A Long Time from Home Ch. 31

The feeling of luxury stayed with me as I walked back into the bedroom to pick out clothes. The size of it was so much bigger than any other cabin I had ever been in and that included the short visit to Wave Dancer with Julian.

Taking the clothes from the closet, I dressed in shirt and jeans and was putting on shoes, when I got a mental call from Cyra and Zena. "< Hey... Can you hear us? >"

"< Yes. Is there a problem? >"

"< No >" sent Zena. "< We just woke up and wondered if it's okay to wake up mom now >"

"< Sure >" I answered. "< Are you okay otherwise? And sorry for the quick farewell >"

"< No problem and we're okay >"

"< Just bored >" added Cyra.

I sent some reassurance through the link as I said, "< Wake up your mom, Honey >"

"< Okay... We'll do it now >" sent Zena, adding, "< But remember to visit us as soon as possible as you promised >"

"< No worries... I'll do that >" I sent back. "< Take care, Rascals >"

"< You too >"

The link faded away and I walked out of the cabin.

When I came to the top of the ship, called the flybridge, I could feel the wind in my hair, see the white sails over my head and couldn't help smiling. They could keep their modern inventions. For me this was real traveling.

"Hello, Mr. Ivan." A feminine voice said, causing me to take my eyes off the sails and look down. Delina and Petra were standing at the railing, watching me and for a moment, I just stood there, admiring their good looks. As I had discovered in Malaga, many of the women of this age were beauties compared to most of the ancient world and the five women from the warehouse were stunning.

Their attractiveness wasn't really a surprise as Parker had chosen only the most talented, beautiful, and well-shaped women out of the hundreds he had been offered and according to the information from him, he had been offered only the very best.

Colours aside, they looked similar. Both had arranged their hair in a ponytail, showing off their beautiful faces and their almost identical summer dresses didn't do anything to hide their voluptuous hourglass bodies. It was tight around the chest, where generous round breasts pressed against the cotton, followed the lines down the body to show a slim waist and flat stomach and then flared out to accommodate wide hips and cover the upper part of a pair of long legs.

Activating my memory, I recalled the parameters Parker had set for what he thought would be his bodyguard/sex doll squad. Good looking women, at least 170cm (5'6") tall, fit and combat trained, with at least a natural C-cup in breast-size. I had wondered what exactly a C-cup was, but looking at them as I were now, it looked like a sizeable pair of breasts. They also needed to be extremely good at what they were doing in the army, as Parker expected only the best from his guards. That made me wonder what 'extremely good' meant to Parker, but as that was a personal preference, I really had no idea, so I guessed that I would just have to find out later.

"Hello Ladies." I said with a smile, as I walked over to them. "I hope you had a pleasant trip so far."

That got a chuckle from Petra. "Better than the others. They're all seasick."

"In this?" I blinked in surprise. Unlike most single hull ships, Dream Weaver moved and a level plane instead of tilting to one side, and the ships gentle motions wouldn't even spill a full glass of wine.

Delina nodded and added. "Esther lasted the longest, but she walked down half an hour ago."

For a moment, I considered using acupuncture to make their seasickness go away, but then remembered that using Vis without some way to generate it, wasn't a good idea. As it was now, I had already used too much in the fight against Parker and his gunmen and I could feel the tiredness in my bones. If the Salamander power hadn't returned me to the physical condition, I had been in before the long trance, I would have had a lot more trouble rescuing everybody. Pushing the thought away, I said, "I hope they get better soon."

Petra nodded. "One of the crew came with some pills for them."

The arrival of a stewardess stopped our conversation as she asked if we wanted something to drink or eat. During the tour of the boat, Captain Wolf had presented her as Patricia Spencer, so I used her name when I ordered. They didn't have any cider, so I went with tea, while Delina and Petra asked for soda.

When the stewardess had walked away, there was silence for a while as we just watched the waves, but then Petra looked at me and said "By the way, thank you for lending us the money... It was very kind."

"It wasn't a loan." I said with a smile. "It was a gift."

For some reason, she blushed. "Thanks again."

"You're welcome."

Delina looked at me. "Why do you do this for us? I'm grateful, but I don't understand it."

It wasn't the first time somebody had asked me that question over the years and the answer had been the same every time. "Because I can and it's the right thing to do."

"That's noble of you." Petra said slowly. "Aren't you worried that the guy's partner is going to chase after you?"

"No... Curtis, as his name was, is dead."

"Are you sure?" Delina shivered a bit.

"Yes." I said, "He tried to kill me two days ago but ended up dead instead."

A muted exclamation of surprise made me look to the right. Patricia the Stewardess was standing within hearing range with our drinks in her hands, looking at me with a mix of relief, fear, and awe on her face. Reaching out with my mind, I connected with hers for a moment, trying to find the reason for the exclamation. It wasn't hard to find as Parker had used her for sex several times and while she had liked it while it happened, she had felt badly used afterwards, as she was lesbian and presently in a relationship with Joanna, the yachts chef.

In general, both Parker and Curtis had the reputation of being dangerous men to be around and while she was glad that they were gone, that made me even more dangerous than them.

Not knowing how to react to that, I sent her a smile and turned back to Delina and Petra again.

They were looking at me with almost the same expression in their faces as Patricia and before I had a chance to change the subject, Delina said, "Thank God, they're both gone!"

Petra nodded "Agreed!"

Patricia was smiling widely as she handed us our sodas and tea and then walked away. That didn't worry me. Part of the Loyalty Codex Parker had used on them compelled them not to keep 'the Master's' secrets and by using the trigger, I had transferred that loyalty to me.

Apparently, the small break was enough for Petra to clear her head, because when Patricia was out of sight, she tilted her head a bit and lowered her voice as she asked, "So, what can Mentats do? How do you move that fast and..." She stopped abruptly, when Delina hit her in the side with an elbow and said, "Shut it, Petra. You saw the fight and you know what the Scumbag did."

The Ukrainian rolled her eyes. "Besides that, Delina. It has to be useful for something else than fighting and controlling people."

I watched them for a moment, but then said, "I'm not going to show you much, since you really don't need to know, but..." I switched to mental communication as I continued. "< ...there're a few things that might be good for you to be familiar with >"

As always, Mind-talk with non-Mentats was more complicated than talking with a Mentat, since you not only had to send your own thoughts, but also listen to the target's thoughts, as they couldn't send thoughts themselves. It also made it abundantly clear, that the sender was a telepath, so with a few exceptions, I haven't used it since Baylon disappeared, but after what they had seen, it would be a minor thing.

Both women looked at me slack-jawed, causing me to smile as I continued. "< First of all, never mention Mentats openly. You never know who might be listening in without your knowledge >"

That caused them to nod in unison.

"< Can you hear our thoughts? >" asked Petra mentally.

"< Yes, but only when I do like this and focus on it. Also, I can only hear the answers you formulate in your mind >" I drank some of my tea. "< Basically, it's the Mentat version of a cell phone >"

"< Very useful >" Delina thought, followed by Petra's "< Can all Mentats do that? >"

"< I honestly don't know >" I said with a shrug. "< I haven't met that many Mentats, so it's impossible to answer >"

"< What about Cyra and Zena... the Twins from the warehouse? >"

"< They can, but they're not skilled enough to talk with non-Mentats yet... That'll come >" I did a quick scan of the area, but nobody was watching us. "< I'll show you one more thing >"

I reached into a pocket, took the bag with the two pieces of Parkers gun along with my cell phone and placed the content on the top of the railing. With my mind, I lifted the two gun-pieces and cell phone, making them do small circles in the air. Both Petra and Delina laughed softly as the objects moved in a complicated pattern that looked like a dance.

"Awesome!" Mumbled Petra and Delina nodded in agreement. "< Is that how the Scumbag threw stuff at you? > "

"< Yes, it's the same ability >" I answered and sent the three objects flying away from the yacht until they landed in the ocean. I needed to get rid of them anyway and now was a perfect opportunity. A thought hit me, and I added. "< By the way, the guns you took from the warehouse needs to be ditched in the ocean as soon as possible. From now on, everything has to be legal >"

"< Consider it done >" Said Delina with a nod, but Petra added. "< If we get some new ones. I don't like being without a weapon for the moment."

"< That will have to be later, when we can do it legally >"

She hesitated for a moment, but then accepted it with a nod, before asking "< When you lift something with your mind, does the size or weight of the object matter? >"

To my surprise there was an image sequence of a small greenish and wrinkled little man using telekinesis to lift some kind of vehicle out of a swamp. Puzzled, I took a quick look into her mind to see where the image sequence came from and discovered that it was from a movie called Star Wars and the little green man was called Yoda.

"< Well, this is not a movie, so size and weight matter when you're lifting something >" I replied with amusement. "< Anyway, I don't really have more to show you... at least not that I'm willing to do here >"

"< Too bad but thank you for the explanation >" thought Petra.

Delina verbally added. "Yes. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

There was silence for a moment, until Delina laughed softly. "You know... it's kind of difficult to find something to say after that... So, I think I'll go tell the others that both scumbags are neutralized." She sent us a smile and walked away, leaving me alone with Petra on the flybridge.

Leaning against the railing, I asked. "How are the others by the way? Mentally I mean."

The Ukrainian woman sighed. "We've been talking a lot, but losing their virginity really hit Esther, Ayanna and Riya bad. They'll feel better knowing the scumbags are dead."

I nodded slowly. "I hope so... hmm... may I ask why you are so relaxed about the thing?"

Petra snorted. "I'm not as relaxed as I seem. If you hadn't made sense in the warehouse, I would have wasted that scumbag."

"Oh, I believe that, but you're still more relaxed than the others."

There was silence as she turned and looked out on the ocean, but finally she sighed and asked. "Have you ever been really drunk and done something stupid, only to regret it the day after?"

That made me laugh. "Yeah, a few times."

"Good, coz then you know how I feel about it... Somewhere in here," she pointed at her head. "I know that he used his powers to control me and make me do as he wished, but it's too strange to really matter. In my head, it just feels like I drank too much vodka, lost control and had sex with some idiot." She shrugged. "I've done that a few times when I was younger and I don't see any reason to regret it more now, than I did back then... Besides, it wasn't like the sex itself was that bad, even if it did feel strange not being able to control my own body."

I shook my head slightly, as I marveled at the way she had handled being mind-controlled. Not many people were able to do that, and it showed an adaptable mind, as well as a high resistance to trauma. Both invaluable to soldiers and I had no doubt, that she had done well in the military.

"You don't approve?" she asked anxiously, clearly haven seen me shaking my head.

"Oh, I do approve." I said sincerely. "In fact, I admire the way you have handled it. I don't think many people would be able to handle it that well."

An expression of disbelief crossed her face. "You really mean that?"

"Yes." I thought about how to express it and then continued. "Being able to take something as relatively unknown as mind control and relate it into something known, is a huge help in overcoming it. Very few people can do that, I think it's awesome and it's something you should be proud of."

She sent me a dazzling smile. "Thanks."

There was silence for a moment as we just looked at each other, but then Petra leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. "Thanks for saving us."

"Oh, you're welcome..." I started, but before I got further, she took a step forward, bringing her up against me and kissed me again. This time with a passion, that wasn't gratitude, but pure lust.

Surprised, I did a quick scan of her mind, just to ensure that this wasn't a way to thank me for saving her. It wasn't. Naturally, having saved her didn't hurt, but more importantly, being tall and well-trained I was exactly her type. Added to that, I had mysterious powers that reminded her of her favourite movies, and was good-looking, relaxed, and polite. All in all, I was everything she found attractive in a man.

I left her mind and kissed her back. Her soft lips feeling wonderful against mine, igniting my own lust for her. I won't accept sharing pleasure as a reward for saving somebody, but being kiss by a beautiful woman, that really wanted me, was another matter and one I welcomed, along with the feel of her lush body against mine.

Her lips firmed up in a smile as she felt my erection. A heartbeat later, our lips parted, as she drew back. "Ivan, this is gonna sound strange considering my situation, but I want you. Let's go to your cabin."

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Once inside my cabin, Petra pushed me into the bed and ever so slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress. "I like men with a commanding presence and are normally more than happy to let the man take the lead, but after the last few weeks, I need to be in control this time. Can you live with that?"

She looked intensely at me and smiled when I nodded and lifted my upper body to rest on my elbows, so I could see what she was doing.

"Good." She said and pulled the dress over her head, revealing her underwear clad body.

I was stunned. As I had noticed on the flybridge, she had an hourglass figure, but unlike the models I had seen in the magazines in the hotel, she wasn't slim or thin. The shoulders were wide for a woman and along with the muscular, yet feminine, arms, they spoke of regular and intense training. It also gave her a strong and powerful presence.

Petra undid the bra and casually discarded it. Her breasts sat high and proud on her chest and were just as gorgeous as the rest of her, being round, full, and smooth. Her eagerly erect nipples were surrounded by perfectly round pink aureoles that were speckled with charming little goosebumps.

The waist was slender and though mostly hidden under the smooth skin of her flat stomach, her abdominal muscles were well-defined, and the waist curved out to generous hips. As I looked, Petra hooked her thumps in the panties and pulled them down. My eyes followed the movement down her long, well-shaped and muscular legs. Just looking at her made my dick even harder.

I suddenly realized that Petra reminded me of Verina. She had the same solidness about her and radiated the same quiet strength as my 'old' Baylon lover. She was also just as beautiful, though her face was different from a Baylons and reminded me more of the warrior princess Xanthe.

"You are gorgeous." I stated as Petra straightened again, and my eyes returned to her face. "Not to mention incredible sexy."

"Thank you." Petra said with a smile. "Your turn to undress."

With a chuckle, I got off the bed and took of my clothes while looking at Petra to see her reaction. She was smiling and licking her lips, as she let her eyes roam freely over me. They widened a bit when I pulled down my pants and underwear at the same time, letting my hard dick spring free, before stepping out of them.

"I might be sexy, but you're smoking hot." She finally said, walking over to me.

"Thank yo.." I started to say but was interrupted by a kiss. Her body pressed against mine and I discovered that it was softer than it looked, yet firm, warm and a pleasure to hold when I put my arms around her. The same could be said about her lips. They were soft, yet firm, against mine and that she opened her mouth to let her tongue play against mine didn't hurt the impression.

My hands caressed her back, sliding down to grope her firm ass, making her moan into my mouth. In turn, her hands found my cock and examined it approvingly for a moment, squeezing it slightly to determine its hardness.

Still kissing her, I removed a hand from her ass and moved in in between us, to grasp one of her breasts. The perfect mound overflowed my hand and I massaged them gently, making her moan again, but I sensed that she wanted it a little rougher, so I sank my fingers into the firm flesh. She groaned into my mouth and the kiss got hotter.

We stood like that for a while, groping and caressing each other, feeling the arousal rise, but eventually, Petra broke the kiss, slid down my body, dragging her magnificent breasts over my skin, until she was kneeling before me, still caressing my dick.

She took a heartbeat to kiss the tip before she breathed, "Oh, that's a nice dick." and kissed it again, opening her mouth to slide her lips over the head. I groaned a thanks as she slowly teased me with her tongue, while her fingers were sliding up and down the shaft, teasing it with feather-light touches.

Despite feeling a powerful need to fuck her mouth, I stood still, enjoying the oral attention, as she played with her tongue, lips and hands on my hard cock, kissing, licking, and caressing it. Instead of trying to make me come, she took her time doing it, giving off small moans of pleasure all the while, and I could sense her arousal rising steadily and swiftly.

Eventually, she stopped, stood, and gave me a searing kiss, before leading me to the bed. Since she wanted to be in control, I had expected her to ask me to lay down, so she could mount me, but instead she lay down on the bed.

"I need you inside me." She said in a whisper, spreading her legs. To say that she was wet would be an understatement. Under the well-trimmed triangle of light brown hair, her pussy was drenched, drops of juices running in between her buttocks, ending on the bedspread.

As much as I wanted to taste her, I nodded and put a condom on, before I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my dick lightly touching her lower lips. The position brought our heads to the same height, so I leaned down and kissed her, getting a satisfied groan from her, and a heartbeat later, she threw her arms around me.

I kept my position there for some time while we kissed, until Petra moved her hips beneath me, causing the tip of my dick to slip in between her lower lips to rest at the opening. With another satisfied moan, she began moving her hips, teasing herself with the head of my dick.