The Duelist 6, page 12
“Ugh!” Her knees jerked to the side and sloshed some more bathwater out of the wooden wash basin with a splash, and I was glad this room seemed to have a makeshift drain in the corner.
It seemed as if we were going to need it.
“I-I’m going to come, Alex,” Amaya whined in the back of her throat. “But I want you properly inside me.”
“Yes,” I moaned, and I scooted myself fully back against the side so she could turn around and straddle my waist. Then, with careful guidance from myself and Zoie, Amaya lowered herself slowly onto my cock.
Mother of Mercedes, she was still so tight, and my eyes kept wanting to roll permanently to the back of my head with how good each little twitch and flutter felt along my hot shaft.
“Uhhh,” the oryx-woman moaned as she came to a rest only halfway down. “You’re s-so big, I don’t know if I can--”
“Ssh,” Zoie soothed as she ran her finger through Amaya’s damp ringlets. “Just relax, my love.”
Then my cat-wife kissed Amaya on her worried lips, and I sensed the moment when her inner muscles relaxed and gave in to Zoie’s methods.
With a sigh, the oryx-woman sank down until she was fully seated, and our hips were finally flush together.
“Beautiful,” I said as she continued to make out with the cat-woman for another long moment.
My arousal was coiled tight in my lower belly like a spring, but I felt unhurried about getting to the finish line, especially when my lover started up a filthy grind that had me seeing sounds it was so intense.
I knew the feedback loop of her pleasure was zinging through me just as brightly, and because of that, I suddenly changed my mind about how this was going to go.
“Hold on,” I growled as I clamped both hands around her waist and slammed her down on my cock in a series of deep sharp thrusts that had her coming almost immediately.
“Aleeeexxx!” Amaya squealed, and even though she crushed her strong legs on either side of my hips, it didn’t stop me from scraping up against that spongy patch I knew was her sweet spot.
When the tempest of her orgasm was over, I caught her as she slumped forward into my arms.
“How was that?” I chuckled as she continued to squirm with aftershocks around my very hard shaft.
“Splendid,” she hiccupped, and I kissed the side of her head as I stroked her pliant spine.
“Come on, you two,” Zoie said after the oryx-woman caught her breath, and the cat-woman stood by the side of the tub with a towel stretched between her hands. “The water is getting cold. Why don’t we take this to the bed?”
We both agreed, and after helping a wobbly Amaya stand up so Zoie could help her out and wrap the towel around her, I finished rinsing off so I could do the same.
When it was my turn to dry off, I stood up and reached out for my towel.
My cat-wife, however, was a bit distracted by the sight of my still-prominent erection jutting proudly out from my body.
“Kitten?” I questioned and then smirked when her sapphire eyes jumped back up to mine. “Like what you see?”
“I need you to meet me on the bed,” Zoie said in answer as she slinked close enough so she could wrap her hand around my hot cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed when she gave me a languid stroke from base to tip.
“Yes,” she agreed. “We wouldn’t want to let this go to waste, now would we?”
“No, dear.” I swallowed what was sure to be an obscenely loud groan when she stroked me again. And again.
“Now, finish drying, and then come put this inside of me,” she purred right next to my ear before she nibbled on my lobe.
When she pulled back, I gasped at the sudden shock of her hand leaving my dick, and then I watched her saunter out of the bathroom with what was no doubt a poleaxed expression on my face.
“You’re going to get it,” I muttered to myself as I hastily swiped my damp body down and climbed out of the tub.
When I came into the bedroom, my jaw nearly hit the floor at the sight that had my already-hard cock twitching as it struggled to get even harder.
For a second, I could only stand there and feast my eyes on the delectable sight of Zoie, with her ass hanging nearly off the bed as Amaya bent over at the waist and ate her out with enthusiasm.
“Ohh,” Zoie moaned as she thrashed her head back and forth against the scratchy pillow, and from where I was standing, I could tell the enthusiasm was fully reciprocated.
The oryx-woman, for her part, had her pert buttocks perfectly on display, and my breath stuttered when I spied her own hand rapidly working between her thighs as she continued to lick and suckle Zoie’s pussy.
Finally, after watching this for far longer than I’d anticipated, Amaya smacked her lips, looked over her shoulder, and wiggled her ass at me with a cheeky wink.
“Well?” she asked, and then I watched her arch her back and pull her pussy lips apart with the two fingers already in her snatch. “What are you waiting for?”
After that sexy invitation? Absolutely nothing, and I hurried over so I could sink my aching member back into her moist heat.
It was heaven, and my heart thundered loudly in my chest as I started up a steady tempo that matched the smack and slap of our hips.
“Yes, oh, Goddess!” Amaya squealed again as her whole body tightened, and I pounded her relentlessly through her second climax.
It was difficult not coming myself when a gush of her fluids tracked down her trembling thighs, and I only stopped when her knees gave out.
“Oh, baby,” Zoie cooed as she gathered up the shaking oryx-woman in her arms so she could kiss her on the mouth.
I stared in awe as I stroked my cock, and I would have been happy to come by my own hand as I watched these two beauties make each other feel good, but Amaya apparently had other ideas.
“I want you to fuck Zoie,” she said when she pulled away with heat still simmering in her rain-colored eyes. “And I want to watch.”
Zoie and I both locked eyes with somewhat dumbfounded looks on our faces. It was as if the more demanding Amaya became, the more Zoie and I fed off it until we were practically out of our minds with lust.
We could do nothing but obey the oryx-woman as she took it upon herself to be the one to line us up properly, and then she pressed our hips together until our bodies melted into one another in such a satisfying way that my toes curled.
“Shit, I’m-- I’m not going to last very long,” I panted as I plowed my heavy cock in and out of my cat-wife’s clinging channel. I couldn’t remember the last time I had prolonged my climax like this.
“Me, neither!” Zoie gasped, and she wrapped her long legs tightly around my waist. “Give it to me deep, husband. Goddess, I want to feel every drop of your virile seed filling me up!”
The last of my self-control snapped at hearing my wife’s lust-fueled babble, and I snapped my hips rapidly as I chased my orgasm with wild abandon.
“That is, Alex,” Amaya’s voice chimed as I pistoned in and out of Zoie’s wet pussy like I was trying my very best to fuck her through the mattress.
“Ahhhh!” Zoie screamed as her whole body seized up with her orgasm, and the suddenness of her spasming pussy around my cock set me off like a fire hose.
Jet after jet of my cum rocketed out of me, and after every pulse, I buried my cock as deep as I could until I was well and truly spent.
After everything was said and done, we all just breathed together in the resulting bliss, and it was all I could do gently pull free of Zoie, stumble back to the washroom to retrieve a damp cloth, and then back into the bedroom so I could wipe all of us down.
Then, with a negligent toss of the rag, I climbed in between my wife and my lover so I could luxuriate amidst all this soft naked skin, and with a few more murmured endearments and tender kisses, the three of us dropped off into a well-earned sleep.
In fact, we all would have probably remained content in each other’s arms for the rest of the night if it wasn’t for the delicious smell of roasting meat that wafted in through the cracked window sometime later.
“Mmmmm,” Zoie purred with her eyes still closed as she nestled against me. “What is that delicious smell?”
“I don’t know,” I murmured as I lazily stroked her bare arm with the flat of my palm. “But it sure smells good.”
“Should we investigate?” she asked, and I giggled when her soft ears flickered against my chin and lips.
Before I could properly answer my wife, a groaning growling sound could be heard coming from Amaya’s stomach.
“I vote yes.” The oryx-woman’s response was muffled by the pillow she had half her face buried in, but the words and the passion behind them was loud and clear.
“Me, too,” I said when my own stomach cramped up with hunger pangs. After days of dried meat and nuts, and of weak soups and stews consisting of nothing but stringy screecher meat if we were lucky, fresh roasted meat sounded divine. “Come on, let’s make ourselves presentable.”
Zoie mock-whined, but she eventually got up with some prodding and the promise of a hot meal, and before long, the three of us were cleaned up and heading outside to investigate.
It was a good thing we did, too, because Minetown was currently in the middle of preparing for an epic feast, if the large bonfire in the middle of the square was anything to go by.
Slabs of meat were trussed up on thick sticks and branches and then staked into the ground all around the impressive blaze so they could cook, and every so often, someone would come over and turn the slab to ensure the meat would cook evenly.
For as hideous as the wirms were, their flesh smelled heavenly over that smoky open flame, and my stomach cramped again.
“There you all are,” Anwaar said when she found us milling around the bonfire like most of the townies eager for supper. “Where did you go?”
“We all needed a chance to… recuperate some,” Zoie said smoothly.
“You have excellent timing,” the ibex-woman said, and she seemed utterly oblivious to the long list of other reasons why the three of us had been MIA. “The food is almost ready, and I have strict instructions to seat you at the captain’s table.”
“Lead on, Ani!” Amaya looped her arm through her sister’s, and we all followed as the ibex-woman wove in and out of excited people dancing and singing with their cheerful drunken voices.
“Alex!” Thas greeted me when we approached the low table and cushion arrangements they had going on. “Good of you to rouse yourself for the feast. There is always one after a successful hunt.”
The ladies and I all took our seats around the table, and we were all immediately given tankards of warm and savory mead while we waited for the huge platters of meat to make their rounds.
“Good to see you, Alex,” Sskern said after he and the captain finished chatting about whatever it was they were discussing before we showed up.
“Sskern, Captain.” I raised my tankard before taking a much-needed swig of the strong alcohol. “What were you guys talking about?”
“Terms,” Tharfin said with a swig of his own beverage. “How a potential Ascension Accord would look, and what it would do.”
“Yes, well, we keep getting stuck on a few matters, it seems,” Sskern grumbled mildly, but good-naturedly. “One of them being the captain’s insistence he could remain in Minetown.”
“But Minetown is my home, just like it is for several other people,” Tharfin said in a world-weary way, like he’d been repeating this for some time much to Sskern’s frustration.
“And I keep telling him that as long as he’s near the exposed ore mines, he and his people will continue to get sick,” the Regent explained and then took a huge swallow of mead.
“And I keep telling him it won’t be a problem once we eradicate the need for excavation like his fancy Accord would be sure to include,” Tharfin said. “But enough of that talk now, let us fill our bellies with our successful kill!”
A platter of sizzling meat was then set down in the middle of our table for all present to dig right in when they got the chance.
It was a little funny to see Sskern’s put out pout when the captain tabled the discussion, but at the sight of the mouthwatering food, the raptor-man shoved his sulking aside so he could get his grub on.
The meat was prepared in the simplest way possible, but somehow it was one of the best meals I’d ever eaten, and as I sated my appetite, I could feel myself relaxing into the easy camaraderie all around me.
People chatted and laughed around the little pockets of music and dancing everywhere, and even after most of us had eaten our fill, we didn’t really feel the need to call it a night.
I glanced at Sskern to see if he would bring up the idea of the mine-folk leaving their town again, but he seemed content to let the cheerful ambiance wash over him for the time being.
Logistically speaking, it would make the most sense for them all to live and work in the Upper Echelon, but when it came down to people’s homelands, one had to tread lightly. For now, it seemed adequate to Sskern that the topic was at least talked about.
The whole feast was wholesome and relaxing in ways I’d never anticipated before, and amidst the twilight neon landscape, I was struck again by the overwhelming strange beauty of such an alien place.
In the end, I couldn’t blame folks like Tharfin for wanting to stay. I felt like I kind of wanted to stay forever as well.
Which was why it was such a shame when the simple joy of the town getting together suddenly ended in smoke, and not from the bonfire.
“Again!” someone wailed above the commotion as they came running into the square. “Someone has set fire to the grain bins and food storage!”
Gasps ricocheted around the square as people craned their necks back to try and spot the black smoke that rose into the air.
“Over there!” another person called out, and with that, all of us were on our feet and rushing toward the new blaze with buckets at the ready.
The smell of acrid burning stung my nostrils and made my eyes water, but just before I swiped the moisture away, I saw something.
A slim hooded figure slipped out from behind one of the buildings and darted in the direction away from this newest arson attempt.
It was dead suspicious, so I decided to call out: “Hey, you!”
Admittedly, it was not my best line when all I was trying to do was get some answers in the most non-threatening way possible.
The figure, however, froze on the spot for a solid ten seconds before turning tail to run.
What the fuck?
A foot chase it was, then.
“Sskern!” I bellowed. “Follow that asshole!”
The two of us then peeled off from the rest of the pack in order to follow the interloper, and we both armed ourselves with dual blades and whip respectively.
“Stop!” Sskern tried, and then he lashed his whip at a shop sign when we turned down a narrow alley. This caused the sign to break and land on a packed wheelbarrow.
The chain reaction caught up with the stranger in the shape of a rogue wheelbarrow to the ass, and it and the figure both crashed into a painful heap.
“Hah!” I exclaimed and jumped over the tipped-over wheelbarrow in order to reveal the identity of the arsonist.
When I saw the face staring back at me from underneath the hood, I was surprised to say the least.
Chapter 11
“Who are you?” I demanded of the young adolescent girl wrestling against my iron grip. She was young, maybe a few years older than Rylan, but the scowl twisting her jade-colored face made her look years older.
“Let go of me, filthy Outsider!” she snarled in my face instead of answering, and she blew some pale-blue hair out of her eyes.
“That’s no way to speak to the person who helped fill your shriveled belly, hatchling,” Sskern growled at the girl.
This only served to make the girl even more angry than she already was, and she spat on the ground at the Regent’s feet.
“I owe this Outsider nothing, and I owe even less to you, Up-ish scum!” she shouted, and I suddenly had to hold her back from lunging at Sskern.
“Calm the fuck down, feisty,” I snapped, and I yanked her back hard in order to jar her out of her fierce bloodlust against the other man.
Although, I wasn’t sure if I really needed to hold her back due to the fact she seemed to be a grand total of ninety pounds soaking wet. But I held her anyway for her sake, in case she hurt herself in the process.
“What is the meaning of this?” Captain Tharfin’s irate voice floated over the heads of people who had come over to investigate the mad ravings of this teenage girl. When the crowd parted, however, both the girl and Captain stared at one another with matching shocked expressions. “Mozz?”
My own shock at hearing that name caused me to lose my grip on the girl just enough for her to tear free of my grasp.
“Tharfin,” she said coldly, and she blew a tuft of her pale-blue hair out of her eyes.
“Who is she?” I asked as I observed the tense exchange.
“She happens to be my niece and my ward, just like her brother, Neelix,” the captain said with a hard look in his eyes. “And she’s been missing since these fires started to crop up. What is the meaning of this, Mozz? Explain yourself!”
“Maybe some of us are sick and tired of being forced to live and die down here!” the angry teen named Mozz cried out and kicked over a clay jar so it would shatter. “We have the steel to take the Uppers by force, but you refuse!”
“The mines are dead, Mozzy,” Tharfin placated. “And even if they weren’t, the steel makes us sick.”
“Only if you keep it around!” she insisted. “Who’s to say we would need to keep it after the takeover was completed? We could discard the steel then.”
“No,” the captain said, and he literally as well as figuratively put down his foot. “I will not abide by this behavior any longer. You will come home with me this instant so we may discuss this more in private.”
