An unforeseen development

Enough time didn’t pass for Harlan’s prick to become fully flaccid before Druuna’s lips were upon it, the raven-haired beauty greedily sucking the last few drops of his cum into her mouth before proceeding to lick and kiss her way down the underside of his shaft, giving his hairy balls a little love before focusing on the purple crown of his member once more.

Still possessed by an inexorable need to climax, despite the double orgasms that she’d enjoyed whilst having Harlan’s cock rammed into her asshole, Druuna was eager to bring him back to full hardness as quickly as possible, in the hope that this would bring her a just reward in the shape of him fucking her again, preferably in the ass.

Unwittingly, Harlan came to fulfil Druuna’s deepest desires when he had her stop fellating him and get down on her knees, her elbows rubbing against the blankets while her ass jutted upwards into the air, pointing straight at Harlan as he moved in behind her.

Feeling the cool night air hit her exposed sphincter, which was still slightly distended from having Harlan’s cock stuck into it, Druuna waited with great excitement for what was to come next, and nearly whimpered with joy upon feeling the business-end of Harlan’s cock brush against her asshole, though she instead was made to produce a husky moan as Harlan stabbed into her once more, his sleek member rapidly moving further into her anal passage until his balls brushed against her swollen labia.

Druuna braced herself and then let out a long series of girlish moans which came out in synchronization with Harlan’s trusts, bangs of her dark hair being shaken about while her breasts were once more jiggling back and forth in a most spectacular fashion.

It would have been Druuna’s guess that Harlan lasted a little shorter this time around, though she thoroughly enjoyed the half-hour or so of non-stop sodomy which she was subjected to, to the point where her honey burst out from her pussy and rained down to stain the blanket below her.

Grunting and puffing as he rocked his hips against her ass, Harlan finally extracted his member from Druuna’s anus and allowed his jizz to rain down on her full buttocks and the small of her back from above, with Druuna basking in the feel of his warm, thick cream slowly soaking into her tanned skin.

Expecting to have Harlan command her to suck his cock again, Druuna heard a voice call out and say something, and only then did she realize that it wasn’t Harlan who was speaking.

The voice was a deep baritone, and as Druuna turned her head in the direction from which it’d come she found that it belonged to a man whom she’d never seen before, and who was as imposing as any she’d ever seen up till this point.

The man was black, there was no mistake about that thanks to the deep dark tone of his skin, and quite handsome in a blatantly masculine fashion, his facial features were rough and looked almost like they’d been chiselled from rock rather than anything else, while he must have stood at least six and a half feet tall and measured at least a couple of feet over the shoulders.

Dressed in boots, baggy brown trousers, a white t-shirt or singlet and a short grey coat, the man was a walking arsenal. Apart from the long-barrelled rifle which he was aiming at Harlan and Druuna, with a boxlike magazine attached to it just in front of the trigger guard, the man was also carrying a crossbow slung over his back, a heavy-looking pistol in a hip-holster, another, smaller pistol in a holster placed just under his left peck, an all-metal axe with some fading traces of red on it was also slung over his back, and he had a large knife sheathed on his right thigh. Apart from this considerable collection of weapons, the man was also carrying a large backpack, a belt bag and a pair of canteens.

As for what the man had said, Druuna was having a hard time figuring that out as he had said in another language, and it took her a few moments to figure out that he was speaking kebeccish, a rather melodic language which she had some knowledge of.

Stunned, Harlan eventually replied in the same language with something that in Druuna’s less than fluid understanding went something like “What do you want?”

The man spoke next, and Druuna guessed that he had asked “Who’s the girl?”, but she wasn’t absolutely sure about the last part.

“She’s mine!” This bit from Harlan was easy to interpret, even if it did serve as a reminder to Druuna that she didn’t like him very much.

“I don’t like… slavers.” The man announced, although Druuna wasn’t sure of whether the second-to-last word had been “other” or “damn”, though the distinction might be quite important for what the future might bring her.

“Don’t get angry,” Harlan had gotten up on his feet and were standing next to his pants, looking a bit silly as he held his hands up in the air in front of him with nothing to cover the lower half of his body, and went on to say “We can make a deal,” or some such thing.

“What?”

This question from the man caused Harlan to throw out a long and jangled string of words which Druuna interpreted as being an offer for the man to depart with Druuna but to leave Harlan behind, alive and well. In essence, he was selling her to save himself, which didn’t exactly make Druuna view him with less contempt, particularly not since her arousal was quickly being replaced by a strong sense of apprehension.