Hmmm… I wonder what Fina thinks. She was smart, and she was a student of Mother Nature, very attuned to her surroundings.
He glanced over at Fina, who stood talking and laughing with several of her sisters. The plane’s engines were too loud for him to hear their conversation, but it was nice to see her happy. She had her family back. Well, some of them. The queen had stayed behind with a few of her superfans, like Helga. They could die in a viper pit for all he cared.
Still wearing her insanely hot black suede bikini, Fina came over and sat next to him on the long bench that ran the length of the cargo area.
“So, looks like things have been smoothed over with your tribeswomen, yes?” he asked.
Fina shrugged with a happy little smile. “Yeah. I guess so. But you know the best part?”
“What?” he asked.
“They can’t wait to meet your men!”
“Really?”
“Yep. Every one of them wants, and I quote, ‘their own Brutus’ to ride nightly.”
At this stage of the game, mating his men might be a moot point in terms of solving the plague, but who was he to stand in anyone’s way if they sought love?
“Well, then, we will have to devise a plan to get them paired up.” He explained how the prison was packed with singles right now. Perhaps the most efficient way would be to allow the women to enter, one by one, and see if any of the men reacted.
“This is so exciting! I’m going to tell them now.” Fina slid her hand into his and gave it a squeeze.
Tingles instantly spiked up his arm. He jerked his hand back.
“What’s the matter?” Fina asked.
He leaned in a little closer, speaking out of the side of his mouth. “It seems that merely touching you is rousing my soldier.”
Fina sighed. “Mine, too. I think we should just get this over with. I mean, what if the plane crashes or something happens and we don’t make it to your house? I’m all for our fantasy and things being perfect our first time together, but I’m also pragmatic.”
Just the thought of being inside her made his pants uncomfortably snug. They were already a size too small.
He tried to adjust himself, but it only made his manhood harder by touching it.
Fina looked down at his camo tent. “Well, looks like someone agrees with me.”
“No. I’m not going to plow you here on a plane, in front of all these people.”
Fina shrugged. “Nothing they haven’t seen before.”
He knew what sorts of things these ladies were comfortable with. Sharing. Nudity. Sex while others rated them—about half the women had brought friends to watch when he’d been tied to that tree. He had nothing to hide, but it was a little odd when they started holding up signs with numbers. Mostly eights and nines. A few tens, too. He wanted Fina’s first time to be a ten. And he wanted it to be private. What he felt for her was special and should be treated so. In fact, had he known from the beginning who she really was—his destiny—he would have fought tooth and nail to keep her tribe off him. Going forward, however, there would never be another. Just her. Only her. Even when he jerked off. I’m such a romantic.
“Let us get some rest. When we wake, we’ll be in Arizona.” And with some sleep, he hoped his superior brain might produce the answer to his question: How did this plague really begin?
“What if there is no one there to marry us?” she asked.
“Then…we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He knew a few humans who were ordained and could get the job done.
Brutus grabbed a blanket and found a free spot against the wall that separated the cargo hold from the cockpit. He sat down on the floor and leaned against it, patting the spot beside him in an invitation to Fina.
She smiled and came over. “You really just want to sleep?”
“Yes.” He was a man on a new mission. And he wanted to start this relationship like he started any mission. Everything had to be perfectly planned. Only then would victory be assured.
Fina had never felt so happy. Overnight, her life had gone from a never-ending nightmare of doom, where nothing ever changed with her mother, to this! Yes, Cimil claimed the world was going to hell in a handbasket, but there was something about the goddess she couldn’t trust.
For starters, Fina’s tribe had lived in a state of angry celibacy and practiced mannibalism for centuries all because this bat-shit-crazy redhead showed up one day and told them to do it.
Fast-forward to this morning, and it was all a giant crock.
Who does that?
Fina went over to tell her sisters the good news regarding how to find them men when they arrived. It was better they knew the plan, because she herself would be indisposed.
Fina returned to Brutus, who’d passed out, slumped against the wall with a blanket over him. Poor man looked exhausted.
She sat next to him and stretched the blanket over her body, but the moment the edges of their bodies touched, she felt that spark. A warm sensual heat ran from the top of her head down to her toes. Along the way, it made her nipples perk and the space between her thighs throb. Mmmm…
She turned her head and studied his gorgeous features—the heart-shaped lips and strong jaw, the thick brow line and inky stubble. His beauty was rugged and masculine, his body was enormous and strong, but at the same time, he had a gentle side and wasn’t afraid to show it. Also, he was hung. So that was nice.
She slid her hand under the blanket and found his cock pressing against his pants. She’d only meant to give it a pat—as if to say “you’re mine now”—but touching him only aroused her more.
She unzipped him and took his length in her hand. Perhaps he wouldn’t mind if she gave them both some pleasure. Not sex. Just an appetizer.
The lights were dim in the cargo hold. Everyone was falling asleep now anyway. Mittens, the ever vigilant, ever invisible guardian of her tribe, was off in the corner napping or reading or doing whatever invisible Mittens did on planes. She knew he was there, though. Mittens always made the air around him just a bit warmer.
I can’t wait to introduce him to Brutus. Everything had happened so fast that she never got the chance. Also, introducing the creature took a little finesse—some offerings of cricket ears and maybe a little goat meat. After that, she and Brutus could get on with their new life.
Fina smiled devilishly. She was a hunter, a fighter, a woman with urges who’d waited centuries for this—for him. And her days of being told what to do were over. Very over.
I take what I want. And I want him.
She slid one hand down her pants and with her other hand began stroking him. He groaned and mumbled her name but remained asleep.
She closed her eyes and imagined his hot dick sliding into her, pushing against her walls, and going deep. She imagined riding him hard and him coming inside her. Oh, yes…
Fina felt the climax instantly building. Whatever this thing was between them, it produced a potent erotic energy. It was like they were meant to fuck. And fight. And live out their lives in one wild adventure.
Brutus began moving his hips as she stroked him faster beneath the blanket, but she wanted to watch him explode in her hand while she came. She moved the blanket aside, so only she had a little view, and then went to work.
So close. So close. She felt the heat building and then…Yes! Yes! The wave of ecstasy hit hard, pulling her up and out of her body, just as Brutus’s cock erupted. His brow line shrugged, and he let out a hard breath.