Tentacle Assault E-Book

H.s. Morgan

• Herausgeber: H.s. Morgan
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Layla is a desert rat trained to hunt and kill the dreaded Burgite warriors. Her latest mission is to uncover a plot to destroy her tribe. What Layla doesn't know is that she's about to become the enemy's prize catch. But more importantly, that they have a few kinky ways of making even the most battle-hardened warrior talk. A sci-fi erotica adventure featuring tentacle sex madness! Note: This 11,000 word story contains mature content and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

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Tentacle Assault

(Forbidden Union #2)

by

Tentacle Assault

(Forbidden Union #2)

by

H.S. Morgan

Copyright © H.S. Morgan

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are coincidental. All characters in this story are consenting adults of the legal age of 18.

Adult reading material

This story contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

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Tentacle Assault

Layla gnawed the inside of her cheek as she inched her head closer to the edge of the wall. She needed to make sure the coast was clear. The last thing she wanted was to get her head blown off.

She’d managed to avoid all the enemy booby traps, but knew better than to celebrate. One faulty step or brief lapse in judgment could prove to be fatal.

A quick peek down the connecting tunnel convinced Layla it was safe to proceed. With a sideways flick of her head, she signaled to the others that it was time to move. She arrested her movements when Gavin clapped her on the shoulder.

A shiver fluttered down Layla’s spine. She froze when she heard voices coming from nearby. The loud trollop of a group of men in swathes of camouflage and dark leather increased her agitation. She said a quick prayer under her breath hoping that she and her team hadn’t been discovered. As causally as they had made their entrance, the men disappeared around the bend that led into a different part of the tunnel.

That was close!

Layla nodded appreciatively to Gavin and released the breath she was holding. She needed to be more careful or this would be the last mission she’d ever undertake. The katana in her hand felt heavier than normal, so she gripped it tighter. She hoped she wouldn’t have to use it. But she was glad to have it in case all hell broke loose.

With another nervous huff, Layla lowered her shoulder as she took the corner. Her eyes searched the darkness ahead for any movement. If any anyone got in her way, she would cut them down with extreme prejudice.

Layla didn’t have to look behind her to know the rest of the gang was following her closely. Gavin, Mercutio, Jordon, and Babel were veterans. She didn’t have to tell them how to do their jobs.

The tension in Layla’s chest was unrelenting. Holding her breath like this wasn’t doing her any favors. But considering what was on the line, how could she act any differently? Mad Dog had gone to great lengths to make sure she understood the severity of the situation. If rumors were true that the enemy had got their hands on a super weapon, they’d all be in serious trouble.

The Burgites and the Wylans had been at war for as long as she could remember. After the nuclear fallout of the last World War, it was a miracle anyone had survived. What were once bustling cities had been reduced to rubble. The oceans had dried up and the remaining lakes and rivers were radioactive pools of death. With the world’s governments eradicated, survivors had formed their own rival factions and fought to the death over whatever scraps they could get their hands on.

The largest and most powerful of these factions were the Burgites. They were the most ruthless of the various tribes. They were expert marauders whose aggression knew no limits. Killing came as naturally to them as breathing the air. People used to joke that the reason the Burgites were so uptight is because they hailed from the frozen tundras of the far north. Layla scoffed at the idea that they’d sailed the oceans on icebergs and still had pieces of ice stuck up their asses. Either way, the name “Burgs” stuck.

Layla, on the other hand, was a member of the Wylans. The Wylans, formerly Wildlanders until people got too lazy to call them by their full names, were once a nomadic group that roamed the desolate wastelands. But they had grown in number and strength as the years went on. The Wylans had took her in when she was just a child. Their leader, Piotr “Mad Dog” Rudokov, had discovered her living in an abandoned bomb shelter several feet below the earth. Her mother was a Burgite slave who had been banished from living among them for committing some unknown offense. She eventually died from starvation while Layla wasted away from radiation poisoning.

Mad Dog knew Layla was a Burgite child, but he pitied her and spared her life. So he brought her to his healers where they treated her sickness. Afterwards, she was taught the ways of his tribe. Mad Dog had taken such a liking to Layla, that he raised her as his own daughter. There was no doubt with whom Layla’s loyalty lay. Even though she didn’t agree with everything the Wylans did, they had given her another lease on life. What she did today was to attempt to repay a debt that could never be repaid.

Broken glass and grave [...]