Chapter 23
They’d found a creek meandering through the plain. All of them needed a wash, and he knew Ember was determined to clean her tattered clothes. Getting her to strip out of those was something he’d been aiming for all day. Hoss checked for signs of anything bad approaching, and the environment was clear in every direction. They settled in to clean while one kept watch with weapons at hand.
He let Ember and Baz go first.
In the past, he’d have paid half, no, a year’s wages to watch her get naked and wet. She was a siren – seductive, lithe, with hips made for bearing half-orc babies. He grinned. She’d be horrified if she knew he’d thought that.
The rain clouds had been blown away, and the sun shone nicely, turning the sky that pinkish blue. Tomorrow, or late this day, they’d climb that hill ahead and Verd should be in sight.
But now... Ember had laid out her dress and cat-decorated tights to dry, on a rock next to the river bank. Baz was wading out having also cleaned himself and wiped down his armor. His Xatar half-armor was more protective than the camo Hoss wore, but it was harder to clean and it required extra power. The sun’s energy would charge it somewhat. Whether it’d last the whole hike was another matter. Sucking power from the helmet batteries was going to be a delicate balance between it and Ember’s data knife.
The knife was essential for repairing Baz.
Hoss scratched his stubbly chin then laid the arc rifle aside.
“Come here.” He beckoned to Ember. If she knew what he intended, she wasn’t reluctant.
She had to know. The black camo he’d chosen this morning left his erection clearly outlined, as well as his muscles. Black was shit camo out here but he was sure she found it sexy on him.
“Yes?” Naked and dripping, with droplets sheening her skin and wandering down her breasts, she sauntered up the little climb to get to where he sat.
Baz followed, studying her ass. From the twist on his lips he knew what Hoss planned.
When she took the last step and was before him on the little terrace of grassed earth, he held up both hands, ran his claws gently down her sides. She squeaked a few times but stayed still, her eyes wide, her lips parting.
Easy to arouse her, but he figured she craved this as much as he did – just she wanted him to start things going.
Orc and her, or her and cyborg, he figured she thought either was too dirty for a nice girl like her to want. Cute, but he meant to fuck that attitude out of her over the next few days.
He lifted her breasts using the tips of all his claws, smoothed his palms over her nipples, then ran his hands down to her hips, her ass. Using his grip on each hip, he drew her closer then kissed her breasts, lightly, teasing her nipples into rigidity with his teeth and tongue.
She shuddered, many times, let out all these frantic little noises that made him want to jam her onto his cock. Her hands were on his forearms, clutching him tightly. A shivery moan escaped her lips and her eyelids fluttered down.
“You’re ready for us, aren’t you, sweet girl? You want an orc cock and a cyborg one in you again? Both of us at once. Hmmm?” She gave him no answer even when he bit her breast and made her yelp, but he didn’t need one.
She wanted this.
He pushed between her thighs with his big hand, brushed a knuckle along her puffy slit and found ample female juices gathering at her entrance. “Kneel before me. Open your legs so Baz can see what you have for him.”
Without words, she kneeled, her focus wavering as she came to an eye level just right for sucking on him. Her hands lay on his knees and he could feel her trembling. She was so ripe for them. This time he’d take her slowly and he wanted to watch Baz fuck her again. Something about that was incredibly hot.
“Take out my cock and lick me.” His balls ached in anticipation – how could they not be?
While she undid the pressure clasp-line of his fly and extracted his cock, slowly, as if it might explode, he kept his claws on her shoulders. After Baz put his hands on her too, pried apart her thighs, and put his head down low, she arched and moaned again.
He could hear the man licking at her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Oh the swearing. That meant Baz had hit the spot. The little female never swore much. He grinned evilly, wound his hand in among her red curls and drew her back down to his cock head. Baz kept on sucking and licking at her cunt making her gasp and squeal and wriggle, as if he were torturing her.
Maybe he was.
“How many times can we make you come? Hmm?” He gave her head a little shake. “Lick me. Take in as much as you can my sweet, sweet whore.”
She gulped at the whore and looked up at him from beneath her eyebrows – a lot desperate, a lot turned on, and not at all angry at the label.
She found that hot? Good. He liked calling her bad names during sex.
Hoss kissed her hard, then he forced her head down further until he felt her brush his cock. Her warm tongue swiped a slow circle and her mouth wetly engulfed part of his head. He wasn’t sure how Baz had fucked her mouth but he guessed the cyborgs’s sxsynth cock could be adjusted in size if necessary, like when he wanted to stuff it in Ember’s mouth.
He couldn’t do that. Fuck it, if only.
Go, girl. He wouldn’t come, not yet. The longer he waited, the harder he could fuck her, the more ready she’d be for his size. Baz had the right idea. While she tongued his cock, Baz was making her have these mini-orgasms then standing up and fucking her a little, then kneeling to play with her cunt and clit.
“Tell me when you come,” he whispered to her ear, brushing aside her hair then wrapping his fist even tighter and making her suck his balls. “How many now?”
He yanked on her hair to get an answer.
“Uh!” She caught her breath. “Uhh. Two,” softly said but intelligible.
Hoss chuckled. “When you can’t say that without choking completely, will you be ready for us both?”
Her only answer was to try harder to swallow his dick. The muffled noises and the incredible feel of her mouth on him made Hoss shut up too.
No coming yet, he reminded himself and he plucked her away. His cock popped upright, glistening with drool. He tilted her head in time to see her eyes roll up.
“Oh! I...Oh fuck. Fuck,” she said softly, mouth red and wet from all the work it’d done on him.
Baz seemed to have his fist working at her, which was a good plan.
What else would do for this except cock or fist? A few fingers were a paltry substitute for orc or cyborg cock. When Hoss heard her gurgle and she thrust her ass herself backward, when he saw that arm move as if Baz’s fist had slipped inside, he figured she was dilated enough.
She grabbed his thighs and nose-dived onto his balls, crying out.
“Three?” he asked, grinning.
“Yes.” She pulled in some air, shuddered. “Mm.”
“Good.” He hauled her to her feet and turned her, sat her on him with his poor cock poking up her back – it could wait. Besides, pillowed by her back and ass, it was warm and moderately happy. He draped her legs over his to either side. His thighs were so big she couldn’t bend her knees and was close to spread-eagled. “Stay.”
She wriggled but stayed. From above he watched her breasts heave as she sucked in big inhalations.
“You’re ready for him.” He nuzzled her ear and sank a handful of claws into her inner thigh, feeling the slipperiness there of her wetness.
Satisfied he’d opened her fully, he invited Baz in.
The man stepped up, studied her face then let his attention fall to what lay between her legs.
“Let me show him.” With two claws beside her entrance, he spread her pussy wide, fastened it there, open. “Fuck her for me, cyborg. Do it slow and I’ll play with her too. How many times will you come, Ember, before you beg us to stop?”
The fixed determination on Baz’s face as he clasped her shoulders and aimed his cock at her hole, his groan as he penetrated her until her thighs shook, it said he liked this game too.
Hoss began to circle her clit with the pad of his finger then he took it between finger and thumb and squeezed rhythmically. His other hand grasped her breast and he bit up and down her neck. Kissed her when she turned her face to him.
Within minutes he felt her stiffen and come, saw that Baz had worked himself in deep.
“Oh gods,” she whispered. “I’ll die if you make me have more.”
Her whole body was shaking coarsely, her grip on his forearm was weak, and she could barely hold on.
“That’s okay. That’s okay.” He kissed her softly. “Let Baz fuck you properly then I will too.”
Thank the gods nothing decided they looked tasty, because Hoss was far too preoccupied for a while to do more than watch Baz rock in and out, screw in and out. The sounds from both of them...her cries, his grunts, the slickness of Ember’s skin as she sweated through yet more arousal. This storm of sex rampaged through them all, overwhelming thoughts of self-preservation.
Watching her be fucked was second only to fucking her himself.
Finally Baz then rammed in and stiffened, and the come that ran from her when he rose and turned her onto her hands and knees squirted over the rocks. Even with all the preparation, Baz had only squeezed in two thirds of his length.
Hoss stood behind her for a while simply admiring Ember. When she turned her head and waggled that voluptuous ass, he decided it was time.
Carefully he slid in, amazed at how much of his length and girth her pussy could now take.
“You’ve got most of me in there this time, girl,” he rasped.
He started slow and ponderous, to let her judge how much to brace herself. By the time he was going as hard as she could bear, her head was down, forearms flat to the grass, her hands ripping out pieces as her body shifted. The shunt of his cock deep into her made her moan every, single, time.
When he came, with his claws biting into skin at her ass and hips, an exuberant gush of his come burst from where he penetrated her, from the seam where cunt and cock merged into one.
“Next time, we go in here.” Sweat rolled down his nose and splashed onto her butt. He slipped his thumb into her ass. An indignant squeak was Ember’s only reply.
He pulled out and stood over her. She was too weak to move, and he smiled at that, feeling terribly satisfied.
Ember lay half slumped on the grass, with her head to the side, her eyes closed, and her ass still partly raised. Come showed on her pussy, her inner thighs, even on her back from where his cock had dripped.
There was pleasure in leaving her exhausted from lovemaking.
There was pleasure in his come marking her. In knowing Baz too had marked her.
Such exultant pleasure. She was his, she just didn’t realize it...his and Baz’s, if the cyborg wished to be part of a trio.
And he felt that rare purr rumbling in his chest as he bent and kissed her then took her into his arms. He handed her to Baz to kiss and cuddle also.
“Now we get to clean you again. No soap, so this may take a while.”
Ember only whispered sordid insults.
He was what she said he was, and he was proud of it.
They washed themselves and dried in the sun by lying on the rocks. Ember rested her head on his chest while Baz seemed to find enjoyment massaging her feet. This time he really did keep watch with the weapons nearby. Mistakes would get them killed out here. Ember was just so damn tempting.
They dressed in their damp clothes but walking soon dried them thoroughly.
The next morning, they reached the hills and began to climb. Halfway up, a ten or twelve strong pack of some beast with a loping gait, a horn on the nose, and ears like trumpets, pounced.
These were big, bigger than he was, and fast. A chill ran through him.
They headed for Ember, the easiest prey.
The three of them had spread out to climb a flattish slope of slippery rock. She was too far away for Hoss to grab and throw behind him.
The nightmare he’d dreaded. He unslung the sledge gun, whipping it up to fire, but fearing he was too late to use it. If the beasts reached her, he couldn’t shoot. One blast might take out a few. He shot one round, and it exploded among them, flung two aside in a bloody mess of limbs. The rest kept coming.
Ember had her gun out and shot one down. It cartwheeled, yelping.
Maybe eight left and he couldn’t shoot again because the shrapnel might hit her. He dropped the sledge gun and ran.
Too late, he was going to be too late.
Where was Baz?
The cyborg had been on the other side of Ember, cloaked by a small tree.
He hurtled out, sweeping through the front line of the beasts, taking down several as if they were puppies. Blood spurted, rose in arcs, splattered. Heads flew. The cyborg was twisting them off as he rampaged growling and snarling. The predator pack turned into a confused, boiling muddle that ran one way then the other, crashing over and into each other. Ember stalled, obviously paralyzed by indecision. He saw her raise her weapon and barreled to her, skidded.
“Don’t shoot!”
If she did, she might hit Baz.
Seconds later the beasts had fled, screeching their dismay and fear, leaving a battlefield of corpses and pieces of corpses, and Baz, panting, shoulders heaving, spittle hanging from his mouth.
He was bloody but unhurt, angry at the attack, but soon calmed. He knew them. Something Hoss had been concerned about had not come true. He knew them as friends.
To his shock, Ember led the cyborg aside and knelt beside him when he sat. She soothed him with soft words, cradled his head.
The man shook. Whether from delayed fear or pure adrenalin, Hoss didn’t know. The latter, he’d say. Surely. Nothing could’ve stopped this machine-man. Not even he.
Hoss found the sledge gun and picked off grass, thinking.
So much for the journey being fraught with danger. If anything, the wildlife should fear the cyborg.