“Think of it this way,” I said, “if whoever took her had overwhelming numbers, why wouldn’t they just take us all out? They looked at us, saw you, Tschenkar, and said ‘Forget that! This isn’t a fight I’m winning.’”
“Yes,” Tschenkar said, stroking his chin, “this does make sense.”
“And,” I said, “you said Khetar bloodlust is stronger than any human weapon. Remember? Get mad, they just took our friend. And after you defeat them, you could question them. You can figure out how many are around here. What’s going on in Ginsburg? We could learn a lot.”
“And we rescue Cleopatra,” he said.
We circled back around. Nearer the car, Tschenkar found tracks.
“How many are there?” I asked.
“Six,” he said. “Such little feet. They call themselves men?”
“You can take out six men bare-handed?” Julia asked.
Tschenkar nodded. “Easily, though I don’t know if I can keep both of you—and Cleopatra too—safe while I rip their cocks off and ram them up their assholes.”
“What if,” I said, “and this is just maybe too wild an idea, but what if you just killed them quickly and didn’t do the gross cocks in ass thing?”
I had meant to be sarcastic, but Tschenkar took it as a serious question. “Well, then it would go smoother, sure. They’d get easy deaths they don’t deserve, but it’s close. If only I had something more potent than a sharp stick and a pair of antlers.”
Then he reached down, grabbed his cock, and shook it. “Well, this doesn’t count, because it’s a lover and not a fighter.”
I realized he still wasn’t wearing pants, and Julia had been staring agape at him, but she was—for the first time—staring directly at his cock.
I grabbed Tschenkar and hissed in his ear. “Where are your pants? And you know you can go pee without taking your pants all the way off. You just pull them down.”
“Oh,” he said. “Yeah, I guess I’d never worn pants.”
“Go get them,” I growled. “I have an idea for a weapon.”
Tschenkar went to go get his pants, and I glared at Julia, but softened my expression when she blushed and started profusely apologizing.
“I’m doing a thing in my head,” she said.
“It’s best if you keep your fantasies in there,” I said.
“I mean,” she said, “in my head I’m pretending it’s another Khetar. When I lust after him like that. I’m erasing Tschenkar and inserting some other guy. It’s just his body is the only one I’ve ever seen, but I just want you to know I’m not going for him. I wouldn’t do that, Sex—Engineer Eve, I consider you a friend now.”
I smiled. “Thanks. You too. I’m new to this jealousy over men thing too. You’ll understand when you get yours.”
“I still can’t believe they’ll go for an old one like me.”
“They will. First we have to survive this though. Now, I’m going to suggest something you’re not going to like…”