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.
Peregrine Cenric Varga knew trouble was coming when he heard the deafening roar of multiple motors and saw the dust cloud obscuring the setting suns on the horizon. The muscular 55-year-old roughneck clone turned to his foreman, 59-year-old Iker Mehmûd Macauley, who was looking through his binoculars at the approaching Pingucury raiders.
“Any chance for defense?” Peregrine inquired.
“Negative,” Iker replied, shaking his head. “We need to scatter to the four winds and hope that the military was prepared for this. I would have protested assignment to Igrobos had I known that we would be facing constant attacks from the Pingucury. I’m a simple Hangiri clone rigger, not a fucking career soldier or military clone.”
Iker gave his crew the signal to abandon the Hangiri rig, and the men hurried to their hover-chops, putting as much distance between them and the raiders as possible. The Pingucury were infamous for their brutality to captives.
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.”
“I hope that there’s a reasonably comfortable and well-hidden cellar to camp in until the threat has passed,” Iker mused. “Preferably one with rations and booze.”
The men cut the lights on their hover-chops and set the engines to coast. They cruised over the dry fields to the stable, where they parked the vehicles and covered them with old blankets and hay. They focused their attention on finding a hiding place.
“Ike, we ain’t alone,” Peregrine whispered. “There’s someone up in the loft.”
“Shit! Well, we’d better bring ‘em with us before they have a chance to get themselves and us captured by the Pingucury. That’s the last fucking thing I need is a scared civvy to babysit. Anyways, I hope that it’s a civvy and not a nest of Pingucury.”
Iker climbed the ladder to the loft with Peregrine close behind. The men drew their plasma pistols, setting them to stun.
“Come on out, we ain’t gonna hurt ya,” Iker called quietly. “But we all need to find a better place to hide and quick. The Pingucury are closing in, and they don’t care much about the Uturn Convention rules for treatment of prisoners.”
Intriguing. And different.ReplyDelete
Sexy military sci-fi--that's a new genre for me! Best of luck with your book.ReplyDelete
You have a great imagination, Cie!ReplyDelete
Looking forward to hosting you next week.
I found this interesting how you mixed military sci-fi with erotica.ReplyDelete
2 big rough men and one smaller submissive pleasure-clone? Sounds like the recipe for some sexy times!ReplyDelete
I don't get to read sci-fi that often and I enjoyed this snippet.ReplyDelete
Those Pingucury sound scary.ReplyDelete
Love the military culture underpinning their relationship. Fun snippet.ReplyDelete
From the blurb, I suspect I know who the lurker in the loft is.ReplyDelete
Interesting scene,and a nice scare factorReplyDelete
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