Fourth Vector Ch. 25

Instead she decided to do what she liked best. Outside her window, the small courtyard that backed against the house had been turned into her own personal play area. By that measure, about twenty sharpened stakes had been driven into the ground, and several wounded Picard soldiers were in the process of dying upon them. The sight alone caused her blood to boil and she became instantly aware of her body in the process.

Magda's hands went between her thighs, touching herself over her uniform. She was tucked away from this vantage point that no one on the ground could see her. She began to rub herself through her uniform, sighing with delight at the pleasure sensation it produced.

Below her, one of the Picard soldiers let out an ear-piercing scream.

Magda began to rub faster.

*****

"Will you close that fucking door?" snapped Adalbert to the whore. "It's fucking cold out, you stupid twat."

The whore made an obscene gesture at him while she slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame. Adalbert growled at the sudden rush of cold air, but it wasn't the wintry conditions that made him want to keep the door closed.

It was the fact that he was behind enemy lines in Daban, more than a thousand yards from his countrymen as they besieged the city. It was obvious that if he was discovered, he could expect a swift and violent death by the forces holding the city. But then again, it was his choice to come back to Daban. Adalbert wanted to be near the action, and right now, that meant being in the Picard capital.

The whore—her name was Darcy—came back to sit on the couch not far from his current position. She meant well but she was a complete moron, her only talent the series of holes on her body. She did that well enough, and she'd been desperate enough for coin that she allowed him to live in this little shack in the bad part of the city, but she could be completely clueless.

At least she was a decent fuck. Darcy had a thick ass and thighs that seemed to not only defy gravity but that also seemed to accompany her body without a hint of excess fat or a rogue stretch mark. For having such a luscious posterior, the gods found it funny to make her completely flat-chested up above, resulting in her nearly never wearing a brassiere—she just didn't need one.

She had long red hair and green eyes in the Picard fashion as well as large plump lips that made oral sex a real treat. She was easy to live with as long as she wasn't talking, always a challenge in its own right.

"I just wanted to see if it was still snowing outside," she said, crossing her arms in front of her nonexistent chest.

"Look out the window next time then," snapped Adalbert. "You know the rules."

The rules had been set down as soon as they'd started cohabiting. Of course back then, Adalbert didn't know how frustrating she was to live with or he might have found another whore. Darcy was sloppy, messy, and she was always coughing, her scratchy voice grating on his nerves like no one else. The only positive side to this was that she knew he was Swabian and she didn't care.

"A customer is a customer no matter where the fuck they're from," she said at the time, as he had her bent over her kitchen table while he fucked her from behind.

He considered himself lucky for finding one whore who wouldn't rat him out for being part of the enemy and so he offered her enough money to stay there. He did have to remind her from time to time that she couldn't be so carefree with her comings and goings as she was before. If the wrong person got so much as a glance at his uniquely Swabian features from outside the door or through the window, he could be a goner.

For that reason, they developed a set of rules that basically kept them sequestered in the house at all times. They kept the door closed, which was easy enough during the winter, but they also kept the blinds closed on the windows too, lest the wrong person look inside. Adalbert didn't go out in public unless he absolutely had to, with Darcy doing most of the shopping for food and necessities.

It wasn't perfect but it worked. Sure, Darcy very frequently had her own callers come back with her for her own unique trade, and Adalbert had to listen to them go at it all the hours of the day, but it was the safest he could be in the city where danger could be only one open door away.

Part of him wonder why he even bothered to come back. He knew that Jack Easterbrook wasn't in the city let alone the country so he didn't have to be in Daban. He easily could have stayed in Burwick far enough away from the allied army, and Magda, that he didn't have to worry.

Something gnawed at him though. It was a small feeling, barely worth a listen sometimes, but it told him that if Jack Easterbrook was going to come back, it would be to this city. Especially if it was on the verge of falling. He'd closely listened to the news about the Swabian advance, following behind the army at great risk to himself just on a hunch.

The last time Daban was under threat, Easterbrook had ridden in to rescue it. Would history repeat itself? Was this his best chance at capturing his elusive quarry?

Truthfully, it seemed the best place to be when compared to any other city or country. It wasn't much to go on but it was the best that he had.

Darcy appeared in front of him and brought him back to the present. She grabbed his hand and put it on her flat chest.

"I'm horny. Will you fuck me?" she asked frankly.

Adalbert let out a small sigh as he took in the sight of her body. Two things won out—her lips and her thighs. He felt blood flowing into his cock.

"Let's make this quick," he said while pulling his trousers down.

*****

After the parade and the impromptu meeting with the emperor, Jack made his way back to theDestiny in a weird mood. Even though his resolve was firmer than ever, it still made him uneasy to see the bridge burnt with Charles, and even Bancroft to a lesser degree. He wasn't much in the mood for anything other than a quiet evening, but that was until he arrived back in his quarters.

The first thing to greet him was the smell of alcohol. The door had barely opened when it drifted past his nose, the pungent scent reminding him of the last time he'd indulged in it (too long ago).

The second thing to greet him was the sound of giggling. As he shut the door behind him, he found Kat and Abigail huddled around his desk with two large bottles of hard alcohol as well as several cups to drink it. They seemed to be playing some type of game on his desk with a few coins and both were having the grandest time doing so.

"Jack! There you are, let's have some fun!" said Abigail with much more emotion than he was used to receiving from her lately. He could tell she'd already indulged a decent amount of the bottle. Her cheeks were flush and she was overly animated suggesting she had a decent buzz going.

"Finally, you're back!" said a giggly Kat as she rushed up to greet him. She kissed him before leaning back to whisper in his ear. "Abigail and I found a little something to drink!"

"So I see," said Jack with amusement as he shrugged off his jacket and cap.

Kat continued to whisper in his ear. "Abigail was feeling down in the dumps so we scored those bottles as a way to cheer her up."

Jack looked back at Kat and a thin smile filled his face. He surmised that Kat wasn't nearly as buzzed as the other one or she at least seemed to be humoring Abigail for the time being.

"Come drink with us, Jack," said Abigail as Kat returned to her seat by the desk. She poured him a tall glass and pressed it into his hands. The two women held their cups together, both looking at him expectedly.

"Are we toasting?" asked Jack with a laugh.

"We are," said Abigail firmly. "To us."

"To us," echoed Kat. "That's a great thing to toast to."

"What about us?" asked Jack. "Our health? Our relationship? Our lives?"

"All of the above!" said Kat, causing Abigail to giggle.

"All right then. Down the hatch," said Jack. The three of them took their drinks in one gulp before putting the cups back on the table. The alcohol wasn't as hard as Jack thought, explaining why half of one bottle was already gone and they were still only buzzed. It still tasted great on the way down, and he found himself eagerly pouring himself another.

"That's the spirit,Rear Admiral," said Abigail teasingly as she shifted in her chair.

"Have a seat, Jack, please," said Kat.

"I guess I'll have to sit on the bed," he said, looking around and seeing no other chairs. He only kept two in his personal quarters.

"I don't think so." Abigail sat up from her chair and pulled him to it. She made him sit down before plopping herself right in his lap, causing another laugh from Kat. "Much better!"

"I don't think I've ever seen you two like this," he said as Abigail wiggled her bottom against him. Not that he was complaining.

"With all that's going on, we decided it was time we focused on us for a change," said Abigail. "There's no reason we can't shirk our responsibilities tonight and have a little fun."

"Plus you managed to get out of night watch duty," pointed out Kat.

Abigail grinned. "True."

"Well at least you managed to grab the good stuff," said Jack, gesturing to the alcohol.

Abigail turned around and kissed him. "Only the best for myrear admiral."

"Why do you keep using my title?"

"Oh, I don't know." Abigail leaned to the side and kissed his neck. "It could be the alcohol talking. Or it just could be me. Me and my present condition."

Jack arched his eyebrow. "Present condition?"

Abigail nodded while maintaining a grin. "I'm a little turned on."

Jack laughed. "When are you not?"

"She assured me she's extra horny tonight," added Kat.

"What made you like this?" he asked.

She trailed her fingers along his chest. "I don't know. You. The alcohol. Kat even looks sexier than usual tonight." Abigail giggled. "Take your pick of those but I could probably find a few more if you like."

Jack chuckled. "You're ridiculous tonight but I like it. It's a different change from the Abigail I'm used to seeing." And if he was being honest, it was great to see some semblance of carefree happiness from her after all the events that took place recently.

"Good, come play with us some more then, Jack," said Abigail as she refilled their cups and put a coin in his hand.

He joined them for the drinking game for the next thirty odd minutes. It was a delightfully simple game, only involving bouncing the coin off the desk and trying to get it into the cup. Those that finished last had to keep drinking and as they finished playing, they all had a healthy buzz going about.

"I'm tired of losing," pouted Abigail as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"That's because you won't stop drinking," said Kat with a laugh. She'd won most of the rounds by far and hadn't touched her drink in ages.

"It's still not fair." Abigail turned to Jack. "Will you take me to bed, Rear Admiral?"

"Again with the title," said Jack while laughing. He stood up from his chair and took her with him. She hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck until he dropped her on the bed.

"What about me?" asked Kat, now lonely by the desk.

"Get over here now," yelled Abigail playfully.

Kat soon joined them as Abigail went about removing Jack's clothing methodically, not saying a word while she did it. It wasn't until he was down to his briefs that he asked her what she was doing.

"I told you, I need to get fucked," she said as if it were the most natural explanation in the world. "That means your cock in my pussy right now."

"Pussy?" asked Kat with a confused look. "That's not what you told me—"

"Shush!" said Abigail dramatically before looking back at Jack.

Jack gave her a confused look. "What's going on?"

"I guess the cat's out of the bag so to speak," said Abigail as she shot a playful glare to Kat. "Jack, I want you to fuck me tonight, but I want to try something different."

"Something different as in . . ."

Abigail smiled. "I want you to fuck my ass."

Jack felt his cock harden instantly. He quickly tented his briefs, causing Abigail to wrap her hands around it. "I see you like the idea?"

"Well, yeah, but where did this come from?" he asked with a laugh. "It's not everyday I get propositioned for some backdoor activity."

"I know we've talked about it before, even if it was brief," she said, stroking him gently. "I only had it once, and it was just an okay experience. I really want to give it to you, Jack. It's the only place I haven't had you. And I want it badly. I want you in my ass, Jack." She pulled his briefs down and released his cock, which was now sticking straight up.

"I'd love to do that if you're absolutely sure," he said. "And it's not just the alcohol talking."

Abigail nodded and then gave him a playful look. "It's time to earn that title,Rear Admiral."

Jack reached around and palmed her ass through her trousers. Abigail bit her lip and seemed to pick up what he was thinking. "Let me get out of these clothes."

She pushed up on her knees and made quick work of what remained of her uniform. The trousers were the first to come off, followed quickly by the small lacy piece that was under them, leaving her bottomless. Next was the plain shirt she wore under her jacket. A quick snap of the bra rendered her completely nude, and when Jack cupped her ass again, he was delighted to feel her bare skin.

She looked at his cock with a bit of nervousness. "It looks a lot bigger now that I know it's about to go in my ass."

"That just means we need to make sure it's really lubed up. No way am I going to do it without us both being ready."

Abigail smiled. "Good point." She then turned to Kat. "Will you do me the honors in getting him ready while I do a little something?"

Kat licked her lips as she eyed his cock. "With pleasure," she purred.

Abigail slid off the bed while Kat moved closer, her small hand wrapping around him a moment later. Her sky-blue eyes locked on his as she enclosed her lips around the tip. Jack felt the suction instantly as her tongue flickered against the tip. She released him just to smile back up at him but her teasing didn't last long. She engulfed his cock in the next moment.

"Fuck, Kat," swore Jack as her nose drifted closer to his pubic bone. "Goddamn that feels so good."

She moaned around his cock as her mouth slid up and down, picking up speed as drops of saliva slid down his shaft. She was using all her skill to ensure that he was as slick as possible. She didn't even use her hands, knowing they would only suck up the extra wetness and kept it an all oral job. In the meantime, Jack could spot Abigail in the corner of the room by her closest. It was where she kept her personal effects, and he could see her spreading something against her ass. His cock lurched in anticipation.

Kat started working his shaft deep, trying to get all of him in her mouth as Abigail returned to the bed. She slid next to him and put her hand against his bare chest as they watched Kat work.

"She's gotten so good at that, hasn't she?" said Abigail with a grin.

"You have no idea," groaned Jack, fighting the urge to roll his eyes to the back of his head.

Kat pulled off his cock with a coy smile before looking back at Abigail. "I think he's ready for you."

"You're amazing, thank you," purred Abigail as she turned back to Jack. "How do you want me, Jack? Do you want me on my side or on my hands and knees?"

Jack looked at her ass, easily Abigail's best feature. There was nothing he would love more than to watch the action from above, owning her body while she writhed underneath him. In the end, it was an easy decision.

"On your knees," he growled, causing Abigail to grin. She started to move until her head was against his pillow, sticking her ass into the air. She arched her back, making those bare cheeks stick out even further. Jack moved into position behind her while Kat laid down beside them, content to watch them as she shrugged out of her clothes.

As he moved against her body, Jack saw the reason why she had left the bed. He could already see the glistening lube that had been applied against her puckered hole, a slick screen that would ease his entry. His cock bobbed against her cheeks, still soaked with Kat's saliva.

Abigail turned back to look at him. "Put it in me, Jack. Slowly at first. Let me get used to it. Let me feel you in my tight ass, baby."

Jack grabbed his shaft and lined the tip up with her puckered hole. Abigail shuddered when the tip made first contact, applying the smallest amount of pressure against her tight opening. He started to push against her while she started to rock back and forth, gently easing the head inside one millimeter at a time. It was only with a carefully timed thrust from Jack and an equally forceful counterthrust that the entire head slipped inside, causing a load moan to escape from her lips.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit, Jack, you're in my ass," she said, her dark hair sliding along her back. "I can't believe you're really fucking my ass."

"You have no idea how good this feels," said Jack, feeling the extreme tightness grip the tip. "So fucking good."

"Just give me a moment to get used to it," she cautioned, holding him steady in the same position. "Then you can keep sliding deeper."

While Abigail struggled to get used to the feeling, Kat made herself useful by sliding closer to the gap between the brunette commander and the bed. She captured Abigail's nipple in her mouth and started to suck on it.

"Oh, yes," groaned Abigail when she felt it. "I love you both so much."

Kat moaned against her flesh and continued to suck while Abigail's hips started to arch backwards. "Fuck me, Jack," she whined. "Fuck my ass, baby."

He started to apply more pressure, feeling his shaft slip deeper into her bowels. The feeling was absolutely indescribable. The intensity of her ass alongside the extreme tightness had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He used both hands to grip her cheeks, kneading them with his fingers as he slid further inside.

Abigail let out a most sensual moan when he was more than halfway inside her. She reached back around and grabbed the part of his shaft that was still exposed to air. "I can't believe you have so much of this monster inside me, Jack."

"Only a little more to go too," he said, pulling out and sliding in further.

"I'm so full right now, you have no idea. This feels so much better than the last time!"

After the next thrust, there was no more left to give. Jack was completely deep inside her bowels, his balls resting against her clit. He managed a careful withdraw until only the tip was left inside and surged forward again.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that!" moaned Abigail, gripping the bedsheets tightly.

It was a view that would make any man happy for the rest of his life. He had his cock buried in Abigail while he watched Kat suck on her tits from underneath. Jack said a silent thank you that this was his life and continued to thrust, a steady but firm pace being established as he fucked the brunette commander.

Abigail was enjoying herself immensely. Not only were her moans getting louder but she was meeting each thrust with an equally forceful counterthrust of her own. When Jack applied several successive smacks against her pert ass, she began to orgasm, shuddering against the bed as she was barely able to stay upright.

"Wait just a second," said Kat as she slid out from under Abigail. She had Abigail lean up so she was on her knees totally, a careful balancing act which maintained Jack's cock in her tight passage. With Kat laying down underneath and putting her head between Abigail's legs, she gestured for Abigail to lay back down. Suddenly, Jack felt a hot mouth against his balls as they started to move again with his thrusting.