Doc

Terror stopped Doc and froze him in his tracks. The scene confronting him was one he’d seen before but never dreamed he’d see here. Not his home. Not his tribe.

It was daybreak, and the view of his village from the top of Elk Ridge had always made his heart beat a little faster. The prospect of being home, in his lover’s arms, had made the joy of returning a special occasion. Now, all he saw were smouldering piles of wreckage and bodies sprawled where they had no right to be. Bodies that, for a moment, he feared looking at too closely.

While his mind raced, he peered at those closest to him and tried to identify them. Unfamiliar faces, clothing he’d never seen before… He sighed, greatly relieved he didn’t recognise any of them. The few wooden buildings in the area leant precariously, one way or the other, and smoke rose in winding columns of dark grey from many of them. The breeze picked up, sending pale wood ash into the air, and a new flicker of fire flared up at the base of what had once been the trader’s cabin. The smoke drifted away from him, and Doc knew that was why he hadn’t heard or smelled anything on his way in. Rags and paper blew around the central meeting square, which was empty except for the fire pit and its pile of split wood still stacked neatly beside it.

He dropped the satchel filled with his doctoring tools and herbs to the grass and unslung his bow. It was a small affair, made of some mysterious alloy manufactured before the big war.  He’d discovered it in what remained of the old city to the north and found it easier to aim than the long bows he’d been using. With a great deal of practice, the small weapon had proven extremely accurate, and he rarely travelled anywhere without it. An arrow in hand, he automatically notched it but didn’t draw it back. When he leant down to pick up his satchel, he saw movement below and again froze.

Doc squinted, hoping to see Jazz crouched amid the piles of rubble. His mother and father would be there, and his sister Robin—unless they were dead. Just thinking about it made him cringe. The warriors, where were they?

He noticed several of the bodies ahead were very small. His stomach churned.

More movements below caught his attention. The familiar figure of a white-haired elder shambled out from under one of the heaps of debris. Each tribe in the region seemed to have at least one person who kept the histories of what had taken place over the last few centuries, passing on stories from one to the next. Seth was one of these ‘Rememberers’, keeping the records of their tribe. Being the oldest person, he’d lived through much of what needed recalling.

The wind turned, and Doc got his first whiff of the fire and of the burnt flesh. His belly rumbled. He swallowed bile and gagged.

Straightening up, he squared his shoulders and looked carefully around. The woods surrounding the village remained undamaged and quiet. There were a thousand places to hide. He watched for several heartbreaking moments, knowing he had to be sure those who’d attacked were gone before he ventured in.

When he was confident no one remained in hiding, he returned to the path leading down the hillside. His pace quickened until he was jogging. He scanned the brush on either side as he hurried on his way. Visions of the atrocities he’d seen, mingled with flashes of his family, and Jazz, his darling, sexy Jazz, leapt into his mind.

Jazz, the man he’d grown up with and had fallen head over heels in love with a handful of years ago, kept returning to his thoughts. If these were simply marauders, Jazz would have fought and probably died trying to protect the tribe. But if the attackers were after slaves or trade goods, the outcome might have been much different.

He thrust both of those thoughts aside. He couldn’t bear to think of Jazz dead. Captive or slave might be worse in some ways. Doc’s heart lurched. At least you’d be alive, my love.

“Just let it go,” he muttered under his breath. “Wait until you know what’s true.”

He knew his own advice made sense. Hell, he’d preached it enough to others. Until now, he’d understood the message—but never so deeply or how important it was to follow.

Nearing the outer edge of the village, he noticed the well and gave a huge sigh of relief. Undamaged. They would at least have clean water. He’d need it if there were survivors to care for. He prayed there’d be an ample supply of those.

He slowed his pace, unwilling to rush into the horrors he knew awaited. The smell of blood filled his nostrils, and he wished he could wake up from the nightmare.

Jazz

“But, I want to go with you two,” Zoe whispered into Jazz’s ear.

Jazz rolled over, taking the sexy, dark-haired woman into his arms. Doc’s warm butt pressed against his and he shuddered. Having two lovers, one male and the other a lovely femme, was about all the excitement one man could ask for—or take. He ran his nose along the soft curve of Zoe’s neck and whispered, “I know you want to come with us. But we all know the people in the village still need guidance. Doc trusts you to be able to handle them all. And he—”

“Yes, yes, I know. He needs you because you’ve been to the city before. You lived there. You know where to go, who to ask and all the rest of it.” A breath of frustration followed her small rant.

“You got it.” Jazz ran his hand down her back and kissed her upper chest. He continued to slip lower, taking a nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue across the puckered nubbin. Covering his teeth with his lips, he tugged at the turgid bit of flesh until she shuddered. He cupped her arse cheeks and pulled her closer, the slick wetness of her pussy anointing his newly roused erection with her juices as it slid between her thighs.

“It’s not fair,” she murmured, then kissed the top of his head.

He nodded but didn’t speak, too busy kissing his way across her chest to the other nipple. He tugged at it, knowing from their times together how much she loved nipple play. Only too willing to give her that pleasure, he’d added it to his repertoire and began many of their sessions toying with those taut morsels.

“I could help.” Her hips jerked against him, as if a shock had gone through her.

Behind Jazz, Doc shifted. A moment later, a warm gust of air wafted across Jazz’s arse. Hands—his lover’s—pried Jazz’s cheeks apart. A warm wet tongue slithered down the crack of his buttocks, zeroing in on his hole in record time. The soft tip flicked across the crinkled opening, quickly easing its way inside.

While his lover’s tongue drove him crazy with desire, Jazz increased his onslaught of nibbling and tugging on Zoe’s nipples. His cock pulsed and he pushed a little harder, seeking a refuge deeper between her thighs.

Lifting his lips from her breast, Jazz said, “You could help by taking my cock and moving it so I can enter you.” He gently thrust his hips back and forth. His thoughts reeled. Doc’s tongue slithered in and out of his arse, nearly driving him crazy with lust. When it pulled out and Doc moved away, Jazz could have snarled his frustration.

“Not yet, Zoe,” Doc said when he popped his head over Jazz’s shoulder.

“What the…?” Zoe’s voice came out harsh, but not with anger.

“Just a second,” Dock repeated and rolled onto his back.

Jazz sat up and looked down at his male lover—his other half, as he liked to think of him. He adored the man and, of course, Doc knew it. He’d told him often enough.

“Better make this good, babe. I’m ready to burst.” Jazz took hold of his erection and stroked it a few times—hard jabs that made him grit his teeth.

“Zoe, I want you to climb on top,” Doc instructed, holding his arms wide. “I want at those luscious tits.”

“You’ve got such a way with words, Doc.” Zoe clambered onto Doc’s body. She swung her leg over his hips but didn’t mount him immediately. Instead, she straightened up and said, “Show me how much you want me.”

“You’re crazy, sweetness,” Doc said, a mischievous smile on his face. He wrapped his fingers around his cock shaft and stroked himself. He wasn’t just teasing her—his torturously slow masturbation had them all eager in no time. Jazz loved seeing his man preparing himself for a good fucking. Zoe liked to tease them both, too, and had a way of getting them involved that amazed him.

Doc’s mouth sagged open and his hips thrust upwards, a sure sign he was more than ready. Jazz found his hand matched the pace of his lover’s and his hips mirrored Doc’s.

“Better get on soon, sweet cheeks, or I’m going to dive in and take him myself,” Jazz said in a husky whisper.

Zoe chuckled, a deep, lusty sound, but quickly straddled Doc’s hips. While Doc held his cock upright, she eased herself down onto him.

Jazz knelt behind her and, reaching around, cupped her breasts, pinching the large, crinkled nipple topping each. Her soft intake of breath was like music to his ears, but his pulsing, eager cock felt abandoned. Ignoring his erection for the moment, he continued toying with Zoe’s nipples, while she churned her hips and muttered incomprehensibly.

Doc reached up and pushed Jazz’s hands aside. “Your turn, babe,” he said to Jazz. “Fill the other hole, carefully.” He eased her forward, and she followed his lead.

Jazz backed away just enough to allow himself more room to work. Zoe’s buttocks lay spread, her taut little hole winking at him. He slid a finger along her crease, stopping at the pucker. She was tight—he knew that from other times they’d been together. He circled her  crinkled opening and pressed in, ever so lightly, wanting to prepare her for the fucking she so richly deserved.

“There’s cream,” Doc said, as if reading Jazz’s thoughts. “On the floor beside the bed.”

“Where the…?” Leaving the question unfinished, Jazz scurried to the side of the bed and looked down. There sat the expected small tub. Taking it, he unscrewed the cap and scooped a dollop on to his fingers. Not wasting a second, he repositioned himself behind her and slid his fingers along her crack. Her anus opened beneath his probing touch, eagerly accepting the creamy lube. He thrust into her, one finger soon joined by a second. He spread his fingers, easing them in and out until the third slipped in effortlessly.

“Please, now. I need your cock in me,” Zoe whimpered and raised herself, nearly losing Doc’s cock in the process. She groaned and reached between her thighs, grabbing hold of Doc’s shaft. Keeping it in place, she swayed her bottom, fairly imploring Jazz to hurry.

Jazz got to his knees between Doc’s wide-spread legs and scooted forward. With the fingers of one hand still spreading her arse, he gripped his cock with the other and took careful aim. The tip of his erection brushed her anus and pulsed. He pressed the super-sensitive crown against her pucker and, while pulling his fingers out, he pushed the tip in.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” Zoe froze, her body held between Jazz and Doc as if in some otherworldly stasis.

Jazz eased forward, her hips in his hands. Doc’s hands joined his, guiding their woman down onto his cock while Jazz filled her from the rear.

“Oh, my God,” Doc whispered, a deep, guttural sound of wonder. “Your cock is right there. Pushing against mine. Fuck, oh fuck.”