Starlight Gleaming Ch. 08

The other two women quieted, watching.

She came to me, hugging me tight, burying her head into my chest. I kissed her forehead. "Are you scared?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"You don't have to do anything, Ixma. If you want, I can just hold you all night."

"No, I want to know what you feel like," she replied quietly. "I dreamed of this ever since you marked me as yours. And I am yours."

I saw Janetta wince. Zinja saw it too and started to speak, but Janetta warned her off.

Ixma ran her hand over my chest. "When--when those officers tried to take me, you came and rescued me. Even though I was happy you saved me, I also wanted to prove to them I was yours. Your lips tasted so sweet. And I was so proud to show my card. I--I was even disappointed they didn't make you take me. They thought to humiliate me, but I would have gladly done it for you. I would have howled out your name, too."

"I don't understand, Ixma. Why are you scared then?"

"Because--because I don't know how to make love. I've been fucked ... no, fucked means I wanted it, too. I've been raped dozens of times, but I don't know how to be with a good man. And I don't want to fail." She sniffed, rubbing her hand across my chest. "I think I'd die if I wasn't good for you. I want to please you so much."

Zinja wiped her eyes, blinking rapidly. Janetta embraced her. Zinja started crying.

Ixma turned. "Mama? Are you okay?"

"I'm--I'm okay, baby. I tried to keep you safe. I really did."

The older woman started to break down, but Janetta grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Zinja! Look at her! She's a good woman, all grown up! She's a warrior and an important member of this team! You fed her, cared for her, and showed her by training and by example. It's not your fault women are treated like shit. Not your fault. Not my fault. Not hers."

"Yes, sir," Zinja nodded, tears streaming. "Yes, sir."

Ixma went to her mother, wrapping her arms around her. "I love you, Mama. When you were raped and nearly died, you could have ended me and no one would have said a word against you. You lost your family and your home, but you kept me and loved me. You are a whiz with engines and the best mother in all the world. I am proud of you, and proud to serve with you."

"Okay, baby. Stop now or I'm going to lose it, and not even the Lieutenant will be able to stop me from blubbering." She kissed Ixma fiercely, then pushed her away.

Ixma turned to Janetta. "I'm proud of you, too--"

"No, no, no, no, no!" Janetta waved her hands at Ixma. "Don't you start with me! This bedroom he and I share. I won't have crying and tears and confessions tonight. Not on the agenda, not going to happen." She pointed at me.

"Yes, sir." She looked relieved as she came back into my arms again.

Janetta watched us. "She's nearly always quiet. What's got into her tonight?"

Zinja said, wiping at her eyes, "My fault. I always let her speak her mind in the bedroom."

Janetta shook her head. She focused on putting the rest of her clothes away.

"Don't be afraid, Ixma," I told her. "Skill and technique can be learned. Enjoy the pleasure you get and seek to learn what pleases your partner. Every partner is different. Each time you make love is a new event. Not every time is earth shattering. Sometimes things go wrong. Love, kindness, respect -- those are the foundations to any partnership. You can only fail if you seek to hurt others."

"Kiss me?" Her blue eyes pleaded.

I lifted her chin and kissed her gently, connected again more firmly, then urgently. Her hands went up around my neck, and she sighed as she reached up and kissed me back.

Janetta and Zinja headed out the door, one naked and tattooed across her breasts, the other in frilly blue panties. "I need a drink. Something with a kick. We'll be back."

Smiling at Ixma, I told her, "I'm going to undress you. Then I want you to undress me."

Eyes big, she nodded. I lifted her chin again and kissed her. Worked my lips along her throat, then along her collarbone and up the other side. Kisses along her arm, light caresses and trailing tongue along the bare skin of shoulders and the back of her neck. Ixma shivered, breathing deeply. Lifting one arm, I kissed my way down the sensitive inner arm to her underarm when she shivered again. I lifted her other arm and worked my way from her elbow, again along the sensitive underside to where her arm joined her body. In the gap of her sun dress, I licked the skin leading to her breast. She inhaled sharply. Moving behind her, I encircled her, cupping her breasts, hefting them, squeezing. Ixma moaned. Drawing my fingers, I clawed lightly down along her sides then cupped her breasts again. Leaning in, kissing her shoulder, I moved along her throat. She trembled, but I knew it was not fear that drove her now, but growing excitement.

Along her back, my hands drifted, undoing one button at a time. Exposing skin, a soft breath over flesh, a lick and a soft kiss, then another button. By the time I reached the belt at her waist, Ixma whimpered. As I pushed the garment over her hips, I ran my tongue along her lower spine, then paralleled the new, pale green panties with gold trim that rode her waist.

"I see you are wearing my gifts to you. Do you like them?"

"I love them," she whispered. "I feel like a princess."

I reached around her again, molding her breasts. As I nibbled her throat, she moaned again. As I unhooked the front clasp and freed her mounds, she arched, thrusting her soft flesh into my hands. I pinched both nipples and she stiffened, gasping. For several minutes I squeezed and handled her globes. Sensitive, they fit easily into my palm. Each time I rolled her nipples in my fingers, she leaned her head against my chest and moaned. Then she realized she felt my hard cock within my shorts and she rubbed her ass along my groin.

"Easy," I breathed. "I'm not done undressing you yet."

As I finally pulled off the bra, she shivered again. Down I slid along her back, pausing to run my tongue along the place where the lower cheeks disappear behind her new panties. Her butt clenched as she gasped. Kissing my way along the back of her leg, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin, I paused to lick behind her knee. Ixma inhaled, her knees nearly buckling.

"Steady," I murmured, holding her up.

I undid her sandals, then repeated my tongue trail along the back of her other leg. When I reached the second knee, her moan was much louder, and her legs trembling so much I became concerned she would fall. I undid the second sandal a little faster. Standing up, I moved to Ixma's front.

I noticed Janetta and Zinja standing in the hallway, one on each side of the door frame to the other bedroom. I saw Janetta fingering her clit, while Zinja's hand moved about inside her panties. Both of them are zeroed in on what I'm doing to Ixma.

I smiled at them, then lifted Ixma's chin again for more kissing.

Ixma wrapped her hands around my neck and pressing her body against me, sighed, breathing heavily. I squeezed her butt cheeks, running my hands inside the soft textured garment she still wore. Kissing down to her breasts, I took a nipple into my mouth, inhaling her soft, sensitive flesh. Her hands ran through my hair as she arched, trying to give me everything. I flicked the flesh against my teeth before suckling, feeling it harden in my mouth. Then I attended its neglected companion.

Descending lower, I kissed my way along her belly until I was on my knees in front of her. Running my fingers along the edge of the panties, she shivered. Leaning in, I smelled her growing excitement. I kissed her covered mound.

"Oh, gods!"

An inch at a time, I lowered her new panties to reveal her hidden treasures. As the fabric moved down, I was surprised I see no fur along her lower belly. Inch by inch, the revealed mound continued to be smooth and hairless. Once the upper edge of the underwear was below her cleft, I kissed the swollen flesh above the hood guarding her clit, then blew along her swollen, moist lips. Her pussy was completely bare. She moved her legs closer together and her panties slid down. As they hit her feet, she stepped out of them.

Holding on to her legs, I caressed the top of her dark, swollen lips, the folds slick with arousal. Grasping my head, Ixma shook, starting to fall over. Catching her, I held her while her hips bucked against empty air, gushing fluids that dripped and then coated her inner thighs.

Eyes heavily lidded, her hands shaking as she grabbed my shirt, she desperately pulled it over my head.

"Slower, Ixma. Slower. The first time with a new lover is always the best and the worst. Anticipation helps."

"I--I want you so much! Oh, gods, my pussy aches to feel you filling me."

"All right. Listen to your need."

Hands shaking, she fumbled with my belt.

"Hold your breath, exhale slowly."

She paused, taking a long breath. Biting her finger, she took another longer, slower breath. More in control, she finally opened the buckle and pushed my shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. Lifting my feet, she removed shoes and socks, pulling off the clothing at my ankles. In her rush, she nearly knocked me over.

Zinja and Janetta re-entered the room, each moving to opposite edges of the mattress.

Standing up, Ixma put her hands around my neck and tried to climb onto my erection. Hunger, eagerness, and fear warred in her eyes as she looked at me.

"Easy there. Let's go to the bed."

"Okay," she sighed.

"I'm going to lay down on my back. If you like, you can put your pussy over my mouth so that I can taste you, and you can taste my cock. Or, you can climb on top, put me inside, and ride me at your own pace."

As I moved to the middle of the bed, she followed me close. Straddling me, she aimed my cock at her swollen, dripping center.

"I want to taste you, but I can't wait any longer." She pushed down, enveloping my crown within her tight folds. "I have to have you inside."

"You choose, Ixma. No right or wrong. You pick what is right for you, and we go from there."

"Oh, gods! You're so thick ... Ohhh! I'm afraid it won't fit!"

Her mother reached out to steady her, caressing her shoulder. "He will stretch you, but you can take all of him. Let your body get used to him. Just take your time, girl."

"I just want to be good for him, Mama!"

"You feel really good, Ixma. If it helps, close your eyes and focus on feeling me move inside you."

Nodding, she put her hands onto my belly, and closing her eyes, moved her hips up and over, pushing herself down, onto my shaft. For several minutes she breathed deep, taking me half way into her hot, slick sheath. Then, bit by bit, she pushed a little harder, each time deepening my penetration. When she felt her clit brush against my groin, her eyes snapped open and she humped faster. Ixma began to wail as she ground her swollen nubbin onto my base, engulfing the entire length of my hard cock. Her hips moved faster yet, the friction building tension within her loins. With a loud yell, she bucked, grinding hard, her body shaking. I felt her pussy clamping around me, caressing and trying to draw me in.

And like the air had gone out of her, she lay down, snuggling against my chest and began to weep.

"Ixma? Are you okay?" I wanted to continue moving within her tight folds, but I needed to be sure she was okay first.

Nodding, she lifted up and looked at me, wiping at her eyes. "You feel so good, and it didn't hurt at all. Not one bit. Did I do good for you?"

I saw Janetta lift up and give a warning glare to Zinja.

"You are doing great, Ixma," I assured her.

I had stretched out the disrobing to build her anticipation. Now it felt like I should increase her pleasure, turn her focus back to her own body instead of trying so hard to please me. Putting my arm around her, I rolled her over until she was on her back underneath me. Then I pulled out.

"Don't go!" she pleaded. "Don't leave me!"

"I'm not going anywhere," I assured her. Pushing her legs apart, I descended on her sodden center, licking her inner thighs, slowly zeroing in toward her gaping crevice. When my tongue touched her sensitive folds, she rolled her hips, moaning. Caressing those fragile lips, I parted them, explored her inner folds as she continued leaking. Her hands gripped my hair, thrusting gently, urging me to press deeper. Brushing around her fat clit sent her reeling. Holding her breath, she humped hard for several seconds, then pushed me away, shaking and gasping as her pussy gushed again, opening and closing before me. Taking her legs, I put them onto my shoulders and lining up to her, slid slowly, deliberately into her still throbbing center.

"Ohhhhh, gawds!" Ixma arched while I probed deeper, pushing into her cavity. Grabbing her shoulders, I thrust firmly, pulling nearly out before burying my shaft within her folds until my balls brushed her ass. Little by little, I leaned forward, spreading her legs wider as I drove into her, and little by little, my thrusts came faster and harder. By the time my hips were slapping into her, Ixma was crying out, writhing under me. When I felt the tingling in my balls, I pounded harder, grunting as I slammed into her. Shoving into her, fully buried within her body, my cock spewed forth, spraying the entrance to her womb with my seed. Ixma shook, arching against me, hands clawing at the sheets. Then I felt her pussy clamping around me, felt her sheath rippling the length of my pulsing shaft.

As our breathing slowly returned to normal, she looked up at me. I lifted up and let her legs down. Ixma winced a bit, then smiled as she stretched out.

Zinja reached over and brushed back her hair from her face. "How do you feel, baby girl?"

"Like I want to shout for joy. How does anyone stand it? What happened before is dust before tonight." She looked at me, shaking her head, her face full of emotion. "You feel so good inside me right now, like the calm after a hard rain. Soothing and safe." She turned to Janetta. "I know you love him, sir, and I'm truly happy you do, but can I love him, too? Please?"

"Girl--"

"No, it's all right. She's a grown woman with her own feelings. You taught her to speak her mind in the bedroom and I like honesty, even if it hurts."

Janetta then focused on Ixma, her face serious. "Yes, I do love him. I hunger for his touch, hunger to feel him moving inside me, hunger for the precious words of love he whispers to me. When Ranji makes love to me, I feel like I can conquer the world. And he makes me feel safe, and loved, too. I can't stop you loving him, Ixma, and I don't even think I should want to. I'm your officer, but even if you were my slave, your heart would still be yours to give or withhold as you would. So I say to you, do what you feel best. You will have other times you will get to be with him. Your mother and Cholan, too. I share Ranji because each of you are important to me. If I did not care for you, Ixma, you would not be here in my bed. When someone is thirsty, it's not right to offer a single drink and then say no more when she is still parched. Just don't forget, Ixma, Ranji sleeps with me."

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