Sword of the Beast - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The beast sat back and watched the car burn. The lost college students that had been its passengers had provided a slightly better chase than they had expected, but not an overly long one. The two men were disposed of quickly. He had thrown the brunette to the pack and kept the blonde for himself. The leggy beauty had proved mildly diverting as he forced his massive cock into every one of her holes while he watched her go from terror to shock to denial to a final stunned acceptance of her new reality. She had thought she had lived in a sane, rational world, a world without monsters. He loved showing such people the depth of their error, and he had prolonged the end until she had fully realized it. Unlike his brethren, who had finished with the brunette rather quickly, he maintained enough self-control even in this shape to keep his playthings unbroken for a while.

However prolonged, of course, the end had been the same, and her body had satisfied him in one last way. There is little as satisfying as a good meal after a good fuck, he thought as he used a shattered bone to pick a scrap of cloth from his teeth. If only the chase had been as satisfying...

Still, we have had worse evenings, he thought. The girl and her friends had been strong runners and even tried to fight in the end. Few of the local peasants even tried to fight or flee anymore, and most of the outsiders who stumbled into the mountains proved to be bewildered, easy prey. There was no challenge, no excitement. He needed better prey than this. But where can I find it?

The battered green Toyota pickup speeding through the jungle had seen worse days than this, but not many. No one would have called its owners cautious drivers, but even they would have never driven this narrow, pitted dirt track quite so fast.

Of course, the khaki-clad woman wrestling the steering wheel was not the owner. She was also not the owner of the contents of the knapsack on the seat next to her. Whether the very angry men who filled the vehicles she could see in the rear-view behind her were its owners was a matter of debate, but they appeared ready to press their claim most vigorously. Lady Alexa Cayne thought the grenade launchers were their most dangerous arguments, although the AK-47s would also make their point most effectively if she gave them an opening. She feared her two holstered 9 mms would be an inadequate rebuttal.

Then there was no more time for overextended metaphors as the truck hit a particularly serious bump and took to the air just as the green blur of the jungle gave way to the bright sunlight of a clearing. The teeth-rattling landing tore the rear bumper loose, but Alex just barely managed to keep control as she steered toward the already-running white turboprop parked on what the locals insisted on calling an airstrip. She ducked involuntarily as she heard the shooting start behind her.

And things had been going so well, she thought as she flipped a stray strand of red-gold hair from in front of her blue-green eyes. Her story that the diamond smuggler they'd been dealing with had been detained and had sent her in his place had been good enough to get her all the way into the rebel commander's tent, within a few feet of the item she'd come for. Of course, these helped, she thought, glancing down at her chest. A good pair of tits and a tight t-shirt will paper over a lot of holes in a story. And these shorts are probably shorter than strictly necessary...

It helped she'd gotten a fair amount of details about the rebels out of the smuggler himself in Brussels, before she'd arranged for his unfortunate detention. Unfortunately for her, when he'd told her about his little personal in-joke about Commander Lungada's artificial foot, he'd said it was the left one, not the right. To be fair, he was rather drunk, but if you can't trust a guy you picked up in a pub and fucked senseless to keep his facts straight, who can you trust? she thought.

She'd tried to laugh it off, but it was obvious she had stepped in it, so to speak, and everyone was a few seconds from going for their guns. There was nothing for it but to set off the smoke bomb in the money case, grab the item and run. Which brings us to now, she thought as a stray round took out the right rear view mirror.

Alex nearly rolled the truck with a violent right turn before grabbing the rucksack and leaping from her seat few yards from the open door of the running plane. Her long tan legs were pumping wildly as soon as she hit the dirt, quickly covering the space. The first of her pursuers were halfway across the field and firing wildly as she grabbed an offered hand and pulled herself into the plane. The plane was in motion almost before she could grab the door handle, and she was barely able to close it before the plane lifted from the ground and tumbled her and the tall black business-suited man who had helped her in back into the faux-leather seats.

Alex turned to look out the window and flinched as bullet spiderwebbed the glass. She heard the thunk of another shot impacting the fuselage, but the rebels were soon lost to sight as the pilot banked and climbed out of range.

By the time the plane leveled out and she turned to look at her seatmate, he had already opened the rucksack and was looking inside. "You got it!" he exclaimed, holding up the iron idol.

Alex struggled to remember his name. John...something. A...junior presidential aide, maybe? Her government go-between, anyway. Easy enough on the eyes.

"This is wonderful!" he said. "It's not just a historical artifact, it is a symbol of kingship for our people! The rebels truly believed they were invincible while their leader held it. And by making such a show of recovering it you've made it harder to claim he still has it! That was brilliant! "

"Ah, yes, it was brilliant of me, wasn't it?" Alex quickly answered.

"This won't end the war, of course," he went on, failing to catch her tone. "But once word spreads there'll be defections and dissention in the ranks. We have a real chance of peace now, thanks to you! We can't thank you enough!"

Eyes like a kid on Christmas, Alex thought, as she stretched. Very nice eyes. One hand reached up and let down the ponytail she had put her shoulder-length hair into to keep it out of the way as she felt the familiar sensation of the post-action adrenaline high shifting into another emotion, another need. He really was a handsome man, and from what she could feel during their little tumble she could imagine what kind of body he had under that suit. "I could think of a way you could express your gratitude," she said, her voice low.

"Well, your fee has been deposited, of course, and we were certainly grateful that you offered us something of a, um, discount," he babbled on. "Our government's financial situation is not the best these days, it will be better soon, perhaps..."

"Oh, money was never the issue," Alex interrupted. She leaned back in a slow, sensual stretch and began to pull her t-shirt over her head. "I charge what I do so people will take me seriously. The challenge is the important thing. One of the important things."

"And, of course, any support we can lend to any, uh, future endeavors..." the aide's voice trailed off as he watched Alex's shirt come off. His eyes widened as he stared at her, then glanced toward the cockpit door. "Wait, um, the pilots..."

"Are busy," Alex said as she grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. "They can wait their turn," she said as she came up for air. There was a noticeable lack of hesitation as she went back for a second kiss, and none whatsoever as she reached down to unbuckle his pants. He stood up and turned toward her as his pants to fell to his ankles, giving Alex the opportunity to shimmy out of her own shorts. His cock sprang free of his shorts and Alex licked her lips in anticipation and arched her back to unsnap her white sports bra. Her other hand found the lever to recline the seat, and she fell back as her bra fell free.

John stepped up between her spread legs as she kicked off her shorts and panties, and Alex took the opportunity to sit upright and take his dark, hard cock into her cleavage. Bringing her hands up to press her breasts against the sides she leaned down to give the tip a playful lick, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. She leaned down to brush her lips against it, and John gave a louder groan as he pulled himself reluctantly back. Alex fell back and gripped the hand rests as he seized her hips, and arched her back as he thrust himself into her already-wet pussy. A shudder passed through her body at the sensation, and she suppressed a moan. While truth be told she didn't care who heard and felt horny enough to take on the pilots and anyone else who might care to join in, John seemed the type to get spooked by that sort of thing. And a cock in the hand is worth two in the...bush? Must be a better proverb for this situation...

Her proverbial thoughts scattered as John leaned down, dragging his tongue across an erect nipple before his lips closed around the other one. She suppressed another moan. Then he was leaning back, pulling her hips up to meet his faster thrusts, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the moment. Alex raised her legs and crossed them behind his lower back as her athletic body began to match his thrusts, pushing back as her own excitement built. He smelled of tasteful aftershave and paperwork. She reckoned she must smell of sweat and excitement. He certainly wasn't complaining about it.

Alex's hands clamped the armrests and she bit her lip as she came, and she felt John shudder as he felt her pussy contract around his cock. His hands gripped her hips harder as he pulled her closer, thrust harder, until his eyes rolled back and he came with a low moan. Alex shuddered as she felt his hot cum squirt inside her.

Alex stretched back and looked over with a lazy smile as John collapsed, panting and pantsless in the seat beside her. "I think that adequately balances the account, thank you," she said. "How long to the capital?"

"Um, I think an hour, maybe?" John panted.

Alex smiled wider. "Then I think you should have time to earn some credits against future charges," she said.

Continued in Chapter 2