Beyond Duty
In The Edge of Desperation
by James Buchanan with Jason Edding
Over what can love and lust win? Can they win over betrayal? Espionage? Instability? Overthrowing a monarchy? James Buchanan and Jason Edding bring us two stories spanning the universe. Jason continues the Dark Robe Society’s story; Jack and Edge return and bring each other and us to the edge again while Toren and Tees share more than a common goal. James introduces us to Alad and Hirah, both out searching for something when they meet, are they the end of searching for each other? All the heroes are on an edge, but is it The Edge of Desperation?
Excerpt:
Qc4, Pc7, P1, D2
04:28hr
Alad woke smelling guy. Actually one guy, right up in his face. A deep breath drew in scents of the previous night’s horizontal calisthenics. He yawned and felt a soft prick slide against his cheek. That rated opening his eyes. Oh yeah, right there, Hirah’s cock lay soft against Hirah’s furry thigh. Of course, pisk, how did he end up crammed down at the bottom of the bunk? These racks weren’t made with his bulk in mind. At least his bulk plus a lean lieutenant. With a quick glance, Alad checked the chrono panel. He had about twenty clicks before he and Ninda sprang their little surprise on the troops. Just enough time for a real reveille. Alad blew across Hirah’s prick. Hirah mumbled something and shifted.
Alad moved in closer, sucked that soft, warm skin into his mouth. He heard Hirah grunt and felt his leg go tense. Alad kept sucking. Nothing equaled feeling Hirah’s prick swelling between his lips. Hirah’s hands ran over his skull, pushing him down. Alad took him deep, licking and sucking the meat in his mouth, until Hirah’s cock was at attention.
“Seppe!” Hips bucking into the kiss, Hirah groaned out, “Swing that aft end over here. That’s an order.”
No way would he ignore a direct order—especially not one that promised what Hirah’s did. Still swallowing Hirah’s prick, Alad got up on his hands and knees. Hirah tugged on his legs as Alad shuffled over. Then it was Alad’s turn to moan as Hirah sucked Alad’s aching prick into his mouth. They worked each other hard, almost like it was a race to see who could make who blow first. The back of Alad’s thighs frosted over with chills.
Hirah broke off a moment. Alad groaned again when a spit slick thumb pressed against his hole. He shuddered under the dual sensation of getting finger fucked while Hirah nuzzled his balls.
Alad sucked harder. He reveled in the feel of Hirah’s prick sliding over his tongue. The musky taste rated higher than any wakeup juice on the market. Heat built in his gut as Hirah pumped his ass and started sucking on his cock again. The whole thing melded together into one massive ball of pleasure sparking through him. It didn’t take long, not that early in the morning. Alad shook. He pulled off Hirah’s prick and groaned. Hirah swallowed him as Alad’s balls let loose.
A few quick breaths and Alad recovered his wits. He sucked Hirah down with determination. Bracing himself of his elbows, with one hand Alad massaged Hirah’s sac. The other matched the pace of his mouth along Hirah’s thick cock. Arching his back, Hirah jerked off the mattress. He hissed out, “Fuck!” as cum boiled out of his cock. Alad gagged for a second and then caught his breath. He swallowed all that thick, bitter spunk.
Panting, Alad dropped onto his side and then rolled onto his back. Give him that kind of wakeup juice every morning and Alad’d die happy. ‘Course, he couldn’t stay there and revel. Alad looked over at the chrono again. Three clicks before Ninda came looking for his ass. Alad grunted and sat up. Yawning, he ran one hand over the fuzz carpeting his scalp. That he followed with a spine popping stretch.
As he swung out of the bunk, Hirah slapped his ass and asked, “What’s the roster for the morning look like?”
Alad scrounged for his gray short-sleeved tee and light-weight fatigues. He’d stashed a set in Hirah’s quarters the night before. “Ninda and I—” He found the fatigues first, stepped into them and yanked the pants up over his ass before continuing. “Scheduled a physical training endurance-formation run.”
“Sounds like a walk in the park.” Hirah swung his legs over the bunk and rolled his neck. “Time to rattle and wake ‘em?”
As he jerked the shirt over his head, Alad asked, “You’re coming?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Hirah slapped Alad’s thigh and then hit the button popping his rack back up into the ceiling recess. “Need to keep fit.”
Leaving Hirah to dress, Alad grabbed his boots and stepped through the hatch into the small hall. Ninda stood, fully dressed and waiting. She scrunched her brows together and rolled her eyes—Alad barely made out the chiding expression under the dull orange glow of the safety light. Alad hunkered down, tugged his socks on and stepped into his combat boots, zipping the side closure of the ergo-soled breathable light boots up as he muttered, “Morning, Ninda.”
“Sleep good in that big bed?” The sickly sweet tone of her voice taunted him more than the words.
“Yes.” He didn’t rise to the jibe. “And you?”
“Like a babe in my vam’s arms not having to listen to that blaster-rattle snore of yours.”
Alad stood and snorted. “Love you too.”
“I’m just waiting for the point where you go swear the whole blood oath thing.”
Ninda referred to the ancient allegiance vows from the conquest eras. Soldiers didn’t join the army, they hooked up with an officer and served whoever the officer chose to follow. “You’ve been sucking rocket fuel.” He growled.
“I can see it.” She smirked. “One of the personal loyalty vows—you pledging your life to him forever. Like all those dead guys the Army calls heroes. Soldiers defending their commander to the last bullet. Staggering back to base carrying their officer only to fall down dead themselves.”
“That’s hard-core old school Army.” The loyalty oaths and those who made them were still revered as the Army’s pinnacle of service to the cause. “Nobody does that shudo any more.” Alad had never met anyone who’d sworn such an oath. Pisk, he’d never met anyone who’d ever met anyone who’d sworn such an oath.
“Well you just warn me if you decide to go there.”
“Not in this lifetime.” Holding his thumb up to the light control, he asked, “Ready?” When Ninda nodded, he flipped on the illumination at full candle. “On your feet!” Alad barked, charging down the row of bunks banging on the supports.
“Get those eyes open!” Ninda mirrored his moves on the opposite row. “You ain’t civilians. The army doesn’t get to sleep in!”
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