Chapter 19
The girder screeched, twisted, and shook itself free of the support column. Rust, Xatar warriors, and snapped steel rained into the gap below. As he fell, Hoss managed to catch hold of a strut. The wrench on his arm tore at his shoulder muscles and made him swear and grimace.
Swinging up his other arm he anchored himself, hanging from the central steel column with his legs dangling into space until he clambered lower.
By then the people who’d fallen had gone into the abyss below. Into the darkness. Baz and Ember were among them.
He climbed down the support column rapidly, praying that somehow they’d survived. As he descended, his orc eyes adjusted to the low light. Orcs had their pluses. To his relief, he saw Baz jogging into the understructure with Ember in his arms. He wasn’t sure she was unhurt. There was blood on both of them.
Chasing them into whatever maze of decay lay beneath these crumbling buildings was fraught with danger. He’d likely lose them, but it had to be done, and he’d never baulked at danger. Took him five spokmins to reach the bottom. He went to one knee to examine the ground where he last saw them, paused fleetingly again beside a dead Xatar with a large pack.
He slung the pack across his shoulder. He...they’d need provisions to survive here.
He collected a weapon he found on another body, moved on, then returned and unscrewed the helmet. The helmets had lights.
The man inside the helmet was partly mush. First time he’d seen inside Xatar armor. Hoss shrugged. Blood was blood. He’d live if he had to wear it. He attached it to the pack with a strap.
Then he ran off after Baz and Ember, hoping it was the correct direction.
Their smell hit him like a perfume blend made of man-sweat and Ember’s cunt juice. His dick twitched upright. Not that he wanted to fuck Baz. The cyborg was pretty rank after all the climbing and fighting, but her...her he did want to fuck.
Direction guaranteed and his orc eyesight let him see enough to avoid the holes and sharp things. He moved inward, careful not to be too noisy. If there were predators down here, he wanted advance notice.
A wan green light and quiet noises were the first clues. Still cautious, he didn’t sing out a welcome, especially when he heard the grunts, the fleshy slaps, and the cries...then the moans from her.
Hoss crept up and paused on the lip of the open space. Beyond was green-hued courtesy of the sun being filtered down through a kilometer of plant life. The spray of a small waterfall and the occasional leaf or fragment of vegetation drifted in the air. This lent a soft almost romantic wash to the scene of violent fucking he beheld.
This brightness, he’d not had to cope with this during the several minutes of walking. His eyes took a while to adjust fully.
He saw what he saw. Heard what he heard.
Those wet noises. Her naked, on hands and knees, and being thoroughly screwed by Baz. His fingers anchored on her hips – he even hoisted her lower half higher now and then so he could add power to the penetration of this most fuckable girl.
He wasn’t dreaming.
Hoss swore under his breath. Swore again when his dick became so rigid he had to free it from his pants or let it snap itself in two.
Should he charge in bellowing? She was enjoying this, and he might cause Baz to hurt Ember. The cyborg shone with sweat. Cum and cunt juice dripped from his balls to the ground. It’d leaked from where he entered her and run down the shaft of his cock. Every so often more spurted from around where his cock was stuck in her cunt.
Hoss swore again, swallowed.
Baz looked half animal and half machine. Half fucking machine.
Carefully, quietly, he lowered the pack and the Xatar rifle to the ground, then he wrapped his fist around his cock and squeezed.
He should be angry, jealous, disturbed even. Except...every so often Ember begged for more, and the way the cyborg had roped her to the floor by her neck...how she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees with that enormous, cyborg cock pistoning in and out...her mouth letting loose with curses he’d never heard from her.
He wanted to join them. Hoss groaned.
The holes that were fucking torn in her red, girly tights with the pink cats, how they made her look like a slut wanting every inch of what Baz fed her. The extreme tilt of her ass, wanting more, wanting it all. His fist slid up and down, faster, faster.
The slam of cock into Ember’s welcoming wet pussy grew louder, cloaking his own slick noises. When Baz and Ember orgasmed, so did he, splattering the white stuff all over the leaves ahead, even into the lighted area. The last arc of come settled – a thick wiggly line pointing to where he voyeured.
What the fuck was he to do now? Awed, he left his cock out, still semi-hard.
When Baz made the trembling female open her mouth and began to fuck her there too, when the gagging and gasping carried to his ears, he decided enough was enough. He strode out into the light. Baz turned, growling but still fucking her. Ember, shock in her eyes, also stayed put.
“I...”
They went on at what they were doing.
“I’m...” Lost for words, thoughts, he waved his hand vaguely.
Ember decided him. Her eyes pleaded. She folded her legs until she kneeled before Baz. Mouth full of cock and with Baz holding her hair, she did the only other thing she could’ve done that would’ve satisfied Hoss. She lifted her hand toward him and opened it, fingers uncurling.
A welcome.
He could smack Baz in the face or he could join in. Did orcs ever share? Rarely. None that he knew. Was he orc? Was he bound by orc rules? No.
Wary, he circled them, came in from behind Ember, his cock on the rise and Baz in his sights. The cyborg had a flat expression despite his full-on occupation with using Ember’s mouth as a hole to keep his dick. The liquid noises and her squeaks grew louder. He walked closer, raised a brow.
A crack in Baz’s expression spread, morphed into a twisted smile, then his tongue emerged and he went deep into the female’s mouth and held it there. He nodded.
Invitation extended.
Listening to Ember choke on cock had to be the best sound he’d heard all fucking day. He hoisted her back to being on all fours, swept a fast assessing study across her glistening and well-used cunt, brought his cock into range and zeroed in.
If she’d taken Baz...only a minute ago, she was ready.
Her choking sounds grew higher pitched and more desperate. He guessed Baz was waiting for him to start.
He rammed in, planning to take his cock as deep as it would go, and it went three quarters in.
“Fuck.” He went blind for a second, saw nothing, amped up on the pleasure of finally taking her properly. He pulled out to the tip, thrust again. The jerk of her body from the impact then her own movement back onto him, inviting more of his cock, left his mouth hanging open.
He proceeded to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, no darkness out there, nothing except this luscious girl with her sopping wet cunt.
Watching Baz jam his own in one end of her while he took the other end, was something he would never forget. By the time he was on the verge of coming, Baz was too. He reached under and stirred the girl higher, picked her up with a hand beneath her hip, listening to her muffled choked squeals. As he shallow fucked her, he felt her muscles strain and tension build, and he made her clit his toy. When she went rigid, climaxing and then jerking, moaning around Baz’s cock, he stood straighter and rocked her with a few cunt-destroying fucks.
The biggest orgasm of his life hammered in, took over his soul, his dick, and his heart.
If he died now he died happy.
It seemed decades later when he dragged himself from her pussy then picked her up – after Baz gave consent with a nod and untied her neck – they’d have to work out who was who in this pecker order later.
There was no clean comfy bed, just leaves and come, dirt, and more leaves. He picked the cleanest, softest place then lay down with her and Baz. He was spooning with her this time. Baz seemed happy playing with her breasts, and kissing her there or on her mouth. She only muttered small words, as if overcome by having two males at once. Not surprising.
Next time though? Would there be one?
Take, that writing on the wall had told him. He was doing that with her from now on, even if he had to share her.
The cyborg wasn’t quite all there in the head, but he was sane enough to care for her.
He kissed Ember’s back, tucked a hand into the back of her tights and rolled them below her ass until the cloth curled there, emphasizing the ample roundness of her come-sticky butt.
“Perfect ass,” he rumbled and slid down to bite it in a few spots.
“Heyyy. Ouch. Messy.” She harrumphed.
“Talking again, girl? Messy? I might lick you clean. I’m a fucking orc. It’s what we do. We claim our bitch females, mark them with our come, lick it off. Or I might toss you in that pool over there.” He slid back to his spooning position.
She grumbled a little. “That... This was... I...” Her chest heaved as she struggled to express herself.
“Fuck. You invited me in. If you complain I will tie you down and come all over you until you stop.”
That shut her up, apart from a sigh. She actually snuggled back into him.
Baz raised his head and grinned.
“You, man...cyborg man, we have to figure out what’s going on with you, with us, with everything.”
His eyes narrowed and he grunted.
This was not good.
“You can talk can’t you, Baz?” Ember put up her hand to his mouth.
The man drew her fingers in and sucked on them, nothing more. Clearly he’d lost his powers of speech.
A head injury? There seemed none. “You hurt?”
He shook his head, patted a couple of cuts, but seemed flummoxed.
And the body changes...apart from his now huge cock, which was explainable if you knew the cybermonk specialty, apart from that he’d also gained a ton of muscle and he couldn’t seem to straighten as he should be able to. Deformed in some way? Why? How? From what he’d seen in the fighting, the cyborg was able to do things he’d not seen another cyborg accomplish.
This had happened after the cybermonks did their surgery. The implications were obvious.
“When we get back to Verd, we have to talk to the cybermonks.”
Ember nodded, her head shifting on his arm where he’d tucked it under her. “Yes. I’d already decided. I think it’s why I’m so crazy about ummm fucking you both. They did something to me and to Baz.”
He knew his own desires were natural, but what if she was right and hers weren’t? He moved aside the curls of red where they shielded her nape, then drew a claw down her spine, smiling when she squeaked and wriggled.
He knew she wanted him anyway, even if it was just her obsession with big males. The first time had been before the cybermonks
Funnily enough, he was pretty content with how this’d turned out, even with Baz some sort of mute cyberbeast. Maybe being half orc had damned him. He liked it rough, could take the shit life threw. He didn’t care if things got ugly, mean, or dirty. If this was what he had to do to claim Ember, he was happy.
He’d share her again with Baz at either end, over and fucking over. He dug five claw points into her shoulder, denting the skin nicely. With all the science people did, maybe an orc and a human could have babies? The universe would be perfect if that were possible.
He was getting ahead of everything. They were down a deep chasm in the middle of this immense forest and likely no one was coming to find them.
And...Baz wasn’t quite right in the head.
Still... The concept of take...did that extend to making her have babies? He wasn’t clear on that part of take. Hoss tweaked his mouth sideways, imagining Ember frowning at him. Unfortunately, it probably did not.