Chronos Chronicles 2: Without a Map
Copyright© 2008 by Joan of Acre
Chapter 13
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Chronos, after helping to save the Kindred women, finds herself on a very different journey. She is among the first human beings that she has seen in over 15 years. This time she must relearn what it means to be human, she finds herself a without a map to guide her only universal sense of what is going on.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Group Sex Slow
It doesn't take me long to find Saber. He is close to 7 feet tall and all muscles, but he is pretty smart for a muscle man. I just focus on the sounds of fighting and there they are, Knight Protectors of the Compound. A 16 man squad, down now by 3 and at least 2 more on the critical list. But they are out there working, honing their skills in the area set aside for their fight practice.
I spend a minute watching. They are some of the prettiest men and women I have seen in awhile. And as Napoleon is not in evidence at this time, I feel at ease walking into their midst. At first I join two women who I take to be spectators. They are not. They are the Amazons: Annie's friends.
One is tall with short curly black hair. She has a strapping figure to go with her height, the other is more average in looks. She has short brown hair and an old scar over her right eye.
"You must be the famous Chronos?" the tall woman says doubtfully. She is radiating animosity.
I am kind of easy to spot. I have dark green hair and a thin gold chain wrapped around my waist. Who else would I be. The woman is obviously upset by something, whether or not it is me remains to be seen. I can think of no reason to antagonize them right from the start.
"I am called Chronos. I did not think I was famous, but then again I did not count on saving a 16 year old chatter box either," I give her an easy grin. She sniffs, but the other woman chuckles.
Neither of them has the same charm and beauty that Annie had. She had long red hair, and a wicked sense of humor. We hit it off as friends right away.
"You must be Annie's friends." I try to be polite. They exchange looks, but don't answer. Whatever. I shrug my shoulders and move on as they are not willing to accept my hand of friendship.
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