Highlander's Love: Winter Solestice (Against All Odds Series 3) Read online

  “What’s so funny?” she asked, still touching his skin with her blade.

  “I actually made you say it,” he replied, grinning maniacally.

  Alright, all I really need is to recover my pistol. After that, I can force him to come to the base with me. There, he will have no choice but to share his way of taking those things down.

  She gazed into the Hood’s eyes once more, the intensity of his stare making her uncomfortable. She had liked him at first sight, and looking at him in this state was not easy. Still, she had to maintain eye contact. Otherwise, who could guess what he might do…

  And if whatever it is that he has built here actually works to some degree, then we could—

  Then, without warning, the light went out. Realizing that she was now sharing a dark cave with a deranged maniac, Cynthia felt her stomach tightening. Trying to subdue her shudders as much as was possible, she stood her ground, prepared for an attack that never came.

  Instead, some ten seconds later, one of the chamber’s neons flickered back into function, shedding some light onto the situation: The Hood was gone.

  What in blazes just happened here?

  As if to answer her question, seconds later the sound of a thundering explosion found its way to her ears. Following it, the cave began vibrating, almost knocking her off her feet.

  Has the power been cut? The possibility terrified her. Finding a way out of this place with minimal or no illumination would most certainly be a horrifying experience. And that would be the case even without the presence of a megalomaniacal madman.

  Then another, even graver possibility occurred to her. Is this place under attack? By whom? She couldn’t possibly imagine a reason for the military to assault it, so it must have been the invaders.

  I have to get out of here! she screamed inside her own head, propelling herself down a corridor. She picked the one to the right, the very same one that the Hood had used to enter the chamber not that long ago.

  It’s the best shot I’ve got at getting somewhere I can orient myself around. Seeds of doubt about that course of action slowly crept up. Unless of course his kitchen is placed even deeper down for some reason, in which case I am pretty much screwed. Still, Cynthia maintained her path. Reasoning has as much of a chance to get me out of here as sheer, dumb luck does.

  It took her about ten seconds of stumbling through the pitch-black hallway before she finally saw the light from the next room. It was faint, but slightly more intense than the one behind her. Picking up her pace, Cynthia tightened her grip around the miniscule hilt of her blade, ready to face whatever it was that followed.

  Holy Mother of…

  The chamber she had just entered looked like something straight out of a B-grade science fiction film. An impressive number of cables converged here, piling on top of each other to form some abomination of technology that appeared almost alive. It was black, littered with blinking red lights, and kept undulating like a polyp during its swimming motion. If the Hood was in fact insane, then his was the most productive madness she had ever seen.

  It’s far more likely that he was telling the truth, though. She concluded as she bit her lip. No human mind could ever make this by itself, no matter how brilliant or insane it was.

  Cynthia approached the machine carefully, intrigued by its intricate design. But she was just as repulsed by its living appearance, so she proceeded very carefully. Just as she was about to get a closer look, another explosion came, this one knocking her down to the ground.

  No time to admire the scenery, I’ve got to get going! she reminded herself, rising up with the help of her left arm while clutching her weapon with the other. Once she was up, she swapped it between her hands and ran down a random hallway. She didn’t look back.

  Yeah, like this is going to do me much help. The punch dagger now occupied her thoughts as well as her good hand. Whether the attackers are cats or soldiers, I’m toast either way if they open fire. Still, the knife made her feel better, and that prevented her from dropping it.

  Once again, she noticed light emanating from the next room, this one even stronger than the previous one. Elated, she picked up her pace, hoping that stronger illumination meant greater proximity to the entrance.

  She couldn’t have been more wrong.

  The next chamber was by all means identical to the previous, albeit with one exception: most of the cables had been ripped into pieces, the handiwork of the four cats that resided in the room. The contraption in the center kept shaking and shrieking as the other machines ripped it into pieces.

  As soon as she stepped in the robots stopped dealing with the polyp-like thing, their attention now solely focused on her. Barely preventing herself from breaking into a scream, Cynthia instantly turned around, running through the corridor as fast as her legs could carry her. It was an outright miracle that she didn’t trip and fall.

  The intense light was coming from the still-powered cables they were smashing, she concluded, the sound of metallic limbs clanging behind her. But what caused the explo—

  Almost immediately, the large machine in the room behind her blew up, propelling her down the hallway with a wave of force. Cynthia managed to avoid landing on her bandaged shoulder using her acrobatic training, but not without seriously banging herself up in the process.

  The polyp-things go boom after getting sufficiently torn up, of course. She articulated her thoughts while what was left of the cats pursuing her hit the wall around her. Most of them were in pieces, the most complete one being no more than a head on a torso.

  Oh God, I need a good rest.

  Cynthia wanted to close her eyes and doze off, tell herself that the threat was over. However, her instincts wouldn’t let her, and this time they happened to agree with her reason.

  If the disgusting squid-like things explode after taking enough damage… She slowly got up, every little movement filling her with new kinds of pain. Then there have got to be more cats to continue bashing them in. Her stomach tightened, unsettled by the conclusion. Otherwise, the attack wouldn’t make that much sense.

  As if summoned by her thoughts, metallic steps started echoing around her again. The labyrinthine nature of the cave meant that there was no way for her to escape, no correct route to take. And they kept getting closer.

  This has been a very bad day.

  One by one several of the invaders’ pet robots entered the room, their glowing eyes making it progressively easier to see. Within five seconds there were a total of five of them, every single one staring in her direction.

  Despite my best efforts. She gripped the handle of her dagger so strongly it made her left hand bleed. Despite the Hood’s efforts. She gritted her teeth, harder than she had done earlier today. It seems that I am to be taken either way.

  The robots’ eyes kept getting brighter and more difficult to look at. In reaction, she leapt forward, dashing toward the closest cat at top speed.

  “Well, screw the lot of you!” Cynthia screamed, her roar muffled by the intense beam of light that hit her head on.

  Far away

  She opened her eyes, barely any sensation left in her body.

  The night sky was far above, the moon full and bight.

  Gathering what little strength she had, Cynthia tried to rise, but instead only succeeded at wobbling slightly to her side.

  I can’t feel a thing. Where am I? What’s happened to me?

  Memories from the cave came back then, flooding her mind with a jumble of intense imagery and sensations. With them, feeling came back to her body, soon followed by intense pain. Her shoulder, knees, and back all ached horribly. Her head was no better, pulsating from both sides.

  “And so, my Sleeping Beauty wakes.” The Hood’s voice dragged her attention away from her agonizing inner universe, forcing her to face the present. “How do you feel? I understand that the aftereffects of the beam are quite unpleasant for humans.”

  Humans. She remembered who the Hood claimed he was, what he sa
id that he was about to do. What came of it in the end?

  Now in more control over her body, Cynthia managed to lift herself up into a sitting position. She was clothed in an oversized black jumpsuit, probably one from the Hood’s supply. He sat a mere three feet away from her, his unblinking gaze meeting her own. They appeared to have been on some sort of grassy plain, probably far away from the previous place.

  “What happened back there?” she finally managed to ask, her voice coarse from the dryness of her throat.

  Before saying anything, the Hood passed her a plastic bottle of clear water, which she gladly took a sizeable swig from.

  “We were under attack, my dear Cynthia. My hiding place had been found, perhaps due to the extra measures I’d taken to bring you there. Or maybe due to some other oversight on my part. I can’t say for sure.”

  Does he really think it might have been my fault? He doesn’t seem as angry as he should be.

  “Once the main power failed I was forced to leave you in order to initiate the proper countermeasures. Sadly, the synthetics managed to get to you before I was able to shut them all down.” For a moment, his expression became serious. “Without my gear, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to revive you from brain-death. Luckily, I’ve succeeded at that, too.” As he finished his sentence, the persistent smile he had worn for much of their first conversation overtook his face again. “Didn’t I tell you that I always aim to please?”

  “What happened with the cave, then? The machines you’ve built?” she asked, the mental barriers she had raised while thinking he was insane evaporating rapidly. He was her handsome savior again, and the tingling in her loins returned, stronger than ever.

  “Melted to slag,” he replied, refusing to let her see his displeasure. “I had to initiate the self-destruct sequence once I’d gotten you out of there. The same goes for our vehicle. I destroyed it some three hours ago. I’ve had to carry you for quite a long distance.”

  So, let me get this straight. He lost his life’s work, probably due to me, and then he saved me again? The tingling between her legs was slowly turning into an inferno. He was still talking, but she didn’t hear any of it. The words were drowned out by her desire to have him, to be had by him.

  Like a predator, she pounced on top of the Hood, knocking him down into the grass. Nothing hurt, not even her shoulder. It was all anesthetized by her arousal.

  He was not talking anymore, his words muffled by the tongue Cynthia had shoved inside his mouth. Instead of words, he now communicated through very different means; his hands wrapped themselves around the protruding globes on her chest. And from between his legs, another message came. He was very aroused.

  Immediately, the two started taking their clothes off frantically. The Hood was lean of waist and well-muscled, but that was all she could make out in the blur. He didn’t wait for her to get off of him so he could remove his pants—he tore them off in a single move, exposing his throbbing erection. Gleaming with juices under the light of the moon, it looked way too enticing for Cynthia to resist, now or ever.

  In a posture befitting a ravenous animal, Cynthia was just about to descend on the alien’s swollen member. However, his interposing hands grabbed her by the waist before she could do so. With great force, he lifted her off the ground and tossed her into the grass on her back. A mere moment later he landed on top of her prone body, impaling her mercilessly with his gargantuan manhood.

  “Oh, God Almighty!” Cynthia cried out, the shock of her insides expanding to accept such a sizeable intrusion struggling with the intense pleasure it caused. If she knew their names, she would have called out all the alien deities as well.

  “See? Told you that you were a dirty girl,” the Hood spoke in her ear, slowly distancing himself from her body and pulling out in the process. Wanting more, Cynthia was just about to voice her protests when he assaulted her innards once again, burying his throbbing manhood all the way down to its base. She gasped, the whirlwind of pleasurable sensations dancing within her lower belly.

  Cynthia could feel his body as he embraced her; it was lean and hard, every muscle clearly distinct from the others. He was built like a swimmer—thin, wide-shouldered, and without a trace of fat.

  The entirety of her essence overtaken by an intense tingling, she rolled her eyes backwards, a pleasurable moan escaping her opened lips. Taking this a sign of approval, the Hood thrust into her again, the smile still gracing his face. Legs spread, Cynthia moaned with each and every slow thrust he delivered.

  Now even more turned on, he placed his hands back on her breasts, smudging them with a bit of dirt from the grass. It didn’t bother her. In fact, in her heightened state of sensation, every little grain that rolled against her skin only served to tease her more.

  “Yesss,” Cynthia slurred the word out, lost in her own little world of ecstasy. Taken by the moment himself, the Hood started pounding harder and faster, firmly holding her by her breasts. The entirety of her body shaking, Cynthia could feel the tingling that had expanded through her not so long ago ignite. She was on fire, and it felt so good.

  Then, the fire turned into an explosion. Searing white and all-consuming, the climax wrapped itself around and over her consciousness, deleting everything in the process.

  Cynthia Greene was no more, and neither was the Hood. They were now one, united by their passion for each other.

  Epilogue

  Please accept this humble payment for your contribution to the war effort.

  Cynthia sat at her reading desk, going through the various papers that lay piled up on it. Most of them were checks, addressed to her or Johnny, as the Hood still insisted to be called.

  He is essentially one big child, she reminded herself while still looking at the paper. An ingenious, sex god of a child who made us rich, that is.

  It took a whole lot of persuasion, some of which crossed into a more unconventional territory, but Cynthia Greene had managed to persuade Johnny (he would still laugh out loud whenever anyone called him by his assumed name) to sell his inventions. He had flat-out refused to do it for a long time, but her feminine charms won out in the end.

  “If we don’t have to scrounge for rat and lizard meat every day, or check the perimeter hourly, then we would have more time for each other.” That was the punch line that had finally managed to change his mind on the matter. The military asked surprisingly few questions, taking what he had to offer with open arms and giving back privilege after privilege. Money, accommodations—anything they asked for, they got. And the contract ensured that the arrangement would stand for as long as Johnny’s weapons remained in use.

  Which, at the rate the war is going, will likely be a very long time.

  Still, progress had been made. Cats were no longer the danger they used to be, and there was no more need to level entire cities where a good old frontal assault would do—a frontal assault made with Johnny’s instruments of war.

  Their private life had become as good as it could possibly be. There was no more need for Cynthia to expose herself to the dangers of any wasteland. Even Johnny had let go of a piece of his well-hidden bitterness, having found comfort in her arms.

  And if their private life was good, their love life was even better. With no time lost on unimportant matters like their own safety, the pair engaged in acts of wild sex whenever the opportunity presented itself. Which was pretty much all the time.

  Johnny’s alien libido and fortitude were so formidable that he was always up to the task, regardless of the place or circumstance. From time to time she would ask herself just how the invaders had managed to form such a perfect human disguise, yet keep a significant part of their physical superiority. Only once did she dare ask him about it, but his response was a tease like always.

  “Whatever gave you the idea that my entire race shares my own degree of sexual prowess, my dear?” he said, the ego simply radiating from that grin of his.

  That grin I don’t want to live without… the grin I
can’t live without.

  Interrupting that train of thought, the door to the room opened. Johnny came in, his face deprived of the smile she had just mused over. This did not happen often, and when it did, it always signified trouble.

  Something is very wrong.

  “Is anything the matter, honey?” She rose from her desk, pressing the papers with the palm of her hand so the draft doesn’t scatter them.

  “Your people—I mean, the army men from up high—they want me to help them on something big.” He passed by her, stopping in front of the window.

  “Isn’t that a good thing?” She approached, surprised by his attitude. No matter how pressured he felt, Johnny would never retreat from her like that. This was something new, something they hadn’t touched on yet.

  “Nothing is a good thing!” He turned to face her, the anger visible in his stare.

  “Aren’t the two of us a good thing?” Cynthia tried smiling a little bit to soften him up. It worked for a little bit, his frown diminishing in intensity somewhat.

  “You do not understand.”

  “Then make me understand, love. Let me know what troubles you and I will help you.” She paused for a little bit. “Johnny.”

  He couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Cynthia had no idea what made the moniker so funny to him, but at least she could make some use of it.

  “Do you know why I was exiled, my beloved Cynthia?” he asked, the smile wiped from his face again.

  “Conspiring against your superior, or that’s what you told me anyway,” Cynthia answered, raising an eyebrow.

  “And I’ve told you the truth. However, as always, there are the more explicit details.” He paused for a moment again. “The exact reason for our conspiring was less than palatable. We grew tired of our commander giving privileges to his consort. From our point of view, the fleet was no longer being directed by him, but by her. She kept steering his actions to suit her own interests. Understand?”

  “For the most part, yes. What I don’t understand is why that would be as important as you make it out to be.”