Everything is louder by the sea than in the wastelands. The waves are crashing on the rocks along the cliff, the seagulls are laughing in the sky, and my heart is hammering in my chest.
Last night was…something. Just remembering it makes my morning wood come back with a vengeance.
Alastair chuckles in my hair. “You’re poking me in the stomach.”
I feel my face warm up. “Shut up.” I try to get away from him, but he pushes me to my back and disappears under the blanket. “What—”
I’m still naked, and I feel his breath on my skin as he slides down my body. My resistance is feeble at best, and when his tongue touches my cock, all my willpower vanishes. He feasts on me like a starving man and has me moaning in a matter of minutes.
Perri comes back from the truck whistling. “You guys are having fun without me?” He puts the pot of coffee and the three enamel mugs on the camping table and sits by my side. He slides his fingers in my hair and swallows my moans in a wet kiss.
Their combined attention is all it takes to make me come.
Alastair swallows my release and hums, “I can’t get enough of your taste.”
In my orgasm-induced haze, his praise goes straight to my head. Both men kiss, chasing the aftertaste of my cum like a delicacy, and I take time to regroup.
“Let’s drink that coffee while it’s still hot,” Perri says, scooting towards the camping table.
Alastair trails his fingertips on my stomach before following him. I close my eyes and shiver.
I could get used to this.
I’m well and truly fucked.
We drink our coffees and eat a quick breakfast before taking to the road. We have no time to waste. The night we shared has changed something, undeniably, and the King can’t seem to keep his hands off of us. Perri loves it, of course. I do too, but I won’t admit it out loud even under torture.
As we leave, I look at the beach one last time, remembering us fucking on the sand. When I turn back, Perri is watching me with a fond smile on his face. I pull him into a headlock and he laughs.
19
The plan.
“Alastair the First arrived at the Traveling Market at the age of five, in a cage. The odious merchant who had traded him with a scientist from the Revival Project called him ‘my little monster’. The Market founders released the child and executed the man on the spot. The desert drank his blood and they left his corpse in the open as the Traveling Market slowly moved east. Alastair was famished and scared, but took to life on the Market like a fish to water. Over the years, the founders tried to get in touch with other mutants, hoping to harness their power for the good of their Kingdom of Trade. It didn’t always end well.”
Extract from The Traveling Market and its King by Nolan Sigmond, published in 2062.
ALASTAIR
I know we’re on a rescue mission, but traveling in the company of Perri and Stellan feels like a vacation away from the Traveling Market. A long-overdue break from my life that I didn’t know I needed. And their company is exhilarating, to say the least.
Last night, Perri joked that the three of us were eloping. The romantic aspect of what he was saying wasn’t lost on me. Stellan chuckled, but we shared a glance, and I wanted to pull both of them into another sloppy kiss.
We’ve been driving along the coast for the past five days, while exploring each other’s bodies at night. Stellan has stopped fighting us every step of the way and is leaning into what we’re doing, at last. I was glad to discover he has a sort of oral fixation. He enjoys coming with a dick in his mouth—or a tentacle—and we’re more than happy to oblige. Showing the extent of my mutations has always been a sore spot for me, but both men have taken it in stride. They like having my tentacles wrapped around their cocks or on their tongues.
We’ve fucked Perri in every position imaginable, but Stellan still hasn’t asked to fuck me, or to be fucked by me. I don’t know if he’d be into either scenarios. He hasn’t shown inclination towards either, while all I want to do is bend him over the hood of my truck every time he looks at me. Perri is unhelpful in the matter, at best. I don’t need to be a mastermind to see he’s toying with us. He enjoys seeing us dance around each other, and every time I try to ask his opinion on anything regarding Stellan, he just grins and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
The long days in the truck are wonderful, as the three of us have become more relaxed around each other, and we talk about anything and everything. I learn about their life with Stellan’s mothers before moving to the Traveling Market. Snippets of their early adventures. Like the time when Stellan broke a toe when he fell off a tree he had climbed to impress Perri. His foot stayed purple for a week, and he never regained feeling in thattoe. Perri used to eat all the vegetables and greens they could get their hands on because Margaret had told him that’s how she got so big. He’s still pissed about the fact that he never grew above 5’6”.
We see a few settlements and boats along the coast as we make our way north. Small communities trying to survive as best as they can with the riches from the ocean. Finding food is easier here than in the wastelands, but the risk of facing looters and attackers is substantial, and you need a good defense. I have no doubt that there are sentinels hiding in the surrounding area, making sure to keep an eye on us as we travel. The logo of the traveling merchants is painted on all sides of my truck, and they’d be imbeciles to attack us.
The farther north we get, the more the heat of the wastelands becomes but a memory. We’ve lost track of time, but the screen on the dashboard says early December.
We take turns driving during the day, and Perri—the menace that he is—keeps giving us blowjobs on the road. We’re turning into horny beasts, and I can’t say I mind it the least.
It’s on the sixth evening on the road that theBeetlegets in touch with us, at last. Beet’s no-nonsense voice echoes in the truck and Perri rushes to pick up.
“We’ve found them,” Helios says. “They built a stone temple by a small town called Neah Bay, west of Seattle, by the sea. Beet managed to get in touch with Vex again. She’s fine for now, but they plan on sacrificing her at the altar by the end of the week.”
