PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 20
"The Raid"
Ivan forced himself to turn away. Pavel might see him and shout for him, and it would all be over. My son, he thought to himself. They have my son! He was struck with the irony that the young soldier hustling him along, who bore black hair and the same-colored skin, could be his half-brother.
"We should get back to the park, dear." Piermont said.
"Huh? Oh, yes." Ivan said. Two more hours until darkness. He returned and forced himself to make love once again to Piermont, a wonderful lover and good-looking man, but Ivan's thoughts were primarily on his son. Even when, after a good half-hour of patient work by Piermont, Ivan orgasmed, it was a hollow feeling. Afterwards, he sat up. "Let's rest somewhere." he said.
Piermont steered him to the edge of the park, where no others were. "What's your problem? I know what's bothering me. What's bothering you?"
"My son is one of the prisoners they took today."
"I see." Piermont said. "Well, with luck, he'll be free again tonight. And I intend to see to it that Delta Squad remains lucky. Let's wrap ourselves up in each other and stroll along. I want to see all sides of that building."
"Right." Ivan said. He looked over to see Corrigan and Wilson in a torrid 69, though barely moving. "Hey, uh, guys, watch our packs for us?" he said casually. He couldn't remember the funny names they had picked. Not for certain.
"Sure." Corrigan said as he pulled off Wilson's long black cock with an audible pop. "Go ahead and--mrpgh!" Wilson shoved it back into him.
"Have fun, guys. We'll be back soon."
Corrigan waved with one hand while he kept sucking Wilson's cock. Carefully.
Piermont and Ivan put their arms around each other's waist and made a slow stroll around the building. "You can see how impossible it is to get out for the Facilitators." he said in what he hoped was a casual manner. "They stay in the top floor, I'm told, and they can go on the roof to get sunshine and fresh air. They're very well cared for, I understand."
"But couldn't they crawl out onto the ledge?"
"You can see how rounded it is. I'll bet they'd slip and fall if they tried. And you can see the fall isn't far enough to kill them. I understand one poor Facilitator tried it and broke both of his legs. But he didn't die."
Piermont leaned over to kiss Ivan's neck and as he did so, whispered, "Call coming in."
Ivan pointed to a tree. The tree was a large one, a touch of green in the middle of the sidewalk, and a bench around it, currently not in use. "Let's rest under that tree for a while."
Piermont sat down while Ivan stood nearby, one foot on the bench, looking around. Piermont put the comm to his ear and growled, "What is it?" He listened. "I see. Thank you."
"Well?" Ivan said as they stood up, and Ivan embraced Piermont and ground his hips against Piermont, rubbing their cocks together. It was a common enough sight in the town, they were ignored.
"Attack on the Temple of Children. The laser bursts scared them off, but the Connobarans took a few casualties. None obviously fatal, the laser was on communications setting. Enough for second and third degree burns, though."
Ivan knew the lasers were used for communications in battle as well as for the battle itself. On lower frequencies, the light could be used to carry a signal, with the beam aiding in the connection. Turned up, the same device packed a horrifying punch, able to slice through steel like a hot knife through butter, opening ships to vacuum, and all the men falling out to tumble through space, dead if they were lucky, or if in a suit, to spin in space until their air gave out. Rescues in mid-space from such an attack was rare.
"The first real casualties, ignoring the rape victims."
"Yeah." sighed Piermont. His cock was getting very hard and his tone was distracted.
Ivan reached down and took it in his hand, fumbling through the pants waistband to get to it. He stroked on it and said, "Any news on the other fronts?"
"Attack on the Turtle Village. The angels did step in and rescued some of the villagers, but most were captured. No attack from the angels in turn."
"Well, they did rescue some of the Turtle-Men." Ivan said. "That's something, at any rate."
"Yeah." Piermont sighed.
"Come on, lovers, take it to the park." a Connobaran said to them. Ivan looked, he wore a uniform of black rather than gray. A police officer? "You can't block traffic like this."
"Yes, sir." Ivan said, pulling his hand out. "Come on, dear."
They made their way back to the park. "See enough?" Ivan asked as soon as they were away from other people.
"Yeah." Piermont said. "A simple rappelling job with that layout, if we can hook to something at the top."
"Plenty of stone objects on the top." Ivan recalled. "Benches and tables. Heavy and solid. Easy enough for something to catch to."
"Good." Piermont said. "Let's get back to the park, before I burst."
Back in the park, Ivan lay him down flat and inserted Piermont's cock into his ass. Given how hot Piermont was, it only took a few milking contractions of Ivan's anus before he exploded, pumping Ivan's ass full. Ivan grinned at the big man, then moved down to kiss him, rubbing against Piermont's ample body. He didn't dare move much, but it was enough with the hot jism dripping from his ass. A few strokes of his body against Piermont and he spasmed, squirted all over both of their stomachs as he ground against Piermont's sweating body.
"Whoa, that was incredible!" someone said. Ivan looked up. "I never saw anyone do that." the Connobaran said. "Does rubbing like that work?"
"Sometimes." Ivan said. "We figured it out some time ago. Try it for yourself."
The Connobaran, a very young man who couldn't be much more than nine, barely past puberty, shook his head. "I'm by myself."
"So try it on me." Ivan smiled. He'd just ejaculated, this young lad wouldn't expect him to do anything. He lay down and the young man grunted eagerly as he pulled down his pants and climbed aboard Ivan. Ivan felt the warm teenager-sized body press against his, with a sturdy adolescent schlong burning a line against his body. The Connobaran panted eagerly as he began to rub.
"Try for a circular motion." Ivan suggested.
The boy did, and groaned.
"Come on, now, faster."
"Oooh!" the boy panted. "This is nice."
"That's the way." Ivan said, holding the youngster proprietarily. Young lust was something to see, innocence and passion in equal amounts. It had been a while since he'd had a young lover. He'd forgotten how absolutely the young threw themselves into sex, with no reservations, the way this boy was humping against his body, rubbing, rubbing.
"Oh, mister, I'm going to come now!"
"Come on, shoot it on me!" Ivan said. "Get me nice and sticky! You can do it!"
"Oh, oh, oh, ugh!" the Connobaran jerk-squirted, discrete bursts that Ivan could feel forcing its way between their bodies for quite some distance, so powerful was the force behind it.
The smaller body collapsed atop his when the jets ceased, panting and heaving. Ivan caressed the lad, and when he raised up, sides still heaving and his breath being tugged in and blown out of him rather than entering/escaping him, Ivan grinned and ruffled his hair. "Good boy." Ivan said. "That's the way you do it."
"Thank you, sir." the young Connobaran said. "That was great." He staggered as he got to his feet, pulled his pants up and fastened them. Ivan grinned as he watched the boy take off.
"Fraternizing with the enemy?" Piermont joked softly in his ear.
"Something like that." Ivan said. "No harm done."
"I wouldn't say that. You're a mess." Piermont said.
"Got any ideas on how to clean me off?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.
"I thought you'd never ask." Piermont leaned over and licked at him. There was a lot to lick up, with the adolescent jism vying with Ivan's own, but Piermont persevered and soon Ivan was as clean as any tongue-licking would make him.
"Well, it'll be dark, soon." Piermont said, licking his lips "We should try to get a message to the men inside if we can."
"Any message into those top windows would do it." Ivan agreed. "But how? A rock with a note? In front of all these people?"
"Only takes one to succeed." Piermont pointed out.
"And only one miss to let some curious civilian get the note instead."
"Oh, Theophilus! Theophilus!" Piermont called out suddenly.
"Yes, Pierrot?" Wilson said.
"Could you come here, please?"
"Certainly." Wilson said, trotted over, tucking his cock into his pants.
"We were wondering how good your pitching arm still is?"
"Good as ever." Wilson judged.
"Could you hit one of those windows with a rock and note?"
"Don't see why not." Wilson said.
"Piermont looked around, went to a nearby wall and pulled out a small oval piece of brick about the size of a man's fist. A regular man's fist, it was lost in Piermont's big paw.
He and Wilson blocked other's view while Ivan composed the note. He kept it simple and to the point. "Rescue attempt tonight. Be waiting on the roof after sundown."
He fastened the note to the rock and handed it to Wilson, who hefted it. "Which window do you want?"
Ivan considered it. "The middle one, I guess." He didn't know.
Wilson suddenly made a long, quick move. The rock flew like a bird straight to the window and inside it, making a loud pinging sound inside.
"Nice work." Ivan watched the crowds. No one seemed to have noticed the action. He looked at the window. Saw a face at it. Blond hair. Vid! The eyes searched, found him, then a hand waved and withdrew. Ivan sighed. They'd be ready.
Connobarans, Ivan had noticed on his short trip before, were a daytime people. As dusk fell, the numbers of people on the street decreased rapidly. He had his own men spread out with orders to make themselves inconspicuous, strolling the streets or hiding in alcoves. But in no time, soon after dark, they were the only men on the street. A bird-like signal, and the men converged on the alleyway Piermont had selected.
Again, Ivan had the chance to see the Marines in action. Rapelling hooks were assembled and hoisted with deft accuracy. Four lines in all, most were caught by the third toss. Ivan looked up to see a face looking down. Come on down, he gestured, but a negation and a wave to the sides.
The sounds of marching feet. The streets were suddenly full of guards at both ends of the alley. Somehow, the Connobarans had been alerted to their presence. They were trapped, and Ivan wouldn't dare use the red-mist pods in these close quarters. What was left, their guns? The pepper pods with their limited range?
No choice! "Up the ropes, men!" he shouted. "Up!"
His men obeyed, scaling the ropes quickly. Ivan noticed that they took three of the ropes, leaving one for himself alone. He took off up it, adept enough, but was still the last man up the roof. He looked down, to see the gray uniforms clustered around the bottom of the alleyway.
He and his men were trapped with the Facilitators they had come to rescue. Now what did he do?
END OF CHAPTER 20