My tentacles unlatch from Stellan’s erection before sliding lower and nudging his stretched hole.
“Is that okay?” I ask. I need to know that he consents to me fucking him, too. If he says no, it might kill me, but I’ll respect it.
Stellan nods, eyes burning with lust.
Relief and joy almost make me come. My tentacles penetrate him, replacing Perri’s soft cock, and I can feel how warm and slippery he is inside.
“Fucking hell… that’s so hot…” Perri says, smothered between the two of us. “You’re… fucking us… both at once…”
An animalistic growl climbs through my throat. I pound inside them so hard, the truck is shaking around us.
Stellan is louder than I ever heard him, gasping for air. My tentacles stretch to hit his prostate. Without a warning, his orgasm takes him. Perri whines as Stellan’s cum hits his chest.
I’m so close to my release… I’m holding it back with all my willpower. I don’t want this to be over, but I won’t be able to resist for long.
Perri grabs my hair to pull me into a kiss. “Come inside him”, he says close to my mouth.
Then he’s extracting himself from between us. My erection slides out of him with a wet slap. He snuggles close to Stellan and places a hand between his open legs, spreading his hole for me.
Stellan looks entirely wrecked, his body covered in cum, his hair a mess and he appears lost in a sex-induced haze. He’s never looked more beautiful to me—morefuckable. Before I have time to ask for consent, he nods again. He wants me to fuck him again.
I fall on him like a ravenous beast. I grab him by the waist and penetrate him smoothly. He sobs and I kiss him. He’s wet inside, from Perri’s earlier orgasm. Just thinking about it makes my cock buck inside him.
I can’t hold back. My orgasm is coming, so I fuck him hard and fast.
To my surprise, he follows me over the edge and comes again. My vision turns white for a moment as pure bliss explodes in my entire body. I fill him up with my release and lick his corded neck as his fingers dig in my back.
“Fuck, I love you both so much,” Perri says, kissing us both as we slowly come down from the high.
I gather them in my arms, sticky mess be damned, and hold them close for a wonderful moment suspended in time.
Eventually, our brains turn back on and Perri says, “I think we need another shower.”
I chuckle.
Stellan sighs. “And to change the sheets.”
We disentangle ourselves just long enough to clean up and air out the cramped space—new condensation covers the windows. Beet is keeping watch tonight, and we fall asleep in a pile on the bed.
It’s in the early hours of the morning, the sun still shy on the horizon, that the ground shakes. We scramble to our feet and out of the camper. TheBeetleis maneuvering on the beach, visible for once. There is a thin layer of snow on the ground and covering the trees.
Nobody seems to care about our nudity as Helios runs towards us from the sand. “We received a communication from Vex,” he says, out of breath. “They’re moving her. They’re going to sacrifice her and the other prisoners this morning.”
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The attack.
“If you head up north, avoid the outermost west coast. There is a tribe over there, they call themselves the Children of the New World. Bunch of weirdoes, but they’re dangerous. I met some of them as I was fishing in the Salish Sea. We shared a meal and they tried to convince me to join them at their village. They wanted me to meet their leader, Marcus. I could sense they wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I lied. I pretended to be excited, and then when I got back to sea, I sailed in the other direction. They think the old gods are humanity’s redemption. Fucking creeps, all of them. Be careful.”
Audio transcription of a radio message sent to the Beetle, Will Felt, captain of the Medusa, 2064.
PERRI
“Fuck…” My hands are shaking as I put some clothes on in a hurry. The air is freezing. Moments ago I was cocooned in the shared warmth between Stellan and Alastair’s bodies, sound asleep and happy.
“Get your weapons,” Helios says. “You’ll come with us on theBeetle. It’ll be much faster than if you take the road with the truck.”
“Is it okay?” I ask just as Stellan nudges me out of the way to close the camper. Alastair is grabbing our small arsenal at the front.
