Just as she thought that the pleasure couldn’t possibly get more intense, Brutus let out a deep, animalistic groan. His hands went for hers again, threading with her fingers as he squeezed.
His release sparked one more sinful contraction deep in her womb. She felt her walls involuntarily flexing around him, milking his cock for every drop of cum.
After a few moments, their two bodies panting and slick with sweat, Brutus let go of her hands, and he dropped his head into the crook of her neck.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my entire life,” he muttered.
She smiled up at the ceiling. She wanted to say it was good to hear, considering all the women he’d been with in her village, but why ruin the moment? Still, if he ever does come to visit, I am so tying him to that tree to have my way with him.
“I’m going to miss you, Fina,” he whispered against her goosebump-covered neck.
Suddenly, her afterglow vanished, and hard reality kicked her in the gut. She would miss him, too. More than words could express. “Then don’t be long.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Seeing Fina off that morning was quite possibly the hardest thing Brutus had ever done. Harder than fighting a rabid pack of well-trained sifting vampires possessed by dark magic. Harder than having to watch Cimil tango in the nude with a banana in her butthole. Very disturbing. But she really got into her holidays, and since international prostate awareness day and international banana day both fell on April 15, she’d decided to combine the two holidays. Anyway, leaving Fina was harder than that, which said a lot.
He had kissed her up until the very last minute and promised to come to her just as soon as he could. She promised to call him if anything went south with her mother and the coup. All he could do now was pray. To whom? He didn’t know. The gods were all missing, and he doubted they could hear him, wherever they’d gone.
Brutus spent the rest of the day gathering information from the remaining men. All in all, only ten percent of the immortals had survived, but those individuals were now human. The human Uchben soldiers were all but wiped out. Their doctors, lawyers, and teachers—anyone who had not been on the front lines—were in good shape and stepping in to assist where possible. But, basically, the entire infrastructure the gods had built in order to assist humans at the drop of a hat was now a skeleton crew. At their own location, in Sedona, they had just under a hundred people.
Brutus went into the chief’s office to find out when he planned to leave, but instead found a note. Gabrán must’ve left that morning. He didn’t even say goodbye in person? After everything they’d been through together, it was shocking.
Brutus:
I am sorry, lad, to leave you like this, but I must. I have spent over six hundred years running from battle to battle, disaster to disaster, and all I have to show for it is a wee parcel of land and a pile of old stones that was once my family’s great castle. And now, I am out of time, with only forty or so good years left in me. I wish you all the luck in the world, my brother. But do not make the same mistake I did. Do not waste your entire life trying, wishing, and fighting to make the world perfect. ’Tis nay going to come. So let the younger ones pay their dues. Us old warriors deserve to find some peace.
Now piss off and get back to work!
—Gabrán
Brutus folded up the letter and shoved it into his pocket. Perhaps Gabrán was right. Perhaps it was time to shut it all down—the Uchben, their bases, the satellites, submarine factory, nuclear power plants, immortal roller rink, exotic creature petting zoo, and even the Randy Unicorn—the nightclub run by Forgetty and Belch. The gods had spent countless centuries building armies and infrastructure, doing everything in their power to keep humans safe from evil, only to land here with a Universe that kicked them out and humans who no longer believed in them. Hashtags and memes are the new gods now.
Yes, it was time to let go. Time to live his life and let the world, let mankind decide for itself what it truly wanted. If the Universe wanted the gods and other immortals to return, she would make it happen.
Brutus walked out into the control center, looking around the room at all of the mates who’d been left behind and had come to help—Emma, Ashli, Margarita, Rys (asshole), Roberto, Sadie, Penelope, Távas, Charlotte, Antonio, Margaret, and Tula. Then there were his men, his brothers, whom he greatly respected.
Brutus went to the front of the room and cleared his throat.
“Everyone, I want you all to know how much you have meant to me, but I have an announcement…”
Fina thought the return to the village had gone fairly smoothly. The group of ninety-four women, including herself, showed up and told the queen her reign was over. The queen and her five minions decided to jump into the pit of hellfire and die in “honor.”
No one stopped them.
Fina had to wonder, though. Why had her mother been so heartless and cruel? She didn’t seem to care about anyone or anything except her own power. That and terrorizing everyone to get what she wanted. In any case, the only sorrow Fina felt now was that her mother had thrown away a chance to be something more than an unloved queen. She could have been a real mother. And a grandmother.
Fina gazed into the bonfire and rested her hand on her belly.
Yes, Brutus had given her a wonderful gift, and now all the remaining women in the tribe would be having little warrior girls to carry on a new tradition. They would be pushed to expand their minds and know that no matter what, they were strong, they were loved.
“Hey, Fina. It’s for you!” One of her sisters came up and handed Fina the sat phone. Brutus had insisted she take it along with a solar-powered charger.
“Hello?”
“Hey, warrior princess.”
Brutus. The deep sound of his voice filled her heart. “Long time no talk, mister. And it’s warrior queen now—or as I like to call myself, benevolent ruler.”
“It’s only been a month. And you’ll always be Princess Fina to me—the woman who first saved my body and then saved my soul.”
She swooned on the inside, but held it in. She didn’t want to appear all gushy and weak around the others, who were surely eavesdropping from over in the grilling hut. They were having fish tonight. It made her think of Brutus. Because he’d caught her a fish that one time.
“Well, keep saying nice things and see where it gets you, warrior boy.” She smiled.
“I’m hoping it’ll get me in your pants.”
Fina suddenly noticed that the voice hadn’t come through the phone. She turned her head and found Brutus with a baby carrier strapped to his chest. The tiny furry faces of Señor Gato and Niccolo were peeking out.
Oh gods. So cute. It made her heart ache. The rest of him made her everything else ache.
She stared for a long moment and then… “Screw it! I don’t care if they see me gushing.” She ran and threw her arms around his neck, careful not to squish the furbabies. She pressed her lips to his. “I missed you!”
“And I missed you.” He banded a strong arm around her waist and kissed her again.
Little snickers and awwws broke out from the communal hut.
“Hello, ladies,” Brutus called out to the women. “How are we all feeling?”