Ruined Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Dystopian Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  Something within Lilith roused, uncoiling from within her soul and emerging from her mouth as a throaty shriek as she dug her nails into Lucifer’s chest, clawing deep through his hardened scales to score the flesh beneath. Digging the high, pointed heels of her boots into his muscular ass, she bucked back against Shemyaza as she clenched her inner muscles in an unforgiving vice.

  The fallen bastards only laughed, twin growling groans as they ceased moving, letting her vent her outrage. Leaning down, Lucifer placed his lips against her ear, nipping her with his fangs as he rumbled, “Ah, sweet fucking Lilith…I have waited your lifetime for this moment, to finally bury my cock inside of you.”

  “As have I,” Shemyaza added, his lips against her opposite ear, his voice a clarion, silken purr to Lucifer’s gravelly, sibilant growl. “You were our father’s first female creation, and he forbade us from touching you, instead giving you to that useless, weak-willed waste of flesh.”

  “Eve was a shadow of you,” Lucifer continued, “A pale imitation that doomed humanity. So easily manipulated, so easily controlled, while you were cast out and condemned for being too independent, too strong to bend even to our Creator.”

  “But look at you now,” Shemyaza thrust his hips forward, stroking his vast cock into her depths with a steady, unrelenting stab that made her whimper as she felt the swelling at the base of his shaft threatening to tear into her ass. His large, long fingers tweaked her tender nipples, making her squirm back against him, making that knot of blood-swollen flesh press threateningly against her already stretched bud. “Your sweet cunt taking my brother’s cock. Your ass taking my cock like the beautiful slut you really are.”

  “Now, you’re ours,” Lucifer said simply before he struck, impaling her once more with the full length of his monstrously huge cock. The force of his thrust pushed her back against Shemyaza’s unyielding body, and Lilith screamed until her voice shattered as inhuman pain and pleasure, unbearable agony and ecstasy overwhelmed her enhanced senses.

  Two sets of large fangs claimed either side of her neck, piercing deep as they fastened their huge mouths on her throat as two monstrous knots tore into her body, as Lucifer’s knot tore into her cunt while she was ground back against Shemyaza’s knot—and even as she clenched her muscles tight, her ass gave way as Shemyaza shoved himself into her.

  Everything went dark as she was jerked between the two males, trapped by their arms and wings, locked to them by their cocks buried inside of her. She couldn’t even summon the strength to hang on, her body limp as they shuddered against her, their cocks swelling impossibly large as they began to pump her full of their seed—blazing hot cum drenching her womb while a rush of cum so cold it burned pumped deep into her bowels.

  For the first time in her existence, Lilith swooned, descending into the darkness of oblivion to the accompaniment of growls of satisfaction and that bedamned purring echoing around her.

  When she came to, she found herself laid out on the settee, Loki sprawled out on the floor beside her, gently bathing her with a cool washcloth. Scrambling back away from him, she wildly looked around, trying to regain some semblance of control. She was still nude, only now even her boots had been removed, leaving her feeling oddly more exposed than she had all night.

  Closing her eyes, she heaved a silent sigh of relief as she felt the familiar taste of magic against her flesh, letting her know that it wasn’t too late; that things were still proceeding according to her plans—even with Loki’s tampering.

  Loki laughed, tossing the damp cloth in her lap as he rose to his feet and stretched with lissome grace, arrogant in the sureness of his masculinity. “It’s okay. They’ve all scurried off, no doubt scrambling to save what they can and prepare for this apocalypse you’ve unleashed on us all.”

  He tsked, shaking his head, letting his unbound mane of coppery curls dance over his freckled shoulders. “You really should have called me earlier, you know. We could have truly made this an apocalypse to remember.”

  “Why are you still here, then?” Lilith asked, staring pointedly at him. Arching a delicate brow, she let her eyes skim down his nude body, pausing as his impressive, flaccid cock twitched beneath her gaze. “Hoping for sloppy…” She paused, picking up the washcloth and glancing down at her bare sex. “Well, sixths?”

  “Actually, yes,” he purred, his lips twisted in a self-deprecating smirk, “But not now. I’m afraid you really didn’t leave us much time, did you? I mean, I barely had the time to modify your spell before the others arrived, and even then, most of the mojo you had woven was rather outside even my extensive knowledge. I’m still not sure what you hoped to accomplish.”

  Crouching down, his expression that of a curious little boy, he gave her puppy dog eyes. “Come now, sweetie, tell your bestie Loki what you’ve got planned after the grand finale.” Crossing his finger over his heart, he solemnly avowed, “I swear, I won’t tell the others.”

  Rising to her feet, Lilith strode passed the kneeling Trickster. With a thought, she was clad once more in black silk, her feet once more clad in her high heeled boots. “I don’t have time for your shenanigans, Loki. You’ve screwed up enough for one apocalypse, and I have things I still need to do.”

  She paused at the door, glancing back over her shoulder with a small smirk. “Besides, you may want to run to the drugstore and pick up a pregnancy test before they’re all gone.”

  Then, she disappeared into darkness, leaving only her mocking laughter behind her. She had gotten what she needed from the others, carrying within her the seeds of her new Dark Eden.

  Loki grinned as he rose to his feet. Placing his hand on his taut abdomen, he looked down and whispered, “There, there. Don’t you worry, your wicked Auntie Lily will come around soon enough, and I have a feeling that not everything is going to go the way she expects.”

  Whistling a jaunty lullaby, Loki opened a portal to his daughter’s realm. He had to rouse his other children, make sure they and his people were prepared to sally forth. A new world had been ordered, and he planned on carving himself a nice little kingdom for his family.

  “After all,” he laughed, “Blood’s important!”

  THE END OF THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

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  Ground Zero

  Nikki Landis

  Copyright © 2019 Nikki Landis

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  Edited by Kathy Denver, iPublishGlobal

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE:

  The Last of Us series contains the experiences, trials, and dangers of a group of individuals who are thrown together in the middle of a deadly outbreak and virus. Each book will chronicle the adventures of a different set of characters and weave them together throughout the series. Some will come and go. Others will stay. As this series is written to give you glimpses of their struggle for survival some may end with cliffhangers, but all characters will be revisited as their stories progress.

  Stay quiet. Don't look back. And never, ever scream.

  The city has fallen . . . where will you run?

  1

  Natalie

  May 19th, 2052

  “Are you cold?” Zeke’s arm slid around my back as my head fell against his chest. “I don’t mind being your personal heater.”

  “A little.” Slipping my arms around his waist, I tilted my head up as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “You can be my heater anytime.”

  “That’s awfully generous of you to allow it.” Humor danced in his hazel gaze with flecks of green. “Is that why you keep me around?”

  “Maybe,” I squealed as he began to tickle my sides. “Stop!” I screeched as h
e laughed.

  “Spring is awfully wet and cool this year,” he observed, “It’s nearly the end of May and we still haven’t seen eighty degrees more than a couple of times.”

  “Are you anxious to get me into a bikini?”

  He smirked, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “Guilty.”

  “All you think about is sex,” I accused, hiding a grin.

  “Of course, that’s why I insisted you move in.” He winked as a giggle escaped from between my lips. The man was insatiable.

  “The weather’s going to have to warm up quite a bit first.” A light chill swept through the evening breeze as I shivered. “Were you watching the news? Hear anything about the CDC?”

  He didn’t answer right away. “Come inside or I’ll be forced to find ways to warm you up no matter who may see us.”

  Laughing lightly, I let him pull me into our townhouse as the sun’s rays set and the horizon was bathed in golden hues of amber, crimson, pink, and lavender. “I should let you know your chances of getting lucky are pretty high.”

  “Are they now?”

  Zeke’s mouth covered mine and I felt the heat and passion of his touch all the way to my toes. Someday I was going to marry this man. He may not have thought that far into our future, but I sure did. Pulling back, his expression grew serious.

  “The CDC is saying there’s some kind of flu going around. A bad one. It didn’t taper off like usual when the winter ended. There’s new cases being documented every day.”

  Frowning, I turned to the news channel that was covering the flu epidemic and picked up the remote, increasing the volume.

  “Dr. Schroeder, the public is concerned that your new drug isn’t able to withstand this flu outbreak. Skeptics are saying ST 541 may in fact be the cause of this deadly strain.”

  Dr. Schroeder sat taller in his chair and faced the camera. “That’s a lie. ST 541 has done nothing but increase the human lifespan and cure cancer, just as I intended. Millions of people are now healthy and living to see their grandchildren have grandchildren. That’s never been possible before now.”

  “That may be true, but more flu cases are developing daily. Some say certain zip codes – such as those in lower income brackets – are hit especially hard. Wasn’t ST 541 meant to help all people regardless of demographics?”

  The doctor was angry, and his voice betrayed his level of emotion. “That’s nothing but rumor, conjecture, and lies all spun by those who have a vested interest in seeing my drug fail. It’s not enough that people are living longer and healthier lives without the need of medications for chronic conditions such as hypertension and diabetes. Now I’m being accused of sabotaging the very health system I’ve worked so hard to improve.”

  “People are scared, Dr. Schroeder, and the influx in cases continues to rise. Are you unsympathetic to their concerns?”

  “No,” he answered with defeat, “not at all. I’m simply stating that this flu strand and my drug are unrelated.”

  The panel of experts argued over his statements and began to talk over one another. The conversation ended without any resolution as the station went to a commercial break. Zeke picked up the remote and shut off the television with a look of disgust.

  “Somebody is lying, and we’ll never find out the truth. I’m already sick of the media,” he admitted, tossing the remote on the couch. “Nat, you need to be careful. I’m worried about how vulnerable you are right now. The hospitals seem like the worst place to be.”

  This wasn’t the first time Zeke had said this in the last couple of weeks. “I know and I understand how you feel but I disagree. The hospitals are the safest place right now. I have every possible treatment at my fingertips.” Placing my hands on his chest, I lifted up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “Trust me, honey. I know what I’m doing.”

  His hand brushed across my jaw and cupped my cheek as his expression softened. “You know I can’t lose you, right? What would I do if you became sick?”

  “It’s a good thing I don’t plan on being lost or exposed to the virus.”

  The corners of his mouth lifted as a smile ghosted across his rugged features. “I would find you. If anything happens, you know that, right?”

  “Of course,” I acknowledged. “Just like I’d come find you.”

  “Then we have a plan. Things go to shit and we make it a priority to find one another. Meet here and if that’s not safe then we meet at my parent’s cabin in the woods of Hocking Hills. You remember how to get there?”

  I nodded, my smile wavering as he gently swiped a smooth fingertip across my jaw. “I do. It’s a hell of a trip if there’s no transportation but no more than a day if you walked straight without stopping much.”

  “Don’t worry, Nat. I’m sure everything is fine. It’s just good to have a backup plan. You know?”

  He was right. I didn’t speak my fears aloud, but something wasn’t right with the flu outbreak and the government’s lack of explanation. The news pointed fingers and blame but gave no resolution or concrete answers. The hospital where I worked had its own ideas about the outbreak, but we were cautioned not to discuss the subject around patients. The influx of new cases was rising despite the massive efforts to intervene and dispense medication early while limiting exposure.

  “I know,” I agreed, and managed a sincere smile even as an uneasy feeling settled into my gut. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

  “It won’t,” he assured me, “but there’s nothing wrong with being prepared. Makes me feel less anxious,” he joked but I caught the worry hidden in his tone.

  “I’ll be fine, Zeke. I’m a survivor,” I joked, pressing my lips to his sensual mouth.

  The kiss deepened as he grasped the back of my neck and held me in place. His tongue plundered and explored as it collided with mine and Zeke picked me up, half dragging us into our bedroom.

  “I need you,” he growled low, fingers tugging at the zipper of my dress.

  The soft material slid down and exposed my shoulder as he kissed down my arm. The fabric fell with a whisper to the carpet and I sighed softly as he pressed up against my back.

  “I love how sexy you are, Nat. It drives me crazy.”

  We had gone out for a nice dinner earlier and I’d dressed up for the occasion, lacy lingerie under the black dress the clung to my curves in all the right places. Zeke unclasped my bra and dropped it to the side as his lips made a heated and slightly wet trail all the way down my spine. He turned me gently and lavished his attention on my breasts, lifting the heavy globes as he flicked with his tongue and suckled at the flesh until my nipples were so hard, they nearly ached.

  “Zeke,” I moaned as his hands slid over my ass and squeezed.

  “Damn, baby, you’re my little slice of heaven.”

  “You’re such a smooth talker,” I teased.

  Growling, he pressed up against me as the proof of his attraction poked into my stomach. “The things you do to me.”

  Reaching down, I cupped the bulge in his pants. “The things I want you to do to me and the wicked things I want to do to you.” He nearly snarled as the lust filled his eyes and I sank to my knees, tugging the zipper of his trousers down roughly and yanking until his pants were in a puddle around his ankles.

  “Fuck,” he yelled as he panted, his gaze locked on my every movement.

  I pushed his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs and leaned in, grasping his erection as my tongue covered the soft velvety tip. I covered the head with my mouth and sucked hard as he jolted, and his knees almost buckled. “Like that?”

  “Baby,” he groaned, “your skills are astounding.”

  I slowly began to lick and stroke, my hand rolling over his thick rigid length as a needy groan escaped his lips. Knowing exactly how he liked to be touched was a turn on. Zeke hissed as I took his entire cock into my mouth. Lots of practice kept me from gagging as he began to move his hips and his hand cupped the back of my head.

  My lips glided over h
im as I pulled and sucked and wrapped my mouth snug around his skin. Up and down, over and over, my speed increasing as I worked his shaft. Double fisting his length I loved the control that I had over him. Zeke cried out as he climaxed, and his body shook with light tremors.

  “Fuckkkk,” he whispered as the word drew out on his exhale.

  I swallowed every drop as he reached for me and we fell down on the bed.

  “Damn, give me just a sec. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

  “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied with a wicked wink.

  I was absolutely certain that I wasn’t getting much sleep tonight.

  2

  Zeke

  June 12th, 2052

  “Nat pick up the damn phone,” I muttered, redialing again as her voicemail rattled off the usual spiel. “Please, babe.”

  My chest felt tight as I tried not to panic. Natalie warned me that the flu cases were increasing at the hospital and the overload was almost too much for the staff. She’d been putting in long hours, sometimes sleeping at the hospital to take on extra shifts. I’d barely seen her the last few days.

  Reaching for the remote, I turned up the volume on the television and gasped when I saw the headlines scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Tamiflu and other antiviral products were out of stock at most pharmacies. Production couldn’t keep up with demand. The CDC was advising anyone with symptoms to remain at home to reduce panic and exposure while a representative who wasn’t sick would pick up medication at the listed dispensing locations on specific upcoming dates. Information was listed on the screen. The hospitals were no longer accepting new cases unless the patient was critical.