Orbital Academy 14

"Oooh Preston," Missy moaned, all sign of acting gone. Preston smiled and kept on licking, lapping up her juices and reveling in the tangy taste and scent. "This is supposed to be about you, s-stop it," Missy breathed, and Preston chuckled again.

He rose, barely pausing to nip at her breast on his way up. Missy had already reached down to grab his member, stroking it and sliding his head between her lips, and he thrust into her with a powerful, hard motion. Missy threw her head back, her mouth open in a wordless moan. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and suddenly her slit was trembling around his length. Preston would've been proud of giving her an orgasm with a single thrust, but her wet, warm cunt gripping his shaft felt so good he knew he wasn't going to last long himself. He thrust a few more times, enjoying the wet sounds of sex and her shuddering breaths almost as much as the feeling of her tight sex. When he came he felt explosive, and he slammed into Missy's body so hard and so deep that it left them both in a heap on the bed, panting and gasping.

Preston stroked Missy's hair as he tried to catch his breath, unwilling to slide out of her again. For her own part, Missy was looking up at him with mingled lust and love, and Preston decided he quite liked the look.

"Mmm that was far too fast," she smiled, "we'll have to do that again."

"Um...I'm going to need a few minutes before we do that again," Preston laughed.

"I don't like that answer," Missy said, and before Preston could ask what she meant, she had pushed him off and onto his back, holding his arms down.

"What are you-" he protested, but quickly silenced when she began planting gentle kissing along his stomach. Her mouth traveled downward, slightly glancing against his abs until she reached the base of his limp cock.

"So you'll need a few minutes?" Missy purred looking up at him through a curtain of brown ringlets.

"I...think so?" Preston didn't mean for it to come out as a question. He wanted to take control, but the young woman staring up at him with those brown eyes could do anything she liked as far as he was concerned.

"Well then, I'll have to take that time to clean this up then," she said. Very slowly and deliberately, Missy slid the tip of her small tongue from the base of Preston's shaft up his entire length. Preston grabbed at the sheets and gasped. His member was still sensitive from his orgasm, and her tongue felt at the same time soothing and electric.

She kept up her slow assault, carefully lapping every drop of his semen and her juices off of his cock. Preston moaned at the ceiling, unable to look away from his girlfriend's skillful manipulation of his body. Her tongue never slid over his sensitive head for too long, moving back to his shaft, his balls, occasionally even flicking over his thighs or abs before returning to her work. Patient and attentive, Missy kept licking for long minutes, grinning as he very slowly began to grow hard again. Smiling up at him sweetly over his now-rigid member, Missy went at her work with renewed energy, flicking her tongue across him and using her hands to lightly touch and massage the base of his cock. He was surprised it took the few minutes that it did for the orgasm to build in him again, but when it did it hit him so hard that he let out a yell. His seed spurted from his tip, falling in strands across Missy's face and hair and hands, but she didn't hesitate or stop her licking, until finally his orgasm subsided. She gave his softening member a few more gentle licks, and then leaned back, a smug look on a face covered in his cum.

"I'm going to shower now, because you've made quite a mess," she said lightly, standing and stretching. Even in his post-orgasmic state, Preston's cock twitched at the sight of her body when she stretched, brown curls falling over her taut breasts. "Come and join me when you're ready."

He watched her walk across the large room to the bathroom door, admiring the way her proud strut made her butt look.

"Oh, and by the way," she said over her shoulder, "by 'when you're ready', I mean 'when you're hard again', because I expect you to be able to fuck me hard in the shower."

Preston grinned and leaned back against the coverlet as he listened to the shower stream cut on.

"Holy shit, there are four showerheads in here! With sonics *and* water!" Missy's voice came from the bathroom, and Preston chuckled. The light in the room was soft and the blanket beneath him warm, except for the small damp spot where Missy had been laying when he ate her out. *I should do that again, for longer next time,* he thought idly, *maybe use my fingers at the same time-* A small alarm pinged through the room, interrupting his thoughts.

"Prisoners, are you decent?" A firm but not unfriendly voice asked over the comm.

"Um..no, not at all, hold on," Preston scrambled for the small dresser by the bed, yanking a drawer open and pulling out the white suit that was provided for the prisoners.

"Someone at the door?" Missy emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, and Preston had to wrest his attention from a particularly intriguing droplet of water that was slowly sliding from her damp hair down her neck.

"We're covered up now...more or less," he called distractedly, and the door slid open. The guard stepped to one side and Aimee stepped in, the door immediately shutting behind her.

"Preston, oh it's so good to see you guys together again," Aimee wrapped Preston in a hug, and then did the same for Missy.

"Aren't you sharing a cell with Li?" Missy asked, returning the hug with one arm while holding her towel around her.

"We are, but they'll only let three of us together max and I thought we had better investigate *this* while we had some time alone." Aimee drew the blue crystal from a pouch in her flightsuit, and Preston and Missy instantly sobered. The crystal was almost exactly like the one they had seen General Auspus using weeks before, different only in the shape of the finer edges and in its color, a deep blue instead of the purple.

"So what is it? And what does the General do with it?" Aimee asked. Preston sat on the edge of the bed, trying to wrap his mind around the memory.

"He just set it in front of him, and it started sparking."

"Well then, let's try it," Aimee set the crystal down on the floor and sat down in front of it. Missy joined her, sitting crosslegged so that the towel covered her chest and legs.

"Now what?" Preston asked. The crystal sat between them, dull and lifeless.

"Now we talk about what to do." Aimee answered. "We got this from the Terrans, and the General has one of these, and he knows how to use it. Is it possible he's a Terran?"

"Not likely," Missy shook her head, "people have known him since he was a Pilot-level, and it's not as if anyone can just show up somewhere without birth records from Orbital Basura."

"Is this something the military captured from the Terrans then?" Aimee ventured, "maybe it's not as sinister as we've been thinking, it could be some military secret."

"That he would threaten me and Preston over? That he would lie to General Hunter about? No," The hard edge had returned to Missy's voice again, "whatever the crystal means to him, he doesn't want anyone to find out about it. He's terrified that we'll tell someone about it. Terrified enough to kill eight innocent squaddies to shut the mouths of the two who know."

"Speaking of innocent squaddies...Captain Appet will be safe, won't she?" Preston's brow furrowed at Aimee's question. The thought hadn't occurred to him, and now that he finally did think it, he was ashamed that he hadn't thought of her until now.

"I don't think he'll hurt her," Missy said confidently, "Rookies dying on a planetary run, that's one thing. A Captain dying? On an Orbital? There's no way that will happen without inquiries." The three remained silent, each pensive.

"So what's his move?" Preston spoke quietly, "if General Hunter sends us back, that's the end for us. But if he doesn't...what's Auspus' next move?"

"I hate him." Preston glanced away from the bitterness in Missy's face. The differences in her character when she was horny were fun and exciting, the differences when she filled with hate for the General were disturbing. "I wish there was some way..." she started, and then stopped. When she spoke again it was so quiet he almost didn't hear her, "...I wish there was some way to hurt him as bad as he tried to hurt us."

The crystal was bright, and Preston wasn't quite sure when it had lit up. He had the uncomfortable feeling that it had been glowing for a while and that he was only now noticing it. It gave off an almost imperceptible hiss, like a single droplet of water being dropped on a hot cruiser engine, at the same time kicking a single blue spark into the air. Preston's eye stayed locked on the spark as it arced lazily toward Missy, who shrieked and threw herself backward. As if it had read the future and chosen its arc accordingly, the blue spark landed on Missy's throat just as she sprawled, settling into the hollow between her collarbones and then vanishing into her skin. Preston lept from the bed, kicking the crystal across the floor and rushing to where Missy lay naked on the floor. There was nothing he could do; the spark was already gone. Missy swatted and rubbed at the spot like a burn.

"Missy! Missy are you alright? Damnit tell me you're okay?"

"I-I'm fine, I'm okay," Missy reassured him, but her hands shook, "I was just startled, that's all."

"What the fuck was that? What just happened?" Preston looked around the room, at the crystal laying dull on the floor, at Aimee, and back to Missy, willing someone to give him the answers.

"You know what that was Preston," Missy grabbed him by the shoulders, "calm down. Preston!" She shouted, and it was enough to regain Preston's focus. He took a deep breath as she continued, "whatever the sparks do, it didn't kill the General. He wouldn't do something detrimental to himself, so whatever it is, it's a good thing."

"Right," Preston shook himself. There were a million reasons she might be wrong, of course. There could be some other component that Auspus protected himself with, or it might be one half of a delicate chemical formula. However, there was nothing they could do about it if that were the case, so he could only hope for the best. When he turned, Aimee's expression made him pause. "Horror" was too strong a word, but Aimee was disturbed, and a large part of Preston didn't want to turn around to see what had happened. He forced himself to, moving slowly and bracing himself for what he might find. His girlfriend lay on the floor on top of her rumpled towel, looking up at them with a questioning look on her face. Her naked skin was pale, contrasting against the brown ringlets with a single streak of cobalt blue that fell across her face.