Lewis and Clark Expeditions

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CLARK HATED THIS SHIT.  Hated that he just couldn’t buy or fuck these people into submission.  He blamed Misha.  He blamed Lewis – who was nowhere to be seen.  At least Clark had Flint and Lynn with him.  Damage control showed him that he lost about half of his caravan and the back-up train was damaged, but could probably still make it to Colorado, if they could catch a break and pin down Misha.  That bitch had to die.

“OK Lynn, I need you to find us any Shifter that’s not with us.”

“How am I supposed to know if they’re our guys or not?”

“Good point.  If they attack us Flint will kill them. We good?”

Flint nodded and they left the terminal to try to end the battle.

“The Tech was a surprise,” Lynn said.

“She certainly is,” Clark said.

“Over there,” Lynn said and fired off three rapid cross bow shots.

Mid leap a wolf came down hard and didn’t move.

“I thought you didn’t know who was on our side or not.  He hadn’t attacked yet.”

“Why take chances?”  Lynn said.

Clark smacked her on the ass.  “I like how you think.”

“Where are they?”  Flint said looking around him with frightened, quick movements.

“Big one coming in.”

Clark felt the beat of wings and grabbed both Flint and Lynn’s gun arms.  “Hold your fire.”

“Are you crazy?”  Lynn said.

“Dragon!”  Flint cried and broke free.

A black lizard with enormous wings and a scaly body sank down on its haunches and snarled around him.

Flint brought up his gun.

“Don’t shoot.”  Clark snarled and aimed his pistol at Flint.

The lizard shimmered and a naked Lewis appeared in its place, looking just as pissed off. 

“Misha’s retreating.  I have a feeling she’s going to come back with reinforcements tonight.  To take advantage of the dark.  She wasn’t expecting the Tech though.  If we can load up those electric trucks and the caravans, we can hold off her team here while the majority of our caravan moves on.  Shifters and hunters stay.  Everyone else pushes on to Colorado.  Have them follow the tracks.  When we’re clear we’ll catch up to them on the train.”

“I don’t like splitting up,” Clark said.

“You’re a dragon,” Flint said.

Lewis looked at Flint.  “We can explore that later, preferably with my dick in your mouth.  But right now you need to let the grownups talk.”

Lynn laughed.

“Shut it, Lynn,” Clark said.

“We’re too bloated to travel as a group.  The nomads will pick us off at our extremities.  The trucks and a few caravans should be able to punch through .  No one’s going to go after a Tech caravan unprepared.”

Clark nodded.

“Make it happen. I’ll try to buy us a little time.”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

Lewis sneered and then exploded into his dragon form, blowing the trio back with a mighty gust from wings that were suddenly there.  He kicked aloft and disappeared into the night sky.   

“I don’t believe it,” Flint said.

Large clanking sounds from the horizon cut off further conversation as walking scrap heaps staggered towards the train.

“Lady Tech,” Clark hollered.  “We need you.”

“Let’s get to those trucks,” Lynn said.

The three of them ran towards a honking truck.  Clark barely glanced at the dead Shifter on the ground next to it.  Flint and Lynn piled into the bed of the truck and Clark launched himself into the driver’s seat.  He put the truck into drive, but the shift stick went back to park.

“Come on.  We don’t have time for this.  Scrap golems are headed this way.”

The radio in the truck turned on and started to tune to different stations.  Music from classical, to big band jazz filtered through the cab and out into the night.

“That’s seriously weird,” Lynn said.

But then it stopped on a staticy station.

“Hear me?”

“What?

“Put Lucas in the truck.”

Clark blinked at the Tech’s voice coming through the radio. “Who the bloody hell is Lucas?”

“The cougar next to us.”

“Forget him.  He’s dead.  You can have your pick of Shifters.  We need to get back to the train and load up and then get out of here.  Hopefully keeping out of range of those golems.”

“He’s not dead.  Please.”

Clark looked over his shoulder.  “Well, you heard the Tech.  Pick him up.”

Grumbling, it took both Lynn and Flint to haul up the bleeding and unconscious cat and slide him into the truck bed.  All the while, the ominous clash of twisted gears and stomping metal came closer. 

A second truck careened through the wreckage and launched itself straight at the walking junk piles.  It scored a direct hit, knocking the components to into pieces.

“That will buy us some time,” Bethany droned over the radio.

“Drive us to the terminal.  I want all the non-fighters to help with the train.”

Clark was a little alarmed by the speeds they were travelling, but he was also very happy.  They were faster than horses.  If they did this in three waves, they might be able to keep the enemy on the run.

“Jesse,” Clark said and jumped from the truck as soon as it was stopped.  “You and Clem . . .”

“Lem.”

“Don’t interrupt.  Get as many people you can to off load the horses and get the wagons hitched up.  Flint and Lynn, you coordinate the goods off the train.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to blow the station. It’s too vulnerable.  We’ll find another way point.”

“Wait,” Jesse said.  “We’ve got people still in there.”

“Get them out then.  We’ve got to get moving before full dark.  The trucks will provide us light and we’re going to travel straight on until morning.”

***

HE BECAME AWARE OF his mistake when fire exploded into his side and Misha in dragon form followed up the blast by grasping his wings in her talons.He had been careless and now would pay the price.  But he wasn’t going to go down easy.  Wheeling on her, he tried to bite her underbelly, gnashing at the soft underside.  She jerked back, smacking him across the eyes with her barbed tail.  Blinded, Lewis pumped his wings, but they were damaged and he began to lose altitude.  He raked his back claws against her chest, when she got too eager too greedy. But she still drove him to the ground with her teeth in his neck.  She clamped down until he passed out from lack of oxygen.

tent.  The bitch made sure the spikes were silver to stop him from shifting. Misha was naked on red velvet pillows a few yards from him.  Human again, she writhed against the man whose head was buried deep between her legs.  Lewis watched her shapely breasts bounce in time with his ministrations.  He felt himself get hard watching Misha come.  Her eyes were clenched shut as if she was concentrating, but as if she sensed his attention, she opened them and stared at him with her brutal gaze. 

She was lovely, all brown skin and dark brown eyes.  Her hair was wild and long caressing her as she rubbed her body on the pillows.  Misha tugged on the man’s head and he slowed down.  She undulated her hips and smiled as Lewis grew bigger.

“On your hands and knees,” she said to the man and then positioned them so

Lewis could see his muscled thighs and ass.

“So it’s to be torture,” Lewis said.

“I want my money,” Misha said.

“I seem to have misplaced my wallet.”

“Then I’ll have to hold you ransom.  That idiot Clark will pay me to get you back in one piece.”  She leaned back and absently played with her breasts.

“I could be of service to you.”

Misha dipped her head, spilling long black hair across the ground.  “I can take from you what I want.”  She began to breathe heavier.  “Besides, with a tongue like his, I don’t need you.  Oh.”

Lewis watched her body tense and shudder and she rubbed her pussy into the man’s face.  She pulled him up by the hair, His face was coated with her come.

“Kiss him,” she ordered and watched the man crawl over to Lewis.

“I like kisses,” Lewis said, before the man’s lips crushed his to silence.  He could taste Misha’s musk.  He lapped at it eagerly.  Misha was the one woman he couldn’t get enough of.  He preferred men.  They were horny and ready and uncomplicated.  He loved cock.  But Misha was exciting, dangerous, and wild as an animal.  If only she would share him with Clark.  But she couldn’t, wouldn’t share.  So he was forced to cut her out of the partnership.  She took it badly and tried to kill him.  He liked that in a woman.

The man’s kisses were eager and sloppy, all teeth and tongue and Lewis yearned to plunge himself inside him.  He suited himself by rubbing his aching cock against his muscled thigh and lost himself in the kisses.  Idly, he hoped Clark was getting the caravan out of the Chicago station.

“That’s enough,” Misha said and Lewis involuntarily jumped.  He hadn’t realized she was so close.

“Want a ride?”  he asked.

“Yeah.  Chris on your back please.”

“I’m better than him,” Lewis said, his eyes narrowing as the bitch sank onto Chris’s cock like she was settling in for a nice long fuck.

Chris’ hands settled on her hips and he bucked against her with quick hard thrusts.  Lewis watched her glorious tits bounce as her hair went everywhere.  He could still taste her cum from the kiss.  Now, he could hear her sweet cunt accept each lunge.  She settled long red nails on Chris’s chest and began to pump herself up and down. She yowled like a cat in heat.  She liked to make noise and Lewis’ cock twitched eagerly.

“He won’t do it for you,” Lewis said, twisting at his bonds.

“I wish Clark was here,” she said.  “I’d make you watch as I fucked him.”

“I’d pay money for that.”

“How much?” 

“Maybe we could renegotiate our partnership to a three-way.”

Misha bounced harder.  Chris cried out and came.  She thrust against him a few times and got off him.

“You can go now,” she said.

He rolled over and kissed her feet.

“Enough talking Lewis.”  She straddled his face.  “Use your tongue for something useful.  If I wanted to share my profits and my lover with Clark, I would never have left.  Now make me come and we can start negotiating again.”

Lewis felt her heat over his mouth and nose and he gasped as she ground into him.  She tasted like Chris’ cum and her own sweet nectar and he was enjoying himself far too much as her prisoner.  He tongued into her pussy, fucking it until she went wild trying to get him to pay attention to her clitoris.  Sucking on the bud, she made a high keening noise and her thighs pressing into his cheeks quivered.  It was hard to breathe, but he used his chin and lips and tongue to lavish kisses and suction until her wetness flowed over his face.

His dick was so sensitive, when she trailed her nails delicately he shouted.  “Fuck me.”

She stood up and went to a rack with a cat o’ nine tails whip.  The first lash took him low on the belly, grazing the head of his penis with the silk wrapped flail. 

“I thought I’d start out soft and then use the real whip on your back and ass.”

She cracked the silk over his cock and balls and the sweet kiss was a caress.  It was unlike the pain he was expecting and she dangled the tails over his body.

“I’m going to fuck you now.  Here suck on this.”  She pushed the handle deep into his mouth.  She clapped her hands twice and Chris and another man came out.  Each unlocked one of Lewis’ legs. Before he could think of struggling they each pushed his legs back until his knees were by his chest.  They held him there tight.

Misha came around and took the whip out of his mouth.  He felt exposed and a bit cold with his legs held back.  He cried out when she rubbed the wet handle by his anus.

“I want you and me.  The others are just props.  You and I are Shifters.  The humans, the Techs, no one else matters.”

Lewis felt the lube and the handle of the whip as it bent to accommodate inside of him.  She moved it in and out a few times and he shuddered in pleasure at the ribbed sensation of the handle.  She left it in and knelt by his head.

“You want me.  God help me, I want you.  You’re the only Shifter as powerful as me.”

“What about that other scorpion?”

“Chris?”  She rubbed the man’s arm.  “He can only shift to the scorpion.  He isn’t multi-talented.”

“Misha, I get bored.”

She stroked the muscles of other man holding his legs, then kissed him deeply.  “I don’t want fidelity.”

“Then I don’t get it.  Why it can’t be Clark too?”

“We don’t need anyone else.  We want other people.  But I want our union to be special.”

“Don’t tell me you’re holding out for a house with a picket fence.”

“Marriage.  Half of everything you own.  Including that idiot Clark.  But I’m your wife.”

“Marriage is meaningless now.”

“The old ways are coming back.”

“You’ll marry me and then kill me for my money.”

“If you bore me.”

“What if you bore me?”

Misha smiled and concentrated.  Across his lips, she shifted a penis.  Lewis blinked up at her.  She looked the same with soft, touchable breasts that the man holding his leg was nuzzling.  He could smell her pussy, sweet and arousing, but a large cock was there too.

“Amazing,” he got out before she shoved it down his throat.

He groaned and swallowed, bobbing his head as fast as his chains would let him.  He clamped his cheeks so the whip handle stayed in.  Lewis kept his eyes open, felt her balls bounce against his chin.  Watched as she grabbed his leg so the man who had been holding it could get behind her and start massaging her breasts.

“Oh Eli,” she said and dipped her head back.  The man was biting her neck, growling and roughing his hands over her.  Her nipples were hard peaks.  He thrust her on all fours and Lewis took her deeper, sucking the sexy hard dick.

She came down his throat when the man entered her, but Lewis didn’t stop sucking.  Even as the man’s thrusts became harder and threatened to push her out of his mouth.  Misha was moaning now.

“Chris, suck on my tits.”

And Chris lay down so he could suck on her bouncing breasts.  Misha’s pussy was getting fucked.  Her dick sucked and her tits lavished.  She became hard in his throat and Lewis was pumping his hips hoping for any stimulation.  But Misha was greedy and enjoying the three men too much to consider that Lewis needed release.  His legs were free and he tried to drag Chris over to him, but he was too busy swirling his tongue over Misha who was squirming.  This time when she came, she slipped her cock out of his mouth and came on Lewis’s face.

“Please,” Lewis couldn’t believe he was begging.

“Hold him again,” she said, squirting lube up and down her shaft.

They didn’t need to, Lewis was so eager that he would have impaled himself on her.  He got on his hands and knees. She sensed his urgency and tossed the whip away.  Shoving into him, she ran her palm up his cock.

He grunted as the world tilted.  She was hard and filled him like Clark, only sweeter. 

“Marry me?”  She asked, grabbing his shoulders and settling in to pump him in a slow rhythm.

“Half of everything I own?”

“Forever,” she said.

“Clark will kill me.”

“I can make Clark see reason.”  She picked up her pace.  He felt her expand inside him.

He choked.  “I bet you could.”

“I like how you feel,” she said. “I should have done this long ago.”

“Yes, you damn well should have.  Please.  Faster.”

She picked up the pace arching her hips into him.  “I can’t fuck you and suck you at the same time.  Eli sixty nine him.”

Lewis felt Eli’s cock down his throat and then sweet bliss as Eli worked his sensitive cock into his mouth.  They sucked on each other, while Misha pounded away.  Lewis felt her use the whip on Eli’s ass and it made him moan around his cock.  The sound of a hard slap and Eli was coming down his throat.  Lewis was so close, but Eli was slowing down.  Eli moved off him.

Lewis growled in frustration and Misha grabbed Eli’s head and forced it up and down until the rhythm built up again.

She gritted her teeth.  “You are so fucking tight.  I’m going to come right into your asshole.”

“God, do it,” he moaned.

“Not until you marry me.”

“Right here?”

“Eli’s an ordained minister.”

Lewis laughed so hard, he began to choke.  “I’m going to lose consciousness.  For Gods sakes, let me come.”

She pulled Eli’s head up and Lewis’ cock popped out with an audible smack.  “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Eli asked.

“I don’t believe this.”

She pulled out.

Lewis screamed and flailed, but he couldn’t get free.  His cock throbbed.  He was in agony.  “I want to be in my wife when I say I do.”

Misha flipped him over and leapt on top of him.  Lewis eyes rolled back. Pleasure so intense it was pain.  It was like coming home.

“Do you?”  Eli asked, rubbing his hand over Misha’s breasts. 

“Yes,” Lewis gritted out.  “I do.”

“Do you, take him to be your lawfully wedded husband.”

“I have.  I did and I do.”

“I now pronounce you man and wife.  You may kiss the bride.”

Misha leaned down and brushed her lips across his once, twice and moaned in his mouth on the third time when he came inside her.