Louis Collins: A Post-American Odyssey

Louis stripped off his shirt and trousers, tossing them on an ottoman. “What a day.”

“A long day,” Angelique said, unzipping her dress. “A successful day, but a long one.” She folded the dress and placed it in a hamper.

Gladice stripped off her shirt and skirt. She stretched. “I’m looking forward to some sleep and a good fuck.”

“We’ll see about that, Glads,” Willa said, taking off her blouse. “I’m exhausted.”

“You’re never too exhausted for a good fuck, Willa,” Gladice said, taking off her bra. “Louis needs it. He’s been stressed.”

“I’m fine, Gladie,” Louis said, taking off his underwear. He lay on the bed, his cock hard. “But I won’t say no. Come here.”

Gladice crawled onto the bed and straddled him. “That’s what I like to hear.” She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue finding his. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. She ground against him, her pussy wet against his cock. He moaned into her mouth.

Angelique and Willa took off the rest of their clothes and joined them on either side. Angelique kissed Louis’s neck, while Willa traced his chest with her fingertips.

“This is nice,” Gladice said, breaking the kiss. “The four of us. Like old times.”

“You mean the day we were caught naked in a hot tub in the cabin in Dixie?” Willa asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That was a good day,” Gladice said. “You joined us, after all.”

“Like I said, I was curious,” Willa said. “But I’m glad I did.”

Angelique kissed Louis’s ear. “I’m glad we’re all together.”

“Me too,” Louis said, his hands moving up Gladice’s breasts. He squeezed them. Gladice gasped.

“I want you inside me, Louis,” Gladice said, her breath hot against his skin. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, sliding his cock into her wet pussy. She was tight and hot. He started thrusting as he kissed Angelique, his tongue exploring her mouth. Willa took Louis’s other hand and placed it on her pussy. He circled her clit with his fingers.

“Oh, Louis,” Willa moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Gladice rode him, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. “Worship my pussy with your cock, my prince. Pray to me.”

“You’re a goddess, Gladie.” Louis broke his kiss with Angelique, thrusting deeper into her. “A true goddess.”

“I am,” she said. “I am the goddess of your pleasure.” She leaned back, her hands on his chest, and arched her back. Her breasts bounced with each thrust.

Louis kissed Willa, his fingers still working on her clit. He felt Angelique’s lips on his neck, her hands on his shoulders. He felt Gladice’s pussy tightening around his cock, her movements getting faster.

“Louis!” Gladice cried out.

He felt her orgasm, her pussy pulsing around him. He kept thrusting, feeling his own climax approaching. He moaned into Willa’s mouth. His cock throbbed as he came, filling Gladice with cum. She collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. He held her, stroking her hair. Willa kissed his cheek, and Angelique kissed his other. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of their bodies.

“That was good,” Gladice said.

“It was,” Louis said. “I love you, Gladie.”

“I love you too, Louis,” she said, kissing him.

Louis held Angelique and Willa closer. “I love you too, Angi. And you, Willa.”

Willa smiled. “I love you too, Louis. But it’s still kind of hilarious when you say it to everyone at the same time.”

Angelique laughed. “It is.”

“I’m a prince,” Louis said. “I have to treat my princesses equally.”

“A prince with a very tired cock,” Gladice said. “But that’s okay. I’m satisfied.”

“I’m glad,” Louis said. “I aim to please.”

“You always do, Louis,” Angelique said, kissing him again. “Always.”

“I’m going to use my toy now,” Willa said, crawling to the side of the bed and taking out a vibrator from a drawer. “Don’t mind me.”

“Can I watch?” Louis asked.

“Of course,” Willa said. “It’s not like I’m shy around you.” She turned on the vibrator and placed it between her legs. A soft buzzing filled the room. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. She spread her legs and moved the vibrator in small circles on her clit. Her breathing quickened. Louis stared at her pussy: a perfect triangle of dark hair, pink lips, glistening and wet. He felt his cock stir again. He pulled out of Gladice and looked at Angelique.

“Your turn, my princess,” he said.

Angelique smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Gladice rolled off him and lay on her side, her eyes on Willa. Louis got on top of Angelique, kissing her. He entered her slowly. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. He started thrusting, feeling her tight warmth around him. He looked at Willa, who was now arching her back, one hand massaging her breasts.

“Look at me, Louis,” Angelique whispered in his ear.

He looked at Angelique, his eyes meeting hers. He kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She tasted like wine. He increased his pace, her hips rising to meet his. He heard Willa’s moans grow louder.

He felt Angelique’s pussy clamp down on him as she came, a soft cry escaping her lips. He kept thrusting, sweat beading on his chest. He looked at her face, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed. She was beautiful. He was the luckiest man in the world.

“Come for me, Louis,” Angelique said, her fingers tracing the muscles on his back.

Louis thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he came, filling her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. He looked at Willa. She had her eyes closed, a smile on her face, the vibrator turned off. Gladice looked at them as she lounged by the pillows, one hand between her legs.

“I love watching you two,” Gladice said. “You’re like a pair of beautiful animals. Especially when you come.”

Angelique laughed. “What kind of animals?”

“Dangerous ones,” Gladice said. “But also very loving and horny.”

Louis rolled off Angelique and lay on his back. “Lions?”

“No,” Gladice said. “Wolves. A pack. A family. Hunting together. Making loves together. That’s what we are.”

“I like that,” Angelique said. “A pack of wolves.”

“Just don’t bite me,” Willa said, standing up. “I’m going to clean my toy and myself.” She walked to the bathroom.

“I’ll join you,” Gladice said, getting up. “I need to pee too.” She followed Willa.

Louis wrapped an arm around Angelique. “A pack of wolves. That’s us.”

“It is,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “I’m glad you’re the alpha.”

“I’m glad you’re my alpha female,” he said, kissing her hair. “You keep me in line.”

“Someone has to,” she said. “You’re too impulsive and too theatrical.”

“Sometimes,” he said. “But it works.”

“Sometimes it does,” she said. “Sometimes it doesn’t. Like with Rachel. You were playing with fire.”

“I know,” he said. “But I had to get her to eat and trust us.”

“I know,” she said. “But you made it worse. Now she thinks you’re a messenger of Brother John’s will. And that’s dangerous.”

“It’s a role,” he said. “I can play it. I can drop it when I don’t need it anymore.”

“Can you?” she asked. “Or are you starting to believe in your own performance?”

Louis looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you enjoy it, Louis,” she said. “You enjoy the power. The drama. The attention. You’re becoming more and more like your father.”

“He’s a good leader and actor,” he said. “I can learn from him.”

“Be careful, Louis,” she said. “Don’t lose yourself in the role.”

“I won’t, Angi,” he said. “I promise.”

Angelique kissed him. “I hope not. Because I love you. The real you.”

Louis nodded without answering.

“I’m thinking about Brother John,” Angelique said, her fingers tracing the sweat on his chest. “What if he’s already made a deal with the Prophet King? What if Rachel is not a key, but a trap?”

“Then we will turn the trap against them,” he said. “We are not the prey, Angi. We are the predators.”

“I know,” she said. “But even predators can get caught. Especially when they underestimate their prey.”

“I won’t underestimate them,” he said. “We have a team and the Dominion behind us.”

“I know,” she said. “I’m just worried.”

“Don’t be,” he said. “I’m not.” He paused. “Well, maybe a little. But I’m also excited.”

“Of course you are,” she said, smiling. “Because you’re a thrill-seeker. Just like Glads.”

“You’re a thrill-seeker too, Angi,” he said. “You just hide it better.”

“Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe I just have better taste.”

“Ouch,” he said, laughing. “That’s a low blow.”

Angelique’s smile widened. “I have many.”

The bathroom door opened. Willa and Gladice came out, naked and refreshed. They climbed into the bed with Louis and Angelique.

“Are you two still talking about Salt Lake City?” Gladice asked, lying on her back. “I thought we were done with that for tonight.”

“We were just finishing,” Angelique said. “But it’s necessary to think about the possibilities.”

“There are many possibilities,” Willa said, lying on her side. “Most of them are dangerous.”

“But also exciting,” Gladice said. “I’m looking forward to seeing the look on Brother John’s face when we find him and put a bullet in his brain.”

“Let’s focus on getting there first,” Louis said. “And on getting Rachel to the Prophet King in one piece.”

“Do you really think he will let her go?” Willa asked. “After paying a million Euros for her?”

“He might, if we make him a better offer,” Louis said.

“Like two million Euros?” Gladice asked.

“Like access to the Dominion’s market and our technology,” Angelique said. “Or our diplomatic support.”

“That’s a good offer,” Willa said. “But is it good enough for a king who thinks he’s a prophet?”

“We’ll see,” Louis said.

He closed his eyes. He felt Angelique’s head on his chest, Gladice’s arm on his waist, and Willa’s leg against his. He thought about what Angelique said. Was she right? Was he losing himself? He didn’t think so. He was still Louis Collins. He was still the man who loved her and the others. He was still the man who would do anything to protect them. But he was also a man with a mission. A man with a purpose. He would do whatever it took to achieve it. Even if it meant becoming someone he didn’t recognize.