Lord of Ends

by Sam Ryder

  I was the only one left.

  I sat on the log and the three of them kneeled in front of me, each taking turns sucking me off. Belenie kissed my thigh and Hannah stroked my balls while Gehn took every inch of me down her throat.

  The glow of the fire illuminated all three of their bodies. I stared in disbelief at how beautiful each of them were, and what a mind-blowing experience I was having, the second foursome in as many days.

  The women sensed that I was ready to finish. Gehn ushered Belenie forward, who took my cock in her mouth. Hannah moved up to the log and kissed me while Gehn ran her hands all over my torso.

  My toes curled and I exploded my load into Belenie’s mouth. She gobbled it up with enthusiasm, swallowing it down as if it was a life-giving elixir. Hannah held me tightly, her tongue dancing in my mouth to keep me from shouting in pleasure.

  Belenie leaned back, staring at my cock in quiet disbelief.

  “Better than you thought, hey?” Gehn giggled. “He’s a real man.”

  Belenie was speechless. The two of them shared another kiss, smiling contentedly.

  We all dressed and found a softer spot of dirt to lie on for the night. It wouldn’t be a very comfortable sleep, but after that workout, everyone was looking forward to sleeping anywhere they could.

  I tended to the fire and watched the three gorgeous women get comfortable before crawling in and joining them. Our body heat worked together to protect us from the chill of the night.

  Another adventure would start in the morning. My last that was of Chuck, who would not be able to join us. A single tear tracked down my face as I said my goodbyes and drifted into sleep.

  Epilogue

  Despite the uncomfortable nature of sleeping on dirt, I slept remarkably well. Since Belenie had fixed my knee, I could sleep without throbbing pain in my leg.

  Plus, the previous night’s festivities exhausted me.

  As I drifted off to sleep that night, I imagined waking up intertwined with three gorgeous ladies. The sun warmed my body as it rose across the horizon, and the light eventually woke me.

  I blinked and squinted, trying to wake up. As I grew more awake, I realized only two gorgeous ladies intertwined me—not three.

  On my left, Hannah slept peacefully, her ass pressed against my hip. On my right, Belenie snuggled up with her head on my chest. I could not see Gehn.

  Slowly, I pushed to a seated position, letting Belenie slide down gently to the ground. Neither woman was close to waking up yet.

  I stretched my arms to the sky and cracked my back. The tightness in my neck didn’t subside—a nasty result of sleeping on the hard ground.

  I scanned the terrain, my gaze landing on a massive rock towering over the plains. It was nearly as tall as some of the buildings in Rome. I hadn’t noticed it the night before, shrouded in darkness. I squinted and noticed a figure perched on top of the rock, staring at the horizon. Gehn, I thought. Had to be. I approached the rock and looked up at her.

  “Morning,” I said. No response. “What are you doing up there?”

  More silence.

  I took a lap around the rock, trying to find a way up.

  “How did you get up there?” I asked.

  Then I noticed a series of bumps on the west side of the rock. They looked to be just enough to get a grip. I placed my right foot on one and grabbed another one a few feet above it. Straining and grunting, I pulled myself to the top of the rock.

  Standing up straight and letting the breeze blow through, I caught my breath. Gehn remained motionless, not looking at me.

  I walked up to her and leaned in front of her, trying to catch her gaze.

  “What is going on?” I asked. “Why are you sitting up here?”

  “War is coming,” she murmured, sounding like she was speaking from a far away place.

  I sat down next to her on the rock. “It is,” I said. “That was your original dream, right? We know war is coming. And we’ll be the ones to start it.”

  “It’s coming faster than you think,” she said.

  “Okay,” I replied. “What does that mean?”

  “We won’t be prepared.”

  “Gehn, we’re doing all we can. There are only four of us. This war is the entire reason we’re doing any of this. We’ll be prepared.”

  She took a deep breath, still keeping her gaze fixed on the horizon.

  “I had another vision last night.”

  “What was it?”

  “Blood. Lots of it. And bodies. The fighting was... so violent. So brutal. People were decimated as far as the eye could see. Death rained down indiscriminately. There were rivers of blood.”

  I put my hand on her shoulder. “That’s what war is. I know that. I’m expecting it. My goal isn’t to avoid bloodshed. It’s just to make sure that the right people are bleeding when it’s done.”

  She shook her head. “This vision was so graphic. Both sides of this battle were losing soldiers. The fight lasted for hours. Maybe even days. Every time one side got an advantage, the other side came back and slaughtered more of them. The death didn’t stop. They set cities on fire. People burned in their homes.”

  My heart went out to her. I was used to war. I spent my whole life fighting in war. War got ugly in a hurry, and that was something that everyone had to prepare for. She wasn’t. Despite the way she could slaughter men with just her teeth, her heart was so kind and soft.

  Still, there wasn’t much I could do to change the reality of what was coming.

  “Did you see anything else?”

  “No,” she said. “My vision showed me someone dying. It was one of us.”

  “You couldn’t see exactly who it was?” I asked.

  “No,” she replied. “I just knew it was one of us. One of us will lose their life fighting this battle. That scares me.”

  “There’s nothing to worry about,” I reassured her. “Look, people die in war all the time. It’s part of the process. But as long as I’m here, fighting at your side, you’ll be safe. So will the others. This future is not set in stone. We can change it.”

  “Atticus is declaring war as we speak,” she said. “They have the technology. They have the money. The Rising can build an army quickly. The second they get the chance, they will attack Paris.”

  She was in a funk. There was no escaping it. The realities of war were settling in, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

  I had to come up with something that could snap her out of it, even briefly. In this state, she wouldn’t be able to cover much ground.

  “You remember your first vision?” I asked. “When you came to me, you said you envisioned us running through the city of Rome. We charged the fortress of Atticus, swords in hand. We were winning, remember?”

  “I remember that,” she said. “You led our army into the city. You were on the front lines of the attack.”

  “And you believe that vision too, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, good,” I said. “Then you have nothing to worry about. War is hell. I know. And I can’t say we will avoid that. But if your vision is true—and I believe it is, too—then we will lead the charge into Rome and take our swords right to Atticus himself. You don’t do that if you’re losing the war.”

  She nodded. “Maybe you are right.”

  “Of course I am,” I said. “Now, we have a lot of ground to cover before we get to Paris. Let’s head down and regroup with the others. We need to hit the road.”

  The two of us dropped down from the rock and walked back to the camp.

  “Everything okay?” Hannah asked, rubbing her eyes.

  “Yep, just fine,” I said. “Gehn just wanted to go for a walk this morning. She’s thinking things through.”

  Soon, Belenie woke up and we walked toward Paris, crossing the wasteland as fast as we could.

  As we walked, my mind drifted to the vision that Gehn described. Whose blood was spilled? Was it mine? Was it one of these women?

  And most
importantly, in what order did these visions belong? It was possible she envisioned the charge into Rome as happening before the bloodshed. If that’s the case, then it was entirely plausible that I would lead a successful invasion of Rome, but still be cut down by the enemy during their counterattack.

  It wasn’t the most encouraging thought. But as I stared off into the distance in the direction of Paris, I had bigger issues to occupy my brain. The Enders may or may not welcome me warmly. And a chilly reception from a bunch of Enders would end the war before it began.

  I observed each woman as we walked.

  Hannah stayed strong, charging ahead with optimism that we were doing the right thing. She believed in the cause, enough to leave the Guild and find me all because of her sister’s dream.

  Gehn moved with trepidation. She was not sure of anything, and that “sixth sense” of hers drove her crazy. Still, I had to respect and listen to her. She knew what she was talking about. If blood would be shed, blood would be shed. No sense in fighting that.

  Finally, Belenie looked hesitant. She was our newest member. She stayed close to Gehn on the walk, almost hovering next to her.

  In the middle of all this, I marched forward. Maybe I was just some jerk from an outpost in the Ends trying to help out a few women and get paid handsomely to do it. Maybe now I was more than that, deserving of recognition and admiration. But I didn’t care about any of that, nor what people thought of me.

  If war is coming, I thought, I’ll make sure we’re armed and ready for it. Who knows who will make it and who will be killed. But I’ll be damned if the blood hitting the ground belongs to any of my people.

  Endworld 2: King of the Ends is coming in May 2019, so watch out for it!