Page 30 of The Blind Hordesman

“I am not.”

“You are, and you will feel it soon. You’re thinking up what to lie about next, and I am telling you, I will not stop until I know, and especially now that you’ve expended such an effort not to tell me. Then, when you tell me the truth, I will stroke your pussy. It needs stroking. It’s talking to me, saying all kinds of nice things.”

I reach into my overalls and tug his wrist, wanting to remove his hand, but he won’t move it and catches mine instead. He presses my palm against my belly and pushes it down, into my panties, where he moves my fingers against my clit, sometimes dipping them inside, but not too far so that it doesn’t fill me. “I will thank your daddy for leaving me his virgin daughter right before I end him.”

“Can we not talk about him right now?”

“Sure, baby. But I like to talk, so let’s talk about you.” He strokes me faster.

I tilt my head back, then front, remembering I can’t lean against him. He probably senses I want to, because he pulls me back, and the moment my back connects with his front, he grunts. I scoot forward and away and effectively slide his finger into my hole. Sighing, I close my eyes. “Yes, Seer,” I whisper.

“That’s just a finger. Imagine what my knot is gonna do. Oh, Kiki, it makes me hard just thinking about knotting you. I’m gonna blow up inside this pussy.” He pushes his big finger farther into me. “It’s so tight that I’m gonna have to make it fit. I like forcing things to fit where they don’t fit, stretching possibilities, pussies, imaginary kings into submission.” Seer pushes his finger in deeper, and I rub my clit with my fingers when he clicks his tongue. The hound breaks out into a run. I hold the rooster with one hand; the other, I use to get myself off. My orgasm is forced and powerful, and liquid heat gushes out, soaking my pants. I lose all sense of space or time or control over my body and slump against him.

Abruptly, the hound halts, and I hurtle forward, hand extended to prevent bumping heads with the hound.

“Are we here?” I ask.

Seer strokes my back. The hound makes a turn and runs back. “What’s going on?”

In a bed of snow stands Cockster, head tilted sideways, looking confused.

Seer chuckles. “You dropped the cock.”

Chapter 13

Seer

Seizing a hostile military town is never an easy feat. Seizing a hostile military town when one has a dysfunctional chest and gut armor is exceptionally adventurous. It’s a good thing I like an adventure.

A few miles away, I hear the groans of tech and moving vehicles, and smell the sea. We pause by the narrow river, and I leave my Omega on the hound and join the Warlords with the scout who traveled ahead of us. This scout is a human male, a former Marine I met during the occupation of Earth. Bernie tells us about the layout. There are two drone towers housing dozens of surveillance drones and the imposter’s Alphas, as well as a large Swarm army, maybe five hundred males. I have eighty-two Alphas in this unit, and the moment I hear the Swarm and Alpha numbers, I decide I need half my males. Protests start, and I assure the Warlords they will have plenty of time to fight later. This is more or less a personal mission. Destroying another of the imposter’s assets is a bonus.

I send two pairs of males to blow up the drone stations, hoping all the battle drones go down in the explosions. But I have to prepare in case they don’t. “Avoid the dark gray drones at all costs,” I say. “My armor isn’t healing right, and until the Teleans find a way to deal with this new weapon, we don’t engage. Understood?”

Grumbling.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Mm-hm.” I keep my ear on my Omega and anything in a one-hundred-foot radius of her, namely Alpha footsteps. I don’t believe anyone is stupid enough to approach her, but one never knows. “I will walk into the town and issue a challenge.”

“Alpha,” T-ne says, “we’re not dealing with Regha males here.”

“I know.” I pat his shoulder. “We’re dealing with cunts, and so whether nobody shows up for a challenge or an army shows up for a challenge, you come in. We kill them all, and my Omega will sort through the bodies to make sure the pack of five the imposter intended for her are dead. Otherwise, I’m gonna stroll in looking for five males. Once they’re dead, then pray to the Serpent that an army comes, and we do some killing too. Exciting, no?” Any Warlord, modern or ancient, worth his grain knows that attacking a military town takes a long time and inflicts massive casualties. Since the imposter has been avoiding me, I presume if I shouted a challenge at this doorstep, he would not accept. If I refused a challenge, my males would kill me themselves just for being a pussy. But his males have no brains to think for themselves, and those that do definitely don’t follow any kind of honor code. Not that I follow codes like, say, my uncle Tayseer, but I still have a reputation to uphold and certain promises to fulfill.

My unit disperses and surrounds the town. I’m left with a few males, four of which leave for the drone stations. The others stay standing. “Yes?”

“What about the Omega?”

“What about her?” I hear feet shuffling. My males are likely nervous to ask. “Spit it out.”

“What do we do with her?”

I almost laugh. For obvious reasons, we don’t keep Omegas in the ranks, and now that we have one, nobody knows what to do. “We do nothing with her. I’m gonna be doing things with her. That’s one. Two, I need her to identify the males.”

Behind me, a pop and a whoosh sound. Not just one Telean pod materializes, but several of them. Three to be exact. Dreikx is right on time. He couldn’t resist babysitting me. I return to my Omega and get a sack that’s strapped onto the hound, open it, and take out my bull-head helmet. I pat her head and slide the helmet on top of it. Next comes front and back metal armor, and I put it over her body. She’s as protected as she’s gonna get.

“Seer, what are you doing?”

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