Better Alive Than Dead Ch. 003

He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear, and inhaled the scent of her skin, while his strong arms coiled around her. She stifled a gasp and shivered as his lips caressed the nape of her neck. Impatiently she turned her head and crushed her lips against his. Jack met her harsh kiss, and she bit his lower lip. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he sucked her tongue, making her moan in arousal.

Then she broke free of his grasp and pushed him against a cupboard.

"Take it off." Irina demanded, pulling at his jacket.

Jack removed the jacket, and let it fall to the floor with a thud from the concealed weapon. With swift hands, Irina helped him pull off his shirt. As soon as his muscled body was revealed, she licked his chest, and bit his left nipple playfully, while rubbing his adamantium hard cock, still restrained within his pants, but yearning to be released.

"I want you in my mouth," she murmured, trailing her hands and fingernails down his chest, over his pecs, and across the hard planes of his abs to reach the edge of his pants "I want your essence". Going down on her knees, she slowly pulled down his pants and underwear, gradually revealing the heavy cock that throbbed in anticipation. She pushed the elastic band of the underwear tight over the tip of his cock, keeping it restrained. Then she let her tongue run playfully along the length, her pale blue eyes never breaking eye contact. The cock throbbed more forcefully as it was moistened by her wet tongue as if it was fighting for release. Jack made a low primal sound in pleasure, something halfway between a moan and a growl, as Irina's tongue and mouth explored his pelvic area, leaving glistening trails from his Apollo's belt to his balls and shaft. The elastic band of his underwear felt like a straitjacket. Finally, she pulled down the band over the tip of his cock, and it whipped out forcefully, lifting a lock of her hair and startling her. He already felt on the edge of bursting.

She wrapped her lips around his hard cock, and in an impressive feat of sexual prowess, she took almost his full length down her throat. Jack savored the amazing feeling of her silky mouth wrapped around his cock, and the tightening pressure as he pressed against the back of her throat. Irina began to move her head back and forth, her tongue working in perfect tandem with her lips, while her hands skillfully caressed and cupped his heavy balls. The quick arousal and pleasure that burst through him, reminded him that he had not had decent release for weeks. Jack grabbed her hair, and he could not resist the urge to push his hips forward, trying to force his cock all the way to the base. Irina had always liked it a little rough. She let her hands rest on the floor, palms down, completely submitted to becoming a receptacle for his lust. She eased her throat, allowing him to push his entire manhood into her throat with a slick and croaking sound. Then he fucked her mouth mercilessly, creating a series of sloppy and erotic sounds as his large cock pistoned in and out. Her moans reverberated in the bottom of her throat and sent vibrations through his cock, that made the tip and lower stomach tingle. One of her hands went from his shaft and began to rub her pussy on the outside of her thighs. Saliva dripped from her mouth and fell onto the floor as her full lips and wet tongue fervently worked on the heavy cock.

The wonderful sensation of her mouth, as well as the erotically wet sounds, was too much for him and with a loud visceral groan, he grabbed her head just as he climaxed.

The heavy load of ejaculate burst from his cock, filling her mouth to the brim.

White cascades of cum escaped her mouth, and fell on her chest and thighs, as she was unable to gulp it all down. Her tongue stroked the bursting cock as she cravingly squeezed out the precious drops. Then she sucked it vigorously until every trace of cum was cleaned from the thick shaft.

She looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes. Her porcelain skin had turned rosy from excitement. She opened her mouth wide, letting her pink tongue drop out to show she had swallowed it all like an obedient girl. Jack grabbed her throat forcefully and dragged her up from the floor. She whimpered playfully at his roughness. With one hand firmly holding her throat, he used his other hand to roughly open her tight suit and drag it down. As the skintight suit was pulled down her athletic frame and her perky breasts with their perfectly pink and pierced nipples was revealed. As a teen, her body had been mocked as being boyish, which had only been accentuated by her somewhat rough and masculine personality. However, to Jack, she had always been beautiful. Every inch a woman, and he had no doubt that if her bullies could see what a sensual being Irina had blossomed into, with her perfectly fit ass, visible abs, bio-enhanced bust and knockout sexuality, they would all swallow their insults, and replace them with humble praise and lewd remarks instead.

Irina's eyes glinted, and a faint smile was on her lips as she looked at him curiously. Jack realized he had replaced his roughness with the softness of a revering lover, and he had to tighten his grip on her throat to get back in the role as violator. She quickly got back in the role.

"Fuck me like a savage beast." she said, her body quivering from barely contained lust.

Jack spun her around forcefully and bend her over the kitchen counter. Irina feigned surprised indignation, as Jack pulled her skintight pants down to her knees, revealing her peachy white ass. With his blood boiling, he spread her well-toned ass cheeks and let his tongue slide over her wet pussy and asshole. As he ate her out, she pushed herself into his face while biting her lips and squeezing her left breast.

"Mmmh, I missed your tongue Jack." she murmured with eyes closed.

With strong hands, Jack clenched her firm ass and buried his face between her toned thighs and cheeks. She cried out in pleasure as his tongue worked zealously, lapping her juices, and caressing her labia and clitoris with practiced strokes. She gripped his hair with one hand, pulling his face against her as she grinded herself against his lashing tongue.

"Arh fuck you are gonna' make me cum already you bastard," she gasped, as she clenched her breast harder while pinching her pierced nipple. "Fuuuck...yes!.. right there... eat me baby."

With her slim fingers, she began to vigorously work on her clit, while Jack's lashing tongue sent shivers down her thighs and made her stomach tighten. Jack was relentless although he was already soaked in her wetness. Then her body involuntary spasmed as a warm fire spread within her. Her orgasm felt all-consuming and powerful, like ignited motor oil. So powerful was it that she had to lean most of her weight on the kitchen counter to not lose her footing, as her ass jerked in tandem with her spams and Jack's rough tongue.

When he finally pulled his face away, her pussy was quivering, and she was barely able to stand on her now weak and tingling legs. Her upper body rested on the kitchen counter as the warm tingly sensation in her stomach waned, like hot embers after the flame has gone out. Jack raised to his feet, and Irina was about to push herself off the kitchen counter, but Jack pushed her down, smooshing her face against the cool surface of the counter. She could feel his hard cock sandwiched between her butt cheeks, warm and throbbing.

"Fuck me hard Jack." she pleaded, putting her hands against the counter to support against the coming onslaught.

The juices from her pussy made Jack's throbbing cock glisten in the light. And despite Jacks impressive length and girth, he pushed his entire cock in with little resistance.

She moaned loudly as Jack began to fuck her with increasing ferocity over the kitchen counter.

"Yes, more Jack! Fuck me harder!"

Jack took hold of her throat in a strong grip, while he pounded away in forceful movements. It did not take many minutes before he closed in on his second climax.

Irina threw her head back and pushed herself hard against his cock.

"Oh fuck Jack! I'm coming so hard!" she wailed. Her body strained from arching her back, and her legs shook violently as another orgasm rolled through her, and she came all over his manhood.

Jack smacked her buttocks repeatedly, evoking moans of excitement, and leaving red streaks on her porcelain white skin. Women of Nordic descend bruise so easily.

"Fucking cum you, big bastard!" She ordered, while still smacking her hips against his forceful thrusts.

Irina's mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled back in her head, as she reveled in the sensation of the rough sex. Then it was too much for Jack, and he pulled out just as he exploded and covered her butt cheeks with another heavy load.

He leaned back against the kitchen cabinets, a thin sheath of sweet covering his muscular frame.

"Arhh fucking A, I needed a good dicking," Irina said contently "for a bunch of self-proclaimed free-spirits, biker boys are tediously conform". She extracted a Nicotiana stick from a half-empty pack of Heba Tobacco, offering one to Jack who shook his head. She flicked off the plastic tip, and the tobacco lit instantly on contact with the atmosphere. Then she inhaled deeply before letting out a puff of white vapor.

Then she turned around and filled the glasses with whiskey once again. She passed a glass to Jack, and they both drank.

Jack enjoyed the sight of her, smoking and drinking with her arms crossed. There was a slight gleam of sweat on her collarbone and perfectly shaped breasts. What was it with women looking even more enticing after sex? Her eyes revealed nothing as they observed him, while he put on his pants.

When she had finished the smoke, she put it out on his kitchen table and began zipping up the skintight suit.

"No shower and second round?" Jack asked teasingly.

She flicked him the finger, but a slight smile danced upon her lips for an instant.

Now it was Jacks turn to observe as she struggled slightly with her breasts and butt against the tightness of the suit. He enjoyed as the dark material slowly enveloped Irina's curves. She did it slowly. Almost hesitantly, as if her mind was wandering. The silence between them was somehow profound. Jack emptied the glass of whiskey and put it on the table. They both knew what was to follow, and Jack had to mentally prepare himself. He did not want to kill this woman.

"You owe us money Jack." She said, suddenly breaking the silence. Her voice had turned business-like, and any hint of flirtation was gone like dust in the wind.

Jack shrugged. "You are not the only one I owe, but you are certainly the only ones I never intend to pay back". He took his shirt from the floor and pulled it on. Then he dragged the leather jacket up from the floor and put it on, grateful for the weight of the gun hidden within.

Irina sipped her drink, her clear blue eyes measuring him. Then she put down the glass. "I knew you would say some shit like that."

He just smiled. For a moment a slight grimace marred her face as if she was bothered by a thought or memory.

"You never took Rayden seriously, and that's the problem. The Nova Hellions are taking over sections left and right these days, recruiting new members every day," her gaze was icy "we are not some gutter-dwelling biker gang that people can just ignore anymore. We have more than twenty chapters now, including one in the Hive, and we have moved from drug-dealing and racketeering into arms trade, prostitution, and gambling. We are everywhere there are credits to be made."

Jack digested her words while filling his glass with whiskey. He moved to fill hers, but she put her hand over her glass in a declining fashion.

"Jack," she spoke, her tone a mix between a command and pleading "you need to give me the money now."

"As impressive as your organizations rise might be, I don't believe that I owe Rayden anything. I did the job, and took more money than contracted, but that was only fair considering Rayden's less than honest intel on the job."

Now it was Irina's turn to digest his words. Her blue eyes looked him up and down, and Jack had the uncomfortable feeling that she was imprinting his image in her mind. After a while, she sighed regretfully.

"I'm sorry baby," she said, her hand briefly caressing his cheek "but you knew your actions would have consequences, and it was just unlucky for you that Rayden didn't bite the bullet while you were gone. His competition did though."

She kissed his cheek in an unusually tender fashion before she turned around and walked to the door. She put a hand on the lock mechanism and the door opened with a hiss. Jack felt a slight increase in adrenaline, and the bio-enhanced combat stimulants in his blood boosted his awareness.

Three heavily muscled Kintos entered. They were all dressed in black and yellow with Nova Hellion tattoos on their scaly arms. The biggest one had a gear tattoo on his face, his left pupil was completely white, and a crisscross of scars ran across it. His neck muscles alone were as big as Jack's biceps. Jack recognized the Kinto as an old acquaintance. An acquaintance he would have preferred to avoid.

"Only three? That ain't gonna be enough." Jack stated optimistically, cursing himself for returning to the apartment.

"You remember Khogoshh right?" Irina asked, knowing perfectly well that Jack was the one who had taken the Kinto's left eye in a fight some years back. Always knew the bastard would seek to settle that debt.

"I would remember that ugly mug anywhere," Jack replied, his mind already running scenarios on how to bring the three brutes down. "How have you been Khogoshh? Your vision alright?"

"We will deal with him," spoke Khogoshh in a sibilant hiss, his voice edged with barely suppressed eagerness, as his powerful clawed hands clenched and unclenched in anticipation.

Irina padded the brutish Kinto on the shoulder before walking out the door. She cast Jack a last glance, her expression giving away nothing of her emotions. Then she was out the door. Bitch.

Khogoshh chuckled, a sound that was like a toad croaking.

"Retribution is at hand Jack."

"We will see."

Then two of the Kintos exploded into movement. Khogoshh stood back while his two henchmen charged. Jack drew his side-arm in a smooth motion and fired, but it was useless as the ammunition stripe that ran along the side of the weapon indicated that the clip was empty.

"Fucking bitch!" Jack spat, tossing the useless weapon aside. He could not believe he had been so preoccupied with fucking, that he had not noticed she disarmed him. Fucking amateur hour.

In a split second, Jack recalled the location of other weapons stashed around the apartment. Irina could have found and disarmed them all, as Jack did not really have an idea of how long she had been in the apartment before he arrived. In any case, scuttling about with three angry Kintos looking for weapons was a plan destined to fail. This made a vintage Terran combat shotgun hanging on the wall next to the kitchen his best bet.

The old Mossberg 590M shotgun hung like fool's gold on the wall on the other side of the kitchen counter. He did not recall if it had shells in it, neither had he time to consider it as the charging Kintos were upon him.

Jack threw himself forward, deftly evading the brutish reptilians, and rolled across the counter, as they came crashing past him, smashing some of the kitchen in the process. He grabbed the shotgun off the wall, cocked it and shot in one fluid motion. The powerful blast hit one the Kintos squarely in the chest, blasting off the creature's right shoulder and half its jaw in a spray of dark blood and organic debris.

Jack cocked the shotgun again and fired a shot that missed horribly, as the other Kinto smashed into him. Then the muscled creature grabbed the weapon with a snarl and tossed it aside angrily.

Not hesitating for a second, Jack pounced on the heavyset reptilian, landing a flurry of punches, his bio-enhanced muscles allowing him to punch with vastly more force than a normal Terran.

His left fist jarred into the reptilian's temple with enough force to make the hardy creature hiss and stagger. No small feat. Jack was about to follow up when Khogoshh's heavy scaled fist crashed into his left side with freakish power, and Jack could feel some of his ribs snap from the impact. An explosion of pain burst inside his head, and now it was Jack's turn to stagger as he futilely grasped for the kitchen counter for support.

But Khogoshh grabbed him, lifted him over his head, and tossed him like a ragdoll into the kitchen cabinets, crashing the cheap furniture. Forgot how strong this bastard is.

Adrenaline pumped like battery acid in Jack's veins. He rolled to a crouch, more than prepared to take these bastards on. Despite the pain and precarious situation, Jack felt excitement rise in him. He was trained for situations like these, and he excelled at them.

From his crouching position, Jack pushed his fingers through the finger holes of the DX1-serrated carbon knife in his boot. As the other Kinto came at him hungry for payback, Jack punched the knife into the reptilian's muscular thigh, and ripped it upwards in a slicing motion, hoping to cut a major blood vessel.

A spray of dark blood burst from the wound, but the Kinto smashed its fists down on him with a roar, undaunted by the grievous wound. Fuck. The Kinto's fists felt like small boulders smashing against him, but when the Kinto struck for his head, Jack rammed the knife into the creature's fist. The Kinto roared in pain while taking a step backward. Spurred by adrenaline and not wanting to waste his momentum, Jack spun around forcefully, landing a heel kick on the reptilians exposed kneecap. The circular bone popped out of its socket, and the reptilian fell to the ground with a strange roar of pain. Then Khogoshh kicked him squarely in the solar plexus, sending him spinning across the kitchen floor like a hockey puck, once again crashing into the cheap furniture.

With a swift pounce, Jack got to his feet and crashed his elbow into Khogoshh jaw as the hulking brute came towards him. Blood and saliva shot out the reptilian's mouth.

Still holding the serrated blade, Jack jabbed the knife in quick succession under his adversary's muscled arm. Blood sprayed, and Khogoshh roared in pain as his scaled fist connected forcefully with Jack's stomach, punching out all air and sending him backward into the kitchen sink. Jack breathed in wheezing gasps, as Khorgoshh smashed his forehead into Jack's chest with enough force to break his collarbone. The pain was sharp as the bone split, and blood ran from Jack's mouth as his flashing vision warned him that he edged towards unconsciousness. Jack tried to force himself to focus, but unrelenting heavy hands locked around his throat, and he was lifted from the ground, his life being squeezed from him.

"Rayden wanted you alive, but I am sure he will accept you dead if he has too." Khogoshh hissed, his reptilian eyes bulging in rage and excitement.

Jack weakly pushed the knife into Khogoshh side again, but it was at an awkward angle and caught between two ribs. He tried to twist the blade, but the herculean creature just grunted at the pain while Jack's life force ebbed out of him. As Jacks, heartbeat became slower, and his grip on the knife slipped, Khogoshh's two hearts beat more rapidly, and his bloodied maw twisted in a malevolent grin.

"Now you die, Jack."

Suddenly Khogoshh roared in pain, and his slit eyes widened in surprise. The brutish Kinto reluctantly released the grip on Jacks' throat, and Jack fell to the ground, gasping for air. Khogoshh spun around angrily, grabbing at the electroshock projectile protruding from his back. Jack scuttled to a sitting position, his breath painful wheezing gasps.