Heavy Load Ch. 05

Cas wrapped his large hands on her broad hips, setting their tempo as he drove into her enough to make her big tits jiggle. Mercedes' head snapped back as she moaned, half-roaring as his thick dick pushed past her defences. Nonetheless, she drove her hips back on to him, determined to prove herself. If Roxy was sweet and giving, Mercedes was hot, raw, desperate to please herself and him, all the physical intensity she'd honed on successive battlefields applied with focus as she worked to empty Cas' overfull balls.

"That's it, Captain. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Merc demanded, a snarl in her voice, even as Cas pumped her so hard that he'd have feared injuring a less experienced cunt than that of this sexy soldier-for-hire. "Fuck my hot cu... Ahhh!"

She didn't finish the word before Cas had responded by increasing the pace of his strokes still further, now fucking her as hard as he'd ever fucked anyone. Had he not been so sunk into lust, he would have marveled at her ability to take it so perfectly. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck where she turned towards him, eliciting a loud moan of sensuous pleasure. With both hands free now, he could maul her tits with vicious, desperate desire, pushing her that much closer to the edge of an orgasm-- then forcing her right over it.

Merc clenched and spasmed around his whole length. It wasn't so much like he was fucking her as running an electrical charge straight from one of the engines up through her cunt. Under such circumstances, he could hardly be expected to resist the way that her tight, wet depths sucked and pulled at him for too long. Their voices joined in an ecstatic chorus of moans as they climaxed together, Cas gushing blast after blast deep into her perfect pussy, his cock bulging with the quantity that was pouring out of him into the gasping, thrilled warrior who'd given herself to him so freely.

Cas slipped from her, collapsing alongside her. Unable to contain himself, he laughed as she slipped into the space under his arm. He wrapped her alongside him, brow beaded with sweat and body glowing like the lights on the thrusters.

"Hell, then, Commander." He grinned, catching her lips for a brief kiss. "Welcome aboard."

* * *

"I insist you reconsider, Captain." Val had cornered him in the galley after Cas emerged from the engine bay. Mercedes was taking a breather after their marathon fuck-session before she'd head up to the bridge to better familiarise herself with The Adonia's idiosyncrasies.

Cas had to admit, it felt good to have a girl like Mercedes on board, and not just because she'd so willingly given him all three of her hot, tight holes. She'd spent serious time in the air before, she knew how to crew a boat just about as well as Cas did and she was taking her new responsibilities seriously. Val, on the other hand, was proving to be a little more difficult to handle-- no matter how bad he could tell she wanted to give up all her holes to him as well.

"Yeah, well, I insist you stop insisting. My ship, Princess," Cas reminded her. "Now, do me a favor and take that perky princess ass of yours somewhere else. I've got shit to do."

Val didn't budge. She had dressed herself as best she could, strategically fashioning the oil tarp she'd found earlier to cover up her tits and her perky princess ass alike. However, with so much ground to cover, there was a limited amount that it could do.

Yet despite her improvised attire, Val stood in the galley with the seriousness she would have had presiding over the Callistan Senate. Given the rather shabby nature of the galley and her relative lack of covering, Cas had to admit it was more farcical than intimidating.

"Brightreach isn't the sort of place where one finds people of the calibre we'll require if we're to mount a serious challenge," she insisted. "If you won't return us to Callisto itself, then at least start your search for our captors in the Hubworlds. If you're able to bring us within the Gould Belt, I can reconnect with the Varangian Sisterhood and--"

"The Vanjie-anjie-in' Sisterhood's a cute notion, Princess," Cas interrupted, sounding out each of the alien syllables with mocking emphasis, "but I seem to recall that a few years ago, Brightreach was home to just about anyone who wanted to make an enemy of the blue caps. If there's people with information on who's puttin' gals in boxes and shippin' 'em off to the Outer Rim to stop 'em from makin' trouble for the bigwigs, we'll find 'em there."

"You don't understand," Val responded, her frustration growing. "There are more important and powerful things in this Cluster than your grubby little network of vagabonds and tinkers. Lurking out here a million miles from civilised society might be very safe for you, spacer, but do you really think Roxanne and Mercedes' best interests are served here on your ship, servicing your cock?"

That tore it. It was one thing to spend a day and a half lurking in Cas' head and making sarcastic little remarks from the peanut gallery. It was another thing to leap out of stasis and immediately go to giving orders and making demands. But to accuse him of being careless, selfish and cunt-obsessed when he was risking his own neck against his better instincts just to try and help all of the girls who'd been put aboard his ship, the ungrateful bossy one in front of him included?

"Oh, no. No." Cas' voice was cool as he responded, but began to grow in volume as his temper rose. "I'm not hearin' bleeding heart concern for your fellow girls here, Princess. What I'm hearin' is some stuck-up bitch who can't handle that she's gotta live like the rest of us for five minutes of her goddamn life!"

Val snarled as she prepared to retaliate, but hadn't even begun to speak before her thoughts started leaking into the air. Cas always knew when a psyker was angry. He could taste the colour of their rage, telepathic energy scrambling thoughts into synaesthesia.

In Val's case, the crimson fury she was broadcasting was cut through with pure, neon-pink horniness. The arousal that came from defrosting was still there, but it was cut through with a disbelief that anyone would ever speak to her that way, a fizzling excitement that came with the realisation that anyone would dare speak to her that way, not least a strapping, square-jawed scoundrel whose bulge was still obvious even though he'd just ploughed his way through Merc.

As she curled her fists and thrust her shoulders back, Val's breasts almost spilled out from her impromptu clothing. The tops of her creamy breasts almost entirely exposed, their perky firmness obvious despite her lack of corset or bra. He could even see the rise of a dusky areola peeking up from beneath the fabric, just begging to be popped out and teased.

She caught Cas looking. Wasn't his fault--he might not have been entirely cunt obsessed, but looking like she did, it was hard to resist staring. As she flushed, he could see the nipple harden-- and with all the rediverted power pushing through the engine bay, it was hardly cold in the room.

For a split second, the neon-pink took over. Cas watched as she pushed her chest out a little more on instinct, displaying herself to him like she was daring him to make a move on her.

A moment later though, thought surpassed instinct and she pulled herself together. Covering herself with a firm hand, she pulled her head high with her nose in the air. No amount of airs and graces could hide how her normally pale cheeks were flushed just as neon as her frustration as she stalked past him to disappear and get herself together.

Cas let her go. Saying any more was as likely to cause more fighting as get him the full show, and he'd been on the end of a psyker's mental haymaker before. Made a hangover from the worst nights at The Redhorn feel like a mild tension headache by comparison.

He stood for a moment, still fuming, but his cock now so hard in his pants that it felt like it might burst. Snooty, out-of-touch, arrogant god-damn noble though she might have been, Val was still one fine piece of ass and he could tell she was so wet for him that she'd almost left a scent trail behind as she'd stormed out.

"Gosh, Cas." Roxy had emerged from the bunk. She, alone out of all the girls, seemed perfectly content to continue to be naked. She'd lost the shirt she'd borrowed off him earlier, and hadn't attempting to fashion herself any from the sheets, towels and covers that laid around The Adonia since. Her electric blue eyes sparkled teasingly as she caught Cas staring at her rack as well. "You think maybe she's used those powers of hers to figure out that you wanna fuck her yet?"

"Christ, Roxy." Cas was hardly bashful, least of all around Roxy. He was still visibly frustrated-- frustrated that he was having to deal with a crew member who didn't seem to know how to follow the instructions of her captain and frustrated that he couldn't just pin said crew member to his bunk with his cock until she learned to sit up and salute. "I ain't made of stone. I reckon her lookin' like that is the only thing keepin' me from throwin' her out at the next stopping station."

"Aw, come on now. Don't pout." Roxy mimicked his own expression as she walked closer to him, her eyes bubbling with molten sex as she stuck out her own deliciously pink lips in an exaggerated pucker. Standing before him, she brushed him under his chin with the side of her knuckles. He couldn't help but smile as he saw her looking up at him so sweetly, all bubbly golden sparkles like peach-flavored champagne.

"Not poutin'," Cas insisted, even though that wasn't exactly true.

"Mm. Of course not. But I know what might cheer you up." No sooner had she said it than she pulled away from him, taking a few steps with a sashay that exaggerated just how good her firm, curvy ass and fine, womanly hips looked as she strode across the floor. Folding herself over the cantine's table, she tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, arched her back and stuck her ass high in the air.

"I'm, ah... I'm listenin'."

"I see it too, Captain. Those eyes? That hair? Those tits?" Roxy wiggled her ass back and forth, the hint of a giggle in her tone. "Believe me, I'm as annoyed that Val didn't fling herself out of the box and straight into bed as you are, but at least we can work out some frustrations together."

Cas smirked. It was hard to remain any kind of angry when you had a gorgeous bronzed blonde all but pushing her pussy in your face. Roxy was turning out to be just as sex-obsessed as Val was claiming he was. Almost as sex-obsessed as he actually was.

"Roxy, darlin', you're a wonder for a man's morale." Cas swaggered up behind her, briefly pressing his face into her cunt, inhaling her scent deeply. He ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit, gathering the citrus-sweet taste of her on his lips. She cooed and gasped and got wetter still as his tongue probed her entrance.

Cas could happily have licked Roxy's pussy until she was coming on his face, but the way that his balls were currently boiling with need for release again, he didn't want to know what would happen to them if he didn't get his dick wet sooner rather than later.

Lining himself up with her entrance as she bowed before him, he pushed into her hot, tight cunt, one hand gripping her ass as pleasure zipped through him. He groaned and began to thrust, driving deep into her, striking her g-spot with his hard dick and making her whimper low in her throat until she was practically sobbing with eagerness, cooing for him to keep fucking her soaked little pussy.

Cas grabbed a hold of Roxy's thick golden hair in his fist. Pulling it back like reins so that she straightened her back, he got an even deeper angle with his cock. He could see her face from above, her eyes rolling back and her tongue all but lolling out of her mouth as she shuddered through what felt to his dick like a perfect multiple orgasm. This was a girl who knew just how to listen to her own body to get the best out of it, and the best for her happened to be very good for Cas, too.

"Oh, Captain," she cooed, letting out a high moan. "That's it-- give it to me. Give me all--"

"All good up ahead, Captain. There's a patrol checkpoint a few hundred kliks away but we should..." Mercedes strode into the galley, still talking when she realised what she had walked in on. After their group sex escapades in the bunk that night, however, she didn't look the least bit surprised. Instead, a sly smile crept across her face.

"Mm. Mercedes!" Roxy cried brightly, a slight moan to her words as she continued to take Cas' cock balls-deep on every thrust. She paused for a second, whimpering slightly. Cas hadn't stopped fucking. He doubted he could have stopped if someone had held a blaster to his head. "Why don't you get that hot, fuckable ass of yours over here?"

"Yeah?" Merc asked, her gaze pouring over the both of them. "And what's in it for me if I do?"

Roxy patted the table she was leaning over sweetly. "How about a little dessert? I owe you for that pussy licking you gave me last night."

Mercedes swaggered into the galley, unzipping the jacket and finally removing it altogether, standing in front of Cas and Roxy in all of her hardbodied, athletic, curvaceous glory. It hardly seemed possible, but he could feel his cock get even harder. She crawled up onto the table catlike, leaning over Roxy to kiss him deeply. Brushing her hands along Roxy's back and shoulders while her tongue tangled with Cas' own, she broke only to reposition herself on the table top, the scent of her already soaked cunt in the air.

"Let's see it then, Roxy. Eat my cunt." Mercedes spread her legs and Roxy didn't need asking twice.

Cas relinquished his hold on Roxy's hair and she dived straight in, her tongue tracing the folds of Mercedes' lips before she began to lick in earnest. Judging from Mercedes' immediate reaction, Roxy was as talented with her mouth when it came to pussy as she was with cock. After a few long moments of teasing and playing, she began batting Merc's clit back and forth before sucking it into her mouth and trapping it beneath her tongue, licking with a savagery that even the brunette mercenary found hard to handle.

"Oh, fuck. I'm coming. I'm fucking coming!" gasped Merc as Roxy kept right on lashing at her mos sensitive spot with her tongue.

Watching the way that Mercedes' body twitched and jiggled as she writhed under the talented ministrations of Roxy was enough to make Cas reach his own point of no return. He made a quick decision. As both girls had been so kind to share with him so many times now, it only seemed fair to split the cum he could feel already rising up his cock between these two smoking hot, freshly defrosted, newly recruited crewmates.

He pulled out of Roxy and both girls moved toward as if they had been choreographed. They scrambled across the table, tits in their hands and mouths open as cum fountained from the end of his cock.

Roxy, enthusiastic, extended her tongue to catch him as he splashed across her mouth, while Mercedes' closed her eyes in ecstasy as he coated her gorgeous features. After what seemed like half a minute of frantic, desperate spraying across both girls-- Roxy swallowing it down, Mercedes wearing her new warpaint with pride-- the three looked at each other, naked, spent and coated in each others' sweet, sticky cum.

It was one hell of a sight, Cas reckoned. As Val burst into the room, he wondered if she might agree.

"Cas!" She cried, all thoughts of their earlier argument clearly forgotten as she came into the galley, out of breath. "We've been hailed. Commonwealth Naval patrol, at the checkpoint. Random inspection."

And then Val finally processed it: the cum-coated scene of sexual carnage that had taken over the ship in her absence. She drank in the scene before her, first swiveling her eyes to Roxy, then Mercedes.

To Cas' amusement, Val licked her lips, clearly savouring their lush, naked curves and the cum clinging to them as all thoughts of blue caps and inspections left her mind completely. By the time her gaze had arrived on Cas, the look in her eyes had changed to one of desperate, pleading need, like she was a critter who'd been caught in a trap.

If he'd wanted to, Cas had the feeling that he could have ordered Val to lick them all clean and she'd have responded obediently with nothing more than that dreamy look in her violet eyes.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment he happened to have other things on his mind. A Commonwealth inspection. A ship containing with one smuggler wanted in half the Cluster and three girls who were currently meant to be frozen, their very existence the kind of state secret that got people like him executed for even thinking about knowing. And there Cas was, stuck with just his dick in his hand.

Becky Barnett on Lost Landing was just a drop in the bucket by comparison. If Cas wanted to get them all out of this alive, he was going to have to talk faster and smoother than he'd ever talked before.