by K. A Knight
Fuck.
Fuckity McFuck.
Such an asshole move, splitting up. I swear, I will get him back for this, but for now I need to watch his back and mine. It’s the first time I’ve been alone in the sands out here and it’s bringing back memories—the grit brushing along my skin, the howls of the ferals.
Swallowing, I move closer to the bike, feeling the metal pressing into my arm as I fight off the flashbacks. I need to be strong, I have an important job to do. If he comes back and I have been attacked, he will get hurt, or worse, so I need to the lady the fuck up.
‘Cause, girls, let’s face it, we are stronger than any man…I wonder why people say man the fuck up? They might be physically stronger, but with just one quick hit to the balls, they are left screaming. Whereas our vaginas take a pounding, like it, and come out stronger. Oh yeah, I’m going to lady the fuck up.
Gripping my crossbow, I blow out air and go back to scanning the sand on either side of us, ready to fight if need be. I’m stronger than last time, smarter too, and a whole lot less trusting. I won’t let those sick fucks ruin my life or this world for me.
The time stretches on slowly, my neck crawling with awareness as I wait for him to come back.
Suddenly, I feel the air move, and I roll forward, bringing up my crossbow with my finger on the trigger as he freezes, his hands up. “Brawler.”
Pulling my finger away, I drop the crossbow and he edges closer. “Four of them, that’s it, ferals on the other side too. We are going to have to fight our way through. The issue is they will spot us before we even get close, they could get a shot off,” he snaps. “I don’t like it, fuck, let’s take the detour, an extra day won’t matter.”
“It will,” I hiss. “What if that day is the difference between the life and death of someone? We fight, we just need a distraction,” I argue, and then I hear him groan. “I have it!”
“Oh God, I’m not going to like it, am I?” he growls.
“Nope, but it’s happening. I’ll distract them while you sneak in from behind, then we go all ninja and kill them. Plan?”
“It’s a shitty plan,” he grumbles.
“Don’t worry, Beast Man, my plans always work,” I tease.
“They never work,” he reminds me, but I ignore him.
“Trust me,” I retort, as I strip off my jacket and crossbow, and drape it over the bike. “Keep those safe,” I mutter, and hide my katanas at my back. I rough up my hair and slap myself in the face, the skin hitting skin sound ringing it out.
“What the fuck?” Jago growls, but I am already moving over the sand. I run fast and hear him swearing, but he quickly goes quiet, no doubt trying to get around the feral and to the back of them so he can use the building. I wait five minutes before the reach of the light, and then stand up and stumble into it.
He was right, four men, big, burly men with bellies and thick arms. Older too, some with grey hair or grey beards. Four bikes are stationed near the building on the left, with a fire in the middle of the cracked street, and an old-style radio still working next to it, blaring music as they sit and stand around it, drinking and laughing. I take in the scene quickly, noting only two of them are armed, one with a gun—he needs to go first—and one with a hammer. I spot two more gun holsters hanging over their bikes, they weren’t expecting trouble, thinking the ferals would scare anyone off.
Well, I’m crazy enough to stumble into them.
It takes them a while to see me, and I almost debate moaning dramatically. “What the fuck!” one of them yells, and jumps to his feet, alerting the others as I move closer, almost touching the fire before I stop. They all freeze, staring at me open-mouthed, the one with the gun has his hand on it, but he hasn’t pulled it out yet, most likely thinking I’m a weak woman.
Er, now would be a good time for an idea, Piper…except I lied. I was just going to distract them, I didn’t think of how. The silence stretches on as they share a look and move closer to me. Anytime now, Piper, I scold myself, racking my brain.
“Oh God, please help,” I cry theatrically.
“What’s wrong, little lady?” the one with the gun asks, dropping his hand away from it as two of them move closer.
Erm, what’s wrong. Good question. Think, think, think…
I panic, I didn’t think this far ahead. “It’s my ass,” I blurt. “Asshole, the hole of my ass, erm, it hurts, I think I wiped with the wrong plant.” Oh God, what am I saying?
It throws them long enough for me to grab my sword. “Fuck it,” I mutter, and leap forward, impaling one’s head on the end of my blade. “My plan totally worked,” I brag, as I yank the sword out and spin to see Jago wrestling with the man with the gun, Jago on top of him on the ground. The other two are coming at me. I dodge a punch and outstretched hands and dance near the fire, another plan forming.
“My ass, you totally fell for it.” I smirk, and one of them gets mad and rushes forward. I move at the last second, his hands almost touching my hair before he falls into the fire. He screams and rushes out, dropping to the sand and rolling as flames race up his legs. It gives me time to take out the other as he is staring in shock at his friend.
“Never underestimate a girl, motherfucker,” I cry, before slashing across his neck. Blood spurts out, hitting me in the face and neck as his hands reach up and try and cover the wound, but it’s no use, it’s too deep. He falls to the ground and then to his side.
A shot goes off, ringing through the night, and I jerk around, fear filling me, but Jago has the gun and it’s pointed right at the head of the man he was fighting for it. He turns it quickly and shoots the screaming man, still rolling, and then gets to his feet and glares at me. “Your ass? That was your plan? Help me, I hurt my ass?”
“Worked, didn’t it?” I grin, sauntering up to him. “Shiny, can I have it?” I nod at the gun and his eyes narrow further, dangerously, not that I care.
“Brawler,” he warns.
“Ah, come on, you can’t be too mad, it got us through, didn’t it? Let’s keep going.” I lean on my tiptoes, drop a kiss on his mouth, and while he is still shocked, I slip the gun from his grip, place it at the base of my spine, and turn away, but then he grabs me, his hand on my arm, and when I look back, his face is hard, eyes alight. He pulls me to him, yanking me across the distance, and covers my mouth with his.
I groan, our tongues tangling as his hands grip my ass. As soon as it started, it’s over, and I’m the one left gobsmacked.
“Wait here, I’ll get the bike. See if they had anything useful, won’t you?” he rumbles, before striding away, the night swallowing him up.
What a man. One day, I’m going to wife him the fuck up…as long as Archel and him don’t kill each other first…women can have two husbands, right? One for when the other is being annoying? That’s what I’m going with anyway, not like the laws of old matter much anyway now.
I do as I am told for once, and ignoring the bodies, I head to their saddlebags on an old cement block, their belongings strewn wherever they last used them. I find some stray bullets for the gun and add them to my pockets. I also find some water bottles and some bits of meat, but I leave them, knowing we have our own supplies. They don’t have much else until I dig through the last bag and find an old porno magazine. Grinning, I grab one of their spare shirts and wrap it up just as I hear Jago and the bike pull up.
“Got anything?” he asks, as he hops off and heads my way.
“Not much, but I did get you a present.” I thrust the badly wrapped magazine at him and he frowns as he takes it. “Now, it’s not princesses, but…” I trail off as he opens it and stares down at the tits on the front page in shock.
His eyes slowly come up to meet mine. “You are giving me a stolen porno?”
“I know, you are so lucky.” I sigh and pat his chest as I wander towards the bike. “You can ride bitch now.”
“Wait, what?” I hear him sputter behind me.
Six
Divine Self
/> I can hear him grumbling to himself as he wraps his arms around my waist. Laughing, I gun it, and he grips on tighter as we leave the bodies and ferals behind, and head back into the Wastes. We will need somewhere to stop soon, as I am having a hard time seeing, but we don’t want to be anywhere near those damn pets.
We travel for another half hour, but I have to slow down since it’s getting really hard to see, and when I can’t anymore, I pull over. Luckily, we found an old building not too far back, so I circle around and we hide the bike behind the structure and move around the front. Only then does our location click—it’s a fucking church.
The cross from the top is gone, the stained glass windows are broken, and the old brick is still standing somehow, the double doors shut. It’s a bit small, but it’s still a fucking church.
Jago opens the door and I stop him with a hand, staring at him in horror. “What if I burst into flames when I step inside?” I whisper, and he chuckles.
“Really?”
I nod. “Really, God ain’t no joke. He used to smite motherfuckers. Let’s face it, if one of us is going up in flames, it’s going to be me, I have bad luck like that.”
He peers down at me, obviously lost for words, then suddenly I am over his shoulder as he steps across the threshold and then puts me down, grinning at me. “See? No flames.”
I nod solemnly. “Yet, maybe he’s waiting, being sneaky-like, you don’t know.”
He shakes his head and strolls down the middle of the pews, some of which are tossed to the side and broken, others barely standing. This place looks like it has been ransacked and forgotten a long time ago, so I’m not surprised we don’t find anyone. It’s one giant room with an altar at the front, the cross, silver, and gold gone. We did find some candles in a small side room, which has a sofa and a chair, so we board up the front door to keep anyone out and give us some warning then head there.
Jago lights the wicks and places the tapers around the room, the firelight dancing off the old stone. If anything, it seems colder in here than outside. There is an old fireplace in the corner, but we ignore it and I pat down the sofa, brushing away as much dust and sand as I can before dropping my bag on it and throwing myself down on the cushions.
I watch as he inspects the room, ensuring everything is secure before he looks over at me. “We are sharing that, don’t get comfortable,” he teases.
“Ugh, is it not enough I give you my fun bags and sausage wallet? You really need to share my sofa too?” I groan dramatically, and he stumbles with a snort.
“Sausage wallet?” he repeats, his eyes wide with suppressed laughter.
“Lady garden?” I suggest, and when he stays silent, I carry on, “Muff? Meat sleeve? Snatch? Penis fly trap?”
He strides over and covers my mouth with his hand. “God, please stop.”
My eyes widen and I bite his hand, making him remove it. “Shhh, he can hear you.” I raise my voice. “Sorry! He didn’t mean it, carry on with your divine self.”
“Just when I think you can’t get weirder,” he mutters, but leans down and kisses me. “You hungry, Brawler?”
“Starving, are we talking hungry for you or actual food, because I could go for either.”
He laughs and grabs his bag, passing me some meat we stored and water. He sits on the floor as we share, and once we are finished eating, a yawn splits my face. I grab my bag and drop it on the floor before stretching out on the sofa and patting the spot next to me.
“One second,” he murmurs, then he places the chair under the door, another warning, before heading my way. “We need an early start, so let’s get a few hours of sleep.”
The reminder of where we will be tomorrow dampens my spirits and he obviously sees it, because he climbs on next to me and pulls me into his arms. “Whatever we find, we find it together.”
“I know.” I sigh, burying my face into his chest. I don’t know if I’m hoping Evan is there or not, or what I will say to him if I see him at all.
“You did amazing today,” he admits begrudgingly, and I lift my head with a triumphant smile. “You can keep the gun.”
“What gun?” I ask with wide eyes, and he grins down at me, his eyes alight.
“You are not sneaky at all,” he mumbles, and lowers his head, kissing me gently. “It’s a good job you’re funny.”
“I knew it!” I cry out, and laugh as he groans. “I shall remind you of that every time you forget.”
“Looking forward to it,” he murmurs, stroking my side, his rough fingers catching on my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Time seems to stand still as we both look at each other, and then suddenly it’s restarted, my mouth smashing to his. He groans, grabs my thigh, and yanks it over his legs, holding me tightly to him as he dominates my mouth, leaving me at his mercy. Rolling, he lands on his back with me on top, our mouths still locked, our teeth clashing from the force as his hands drop to my ass and pull me closer, right over the hard bulge in his jeans.
I have to turn my head away to breathe, sucking in air as he strokes up my back, pulling my shirt with him. Sitting up, he helps me pull the top off and then he tosses it onto our bags. My bra goes next, his mouth closing around my nipple straightaway as I shiver from the cool air hitting my skin.
Moaning, I grip his head, running my fingers through his long hair as he licks and sucks my hard nipple before moving to the other, giving it the same treatment. My head falls back as I rock over his hardness, my pussy pulsing, urgent need racing through me.
“Jago,” I whisper, and my nipple pops from his mouth as he grins up at me.
“Thought you were worried about being set on fire?” he teases, his hands spanning my waist and stroking just below my belly button.
“Fuck it, he can set me on fire as long as I get to come first,” I declare, pulling at his shirt. He grabs the back of it and tugs it over his head, tossing it aside as I run my hands down his washboard abs to his jeans.
He watches me with fiery eyes as I flick open the button and jerk down the zipper, the sound loud in the high-ceilinged room. He isn’t wearing any underwear, so I promptly meet skin, licking my lips as I grab his hard length and pull it free, stroking as I go. He falls back, groaning as he thrusts into my hand.
Letting go, I stand up quickly and yank off my pants and panties, sand falling out of them as I step free of the fabric. When I’m naked, I stare down at him, his hand around his cock as he watches me, his mouth parted and chest heaving. He makes me feel so powerful, so fucking beautiful. His eyes are begging for me, his body waiting for whatever I’ll do to him. All that power he has, all that strength, yet I can bring him to his knees, erm, back…it’s addictive.
Stroking my hands up my belly to cup my breasts, I watch him as I touch myself until he narrows his eyes, darts his hands out, and grabs me, yanking me down to him. I laugh at his urgency, the sound soon turning into a groan as his clever fingers brush my pussy.
“You want to tease me?” he growls, dipping a finger inside me before rubbing my clit and flicking it, again and again, until I am moaning and dripping, needing more.
“Jago,” I groan, my hands catching on his chest as I try to ride his finger, but he pulls it free, leaving me whimpering. “Dude, either fuck me or let me fuck myself.”
“So impatient,” he mutters, and then thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching me as my eyes close in bliss.
“Yess,” I hiss, lifting myself as he holds still, riding them, but it’s still not enough. I don’t want teasing and fingers, I want his cock, so I pull free and grasp his hard length, squeezing him and lining him up, bumping my clit with the swollen head, making us both moan.
“Yes, Brawler,” he tells me, grabbing my hips and lifting me as I slowly start to sink down onto his cock. Only when our skin meets do I stop, my heart thundering as I stare down into his blazing eyes, which are almost too bright, like the fire from the candles.
Then we start to move together, in sync, as he helps raise
and drop me while he thrusts up, his cock stretching me, the angle making me pant and moan wantonly, the sound off flesh hitting flesh loud in the church.
Looking down at this man, I nearly come from the sight alone. His muscles bulge as he holds me effortlessly, his pecs rippling, abs rolling as he fucks me. Sweat dripping down his torso, his long hair spread around him, his fire eyes bright, his lips so plump and parted for me.
He’s beautiful. His hands bring me pleasure as easily as they bring pain and death.
He flips us and I gasp as I fall to my side, his cock still inside me. He grabs my leg and throws it over his as he pulls me closer, his lips fumbling until he finds mine.
Kissing as he holds me close, both of us on our sides as he drives into me again and again, I come with a scream. He swallows the sound of my pleasure, and when I bite down on his lower lip, he grunts, stilling as he finds his own release.
“Well, God certainly got a show.” I laugh.
He groans and kisses me again. “He did.”
I cuddle into his chest, not bothering to get dressed since I don’t want sweaty clothes stuck to me, and I am warm enough with Jago’s arms wrapped around my body.
“Night, big guy,” I whisper, kissing the skin right over his heart.
“Night, my love,” he whispers, kissing my head as I fall asleep in his arms.
“Brawler,” comes a call.
I turn my face away, and I hear someone laugh as kisses are dotted on my head. “Come on, beautiful, we need to get going.”
“Nooo, five more minutes,” I whine, not even opening my eyes until I am flipped onto my back. I blink them open to see a grinning Jago staring down at me. “You are way too happy for an early morning. What are you, a demon? It’s ‘cause you got the sausage wallet, isn’t it?” I groan, throwing my arm over my eyes and trying to go back to sleep.
“Either you get up or I am going to start tickling you,” he warns.
