore before; we were used to having to separate out on a hunt, be it for prey, enemies or supplies. But this evening it made me uncomfortable in a way I’d never felt before. I didn’t feel any underlying threat, but rather that I needed to move quickly and efficiently to get the task at hand completed. Lingering here, too far away from the others, left us all vulnerable.
Our prize, if that’s what she really was, had proven herself to be resourceful – what we saw as useless, she appeared to see an opportunity.
She seemed more familiar with the technology of the masters even going so far as to craft a device that might be able to span the divide of language and find more of the supplies in their odd containers.
She had a long way to go before I felt certain she was a good long-term investment, but I was willing to try.
Still, that didn’t make having her along for the ride any easier. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy her company, or appreciate her form, but rather that I knew she posed a potential risk if she couldn’t fully protect herself.
One of my hands absently flipped a rusted metal sheet out of the way, the dust from the ground billowing in a plume of smoke; it caused me to squint my eyes slightly.
This dust would cake our prize if she wasn’t able to properly clothe herself, something I reminded myself of as I pressed forward once again. The fabric coverings she wore at the moment wouldn’t last much longer, we needed a way to cover her delicate frame to keep her clean and safe on the journey ahead. In some respects, it saddened me to have to cover up such a stunning creature: her full breasts, the curve of her waist, the way her mound was lightly covered in coarse hair. She was something to behold.
Reaching down I managed to pick up a handful of materials that, if bent into shape, would provide the necessary coverage for what we needed. I’d decided that these were to be placed over the top of her softer garments only, as to sit them so close to the skin would damage her more than no shielding at all; we were bred to attack not defend, but without her having any combat skills to protect herself, the need for armor was of the utmost importance. I just hope this metal would suffice, it was durable but it would be crudely made.
Unfortunately, we were strapped for anything better right now. A short gruff left my lips as I gathered it altogether and started back towards the camp. All the while I kept my eyes sharp, narrowing them to hone in on the slightest sign of other teams hiding out in the wilderness; so far there was nothing. To say it was unusual was an understatement, one which unnerved me. We’d seen our fair share of enemies, but no teams were a cause for great concern.
By the time I got back, Axar sorted through the remains of the station on more time, searching for anything of value, while Tarnan rested beside the prize. When they heard me, both of them shot a glance my way, before quietly getting to their feet and meeting me near the opening.
“Ho, brothers. All is clear.” I held forth my finding, and the three of us examined it, hoping that with careful molding it would suffice.
“Any sign of any other the others?” Axar wondered, grabbing my shoulder.
I shook my head. “No signs of anyone. None of the other teams. No prey. None of the sounds of the masters from their complex.” I glanced away, more disturbed than I cared to admit. “There is nothing.”
Axar’s frown caused me to pause though; he was troubled, his biceps tight with strain.
I knew what he was getting at: this wasn’t like the training we’d had. When we’d previously gone out on training missions, we’d always discovered other teams, both friendly and foe.
What we’d all assumed on waking was that we were taking part in a race to beat others to caches of supplies.
Or find clues that would tell us which team we would battle.
Anything.
Now we knew better; it felt different and alien to us all.
As much as it pained me to admit, having our masters to give us orders would have given a greater sense of direction and purpose.
It was a sentiment Axar shared with me, but Tarnan as usual looked less concerned.
“It does not truly change,” he shrugged. “Whatever comes, we must be ready for it, and win. Is that not how it has always been?”
I fought back the urge to shake him. He was always the most optimistic and playful of us. Sometimes I envied his ability to enjoy the thrill of it all without having to scrutinize everything.
As if sensing my mock annoyance, Tarnan continued. “It’s a shame the spiders didn’t lead to a larger challenge. Though, the timing would have been complicated.” He glanced over to our slowly waking prize, and heat flared through me, remembering that first taste of her.
“Grumpy?”
I darted my gaze over to our prize: she was now sat up and watching us, clearly trying to understand what we were all talking about.
Knowing all too well that despite whatever miracle she’d wrought from the masters’ refuse, I wouldn’t be able to properly explain our plans to her, I gave her a tight-lipped smile before I walked over, dropping the pieces of armor at her feet.
She looked down at them, her eyes taking in how I’d fashioned each piece together; she seemed impressed. I picked up the chest plating and held it out in front of my body, beckoning her to come and get dressed.
Her slight frame stretched out as she unfurled from her resting position and stood before me. Axar and Tarnan joined me, their hands working fast to replace the other items of clothing that had become worn; her body twisted and turned as she allowed us to dress her.
Once she was ready, we began placing new attire on her frame, my fingers occasionally touching more of her than what I needed to. I think she noticed, as she tried to stifle a grin as we went about our work, but she never spoke a word.
I turned my attention from her and to my comrades; all of us were taken with this woman, this prize.
At first, we’d not known what to make of her, myself especially, but now she was a useful member of the team who seemed able to make use of the remnants of this planet we were not versed in. Or, at the very least, she was willing to toil with broken pieces we’d overlooked in an attempt to coax life back into them.
I admired her for it. I wanted to show her how much, as I was sure we all did, but for now we had to deal with other matters.
“We must leave now.” I told her, to which she looked lost, her mouth opening into a perfect ‘o’ shape.
I don’t think she understood what I meant, but the tone of my voice resonated with her: I was tense, worried.
Surely, she could tell from my mannerisms and change of tone that I felt her at risk. I looked to Axar and Tarnan for help, the two of them understanding me perfectly.
Tarnan pointed at all of us and then repeated the word again, and this time she seemed less concerned. Perhaps the device needed more time, or for us to speak more slowly.<
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But her wide-eyed look haunted me.
Had that been fear just now? I couldn’t be sure, but I didn’t want to see her that fearful again, at least not because of me.
Axar motioned for us to move forward in the direction he was pointing, but I held up my hand to stop them. His expression told me he wasn’t overly keen on me taking the lead on this, but he would survive.
I held up the cloak I’d made as a way of explaining myself, turning from him to our prize as I tried to tell her it was for the cold. I knew that as we traveled, the terrain and its climate would change as it had done on many other missions; she needed to be prepared.
Her hands reached out and took the rough cloak I’d fashioned from a worn blanket, her fingers feeling the texture and weight of it; it was far from soft, but it would work well against the harsh weather we’d travel through as we left the confines of this protected valley.
Instinctively, she draped it over her shoulders, an action that pleased me to no end. Slowly but surely, we were starting to come together as a new, larger unit that was able to understand each other. In truth, the weather right now was far from what I had intended the cloak for, but our prize seemed pleased at having the option to wear it, and so I left her to admire my work.
A smile painted her face, its features looking more ethereal than ever.
Our masters had never been so kind when we’d done well; they’d merely given us a new toy to play with and then locked us away, ready for the next mission. They’d controlled us with a cruel hand.
She, while not our master, was much more generous in her affection, something I was looking forward to savoring again once we’d made better progress. Before I was able to stop myself, a memory of Axar and I licking her as she’d quivered under our tongues, the taste of her flooding our mouths, popped into my mind.
That was what I wanted to get back to - enjoying our prize as she longed to be enjoyed, and in a way that made us desperate for more. But for now, I could do nothing more than point to where Axar just had, before turning and walking on ahead.
Axar joined me, his stride placing him front and center of our group, while Tarnan remained closer to the girl. His silly antics were making her laugh, the sound rich and full as she watched him perform. He was always such a clown. Not that I minded his love for entertainment, for turning everything into a game, because it helped make the worst of our missions all the more manageable.
I would never outwardly show it, but he had caused me to smile on so many occasions, just as he had Axar as well. When the weight of our task weighed on me and wounded Axar, Tarnan was a way for us to enjoy a break from it all and see the fun of life.
Having left behind the sheltered canopy of the woods, the land began to throw up the dust that had proven an annoyance to me earlier; Axar grimaced as it danced in the air, tickling his nose. Just like me, he too hated the sensation. All I could think about as we walked however, was how at least our prize would remain clean, she wouldn’t get grubby and dirty. I had done my job and done it well, and we were now able to learn more about why we’d ended up like this.
My hope was that the prize would assist us in many ways.
Perhaps she might even help us discover where the masters had gone and why we’d slept for so long.
Delia
I rubbed my cheek against the thick cloak Grumpy had given me, not exactly enjoying its rough texture, but more appreciative that he’d taken the time to bring it to me. I’d been so deep in admiration of his skills that I’d failed to notice that everyone else had stopped moving.
My feet ground to a halt to fall in line with them, my eyes wandering from Eyebrows to Grumpy and then finally to Warrior; they were all staring at me intensely. I knew that I was missing something, but as always, I didn’t have a clue what it was!
“What?” I asked, frustration gnawing away at me as I kept my eyes on them. Deep down I knew it couldn’t be helped that they didn’t understand me, that asking questions of them would confuse the matter further. The translator worked in fits and starts, and until I found more components, there was little I could do to fix the situation.
But I was just so fed up at being stared at, especially by Grumpy - his eyes were piercing.
In response, Grumpy walked over and took the cloak off of my shoulders. My body sprang into action and I went to take it back from him, my annoyance flaring further. He frowned, before turning to Eyebrows and Warrior for help. It was Eyebrows that stepped closer, his face softer than the other two, and mimicked putting the cloak on and then taking it off. I understood that they obviously wanted me to remove it, but what I didn’t understand was why; they’d made this to keep me warm, shouldn’t I be wearing it?
“Joshna.” Grumpy explained and made a shivering motion with his body as he rubbed his arms and finally it clicked with me: they were trying to tell me that it was going to drop colder the further we traveled, and that the cloak was for that time.
I nodded to show that I’d understood what he’d meant, moving the cloak from around me once more to hold it beside me. At this they all nodded in appreciation, happy that we’d been able to navigate yet another round of guess what, and that we could now resume with our plans.
Even though I didn’t say it out loud, I longed to have the cloak draped over me instead of in my hands; there was something so inviting about it. It had been made out of a desire to protect me, to take care of me. When I’d first met them, all of them circling me like a piece of meat and treating me like a prize, I’d felt like a throwaway object to them.
But it had soon become clear to me that while they treated me as a prize, they treated me far better than any trinket; in their own way, they worshipped me. Once I’d switched my mindset and had started to understand, every one of their actions had a sincerity to it that I hadn’t come across in my life before. At least not from men.
A twig snapped in the distance and all three of them froze into silent, rigid statues of themselves, their senses sharpening with each breath. I was worried that the spiders might have come back, but at the same time I also enjoyed watching them stand guard.
It was Warrior that broke away from the group and crept off into the near distance; his footsteps were light, almost silent. For now Eyebrows and Grumpy remained still but never once allowing their guard to be let down. Finally Warrior can back into view, his intense stare unable to hide his disappointment; he’d wanted to offload some energy, but there had been nothing there to allow him to.
“Clear?” I asked, hoping that I’d heard the word correctly, remembered it from the translator’s brief spurt of working back at the abandoned building.
Warrior paused for a moment, then gave a swift nod as he kept moving.
Why couldn’t we stay there, in a proper building? I wanted to shout.
Surely there’d be more information to find, a computer, a commstation, even a tablet I could boot up, connect to whatever system this world had.
But the guys didn’t look twice at any of the discarded and trashed tech. Instead, they’d ignored it to focus on a series of compartments with frosted plexi sides, waiting in front of each as if expecting them to automatically open.
When the compartments had failed to open, they’d frowned, Warrior attacking one until he pried it open. I’d found the mechanism for the hatches, and the rest slid free, although there hadn’t been much inside them. Just more mysteries, and one small stack of field rations.
The danger, while fictional, had now passed and so our group moved as a unit again. As I was adhering to their simple but few rules, they had little need to fawn over me, choosing instead to only look at me when checking their surroundings.
This had given me time to take in their bodies, those rippling muscles sculpted into Greek god like perfection, without them noticing. I doubted that they mind me objectifying them. In fact, I suspected that they’d relish it if I was able to tell them about my thoughts; they did so enjoy showing off to me.
True, Warrio
r was the one most enthralled by having to “compete” against the others, but they all seemed to relish a fight. The way they’d taken out those spiders when they’d found me had told me that much, though I did wonder how much of it was born out of necessary for Grumpy and Eyebrows, whereas Warrior couldn’t get enough. Was I their latest “hunt”? Part of me wanted to be.
Tearing myself away from their toned, sleek forms, I started to properly make note of the landscape we now found ourselves in.
There were more wooded areas in front of us, but it would take a good chunk of our journey across the dusty plains to reach them; the space we occupied now was coming down the side of the mountain.
I mused that at some point in time, this had probably been one of the most stunning locations on the entire planet; far reaching views from the edge of a mountainside.
Not that I knew what other scenery awaited me, but I was certain it would have a wild beauty as this area did… much like my companions did.
I looked at my cloak and watched as dust swirled around it - what had once been fairly clean, was now becoming a mess of grime and dust.
As a gale wind struck me as harshly as a slap across my face, I gave into my need for more warmth. I shot a slightly nervous glance at Eyebrows, worried he was going to try and show me how to take it off once more. Instead he smiled at me, his amber eyes twinkling with warmth like the flickering flames of fire; I watched as my image danced in the reflection of his eyes.
He tilted his head to one side, much like a wild animal does when trying to understand something, and I let out a fit of laughter. The men in front stopped and turned abruptly, their bodies prickling with nervous energy. I cupped my hands over my mouth to stifle my laughter, shaking my head by way of an apology; neither translated well to them.
As a last-ditch attempt, I pointed ahead, past where Warrior and Grumpy stood rooted to the spot and told them to move, my hands motioning them to carry on. I doubt they’d been shooed like that before, but they appeared to respond to the action nonetheless.