Fourth Vector Ch. 34

In this case, she'd struck pay dirt.

"I think you really enjoy that idea," she continued to whisper as she pulled his trousers down. "I think you want to be inside me again. I think you're aching to be inside my wet pussy again, Jack."

Jack could only let out a small groan. "How could you tell?"

"I have all the evidence I need right here," she said, giving him several quick jerks. "You feel so fucking good right now. Just feeling your hardness is making me so wet. I've had dreams of you returning to me and fucking me until I couldn't walk again."

"Thoughts of you and Kat were the only thing getting me through my imprisonment," he replied.

"I think it's time I showed you just how much you were missed then." With that, Abigail locked her leg against his and pulled Jack with her. The movement caused them to switch places with Abigail landing firmly on her back while Jack straddled her body. Suddenly, his cock was now poking against her warm thigh while eagerly looking for a place to go.

Thankfully, they didn't have to worry much about clothing. Abigail was just sleeping in a small tank top, a habit she'd picked up from Kat, as well as a small pair of underwear which she quickly slipped off her legs. The aroma coming from them alone validated everything she said about being aroused.

"I need you so bad, Jack," she said as she leaned up to kiss him. "Please put it in me. Fuck me, I'm begging you."

He didn't need any further encouragement than that. Grabbing his shaft, Jack quickly found the source of heat and notched the tip inside her body. With his eyes locked on Abigail, he pushed forward with his hips.

Abigail moaned loudly as the first part of his shaft penetrated her slick folds. In one smooth motion, her arms went around his shoulders and pulled him closer, forcing his cock deep into her body.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned as he filled her.

She was limited to just those three words before her eyes shut completely closed and her mouth fell open. Jack could feel spasms around his cock and he realized at that moment that she was already having an orgasm.

He waited until she recovered before he said something. "Already? And here I thought I'd be the one to pop off in the first couple strokes," he teased.

Abigail grinned. "I'm sorry, you just felt too good. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you being inside me again. I guess just when I felt it fully inside me, I lost it."

He leaned down to kiss her. "No excuses necessary. Besides, I doubt I'm going to last for very long either."

Her legs locked around his hips. "Good," she purred. "Fuck me hard and then fill me up with your cum. I want to know that six months' worth of cum will be inside my body tonight."

Abigail's words alone spurred his hips forward. He pulled back rapidly only to send them surging forward once more. It was like heaven to be inside the sexy brunette commander once again and Jack didn't want to take his eyes off of her. He loved watching Abigail's body react to being fucked. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her tits ripple with every hard thrust, something that she noticed when she pulled her tank top towards her neck.

"There you go, baby," she purred as she then cupped her tits. "I know how much you love to watch them."

That was definitely true but Jack wasn't sure which part of her he wanted to watch more—her tits or her face. Sure, he loved her tits, but her eyes were just as sexy. Seeing the movements of her mouth as he plunged deeper was intoxicating enough but watching her eyes roll to the back of her head when another orgasm threatened was a pleasure of its own.

Jack wasn't sure how much longer he could take. Abigail's dirty talk wasn't doing him any favors either.

"Pump me full of cum, Jack. Please, I need it so bad," she said with a sexy voice. "Oh, fuck, I need to be full of your cum."

His cock was pistoning at full speed inside her body once he felt the point of no return. He pressed his lips to hers as he buried himself completely in the next moment.

Jack groaned when he felt the first spurt of cum empty inside her body. Several more strokes caused jets of cum to spray inside her. Abigail's legs clamped down around him, ensuring that not one drop escaped her. In the next moment, Jack buried his face against the pillow. His breathing was rapid but he couldn't care less.

Being intimate with Abigail again was all that it should have been and more.

After he recovered from his orgasm, the sex fiend version of Abigail disappeared only to be replaced by the loving version once more. She nuzzled against his neck and placed a soft kiss on the sensitive spot there.

"Do you think anyone would mind if we just spent the whole next day in bed doing that over and over?" she asked, ending with a theatrical giggle.

"A few people would notice," replied Jack playfully. "Kat amongst them. She might see it as you trying to get out of baby duty."

"I'd never," said Abigail. "Holding little John is just so amazing that I'll always take my turn. But don't think I won't be thinking about you inside me in these little off moments throughout the day."

Jack started to laugh. "Did I tell you how much I missed you?"

She batted her eyelashes at him. "Not enough. Go on, tell me more."

As if to emphasize the point, she squeezed her vaginal muscles around him.

"Any more of that and we're going for round two," he growled.

Her eyes started to sparkle. "Don't threaten me with a good time, mister."

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty more where this comes from," he promised.

"I hope so," she said before her lips turned pouty. "I just wish Kat could join us. I know she has to wait a few weeks before we can do anything again but I'd feel better about the whole thing if it could be the three of us in bed once more."

"Soon enough," said Jack. "We'll all be together again."

"You promise, Jack?"

"Of course, I promise."

*****

For the third time that morning, Emperor Regaulfus Avila stopped writing his letter and put his pen down, sighing to himself. Outside his window, two robins were playing a game with each other, seeing which one could intimidate the other one off the ledge. As was expected, the fatter one won, and the smaller bird managed to fly away, disappearing from sight.

The lesson wasn't lost on him. Those that used their natural talents and advantages tended to get what they wanted while lesser beings had to give way to their obvious betters. It was a ruling tenant that had guided his entire life and had seen him attain the peak of power in the Swabian hierarchy.

Every so often though, he was reminded that there were still beings that he had to show his own healthy degree of respect towards lest he earn their wrath. In that matter, he was referring entirely to his own family, specifically his mother and his aunt.

He looked down at the letter again, the one that was addressed to his Aunt Betel, the mother of the deceased Adalbert. It had only been a short amount of time since he'd learned of Adalbert's grisly death, the details of which he would spare from his aunt to lessen her pain. Even still, he couldn't find the right words to express his supposed sorrow over his death.

"Supposed" was the key word. Frankly, Avila was surprised that Adalbert had come this far in life without being killed sooner. The man had been a bottom-feeder of the lowest variety, someone who could only feel big by riding off someone else's coattails. Most of their lives, those coattails had belonged to Avila.

He should've known better that Adalbert wasn't going to turn his life around after being given the Lordship of Cormfeld. He may have gotten lucky in catching Jack Easterbrook but in most areas of life, Adalbert had been a severe disappointment.

His untimely death was actually a good thing. It brought Cormfeld back into his hands. Now he could bestow the patronage of his home island on someone truly deserving but who? Most of those that he rubbed shoulders with were either already lords or lowly retainers, not fit for the prestige that came from Cormfeld. Who could he give the most important lordship in all of Swabia to?

After stumbling with the last line in the letter, Avila finally recognized that this wasn't going to happen today. He chucked his pen across the room and set the letter to the side. His Aunt Betel would have to wait. She could learn about her precious son's death tomorrow.

With his attention diverted, Avila could attend to another dispatch that deserved his attention much more—the sudden appearance of Jack Easterbrook at the head of Galician forces in Apulia.

The development was alarming to Avila for several reasons. The first and foremost reason was that Jack Easterbrook should have been dead by now, his death promised by Eric Rosdahl the moment he arrived in Galicia. That particular failure demonstrated the issue with working with Galicians in the first place, a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. Letting Easterbrook escape was an unforgivable act and from the moment he heard the news, he considered his partnership with Rosdahl to be dead.

But what to do about Easterbrook? Without his intervention, Apulia would have fallen by now. Godric Katla of Selz had mentioned that with recent reinforcements and naval support, he could not remove Easterbrook from the city of Arezzo on his own.

In Avila's mind, two things needed to happen. He needed to get the Swabian Navy to Arezzo to remove such support and he needed to get more men to Godric.

With those in mind, he quickly settled on the easiest task which was ordering the navy to new positions. He wrote a quick message and then put his pen down.

"Otto, come here," he beckoned, calling for his loyal servant. Otto came to his side willingly and without a single word.

"See to it that these orders get to Admiral Sevolz immediately," said Avila as he pressed the dispatch into Otto's hands.

"At once, Your Imperial Majesty," said Otto as he turned heel to walk away. It was only the subtle snap of Avila's fingers that soon rooted the servant back in place.

"Just one more thing," said Avila. "I need you to transmit two dispatches to General Ferberg in Picardy."

Otto waited while he quickly issued two separate messages. After a few minutes, he held up the first to the servant.

"General Ferberg is to release ten thousand men and half his remaining tank force at once," said Avila. "They are to be transported to Apulia to reinforce Godric Katla in his struggle against Jack Easterbrook."

Otto nodded. "Ten thousand men and half his tanks, understood, Your Imperial Majesty."

Avila then held up the second letter. "This is to be given to him second. There's a reason why I want this delivered last. Ferberg won't like giving up half his army but this dispatch will contain his reward in doing so." The Emperor sat back in his chair and put his hands together. "I'll be giving him Cormfeld for the trouble. Effective immediately, he'll be the new Lord of Cormfeld."

Otto raised a single eyebrow in response but ultimately, he nodded again. The servant saluted and rushed away to transmit the dispatches.

Avila didn't watch him go. His mind was already contemplating how Ferberg would take this promotion. It was a wise move on his behalf. The Lordship of Cormfeld was a juicy reward for such a faithful general over the years. It was also a recognition that he didn't intend to let the general linger in Picardy any longer than he needed to. With the island now conquered, he would need Ferberg's service elsewhere.

For now though, Avila would concentrate on finishing the job in Apulia. With orders underway to correct the two obstacles to Godric's final success, he looked forward to finally seeing Easterbrook squashed like the bug he was.

Then he could move to the next stage of his plan.

*****

Almost a week out from the birth of John, most of those in Jack's camp were aching to get back to some semblance of normality. Even Jack was ready to take on the Swabians, with the arriving Samarans bolstering their ranks and making the defensive position in Arezzo less necessary.

He now had enough men to work with, and Jack could begin to think about operating offensively for the first time since they arrived in Apulia.

There was one thing that needed to happen first and that was a sit-down discussion with Greg. Despite the fact that he and Vera were frequent visitors to see the baby, Jack hadn't had the opportunity to talk with him about recent events.

That would all be rectified that morning. Kat was taking a turn sleeping while Abigail and Jack watched the baby. There was a knock at the door, followed by the entrance of Vera and Greg.

"Where's my nephew?" asked Vera brightly. She soon saw him resting in Abigail's arms and made a beeline over to her. Jack could only chuckle on in amazement.

"Sometimes I think you like to see him more than you like to see me," he teased his sister as she sat next to Abigail.

Vera started to giggle. "Please don't make me choose. I don't think you'd like the result!"

Jack could only shake his head but seeing as the women were consumed with the baby, he took the moment to pull Greg aside so they could have their long-awaited chat.

"I'm not sure how you do it," said Greg finally, once they were somewhat alone. "To have all these women fussing over your son constantly. You're a better man than I am!"

Jack chuckled. "You kind of get used to it after a while. I have a lot less free time then I did before but I have to say that I enjoy the time I get to spend with him. He may not be very old but I can already say that he's changed my life."

"Spoken like a true father," said Greg with a grin. "Is this the same Jack I left in Picardy? Because it doesn't feel that way!"

"The last six months have changed a lot of things," replied Jack. "Not even just so much with John but with everything. The strategic situation as well as our attitude towards Java."

Greg soured upon the mention of Java. "I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to outrun mentions of Java for very long. It seems every time I hear about our homeland now, it's always in a bad connotation."

"It's unfortunate that it has to be that way," said Jack. "But those are the circumstances we find ourselves in."

Greg nodded. "Indeed. I should tell you then that we are still getting daily dispatches from the Admiralty. Most of them are inquiring about Viceroy Ferris as well as Barnabas."

"I heard all about that viceroy," said Jack. "From the sounds of things, he was almost as bad as the Sorellan one."

"Worse, I'd say," replied Greg with a hollow look. "He had to be removed. Aedan would have frothed at the mouth any other way. It was damaging the alliance so it had to be done, and frankly, I don't regret it in the slightest."

Jack put his hands up. "You don't need to explain it to me. I trust your judgment implicitly. Plus you saw that I had to do the same thing myself. I'm just afraid that the removal of two viceroys isn't going to earn us any favors with Bancroft."

Greg shook his head. "No, it won't. Those daily dispatches are getting more threatening in tone. Even this last one was addressed directly to you since they know you're back."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "How do they know that?"

Greg rolled his eyes. "One of the dumber transmitters sent it back to the Admiralty thinking he was doing the right thing. It wasn't something done nefariously but I'd hoped to keep your arrival back in the force a secret for a moment longer."

"What was your motive for doing so?"

"Honestly, Jack, I was hoping that it could buy us time. This is still officially your task force, and I was hoping it wouldn't fall apart on my watch," said Greg. "I know Abigail felt the same way but both of us are in hot water right now. This last dispatch is asking that you detain us for insubordination as well as to release Ferris and Barnabas at once."

"So much for a welcome back from Bancroft," said Jack. "By the way, who is heading the navy now that he's the emperor? Who's in charge?"

"That's increasingly harder for us to figure out," said Greg. "Orders are still coming through in his name, just with the enhanced title. He makes it look like he's still very much in control of the navy, which is odd to say at the very least."

"It fits his level of hubris," said Jack. "Bancroft would control everything in Java if he thought it made him more powerful. I'd almost expected him to put someone like McKenzie in charge but that might have been too logical."

Greg shrugged. "It doesn't seem to matter much to me. I think the message would be the same no matter whose name was signed at the bottom."

"I don't doubt you there," said Jack as he mulled that idea around for a moment. He leaned forward a minute later. "So let's talk about the situation there. They know we're not going to reinstate Ferris or Barnabas so there's only one likely result from all of that." He took a deep breath. "War."

"It's inevitable," replied Greg. "Sooner or later, they are going to declare all of us outlaws. We'll be rebels without a home country."

"I think we've already crossed that line," said Jack with some apprehension. "They might not just know it yet."

Greg let out a low sigh and then nodded. "You're right, of course. And I feel it in here as well." He patted his own chest. "In here, I know I'm a rebel and I hate myself for it."

Jack put his hand up again. "We'll get back to that, I promise. But for now, let's talk about Java's strategic situation. He knows all about the trouble that we're in but Java isn't exactly in a place where they can pursue us either. They're fighting a two-front war and we're all the way across the ocean."

"For how much longer though, Jack? From all reports, McKenzie has the Occitanians on the ropes. Montauban is under siege and no one doubts that they'll surrender as soon as their capital city falls. In the south, Reynolds keeps punishing the Ruthenians and all reports there are that he'll soon assemble his own invasion force to deal with them. Then what?"

"It will still have taken them time though," said Jack. "The Ruthenians aren't finished just yet and this is leaving one piece of the puzzle off the table—Tyrol. That rebellion has intensified by all reports."

Greg shuddered. "I'm glad I'm not there to fight that one. Some of the treatment suffered by the Javan marines there is barbaric. There are times when I find myself looking twice at some of the Tyroleans within our force and wondering if they've had such thoughts about me."

"Now that would surprise me," said Jack. "Those men have fought with you as their colonel for a long time. I doubt they harbor any ill will toward you."

"Dustin says the same thing but I can't help but wonder sometimes," replied Greg. "In any event, it makes the question of loyalty harder for all of us. I can't expect the Tyroleans to be loyal to Java with their rebellion and most of the Javans in our force are very attached to you as well. We've only had to remove a few that wouldn't contemplate turning rebel."

"Good for us then to not have such a problem," said Jack. "Our marines are the most veteran forces we have, save for perhaps the Samarans. We'll need all of them that we can get in the days ahead."

It was at this point that Greg's head dropped. The marine stared at a point on the floor without saying anything further but when he raised his head again, there were tears in his eyes.

"Jack, I know what we're doing here is right," he said finally. "I know this is the right course. The Swabians have to be stopped but I just struggle with the method. How did it come to this? I never thought I'd be a rebel in my entire life. Now here I am—a man without a home."

"You'll always have a home as long as you fight with me," said Jack quietly.