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fallen from the grace of Gaia in the gore and fight for their survival. If
possible, Ryan would never kill again, but simply live in peace. It was an
impossible dream, but she knew he would never stop searching for some small
corner of the world to call home, where edible crops grew in clean soil, and
people didn't need to carry blasters every minute of the day and night. Truly
an impossible dream, but it was infinitely more than most dared to even hope
for.
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Dropping the towel, Krysty placed a slim knee on the mattress, and he came
awake instantly. There were no jerky movements or gasps of surprise, no
outward signs at all that anything had changed. But the woman knew he was
fully awake now, had already cataloged they were alone in the officers'
barracks, and was listening to her gentle breathing.
"Tired, lover?" she asked, sliding across the bed-sheet.
Turning over, Ryan glanced at the nude redhead sitting on the edge of the
military bed. He recognized the expression in her face, and the way her
animated hair was moving slowly about her face. She was the most beautiful
woman he had ever been with, and the deadliest. Ryan knew that he more than
loved the woman.
There were no words that could adequately express what he felt for her, and to
try would only be an insult. When something like that occurred, both people
simply knew it all the way down to their bones. There were no questions, no
rules.
As she crawled toward the supine man, her full breasts swinging from the
motion, he immediately began to get hard under the blankets.
"Never that tired," he answered, pulling the covers away.
The redhead took his cock in both hands and gently stroked until he was fully
erect. Rising on an elbow, Ryan reached out for her, but Krysty pushed him
down again.
"Me this time," she said, straddling the man. He could feel the heat of her
pussy as she rubbed it against his shaft, the moisture and curly hair an
electric combination.
Ryan ran his hands freely over her body as the woman rubbed closer and harder
against his shaft until deliciously engulfing it. The hot confines of her
tight pussy fueled his desire, then her special muscles contracted in a
swirling motion about his cock, lifting and caressing as she moved back and
forth, up and down, in a passionate rhythm. Only the sound of their breathing
filled the room for several minutes.
Gently, Ryan pulled her close, her full breasts falling warm and heavy across
his bare chest. They kissed, tongues intertwining madly, savoring the taste of
each
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other. Her red filaments laced with his black hair as the man and woman shared
breath, their hearts wildly pounding. Then Ryan grabbed her around the waist,
pinning Krysty in that position as he started pumping hard and fast, using his
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thighs to drive his cock into her at greater and greater speeds.
"Gaia!" she gasped, biting a lip, galvanized by the overpowering sensations.
"Yes, lover! Yes!"
Their bodies gleaming with sweat, Ryan rode the woman from the bottom,
maintaining the motions until Krysty trembled all over, her pussy convulsing.
He thrust hard one last time, filling her completely, each lost in the sensual
world of physical pleasure, and for a few precious moments, there was no world
outside of their arms.
Back arched, hair splayed, Krysty waited for the tingling of the orgasm to
pass when there was a sound at the door. They both drew blasters and swung the
weapons toward the portal, then relaxed when they heard the telltale step-and-
click of Doc walking by, using his swordstick.
"Want to go eat now?" Krysty laughed softly, placing the blaster aside and
nestling against the big man's chest.
"Later," Ryan answered, rolling over and placing the woman on a clean area of
the bedsheets.
Lustfully, Krysty raked his back with her nails, as he spread her smooth legs
wide and slide inside the hot satin once more. Their bodies moving together as
one, each was lost in his or her own private world of joyful passion and
affection beyond the limitations of words.
SEVERAL LARGE-CALIBER machine guns fired nonstop, the burning tracer rounds
forming dotted lines through the nighttime sky over Shiloh ville as the
rooftop weapons cut down the muties crawling over the stone block wall in
every direction.
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"They're everywhere!" a blue shirt shouted, running from the front gate. A mob
of muties was on the other side of the steel bars, reaching for him with claws
and tentacles. It was worse than any nightmare. He fired his blaster at the
inhuman creatures, and a few dropped, but others fought to get closer.
A winged mutie landed on top of the wall and was cut down by machine-gun fire,
the heavy rounds slamming the body back into the darkness.
Slinking from the gap was a pack of cougars, their fur changing color to match
anything they were near. Their fur was cut by the sharp coils of concertina
wire, droplets of clear blood oozing from the wounds. Snarling, they converged
on a sec man struggling to clear a jam in his blaster. Flesh was bitten off in
bloody gobbets, the high-pitched screaming only lasting a few moments as they
ate the man alive.
Then the roar of an engine split the night, and a Hummer charged into view,
plowing through the catlike muties, their bodies smashed against the steel
fenders with sickening crunches. One survived the attack, and leaped inside to
savage the driver. The blue dragged out a handcannon in time blow off its
face. Shoving the
Hummer into gear, he sped away, leaving the other men behind.
Small-arms fire peppered the darkness, then the steady chatter of a
large-caliber machine gun ripped the attackers to pieces. Dozens of muties
died, but the rest spread throughout the base, hooting wildly as they latched
upon anybody who got close. Fangs were buried in throats, tongues licking up
the hot spurts of blood.
The sec man fired from doorways, from between buildings. The dead and the
dying were lining the streets, but the muties kept coming, wave after wave, in
countless numbers. And as an ammo clip became exhausted, another norm fell
screaming to the ground as his flesh was consumed before his heart had time to
stop beating.
Inside the armory, sec men fired volleys through slim notches cut in the thick
walls. In the shadows of the night, it was difficult to tell their own men
from the muties, and often they didn't pause but fired anyway. Sometimes it
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was a bestial scream, occasionally a human cry of pain.
"Sir, the fuckers are everywhere!" a sec man panted, thumbing fresh rounds
into
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an exhausted clip. He slammed the magazine into his weapon and worked the
bolt, chambering a round. Then he started to load a second clip. A case of
7.62
mm ammo was at his boots, and two more full of grens were on the table for
easy access. The door was barricaded with the heavy oak throne, and the window
shutters closed for the storm were now nailed tight into place.
"Keep shooting," Sheffield snapped, opening a third case of grens. He cast
aside the wood slats and ripped off the protective plastic sheeting with bare
hands.
"Any flamethrowers?" Collette asked, tossing more wood into the fireplace. The
flames licked high up the flue, and something nosily clawed away from the
flames.
"No," he spit angrily, stuffing his pockets full. "We used them up in the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]