M/M erotica, sci-fi
When Pingucury raiders attack their rig, hunky roughneck clone foreman Iker and his equally buff pal Peregrine are forced to flee. The friends encounter Ohannes, a sweet and submissive pleasure clone who offers them shelter.
Sometimes the raiders’ only goal was to steal the raw Gaccov brought to the surface by the Hangiri rig, but this lot also had bloodshed as their goal judging by their impassioned pursuit of the departing roughnecks.
“Scatter!” Iker ordered his team. “Try to keep them away from the settlements. Where the hell are the damn Xawei? They need to do their jobs and protect our people!”
“Drunk or fucking horny Gaccov execs with a uniform fetish, I imagine,” Peregrine mused. “Let’s make for that abandoned homestead to the North. Maybe there are old animal blankets or some hay in that stable to hide the chops under.”
Uniform fetish? That's a new one on me, but I imagine it really exists.ReplyDelete
Sounds like they're on their own, and must hurry.ReplyDelete
I'm thinking they'll find more than animal blankets and hay . . .ReplyDelete
A lot of emotion in this scene. They'd better run. You're building a lot of conflict in this world. :-)ReplyDelete
Planning on the run! A dramatic snippet, enjoying the story...ReplyDelete
Very interesting. I like how you let the reader know what Xawei are in the next sentence, without explaining. Nice job with "foreign" words.ReplyDelete
Interesting bit. Sounds like they're in dangerReplyDelete
A group that has bloodshed as their goal - is not a good thing.ReplyDelete
A uniform fetish? LOL>ReplyDelete