by Marcus Sloss
Humans were generally asshole savaged and for some reason I was being friendly. They asked for a truce on the second day so we could make the most of the situation and both go looting. They would scour east away from our defenses while we continued to pillage Boulder. I agreed hesitantly while having our drone operators watch the situation very closely.
That was how I ended up making steel fortification for the past week. When we ran out of steel from our loot pile quickly AC1 started loading up every bit of metal it could from Boulder. Their work ethic was impressive with looting teams dropping off their finds for our reprocessing plant we purchased off Koor. And that led to me doing busywork to pass the time.
I missed Perci and Nancy something fierce. They were managing our new base with all its people and immigrants while we played defense. Every night we would video call each other and I promised to be home soon. Not only did I miss them I was very interested to get to see this base I had heard raving about. My desire to go was always overridden by the fact we had issues here. I was a soldier first for now. A king second. Maybe when I defeated Jarod and this base was fortified I would relax. I certainly looked forward to finding a hobby; like fucking my hot wives in different awesome bodies! My smirk faded when I saw the midday sun at its crest.
Any moment that portal should go blank. I received a call from Hessissin telling me she understood the same thing.
“King Eric,” Hessissin said.
“Supreme Military Commander of the Loxian Collective,” I said using her proper title. “How can I help you?”
“We’re leaving in a few hours. Normally I would try to cheat you. You will find we did not. Please allow our soldiers to come home, I have been challenged on my choice to trust you. Yet, you kept the peace. We looted more than we gave and we both won from this. Sorry, you are down to five survivors,” Hessissin said with a sad tone.
“We will find out what happened here soon. Your soldiers will return safely without our interference,” I said and meant it. An alert hit my translator. “What is this?”
“Our sales booth for you to spend your newfound fortune on. Our collective happens to sell manufacturing parts you may be interested in. The least I can do is ask you to visit. We may not share the same religious beliefs but we do understand the value of life, may we meet as friends next time, King Eric.”
“For the community,” I replied.
There was a brief silence and then. “For the community indeed.”
That was probably the last time I would ever talk to a member of the Loxian Collective. A section of their forces spun for the Xgate and hastily retreated home. This season was coming to an end in a few hours. I had abandoned Aspen. I lost hundreds of citizens and soldiers and I had converted the home I held dear into a true mountain base. Times, they were a-changing.
Willow arrived running a smooth hand down my acrium back. She went to the bottom of my seam to work up to my downward weld. We finished joining the metal fairly quickly as a team. Willow, Everly and I had been working nonstop, only infrequently retreating for an eyebrow raising joy.
“How about a walk before the briefing,” Willow said with a friendly smile and sway of her hips. The acrium covers were impossible to have sex through but if you didn’t wear clothes on top they sure did show all the right curves in all the right places. The fact I had not had sex in a week was getting to me. I could feel my swollen balls telling me to unleash my beast.
“Any new developments?” I asked, containing my lust. Willow walked us to an underway holding my hand to soothe my desires.
“Nope, Mitchell gave his hourly update on the dot with no new changes. After you, my king.”
I gestured to the phone booth device that awaited us. “My queen you are the darling that brings a twinkle to my eye, ladies first.”
Willow let the smile win over her stern face. She blew a kiss before the device plunged her into the earth. A new container arrived a few seconds later that I quickly stepped into. When the door sealed I dove down and into the new base.
This was where our zinc excavations had been converted into military and mining operation housing as well as planning.
My container ejected me into a bright cavern with the old dining pavilion smack dab in the middle of it. A fake tiny sun shone overhead illuminated the space as if we were outside. The brightness was set perfectly to avoid the need for sheltering my eyes.
In less than a minute Sammie found us. My little shadow had refused to leave my side even when Perci mentioned she should help establish order. Apparently Dorthy was running the mounamine with Nancy at the moment.
“Where we off to, Master?” Sammie asked.
Willow scratched her ear and motioned for the armory. We stepped away from the main cavern for a secondary room with large thick gates. A small door was open off to the side that we walked for.
“Our acrium need a rest so best if we remove these ones to their home while we watch for go time,” Willow said.
Everly bolted from out of the shadows to join us, “Did somebody say go time!?”
I chuckled and Sammie rolled her eyes.
“Acrium swap, maybe a little personal time, and then acrium again. After the fun the briefing should be nearly ready,” I said with a shrug. The fact she pounced on us did not surprise me. “Are we ready for the big event?”
“If by big event you mean you stop teasing me and put some babies in my belly. Than yes! My jaw is all swore from foreplay with your insatiable mistresses,” Sammie said and we chuckled. “About time those damn invaders reduce their forces allowing us a chance to relax.”
“I know, there are still plenty of defenses set, but they are peeling off with hours to go before the blue crashes offline,” I said as we walked into the acrium vats to remove our cover.
There were robes waiting for us after our dips into the acrium pools. I used the slow walk back to my private suite in Mansion Mineshaft to gaze at the upgrades.
A small city had been built. Torn down generators were converted into lighting that was darn close to the sun’s kelvin and feel. Here the tunnels were narrow and short. Still it gave a vibe of warmth instead of a damp cavern feeling.
We strolled past numerous large cutouts. Steel doors were laid open to show an interior segregated into rooms. Every miners and soldiers had an individual space by this point. We passed at least thirty of these cut outs on our way to the commander’s section.
A final dome rested at the end of the hall, the deepest rooms the blossoming fortification held. Twenty foot tall steel doors were splayed open for us to walk by. Directly inside the room was an underway to a deeper second cavern. I knew from testing that underway would deposit travelers into a cavern that led to a further cavern. If those doors held long enough the entire base could evacuation a few jumps away and be semi-safe.
We bypassed the desolate room for one of two side rooms. The left room was a meeting office I would hold, well, meetings in. The right room was the commander’s suite. A barren room with sparse furniture and a king sized bed.
Willow opened our door for us and I shifted my robe off. That little mounamine of mine was rearing for a fucking. She bolted out of her robe and ran for the bed. The door shut with a clang while I watched a fluffy little tail bounce above two curvy butt cheeks.
A hand stopped me from racing to dominate my little Sammie.
Willow and Everly kneeled before me. My cock bounced eagerly for attention. Everly went to suck my shaved balls while Willow kissed the tip of my dick. She kissed, then kissed some more, before swallowing my shaft. I knew what she wanted so I pushed her head down.
When her throat was stuffed I yanked her hair back. A trail of saliva went from my tip to her lips as she gasped for air.
I left her huffing. She would be in good hands. My crixxi was already running for her strap on. Walking away I knew the two of them would have their fun.
Sammie was twirling her little pearl eager for me to mount her. My throbbing boner pulsed seeking
her little warm slit. I knew I was too big, she always was a tiny little mounamine at barely five feet tall. Instead of breaking her the first time I laid on my back.
“No master, I want the pain to turn to pleasure. Convert me into your sex toy,” she said defiantly.
My movement was fluid and rapid. I lunged for her and she shrieked. The duos on the rug laughed at her reaction as I caught her. She was flipped face down, ass up. I cracked her butt cheek with an echoing smack.
Sammie whimpered pathetically with her little tail bounding in anticipation.
I spit on my finger to lube her tiny slit. My cock was driven fiercely into her pussy and she screamed into the covers.
“Tap the back of your head if you need me to stop,” I said giving her the only warning.
My hips crashed into her ass with a resounding smack. I fucked her without holding back.
The screams turned into euphoric moans as the virum adjust for me. Sammie pushed back onto my cock and arched her back. She guided my hand to one of her swollen breasts while twisting to stare into my eyes. A few quick squeezes and I went animalistic in my thrusts pulling her ass to slam into my hips.
She squealed when I yanked her tail and tapped her head. Aw, but I resisted doing it again.
The brief pause was rocked back into a rapid tempo of thrust and push back. The ass smacking forced Sammie back down as I felt her squirting on to my cock with her first orgasm. Her juicy cum dripped freely down my balls.
The climatic crescendo she screamed was matched by Willow as Everly fucked her from the floor. When they swapped who was alpha I rotated Sammie.
There was an end table I laid her back on causing her plump breasts to jiggle.
With her legs high in the air I thumped into my little Sammie’s tight pussy. The sex was rough as I followed the end table around the room from my thrusts. When she came the second time I burst into her with a shudder. I squeezed her tits until I thought they might pop during my finish. My cock slurped out of her tiny slit with gouts of jizz dripping down her pussy until it trailed down her butt.
“Master that was amazing. So much cum. Like so much!” Sammie said with a hand holding her lips closed.
Behind us Everly cried out from Willow’s hip movements. When she finished, all that could be heard was panting and the sound of the air conditioner applying a fresh breeze over my sweaty body.
Everly propped herself up on her elbow and said, “Seven days of no ejaculation will led to that. Now hurry we need to shower, get in acrium, and attend our briefing.”
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Inside the pavilion there were friendly faces laughing and chatting while eating food. I saw only military personnel here for this occasion. When I arrived the side chatter died down, postures went straight, and bites of food were swallowed.
“Attention!” Torrez barked and everyone stood.
“At ease!” I bellowed back letting our echoing commands compete until they faded.
Willow patted a park bench seat beside herself that I flopped into. I sat backwards letting my elbows rest on the tabletop and crossing my ankles as my legs were extended. Harvard had cleared a big board against the end of the pavilion that we all watched.
“Over the last eight days, we have observed the target.”
Harvard started the meeting like many military briefings I had attended before. A slide show presentation with images, a legend for understanding the images, and a boring serious tone that would lull an energetic two year old into a comma.
“This building is HVT (High Value Target) Jarod’s base of operations. These surrounding structures are where his army resides.”
A showcasing of a few big warehouses was shown with minotaur soldiers on patrol. They wore standard battle gear, with proper generators for shielding, and medium rifles. The video gave us detailed information based on infrared sensors as to numbers and repeated patterns. When the video entered a loop Everly stepped up and opened a new box to populate the screen. A video of Jarod rolled for all of us to see.
“I don’t fucking care that the aircraft can’t fly. We need to march and sack the Teton Fortress. The gods demand it!” Jarod screamed with rage. His muscles bulging from his agitation. The man was in cutoff jeans at the knees and no shirt. There was little sanity left inside his eyes. “Jane, explain to these imbeciles how I am right. We cannot buy a bigger army without those supplies that are ours for the taking.”
A siren behind Jarod flung her arms in an exaggerated sigh. She went to Jarod’s ear and licked his ear lobe. Then she whispered a sweet melody into his ears that was barely detectable. Jarod’s eyes washed over and he grumbled fighting the hypnotic song. Eventually, he laid down and went into a restless sleep of sorts with his eyes flickering open and closed.
The video was paused.
Harvard continued. “You will all be given a special set of earplugs prior to engaging this foe. This will not happen to us. Thank whomever you choose to be grateful to that Mitchell and his scout team brought us this footage. Pay attention now.”
The siren flapped her flippered feet around the fallen Jarod. The man mumbled from the floor unable to rise. His state grew agitated as he fought the mind warp.
“Soothe him, ladies,” Jane ordered to someone out of the screen. Two women obviously on virum snuggled into Jarod. Their naked bodies calmed his agitation. “We are almost to the golden portals and then we will have our new home firmly established.”
“We should have let him suicide into the enemy already,” another siren said from Jane’s side. She was wearing a prestigious uniform with extra decorations.
The video paused. “Her name is not mentioned here, but this is General Hera. She is the leader of the military and the only female not play-acting for Jarod. She is our biggest threat and we recommend eliminating her first,” Harvard said and Eddy raised a hand.
“These HVTs. If they hold such a high value why not have Mitchell remove them,” Eddy asked and I stood.
This was all old news to me. I had been studying everything Mitchell had been sending back while I worked with the metal. My trip to the board brought up a dozen targets we labeled HVTs.
“Good question, this is the command and control of Jarod’s forces. They work with Jarod as the figurehead, the sirens are the brains, and the minotaurs are the brutes. Resume video,” I said.
The display shifted back to the scene in the warehouse. A minotaur grumbled and asked, “Can I just kill him? I will die for the sin but be rewarded in the heavens.”
“Silence you fool. Our airship was broken by those swatting humans with their pathetic weapons. We will go into the Xgate, purchase a vast army, hordes of machinery, and a dozen new airships. There are six Xgates to use to facilitate all our purchases and the loot here was magnificent. This idiot thinks we need more, and the blame for that lies with me. I have sung him into thirsting for conquest. After we will let our fearless leader die, then you will all be under my contract,” Jane said without the menacing evil laughter the gathered group expected from a dastardly villain. “Patience is required. We will upgrade our forces and then smash the humans when they least expect it. During the golden trading time. The fools will never see it coming. This version of humanity is so weak and wanting.”
I smiled, giving Harvard a thumbs up. The video shifted to the ocean outside San Francisco and five Xgates roamed not far off the shore. Barges filled with loot were waiting to leave the shore for the Xgates. Boats, sirens, and minotaurs defended these more than the headquarters. The manufacturing district was just inside the image.
“Alright, you pirates. Listen closely,” I said and my fierce warriors sounded off with a pirate argh. “This is how the battle of San Francisco will go.”
An hour later the briefing concluded. An alert hit my Gpad telling me good news. I sent a message to everyone in the community.
“The blue will faded for a third season in two hours. Mitchell has everything in place and we’re a go. Today we continue to improve our h
omes with non-combatants going shopping. Technology is being upgraded, our safety secured, and our homeland expanding. Never again will we have to choose between victory and our citizens. I am proud of each and every one of you. It is my greatest honor to tell you that the Bastion Community swells me with pride. Today, as we rotate into season four I want you to think about those going into harm’s way. We fight for you, we die for you, and today we go to war to protect the innocent. For the crew. For the community!”
Epilogue
Seetheus strobed his orb in agitation. That insignificant Ovinious stirred the divines into a frenzy. For the first time Seetheus saw an enemy in the pathetic market guardian. The minor nobles had pestered him to no ends about the containment overlaps since he spoke out. The worst part about the situation was Seetheus knew Ovinious was right.
The arrogance of Ovinious to shift into a fish in front of the assembly was appalling. Seetheus’ orb still wanted violence, a feeling he should never experience was washing over him. A soothing hum vibrated through his core. A door hissed open with two orbs gliding in.
“The pestering minions refused to quit questioning us. As if we hold some hidden knowledge they do not possess. Pathetic. Sorry for our postponed arrival,” Kovrinous said, arriving my Marqunious.
A joyful wave radiated through Seetheus. “Finally divines I can rely on. Seal the room, ensure our privacy,” Seetheus demanded.
His two faithful advisors enclosed the room and established a silencer device.
“So, why the hidden meeting so soon? Is there a new development?” Kovrinous asked.
Marqunious thrummed in laughter and then said, “You mean besides the fact that Ovinious was right? We need to deal with him. If only the contract was not so tight.”
“We knew the compounding problems would be exposed eventually. Battle lines were drawn long ago in the forever anti-war. Our side drew members for eons as our ways were maintained and our divine kind prospered. Now we cannot and these failures are not helping our cause. I called you here because the Owlvini Alliance has vanished,” Seetheus said with dire concern.
