Fourth Vector Ch. 11

"So you're saying you've been making love to me this whole time?" he teased. "No wonder it's not as wild as when we started."

She swatted him again. "It can go to nothing if you keep talking like that!"

Luke chuckled. "Just teasing you. And as long as we're being honest, I love you too."

She looked at him again. "You're sure? No doubts?"

"No doubts. I love you, Kim."

She beamed with a wide-set smile. "I love you too, Luke."

He smiled against her lips before she pushed in a deep, tender kiss. When she pulled away, Luke locked eyes on her. "You were just supposed to be my sexy redheaded booty call, you know that? I didn't mean to fall in love with you."

Kim giggled. "And you were just supposed to be a rash, overconfident officer that was good in bed. At least that part was true."

"I can show you how good I am," he growled while squeezing her ass.

Kim kissed him again, a passionate affair that started to make his cock hard. "You might need to convince me first," she teased. "After all, it was a verylong day."

"I'm sure my lips and tongue could convince you."

Kim shivered against him. "That would feel just delightful right now."

He didn't say anything further before shifting out from under her quickly, earning a tiny squeal from Kim as he pulled her legs to him and pulled her trousers off in one pull. She lifted her butt to help him as he pulled off her thin, green panties and feasted on the sight of her bottomless. She was already aroused, evident by the thick shine on her lips and the heavy manner in which she was breathing.

"Oh, fuck, I love when you manhandle me," cooed Kim, as his face slipped between her legs. She shuddered once again as his tongue made first contact with her slit, slipping between the folds and tasting her arousal. It was a taste he could never get enough of, Kim's sweet honey serving to fully arouse his cock as it threatened to punch a hole through her bed.

"How do I taste, baby?" she asked as her back arched.

"Perfect," he replied. "Just like the rest of you."

She grabbed his hair with one hand as she bit down on the other, thoroughly enjoying the feel of him between her legs. Luke took his time with eating her, alternating between sucking kisses, intrusive licks, and probing fingers to find all the spots that made her body move with pleasure.

"Oh, yes, eat my pussy, Luke. Keep going and never stop," moaned Kim. "Fuck, I love how you do this. I love how you do everything to me. Get me so wet and ready for your thick cock, please, Luke?"

Luke's hand snaked back down his body to take hold of his pulsating cock. He loved the way that she talked dirty to him and as he felt himself throb in his hand, he looked forward to sinking all the way inside the gorgeous redhead.

Thankfully for him, Kim saw him teasing his own cock and that's what prompted her to move. She slipped out from next to him and gestured for him to lay on his back, only returning to his body once he was settled. This time, however, she sat her hips down against his face as her mouth sought out his cock. She quickly pulled his trousers down and Luke found himself groaning as her mouth made contact with the tip.

"That's it, babe. Suck my cock just like that," he whispered before diving back into her dripping pussy. It was to the point that her arousal was starting to drip down her thighs, and without wanting to miss a single drop of her wetness, Luke went about licking all of her exposed flesh before resuming his attention on her clit.

Kim moaned against his cock when he renewed the gentle attack on her sensitive nub. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there! Right there, Luke!"

He brought a finger to her sopping, wet hole and slipped it inside easily enough, stretching her out slightly and getting her prepared to take his cock. Once the one was fully inside, he slipped in another, and then another until he was steadily fucking her with his hand as his mouth concentrated on her clit. It had the desired effect as Kim's hips started thrusting back against his face in vigorous fashion. He recognized the movement for what it was, knowing she was getting close to the edge.

She moaned loudly as his cock slipped out of her mouth, her body beginning to shake as a rush of juices soon filled his mouth and coated his chin.

"Fuck, yes, Luke! I'm cumming. Oh, keep doing that, oh fuck it feels so good!" Kim ground her clit against his face as she rode the wave of pleasure, her breath coming in jagged pants as her body achieved sweet release.

As soon as she was done cumming, Luke was completely soaked. She had nearly drenched him with her cum and he pulled out his fingers so that he could wipe his face off. As soon as she saw him, she nearly giggled and clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry, babe," she said with a smile. "I didn't realize I was so pent up."

Luke laughed along with her. "I guess I needed a shower, but I didn't think it would be that kind of shower."

Kim reached out to help him wipe it off before a strange look appeared on her face. The look didn't last long before it was replaced by a sultry smile. "That actually gives me a good idea. Come with me, okay?"

She pushed up from his body and quickly shed what was left of her uniform while Luke repeated the same motion as well. She grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bathroom of her quarters, a small little room with just enough space for a toilet and a shower. Kim turned the water on as her nude body then pressed up against Luke's.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked as he glanced at her mischievous smile.

"Something I really wanted to try," she said while pointing inside the stall. With the lack of space, getting two people in the shower would be an incredibly tight fit, and Luke had to smile to himself at the ship's builders not intending for anyone to have sex in the narrow stalls. Yet, there was something there that aided their effort, a small ledge that was just high enough off the ground and with just enough room that someone small could sit on it. Someone small like Kim.

Once the water was warm, she pulled him into the shower and shut the door behind him. At the moment, they were pressed tightly against each other, barely enough room to stand let alone to thrust. However, before anything else could happen, Kim hopped up on the small ledge and pushed back against it. She was just small enough that she could balance, and in doing so, the movement gave them just enough room to work. It also raised her hips high enough that he could slide deeply inside her without too much trouble.

Kim beckoned him forward as she spread her legs wide. "Come here and fuck me, Luke."

"With pleasure," he growled, taking hold of his cock and stepping forward. He waited until the tip nudged against her clit, slapping it against her a few times until Kim was panting with desire.

"Don't tease me any longer. Put it in. Fuck, I really need to be full of your cock, baby," she cooed.

Her words made his cock throb with desire and he aimed it just a little lower and slipped it between her velvety folds. Kim moaned as soon as he pushed the tip inside, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in tighter. The effect pushed him deeper inside her and the next time he looked down, his cock was fully inside the gorgeous redhead.

"That's something I never get tired of seeing," said Luke as he gestured to their waists. "I love seeing you full of my cock."

Kim smiled and caressed his face. "And I love how you fill me. It's like you stretch open places that I never knew existed."

"You mean places like here?" he asked while pulling his hips all the way back and thrusting forward hard again.

Kim yelped and then nodded, her hips pushing a counterthrust back against him. "Just like that, baby. Fuck me hard and don't stop. I want to be full of your cum when we go to sleep tonight."

"God, I love when you talk like that," he said, his hips soon creating a steady rhythm as they fucked with passion under the shower. There was no more erotic sight than that of Kim spread open in front of him, her mouth panting with desire as beads of water slid down her tits. She was huffing with every thrust, moaning every time he picked up the pace, and sliding her hands all along his back and butt to pull him in deeper.

"Harder, Luke. I won't break. Pound me harder and give me your perfect cock," moaned Kim as she bit her lip.

He obliged willingly, thrusting into her body with more force as their rhythm began more erratic and forceful. Above the waist, she cupped her tits and offered him the nipple, which he soon took into his mouth and sucked on until it was fully erect in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum again soon. I'm so close," she moaned, working her hips back at him with a furious pace.

"Cum all over my cock, Kim. I want to see your gorgeous face when you start to cum because of me," he said, using a free hand to gently play with her clit.

Her mouth dropped open suddenly as her body seized up, her chest soon turning a deep red in color as her orgasm hit. In the next moment, her pussy began to squeeze and clamp down on his cock, milking his orgasm from so deep in his body. It was a sensation he couldn't resist and she knew it, wanting him to achieve orgasm as well.

"Cum so deep in my body, Luke. Own me, claim me, make me yours," she urged while holding him tight.

Luke groaned loudly as his orgasm overtook him, and he pushed his hips in tight as several powerful spurts of cum soon shot into his lover. Kim moaned with content as she felt him fill her up, kissing him tenderly as the fruits of their passion filled her pussy.

"I love you so much," she whispered against his lips.

"And I love you, Kim," he said in return. For the next few moments, they simply held each other, content in the knowledge and the experience of their newfound affection.

Their world had changed for the better that night. For their love, there would be no going back.

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The day after leaving the territory of theMuthada, Jack watched from the shores of Andalucia as another platoon of marines unloaded from their launch boats and joined his forces on the island. It had been a tense evening, a night filled with almost too much silence as they sought to put some distance between themselves and the Andalucians. With how the meeting went with theMuthada yesterday, and the poor first reception at Methusa, Jack thought it wise to have some more firepower with him on shore.

"We'll have half our forces with us," said Greg from his side. "About eighty marines now."

"Good," said Jack. "Something tells me we'll need them sooner rather than later. This land is starting to give me a bad feeling."

"And we don't feel any closer to our quarry," added Greg. "I would have thought someone like Kat might be easier to find in a country like this one, but those slave traders must cover ground quickly."

"We have to keep trying. I don't want to leave her out here too long. With what they did to Vera, each passing day could make her fate worse."

Greg leaned in a little closer. "You mean, potentially make her a sex slave to one of them."

Jack didn't respond except for a subtle nod of the head.

"Forsaken desert country. Fucking rats," swore Greg. "We'll find her before then. There's not a force in this world that can withstand Javan marines on the hunt."

"I hope so, Greg. I sure hope so."

Luckily for them, the next two days passed without issue. At one point, Jack even had some luck stopping a pair of traders on their way north who were kind enough to let them know they were encroaching on the land of theNumratha. Their directions proved to be remarkably accurate and soon only a small low-lying plateau shielded them from what should have been the home of the clan.

"Just over that ridge," said Jack as they walked along the coastal road. The three platoons with them were very spread out, with one scouting the land in front of them, one protecting the middle, and the final preventing anyone from sneaking up on them.

"It's about time," said Abigail before taking a drink of water. "This country is starting to get to me. It's just too damn hot!"

"You can say that again," added Vera. "I'd almost forgotten the heat the last time. I feel like I'm about to sweat through my clothes!"

"You know, now that we're here, what exactly is the plan should Kat be with theNumratha?" asked Greg. "I doubt they'll give her to us even if we ask nicely."

"No doubt you're right," said Jack. "We'll have to give them the only thing we can. I'll attempt to purchase her from them as long as they are civil."

"And if they aren't civil?" asked Abigail.

Jack pointed to the closest marine. "That's why I brought them along."

"I just hope she's all right. It's felt like ages since I last saw her," said Vera.

That was Jack's main hope as well—that Kat was safe and not hurt. He wanted to voice his agreements with Vera but chose to remain silent, knowing the woman still carried an unhealthy amount of blame for Kat's fate on her own shoulders.

"I'm sure she is. Kat's made of tough stuff. She spent so much time traveling the world before this that I'm sure she has to be all right," said Jack with confidence, even if he was more worried internally than he let on publicly.

Vera looked over to him and smiled. "I certainly hope you're right."

Jack turned his attention back to the road ahead of them, watching as the first group of marines crested the plateau and then moved to the edge. He could tell something was wrong when they stopped, the forward teams pointing down to the opposite side of the plateau in a state of confusion. As soon as they stopped, they sent a marine back with a message for Greg.

"Sir, it looks like we've come to the camp of theNumratha clan," said the marine, a man Jack recognized as having the name Todd.

"How big is it, Todd? Are there a lot of people down there?" asked Greg.

Todd shook his head. "There's none, sir. Not a soul in sight. The camp looks recently abandoned."

"Abandoned?" Greg questioned. "How could it be a camp if it's abandoned?"

Todd waved him forward. "Come see for yourself. It looks like they left in a hurry."

Jack and Greg followed Todd as he jogged back to the front platoon. They quickly ascended to the top of the plateau and then crossed to the edge to look out, seeing instantly what Todd meant as Jack's eyes fixed on the scene below.

Whomever had been there had certainly left quickly. The small valley that was sandwiched between this plateau and another had a small smattering of grass in between and a tiny stream that zigzagged through the land on its way to the ocean. On both sides of the stream, Jack could see the remains of tents. Not enough to suggest disaster, but just enough in number that whomever had been there had left quickly and recently. Personal belongings were cast about in every which manner, and Jack could see piles of clothing, pottery, and even some slave chains in the grass by the stream.

"They couldn't have left that long ago," said Greg. "This doesn't feel right at all."

"But why would they leave, Greg? The trader from yesterday said they were still here and so that means they were still camped here as long as two days ago. This feels more recent than that though."

"Maybe they got word we were coming," said Greg ominously.

"To what purpose though?" asked Jack. "We're not here to make war."

"True but if you saw eighty some foreigner soldiers about to burst into your neighborhood, I'm sure they weren't going to stick around to see if we were peaceful. Maybe we scared them?"

Jack shook his head. "I can't see the Andalucians running scared. We only have slightly more soldiers than we did the day we saw theMuthada and even they were content to stare us down before we were turned away for no good reason. Something about this feels calculated."

"Do you think they might be up to something? Maybe they plan to attack us?"

"It's definitely a possibility," said Jack before Greg took a few steps forward and pointed out to the horizon further inland.

"Do you see that, Jack? Out there just over that next plateau? What does that look like to you?"

Jack squinted his eyes to take a further look before trying out his binoculars instead. He could tell there was some kind of disturbance further inland but whatever it was, it raised one of hell of a dust cloud along the way.

"Those are dust clouds," said Jack finally. "I bet those have to be theNumratha. They have to be moving away from the coast at this point."

"Do we follow them? We're safest along the coast where we can call for backup in the form of reinforcements and firepower from theDestiny. If we get deeper into the country, we may sacrifice those two strengths for the mobility."

"We have to keep following them," said Jack. "Now that we are so close, we can't turn away now. I'll get orders to theDestiny to stay close to the coast should we need her and the rest of the platoons. Have the rest of the marines on ready should we give the order for assistance," said Jack.

As Greg radioed the orders back to the marines on the ship, Abigail and Vera caught up with Jack. "Jack, is everything okay?"

"TheNumratha are pushing further into the interior and we think they may be up to no good. We're going to go after them!"

After all the marines were briefed on the change of plans, they descended into the valley and crossed the stream, following after the well-worn tracks of theNumratha as they continued into the central highlands of the island.

It was even more cruel country than being on the coast, for at least a steady breeze came in off the ocean to keep the temperature remotely bearable for the last few days. However, once they were away from the water, that breeze disappeared, and Jack found the temperature spiking the further they got from the sea.

It was only a few short hours after they made it to the original campsite that Jack heard the sound of gunfire coming from behind him.

"Those are NT-12s," said Greg with an excitable yell. "We have to get back and see what happened!"

The two men unslung their own rifles and rushed toward the back of their group, moving as quickly as they could through the sandy terrain. The platoon that had been guarding their rear was the one that had engaged with their rifles, and as soon as Jack found the main area where they were located, he could tell what happened.

One of the marines was laying prone against the ground, an arrow sticking out of his back leg while his squad covered the immediate vicinity behind them. Jack could tell several of the men were missing, and a quick report by one of the lieutenants in charge of the platoon let them know exactly what happened.

"We were attacked from behind," said the officer, Lt. Bridge, as they bent over the wounded man. "While we passed this narrow ridge to our side, some of those bastards popped up over the top and began to shoot at us. They got Jeffries there in the leg before we were able to shoot them off. They should have some dead ones up on that ledge, but I sent a couple squads to our rear to protect ourselves."

"Call those men back right away," said Greg. "We can't afford for them to get separated and cut off. Bring those men in closer and keep an eye on your surroundings." Greg then turned to the wounded man. "Jeffries, how you feeling?"

Jeffries groaned as he tried to push off the ground. "The fucking arrow hurts like a bitch, sir."

"Yeah, well it's bleeding like one too," said Greg to a nearby marine. "Get him up front and onto a makeshift stretcher. He won't be walking anytime soon. Someone who can climb, get up on that ridge and bring one of those bodies down, will you?"