Locke and Maura were ambling along together like a newly married couple, all gooey eyed and animated. Holding hands, kissing, discussing whatever made them talk. Locke had madethe jump and it’d turned out well. They were bondmated, and Maura was clearly happy and fairly immune from the Lure.
When they saw him watching, they waved. He smiled and waved back. Good luck to them. One less a burden for Cyn, who’d been busting her balls, or whatever it was called when girls tried their hardest, to get the Lure under her control again.
They’d nearly reached the edge of Adult Quarter and had camped in a widely spread-out playground full of swings and slippery slides, tunnels and shallow ponds, very near the store he wanted to show Cyn. The ponds were dips in the floor with black stains where the water had dried up. Plastic had broken off some of the tunnels in big chunks, leaving a litter of red or green pieces. Fires were already smoking where meals were being prepared.
Mads had found a bicycle and was whooping and riding it in circles, his stiff white hair and wings making this seem a bizarre circus instead of a playground. Toother was galumphing after him on his big paws while Willow laughed hysterically with her hands on her knees. The nanodog’s hair fluffed out in waves with every paw landing. People cursed and scattered from their path as Toother’s drool flew from his mouth in great sloppy gobbets.
He snorted and rubbed at his chin, wondering about the management here when the shops were running. Or did having a sex shop near a playground make sense: you screw each other and make babies, and we’ll give the sproglets somewhere to go while you buy more dildos?
“Where is this store?” Cyn sauntered up to him, sexy hips pulling him to watch the movements of her body. Her amber stone-washed tights and the bulge of her tits over the top of her white corset had him dreaming of undoing those cute bows running down the front.
“Come with me if you want to get naughty. Actually, you’re coming anyway.” He ran his finger down her cleavage then downthe row of golden bows. “These undo? Not sure my fingers are that good with anything tiny. I might have to bite them off.”
She scoffed. “There are clips under them. No biting my clothes today.”
“Fine, I’ll just rip it off you.” He turned her to face the store, smacked her butt, then left his hand there. “Over there. You know you’re due for fucking.”
The arch of her brow as she looked over her shoulder spoke of trouble. “Even if I am, you need better manners to convince me. I don’t lie on my back for just any beaster.”
Grinning, he picked up his pack and followed her into the store, dropping the pack at the doorway.
“Who said anything about back? Front, upside down, tied-up, I’m not fussy.”
They went past some rearranged shop dummies that were piled up in an orgy.
She poked out her tongue and skipped ahead. Looked like Cyn too was feeling happier. Good. Hope—it was the hope that was doing this. He’d swear he could feel it rising the further they travelled.
“Hey! Vargr? You here yet?”
Her mouth formed anO. Then she whispered, “You didn’t?”
“Did. Don’t worry, I’ve been talking to him. He wants this. To talk to you.”
“Hmmm. Good.” Her chest lifted, fell, as she watched the first sign of his approach—his wings bobbing above the shelves. Vargr emerged from behind a display, ducking under a sex swing that hung from the ceiling.
“This store will make even you feel inadequate, Rutger.” But his eyes were all over Cyn. “He’s right. I want to talk. Come back here where they have a throne for at least one us to sit on.”
“A throne?” Her smirk was purely from amusement, and he answered with his own slightly hesitant smile. “I bet it has a dick sticking up from the middle.”
“Nope. Wrong. Close though.” He held out his hand and she took it, then he drew her deeper into the store. “You too,” he flung back at Rutger.
Of course him too. The threesome wasn’t right, wasn’tcenteredwithout Vargr. This was all so very promising. Of all the wishes in all the world from survivalists stocking up their bunkers for doomsday, he’d bet nobody ever listed a sex store as an essential. And yet it was.
The throne turned out to be one made of a few hundred dildos of all shapes and colors. Vargr sat on it and pulled Cyn down onto his lap, reminding Rutger of the last time she’d been on Vargr’s lap while he fucked her.
The store became very hot and sweaty all of a sudden. He found a sturdy shelf to lean against—wouldn’t do to domino-destroy the store with an avalanche of toppling shelves. Then he listened. By a grand coincidence the shelving behind dildo throne was chock full of dildos.
Gold ones, black ones of elephant-size, double-ended ones, vibrating ones, knobbly spiked ones… hmmm.
“I’ve been thinking,” Vargr began, jiggling his knee until Cyn placed her hand on it.
“I’ll get sea-sick.”
“Yeah, right. Hard to know where to start, but this seems good place.” His hand slipped into the bodice of her corset to cup her breast, and he leaned her back in a smoldering hot kiss that had Rutger’s cock throbbing already. He folded his arms, and after a few minutes of painful watching, he loudly cleared his throat.
Finally, the beaster stopped with the kisses. Cyn looked pleased and subtly readjusted her position on his knee, orsquirming he’d call it, and she placed her palm on Vargr’s chest. The girl was turned on. He sucked air through his teeth.Get on with it, man. Places to go, women to fuck.He pulled off his own shirt and dropped it aside to give them a hint. Now he matched the bare-chested Vargr.
“What have you been thinking?” she prompted. Vargr wasn’t going to get away with just doing, he had to talk. It was the only way to clear things between them properly.
