Heat (47 page)

The Dark Man came for him, smiling that half-sided, easy-going smile. He hunkered down and extended that awful clawed hand, punching through Fat Joey’s gag with a tolerant air.

“I never touched her,” Fat Joey said, the words tumbling out as though sprayed from a hose. “I never touched her, not once, I never did.”

The Dark Man was nodding, and Fat Joey felt hope, thin and fragile, trying to find a gripping place in his heart. “I know you didn’t,” the Dark Man said, and suddenly showed his sharp teeth in a demon’s smile. “That just means I kill you fast.”

R
aven sat on the edge of a booth table, her legs dangling off the floor and hands clasped between her tightly-together knees. She kept catching her reflection in the window and it bothered her. She looked like a delinquent child outside the principal’s office, one that had finally had all the rebellion scared out of her.

She was watching Kane work his little lab. He’d filled his fourth ampule and stopped there, with four bikers and the women still to go. Of the women, he’d killed only one outright, the one Raven’d had to go down on, tasting sour sex and curdled cum and the reeking meat of her until she thought she’d pass out and die. Now the woman was dead, piled with the others behind the bar.

Twice, someone new had come to the bar. Both times, Kane had watched them through the window, and then showed them his gun when they opened the door and ordered them to lie down. Both times, the bikers had tried to reach for weapons and had their head air-conditioned for their trouble. They were also behind the bar.

The sun was going down. Raven watched the sky change color through the grimy window over Kane’s broad shoulders. She tried not to see her reflection in the glass. It was getting harder and harder to recognize herself. Better to look at Kane.

He had glanced back at her now three times and finally he said, “This is going to take a while. Come and blow me and then get some sleep.”

Raven slid off the table, looking over the captive women as she passed them. Kane noticed the path of her eyes and chuckled, putting his tools aside and turning in his chair to open his thighs to her.

“I’m going to scan them,” he said dryly. “But I won’t hold my breath while I do. If one of them is clean—” He snorted to show the likelihood of this. “—or can be cleaned, I can let you rest for what remains of your…” He sought the word, scowling.

“Period,” she supplied, still unsure.

“But if they all have to die…” He shrugged. “Your mouth is almost as good as a fuck. Better in some ways.”

“You’re not—” She tried to clamp down on the rest of that, but he looked at her sharply and she reluctantly finished. “Not going to replace me?”

“Replace you,” he stated, and cracked a thin smile while she hunted for a way to translate that. “Why would I do that? I just got you the way I want you.” He trailed his eyes with relish down her naked breasts to her skirt, glanced dismissively at the other women, and then back at her, sliding one hand up her thigh to hook a claw through her clit ring and tug lightly. “If I could wait…what? Five days?”

“Four or five.”

“Then I would.” He tugged again, then released her and rubbed one palm restlessly over the taut bulge his clothes restrained. “But I’m not going to wait if I don’t have to. Not if I can throw a fuck into one of these
ichuta’an
until I can have you again. And have you the way you are.” He cupped her sex again, hungrily staring as though he could see right through her skirt to her pussy and admire it, ringed all around with steel. “The way you are,” he murmured. “The way I made you.”

She smiled hesitantly and let him draw her a little closer, holding very still as he moved his hand with his lethal claws over and around the folds of her pussy. Relief and gratitude, spiced by new confidence in her position as still belonging to him, made her close her eyes, even rock a little with his movements. She brushed one hand over her breasts, her nipples permanently hardened by steel, and sighed.

“That’s enough,” he growled, but he sounded as if he might be smiling.

He gave her a gentle tug and she went to her knees, carefully avoiding the sticky puddles of blood around his chair. He was smiling, she saw, showing his fangs as he played with the tips of her hair and watched her unfasten his pants. She lubed him with her tongue, licking and rubbing to work the moisture in, and felt him swelling even more in her grip. She’d had so many dicks in her mouth today, it was privately a little amazing to her that she could work up anything like enthusiasm for this, but there was nothing in the world so arousing as kneeling in a bloodbath and hearing the killer say that you were special and still worth keeping.

“Go a little slower,” he murmured. His hand came up to lie heavy on her head. “I want to feel what you can do.”

Raven was marginally unnerved by this deviation from the norm, but cautiously jubilant at the same time. She could give damned good head, although she’d gotten used to the way he seemed to like, rough and fast. She began to tongue lightly at his glans and stroking down the shaft to massage at the place his balls would be if he were human, unsure whether this were what he meant or not. She could never quite relax when he wasn’t hurting her. Not that she liked pain, although she’d put up with it in the past if the ends were lucrative enough. No, it wasn’t that she wanted to be hurt, it was just that she knew where she stood when Kane hit her. When he didn’t, it was nerve-wracking—was she doing something right, or was he just ignoring her?

Raven began to throat him, hesitant at first as she took his girth, but she’d long ago learned the trick of suppressing her gag reflex and so even if she couldn’t take him all right away, she could take a lot. She made swallowing motions, squeezing his thick base and he put his head back and groaned, flexing his powerful thighs around her ribs.

She released him, nipping at the head of his dick before bending over him, lapping at the sweat pouring down his chest and stomach as she massaged his cock.

“Do that again,” he hissed. “With your throat.”

She swallowed him obediently, gulping around his shaft as she squeezed and pulled at the base. She was rewarded with a raspy “Haaaah” of pleasure from Kane, who kneaded at her hair with his careful claws.

Raven could hear, beyond the wet sounds of her work and Kane’s grunting growls of pleasure, the quiet sobbing cries of captives muzzled by duct tape. She pulled back to look over her shoulder, rubbing her fist up and down with one hand while tracing the alphabet on his glans with the thumbnail of her other. She tried to find it in her to be sorry for them, but felt only a shivering relief in the knowledge that she would be saved.

The two hookers were facing each other, both weeping, pressing their bound hands together in a captive’s embrace. The biker chicks, by contrast, were staring back at her—the redhead wide-eyed and pale with shock, the blonde with narrow concentration, as though studying for a test.

Raven heard a rumble of throaty laughter and looked up into Kane’s pleasure-darkened eyes, now cat-narrow and content. He, too, was looking at the women, although his hand still combed down Raven’s hair.

“When I send you to sleep,” he remarked, amused. “I believe I am going to hear an offer of the best fucking humans can give.” He hissed sharply and looked at her hands, adding, “Which, if I do in fact receive, I may be astonished enough to let the
ichuta’a
live. You can’t imagine how good that feels, with five fingers. Put your mouth on me, Raven.”

Raven rolled her shoulders back to come at him from an angle and sucked him in all the way, until her lips locked around his base. She swallowed and pumped him, swallowed again several times as fast as she could, until he began to spasm and she pulled back, sucking the cum from his cock and letting it drool down from the corners of his mouth to stimulate what he called his ‘true’ cum. She’d gotten quite good at this, at closing both fists around his shaft and milking him in rhythm so that she could drink him without gagging on the flood of it until his body could react to the stimulant in his spend.

“Tell me,” she gasped between mouthfuls. “Tell me when, and you can have my ass.”

“Isn’t that…bad for your period?” he asked, his reluctance belied by the clenching excitement in his hands.

“Yeah,” she lied, sucking harder. “But I want it. I want you. I’ll risk it.”

He hissed between his teeth, was silent as he pumped out another three spurts of cum. Then, “I just got you the way I want you—Unh! I don’t want to break—break you!
Chok
, that’s nice! All right! But I’m going to be pissed if you die. Get up, right now!”

He hauled her up by the arm and swung her around, growling as he fisted his own dick, as if it hurt not to have her there, even the instant it took to place her against the booth table. She felt his claws pricking at her hips as he spread her cheeks and pushed his slick cock slowly into her. He groaned, bent to rest his full weight on her, and took several ragged breaths. Then he reared back and fucked her in earnest, banging the table into the wall with every thrust, pushing her breath from her body in low grunts which he apparently took for pleasure. He drove at her harder, faster, and she heard what might have been a part of her name in his roar of release as his cum coated her bowels.

He shuddered and bent, gasping, and lay his head on her shoulders. “Raven,” he said, laughing a little as he lay atop her. “I’m taking you with me when I go. If I never see Jota, if I never have Heat again, I can’t imagine the rest of my life without a fuck that fine.”

He nuzzled at her hair briefly, then straightened, slapping her flank stingingly but with affection, and bound himself up again. “Now go sleep. I’ll need you ready when it’s time to go.”

Raven went to the dank bathroom in the back of the bar to clean up and when she came out, Kane was injecting his scanner into one of the females, leaning back on his haunches to study the results. The hooker who was his object of consideration was sobbing into her fists. She screamed when he gripped her hair, but at least she died right away when he harvested her. It was just too awful when they didn’t.

Raven lay down in a booth and watched. The second hooker ended up the same as the first, which left Kane with the two bikers. He sat and considered them, then punched a hole in each of their duct tape gags.

“You’ve got plenty of poison in you,” he said, and rested his eyes on the one with red hair. “But there’s something strange in your blood, something I don’t recognize, and there isn’t much I can’t recognize. What can you tell me?”

“I’m pregnant,” the biker said.

“What?”

“Pregnant,” she said again.

Kane rubbed a little at the bridge of his nose and sighed, then hauled back his hand and slapped her, hard enough to flip her from her knees onto her side. “I heard you the first time. Tell me what it means.”

The redhead started sobbing. “I don’t know how!”

“It means she’s cooking up a baby,” said the other.

Kane looked at her, and Raven recognized the gleam of early impatience in his eyes. “She’s what?”

“A baby human,” the blonde said. “You know, baby? You fuck, you get a baby?”

“A b—Ah. I see. Baby.” Kane examined the scanner again. “That explains it. Hm.” He punched at the keys of his little computer, probably updating his program.

“Please,” the redhead whimpered. “Please, mister—”

“Be quiet,” Kane said absently. “Let me think.”

“I’ll do anyth—”

He cracked his hand across her again and she screamed and began to sob louder. Kane closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, grim and set with determination, and hit her again, harder. The redhead stuffed her fists in her mouth and cried quietly. Kane eyed his weeping victim and then returned his attention to his monitor.

“Raven, are you asleep?” he asked, raising his voice only a little.

“Not yet.”

“Come and find out about this baby. How…soon it is…How old it is.”

Raven got up and eased over to sit on the redhead’s other side as Kane turned his attention to the blonde.

“This is the part where I offer you the best fuck of your life,” the blonde said seriously.

Kane formed a thin smile.

“Look, I’m not going to play you,” said the blonde biker. “I do a lot of dope and as much coke as I can, and I’ve probably got the clap. But I will fuck you. I’ll fuck you until you scream. I’ll fuck you until you make me scream. I’ll fuck you any way you want. I’ll drink your piss if you want me to. I saw you looking at your girl and Rosie Harper. If you want, you can fuck me while I eat her out. Or we can do each other sixty-nine. We can take you together if you want. You’ve never fucked Earther until you’ve had a tit-rub. Swear. You can pierce me. You can pierce me yourself. You can cum all over her and I’ll lick it off her if you want. Just let me live, okay? Just let me live.”

“Dope, coke, clap,” Kane echoed, and reached for his scanner. “The drugs can be cleaned. This…clap…that too can be cleaned, but it will take longer. And I am not inclined to wait.”

But Raven shrewdly noted that Kane didn’t simply kill her. He leaned on his arms, still smiling. ‘Convince me,’ his posture said, and the blonde biker spoke posture pretty well.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she said intently. “I’ll do anything. I’ll get down in that blood and suck you off right now. I’ll suck
him
off, if you want me to.”

Kane glanced at the dead biker when she pointed and said ‘him’, and his smile became a little wider. He looked back at Raven, considering her, and then down at his scanner.

The blonde was silent, unblinking. The only sound was Raven’s own low voice whispering to the redhead, and the redhead’s hushed weeping.

“I believe I can work with you,” Kane said at length. “I can fuck you for a few days at least. That is your only purpose, and it doesn’t necessarily mean that you will live to see the back of me. Give me your arm.”