The duelist 7, p.2
The Duelist 7, page 2
Oh, hurry, Amaya moaned back inside my head, and after one last look around to make sure I was off the hook, I hurried off to find my gorgeous lovers in the secluded forest.
Now that we were out of the Lower Echelon, the forest didn’t really glow like I’d grown accustomed to, and I had to strain my eyes.
I could have called out for Amaya to speed up the process, but where was the fun in that?
When I rounded a thick tree truck, I was so glad I didn’t shout because then I would have interrupted the stunningly perfect scene taking place in front of me.
“Ahh!” Zoie’s high-pitched yelp ricocheted around the small clearing, and I watched in awe as the oryx-woman slung one of Zoie’s long legs over her shoulder so she could get a better angle to eat out my wife.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered under my breath when Amaya practically slammed Zoie’s hips against the tree for more stability, and my dick became fully interested when Zoie curled her lithe fingers around Amaya’s horns for more leverage.
“Oh, there!” The cat-woman writhed and arched her back against the trunk, and I couldn’t help but rub my hard-on through my pants at how sexy they both looked. “Ohhh.”
Zoie trembled and shook as her orgasm crested, and Amaya flowed up the length of the cat-woman’s body and replaced her mouth with her fingers so she could milk as much pleasure out of Zoie’s climax as she could.
Eventually, my sexy cat-wife indicated she’d had enough, and she gripped the hand that was still moving slowly beneath her mini-skirt.
“Beautiful,” Amaya whispered. Then she removed her hand from between Zoie’s thighs, brought her fingers up to her lips, and sucked them sensually into her mouth.
For my part, I needed to stop what I was doing in case I ruined the main event.
I could always reveal myself and get things progressing in a certain way, but I lingered back behind my tree so I could see what transpired next.
When Zoie caught her breath, she practically pounced on top of the oryx-woman and forcefully changed their positions so now Amaya was pinned against the trunk and being kissed within an inch of her life.
“So… amazing…” she mumbled in between nipping at Amaya’s full bottom lip. Her hands were roving all over Amaya’s back, down to her waist, and went even further to grope her pert bottom.
“Your hands are wonderful,” Amaya gasped as she broke away for air. Then she tangled her fingers in the briar of Zoie’s midnight hair and jumped so both legs were wrapped tightly around the cat-woman’s toned waist.
“Hang on,” Zoie murmured in that sultry purr of hers, and she hiked up Amaya’s skirt until I could glimpse the thatch of pale hair peeking out between her legs as my wicked cat-wife sought her prize.
“Mercedes be!” The oryx-woman’s silver horns scraped lightly against the dark wood of the trunk and left behind stark white scratches. “Yes, move your hand just like that.”
“Like this?” I heard Zoie ask, and I returned my shaking palm back to the steel rod straining against my inseam when Amaya hissed.
“Y-Yeah,” she said as the other woman’s hand began to move.
I’d just about had it skulking in the shadows, and as much as I was enjoying the show, I felt the burning desire to participate.
My boots crunched along the ground at an even pace so as not to surprise the two women, but then I got closer and noticed the only reaction to my presence were sly little glances and furtive grins, I realized they’d been aware I was there for a while now.
Naughty minxes.
I fucking loved it when they played games.
My blood sang high and hot in my veins, and I stripped off my shirt so I could feel as much of my cat-wife as I could against my bare skin.
“Hello, husband,” Zoie purred as her tail wrapped around my calf. “You’re right on time.”
“Hm, really?” I asked as I nosed along her neck where her clover scent was the strongest. I then peered over her shoulder to see what my wife was up to. “How pretty. Maybe I can help.”
Chapter 2
The position I currently found myself in was unlike any fantasy my sordid brain could ever hope to imagine, and it was fucking hot, so as far as surprises went, this one took the cake.
The front of my bare torso was plastered along the sensual line of Zoie’s back, and in my hands, I gripped Amaya under her knees so she would have enough leverage against the truck of the tree while Zoie worked her fingers in and around the oryx-woman’s pink pussy.
It was a good thing I came over to hold her up because I was pretty sure her ability to keep her legs wrapped around Zoie’s waist was absolutely obliterated the second the cat-woman circled her thumb around Amaya’s clit.
“Oh, baby,” the oryx-woman moaned, and her arms flew up so she could grip the trunk behind her.
Then her horns scratched more patterns into the bark until little corkscrew shavings decorated her moonlight hair.
She was stunning, and I rocked my hips into Zoie’s behind for some much-needed friction on my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed into the crook of my wife’s neck as I set up a slow grinding tempo.
“Wait!” Amaya gasped and then reached down to grab my right wrist. She squeezed rhythmically, and a spike of lust went through me and made my toes curl when I saw the image she was pushing through our connection.
I squeezed her hand right back, and I wasted no time in shucking Zoie out of her skimpy skirt, giving my palm a good lick until it was nice and wet, and lubing my leaking cock up enough to slide it between Zoie’s smooth thighs.
“Ohhhh,” Zoie moaned when the head of my dick nudged up under the hood of her clit. She was slick and hot from the orgasm Amaya gave her earlier, so sliding my hard shaft along her trembling pussy was easy.
“Tighter,” Amaya panted and dug her heels into Zoie’s hip.
“Guh.” The breath was punched out of me when the soft thighs around my cock squeezed.
“Yesss,” my cat-wife hissed when I drew back and then forward. The head of my dick scraped deliciously over the hard nub of her pleasure, and I kept my strokes short and fast. “Oh, oh, oh…”
Zoie moved her hand at the same pace, and I supported Amaya as she finally tipped over the edge and came so hard her legs trembled like a newborn fawn.
“Gorgeous,” I groaned and ground harder when Zoie copied Amaya from earlier and licked the essence off her fingers.
“You taste like honey,” Zoie purred, and then she leaned forward so she could kiss the oryx-woman on the lips.
My thrusting started to pick up its pace, and my hips began to judder in an awkward rhythm.
Before we could break stride, Amaya regained the strength in her legs and lowered them so she could stand and bring the two of us closer.
“Zoie, Alex,” she panted and then devoured Zoie’s mouth again. Then Amaya guided the cat-woman so she had her arms wrapped around Amaya’s waist.
Because my cat-wife was bent over just slightly, the head of my cock grazed the entrance of her pussy. The sensation caused both of us to jolt, and when Amaya urged us through her Touch, it was easy to slide right into my wife’s silky channel.
“Oh! Goddess!” Zoie yelped, and then she muffled her lust-filled moans in between Amaya’s pert breasts as I drove into her with deep rolling thrusts.
Her walls clenched around my hard shaft, and I couldn’t help but grip the base of her lithe tail in order to keep her from squeezing me out completely. For a moment, I thought she’d come, but the tension was still keeping her bowstring taut.
“Here,” Amaya said as she led us all to sink down into the springy moss at our feet.
Zoie and I had to disengage in order to shift our stances, but we were soon reconnected in the same manner. Only this time, Amaya was reclined in the soft blanket of moss with Zoie’s head between her spread thighs.
“Oh, God,” I groaned as my knees dug into the spongy ground.
“Ah!” Amaya threw her head back and knotted her fists in Zoie’s hair as the cat-woman got to work and returned the favor from earlier. “Oh, you are a quick study!”
The cat-woman didn’t respond because her mouth was too busy bringing Amaya right to the edge of her second orgasm.
“Shit, I’m coming.” I sped up my rhythm when Zoie arched her back, and she tightened around me from the base of my shaft all the way to my sensitive tip as my ejaculation jetted out in hot streams.
“Oh, yes, deep inside me,” she moaned as she trembled and twitched with her own climax. The walls of her pussy milked me to the last drop, and my hips strained against hers as I came hard and kept coming.
“Fuck, Zoie,” I growled as my pelvis gave another kick, and I couldn’t help but bite her shoulder.
“So much, yes, fill me with your strong kits!” she growled right back, and her silken channel rippled around my cock like she was trying to come one more time.
Distantly, I heard Amaya squeal, and I looked up in time to see her finish herself off just as a shared climax thundered through Zoie and me. Because the augur-woman was also tangled up with the cat-woman, and because I was still inside Zoie, I could feel the feedback loop of all of our pleasures cascading through us in a seemingly never-ending wave.
When the sensation finally ebbed, I gently pulled out of Zoie’s cream-filled pussy and burrowed my way between these two gorgeous and amazing women.
“What… in Mercedes… was that?” I asked the oryx-woman between my breaths. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Zoie popped her head up so she could gaze at Amaya on my other side and tilted her head. She appeared too wrung out to form words, but her expressive eyes seemed to ask our lover the same thing.
“I ‘called’ Zoie to meet me here after you left,” Amaya admitted with a pleased smile as she draped her leg across one of my still-clothed thighs.
I was in such a frenzy, all I had patience for was to yank down my pants just enough to get myself free.
Fuck, that was wild, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun.
“You did more than just bring Zoie over,” I said as I refused to let the wily oryx-woman off the hook so easily. “I felt like my head was going to explode from how good that felt.”
“I told you I’ve begun to feel stronger,” Amaya said with another one of those wicked little giggles.
“No kidding,” I sighed and thumped my head back. “That was amazing. Both of you are incredible.”
“As much as I would like to stay here forever and not move, we should get back to the camp so we may sleep,” Zoie said in her pragmatic way.
I snorted when she didn’t even move despite her words. “You first.”
She grumbled predictably and snuggled harder into my neck, and I supposed a few more minutes wouldn’t go amiss.
That night, I slept soundly back at the tent with Shay and the rest. It was the type of sleep that sucked me under the sea of unconsciousness without a flicker of dreams, and I probably would have stayed asleep if it weren’t for the tossing and turning going on next to me.
After the third kick to my hip that almost sent me clear off the extra-large cot we were all sharing, I woke up to see what all the fuss was about.
“Mmphf!” Shay mumbled in her sleep, and her hand flopped against my chest.
I propped myself up on my elbows so I could peer down at my distressed phoenix-wife as she whimpered in her sleep.
“Sweetheart?” I brushed the hair off her sweaty forehead and then caressed her cheek until her startled green eyes flashed open. “It’s okay, I’m here. You were having a nightmare.”
“Oh,” she whispered as she sat up and looked around the dark canopy structure like she needed to affirm to herself she was indeed awake. “Oh, my.”
“Come on, let’s take a walk,” I said, and I carefully got us both out of bed, grabbed my crossbow for company, and guided us through the sleeping Terrans until we were out in the star-spangled night.
Shay lapsed into silence even though we were far enough away from the campers for any hushed conversation to be overheard. She seemed to still be a bit confused, like she needed a moment longer to process what had caused her to frown the way she was, and I gave her the time she needed as we strolled.
She stopped when we reached a secluded outcropping, paced back and forth for a few seconds, and then took a seat on a boulder.
“I don’t know what it is…” Shay began in a dreamy voice, and based on the circles I could still see bruising around her eyes, I could tell she was still pretty out of it and decided we weren’t going to be out here for very long. “There was just heat and light and then darkness and cold, and it… made me angry.”
“Oh,” I faltered with a lack of anything else to say and then took a seat next to her. “Are you still angry?”
“No,” she sighed and leaned against me. “I feel fine. Tired, but fine.”
“Okay,” I said and draped my arm around her shoulders so she had something to lean against and keep herself warm from the night chill. “Take all the time you need.”
“Mmkay,” she hummed as her head grew heavier on my chest, and I grinned fondly at how endearing she was and how much trust she put into me without hesitation.
I held her close and hummed a part of that soothing tune she sang when she healed all the Terrans. That moment under the diamond-studded sky was so serene, I figured staying out here a few extra minutes would be okay, and I pressed a light kiss on the top of her ginger-scented head.
The calm bubble of peace that surrounded us abruptly popped when Shay seemed to jerk herself out of another uneasy dream.
“Alright,” I said as I held her close while she trembled. “Let’s go back. I think once you are surrounded by Zoie and Amaya, you’ll feel a little better.”
“You are probably right,” she agreed, but the zombie-expression on her heart-shaped face was worrisome, and she wordlessly let me guide us back in the direction of the canopy.
On our way back, however, Shay abruptly stopped dead in her tracks and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Sweetheart? What is it?” I asked as I peered through the darkness for the perceived threat.
“The anger, it’s getting stronger,” she said in a horrified whisper.
Before I could ask any further questions, a strange noise rose up on a sudden gust of wind from the chasm around us.
A sound of dissonant chattering and high-pitched scraping like the sound of a thousand crabs skittering over a chalkboard rang out through the night. It was such a surreal and disturbing noise, the hair stood straight up on the nape of my neck.
“Attack!” a mighty bellow from the camp sounded, and the cacophony of screams and battle noises could be heard as a macabre accompaniment to the screeching skittering symphony.
Without much time to spare, I snatched Shay’s wrist and made her hunker down in a narrow gap in the outcropping.
“Stay here!” I ordered as I shoved her back as far as I could. “I’ll be back, but I have to go help!”
“Be safe!” she said as crystal tears leaked out of her sparkling emerald eyes.
“I will,” I promised, kissed her on her pallid forehead, and then ran toward the chaos with my crossbow.
As I was trying to get a bolt out of the pouch on my belt, I ran smack into someone who was running full-tilt in the opposite direction.
“Oof!” I caught the oryx-woman before she could stumble back and fall.
“Amaya? What are you doing here?” I asked as I gripped her upper arms. “Is everything--?”
“I felt the same thing Shay did,” Amaya interrupted me in an urgent voice, and she’d also apparently grabbed my dual herald blades. “She only felt it because she’s tied to the island’s heart since she healed it.”
“Shay keeps talking about being able to feel some sort of anger,” I said as I lowered my crossbow, jammed my boot into the cocking stirrup, and loaded a bolt. “What’s that all about?”
“She was probably picking up on the hive mind lurking within the island,” Amaya hurried to explain as the screams and the fighting got louder. “I’m not entirely sure what it is, but when Shay healed the heart, it cut off the light and heat source this invasive colony was using to survive. Here, this will be faster…”
She grabbed my wrist and pushed the image she had in her head into mine through our connection.
The familiar picture of the throbbing glowing monolith I saw deep in the Lower bowels of Terr swam to the surface of my thoughts. Like before, I saw the thin beam of light peering down from the surface, the only bit of sunlight able to reach the depths of the island. Then the ground shook, and a single glimmering point winked in the beam of light like a beautiful star.
No, not a star, but a tear.
Shay’s tear.
I watched as it splashed against the precipice of the island’s heart, and the angry red glow that pulsed and throbbed and threw off that sweltering heat began to cool and fade to a gentle blue.
Under the earth, deep below where the heart of the island dug its veins in, hundreds of creatures began to grow cold, and their underground nurseries started to wither and die.
And now?
Now, the creatures were angry at the ones above who murdered their clutches of young…
“Fuck!” I gasped and tore myself away from her touch like she was on fire.
“Oh, Alex, I’m sorry!” Amaya said, and she pulled back with a guilty look on her face. “I’m not adjusting well to limiting my power.”
“That’s alright,” I said, even though I felt shaken inside.
Her Knowing powers really were dialed up, and it briefly worried me. If I was only feeling a fraction of what she experienced when she touched me, I could only imagine what the full brunt of that felt like. As it stood, my arm felt a little like it was full of pins and needles where her hand had made contact with my skin.
No wonder she plowed into me like the devil was after her.
