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This place is absolutely stunning!
As a scavenger I've seen a great many places, even been on some alien planets. But this, this is entirely something else. The sky is a stunning blue and large swaths of rolling hills as far as the eye can see. Some small settlements with crumbling structures are dotted around the landscape. The landscape seems barren from afar, but standing in the middle I notice the grasses are simply more sand colored. From our starship I've seen that the lands turn green further up north. I'd love to see those green places… But I'm here for a reason.
After the Lurkers had destroyed the Earth, gems and gold increased in value for there was no way to mine for more. The Captain told us the Ancient humans would store their precious metals and stones in vaults, and if we manage to get there first we'll be rich beyond our dreams. It's probably the only opportunity I get to rid myself of my indentured service.
Our team is eager to excavate. The Captain had invested in drilling and digging equipment, in hopes to do this as fast as possible, before the militia at the Dreadnought will find out and shoot us down. Those upper class assholes are keen to keep the riches of the Earth for themselves, already pretending the whole bloody planet is theirs.
The short range scans of our ship The Forager indicate that there are a lot of metals in this fortress. Metals like gold. We knew the gold would have been held in vaults under the dirt, but we also kind of hoped the 1000 years of irradiation had damaged it enough to make our work easier. Unfortunately, it seems that the dirt had only managed to conserve the fortress better than expected. After three days of backbreaking non stop work we are still not getting through the first wall of defense. The Captain is furious by our lack of progress.
Were at an impasse, the equipment we have is simply not strong enough to breach the fortress. Personally I think that the Captain was ripped off cus the drill that I had been forced to work with was at least as old as the Captain, and as well maintained. I glance at the man, short statured, greasy and rotund, wearing a stolen Captain’s vest with a great many stains on them.
The crew is heavily debating with the Captain what the best course of action might be. If they use the weapons of The Forager, the Dreadnought scouts are sure to notice. But if we take any longer, we are likely to be found out as well. My opinion in the matter is neither wanted or noted, as I am the only indentured servant on the ship. All others are free persons who have invested in this venture.
As the rest of the crew is distracted, I take a moment to wander off and find a spot to rest. I am exhausted. I lean back in a shaded spot and take a swig of the canteen I nicked from one of the lazier crew mates. He hasn’t even noticed yet, but I better take care to fill it up again, you never know when you’ll be in need of more water.
Alongside the buildings there are trenches that used to hold water, or maybe were used for drainage. I follow it and it leads me to a small lake. The water isn’t very clean, but the filter in the canteen will take care of it. I wash my hands and face while I’m at it, covered in dust and grime as I am.
There’s more actual plant life here and I sit down and take a moment to enjoy the view. There are little sprouts popping up everywhere around the lake. The leaves have a pale yellow color and I wonder at it. Is the heat or the rays of the sun too much for these plants? There is little to no shade at this spot. I lay down and stretch, my overworked muscles aching, looking up at the clear blue sky. This place looks like those only found in fantasy tales.
I must have dozed off, for I startle awake when I hear the engine of our spaceship revving up. They are leaving without me! Running quickly, I navigate in between the old buildings to the place where we had landed. The Forager is already rising above the buildings, its thrusters blowing dust everywhere. Skipping to a halt I watch in utter bafflement as the ship sets off.
Only then I realize that The Forager is not the only one in the sky. There are at least three military ships heading towards them. They are not fast enough. The Dreadnought ships fire and their aim is true, The Forager is hit several times and starts to fall out of the air. For a moment I wonder if they’ll manage to evacuate the ship, but then the whole thing explodes in the air. The Dreadnought ships don’t even change their course and fly right over my head to continue their journey.
Well… that was…certainly something. I’m not sure what I'm supposed to feel right now. I’m free, but I also have no means to survive. I stare at the burning pieces of The Forager still making its way to the Earth. I hold no love for the people that just died, and there’s nothing in The Forager that I’ll miss. Or anyone who might miss me.
First, I head back to the excavation site. They had left in such a hurry that all the equipment is still there. I grab a backpack, rations, another canteen, and a jacket that is way too large for me, but will cover me just fine in the night. I’m still looking for something that I could use as a weapon when I hear a ship incoming. No doubt the ship that had spotted them.
Quickly putting the items in the backpack I start running for cover. My muscles ache fiercely but I push through and manage to find shelter before the ship appears overhead. I hear the ship stalling and preparing to land at the site where we were digging.
My shelter will not hide me for long but I struggle to decide where to run to. Should I keep to the buildings or find water? There's no guarantee that any place that holds flowing water also has shelter. These structures are certainly without food or water and are crumbling. Thinking back at the open lake I realize that it's more likely for me to find food where water is, and that ends up being the deciding factor.
Recalling the green lands beyond the rolling hills I figure out that way is as good as any. Green surely indicates an abundance of water. Quickly I climb up a building that looks study and try to see which way I need to go. By the time I've climbed back down the soldiers have landed at the site. Stealth is of the essence now, if they find me I'll just gun me down. No one gives a damn about some Slag like me.
Thankfully the soldiers are loud in their investigation of the site so I silently make my way through the buildings. As long as I keep the Mountain to my right I should be able to head towards the green in the distance.
When I reach the edge of the town I decide to wait for nightfall. Up ahead are only open fields so if they are looking they'll spot me easely. There is enough distance between me and the dig site and as long as I give them no reason to investigate I should be safe here.
In the cover of darkness I pull on my large jacket and start walking through the fields. With some amusement I realize I've never been planet side this long before. When I was younger I used to dream of a life outside loud metal ships. And in all honesty the reality of living on the planet side is not so bad. The enormous endless expanse of fields are as amazing as it is intimidating. There is so little sound and the air is so...fresh!
I grin, hurrying my pace. I hope to reach the greens by first light and find some shelter. I still have enough food and water to last me until then. It is not nearly as dark as I would have expected it to be, the light of the stars and moon shine bright enough for me to easily see where I'm heading. It's kind of romantic, and I sing quietly to myself to keep me going.
It is not until noon that I reach my destination. I've been lucky and no plane passed me by. The greenery goes from taller grass, to shrubbery to trees, so many trees. I've never seen anything like it and it’s beautiful. Unfortunately this also makes it more difficult to traverse through it and almost impossible to be quiet about it. Exhaustion sets in and I struggle to keep on going.
While filling the canteens at a creek I spot the most curious thing. Further along, right at the bottom of the hill there’s a door… It’s well hidden by the natural growth and I would not have seen it had I not been crouching down. Maybe part of a structure that once stood there? But there’s growth all around and there doesn’t seem to be any rubble of neglected structures.
Cautiously walk to the door in the hill and inspect it. It looks a lot like the kind of doors we used in old fashioned starships, the ones that are airtight. Turning the wheel around, I unlock the door, it opens without making a single sound. There’s a circular room, completely dark and in the meager light that the door lets in I can tell the ground is covered in debris. There are some alarm bells going off in my tired brain. There’s no reason that there is any debris or vines in this room…they were brought in…traps perhaps? If so they must be protecting the real entrance somewhere. It’s dark and I end up walking along the walls when I suddenly feel an indentation, a door handle. I slot my hand in it and pull, and it opens up.
It reveals a small hallway and lights immediately turn on, blinding me for a hot minute. There’s a stairwell going down and I follow it, surprised to see it’s all completely intact. The stairwell go’s down about 4 levels before it stops at a set of doors. And behind those doors, more doors. I’m tired and I don’t know what to do at this point. Now I’m just randomly opening doors, lights springing on whenever I open up a room. The rooms are neatly ordered and not a spec of dust.
Wandering around I finally find the place I was looking for. This is clearly a bedroom. The room is not very large, but the ground is covered in mattresses, blankets and furs. There is a nest structure in the middle. I just let myself flop onto the nest. It’s super comfy and smells amazing. Just before I fall asleep my tired brain reminds me that it’s likely that whoever maintained this is still around, but I decide I’ll leave this place as soon as I’m rested.
Jyarka - Diamondback
My nest has been breached! The door to the trap chamber stood open upon my arrival, only a naga would have been able to open it. Slithering carefully I inspect my traps. There has been some disturbance but this naga must have been exceptionally small, for no trap has been activated.
Annoyed, I enter the room and close the door behind me. On touch alone I skillfully avoid the traps and enter the stairwell through the hidden doorway. There’s a new smell in the air, indicating the intruder is still here. Angered, I wonder who is stupid enough to try and take over my nesting grounds from me.
Without making a single sound I make my way down the stairwell and through the real entrance. I have to be conscious of my rattling tail, making certain I don’t give myself away in my annoyance. I don’t hear any movement and I flick my tongue to taste the air. The smell is stronger here. Wandering through the hallways it seems that the intruder lost their way in the labyrinth that is my lair. There is no logic in the hallways and rooms and that is by intention.
The scent is getting stronger and I’m shocked to realize this smell isn’t from a naga or an animal. It’s too sweet to be either of those. Weary, I keep following the trail the interloper has left. The trail ends at my nest. Whatever it is, it had the guts to invade my nest! Hissing I raise myself and puff out my chest, my tail rattling, as I enter my nesting room, determined to terrify the intruder.
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I cannot believe my eyes, it's a human! A female! Sleeping soundly in my nest.
Blinking my eyes I just cannot believe what I’m seeing, smelling. There had been rumors that there had been an unclaimed female at Zaku’s, but that's miles and miles away. Hovering right above her I cannot take my eyes off her. She looks small in my nest, but very content. She’s smiling and curled up around a blanket. Could I claim her? Had she claimed me by doing this? She chose my nest, was that not a sure sign of a claim?
I desperately want to touch her, but I also do not want to scare her. In the end I decide to surround her with my body, my tail carefully coiling around her, and keep watch. I’m curious what she’ll do when she wakes up. She must have known she was invading someone’s territory. Edging closer to her sleeping form I smell her hair. Oh, it's delightful. Underneath the smell of machine oil and dirt, there’s the clean smell of grass and blooming white flowers. The scent is comforting and after several hours of watching her I unwillingly fall asleep beside her.
I startle awake, she’s on top of me, not only that, my prick is stiff and has slipped out of its sheath. Her scent is everywhere and it’s clouding my mind. My body’s responding to her pheromones and I can feel my knot filling up with my seed. She’s grinding her core over my stem and I cannot help but buck against her, the feeling is amazing, but I want more.
As if she’s reading my mind she raises her arms and rids herself of the clothing that covered her torso. Her tits are now exposed in the open and fascinated I reach out almost immediately. There’s something sensual about them and I carefully fondle them, extracting a moan from my female. Grinning, I let my hands wander, taking in her expression. Her eyes are hooded, her mouth open and sighing with soft desperation. I can tell she’s feeling the same heat as I am.
Her soft mouth shifts in a grin as she reaches for me and kisses me with fervor. I let myself be pushed back to my nest as she takes charge. I’ve never kissed before but I adore her kisses. Her body is right on top of mine as she moves her mouth to my own. She breaks the kiss, to sit up and twist around to rid herself of the clothing covering her legs. I am stunned to see her completely naked and wanting before me.
Her bare cunt is sliding over my cock and I hiss as she rides my knot. The pressure of it is building fast and I moan loudly. She responds by lowering her body closer to my own, shifting up and down, her tits sliding over my torso, its nipples turning into pebbles. Her moans are muffled as she’s biting on her lip.
She lines up with my dick and the head is pressed against her entrance. I use all my leftover sanity not to buck into her and let her have her way. We moan in unison as she moves down onto my prick. The pointed head sliding in effortlessly into her warm and slick cunt. The walls of her sex surrounding me, the feeling is exquisite! She sits back and with some effort she slides down to my knot, halfway my dick. Her body is sweating and trembling in want. It’s a magnificent sight and I cannot take my eyes off her, my prick big enough to bulge out her abdomen.
She starts moving up and down on my stem and the pleasure builds. Moaning wildly I cannot help but spill into the wet embrace of her cunt. She moans with me and stops for a moment, clearly enjoying the feeling of my spill filling her walls and womb. Excess slick and my knot slightly deflating and she’s suddenly able to slide down further on my shaft, taking me in all up to the hilt. Her eyes and mouth are wide open in shock. She is so tight! I grab her hips and buck into her from underneath her and she bounces on my cock.
One of her hands is holding and kneading her tit, the other hand drifts to where we are joined, sliding her fingers over the very top of her slit. Her moans increase in pitch and I feel her cunt clenching around my dick. I can’t hold back, with a hiss I release an excessive amount of seed into her. She grinds into my cock one final time and screams her release. Her body tenses for a moment, eyes closed, mouth wide open in awe. She then lets herself fall forward, on top of me, my prick still buried deeply within her, spilling seed.
“Fuck” is the first thing she tells me.
Jyarka and his mate, drawn by me.