Wasteland: The Breeder

by Eden Bradley

  Soon he tensed, his hips thrusting hard, bruising her. She didn’t care. All she needed was to see his face, twisted in beautiful agony as he came. To hear her name on his lips as he called out, “Nitara!”

  He collapsed onto her, and she went limp in Dhatri’s lap.

  They were both kissing her: Akaash’s lips on her face, her neck, Dhatri lifting her hands to lay soft kisses on her palms. She was tingling all over, sated.

  “I never knew…lovers could be like this. All of us together.”

  “Mmm, yes…” Akaash sighed into her neck.

  “You’ve taken a third lover before...”

  “Many times,” Dhatri answered. “Most often a man. Never with a woman like you.”

  Nitara smiled, feeling the gentle power in being female, all the more so with these two warriors. Her warriors.

  She felt that way. But what would it be like when they were back among their own people? Would Dhatri—or even Akaash—abandon her?

  She felt fairly certain of Akaash, felt his emotions were more than gratitude for her taking part in his escape. But Dhatri she had just met. As wonderful as the sex was, would he feel any attachment to her in the long run? She already felt a connection with him, a sense of safety. But she had no Goddess to pray to, to ask for some illumination of the future. Her entire world was unsafe, uncertain, with only Akaash, and perhaps Dhatri, to anchor her to the earth.

  She shivered, and Dhatri’s arms tightened around her. “Are you cold, little beauty?”

  “No. I’m fine. Wonderful.”

  And when Akaash kissed her she was wonderful, sinking into the soft sensation of his lips on hers.

  She would have to accept her fate, whatever it might be. She herself had been instrumental in setting the wheels in motion. She would have to follow this journey through to the end, no matter how it might turn out. And with that realization came the understanding of her own strength, a strength she’d never recognized before. Had never had any reason to.

  That was her last thought as she fell asleep in Akaash’s arms.

  They had been traveling for more than three weeks, walking each morning, resting in the heat of the day, walking again into the evening. They made camp wherever they could, the men always finding the most protected spot. The desert was a wonder to Nitara: sand and rock, cactus and sagebrush. The vast yellow sky was a constant mystery to her.

  Twice they had stayed at the same camp for several days, the men taking turns hunting, bringing back small game. They took her into the caves, showed her how to find mushrooms and edible mosses, how to prepare the meat, to make a fire, to cook.

  Each night they laid together, a tangle of arms and legs, warm hands and wet mouths. Each day they grew closer, and she was becoming as attached to Dhatri as she was to Akaash.

  They were only another day’s walk from the caves where the Mutairi lived. Nitara was growing more nervous about meeting their people, wondering if she would be accepted, how she would learn to live among them. She was intimidated by what they’d told her of their women, how they were warriors, hunters, just as the men were. Nitara was afraid their people would see her as being of no use. And that eventually, Akaash and Dhatri might, as well.

  They stopped at a small clearing near the top of a hill, a flat area with a clear view of the Wasteland valley below, and a small curving overhang in the rock that would shield them from the sun and the wind.

  Night fell, and Akaash built a fire. The stars came out, dazzling pinpoints of light against a black sky, the moon hanging like a disc of silver. Nitara laid across Akaash’s lap, watching the moon rise while the men talked of people and places she didn’t know. The moon watched over them, a silver eye in the night sky, and Nitara wished she could see her loving Goddess there. She raised her hand up, letting the moonlight turn it into a dark silhouette, wanting…something. Some sense of connection. That sense of knowing where she belonged she’d had her entire life, and that was now gone in the span of a few weeks.

  “Nitara, what is it?” Akaash’s voice was a warm breath in her hair.

  “I’m coming to accept my place in the world. Or, my lack of place.”

  “You have a place. With us.”

  She turned to look at him, touched his cheek, rough now with his dark beard. “Will I, Akaash? How will I change things for you?”

  “For the better.” He caught her hand, brushed a kiss across her knuckles.

  She turned to Dhatri. “And for you?”

  “We get along well enough, don’t you think?” He was smiling at her. He always seemed to be smiling.

  “But do you feel…as if Akaash being with me takes him away from you?”

  ”Why should I? He’s still here. I don’t see it as anything being taken away. With you, we are multiplied. Love is multiplied. There are no limits to it.” He laid a hand on her stomach. “And if we’re lucky, maybe we truly will be multiplied.”

  She smiled then. “You’ve just given back to me my place in the world, Dhatri.”

  “It’s true,” Akaash said. “You can bring children to the earth no matter where you are. And if you can bear children, you’ll be valued by the Mutairi above anything else. You’ll be a gift to our clan. And maybe the only reason why I’ll be welcomed back, after the dishonor of allowing myself to be captured.”

  “Then you must try again to impregnate me,” she said with a grin. “As often as possible. And if you both try, it will be all the more likely.”

  Dhatri made a grab for her, pulling her out of Akaash’s lap and into his own. “We can try right now.”

  She went willingly into his embrace.

  Dhatri pressed his lips to hers, and she laughed as Akaash pulled her away, setting her on the ground before tackling his lover with a growl. She watched as the two men wrestled, muscles flexing, one on top, then the other as they rolled on the ground.

  In moments there was more to it than humor. Dhatri grasped Akaash’s face and kissed him hard. Akaash yanked the fastenings of Dhatri’s leather pants open, yanked them down over his long legs. When she saw Dhatri’s erect cock, her sex began a low pulse beat of desire. Dhatri turned Akaash over onto his back, straddling him and pulling his loincloth off. Akaash was as hard as his lover, and as Dhatri knelt over him, his hips arching, their rigid shafts came together, the swollen heads rubbing against each other.

  They were wrestling, taking turns pinning each other down, thrusting their cocks at one another, their hipbones crashing, their hands rough. Akaash was on top, and he leaned down and bared his teeth, then sank them into Dhatri’s throat. Dhatri groaned in pain and pleasure.

  Akaash called to Nitara, “Come to me.”

  She crawled over to him, and he held one hand to her lips, holding Dhatri down with the weight of his body. “Take my fingers into your mouth, make them wet.”

  She sucked on his fingers, swirled her tongue over the tips. Then he withdrew.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Dhatri,” Akaash said, eyes gleaming, cock rigid.

  “Ah, yes…”

  Akaash drew Dhatri’s legs over his thighs, kneeling up, and his hand slipped down between Dhatri’s muscular buttocks, and in between them. Another rush of desire poured through Nitara’s body. She watched Dhatri’s face as Akaash pushed one fingertip into his anus, then another. They were both hard as stone.

  Akaash pulled his hand away, guided his cock between Dhatri’s buttocks, and with one quick thrust he was in, his lover groaning beneath him. Dhatri’s fingers dug into Akaash’s thighs, and Akaash’s hands held Dhatri’s narrow hips, raising him up, giving him access.

  Nitara had seen the two of them together, kissing, using hands and mouths on each other, but she had never seen this. Her legs were weak, she was shaking with desire, her breasts, her sex, aching, needy.

  “Nitara…” Dhatri gasped.

  She went to him and knelt over him, kissed him. His mouth was hungry, demanding. His tongue was soft and hot as it slipped between her lips. She was going soft a
ll over, desire making her limbs heavy. She could feel the resonating thrusting motion of Akaash’s hips as he ground into Dhatri’s ass, and knowing he was fucking this strong warrior was impossibly erotic to her.

  “Nitara,” Akaash said, his voice a harsh panting breath. “Let him taste you. Let me watch.”

  She pulled her mouth away.

  “Ah, yes…” Dhatri murmured as she stripped off her tunic, turned, and got on her hands and knees.

  She knelt over Dhatri’s face, and he pulled her down, his big hands on her hips, until her soaking sex was poised over his mouth. She felt the warmth of his breath, then his tongue, a lance of pure heat sliding over her cleft.

  “Make her come,” Akaash demanded, driving into Dhatri.

  Dhatri’s tongue pushed into her, pumping like a small, wet cock. She was shivering with pleasure, each thrust of his tongue pushing deeper into her body. Soon she was panting, barely able to breathe. When she felt Akaash’s wet fingers pressing against her tight anus, she thought she would come.

  “Wait,” Akaash told her, as he so often did. He loved to make her hold her climax back, to let it build and build, so that when she came it was like a wall of sensation coming down on her.

  She could feel the rhythm of his hips as he fucked Dhatri, Dhatri’s hand stroking his own cock and Dhatri’s tongue pushing into her soaking wet sex, in and out, then pausing to lick at her clitoris. She waited, forcing her body to relax, and Akaash pushed the tip of one finger into her ass.

  Sensation layered on sensation, until she couldn’t separate what she was feeling—Dhatri’s tongue in her sex, Akaash’s finger in her ass, moving deeper, deeper. She no longer knew where one of them began and the other ended. She was nothing but sensation, pure pleasure that spiraled into the night like a cloud.

  She closed her eyes and began to move, her hips gently undulating in time with Dhatri’s probing tongue, Akaash’s gentle fingers, and his thrusting cock in Dhatri’s body.

  Akaash was the first to tense, to cry out. He thrust hard, harder, and Dhatri’s hands gripped Nitara’s thighs, hanging onto her as Akaash pumped into him. And before Akaash’s groans had faded, Nitara came, pleasure surging, hot and sharp.

  “Dhatri… Akaash…”

  Then Akaash was lifting her, Dhatri helping with his strong hands, and together they lowered her onto Dhatri’s pulsing cock.

  “Oh…”

  Pleasure crested once more, and she was coming almost as soon as he pumped up into her. Akaash knelt behind her, one arm around her waist, one hand teasing her hard and aching nipples, his mouth hot and wet on the back of her neck. And again she was assaulted by sensation, her climaxes coming one after another.

  Dhatri thrust, impaling her over and over, his cock a solid shaft of flesh. There was no end to her orgasm, her sex clenching, her body writhing. Soon Dhatri was coming, his hips pistoning. They were a tumble of hard hands and panting breath, falling together onto the ground.

  They lay in the lovely, breathless aftermath of sex, and all seemed well with Nitara’s world. With her head pillowed on Dhatri’s muscular chest, and Akaash’s arm around her waist, holding her close, she slept.

  It was twilight on their final day of travel, the lowering sun turning the sky a hazy orange. They crested the last hill, looking out over the valley where the Mutairi lived. The clan camped near the mouth of the cave at the bottom of the hillside. Their scouts would have seen them by now. They would know Dhatri and Akaash were their own, and that they brought another with them. But they would also respect them, allow them to make their own way home.

  Akaash was relieved, glad to be alive, to be coming home to his people. And hoping to rid himself of the shame that washed over him anew at having to face them.

  He had been taken in his sleep, when he should have been alert. He had grown too complacent, and had almost paid with his life. It seemed that Dhatri did not judge him. But he would judge himself, and find himself wanting.

  He had failed the Mighty El, had been brought down as though he were the hunted and not the hunter. He had failed himself as a warrior, failed his people. Dhatri’s love for him, and Nitara’s, was his only redemption.

  He looked at Nitara, standing by his side. She turned to him, her green gaze on his.

  “Akaash,” she said, reaching for his hand, then Dhatri’s. “I have something to tell you both. I think…I am with child.”

  “You’re pregnant?” Dhatri’s smile was beautiful, radiant.

  “I am fairly certain.”

  Akaash picked her up, held her tightly in his arms.

  “Akaash,” Dhatri scolded. “Put her down. You’ll risk our child.”

  “Our child,” Akaash repeated.

  His or Dhatri’s, it didn’t matter. It would be theirs.

  Perhaps that was what the God and Goddess had planned for him. That he would risk his life, the risk itself an offering to them, so that he might bring this woman back to his people, so they would flourish on the earth.

  “You are my love, Nitara,” Akaash told her.

  “Our love,” Dhatri said, his face close to theirs. “As you are mine, Akaash.”

  They would spend this final night together on the hill, Akaash decided, before sharing with the clan. The three of them, together.

  Nitara held onto their hands, absorbing their warmth, their strength, the sense of solidity she felt between them, and that they gave to her, as well.

  “My life is about to change,” she murmured, her gaze on the darkening valley below. Fires burned, and she could see the silhouettes of the people of the Mutairi moving about.

  “It has changed already, Nitara,” Akaash said, his fingers tightening on hers. “We have taken you across the Wasteland, away from the temple.”

  “Yes, and safely. I’m grateful.”

  “Your life changed the moment you decided to help me escape. You went against everything you knew for me, even your goddess. I’m the one who’s grateful.”

  “As am I,” Dhatri said, “for bringing Akaash back from certain death. To me. To our people.”

  “I’m a little afraid,” Nitara said. “Even if I bring a child to your clan, will I ever be one of them?”

  “You’re a part of us,” Akaash told her, and she felt the truth of it in her heart, in her very bones. “We’ll care for you. Teach you whatever you need to know. The clans are unlike the Temple. We’re cast-offs, rebels, Wanderers on the earth.”

  “I suppose I’m a Wanderer now. I have no other home, but with you two.”

  Dhatri enfolded her small hand in his, took Akaash’s with the other. “You’re home now, Nitara. We all are.”

  Her warriors smiled at her and she felt her heart swell. With pride in her lovers. With love for them both. With the hope they gave her.

  Tomorrow would begin a new day. A new day to survive the heat of the arid desert, the challenges they each faced to live on what was left of the earth. The love Akaash had told her about, that he and Dhatri now gave her, eased her fears.

  The sun went down over the ravaged Wasteland, the clear black sky lighting up with stars, the moon casting silver over the earth. She laid her hand over her belly, feeling the life budding there. Hope for the Mutairi, and for her. Love meant they would build a new life together, the three of them. As one. Together, they would build a future for the Wasteland.

  About the Author

  The author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. One erotic novel was recently profiled in Cosmopolitan.

  Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls and conducts workshops on writing sex. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website: www.edenbradley.com

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  The Seeking Kiss

  © 2009 Eden Bradley

  Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.

  Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.

  Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.

  It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?

  Enjoy the following excerpt for The Seeking Kiss:

  Her mind was emptying out. Too much sensation going on to think. Too much of her most treasured fantasies come to life. Was this really happening?

  But the tall one pulled out, stepped away from his partner, reached out and took her hand. His skin was hard and cool on the surface, with a strange sort of warmth lurking beneath. He drew her in, and the dark one came to stand behind her, his arms coming around her body. They began to undress her, and it was as though it was all happening in a dream. Except that it was real and she was wide awake, and she knew it. Fantastic.

  The tall one stroked her exposed flesh—her collarbone, the top of her breast, and her nipples hardened until they hurt. And all the time she was aware of the dark one’s hands on her waist, holding her up, holding her tight to them both. His flesh was a bit softer than the other’s, in a way that was difficult to explain, even to herself. So, so beautiful, both of them, and she thought she’d die if they didn’t kiss her soon.