Chapter 39
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Two more days of travel, and they’d come a long way too.
Rutger took a gulp of water, wiped his mouth, then tucked the canteen away on his belt. More stories down, more stairs descended or flown—because one of them had been an immense well where the wing-soldiers could wheel down like seagulls on an updraft. It was how Vargr had flown so far when they’d scouted. Apart from a few hungry animals, there’d been nothing hostile.
Having to kill a stray dog that’d gone feral had made him sadder than anything else had recently. For once they were doing something positive, not just scratching about surviving. Beasters might be the ones who would save the world after all, though it was still a very long-term goal, and that had been the reason why all of them had volunteered for the experiment—be the good guys, fuck over these alien invaders. Save the Earth.
He let out a sigh. Still happening.
Locke and Maura were ambling along together like a newly married couple, all gooey eyed and animated. Holding hands, kissing, discussing whatever made them talk. Locke had made the jump and it’d turned out well. They were bondmated, and Maura was clearly happy and fairly immune from the Lure.
When they saw him watching, they waved. He smiled and waved back. Good luck to them. One less a burden for Cyn, who’d been busting her balls, or whatever it was called when girls tried their hardest, to get the Lure under her control again.
They’d nearly reached the edge of Adult Quarter and had camped in a widely spread-out playground full of swings and slippery slides, tunnels and shallow ponds, very near the store he wanted to show Cyn. The ponds were dips in the floor with black stains where the water had dried up. Plastic had broken off some of the tunnels in big chunks, leaving a litter of red or green pieces. Fires were already smoking where meals were being prepared.
Mads had found a bicycle and was whooping and riding it in circles, his stiff white hair and wings making this seem a bizarre circus instead of a playground. Toother was galumphing after him on his big paws while Willow laughed hysterically with her hands on her knees. The nanodog’s hair fluffed out in waves with every paw landing. People cursed and scattered from their path as Toother’s drool flew from his mouth in great sloppy gobbets.
He snorted and rubbed at his chin, wondering about the management here when the shops were running. Or did having a sex shop near a playground make sense: you screw each other and make babies, and we’ll give the sproglets somewhere to go while you buy more dildos?
“Where is this store?” Cyn sauntered up to him, sexy hips pulling him to watch the movements of her body. Her amber stone-washed tights and the bulge of her tits over the top of her white corset had him dreaming of undoing those cute bows running down the front.
“Come with me if you want to get naughty. Actually, you’re coming anyway.” He ran his finger down her cleavage then down the row of golden bows. “These undo? Not sure my fingers are that good with anything tiny. I might have to bite them off.”
She scoffed. “There are clips under them. No biting my clothes today.”
“Fine, I’ll just rip it off you.” He turned her to face the store, smacked her butt, then left his hand there. “Over there. You know you’re due for fucking.”
The arch of her brow as she looked over her shoulder spoke of trouble. “Even if I am, you need better manners to convince me. I don’t lie on my back for just any beaster.”
Grinning, he picked up his pack and followed her into the store, dropping the pack at the doorway.
“Who said anything about back? Front, upside down, tied-up, I’m not fussy.”
They went past some rearranged shop dummies that were piled up in an orgy.
She poked out her tongue and skipped ahead. Looked like Cyn too was feeling happier. Good. Hope—it was the hope that was doing this. He’d swear he could feel it rising the further they travelled.
“Hey! Vargr? You here yet?”
Her mouth formed an O . Then she whispered, “You didn’t?”
“Did. Don’t worry, I’ve been talking to him. He wants this. To talk to you.”
“Hmmm. Good.” Her chest lifted, fell, as she watched the first sign of his approach—his wings bobbing above the shelves. Vargr emerged from behind a display, ducking under a sex swing that hung from the ceiling.
“This store will make even you feel inadequate, Rutger.” But his eyes were all over Cyn. “He’s right. I want to talk. Come back here where they have a throne for at least one us to sit on.”
“A throne?” Her smirk was purely from amusement, and he answered with his own slightly hesitant smile. “I bet it has a dick sticking up from the middle.”
“Nope. Wrong. Close though.” He held out his hand and she took it, then he drew her deeper into the store. “You too,” he flung back at Rutger.
Of course him too. The threesome wasn’t right, wasn’t centered without Vargr. This was all so very promising. Of all the wishes in all the world from survivalists stocking up their bunkers for doomsday, he’d bet nobody ever listed a sex store as an essential. And yet it was.
The throne turned out to be one made of a few hundred dildos of all shapes and colors. Vargr sat on it and pulled Cyn down onto his lap, reminding Rutger of the last time she’d been on Vargr’s lap while he fucked her.
The store became very hot and sweaty all of a sudden. He found a sturdy shelf to lean against—wouldn’t do to domino-destroy the store with an avalanche of toppling shelves. Then he listened. By a grand coincidence the shelving behind dildo throne was chock full of dildos.
Gold ones, black ones of elephant-size, double-ended ones, vibrating ones, knobbly spiked ones… hmmm.
“I’ve been thinking,” Vargr began, jiggling his knee until Cyn placed her hand on it.
“I’ll get sea-sick.”
“Yeah, right. Hard to know where to start, but this seems good place.” His hand slipped into the bodice of her corset to cup her breast, and he leaned her back in a smoldering hot kiss that had Rutger’s cock throbbing already. He folded his arms, and after a few minutes of painful watching, he loudly cleared his throat.
Finally, the beaster stopped with the kisses. Cyn looked pleased and subtly readjusted her position on his knee, or squirming he’d call it, and she placed her palm on Vargr’s chest. The girl was turned on. He sucked air through his teeth. Get on with it, man. Places to go, women to fuck. He pulled off his own shirt and dropped it aside to give them a hint. Now he matched the bare-chested Vargr.
“What have you been thinking?” she prompted. Vargr wasn’t going to get away with just doing, he had to talk. It was the only way to clear things between them properly.
“Rutger told me about how you’ve thought about that day. How you tried to remember it all but can’t. We know it was a Ghoul Lord, so my only problem is with the obvious—you shooting me.” She held her tongue, though Rutger saw from the strain around her eyes how difficult it was not to say anything. “Whatever you remember, you did it, and I know you did it at that moment not realizing it was me, or Tom, or anyone else you should care about.”
He paused to stare across at Rutger.
“You said you wouldn’t have shot me on purpose, right?”
“Yes.”
“It was a violation of my trust. If I knew for sure it was accidental, I would’ve been over it in a flash. Thing is, after talking to Rutger, I figure it is your modifications. Your nanomachines, and the genetic rearranging, has made this happen, so that somehow in the middle of all that crazy, you forgot to be human.”
Though human wasn’t the right noun here, Rutger kept quiet.
“Oh.” She gulped. “And? Because strangely, I think I agree with that. It scares me, sometimes. A lot of what my body is doing is?—”
“Scary,” he finished for her. “That established…” He looked to Rutger again.
Rutger nodded. This was something they’d talked to death while scouting.
“That established we both think it’s our responsibility to watch over you and haul on the reins when we feel you’re going too far.”
“Haul on the reins?” Her spluttering was adorable. “I’m… going to say okay, but I may want to add some small print to this later, such as no actual horse reins or pony play!”
Vargr was full-on silent-laughing, but he slowly calmed then directed her to face him with a finger on her chin. She blinked at him. This was a docile Cyn, but he figured she knew she had to agree or risk Vargr leaving again.
“Look, this is all so bloody important and deadly serious. Agreed?”
“I agree you’re serious and…” she hurried on after seeing his frown, “…I agree to let you tell me if I’m going too far, because actually I’d like that. What I did to Tom and you and the others, it turned me inside-out.”
The quiet grew more than a little awkward until Vargr reached for her again and drew Cyn into a gentler kiss. Rutger had had enough of keeping his distance, and he stood and went to them, hooking a large blue, knobbly dildo off a display and ripping open the packet. When they turned to face him, he wobbled it.
“Remember my promise? I deserve this after listening to him wearing my ear out.”
She hopped off his lap and backed away. “Your ear? Vargr you weren’t supposed to fuck his ear.”
Quietly, and with deliberate menace, Vargr unfolded from the throne. The two of them surpassed her in height and muscle by far, though he knew she could bruise them. If she was in a fighting mood, maybe worse. But now…
“We are going to corner you, hogtie you, and shove this wherever we want to.”
“Her ear?” Vargr asked padding closer to their victim, and Cyn was still backing up, carefully, so as not to trip. “Or her ass?”
“Depends on how much fuss she makes, but with so many dicks in here to choose from, I say let’s go wild.” He grinned and grabbed a few more plastic dongs off the shelves.
“Oooooh yeah.”
Cyn turned and sprinted for the back of the store.
“Rules?” he asked Vargr.
“Whoever catches her gets to choose his hole.”
“You’re on.”
They both chased after her. He took the left, Vargr kept to the right, and they didn’t rush too much. After all, the store was finite in space. Though, come to think of it there would be a back door and a loading bay at the very back. He sprinted, floor thumping under his feet, and some of the shelves went crashing aside. Though Vargr shot him a curious glance, he too sped up.
They’d lost sight of her, and the bang of a door told him she’d likely exited. If she tried losing them by circling around to the front, he’d teach her better manners.
Rutger jogged to a stop yards away from the door that had a red STAFF ONLY sign. “If she’s gone outside, I say we fuck her in public, tied to a damn swing.”
“Hmmm. Considering this is make-up sex, maybe I should be less extreme.”
He waited, but Rutger decided to merely shrug.
“Fuck no. You’re right. We have to catch her first.”
Before they opened that door, Rutger hissed softly then held up a finger and pointed to either side. Just a hunch, but he knew her pretty well and could imagine Cyn pretending to leave and hiding. And sneering at them. The shelves to left and right were high and angled so that the space behind them was concealed. Which to try? If he was wrong, they’d could still go outside.
Some said bondmates were detectable by their pheromones.
Testing, testing…
He drew in a long breath and thought, and something hinted he should go left. Beckoning to Vargr, he pointed out where he was going before circling further to the left around that shelf, while Vargr approached the shelf end nearest the door. Impossible to be utterly silent when you were as heavy as he was, and he was hyper-aware of the grating sounds as his boots pressed onto dust.
One step, another. Don’t brush against anything.
If Cyn hid there, they had her cornered.
The shelf rocked, creaked, and he looked up to see her scrambling over the shelf above. Her leap took her to the floor in a sprawl, and he could see her recovering even as he spun. He took a stride, dived, and slid.
He caught her ankle in one hand just as she made to run. Cyn landed belly-down, full-length with an oomph as the air burst from her lungs, her hands bracing her inches off the floor. She turned to squint at him, lips pressed together.
Already she scrambled to rise. “Damn yo?—”
He yanked her flat again and leaped forward on hands and knees to climb up her and pin her under his body and hold her down. Legs to either side of her, with her arms pulled to the middle of her back, he sat on her. No amount of her kicking, throwing herself about, or cursing helped her to push him off.
“Be good.” He leaned over. “We’re going to fuck you three ways until the end of time or as close to that as schedules allow.” He sniggered. “Why do I feel superior to our little bondmate? Thought you’d fuck off with us prowling around outside like idiots?” He ran his fingers down her backbone to the corset’s edge. Her butt was lower down, and Vargr had arrived to plant his boot on her there.
“Course.” She twisted to look back at him and sent him a sexy if defiant smile. “It was a fun idea.”
“Mm-hmm.” The black collar Vargr had never removed made a great place to fix his hand. “You think. Are you going to play nice while we strip you? I’d hate to cut these new clothes.”
“Do not cut them!” Her forehead wrinkled for a second. “Will I play nice? How about you see what happens?”
He tsked at her.
“Are you mad, Rutger? She won’t. I’ll get some rope. Tons of good shibari rope in here.”
Yeah, he had threatened to hogtie her. He sank his hand into the back of her hair and made her look at him for a while. Her sly smile waned until she only blinked up at him. “Sure. You do that, man. I’ll get started.”
While Vargr rummaged among the displays at the front of the store he stayed on top of her and wandered his hands over her, teasing and grasping. He used her hair to hold up her head while he reached under to caress her breasts, to squeeze her nipples, or to shift and hold her neck at the front, so he could whisper his evil, dirty threats.
He felt her come alive under him, striving to squirm and wriggle, maybe even grind herself on the floor.
“You turned on? Do you like me just fucking around with you, doing what I want? We both know you do. The more you deny it, the hotter it gets in your head?” He bit her ear as he talked, bit her nape, reached back with one hand to probe between her legs while he wrapped his other hand over her mouth and nose. She had her thighs crammed close together, but she gasped and gave in and opened herself to him when he persisted down there. Already her wetness had leaked through the tights at the crotch.
He rubbed up and down her slit, pressing, sliding the cloth, almost working it into her cunt.
Vargr wasn’t back yet, but he had his pants belt and he unbuckled it and pulled it from the loops, unzipped his fly while he was at it to let loose his own private monster. His cock had been ready to fuck her since the chase began.
“We’re going to have a whole lot fun with you. I might not stick all of my cock in your ass yet, but I have that knobbly dildo to get you used to something close.”
“Fuck you,” she whispered, but he could see the dare in her eyes.
“Absolutely, only the fucking will be of you. In every single hole.”
He smiled a wide, cruel smile. Then he wormed her hands out from under him and wrapped them in his belt, knotting it until the leather warped and twisted, molding firmly around her wrists.
Vargr arrived with enough coils of red rope to bind a rhinoceros or similar, dumped it on the floor, then he helped Rutger turn her over and sit on her legs while she swore at them.
After he popped all those tempting bows and slipped off the corset, she was still cursing him, so he dragged over some rope and tied it across her mouth and around her head at the back, three times, while she stared defiantly at him. He did the same to her eyes, around and around, only softly.
Now, at last , she was quiet. Vargr stripped off her tights and felt between her legs.
“She is fuckin’ wet.”
“I know.” He chuckled.
While Vargr began tying her legs together, she shook her head and tried to kick him, mumbling a no through the rope pressing apart her lips. At least twice her foot connected, and he was sure the beaster would have some mighty bruises. Subdued, tied up, with his belt replaced by rope, she still, somehow, managed to poke her tongue out at them through her impromptu gag.
Fuck, even that was hot. He wiped his mouth and grinned at her, though his wry amusement was swiftly overwhelmed by lust. That red rope was so pretty wrapped over her skin.
With a groan, Vargr palmed his hard-on then took off his pants and dropped them to the side. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. ” He heaved in a breath while rubbing his ribs where she’d thumped her foot into him. “Is this strugglefucking? Think it must be. Why did I deprive myself?”
“’Cause you’re an asshole?”
They both laughed and he rose to his feet to stand beside Vargr and look down at her. “I said I’d hogtie her. What say you?”
Cyn squeaked through the rope at them.
“Get her hands at the front so we can do every hole?”
“It shall be done.” He picked up the coil of rope.
By the time they were finished, after much wrestling with her and redoing of knots, they had her wrists bound together at the front and her ankles connected there too. Doubled over, with her breasts squashed by the rope wrapped about her torso, Cyn looked ripe for fucking.
His cock was aching and so stiff he wondered if he’d come at the first thrust into her.
Vargr spun her, where she lay on her side on a mattress they’d hauled from the back room. He leaned over her. Propped on his arms, he spoke inches from her ear. “There you go, everything is where we want it. Exposed and fuckable.”
He swore he heard her softly moan.
Her labia were swollen and dark pink from arousal, and a trickle of her moisture ran down onto her butt as Rutger watched Vargr play there before sticking two slickened fingers in her pussy. She wormed about, gasping through the rope gag, whimpering as he pumped those fingers in and out.
“Your cunt is ours and your ass.” He found the lubed-up blue dildo and began squeezing it in there, slowly. He eyed Rutger. “Want? The more turned on she is…”
It was obvious what he meant. Turn her on so the dildo would go in easier. As if he’d say no. Though with him inside her too there’d not be a lot of room for anything in her rear hole.
“Oh yeah. You want a no?”
Vargr eyerolled. “Do it.”
Grinning, he advanced on his knees and aimed, probing for her entry, trying not to get in the other beaster’s way. He felt that beautiful soft give, heard her moan as he pushed his cock past her pussy lips. He kept his eyes on her—on how her mouth moved around the rope, on the curve of her body as she accepted him, her shudders and little noises. Blissed out by her submission he kept going, taking it fucking slow and withdrawing a little before he stuck himself in deeper, watching Vargr do her asshole with the dildo.
The tip of it had popped into her. But the next part bore the knobbly spikes that came closer to his own cock diameter. He’d chosen it for that reason.
This was intense. His cock slid further. Cyn moaned and writhed, moving to show she wanted more.
“Fuck.” He gasped. “You doing that and this too… inside her. She’s crushing me good.”
Vargr laughed. “Once she lets it go in deeper, I’m shifting that rope and fucking her mouth.”
“You do that, man. I want to watch.” He grinned, tamping down his arousal so he’d last. If he didn’t come before that he was going to enjoy this to the limit. Get himself in her cunt to the hilt. He slammed in harder, grunted, pulled out. Then he wrapped his large hand over her sweet hip and got heavier into the rhythm—he went in whenever Vargr pulled out. Out when the dildo went in.
Until a hard thrust bumped Vargr’s hand, and he heard her squeak and stiffen.
Vargr snorted.
“I think it’s gone in as far as I want it to.”
Rutger checked and yes, knobbly bit was sunken into her asshole, had disappeared with only a hint of the rubbery spikes showing. His cock could feel the difference—with so little room for it, the pressure was building him heaven-high, damn fast. Vargr rose and moved to her head.
He stuck his palm over the dildo when it looked like she’d push it out and then kept on doing what he was compelled to. Stopping him now would take a second Armageddon.
Hand wrapped over her thigh, he thrust and withdrew, speared in, ground himself in, fucking her relentlessly. Ramming cock and come into her all at once was quivering on the horizon. Keep going, keep going.
He paused to say through his tightening throat, “Next time, I’m fucking you in here, girl.” Fascinated by how mister blue-and-knobbly projected from her ass, he wiggled the dildo then both felt and saw her muscles squash onto his cock.
“Dammit, girl,” he rasped then fucked her hard .
Cyn only whimpered, bubbling through her own drool on the rope as Vargr grabbed either side of her head and shuffled closer on his knees, his cock wobbling but probably harder than any man would choose to endure for long.
He’d brought it on himself though, and who cared when this was the result of that denial?
Sweat was sheening Cyn’s leg and making his grip on her slippery, but her bound face showed an absorbed and enraptured expression. Her breath caught with every thrust. Her body strained to take more of him, to take more of what they did to her. This was beautiful.