Lewis and Clark

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ON THE ONE HAND, CLARK was happy that the train that would take them on the last leg of their trip to the Nevada shore was ready and waiting for their arrival.  On the other hand, he was infuriated that Misha was back in their lives.  Married?  What a ridiculous, archaic institution.  The caboose was even dubbed the honeymoon suite.  It was enough to make a grown man upchuck his rice and beans.

Still, he cast an eye over the happy couple, if it kept Lewis content he was more likely to stay with the caravan and protect it.  And as much as he didn't like that bitch, he couldn't deny she was one hell of a fighter in her scorpion form.

They better find a lot of treasure to make cutting her in worthwhile. 

As he walked around the Colorado boom town, he saw familiar faces.  Some turned away and some looked at him with obvious invitation in their eyes.  But he had a mission and couldn't stop for play.  He needed to gather up his team.  The steam train from Ohio had been attacked many times.  The nomads who hadn't had the guts to take on the Tech's team and the caravan doubled their efforts against the train.

It delayed them and he lost half his staff.

But that wasn't unexpected and as Clark looked around at the offerings, he wondered if he should even replace them.  The last leg of the trip was the least dangerous, as the mountains didn't provide a hospitable home to anyone.  They were jagged and broken and landslides were common.  Attacking the train at that point would be a losing proposition.  So close to the goal, a smart raider would attack the train coming back.

If it came back.

The trade and salvage might be too good.  Why go back East at all?  The Shifters could make their own way back if they wanted.  He had jobs for the tradesmen in their base in Nevada.  And if some bleeding heart missed his family, he could pay for a passage back.  At their exorbitant prices and the dangers, Clark doubted there would be any takers.

He saw Bethany leaning heavily on the Shifter's arm walking down the main stretch of road.

"What happened to you?" Clark asked, looking over the Tech with concern.

"I overdid it a bit on the way up," she said softly.

"You should have left the caravan."

She shook her head.  "They would have been sitting ducks for the raiding parties."

"They can protect themselves.  You're the asset I need more than I need tradesmen and craftsmen.  We can find them anywhere."

Bethany drew in an angry breath and the Shifter growled under his breath.

"We leave in two days.  I'm assuming you can fulfill your duties on the steam train to the Nevada coast."

She gave a curt nod and brushed by him.  The Shifter gave him a look that turned him on more than intimidated him.  Oh, if they didn't need a Tech quite so badly he would teach both of them some manners.  Speaking of which, he walked into the inn where he heard Jesse was working as a waitress.

He sat down at the table and watched her.  If he was running the place the women would be topless and the men bottomless, but as he was not, the staff wore cheap canvas slacks and aprons.

Jesse stumbled when she saw him.  "Clark, I heard the train come in last night."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner.  Come sit on my lap."

She stopped out of his reach. "I can't.  I've got tables to take care of."

"You're still my employee.  Get over here.  And if you're wearing panties, I'm ripping them off."

Jesse licked her lips.  "I'm not . . . that is . . . I've got a man now.  And he don't like me straying."

"Let me meet this man.  We can all stray together."  Anger pitted in his stomach and he drummed his fingers on the table.  Wasn't anything his anymore?

Shaking her head, she wrung her hands.  "He and I are together.  We don't share."

"That violates your contract.  I can leave you here in Colorado and you would owe me for the trip."

He watched her nostrils flare and her lips tighten. It got him hard.  "I think I more than paid my way here."

"Perhaps," he gave her that.  "But did you come all this way just to give up at the first sign of civilization."  Clark sneered the last word.  "Is serving people drinks and food what you left the East for?  You traded in your plows and horses for a tray of cold meat and jugs of homemade beer?"

"I had to eat while I waited for you all to catch up to us."

"Is this your dream?  Or do you want to explore and grow rich from looting."

Jesse sighed.  "I aim to go with the train to Nevada with you."

Tension uncoiled inside Clark's chest.  He hadn't realized that he wanted that answer as badly as it did.

"Then come here and blow me, let's get this party started."

"I told you.  I can't."

"Then how do you expect to get on that train?"

Her chin rose.  "I'm with the Lady Tech's entourage.  You can't touch me, unless I want you to."

Pushing away from the table, Clark glared as she scurried back a few feet.  "We both know you want me.  When you get tired of your man, you seek me out.  But I won't go easy on you."

She watched him with those wide blue eyes and it took most of his self control not to drag her out of that place.  But he had more respect for himself than that.  A foul mood like a black cloud fell across his shoulders. 

***

LEWIS WAS PLEASED WITH Clark's restocking of participants from the people they lost.  Misha lounged on cushions, indulging in a few of the new ones.  He left her to her pleasures after satiating himself.  Clark's refusal to join in the opening ceremony as the train thundered and rattled towards the mountains had dimmed his pleasure.

"Stop it.  Clark, please don't hurt him."

In the next car, Clark had a well hung farmer by the throat against the window.  One of their toys, Lewis remembered her for her eyes and the way she sucked cock, tugged on Clark's arm.

"What's going on here?"  The Lady Tech stormed through the other door with her Shifter pet behind her.

Amused by the drama, Lewis crossed his arms and leaned against the wall to watch.

"Jesse has an obligation to fulfill.  She was not a part of your original entourage.  I was will to compromise and have Lem join us, but he swung at me.  I will not tolerate violence."

"He's sorry," Jesse said.  "Let him go, you're hurting him."

"I ain't sorry," Lem gritted out.

"Clark, put him down," the Tech said.

Clark let him drop to the floor.  Lem rubbed his neck and glared up at him.  Jesse tried to go to him but Clark blocked her.

"Jesse is with Lem now," the Tech said. "They're monogamous."

Lewis shuddered.  Monogamy was a curse.  He didn't understand it.  However, he couldn't afford his Tech to be upset over a piece of ass.

"Clark," he said.

All eyes turned to him.  Lewis preened.  He liked being the center of attention.  "It's beneath you to fight over a farm girl.  Come with me."

Clark opened his mouth to argue, but then saw Lewis' expression. "Fine."  He turned back to the girl. "Keep out of my sight."

Lewis shoved Clark ahead of him. "Carry on, Lady Tech.  You have more important duties," he said over his shoulder.

When they were back in the caboose, Lewis massaged Clark's tight shoulders.  "What's the matter lover?"

"I'm irritated that you stepped in."

Lewis wrapped his arm around Clark's throat and yanked his head back. "And I'm irritated that you missed the opening celebrations because you were being cock blocked by our cook."

Clark tried to shrug him off, but Lewis clutched tighter.  "Now, I'm going to have you pay your respects to my bride and hopefully that will change your unhealthy attitude for the better.

Lewis frog walked him to wear Misha sprawled across pillows.  She was lying on her stomach and watched them approach with a predatory smile.

"Congratulations," Clark said through his teeth.

"Why don't you kiss the bride?" Lewis said, forcing Clark to his knees.

"So we're all going to fuck and it's going to be happily ever after?" Clark resisted as best as he could, then resigned himself.

"I think he's jealous," Misha  said, rolling over to reveal her hard cock and peach sized breasts.

Clark did a double take.  "That's new," he said.

Lewis undressed him.  "I think for your churlishness, you should suck the bride's cock instead."

Clark kicked off his shoes and pants and leaned over Misha's stomach.  "Don't think this makes everything better."

"Oh come on, Clark.  A stiff hard one makes everything better."

He smirked and took it in his hand.  "Feels real."

"Wait until it's in your ass," she said.

"Now you're trying to sweet talk me.  Won't your husband get jealous?"

"He's going to be too busy fucking you, while you get me off."

Lewis settled in behind Clark, guiding the tip of his lubed cock into the tightened ring of Clark's anus.  "Did you think things would change?"

Clark grunted as Lewis eased in.  "I had."

"More is always better," Misha said, snapping her fingers.

Lewis fucked Clark slow, rewarding him for taking Misha's cock down his throat.  Flint and Lynn crawled over from where they had been playing in the corner.

"Attend my breasts, slaves," she said.

Lewis liked the strangled sound of pleasure Clark made when he saw Flint and Lynn dressed in leather harnesses and not much else.  Each took one of Misha's breasts in their mouth and stretched and pulled on her dark nipples.

"Now do you see why fighting over that blue eyed slut is ridiculous?"  Lewis gritted out, his cock slamming into Clark.  Misha's cries egging him on.  Clark's bobbing head was a welcome sight.  The sounds of sucking flesh and wet orgasms rang in his ears.  He hit a rhythm that was divine and shot his load into his partner's ass.  He slapped it.  "You have a trainload of people dying to fuck you, Clark.  And I'm going to have everyone of them proof it."

Misha came next, holding Clark's head against her until he swallowed every last drop.  "Oh, that was very nice," she said, rubbing her member against his lips and chin.

Lewis smiled as her cock shifted back into a pussy. Clark jolted back and Lewis' smile turned into a laugh.  "Now do you see why I married her?"

"Do you want to fuck the bride?"

Clark tested two fingers inside her cunt.  "What magic is this?"  He pulled them out, licking them tentatively.  "Tastes like pussy."  He put three fingers into her.  "Feels like pussy."

Misha spread her legs, her hands holding Lynn and Flint to her breasts where they nipped roughly at them.  "Harder," she said to all three of them.

Clark finger fucked her with quick hard strokes.  He stuck two more into Lynn who squealed.

"I like that noise," he said.

"I do too," Misha sighed and they shared a smile.

She pushed Flint and Lynn away.  Lynn immediately went to Clark and kissed him, her hands on his cock.

"He's fucking me first," Misha commanded.

Clark had her legs on his shoulders as soon as Lynn backed off.

Lewis sat Lynn at Misha's head. "Hold Misha's legs to his chest.  If I know Clark he's dying to get his hands on those leather wrapped tits.  Am I right?"  Lewis smacked Clark's ass again.  "Fuck her hard," he said.

Clark leaned in to suck on Lynn's breast, nearly folding Misha in half to do so.

"Harder," Lewis ordered.

Clark obliged. "Sit on her face Lynn, facing me."

Misha struggled, but Lynn obeyed Clark.

"That's right, soak her face and kiss me again," Clark ordered.

Lewis barked a laugh. "Excellent.  Glad to have you back where you belong, on top of a good woman straight from a quality reaming."

Lynn wrapped her arms around Clark and their mouths were busy exploring each other. Misha shrieked and writhed and there was only the sound of wet arousal and the hard slapping of bodies against each other.

"Clean me up," he ordered Flint and the other man went to fill the tub. "You," he said to Lynn, coming  in to pinch her nipples  "Once Clark comes, blow him until he comes again.  We want our man thoroughly pleasured and sore as hell by Nevada."