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Quaranteam: North West Ch 34 (Beta)
🕑 Added 2025-03-20 03:32:58 +0000 UTCThe following story is based on the fantastic Quaranteam series by CorruptingPower over on Literotica. You can continue to expect general themes of light Mind Control, bonding and Harems from the original, but with a slightly edgy and alternative cast.
Returning Dramatis Personae
House Black
Harrison ‘Harri’ Black - Sheriff of Black County, ‘Jason Momoa-looking motherfucker’ mountain man (mixed heritage), former Army MP
Kara Swiftwater - Harrison’s high school sweetheart, former community leader of the local Native band, Gerty’s second cousin, Raven hair
Gertrude ‘Gerty’ Swiftwater - Kara’s second cousin, Tribal police on the Rez, Voluptuous Native, Raven hair
Erica LaCosta - Fiancee of Harri, Italian Tattoo Artist, Leo’s sister, Dark Brunette
Macho - Rescued dachshund puppy, named for his big balls, mascot and beloved pet of House Black
Tanaya Airington - Former rodeo barrel racer and native relay rider, petite and stoic native
Vanessa Peters - Construction Forewoman, Daughter of Brent Peters the head of the construction project, Brunette
Ivy Gauthier - Quebecoise stripper, half-tattooed, Dirty Blonde anal queen
Kyla Bautista - Trained dancer, Filipino Spy, Harri’s Deputy Sheriff, Raven hair
House LaCosta
India - Girlfriend of Aria, Hippy Stripper/Sugar Baby, grew up in a commune, Brunette dreads and braids
Captain Laura Bloomberg - Air Force JAG serving as Miriam’s second, Blonde
Construction Crew
Brent Peters - Vanessa’s father, the Project Manager for the Valhalla Hills construction project, very overweight
US Military
Lt Col Miriam Abarbanel - Military friend of Harri’s, Air Force Lt Col, Jewish heritage, Commanding Officer for Valhalla Hills construction and the Oregon Quaranteam research project
Referenced Characters
Valerie Black-Krouse - Harri’s sister, lives in Northern California with her husband and daughter.
Danielle ‘Dani’ - Australian stripper, Brunette
Aria - Girlfriend of India, Stripper/Sugar Baby, Ginger, Member of House LaCosta
Leo LaCosta - Harri’s best friend and former roommate, Italian carpenter, Erica’s brother
Julia De Luca - Helicopter Pilot, former Air Force Pararescue Pilot. Friend and Client of Erica.
Doreen - Brent Peter’s First Partner
Charlotte - Brent Peter’s Second Partner
- - - - -
“Is Laura up yet?”
That was the question that had been going on with everyone that morning, and I wasn’t surprised that it was Miriam’s first question for me as well.
“She’s still out,” I said. “Sorry.”
Miriam sighed, a little frustrated, and looked past Kara and I and over to the three airmen who were working at the temporary terminals positioned in the temporary shelter that was her command post. Her office, and one for Laura, were in the RV but since that was their ‘secure area’ she couldn’t put them all in there. The tent had evolved again since the last time I’d seen it, the roll-down walls having been replaced with ones that had windows so now those only needed to be raised and lowered based on the state of the sky threatening to rain or not instead of the whole wall. That also meant they were getting plenty of air without everything getting hit with gusts all at once.
We were deep into July now, so we really didn’t get that much rain, but it always sort of felt like a threat. That morning had been relatively clear though, the sky a deep blue and spotted with heavy, fluffy clouds instead of looking more like a cloud blanket the sky was trying to peek through.
“She must be going through a regen,” Miriam grimaced, eyeing the folks under her command, then focusing back on me and Kara. “We’ll have to wait until after she’s up again before we can take care of business.”
I glanced at Kara, who flushed just slightly and smirked. The ‘business’ was that Miriam was supposed to imprint on me that morning, and Laura’s extended imprinting sleep was impacting Miriam’s plans. When I’d kissed Miriam that morning, dragging my ass out of bed to wish her and Vanessa a good day for their early mornings, Miriam had murmured two things to me - first, that she was going to murder me for being so reckless the day before, and second, that she was going to be getting her shot that morning and would be fucking my brains out by lunch.
I’d taken the second part a lot more seriously than the first.
“Understood,” I said, knowing that her phrasing of it as ‘business’ was more of an ‘in front of my soldiers’ thing than any commentary on how she felt about me. “We actually needed to meet with you about a couple of other things. Do you have the time, or should we make an appointment?”
“Ah,” Miriam said, clearing her throat. “I can make the time now, come on up.” She backed into the RV and gestured me and Kara in. The interior looked like it had been stripped down to the studs and built back up from there. There was an office in the back with a glass window looking out over the rest of the long bus area, there was a cage lining one wall that looked like it was currently serving as the armoury, space for almost two dozen standard issue firearms plus other equipment, about half of them currently out in the hands of the various guards around the site. Another desk, piled high but neatly with stacks of paperwork, looked like it probably belonged to Captain Bloomberg. The only thing that was the same was that there was a small booth about where the washroom should be - even the Air Force still needed to shit somewhere.
Miriam led us back to her office, hesitating just a moment in the doorway as she scanned the various documents she had out on her desk or pinned to the walls before deciding nothing needed to be hidden. “Take a seat,” she said as she circled her desk, gesturing to the two utilitarian chairs sitting in front of it. She sat down in her desk chair and let out a breath, stacking some documents and then setting them aside as she folded her hands and looked at us. “What can I do for the Sheriff, and a future teammate?”
It felt natural, and in my element, that I would charge into the conversation. Miriam and I understood each other, more than in just a ‘both were in the military’ sort of way. Kara was the opposite - of everyone who had fallen into my team so far, it was Kara and Miriam who had the most inherent opposition to each other based purely on the two different worlds they represented. They’d been trying, but I knew I needed to give them space to keep trying.
“I was hoping… for your help,” Kara said, leaning forward slightly and resting her forearms on the edge of Miriam’s desk. I knew she’d worked with Erica earlier to decide how she wanted to approach Miriam - her instinct had been to dress up, half-business and half-traditional. Flash her position as a Native representative. Erica had thought she should come dressed down; a sweater and jeans, hair up in a messy bun. Show that she was comfortable and non-threatening in a power move kind of way. They’d landed somewhere in between - my high school sweetheart was wearing a collared, short-sleeved polo with a brown, raw leather vest over top that said ‘Native’ without screaming it, and a pair of tight, low blue jeans and her boots. Her hair back in a high ponytail and some drop earrings with little feathers finished the look.
Miriam had the good grace not to look surprised or superior, simply nodding once and glancing at me before focusing on the other woman. “Anything I can do, Kara, I’m happy to try and do,” she said.
Kara nodded, then took in a breath through her nose and let it out. “First, I just want to thank you again for trying to help my people. The more I’ve found out about what was going on, and the position you were in, the more I understand that you… went well out of your way to do what you could. And even if it was because you were doing it for Harri and not for me or my people in particular, I still want to offer you our thanks. My thanks.” Kara stood and offered Miriam her hand.
Miriam did raise her eyebrows now at the formalness of Kara’s tone, and she stood and cleared her throat before nodding and accepting the handshake. “I’m only sorry I couldn’t do more,” she said. “You deserved more.”
“I understand, and thank you,” Kara said, and they shook firmly before both taking their seats again. “I am hoping I can count on your help moving forward.”
“Like I said, if it’s in my power to help, I’ll do what I can, Kara,” Miriam said.
Kara nodded, taking another breath as she made sure she had her thoughts in order. I appreciated the fact that she was being careful, more so than she usually would. Checking herself to make sure she wasn’t steamrolling. “After I woke up in the facility and Gerty told me what had been going on, I tried to get access to communication details for where the women rescued with me had been matched but I didn’t have the proper security clearance. I was told they would see what they could do, but now I’m here and I have a feeling that request will… sit. Until someone makes it a priority. I’m hoping that’s something you can do.”
Miriam nodded slowly, chewing on the inside of her lip in thought as her brow furrowed a little. “That’s not something I can make happen myself from here, but it is something that I can follow up on. Actually, it’s something Laura would be best suited to working on, so I’ll make it an official task to give her a little more oomph when she’s cutting through the red tape.”
“Thank you,” Kara said. “I- Even just starting with who all is alive, between the group rescued with us and whoever was found during the National Guard search of the Rez, would be a big help. I’d also very much like to know where all the kids are. Many of them are orphans and we’ll need to figure something out for them.”
Miriam’s concern darkened a little, nodding softly. “That… I can guess at,” she said. “Though I would expect that the kids will still be in quarantine at the facility right now - they’ll likely be kept in quarantine for a couple of weeks and be watched over by a combo of the nursing staff, qualified team members of military personnel in the building, and be processed by a small team of case workers before-” she paused, taking a slow breath- “Before they’re processed into the system.”
“They don’t belong in the system,” Kara said in alarm, her voice raising slightly. “There are people willing to take them in. My people.” She looked at me quickly. “Us, when we can.” I nodded.
It hadn’t been fleshed out fully - hell, it hadn’t been fleshed out at all. It was one, single, bare wishbone of a plan. Erica and Kyla had already given their agreement in principle; we’d do what we could for kids who needed it. I had my half of the money from the land lease. It wasn’t infinite, but it would be enough to keep our entire family comfortable for the rest of our lives if necessary. If we expanded the family more and more that would be less true, but we were adults - at some point we’d start up our careers again, or new ones, and money would be coming in.
“Look, Kara, I get it,” Miriam said, her voice coming out thick as she planted her elbows on the desktop and sighed heavily. “I get that kids going into the system is never ideal, and especially right now. You know the death stats now - that’s what I’ve been contending with since I got the post in Portland. One in three women die even with medical intervention; one in ten men maybe survive with the same. What they probably didn’t tell you yet is that kids below the kill zone are one of the worst vectors for Duo Halo out there because they can carry it and spread it without getting any symptoms at all. And we can’t vaccinate them. My heart breaks for what happened on the Rez, all of it, but…” She swallowed and looked away. “It’s not even the worst case in the State for what’s happened.”
My gut clenched at that, thinking of Eugene. “What does that mean?” I asked.
Miriam took a couple of breaths before looking back at us. “Ghost towns,” she said. “Entire populations are just dead or missing. Disappeared like they up and vanished. That’s the creepiest, mostly because no one knows where they went. Usually smaller communities, so no one is even noticing except for the kind of folks who would report it. I’ve seen reports of a couple of church congregations taking themselves out Jonestown-style. There was one community down south near the California border that got wiped out by Cartel gunmen who had been working grow ops out in the hills. And then there’s the kids. They’re all over the place. The lucky ones are at the hospital when their parents are admitted and get into the system. The unlucky ones get picked up by other family or friends when the parents get sick, bringing Duo Halo with them. Two, three, four sets of guardians wiped out in a row. Entire adult generations of a family killed off in six weeks as the kids watch it happen over and over. The really unlucky ones that only eventually make it into the system? They survive alone, for days or weeks, until someone finds them. Hopefully it’s someone…”
Her voice choked off and she looked away again.
There was a creak that groaned through the room and I realised it was my white-knuckled grip on the chair, bending the thin metal armrest. I let it go, flexing my fingers, and cleared my throat. “That’s something we can circle back on,” I said, my voice feeling gravelly. I’d known she was seeing things that I wasn’t, hearing things that were over my head in perspective. I didn’t realise she was keeping that kind of world bottled up.
Miriam nodded, clearing her throat as well and blinking a few times before focusing on Kara again. “‘The system’ isn’t what it was before. The Orphan situation was identified pretty early, and for once the Federal Government decided not to try and work out a One Size Fits All policy since they have more than enough on their hands. They kicked it down to the States to handle, and Orgeon’s using a hybrid approach of a few different methods. Proven, well-regarded foster parents and willing teachers have been taking in kids from their communities after quarantine protocols. They also tapped some community programs and a couple of the bigger summer camps way out of the cities to get staffed by College students with experience with summer camps. Older kids were getting sent out there while other answers were being developed. It wasn’t in my direct purview so I was only getting looped in where needed while I was managing the vaccine - both the fostering and camp staff were prioritised as government operations and included in the testing phase, so we facilitated their matching and vaccinations. My best guess is that any orphans without contactable relatives aged eight or up from your people will get bussed out to one of the summer camps, and the younger ones will be fostered.”
Kara was rubbing at her face, her eyes far away as she processed all of it.
“Is there any chance we can do something here?” I asked, my heart breaking for so many hurting kids. I’d never been the kind of guy who volunteered for community sports teams or anything; I really hadn’t been around a kid at all for the past fifteen years other than my niece during visits. It wasn’t because I had anything against kids, they just hadn’t really been part of my life. Especially since my sister and her family had moved down to… “Actually, that, but also- that thing about the Cartel near the California border. Is that happening a lot?”
Miriam shrugged softly and shook her head. “Hard to say,” she said. “That’s more of an FBI situation, or maybe CIA. You could ask your friend, he would probably be able to tell you more.” She was still a little salty over Greerson and his meddling, even if she’d agreed we could probably trust him. “I only ever got tagged on the one report about that situation, but I know the Cartels have a pretty dangerous network in northern California. When I was in Intelligence it was one of the boogeyman projects that people would talk about but no one wanted to try and take on - where were they flying into and out of, and how could they be tracked? They’ve got their own airfields out there at this point, might as well be Amazon with how much product they were shipping around before the world came to a stop.”
“And now they are either dead, or there are bubbles of them surviving and less and less law enforcement to deal with them,” I said heavily.
She gave me a look and nodded.
“OK,” Kara grunted. “‘The system sounds like it’s… something. Not horrible. But I can’t let our kids, our future, just… disappear. They’re the future of our culture, and our history. And the Federal Government-” she paused and bit back whatever she was going to say.
“I understand,” Miriam said. “At least academically, I understand, Kara. But the Air Force isn’t managing those programs so the best I can do for you is getting you contacts for the people who are, and being available if you feel like you need backup.”
“That’s a place to start,” Kara said, swallowing hard and nodding. “Which is more than I had fifteen minutes ago.”
“We’ll work on it,” I agreed, reaching over and taking Kara’s hand from where it had been tapping her thumb against the edge of the desk in agitation. She looked down at our fingers and gave me a squeeze, then met my eyes and squeezed again as she silently told me she appreciated how big an ask she was making with everything.
If not us, then who?
It was becoming our family motto.
“I’ll get Laura on the survivor list once she’s here, and I’ll gather the names and contact info for the Orphan Project here in the state,” Miriam said. “Was there anything else you needed me for?”
“That’s all for me right now,” Kara said quietly, keeping her eyes locked with mine a moment longer before looking at Miriam. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Miriam said.
“I’ve got- Well, I’ve got a few things,” I said. “Though they might be Laura questions and not You questions.”
“Well, ask, and I can always pass them down to her,” Miriam said. “Sheriff.”
Kara snorted softly at the way Miriam said it, and the two women glanced at each other and smirked a little.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Nothing,” they both said. In unison.
Very suspicious.
“Right,” I said, narrowing my eyes and glancing between them, but they just looked at me innocently. “Well, the first thing that’s probably more Laura is if I can get the contact details for whoever I need to talk to for current Law Enforcement coverage in the area. I haven’t been able to reach anyone at the number the Staties were contacting me through a month ago, and I have no idea where I would start calling for the Feds. I’d like to know who is out there, and how their jurisdictions are doing.”
“Laura should be able to get that for you quickly once she’s at her desk, expect an email with them,” Miriam said. “Though I can’t promise you’ll get anything back from the Feds. I could barely get anything out of them when I had a big military dick to swing around.”
“Noted, I’ll start with the local PDs,” I nodded. “Next thing is- actually, did you hear about what we grabbed out of the Rez police armoury?”
She hadn’t, and while Kara grimaced at what she considered wasted Tribe funds, I gave Miriam the quick rundown of how I’d more than quadrupled my current stash of weapons.
“Jesus,” Miriam sighed, rubbing at her face and glancing out the window of her office. “You guys have as much firepower as I do down here.”
“Well, we don’t have the Humvees,” I smirked. The fact that she had .50 cals covering the front entrance to the construction site still shocked me a little. I’d seen worse defences at a couple of hard points when I was deployed in the Army.
“So I’m guessing your question is what you do with them?” Miriam asked.
“No, actually,” I said. “That’s the easy part. We clean them, record their serials, and anything we aren’t going to use we bag, store and lock up for a better time to make those decisions. What I really need to know is if I have the jurisdiction to start emptying out other firearm depots that are currently sitting abandoned. Gun shops, sporting goods stores, other abandoned police stations and offices. They’re all ripe for looting if they haven’t been looted already.”
Miriam’s face had gone stony as she listened. “Laura can help you with jurisdiction, but I could give a flying fuck about that right now,” she said. “That sounds a hell of a lot like a forest fire just waiting to light off, and exactly the kind of looting issue no one in the State legislature is worried about right now. Do what you need to, Harri. Grab ‘em, tag ‘em, and we can call it defensive measures after the attack and sort out any legal issues later.”
“Got it,” I nodded.
“You look like you have something else in mind,” she said.
I hesitated but shook my head. “No other official requests about what I should or should not be doing.”
She gave me a look that said she knew exactly what sort of thing I wasn’t saying even if I didn’t have details, and that she’d be pressing me on it later when she wasn’t wearing fatigues and sitting in her office.
“Was there something else?” Kara prompted me.
“Just one thing,” I said after a moment, my brain kicking back to earlier in the conversation. “What are the chances, if things are worse than my sister knows, we can get her and her family up here faster than the houses being ready for occupation?”
Miriam was surprised for a moment, then thoughtful, and then discouraged. “Unless you’re planning on them literally pitching a tent, I can’t requisition any more living arrangements. Even then, it might need to be across the highway because they wouldn’t be part of a team officially given clearance to be on site. If we need to make it work, I can make it work, but if they can stay where they are it’s probably best.”
“OK,” I grimaced.
“Find out what you can before you start trying to problem solve,” Miriam cautioned me.
“I know,” I said. “I know. I’m just…”
“On high alert because you’ve been in multiple shootouts, have a bunch of new family you need to protect, and an innate hero complex so as soon as you hear about danger you’re drawn to it like a moth to a flame?” Miriam asked me.
“You forgot that he hasn’t had sex yet today,” Kara added.
“OK, I’ll take all the rest, but that isn’t affecting me,” I sighed. “Especially after yesterday.”
“He’s definitely going to be ready for you when it’s time,” Kara said.
“I can see that,” Miriam smirked.
“I’m right here.”
“You should be careful, he might actually have too much stored up,” Kara said.
“Maybe I should have one of you come help me out,” Miriam teased. “Can’t go wasting it, from what I hear. It’s too valuable.”
“He’s kind of like a stud racehorse for breeding,” Kara said. “Very valuable spunk. We should start calling him our stud.”
“I’m right here.”
“Maybe we should make up a profile, start shopping him around for more valuable partners,” Miriam grinned. “What do we need for the family? I’m thinking a Michelin star chef.”
“Ooh, good idea. Maybe a masseuse?”
“Yes, definitely a good idea. I’m sure we can find a couple of great candidates to sell the potency of his spunk to.”
“I’m right here,” I repeated myself.
Both of them started snickering, and I started to worry that maybe Miriam and Kara would get along too well.
- - - - -
“Oh, fuck, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Gerty groaned, leaning back against me.
I’d come up behind her in the RV and hugged her, but I’d made sure to grab her tits in a lewd, rough gesture like she’d hinted at wanting.
“Yeah?” I chuckled, squeezing her through her bra as I leaned my head down and kissed the crook of her neck.
“Uh-huh,” she nodded happily, putting down the knife she’d been chopping peppers with and taking my hands in hers to bring them down under her shirt and up, pushing up her bra so I could grab her naked tits. “But that’s even better.”
“Ahem,” Erica cleared her throat, raising her eyebrows at us. Then she made a show of taking her own bra off under her T-shirt and pulling it out through an armhole, leaving her tits to bounce freely.
“I think she’s telling me something,” I murmured to Gerty with a little smile, kissing her ear.
“I think she is,” my voluptuous native partner sighed. “I don’t know if it’s getting lost in translation though.”
“Ahem,” Erica cleared her throat again, bouncing on the balls of her feet to make her tits wiggle under her shirt.
“Oh, I think I get it,” I said with a grin, giving Gerty one last firm grope and then pulling my hands away as she sighed. I slid to the side behind Erica and put my hands on her hips, teasing sliding my hands under her shirt as well, but then instead I picked her up as she barked a laugh and I spun around, lifting and manhandling her a little to plant her butt on the murphy table of the RV as she faced me. Then I kissed her as I lifted her shirt up over her chest and began trailing those kisses down her chin, neck and chest quickly until my face was buried between her tits.
“Mmm, not what I wanted but definitely what I needed,” Erica groaned and laughed, holding my head to her as I sucked on the inner curve of her breasts.
“Ugh, and I only got what I wanted,” Gerty chuckled.
I came off of Erica’s tit with a pop and kissed her again, more tenderly as I gave both of her tits a squeeze and then lowered her shirt.
“Tease,” my fiancee said with a grin as I pulled away.
“Maybe I’m just hungry,” I chuckled. They were prepping lunch. “Is Laura up yet?”
“Was Dani outside?” Erica asked.
“Didn’t see her,” I said. “The only person I saw in the compound was India. Aria was working with Leo and what I guess was some of the female unskilled labourers outside setting up their woodshop area.” The operation had been kind of interesting to see coming together - they couldn’t erect a whole structure yet, so it wasn’t like they could put up a bunch of the heavy machinery that they might need to actually start making hand-crafted furniture. Not that they had the electricity to do that either. But they still wanted to start training some of the ladies so they’d been laying out plywood sheets to create a relatively flat surface that wouldn’t get mucky. What their next stage was, I wasn’t sure.
“Then she’s still asleep,” Erica said. “I think Dani kind of has a crush on her, she wanted to be around when she woke up.”
“Well, Laura has a crush on her too,” I smirked a little.
Erica sighed, smirking a little, and shook her head. “Which leaves Leo the dude in the middle of two lesbo couples.”
“Oh no, poor Leo,” I deadpanned. All four of his partners were hot as hell, and at least Aria and Dani seemed to actually like him as well. “Plus, he told me about you and Dani getting him in with a couple of the Valkyrie Falls ladies.”
That made Erica’s smirk grow considerably. “True,” she said. “You’re supposed to head out there this afternoon, right?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Is he planning on coming with?”
“He better,” Erica chuckled.
“How about you, Gerty?” I asked, turning to my other partner. “Want to come out?”
“Yes, but not today,” she said, setting down her knife again and turning to lean against the kitchenette counter as she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked a little silly, the cups of her bra bunched up over her tits under her shirt, but I had a feeling she was hoping my hands would wander her direction again. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”
“What’s up?” I asked, giving Erica a quick kiss and then going to Gerty and taking her hands in mine, pulling her towards the bench seats and sitting down with her.
“I’m thinking I want to take you up on your offer,” Gerty said. “To work with you and Kyla. Be a Deputy.”
“That’s fantastic,” I said, my eyebrows shooting up as I grinned. “Honestly, I thought you’d sit on it for a bit longer. You don’t have to start right away.”
“Well, after everything yesterday, I feel like I’d- I don’t know. I just think that you’ll be better with me helping than not, and that’s enough for now,” Gerty said. “So… I can start working on a project or something for you.”
“OK,” I nodded. “Well, Miriam just gave me the go-ahead to start on the firearms collection. Do you want to start slow this afternoon and spearhead the planning phase of that? Start making lists of all the locations we might want to check, the owners that we should try to contact, and a route for our first run?”
“That sounds like a good place to start,” she breathed out, almost relieved to have something concrete to start thinking about. “Do we need to do anything official or anything? Swear me in?”
I blew out a breath and chuckled. “Gerty, hon, this is a ragtag operation you’re signing up for. You tell me what you’re comfortable carrying around with you in terms of firearms, I’ll find you a badge and a shirt, and that’s about as official as we get right now.”
She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Great, another boss who cares more about his guns than procedure.” Then she pulled my hands back to the bottom of her shirt, encouraging me to slide them up her stomach again to grope her.
“I’m really hoping this isn’t something your old boss did,” I chuckled.
That made her bark a laugh and shake her head. “No, definitely not.” Then she leaned forward and kissed me firmly, her tongue teasing against my lips. We were just starting to make out when a knock on the RV door interrupted us. I groaned and let go of her, and Gerty started to fix her bra while I stood up and went to the door.
India was outside, and since I was looking down from above her a bit I had a clear sightline down into her considerable cleavage as she was wearing a loose, very cleavagey tie-dyed shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra and also had her nipples pierced. “Hey,” she said a little flatly. “Just FYI, I’m pretty sure Laura is up.”
“I thought Dani was going to come tell me,” Erica called from the kitchen, and I stepped aside so they could see each other. “How is Laura?”
“Not sure, but probably pretty good,” India said. “I haven’t actually seen them though-”
A loud, long moan at the top of a woman’s lungs filtered through the air from the direction of the Fifth Wheel. I almost coughed at that, but not because of the sexual moan - I almost choked on my own spit because as soon as it happened Macho perked up from his little doggy bed in the corner of the RV where he’d been sleeping, like the sound of a woman orgasming was the same as someone calling his name. Or the howl of another dog in his pack.
“-but I don’t think Dani is masturbating herself to that good an orgasm,” India finished.
“Well, we’ll have lunch ready in ten,” Erica said, gesturing Gerty back over to help her at the counter. “Could you tell Leo and Aria? And Harri, see if you can track down the others. My pregnant ass ain’t making up plates for everyone and leaving them in the oven, they can get their butts over here for lunch like normal people.”
I went and scooped up Macho, grabbing his leash on the way, as I chuckled and got out of there.
- - - - -
One thing that I’d been neglecting, or at least felt like I’d been neglecting even if I hadn’t exactly had the time, was training my dog. Not that Macho was neglected in any way - there was always someone around to pay attention to him, and he’d filled his little body back out fully. The little guy was entirely healthy, entirely loved, and didn’t show any signs of weirdness after the shit I’d rescued him out of.
He just wasn’t trained. At all.
So that’s what I spent my lunch doing. Not that I was an expert or anything, but I knew the basics. It had been a long time since I’d trained Coyote, the Black family dog back when I’d been a kid. She’d been named after the fact that her mutt colouring had been an awful lot like the Looney Toons character, not because she looked like an actual coyote.
The girls were, unfortunately, very unhelpful because, for all that they were lovable, I wasn’t exactly surrounded by the most disciplined humans. Kyla managed to wrangle them for me a bit when she saw I kept getting interrupted, and then Tanaya came over and joined me.
She was helpful, and we managed to get Macho sitting on command by the end of an hour.
“You know we’re going to need to train all of them almost as much as him,” Tanaya said to me with a rueful smirk as she rewarded Macho with another morsel of treat and gave him a rub between the ears. Her warm, low voice got a different quality when she was speaking to or around Macho; it was like she felt more relaxed working with him than she did even when she was feeling mellow with her friends. It made me wonder what she’d be like once I could give her access to horses again.
“Probably,” I said. “Do you mind trying to take that on? Try not to let them get him frustrated?”
She smiled a little, giving Macho a two-handed scritch under the chin. “I can do that,” she said.
“Thanks, Tee,” I said, carefully putting a hand on her back. She glanced at me at that, and I checked with her silently if it was welcome or not, and the look in her eyes told me it was. I rubbed softly, and after a moment she gave her attention back to Macho. A moment after that she leaned into me a bit.
The rest of the extended family, while lunch had been going on, had been focused on Laura. The Captain had been welcomed with open arms, then she’d been razzed in the way only women could razz other women, and finally it had practically been a wedding reception with the way the girls crowed for her to kiss Leo, and then Dani.
And when the dog training was done and I sat down with the group, the razzing turned on me because everyone knew what Laura being up meant.
I staged a tactical retreat into the RV when the flush to my cheeks started to feel like I might turn permanently red.
Then, about a half hour later, I was unceremoniously kicked out of the RV and told to ‘take a walk.’ So I put on my boots and took a walk, heading up the hill towards our future homes. I was about halfway up when I heard, and turned to see, Miriam’s black Humvee pull into our parking lot area. She got out, handed the key to Laura who was back in uniform, they spoke quickly, and then Laura got in and drove away as Miriam headed into the compound.
Part of me wanted to sprint back down the hill, snatch her up and haul her over my shoulder to our bed. She’d gotten the vaccine that morning. I’d resisted that same feeling when I first saw her earlier with Kara. Now she was ready and willing and right there…
But I’d been told to take a walk, and the ladies obviously had some sort of plan, so I took my walk.
The cement foundation for Leo’s house was being poured, and I found Vanessa up there making sure everything was going well - she wasn’t supervising quite as hard for the other houses, but she wasn’t slacking on them either. She gave me a knowing look and a kiss, and let me know that there would be utility workers and framers starting work on our place the next morning. The other lots, for my sister’s place and the fourth big house that would fit up in that part of the hilly terrain near us, would get their foundations poured in the next few days, and our barn and Leo’s workshop outbuildings would be done last.
It was weird, seeing the hilltop so… bare. Not that it was bare, there were plenty of trees around still, but at the start of Spring, most of it had been woods crisscrossed by a couple of old hiking trails. Now it was mostly open, the slope flattened and smoothed for the road, and four frankly stunning properties ready to go.
The sheer effort to build these places, if I’d tried to fund it myself, would have easily been in the multi-millions.
Silver linings when the world goes to shit, I thought to myself with a grimace.
I continued my walk back around to the spring, then higher through the untouched back limits of the property where the old headstones marked my family graveyard. I used the back trail to circle around the other end of the hill, trudging through the relative quiet where I could pretend the forest was as untouched as it had been last year, and then emerged onto one of the new roads and hiked my way up it back towards our compound.
Walking around to the ‘Door,’ the main entrance gap between the RVs, fifth wheels and shipping containers where Leo had hung his ‘Speak Friend and Enter’ sign, I cleared my throat loudly. “Am I allowed back in yet?”
The tarp ‘door’ was whipped aside and Ivy grabbed my hand, pulling me in. “Allo, mon amour,” she said with a grin, practically dragging me over to one of the heavy Adirondack chairs and climbing up onto the seat so she could futz with my beard and eyebrows, making sure they were smooth and even. Several of the other ladies from the families were smirking and watching, though I noticed that Erica, Kara and Kyla were missing.
“I’m just going to have to go along with this, aren’t I?” I asked with a sigh.
My petite little Quebecois lover smiled at me and nodded. “Of course you are, Harrison. You love us for many reasons, yes? But one of them is because we like to be dramatic just like you are heroic. As long as we use the drama for good, you should just let us do these things for you.”
I snorted softly and took her hands from where she was brushing her fingers through my beard, bringing them to my lips so I could kiss them. “Have I mentioned today how much I love you, and how I miss our daily routine?”
“You mean me and Erica having hours alone with you every morning?” Ivy asked with a glimmer in her eye.”
“Something like that,” I chuckled.
“I miss it too,” she said, leaning forward to put her weight on our hands, getting close. “But our family getting bigger is good too.”
“It is,” I agreed.
“But I would still like you inside me again soon,” she whispered, grinning.
“Soon,” I promised.
She kissed me, then took her hands from mine and put them on my shoulders, encouraging me to turn towards the RV. Erica, Kara and Kyla were stepping out of it, and Erica waved me over.
“Be a beast, mon amour,” Ivy said as she kissed my shoulder and then gently pushed me their way.
I rolled my eyes and went to the trio. “I don’t think any of you three had this sort of ceremony,” I pointed out as I approached.
“Yeah, mine was much more chaotic, and I don’t even remember it,” Kara pointed out.
“And mine was the first one so none of us knew what to expect,” Erica snorted. “But it was still amazing.”
“Ditto,” Kyla grinned.
“Should I be saying some last words?” I asked as I headed for the RV door.
“Only if you think you can’t handle her,” Erica chuckled. “Remember, your safe word is ‘Pumpernickel.’”
I turned to my fiancee and grabbed her, one hand behind her head and one hand on her ass, pulling her in and kissing her savagely until she was moaning and melting in my arms and I growled in my chest. “What was that about not being able to handle her?” I asked as our kiss ended.
“Pumpernickel,” she exhaled with a breathy laugh. “Fuck, Pumpernickel. Go take it out on her.”
Kara and Kyla were laughing with me as I stepped up into the RV and shut the door behind me.
It was dim, like the afternoon before when I’d followed the provided directions to find Erica and Julia, but this time the bedroom door was open and as I was taking off my boots Miriam came from around the corner and stood in the doorway before crossing her arms and smirking as she watched me. It was funny how I could tell she felt just a little awkward with the situation, but still wanted to be in command of it by the way she stood.
Once my boots were off I paused without looking towards her and peeled off my shirt, tossing it onto the bench seating before turning and walking towards her.
“You better not think our bedroom is going to be a me-” she started, but I interrupted her teasing as I crashed into her and kissed her with every ounce of want and desire that I’d been holding back for the last couple of days. Hell, for the last half dozen years.
I’d thought Miriam was a fantastic woman from the first time I got to actually sit and talk to her. The only problem was that the first conversation had only come after I’d punched her superior officer in the mouth when I caught him assaulting her during a late night on base. It wouldn’t have been appropriate at all for me to say anything then, for either of our cases. And afterwards, she was active duty and I… wasn’t. And then it was awkward. When she’d visited while on leave there had been that little spark, but it had just been a visit. One night out at a bar, getting drinks and catching up.
Maybe both of us might have wanted something then, but we hadn’t acted on it.
And then all of this.
And now, finally, this.
She kissed me back with just as much heat and fervour as I gave her, her tongue battling me until I growled in my chest and caught her upper lip between mine, sucking hard. She responded by grabbing the waistband of my jeans and pulling me into her roughly, gently yanking her lip from me and running her teeth over my chin as she looked up at me with hungry, piercing eyes.
Miriam was statuesque in her beauty. She had slightly broader shoulders but didn’t meet the bust size of Erica or Gerty. Her torso lacked the more dramatic curves of Gerty or Julia, a little more athlete rather than voluptuous. Her femininity was in the curves of her lips, and her cheekbones, and her fierce eyes. The femme fatales of James Bond were often more femme than fatale - with Miriam, it was fatale before femme. Everything about her, and even more out of fatigues than in, gave off ‘For your own good, you don’t want to fuck with me’ vibes. And that had only gotten stronger over the years.
Her silky brown hair was done up in a bun, exposing the sharp corners of her jaw and the smooth, slender curves of her neck. Her makeup, which she definitely hadn’t been wearing that morning, was done in a distinctly Erica style with smokey eyes. Her lips were a deep, rich maroon, now smudged a little at the edges from our kissing and probably on me, and they matched the lingerie she was wearing.
Part of me wondered if she’d bought the lingerie specifically for this moment. To feel powerful and protected as she let her walls down. It was a full bustier and corset, maroon velvet and embroidered, and it lifted her breasts into a dramatic presentation. Her panties matched, lacey and delicate against her slightly tanned skin, and were paired with a garter belt that was holding up equally matching maroon stockings.
It had taken a lot for me not to pause and admire her, both for her beauty and for the obvious effort put in, when I’d gotten my first good look at her.
Now I had the time to do that.
“Thank you,” I murmured, my eyes roaming up and down her from close up.
Miriam ran her hands down my torso, her fingers playing along my pecs and abs, but her eyes stayed locked on mine. “For what?” she asked. “This is how I’ve always wanted you to see me, Harri.”
I groaned softly, putting my hands on her shoulders and sliding them down her arms as I took a breath and met her gaze. “If I ever gave you the impression I didn’t see you like this, I was a better actor than I gave myself credit for. You are…” I shook my head. “We wasted time.”
“We did,” she said with a smirk. “Not all of it. Some of it we needed. I needed. But the last few years…”
I slipped my hands from her elbows to her waist, doing the same move she’d done to me and pulling our hips together. “I’d have been happy to be your home,” I told her. “When you needed it.”
She sighed, looking away, then back at me. “You sort of were. In my head. Every time I got leave I thought about arranging to come visit again. And then I’d remind myself that you’d probably moved on. Maybe even with Erica. I figured that would have happened before now too.”
“More wasted time,” I sighed.
“So maybe not wasted. Maybe it just had to happen at the right time. Maybe it all just had to happen now so that it wasn’t wasted for both of us,” Miriam said. “You know I’m not religious.”
I smirked. “I know.” She was a full-blooded Sephardic Jew, both sides of her family, and had the slightly dusky look to go with it. It had come up randomly during our conversations as we’d talked about our pasts in the lead-up to our cases in military court - she’d wondered at the time if maybe I’d had some of the same bloodline with my colouration. Now, looking back, that might have been her being hopeful that I’d be a match her parents would be thrilled over. I’d chuckled at the time, telling her I was such a mutt of a human being that it was possible but unlikely.
Now I wondered if I would live up to being that ‘good match’ her parents might want for her. If they were still alive.
I wasn’t even sure if they were still alive or not. We hadn’t had the time to catch up like that.
“What is it?” she interrupted her thought about being religious, seeing something in my eyes.
I smiled sadly. “Just thinking how we wasted time, but also haven’t had enough.”
She smiled with her eyes, understanding. “Well, I’m not religious, but I still remember some of the teachings from when I was a kid. One of them that sticks out to me still is ‘All is foreseen yet freewill is granted; and by mercy is the universe judged, yet all is according to the amount of deeds.’ I don’t know how we’re going to be judged for all of this, but maybe something or someone up there really did foresee it and gave us a nudge to wait just a little longer so all of us could… land. Here. It’s honestly a little ridiculous, Harri. Erica, Kara, me, all with ties to you, all somehow here when we need you the most. And then how good you are for the others? Maybe if one of us had been with you this whole time, the rest of us would have missed out on you now.”
I nodded, sighing in the back of my throat. “All it took was an apocalypse. Thanks, God. Or whoever.”
Miriam smirked. “To be fair, none of us would have put up with the idea of sharing you without an apocalypse. Now it feels entirely natural. Hell, it feels like it’s how it’s meant to be.”
I grunted and took a deep breath, then turned us in the doorway so I could lean back against it and hug her towards me until she was putting her weight on me and hugged me back. “If we can find some proof of God, maybe I’ll convert. Because for how chaotic and weird and sketchy all of this is, I’m… fucking blessed.”
She closed her eyes and slowly pressed her forehead to my chest, chuckling softly. “Please, don’t. That would make my parents too happy.”
Note to self, Miriam’s parents are alive.
“I haven’t said it loud yet, but fuck you are looking like a wet dream, Mir,” I said with a low, gravelly voice.
“You dreamed about me like this?” she asked with another smirk as she raised up to look at me again.
I let out a heavy breath and then moved, dipping slightly to scoop my hands under Miriam and heave her up into my arms as she let out a surprised yelp and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. It was only two steps to the bed and I turned and went there, setting her down and following her as she kept my face pressed to her chest. Then she surprised me by pivoting her weight and hauling me right onto the bed with her, hip-tossing me with a surprising amount of force so that I landed on my back. I let out an ‘oof!’ of surprise and then laughed as she climbed on top of me, grinning down.
“It’s kinda hot you can pick me up and carry me around,” she said. “But you should know I can give it back just as good.”
“I never doubted it,” I said.
“Good,” Miriam said, her grin turning into a smirk as she pivoted around on the bed so that she was fully mounted on me, straddling my waist and putting her hands on my chest like she was pinning me to the bed, her ass resting on my pelvis. “As long as you understand that I'm not going to be like your other partners. I want you to be a real fuckin’ man, Harri, but I don’t have a submissive bone in my body. I’m not looking to make you that either, but part of the reason why I’ve been in love with the idea of you is because you were always equal parts gentleman and the contained monster who hauled off and slugged an asshole when he deserved it. I don’t want the monster in my romantic life, but knowing you have it is a turn-on. I’m also not looking for you to be the gentleman in here either. Just be mine.”
I sat up, her braced arms pushing her backwards until she moved them and held onto my shoulders as I got closer until our faces were only a few inches from each other. “I was yours the second you made it clear you wanted me,” I told her quietly. “And maybe a little before that too.”
She kissed me and urged me to lay back with her hands as we made out like teenagers. Our hands and lips roamed, feeling each other. Tasting any part of us we could taste. Lips, cheeks, jaws, necks, ears. We rolled twice, the one on top wanting better access with our hands to the one on the bottom. She wanted to grab my body as much as I wanted to grab hers.
We were a glorious mess. The corset and bra went first, quickly followed by my pants. I revelled in her breasts. They were the same soft tan as the rest of her and oddly bigger than they looked, sitting full to her chest instead of hanging heavily, and slightly upturned with a pair of soft, puffy areolas and nipples that I revelled in sucking and kissing until they were firm. Then she paid me right back for the treatment, rolling us again so that she could tease her lips over my nipples as she smirked at me with her eyes.
“No one’s asked you to shave all this?” she asked me, running her fingers through the hair on my chest.
“Not yet,” I said, getting her back by pulling her bun loose and spilling her hair down so I could run my fingers through it.
“Good,” she said and then lowered her face to nuzzle against it. “Like I said, I want your manliness. I don’t need some chest shaver.”
I laughed and pulled her up to kiss her.
At some point, she got her panties off, but I missed it happening. I found out about it when she sat up, gave me a look, and then knee-walked up my body and sat her bare ass on my chest. She had a wide, closely trimmed triangle bush and the front lips of her pussy were looking flushed.
“I’d never put up with a boyfriend who didn’t eat pussy,” Miriam said, raising an eyebrow playfully as she flashed me a grin. “But I also hear that you don’t lack in that department at all.”
I growled and she laughed as I scooped my hands on her butt and brought her sliding forward so that I could drive my tongue across her clit hood, through her labia and up into her. Miriam’s moan was long and low as she grabbed me by my hair and held me still.
“Fuck,” she finally breathed out, blinking her eyes as she looked at the shades on the back window of the RV. “Fuck, OK, that’s good.”
“Hmm-hmm,” I hummed back. Then I really started to go to work, applying the many lessons I’d learned from my partners. And Miriam gladly accepted them, moaning as both her hands ended up weaving fingers into my hair and she held on as she worked her hips, grinding against my face.
“Fuck,” Miriam grunted. “Fuck. Fuck.”
I laughed into her pussy and clamped my hands onto her wonderfully firm and soft hips, keeping her where she is.
“Fuck,” she grunted again.
She was dripping wet, her pussy leaking all over my lips as her labia slid back and forth, grinding all the way up to my nose and down to my chin. My beard was going to reek of her, and I loved it. And I knew exactly what I was doing to her.
Because she couldn’t come.
“Fuuuuck,” she growled, working her hips even harder. Pressing her clit down against me. Grinding on me. I didn’t have a great view of her, looking up her body as she leaned forward. Well, not much of a view except for the underside of her tits, which was a good view. I could tell she was starting to get sweaty though, the building pressure in her coming out in ways that the vaccine couldn’t stop.
I laughed again, sliding my hands up from her hips to those tits, palming them roughly.
That was when she must have remembered too, because she gasped and growled in frustration and pushed off of me firmly, lifting away and glaring. “You bastard,” she laughed.
I moved and she let me direct her, turning us over so that she was on her back and I was over her, holding myself up with one hand as I shoved my briefs down with the other. Her hands found my cock and felt all over it, her legs parted so I had room between them.
“You did that on purpose,” she accused, that frustrated, playful glint in her eye.
“I did,” I admitted. Then I dipped down and kissed her hard, and she kissed me back with all the passion that she’d kissed me with before.
“Fuck me,” she demanded around the kiss. “Fuck me, Harri.” She pulled my cock into position, sliding the slick head of it up and down her slit a few times before directing me into position. Then she lifted one leg and hooked it around my hip, pulling me in.
We both groaned as I entered her about halfway, and as I pulled back out to finish the job, she had the first orgasm as my precum hit her system.
Of all the reactions I could have imagined Miriam having when she had an orgasm, going Dead Fish wasn’t one of them. She let out a little yip, almost a hiccup, and then her body went slack as her pussy went loose like every tendon in her body had been cut all at once. A wash of her natural girlcum flooded out of her as well, soaking the sheets under us.
Then, only a second later, she surged like she’d woken up in a panic and her whole body tensed, grabbing onto me as she gasped and moaned like a complete whore. She clutched me painfully tight, her fingernails digging into my arms and both her legs pinching at my waist hard enough that it could have been a Jiu-Jitsu clinch. Even her eyes dilated hard, looking up at me, before she blinked and they slowly went back to normal as she panted, trying to catch her breath.
“You’re OK,” I said softly, shaking my head at the extreme reaction as I stroked her hair. “You’re OK, Mir. You’re OK.”
“That-” she shuddered, her teeth chattering for a moment like she was shivering. Then she blinked and shook her head. “That was a bit much.”
“You good?” I asked, still stroking her thick, wavy hair.
She shook her head some more, blinking as she did it, then focused on me and let go of my arms to get me to stop with her hair. “I knew what was coming academically. Hell, I’d even seen it happen once. None of it prepped me for that, you fuck.”
I smirked and leaned down, kissing her on the nose. “Do you always go comatose when you have a good come?”
“No,” she laughed breathlessly. “God, I hope that doesn’t happen again. That fucking spooked me.” Then she took a deep breath and let it out, closing her eyes and opening them again, better focused on me. “Now what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Harri.”
I pushed into her and she grunted as she grinned. It took two thrusts to slide myself all the way into her depths, and then she used those moves of hers again and flipped us over so she was on top.
“More,” she grunted, her grin turning a little savage as she started to work her hips. “I want more, Harri. More of everything.”
We fucked fast and hard, and she gave as good as I could.
And even though I hadn’t had a single orgasm that day, I managed to hold out for a deliciously long time after the chain my girls had run me through the night before. Delicious because sex with Miriam was exquisite. I loved every inch of her body. I loved every look she gave me. I loved the taste of her lips, her sweat, her skin, her pussy. I loved her gasps, from pleasure to frustration to laughter.
Most of all, I loved that even though she kept getting hornier and hornier, and kept being denied her orgasms by the vaccine, she was able to keep laughing. Keep pushing. Keep enjoying every moment with me.
“God, you absolute fuck,” she giggled. She was on her stomach and I was mounted over top of her, pressing my sweaty chest to her back as I fucked down into her with powerful strokes. “You absolute fucking fuck. What do I need to do to get you to come and let me come?! Do I have to beg for it? Do I have to fucking beg, Harri?”
“Some of my partners need to beg,” I growled, then pulled out of her and gave her a gentle spank on the ass - a direction to turn over rather than a proper spank. She did just that, and we resumed the missionary position we’d started with, her hooking one leg around my waist as I re-entered her hot, swampy pussy and started to long stroke her again as we stared into each other’s eyes. “You don’t ever have to beg though, Miriam.”
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” she growled playfully, wrapping her hands on either side of my neck and pulling me down into another sweaty kiss.
“I just need you to tell me you're ready to say the magic words,” I said as we parted.
“Please and thank you!?” she grunted.
I chuckled and shook my head. “No, Mir. The other ones.”
She levelled her gaze at me, her eyes starting to look desperate from how horny she was. How long she’d been denied a peak. Any of my other partners, post-vaccine, would have come a few times by now at least.
“Love me,” she demanded.
“You already have it,” I promised her.
“Let me love you,” she said, softer.
“I will,” I promised.
“Then I love you,” she breathed out, pulling me down into a hug rather than a kiss, wrapping all of her limbs around me. “I love you,” she said again, right into my ear as she sobbed softly. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I groaned softly right back as I released my stranglehold on my orgasm, pumping her full of cum as I slowly, slowly stroked into her well fucked pussy.
Miriam moaned at the feel of the first jet, then made that ‘Yip!’ sound again as she sucked in a breath, and then she went slack as another wash of her juices released out of her and re-flooded the now cooling sheets under us. This time, however, she didn’t re-tense and I worried for a moment that the orgasm had actually turned something off in her brain.
There wasn’t a scream of orgasm like with the others. Nothing explosive. Just a sharp intake of breath that made me feel relieved that she hadn’t died in my arms, and then the soft mumble of “Imprinting, Imprinting, Imprinting.”
I wiped her hair from her forehead and cheeks, looking down at her as I absorbed what we’d just done.
That thing in my chest and gut, that possessive urge, was there and it was happy. I practically purred, feeling a triumph at knowing I had Miriam with me now. Forever. She was mine, and I was hers. I would love her, and protect her, and care for her. She was mine.
It took me a long time to pull away from her, easing my cock from her depths. It was still hard, almost angrily so, looking like it wanted to go on a seek-and-destroy mission. That thought made me chuckle as I leaned over Miriam and kissed her mumbling lips, then headed for the washroom to grab some wet hand towels to wipe us both down. I’d need to change the sheets too, and then shower.
I didn’t need to head over to Valkyrie Falls for a workout with sex juices all over me, reeking of the evidence that I’d just added another member to my family.
The fact that my mind, or at least the part of it directly connected to my cock, immediately started to flash to who I could ‘seek and destroy’ next, was a little concerning. Once I had myself wiped down I found a pair of my shorts and pulled them on, then went to the RV door and stuck my head out, looking around.
“Ivy,” I called.
My little blonde Quebecois queen perked up with a grin and immediately left her conversation with Kara and Erica, who both smirked at me. She’d be happy to help me get everything tidied for Miriam, and then take a shower with me. So would the others, but that thing in me, that beast, wanted Ivy. Wanted to fuck her hard and fast and use her the way she loved to be used, love her the way she loved to be loved. Wanted to conquer her, over and over.
Her knowing smile as she skipped over to me and accepted my hand to help her up the steps told me she knew exactly what I was interested in, and just how happy she was to help.
Comments
Ctolm [the t is silent]
Having just finished binging the Qyaranteam chapters now in Beta I find myself deeply concerned that the ladies in Valkyrie Falls don't have a dog anymore now that the families are back at the site. Surely finding them another is more important than locking up weapon caches? This was not what I expected to be concerned with when I started reading OFG on Chyoa a few months ago.
BreaktheBar
I write in Canadian english, which uses many UK spellings. So armour/armoury in this case.
Nick J
Great "will they-wont they" build! Glad Miriam is finally on the board!
Anthony
Wow, that was a long time coming great chapter.
WSV
In the early entrance into Miriam's RV headquarters, you noted the "armoury." Is that the Canadian term, like "colour" instead of "color?" In the next city over from mine, we have a National Guard Armory, and I believe "armory" would be the American terminology.
