The Manhammer

By Cole Braddock

And now, Jock Manhammer has had enough. If things don’t change quickly, he might start a war.

Except that those gods over there might decide to wipe out all humanity if he does.

Can Dirk save the galaxy one last time?

The exciting conclusion of the twelve episode grand epic "Penetrating the Forbidden Triangle."

Part of the Erotic Adventures of Dirk Thruster.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knotted Road Press
• Release date: Mar 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005561536

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The Manhammer

THE MANHAMMER

PENETRATING THE FORBIDDEN TRIANGLE, 012

COLE BRADDOCK

KNOTTED ROAD PRESS

CONTENTS

Author’s Note

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

THE MANHAMMER

JIRA SLEEPER SHIP

Dirk stepped through the godportal and emerged in a hallway not all that far outside of Rayne’s Imperial suite aboard the Jira Sleeper Ship. For a moment, he felt so weak he thought he might collapse and pass out, but it passed quickly.

All that energy Imelda had granted him before was being withdrawn, back into the Forbidden Triangle. At least until he chose to return and claim it.

Maybe.

Are you okay? Rayne asked, concern in her voice.

Dirk shook his head to clear the cobwebs then turned to smile at her.

And realized he had a problem. A big one.

What? she said, flinching back from his gaze.

Tiffany gasped on his other side, so he turned to look at her and caught her nod of understanding.

Chrysalis, Dirk said simply, studying Tiffany quickly before turning back to Rayne. She was the same woman he remembered. Rayne was…not. Something happened to you in the Forbidden Triangle.

What? she repeated, shriller this time.

Rayne looked at her hands now and gasped just as Tiffany had.

Oh my God! she exclaimed.

It hadn’t been obvious in the half-light of the testing laboratory. Here, under the bright cheeriness of the Jira Sleeper Ship, the changes were quite obvious. Normally, Dirk would have called them for the better, but not right this moment.

You look twenty, he told her.

What woman didn’t want to look twenty forever? To be young and slender and beautiful? Especially as she was approaching forty and had put on womanly curves to hip and breast. That worked to her benefit for a time, until age started to creep in: lines on forehead, cords in neck, liver spots on skin.

Rayne was much closer in appearance to the bubbly, blond princess babe he’d first encountered more than a decade ago.

Well, shit, she said, as if that covered the entire basis of this conversation.

It might.

Footsteps approached, around the corner. Several of them.

It’s Dirk Thruster and friends, he called loudly, hopefully putting them at ease.

Within the Tantric Legion, he was a known quantity. He thought that he’d opened the portal to the right place, back when he’d briefly been a god.

Several pink-clad troopers stepped around the corner now, pistols pointed at him anyway, but far less high-strung than they might have been, had they been fearing an assassin. Dirk counted four in immediate sight, probably with more back as reinforcements.

All wore the black half-mask and hood that went with the pink pajamas, rendering them nearly anonymous, but he recognized the one on the left. Wendra. Compact almost to the point of being squat, with wide, flat breasts that matched her broad shoulders and hips.

Dirk was reminded of Steffy, if the formerly-tall woman were scaled down and scrunched her some. Muscles, but done well and naturally instead of with chemical injections and pills. And Tiffany had mentioned her little tête-à-tête with the woman, so he had a personal connection there