Colony Bk. 02

He let the hem fall and stepped back turning her around to face him. He gave her another soft kiss and moved more hair from her face. "I think it's time to see what else these sweet pink lips feel good doing." He eased her to the floor, where she sank to her knees.

She looked up at him submissively with her brown eyes and he felt her chin. He put his thumb in her mouth and she obediently sucked it before he pulled it away. He watched her tug his boxers down allowing his shaft to drop free. The weight of it popped her face on the nose and eyes. She winced and then rose up on her knees to level it on her mouth.

She kissed the thick, veiny flesh and licked it tenderly, her hand wrapped around it. She moved it to her mouth and took the tip in between her lips and eased down, using her tongue to wet the shaft as she went. Quiet whimpers escaped her throat as she coaxed her mouth up and down the cock.

The large member in her mouth, and the vibrator buzzing inside her was almost too much. Her hips rocked eagerly causing the dress to sway. She felt her pussy leaking down her leg and on to the floor. Cyrus sighed, relishing the feeling of the young mouth pleasuring him.

"The sweet, pure ones always look the best on their knees." Her mouth slid off and she stroked the now slick shaft, almost leaning on him panting. He pulled her to her feet, and she came up unsteadily, her knees no longer willing to support her.

Grool had dropped onto the floor beneath her and ran down her leg to her knee which was wet. She was shaking, and her knees bent reflexively from waves of pleasure.

He reached down to his boxers/shorts and switched the vibrator off through the fabric. Justine stood, knees still unsound, and she was making soft sounds still.

"you're so beautiful, I have to have a look at you." He said lifting her face. "Why don't we get that dress off." He said reaching up and slowly undoing the zipper. Justine rolled her shoulders forward as Cyrus slowly slid it off. He watched the neckline sink, as more and more of her breasts came into view until pink nipples jumped out.

The streamers fell out of the back as the dress descended, slipping down her arms, down her back and over her butt. Finally, the dress fell to the ground around her feet and she was totally naked. The small handle to the toy that protruded out of her had a droplet of her fluid on it, and wetness had smeared across her lower butt, thighs and streamed down her leg.

Cyrus spent a long moment studying every inch of her bare form, before putting his hand on her ass and feeling it, her wetness rubbing off on his fingers. She gave a vocal gasp. Then he moved closer, his thick erection pressed against her back. He kissed down her neck, one hand feeling her breast eagerly, the other holding the grip for the toy, moving it and spinning it.

Her knees buckled as he fiddled with the toy, moaning and rocking her hips. His grip on her breast sent ripples of pleasure down her body and the now no longer vibrating toy tweaked her sensitive pussy. While he teased her, she reached behind her feeling for and locating his cock- stroking it. It was still slick from where her mouth had been and she felt it eagerly.

He pressed the small protrusion between his thumb and forefinger and pulled. The oblong toy slid out with more force than he expected and wetness dripped onto the floor with it. Justine moaned as the toy came free. He tossed it on to a discarded towel in the corner.

Justine turned around once the toy was out and kept stroking him; stopping to try lifting his shirt. He let her and she leaned in, standing on her toes to lift it, his cock pressed against her middrift as she pulled it up. He tossed it aside and she admired his torso.

His chest bore some hair but was well condition and hard to the touch. His upper stomach had two abdominals protruding which she felt with her fingers. Then they trailed down his ribs and leg, noticing a scar on his right side and right leg. She hadn't noticed them before.

He pulled her face up so her eyes looked up at him. "You like submitting don't you." She nodded. "Turned on by being owned?" She nodded again.

"I love doing whatever I can to please, big cock." She said raspily, taking him back in her hand. "Because it always pleases me."

He walked her back to the bed and laid her back. He pulled her easily to the edge of the bed and spread her legs open, looking at her pink, bald pussy before leaning in and licking it. She cried and clenched on the sheets as he began to tongue his way up and down her folds licking up her slick wet fluids and toying with her opening.

She moaned outloud, grabbing her breast and her hips moving irratically as he ate her. She felt his finger slip through her opening and curl slightly inside her and her pussy clenched down.

"Fuck, oh fuck... yes... mmmm fuck..." She whimpered and moaned as he lashed her pussy with his tongue and slid his finger in and out.

"Don't stop...don't stop..." She cried, "I'm so close, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." She squealed and wrenched on the bed loud breathy moans forcing through her throat as she climaxed violently.

She heaved and panted for breath as he lifted his face away, pretty satisfied with himself. Her pussy had left a large spot on the sheets. She sat up slowly, looking dizzy and inched off the bed.

"Lay down." She said breathlessly. He didn't She leaned in and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. "Lay down, and let me ride you." She whispered. "Your cock is too dry."

He moved to the bed and laid on his back. She got on her knees and climbed on top of him. She leaned back, angling his tip towards her and pushing down. She moaned as the shaft slid in inch by inch. She went slowly unsure of how deep she could take him. She made almost all the way down frustrated she couldn't feel his balls on her ass.

Leaning back so he could see all of her. Her breasts were framed by her red hair streaked with gold that cascaded down her shoulders, her eyes were heavy with lust and her pussy was like a vice. "Do you like your toy?" She said sliding up and down starting to fuck.

He nodded. She rocked a little faster. "Are you enjoying my body?" She said pulling his hands up and sliding them down her chest to her breasts. She rocked and bounced riding his cock faster and faster. She moaned no longer able to tease him.

He tried to watch her, her breasts bobbing up and down, her hair falling out of place. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth hung open in an almost constant moan. She fucked him as hard and fast as she could, working with each push to wrap as much of her little body around him as she could.

Her stomach clenched and unclenched as his cock stretched her walls and pushed deep into her. She was starting to sweat, and she could feel another orgasm building each time his shaft pushed into her.

"I'm so close again, I'm gonna cum..." She cried.

She held her breasts in both hands and let out moans "Fuck, ooh mmm fuckfuckfuck..."

Cyrus cock suddenly swelled, he gasped and jerked. "I'm cumming." He said quickly.

"Fuck yes!" Justine screamed. His cock burst shooting load after load of cum into her. He jerked and held Justine's waste, his hips bucking uncontrollably as her tight pussy forced shot after shot of cum out of him.

The sensation of him filling her up pushed her close to the edge. "Wait don't stop I'm cumming again." She wailed loudly shaking and jerking on top of him. Her walls clamped down on his now sensitive member as she thrashed through the climax.

When the rush was over, she pulled him out and rolled over, not caring about the combination of fluids leaking out of her onto her leg. They both lay panting.

"Did you," He gasped, "Enjoy playing dress up?" He panted.

She made unintelligible sounds he understood for yes and before long, they promptly fell asleep.

Ch. 4: Gut Check

Cyrus woke up before Justine did and slipped out of the room. He woke up earlier than he wanted because she had wrapped herself up in the covers in her sleep.

He went to the master bedroom and showered, before going downstairs to check his tablet. Nothing from ExoCorp, or any of the other organizations operating on the fledgling settlement. Exocorp designed the colony to take over tasks and roles progressively as people moved and the planet populated to fill in what infrastructure was set up ahead of time.

Eventually ExoCorp security would be replaced by police and military, governments would form, so on and so forth. The company only made settling and moving easy and set up the beginnings of the society. Given that, he felt as though he should have heard from any number of positions by now.

He got up and started the coffee pot and resumed sulking over his abject lack of work. He heard shuffling and looked up. Edie came down stairs- wearing pink pajamas and yawning.

"Morning." He said.

"Good morning." She said mid-yawn and sat at the table next to him. "Any luck?" She asked looking at the pad.

"Nope." He said. She leaned on his shoulder. "Well, I'm sure it'll happen soon."

"Thanks." He said looking up at the coffee pot.

"Did you have fun with Justine?" She asked.

"I guess you really couldn't hear downstairs." He replied.

She smiled, though he couldn't see it. "We could, I just figured it would be polite to ask."

"Thank you." He said and kissed her head. "Excited for our party tonight?"

"Oh yes." She said. "Is your costume ready?"

"Yes, it is." Cyrus gave a big thumbs up.

Beth came down the stairs and walked into the dining room. "Did you guys know Justine is singing in the shower?"

Cyrus and Edie shook their heads. "She's terrible at it." Beth followed and wandered into the kitchen and came back with water.

"I guess all of our work paid off." Edie said. "If she's singing she must feel better after yesterday."

"Yeah about that." Cyrus said. "Something is bugging me."

"What's wrong?" Beth said.

"When I answered the door, Scarlett said Justine had something to answer for." He started thoughtfully, "But most of that exchange was about what Scarlett had done."

"Could it have been that Justine left?" Edie asked.

"Maybe," Cyrus said. "I don't get that feeling though."

"I'm with Justine on this one." Beth said. "I don't like her sister at all."

Suddenly Beth looked at Edie, "Isn't your costume party tonight?" She asked.

"Yes!" Edie giggled, "I'm so excited."

Beth looked at Cyrus, "When are you going to take me on a proper date?"

"What would you want to do?" Cyrus asked leaning back.

"I don't know." She replied.

"Well, when you decide let me know." Cyrus smirked. He got up, and stretched. "I am making breakfast, and then walking to the security office to see about this job application." He said matter of factly. "We're supposed to contribute more than just children you know." He left and went into the kitchen.

Beth sat alone with Edie in the dining room. There's was a brief quiet. Then Beth said, "So what's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?" Edie asked.

"You've got this whole, innocent book worm thing going; you haven't actually done anything with Cyrus- and you know you're supposed to. But you keep lapsing into these little moments. Like the other night when you were listening outside my door."

"I don't know." She said. "I get caught up in the heat of the moment, same as anyone. But I don't want to become someone or something that I'm not just because I live somewhere that has placed expectations on me. I like who I am. I like spending my days in fantasy books and wearing sundresses and going to costume parties. I don't want to become someone whose primary connection with people is sexual, or even surface level." She looked pensive, sighed and then continued.

"You got me off the other night and you barely even know me. Would you have done that at any other time in your life, or did you do it because we are here?" She asked looking at Beth. "If your answer is the latter, I don't want that for me."

"I understand that." Beth said. "But try and remember, that we do get to live here in exchange for something. And think about the fact that Cyrus is taking you to a costume party because he likes you, not because he likes your body."

"Thanks." Edie said.

"And for what it's worth." Beth said standing up. "Having him like you for your body isn't so bad." She winked at Edie and went into the kitchen. Edie turned bright pink.

Cyrus finished breakfast and Justine came down to join. He watched in irritation as the three girls took the pills that had arrived previously- cautioning that he still didn't trust them. Once they had finished eating they all went off to do their own things- Cyrus out to check on his jobs, Edie to read, and Beth and Justine, spent time talking.

Cyrus checked into the building- which was run by ExoCorp and waited. He was given a date and a time for an appointment. He argued with the receptionist about just needing to check on an application and was promptly rejected, and told to return at the date. He turned to leave and stopped. Across the street was a hotel. He returned to the desk.

"Is that the only hotel in the colony?" He asked.

"I think it's the only one in this sector of settlement yes." She answered.

"Thanks." He said, tapping the desk and walked across the street.

He went to the attendant at the hotel desk. "Excuse me, I was hoping you could help put me in contact with someone who is staying here."

"Name?" She asked, punching on the holographic display.

"Scarlett?" He said.

"Last name?" She asked. He was silent and the lady looked up to him giving her a face.

"Seriously?" He asked.

The woman looked embarrassed and hit search. "The only Scarlett here is on floor three." She said. "Room 301. Should I call her and have her come down?"

"That's ok, I'll just go knock on her door." He said. "Elevators are this way?" He pointed. She corrected him pointing the other way.

"Great." He said walking through the lobby. He took the elevator and turned several times until he figured out how the room numbers worked, and knocked on door 301.

Scarlett answered. "What are you doing here?" She asked sounding irritated.

"Can I ask you some questions?" He said.

"Sorry, I don't know if Justine has been tested since she left home." Scarlett shot back.

"That's not the question." He said. "Can I come in?"

Scarlett sagged her shoulders in exhaustion and motioned for him to enter.

"What do you want?" She said, "Hoping for a quick bout before I get off-world?"

"Hardly," He replied. "I noticed that when you came to my door, you mentioned what Justine had done, but she spent most of the time talking about what you had done."

"That happens a lot." She said.

"What did she do? Is it as simple as her leaving?" He asked.

"You should ask her." Scarlett said.

"I walked all the way down here to ask you. Indulge me."

"If I tell you, you gonna send her home?" She fired back.

"No, I can't send her home." He said. "But I can certainly have a conversation with her about it."

"Pass." Scarlett said and opened the door.

"Scarlett, she lives with me and two other women. I need to know." He insisted.

Scarlett closed the door, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"When we were still all living on the plantation, Justine had just found out about me and Francis, her fiancé. I had gone out to get away from the drama." She said looking around. "I went out to ride my horse. Justine was bitter, and upset and so she hit behind one of the barns and startled the horse."

Cyrus listened intently, leaning on the wall.

"I was thrown clear of the horse and landed on my back. It hurt, knocked the wind out of me. Justine laughed and laughed, then ran away before I could get up. I thought I was fine. But about a day later I started noticing some bleeding. So I went to our doctor."

She looked down. "The doctor told me I was pregnant, and suspected that the blood I was seeing and the aching that followed could be indicative of a miscarriage. He confirmed it a few days later."

Cyrus stared at her as she spoke. "Justine killed my child." She said, her eyes beginning to tear up. "When I confronted her, that's when she left, for the military, and now here."

Cyrus said nothing.

"It's kind of poetic though," She said. "She ran away to a place that obligates her to have children. And wants her to have a lot of them. I wonder if somehow she wants to replace the one I lost."

"Did she know you were pregnant?" Cyrus asked.

"We hadn't told anyone. In the wake of being caught by Justine, we wanted it to be a happy announcement, not the wake of philandering."

"It was an accident." He said.

"I know." Scarlett continued. "And I've made peace with that. But she has to make peace with Francis for it." She moved her hair from her face. "Don't tell her I told you. I don't want her to know."

"You want me to keep it a secret from her that I know about this?" He said, "Why?"

"Because honestly, I want her to come clean on her own." Scarlett said. "I thought confronting her here would give her a little push and open the issue up but I was wrong." She wiped a tear from her eye. "You need to go." She got up and opened the door.

Cyrus exited and looked back. "I'm sorry about what happened." He said.

Scarlett nodded. "Take care of my sister." She said and closed the door.

He started down the hall, stopped, turned around and knocked again. Scarlett opened the door. "Yes?"

"Question. Justine has thrown herself at me at every opportunity since the day we got paired up. Is she doing that because of what happened with you or has she always been... rambunctious?"

Scarlett cracked a smile. "I wish I could say it was fueled by guilt but I'm afraid she's always been precocious. She and mom fought constantly over her outfits. She would pick the skimpiest, strappiest, waist hugging, midriff showing, things she could get her hands on. She loved strutting her stuff and loved the attention she got for it."

"I see." He said, scratching his head.

"Sorry, she's always been that way. My little sister likes giving herself away and showing off." Scarlett said. "But I bet you love that."

"Comes and goes in waves." Cyrus said. "Thanks for the intel."

"Hey," She called as he turned to leave. He looked back.

"I mean it, look after her."

"She's in good hands, I promise." Cyrus replied earnestly.

Scarlett closed the door and Cyrus started the walk back.

Ch. 5: Two of Hearts

The later portion of the afternoon devolved into Justine and Beth helping Edie get her hair and makeup done. They straightened her hair, made sure the costume was clean, got eyeliner and eye shadow, blush and matched it all to the outfit. Justine even loaned her shoes to match.

Cyrus got back, complained about his failure at the ExoCorp office and began arranging his own outfit and preparing for the evening. His preparation took much less time than hers. And before long it came time to meet up and head out.

He waited in the foyer while Justine and Beth fawned over how cute he looked. His outfit consisted of a repurposed long jacket with large lapels and grey-purple cloth sewn on the back for wings. He had even bothered to spike his hair.

Edie came down to the other two clapping with Cyrus. Her dress was green and glittered and iridescent butterfly wings leapt off the back. The dress was shorter than Cyrus had expected, coming only half way down her leg to above her knees. And the middle of her back was exposed by interwoven lacing.

The dress left little to the imagination, and clung closely to her sides, waist, breasts and butt. Edie may not have realized, but she had grown up enough that the dress was wrapped as tightly around her as it could be.