Jessamy Beech Ch. 13: Newlyn

He cried out, smothered against her dripping vulva. And inside Jessamy's mouth Jiff's cock throbbed as his seed erupted from its tip, "Aah!"

They lay still as the sensations faded. Jessamy smiled, feeling the handsome kiwi's cock softening in her mouth. A trickle of his cum ran from her lips and she quickly licked it up with her tongue, "That ... will definitely ... not be a one off. That ... was incredible."

Jiff's hands were squeezing her buttocks and stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs. He buried his long tongue deep in her vagina, slowly and thoroughly exploring her softness, lapping up her juices. At last he lifted his head then leant over her, smiling, "B-better than a cold beer."

He licked his glistening lips, "Kiss me."

Jessamy sat up and kissed him, shivering with lewd pleasure as she tasted herself on him. Jiff would be able to taste himself too, she realised, and the idea made her squirm with delight. Jiff kissed her deeply until she moaned. His fingers fondled Jessamy's breasts, tweaking her succulent nipples.

"I want you," she purred, and slowly stood up.

"You just had me Jiss!" Jiff laughed. He shifted uneasily, as if he were trying to take the pressure off his rapidly growing cock.

Jessamy stared. He'd only just cum and he was practically ready to go again. The perfect lover. She stepped towards him, gazing down at him. Jessamy moved her hips towards his face and watched his nostrils flare as he caught her scent. Then she drew her hands slowly, teasingly up her thighs, leaned back and showed herself to him, parting her labia, fresh and glistening, "I'm ready for round two if you are."

"Bloody hell, you Cornish girls," Jiff shook his head in disbelief, "come here."

His hands caught at Jessamy's thighs. She lowered herself back onto the bed and straddled Jiff's hips, taking hold of his thick, veiny cock. The hot smooth tip slipped between the lips of her sex and she gasped as she let herself sink slowly down. Jessamy's head fell back and she yelled in ecstasy as Jiff plunged up into her. He was filling her. His arms were around her, her nipples rubbed against his bare chest, and his lips caressed her throat. She felt complete.

"Ohmygod," Jessamy breathed. She shifted herself gently, sighing as she felt Jiff moving deep within her. She leant back so that her breasts were in easy reach of his searching mouth. Jiff bent forward and suckled at her nipples, gentle but insistent.

"Mmm," Jessamy moaned, slowly rising and falling. The throbbing heat of Jiff's cock slipped wetly out of her then back in. His hands gripped her buttocks, taking her weight, and he thrust into her.

Jessamy could think of nothing else in her experience that could surpass this moment. She was here. With this gorgeous man, and nothing else mattered. Jiff clutched her tightly and gritted his teeth as he forced himself into her, again and again. She hung above him, whimpering as he slid slowly, deliciously to and fro within her.

Her blonde dreadlocks swept against Jiff's face as she gazed down at him, gasping at the sensations coursing through her. Jiff returned her look, and in that fraction of a second she knew. Like an epiphany.

This was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Jessamy felt her climax sweeping through her, filling her with such perfect bliss that she screamed out loud. Jiff reached up and caught hold of her dreadlocks, holding her head still so that as she orgasmed she had no choice but to look into his eyes. He pushed up from the bed towards her, his face tense and trembling with effort.

"Jiff," Jessamy gasped, and as he gritted his teeth and shuddered she forced her mouth down on his and kissed him with all the emotion she felt.

. . .

They clung together, skins glistening and slippery with sweat in the dingy trawler cabin. Gradually their breathing slowed. Jessamy rested her cheek against Jiff's, taking pleasure in the proximity of his body against hers.

Jiff ran one finger down her face and smiled at her, "I s'pose it'd be a stupid question if I asked to see you again Jess?"

His nervousness from before was gone.

"Do you have a tidier shirt you can put on?" Jessamy asked dreamily.

"Why?"

"Cos once I've rinsed my mouth and had a wash I'm taking you home to meet Lupita and my dad properly."

. . .

Over the next few months, Jessamy's relationship with Jiff blossomed and their love for one another grew. She had no doubt that's what it was as she'd felt something similar with Ross and Merida. But this was stronger, deeper, with an air of permanence about it that soothed and terrified her in equal measure. The fact that her mother Vicky, and Ross and Merida would never have chance to meet him was her only regret.

John Beech apologised wholeheartedly for keeping his and Mpenzi's relationship a secret from her and hugged her fiercely when Jessamy happily gave them her blessing. Mpenzi moved into John's room soon after leaving Jessamy with a bedroom to herself and any handsome kiwi trawler skippers who happened to need a bed for the night.

Jiff continued fishing and Jessamy continued working in the fields and offering her military expertise if the need arose. But the shadows that haunted their dreams remained. Thanatos, Nemesis and Jack Aubrey.

There would come a time when Jessamy could no longer ignore the threats to their very existence. Sooner or later she would have to take action.

THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN

2051, eighteen years later ...

"And that's how I met Jiff," Jessamy concluded.

"Wow. So he was like 'the one' eh?" Ross pulled his jacket collar up around his neck. With the rain outside turning to sleet, the temperature in the battered pickup was dropping.

Jessamy stared at the wriggling patterns made by the rain on the grimy windscreen, "I'll never forget him Ross. But now Thanatos is gone I think it's time to move on. Make a fresh start ... with Angus."

. . .

It had been several weeks since the destruction of Thanatos. Jessamy and Hamnavoe, Ross and John Beech Junior immersed themselves in village life offering their brawn or expertise wherever it was needed. Ploughing fields, thatching roofs, fishing and foraging all became skills they were soon expert at.

In a simple service at the fourteenth century village church, Jessamy and Hamnavoe were married. After the horrific events of the previous thirty years, the majority of desperate and disillusioned survivors had turned away from any kind of religion, so in the mostly secular ceremony she and the old Scot simply recited vows to one another in front of a dozen witnesses.

"Are you going to change your name, Jess?" Mpenzi called from her wheelchair.

"Aye," Hamnavoe replied, "that's got a nice ring tae it - Mrs Jessamy Sandra Hamnavoe."

Jessamy thought for a moment. She'd not changed her name for Jiff and had a feeling that discarding the family surname now was in some way disrespectful to her parents, her mother especially. But if she didn't change her name wasn't it being mean to her new husband? Angus still wasn't happy with all and sundry knowing his true identity so it was unlikely she'd ever call herself Jessamy Banavie.

"Just call me Jess. Jessamy Beech-Hamnavoe."

. . .

"Congratulations! I wish I'd been there!" Merida's excited voice crackled over the airwaves as Jessamy and Hamnavoe crowded into the cramped side room in Madron's village hall set aside for their radio equipment.

Madron and Liskeard had been in contact with one another by shortwave radio for years, but getting in touch with the community in Berwick Upon Tweed, hundreds of miles further north in Northumberland had taken some doing and a lot of technical know how.

"Ross and John send their love," Jessamy clutched the headset to her ear, trying to filter out the static and white noise. The threat of Thanatos was long gone but freak weather and atmospheric disturbances would continue for many years, "they've agreed to come home to you the next time The Phoenix flies down here."

There was silence from the antique shortwave, punctuated by a low electronic whistling.

"Merida? You still there?" Jessamy spoke loudly and as clearly as she could.

"Jess?"

Jessamy blew out her breath, relieved that they hadn't lost the signal again, "Yes, I'm still here."

Merida's faint voice continued, "The Phoenix never made it back. We haven't seen or heard from Newald since you all left for the bunker to look for Trevithick ..."

"Shit!" Hamnavoe swore behind her.

The Phoenix, what they believed to be the last airworthy Merlin helicopter in what had once been the United Kingdom had been their hope for regular contact between their communities. The journey that would take weeks or months overland could have been completed by air in just hours.

"... anything could've happened," Merida added, "we'll never know. He might've crashed, been shot down, sucked into a debris storm. He wasn't that nice a guy Jess but nobody deserves that."

"No," Jessamy answered quietly, "they don't."

. . .

With the pilot Newald's barely airworthy Merlin helicopter it had taken only a couple of hours to reach Gloucester from Devonport naval base. A squad of O'Brian's men, handpicked for the mission had set up a perimeter around the craft while he, Newald and a pair of heavily armed bodyguards walked into the cathedral.

Newald hadn't exaggerated about the ferocity of their air strike. Everywhere charred corpses twisted into parodies of the human form lay in piles of greasy ash on the overgrown lawn outside.

Jack Aubrey stared, fascinated. What would the aftermath of a strike by this so called ultimate weapon look like? Would there be bodies? Would the landscape be cratered, or melted to a flat sheet of glass? He felt himself getting hard just thinking about it.

The bunker entrance was easy to find though Newald himself had never set eyes on it. An immense dark marble slab sat lifted out of the flagstoned floor on four great hydraulic rams, each as thick as his thigh.

"That's it," said Newald.

Aubrey smiled wolfishly, "You were telling the truth. Wise. If I didn't need you to fly us back to Plymouth you'd have been shot."

Newald gulped. Not a day had passed that he hadn't regretted his decision to turn against Berwick Upon Tweed and everything it stood for. But the rewards had been almost worth it. Shelter, good food each day in the base's Wardroom, and different women sent to his quarters every night. Some came willingly ...

... but he preferred the ones that didn't.

"You two," Aubrey snapped at his bodyguards, "check the place for booby traps then load any ordnance and provisions onto the transport," he turned to Newald, "and you can help me search for this ... Soteria Lite, and see if we can't figure out how to use it."

. . .

"We could build a house here overlookin' the entire bay Mrs Beech-Hamnavoe," said Hamnavoe, trying to sound posh and sophisticated.

Jessamy looked up at her husband, "Stop calling me that. Why build a house? There's plenty of empty ones we could just move into."

They sat, snuggled close in each others' arms on a cliff somewhere near Mullion on the Lizard Peninsula. The sun sparkled on a calm blue sea and before them all of Mount's Bay stretched across the hazy horizon in the far distance.

Hamnavoe kissed the top of her blonde stubbled head, "I prefer to build ma own, lass, with ma own hands. A new start. But I think that you, ma wee darlin' should be entitled to whatever the hell ye want after savin' the entire fuckin' planet."

"As I remember we both had a part in that ... Major Banavie."

"Och. Have ye no' put sunblock on yer bonce today JB?"

"No," she answered, "but thanks for your concern. That's why I love you."

"And yer sweet tits is why I love you."

Jessamy punched him in the arm, "Git."

. . .

"TARGET ACQUIRED AND CO-ORDINATES LOCKED IN."

. . .

Jessamy poured herself some coffee from their flask and turned her attention to the view. There was much to be done back at the village and a few days camping was likely to be the only honeymoon they'd get. Besides, after six months away from her daughters Phoebe and Ada saving the world, she still had a lot of catching up to do as a mother.

"Ye were fuckin' insatiable last night lass," Hamnavoe observed.

"Cos I know we're going back today," Jessamy grinned. She'd lost track of how many times Hamnavoe had made her cum the previous night and guessed that she'd never grow bored of what he could accomplish with his tongue. Her knees ached from crouching on all fours while her new husband serviced her from behind and her nipples stung from where he'd nipped them between his teeth. But it had been amazing ...

A few yards behind them on the muddy track leading down to their clifftop picnic spot, one of Madron's pickups sat loaded up for the hour long drive back.

"Can ye see it from here lass?" Hamnavoe squinted at the coastline across on the western side of the bay.

"What, the village?" Jessamy thought for a moment, "uh, yeah ... that farthest bit is near Lamorna - Penzer Point. Then you've got Mousehole, Newlyn and Paul to the right of that and Penzance is the big flat area where the tsunami hit. Madron is just up the hill inland from that."

. . .

"Thank you Laura. Stand by to fire."

"STANDING BY, CAPTAIN AUBREY."

. . .

Hamnavoe waved as if his step daughters could possibly see him from a distance of some twenty miles across the vastness of the bay, "Hiya Phoebe and Ada - ye wee lassies. An' hiya to all the rest o' JB's smashin' family too."

"You're an arse!" Jessamy grinned.

. . .

"Fire!"

. . .

"Takes one tae know ..."

A painfully bright something bloomed in the middle of the distant coastline. An immense searing white fireball like a nuclear explosion, sending a blast wave of debris and boiling seawater erupting outward in a devastating sphere of destruction.

Seconds later they heard the sound. A dull crack like a lightning strike but amplified a million fold. The ground trembled. A ripple across the surface of the sea grew to become towering whitewater as the shockwave tore across the bay annihilating the tidal island of St Michael's Mount, fishing boats and every village within a five mile radius.

Even at this distance, the wind knocked Jessamy and Hamnavoe clean off their feet, flipped their old Toyota pickup onto its roof and blasted chunks of the granite clifftop away, leaving the air scented with a choking stench of ozone and burning sulphur.

"What the fuck?" Jessamy gasped as she crawled shakily to her feet.

Hamnavoe just stared, unable to find words.

As far as they could tell, what had been left of Penzance and the surrounding area for miles in every direction had been completely vapourised. Obliterated. No ruins, bodies or smoking crater.

Heamoor, Gulval, Newlyn and Mousehole were gone. The village of Madron, was simply ... gone.

Jessamy fell to her knees in the mud and screamed until she could scream no more.

COMING SOON - CHAPTER FOURTEEN: FALMOUTH