Quaranteam - North West

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QT:NW continues the official Spin-Off for the Quaranteam universe originally created by CorruptingPower. You do not need to have read the original series to enjoy this one, but you really do need to start with Chapters 1-4 (I really suggest you read the original though, it's great!). Fans of the original should be pleased to know CP has approved the story and the continuity.

In this chapter you can expect hospital reunions, bodies changing, a couple of explanations and some sweaty sex.

Returning Dramatis Personae

House Black

- Harrison 'Harri' Black - Sheriff of Black County, 'Jason Momoa-looking motherfucker' mountain man (mixed heritage), former Army MP

- Kyla Bautista - Trained dancer, Phillipino Spy, Harri's Deputy Sheriff, Raven hair

- Tanaya Airington - Former rodeo barrel racer and native relay rider, Petite and stoic Native, Raven hair

- Gertrude 'Gerty' Swiftwater - Former Tribal police on the Rez, Voluptuous Native, Kara's second cousin, Raven hair

- Kara Swiftwater - Harrison's high school sweetheart, former community leader of the local Native band, Gerty's second cousin, Raven hair

OGA

- Agent Greerson - Senior 'OGA' that negotiated Harri's land deal and dropped Kyla into Harri's life

- Captain Magdalene 'Maggie' Luckey - African-American, Former Air Force (and former Linda's Girl, see Phil's Tale), skilled combatant, mid-recruitment onto Greerson's team.

Military

- 'The Doc' - A female doctor from the Portland Serum Test facility. Was part of Harri's care team when he was shot, and then the emergency response team following the Hostage rescue.

- Lt Col Miriam Abarbanel - Military friend of Harri's, Air Force Lt Col, Jewish heritage, Commanding Officer for Valhalla Hills construction and the Oregon Quaranteam research project

Other

- Julia De Luca - Helicopter Pilot, former Air Force Pararescue Pilot. Friend and Client of Erica.

Referenced Characters

- Erica LaCosta - Fiancee of Harri, Italian Tattoo Artist, Leo's sister, Dark Brunette

- Ivy Gauthier - Quebecoise stripper, half-tattooed, Dirty Blonde anal queen

- Danielle 'Dani' - Australian stripper, Brunette

- Leo LaCosta - Harri's best friend and former roommate, Italian carpenter, Erica's brother

- Vanessa Peters - Construction Forewoman, Daughter of Brent Peters the head of the construction project, Brunette

- Dylan Taylor - Former Ranger, former CIA, skilled combatant, short with very generic features allowing him to blend into most cultures. Currently runs a Self-Defence Prep Academy and works on Human and Child trafficking cases. Married to Jeanine Taylor.

- Jedidiah Crane - Former Pararescue Operator and combat medic, very tall blonde. Ethnically Amish. Skilled combatant.

- Jeanine Taylor - Looks like a blonde housewife, Skilled combatant, certified psychopath. Currently runs a Self-Defence Prop Academy and works on Human and Child Trafficking cases. Married to Dylan Taylor.

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I was moving before I was really awake, my head throbbing with panic and aggression because I'd been helpless. Something was

wrong

. I needed to

do

something. Someone needed me. My heart was pummeling the inside of my chest and adrenaline was shooting through me. I opened my eyes and was assaulted by white light and hands were on me, pushing me back. I struggled, batting them away.

Kara was panicking. Her voice, calling my name. She needed me. I needed to

do something

.

"Harri, stop!"

My vision was still swirling but Kyla swam into focus, and I wasn't sure if it was because I would always have eyes for her, or if it was because she'd reached in and grabbed me by my face as she glared in a stern panic over a heavy-duty rebreather mask strapped over her mouth and nose. I almost couldn't recognize her except for her eyes.

I was holding someone, my arm around their neck. I was sitting up and had another person by the front of their shirt.

"Mr Black, you're in a hospital," grunted the woman I had by the collar.

I sucked in a massive breath, blinking as my vision cleared some more, and let go of the Doc and then the nurse - a male nurse, thank God. He stumbled away coughing, but the Doc just straightened out her white jacket.

"There he is," Kyla said, letting go of my face and running her fingers through my hair. Her voice was muffled by the filtered mask, which looked like the kind of filtered mask that construction workers wore when dealing with heavy dust or chemicals.

"That wasn't the usual wake-up," the Doc said clinically. "We'll need to update our procedures."

"What happened?" I asked, my heart still beating hard in my chest as I looked around. Kyla was there, so I wasn't in danger, but then why was my fucking fight/flight reaction off the Goddamn charts? The last thing I remembered was... "Where's Kara?"

"Mr Black, everyone is unharmed," the Doc said, her tone commanding my attention. Something in me wanted to ignore her though, to leap out of bed and push past her and

go

. "Following your imprinting of Tanaya Airington, you happened to undergo a process known as 'regeneration' - it is what it sounds like. You've been unconscious for about twenty hours."

"Is Tanaya alright?" I asked, my eyes bouncing from the Doc to Kyla. "Where's Kara?"

"Tanaya is fine, she's already awake," Kyla said, putting her hands on my chest. I was dressed in a hospital gown. The room around us looked familiar - we were in the medical ward of Miriam's skyrise facility in Portland. Where I'd been taken when I was shot. "Harri, you need to focus. For Kara."

"Your partner is correct," the Doc said. "Miss Swiftwater is currently under an immense amount of stress due to the timing of your regeneration. I need you to listen to me for one minute, and then I'll bring you to her."

I sucked in another deep breath and nodded. What the fuck was she waiting for?

"Miss Swiftwater has gone longer than anyone should after the priming until the imprinting. Only one test subject thus far has gone longer than her by choice, and we are unaware of anyone else who has gone this long. She requires your semen

now

, Harrison, but you need to be cautious. Be careful not to hurt her, her body likely feels like it's on fire at the moment."

"OK," I said, taking another breath. "Alright. Take me to her." The Doc signalled to the orderly, who grimaced as he went to open the quarantine containment door for the room. Kyla hovered while I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

"No dizziness?" she asked. "Do you need water?"

"I'm fine," I said, then adjusted my tone because it was harsher than I meant it to be. "Sorry. I'm fine, but if Kara is in pain because of this thing then I need to get this done ASAP."

Kyla nodded, still eyeing me critically, her brow knotted together in concern. "OK," she said, then looked to the Doc. "Let's go."

I really was only in a hospital gown and I could feel the cool air on my ass as we walked quickly out of the room and into the medical clinic hallway with all its sci-fi-looking state-of-the-art observation bays and equipment. I didn't give a flying fuck if my ass was hanging out the back of the gown, though. Everything in my body was on edge, the panic in Kara's voice that last moment before I went unconscious ringing in my ears.

The orderly started to open the next containment-sealed door and Kyla turned and put a hand on my chest again as she looked up at me. "Gerty and Tanaya are in there with her. Let me get them out and then you do your thing, OK?"

I swallowed, resisting the urge to growl at the orderly as he took so fucking

long

to open the door, and nodded to Kyla. She nodded back firmly.

The door opened, and Kyla slipped in first as she quickly called for Tanaya and Gerty to follow her. The Doc went in next, and before I could push past the orderly and into the room Kyla was coming out, followed by Tanaya and then Gerty. They were all dressed in sweat suits, I realised, baggy and in Air Force grey. The sweatpants hung a little low on Tanaya's thin hips, and Gerty's curvy physique wasn't done any favours as the bagginess hid her charms. Both of the women looked stressed out and relieved at the same time, and I opened my arms and pulled them both to me in a crushing hug.

Gerty was saying something, but the ringing in my ears was back, hanging over the thundering of my blood pressure in my ears. They felt so fucking good in my arms, and I wanted to tell them everything would be OK, and I was there for them, and I still considered myself lucky as all fuck to have them in my family, for them to be

mine

.

But they smelled of sweat and stale sex. It was clinging to them.

The hospital room was leaking the stink into the hallway.

"I can't talk," I said, hoping that I wasn't hurting Gerty by not responding to her.

"Go," Gerty urged me, pulling from my hug. Tanaya followed quickly. I caught her by the arm, leaning in and planting a quick kiss on her forehead, then pivoting and doing the same to Gerty. Kyla tried to usher me into the room but I kissed her forehead as well before entering through the wall of hot smell that was hovering in the doorway.

There wasn't any other way to describe it than sweat and stale sex. And as soon as I entered I could see why.

Kara was on the hospital bed, completely naked. Her body was shimmering, her hair damp and clinging to her forehead, cheeks and shoulders with sweat. Her wrists and ankles were strapped with cushioned cuffs to the bed railings and she was tensed and pulling against the restraints. Her knees were twisting as she practically vibrated, her teeth clenched like she was going to crack her molars from the tension coiled inside of her and her pretty face scrunched in a grimace.

"Harri!" she exhaled, her voice breaking as her eyes snapped wide as soon as I was in the room. "Thank

fuck

, I'm fucking

dying

without your fucking

cock

. I need you to fucking

fuck me

right fucking

now

. I can't fucking

come

but I

need

to fucking get some

fucking

relief godfucking

damn!

" She thrust her knees apart as best she could, shifting her butt down the bed to let her legs spread even wider. No shame, even with the Doc standing next to her bed and Kyla hanging in the doorway behind me.

"You should-" the Doc started, but I was already pulling off my hospital gown. "-do so," she continued, her eyes hesitating for a moment on my nude body. "And the sooner you complete the process the better. Try not to be too loud, please."

I didn't know if it was the knowledge that Kara needed me, or that it was Kara generally, or just the adrenaline still beating through my veins, but I was hard by the time I was at her bed. The Doc disappeared, and as I was climbing onto the bed Kyla followed me in and hovered near the bed.

"In me, in me, in me," Kara was grunting, thrusting her hips up towards me. "Please, God, Harri. In me!"

"I've got the restraints," Kyla said, starting to work on one of Kara's feet.

I was between her legs, leaning down over her, and positioned my cock at her entrance. It was inflamed and literally dripping with her excretions, flowered open like it had already been fucked so hard it couldn't close up again. Even her interior muscles were flexing. Her eyes were pleading and bloodshot from being awake and wracked by the strain that had been put on her.

Then I was inside her, pinning her to the bed with my cock, piercing into her with one hard, swift thrust. Kara let out a sobbing moan of relief and need and desperation. Kyla got the restraint for her foot undone and Kara snapped it up and around, hooking it over my hip and digging her heel into my ass like she was worried I was going to pull away.

"Fuck me, Harri," she gasped. "I need your cum. I

need

it, it's the only thing that will- Fuuuuck, that will stop this. It's like my insides are trying to become my fucking outsides, Harri. It needs your fucking cum. I need it

in me

. I need you to

fuck me

like a fucking whore and fucking

come

in my

pussy

and make it all

stop

. I need it so I can be

yours

. I need it to

live

. I need

you

to live. I

need

you."

I was hammering into her as she babbled. Kyla got her other foot free and Kara wrapped both legs around my hips tightly, yanking me down into her after every out thrust.

"I'm here," I growled. "I'm here, Kara. You're all mine, forever."

"I'm yours," she sobbed, still somewhere between relief and desperation. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours."

This wasn't how I'd wanted it to be. I wanted to make love to her. Even if it was an imprinting, I wanted our first time together again to feel like it meant something, a symbol of the new us. I'd imagined something slow, something emotional. Instead, this was animalistic. It was pure instinct, pure mechanics. My hips were a piston driving my cock in and out of her in a forceful beating, and as Kyla got one of Kara's hands free she wrapped it around my shoulder, trying to pull me ever closer.

"Please, Harri," Kara sobbed. "Please. I love you. I want to always love you. I want to be yours. Please let me be yours."

I kissed her, little more than our lips mashing together, and I growled, "Mine," into them.

I came, my hips not stopping as I emptied myself into Kara's sloshy, messy cunt. I fucked her like she wasn't even human, just a thing.

I

was a thing, just a fucking machine of instinct and hormone, mindless in my pursuit of the primal urge inside me. To fill her. Claim her like property. No one would

ever

consider her anything but mine again. Over my dead fucking body.

All of them were mine.

"Imprinting. Imprinting. Imprinting," Kara was saying in my ear.

"Come on, Harri," Kyla said. She was shaking me gently.

I was cradling my body over Kara's protectively, breathing like a bellows. My right ear had a ringing in it, different from the thundering pressure that had been in me when I first woke up. This was the ring after someone had been screaming and howling in my ear at the top of their lungs. I also had an ache in my shoulder and across my back, which I would later piece together was because Kara had bit my shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks without breaking the skin, and then clawed up my back as she'd rolled through a trio of massive orgasms in a row as I'd rutted my cum into her. I'd completely blanked through all of it.

Sitting up slowly, I looked down at my newest, and oldest, partner. Kara looked like hell. I hadn't noticed before that her skin looked reddish and inflamed, or that she had fresh bruises on her arms and legs like she'd been thrashing around, now layered over the scrapes and bruises she'd gotten from her ordeal with the militia. But even with all that, and the sweat, and the smell of her confined chemically-induced lust, she was still a fucking gorgeous sight.

And I was still hard inside of her.

There was a temptation to just keep fucking her. She was

mine

and she would allow it if I wanted it.

But that wasn't

me

. I grunted, shaking my head and taking a breath. Carefully pulling out of her, I groaned in my throat as my cock bobbed back up at attention while I backed down the bed. I was still breathing heavily, though the adrenaline hammering in my chest seemed to be calming down. Once I was on my feet I grunted again, bracing a hand on the end of the bed and blinking a couple of times.

"Are you OK now?" Kyla asked me.

I looked at her. The outfit might have been unflattering, and she didn't have any makeup on, but my partner and the mother-to-be of my future child still looked gorgeous even with that filter mask on. And she'd been just as at risk of infection as me, and it had been twenty more hours for the virus to settle into her while I'd been unconscious. Going through whatever had happened to me.

"I am," I said lowly, coming around the bed towards her. "But you're not." I closed the distance and picked her up, reaching around her and lifting her with both hands on her ass. She didn't fight it, instead wrapping her legs up around my sides and leaning towards me, pulling my face into the plain grey cloth over her chest. I backed her up to the wall and she pressed her back to it, bracing her hands on my shoulders so she was looking me in the eye.

"You need to fuck me," she said. Not a question, not a demand. Just a fact.

"Over and over," I said, my hands finding the waistband of her sweatpants and scooping them down under her ass along with her underwear.

She shoved the mask up over her face and it clattered to the ground, and then she used her athleticism and limberness from her years of dance to shift first one and then both legs up onto my shoulders. This dropped her hips and ass lower until my cock was nudging against her butt cheek. Her sweatpants didn't even come down past her knees as she tried to fish a hand under us to get me in position. "Fuck me healthy, Hatti," she groaned.

I lifted her a little, my hand back on her ass, and she got me positioned and I thrust into her.

Again, what my brain said I wanted was love-making. We'd been through a couple of traumatic experiences, we needed to cool off and find ourselves and feel that special connection between us. We needed to reset our balance.

We fucked. Her back pressed to the wall of the hospital room. My hips slapped against her ass. She had her hands clasped behind my neck, staring intensely into my eyes as we both panted from the exertion.

"I love you," she gasped.

"I love you too," I growled.

"I did my best," she said, her eyes softening a little.

"I know," I said, driving deep into her and practically folding her in half as I pressed as close as I could to her, our lips meeting in a feverish kiss. "I know you would."

"Erica is pissed," Kyla murmured. I was rotating my hips, stirring my cock in her. "Ivy had to stop her from driving up here."

"It's fine," I groaned. "It'll be fine. There was nothing else you could do. You took care of all of us."

"I tried," she whispered. "I couldn't stay with all of you at once. I had to let Miriam take care of you so I could take care of the others. Dani helped until we got here, and then she had to get back home so she could be with Leo."

"You did the right thing," I said, kissing her again. "You did the right thing."

She sobbed, the weight of everything leaking out of her. She carried so much stress, so much baggage, and it was so easy to forget that she wasn't

just

my gorgeous girlfriend-lover-partner, or my badass Deputy. She had a childhood of exacting expectations and training, and the demands of a father and nation that had wanted to use her any way that they could for their own gains. Kyla still carried the effects of that, and I hadn't realised how much she had been turning those expectations on herself - to keep me safe, and to keep the family safe.

"You're safe," I told her. "You're safe. I've got you now."

We ended up on the cold tile floor. I didn't give a fuck. Kyla was on top of me, her pants still clinging to one ankle and her shirt pulled up and over her head, hooked behind her shoulders and neck, so that she could press her bare chest to mine. She was riding my cock using just her hips, her chin tucked into the crook of my neck as I held her tightly with my arms.

"I'm yours," she sniffed. "Just as much as she is. Right?"

"Oh, Kyla," I said, my voice cracking. "You're all mine, forever. No one will

ever

take you away from me."

She bit my shoulder lightly and came, still humping her hips at me. A completely non-vaccine related orgasm, and my favourite kind for my partners to have even if they weren't the mindblowing ones that came from my cum hitting their system.