Starlight Gleaming Ch. 14

Grunting and gasping, Zinja's hands moved down, running through my hair, gripping me tight when I circled the hard nubbin at the top of her mound. Moving her hips, she ground against my face, mumbling her pleasure. I couldn't quite make out her words. Maybe, "Shano kye. Shano kye 'nam owa." Possibly something in her native Oexacan.

For long minutes I devoted myself to exploring her fragrant, slick womanhood. Small cries escaped and her breathing deepened. Licking up all she gave me, Zinja opened her legs still wider, losing herself in the sensations emanating from her dripping crevice.

Zooming in on her fat, erect clit, I flicked it with my tongue. She arched her back, groaning, pressing her mound to increase the contact. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair as I began sucking and humming around her erect nubbin. With a grunt, she partially lifted up, suddenly gasping out. Then her floodgates opened, and I moved down, felt the pulsing of her fat labia about my face as I drank at her fountain. Bucking and shivering, she let me at her wet core for a few moments, then shoved me away. She rolled onto her side, her hands protecting her over-sensitive, throbbing center as if trying to contain the overwhelming vibrations wracking her body.

Cholan chuckled. "That was so hot. I'm leaking again, just from watching what you did to her. You made her come good, Lieutenant. I could tell!"

Getting up, I wiped my face on my arm, and went to stand by Zinja's face. I pulled her into my embrace. As she came into my arms, meeting her open lips, I kissed her gently, lovingly.

Zinja snickered then. "So that's what we taste like."

"We?"

"Yeah. You did Cholan, then you did me, so both of us are all over your face." Her hand reached down, slipping her hand into my underwear. "Mmm. So nice and hard."

"I told you before, Farm Girl. I have no trouble getting hard for you."

She gave me an emotional smile. "By all the gods, what you do to me, Lieutenant! You almost make me wish I really was your farm girl, taking your seed poke."

Caressing her face, I just kissed her again.

She squeezed my cock and gave me sultry look. "I so want to feel you inside me, riding me hard and giving me your hot, salty cream. But I don't think my shoulder can take the bouncing. Come on. Lay beside me. Let me have my turn."

I pushed down my underwear and moved onto the bed. Zinja shifted, then grinned as she looked at me, her mouth closing around my swollen shaft, drawing me deep. I gave her an appreciative groan. As she kissed and licked, I tensed, savoring the sweet, electric sensations she delivered.

Like she had done when responding to my mouth on her pussy, I in turn moved my hips, lifting higher as the pleasure grew. Warm, wet heat encompassed my length, then eased off. Her talented tongue flicked under the fat crown while she sucked.

"Oh, Zinja," I murmured, closing my eyes. She wanted to do this for me, and I wanted to lose myself in her loving attention. Leisurely she moved from crown to base, licking and nibbling gently. Inhaling me at the top. My hands drifted down, caressing her thick hair. "My sweet, sweet Farm Girl, that feels positively wonderful."

Then I felt another set of hands on my chest. Opening my eyes, I saw Cholan standing next to the bed, her gown open. Taking my closest hand, her eyes locked on mine, Cholan lifted it around and under her gown. I squeezed her ample butt cheek, and smiled, closing her eyes. Then I saw Janetta getting up. I tensed as she limped over with an odd, painful gait, moving to the other side of the bed. I didn't relax until she pulled up a chair to sit on. Leaning close, Janetta took my free hand, holding it against her breast.

"Should you be sitting up?" I asked, worried.

"Hurts like a solid bitch ... but I need to do this. Too horny to lay down. As much as they tried to keep quiet, you drove them both crazy with what you did. I'm glad, because they needed it. And those two rabbits over there, huffing away like a pair of bellows. I love you, Ranji Kandikan. If I could, I'd bend over and let you open me wide and hammer away at my insides, and I know I'd come hard for you. We are your women, Ranji, and we love you."

"You are number one," I assured her.

"And don't you forget it. Now show us, Ranji. Show us you appreciate what we have to offer. Come for Zinja."

Zinja sucked harder, her tongue bathing the head, flicking under the crown. Intense sensation flared!

"Yes, my queen," I gasped, feeling legs stretch as muscles tightened. "Zinja! Hunh!" My hand gripped her hair.

Cholan leaned over and kissed me while Zinja devoted herself to my cock. Her tongue was seemingly everywhere. I stopped my slow thrusting into her mouth, lifting my hips slowly off the bed, my breath slowing.

"Tell her when you're close, Ranji."

Her soft tongue flicked rapidly, bringing me closer and closer.

I felt the tightening in my balls, the pressure swiftly rising. Grunting out the words, "Almost .. there ..."

Janetta leaned next to my ear, her hot breath searing me. Her tongue traced my ear lobe. "Come, Ranji. For all of us."

With a yell, my shaft swelled and then began pulsing. Zinja lifted her mouth away, her hand frisking my length, and a long ribbon shot up my belly, splattering my chest. Then she inhaled me again while I bucked into her mouth, spurting out yet more semen. Moaning as her wet tongue made love to my entire length, swallowing every few seconds. While I throbbed and spurted, Janetta scooped up some of the pearlescent ejaculate from my chest, smearing it onto her breasts. Cholan did likewise, rubbing it onto her bandages, then followed it up by licking off the line down to my belly. Zinja put her hand at my belly button, shaking her head. Releasing my cock from her mouth, she told Cholan, "That's mine."

I just laid there, my cock twitching in Zinja's hand. She inhaled me for a final cleanup.

Cholan grinned. "Thank you, Captain."

"I take care of my people," Janetta said quietly.

There was a muffled grunt, and Nariya cried out, her face buried in her pillow. Glancing at them briefly, we smiled at their own completion.

"Cholan's more than that," I told Janetta. "She's your family, just like Zinja and Ixma. Like it or not, we are all a family, Janetta."

"You are such a shitload of complication, Ranji Kandikan." Janetta shook her head.

"It's true, though," I insisted. "We are a family."

"Yes. Yes, we are," she admitted. "I'm not sure how the kids fit into it, but even them. Are you done, Zinja?"

Cholan leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, brushed back my hair, and returned to her bed. Zinja crawled up beside me, giving me a salty, cummy kiss. "His pipes are clean, sir. And thank you, Lieutenant, for letting me do that for you. I must admit, I enjoyed that a lot more than I expected to."

"Any time, Zinja."

Zinja snickered. "I bet, sir."

"Come on, Ranji. Help me up and back to bed. It's time we all went to sleep."

I pulled up my underwear and scooped up Janetta, carrying her to her bed. She was hurting so bad she didn't even object.

One thing about all the flowers in the room. It quickly overwhelmed the smell of sex. I settled in behind Janetta.

The marines came back, and a night nurse checked in. I did a last check on my watch alarm, and with my arms around my proud warrior, I drifted off.

* * * * *

Morning arrived too soon. I was stiff and sore, and cramped against the guardrail again. I was cold, but at least with the underwear and shirt, I wasn't as chilled as I had been the previous morning. I did my best to crawl over Janetta without putting my weight on her.

I guess the marine field corporal felt sorry for me. He reached over and gave me a hand over her.

"Thanks," I muttered.

He just nodded.

After I pulled on my trousers, I buckled on my holster.

The corporal asked, "Lieutenant, I see you and the Captain both carry Wampag Talons. The Talons aren't standard issue. Why aren't you carrying a Peacemaker or a Caiman?"

"I have a Chon .44 in my satchel," I explained. "The Talons work against draconians, Corporal. Penetrates their body shields. And draconians have made more than one attempt on my family. Sabotaged the captain's aircraft and then tried to kill her in person. Sergeant Cholan was injured by another one. All of them are dead, and we're still standing. It's been the Talons that have taken them down."

The corporal blinked. "Draconians, sir? Then the Chon .44 I'm wearing ..?"

"With their personal shields? At best, it's a love tap. If you can, at least one of you should switch out with a Talon. The slug throwers can deflect them, spoil their weapon aim, but that's it. That's why I made sure she has a Talon here to defend herself."

The other two marines listened intently, exchanging glances.

"Just how likely do you think it is that they will make another attack on the Captain, sir?"

I shrugged. "I have no idea. I know of six that have died in the past week, and I can't imagine the camouflage and shield generators are all that common. But, I would rather have you marines around than take a chance on them getting hurt again. They are my family, and I will do whatever is necessary to protect them."

"Understood, sir. I will pass along the weapon recommendation to my officer."

The morning nurse came in and checked on the women. Nariya was scheduled for another treatment after breakfast. Zinja, who was awake, was given a pain reliever.

Janetta, who was also somewhat awake, refused it. "It just makes me loopy without touching the pain. I still hurt." The nurse said she would inquire with the doctor, then informed Janetta that she had another nano-treatment to attend. Bringing in a wheelchair, the nurse loaded her up. The field corporal went with them.

Calia, Ixma, Anton, and the girls arrived shortly afterward, bearing food. The girls visited Nariya and Cholan before settling in with Zinja. Soon the room was filled with sounds eating. Again, breakfast was left for Janetta and enough for lunch as well. Anton collected the bag of dirty dishes and set down an empty one.

I waited as long as I could for Janetta to return, but then I had to leave.

Collecting Sowitwee, we headed out to the ChoCac and returned to the hangar.

Once there, I showered first, then dressed in a clean uniform while Sowitwee took his turn under the water. Ixma kept the girls occupied with a story while Calia washed dirty dishes. Anton collected dirty laundry. I shaved and got dressed for the day.

I interrupted Calia's cleaning, turning her around. She wiped her hands on her apron, then smiled as she slipped her arms around me. I gave her a nice, solid kiss to which she sighed and responded with ardor.

"I've got to go. Thank you for all you've done, Calia. Helping here with my daughters. For everything."

"They are your family, my beloved. As I am. If you love them, then how could I not care for and love them as well?"

"Gods above, Calia. I was truly blessed the day you came into my life."

She grinned impishly. "Yes, that's true. And I am so happy that you realize that."

"You, Janetta, Ixma, Zinja, Cholan, and my daughters. Trust me," I assured her. "I know how lucky I am."

She pushed me away. "Go, say goodbye to Ixma and your girls. Let them know what you told me. They need to hear it, too."

I bowed. "Yes, ma'am."

I went over and sat next to Ixma. She paused in her reading to look at me.

"Sorry to interrupt. I have to go to work, and need to say goodbye before I go." I slipped my arm around Ixma, giving her a squeeze.

She tilted up her head, so I gave her a kiss.

"Thank you, Little Mama, for being a part of my life. Please have a good day."

"Take care, sir. Safe flight and safe return. Come on, girls. Say goodbye to your Daddy."

Sisi and Mina got up and came over for a hug. "Bye, 'Tenant," Sisi said. Mina gave me a peck on the cheek.

"What happened to 'Tenant Daddy?" I asked Sisi.

"Zinja says you're 'Tenant. Mama Zinja is Ixma's mama."

"Ah. I see your logic is impossible to refute," I told her. "I am outranked. 'Tenant it is. Oh, by the way, Ixma. I heard something last night and wondered if you would translate it for me."

"If I can," she replied. "What was it?"

"The phrase was, Shano kye 'nam owa."

Ixma turned bright red, looking away.

"So what does it mean?" I asked her.

Barely able to look me in the eye, she said, "You must have worked up Mama really good to have her say something like that."

"And? What does it mean?" I prodded.

She blushed even darker. "Shano kye means 'breed me'. 'Nam is 'to grow' and owa means 'boy', so that's farm boy."

I blinked. "Really? Do tell."

Ixma cleared her throat as she blushed even darker. "Now, where were we in the story, girls? Here it is. T'uul the Rabbit spoke to the hen, saying she was so pretty, praising her form and the sheen of her lustrous feathers ..."

Wow, I thought. Zinja, my farm girl, called me her farm boy. I had to admit, that was pretty hot.

I checked on Doyya, who slept the whole time. I made sure the safety was on, but that her replacement Talon was close at hand. I also confirmed that her spare clips were full and close by.

Calia came up behind me. "She was up, off and on, throughout the night, restless and achy. I worked her muscles and then she took a long, hot shower. Massage to keep the blood flowing to her injured tissues. She's recovering, but she will need more attention for her body to bounce back from such an injury. The Nu-Skin patches have healed the outside, but there is still damage inside that needs repair. Mentally, though, she's fine. Doyya read a couple of stories to the girls yesterday afternoon, doing voices and everything. She's a natural with children. I like her."

"So do I. Do you want Corporal Sowitwee here to help with things?"

"No. We have things under control."

"I'll be back about dinner time so we can go take a look at potential homes. Make sure the girls get some dinner or at least a good snack before I pick all of you up."

Making shooing motions, she said, "We will. Now go. You're going to be late.'

Collecting Sowitwee, I hopped into Janetta's HueCac and headed to work.

* * * * *

Work went fast. The morning hours were spent in meetings about transportation: vehicle acquisition and maintenance, bus arrival times, possible routes to work sites were debated, drivers and shift coverage discussed, and the like. It would take a few more days to hash out the details, but the bulk of the work was done. Commander Barankoshto authorized a platoon of drivers and a half-dozen buses for use and authorization to request more if needed. Captain Xotochan arranged for a squad of workers to process the necessary paperwork – fuel requisitions, maintenance schedules, and some extra drivers to go with the two buses that the captain authorized for our use from the Air Service Motor Pool.

Then he surprised me by transferring the staff of ten workers to me full time. "I don't want or need the extra paperwork. It's your baby, Kandikan. You take care of it."

Like that, seven privates, two field corporals, and one corporal became part of the 945th. I made sure Chita knew about the transfers. She said she'd get the list of names from Sergeant Mit'an.

Sergeant Chita got a call just before lunch time, and I sent Corporal Trank and Private Hodan to pick up Corporal Meba from the Naval hospital. Still battered and bruised, she looked pretty worn out when she arrived. I would have sent her home, but she wanted to hear about the bus program, and surprised me by wanting to become a driver.

"All right," I told her. "If that's what you want, I'll put in a request for your transfer. I think they are still getting organized, but I'm sure there will be room for you. I'll talk to Captain Xotochan. In the meantime, until your ribs are healed enough for you to be cleared for regular duty, talk to Sergeant Chita about where you can best help. No lifting until you are cleared in writing by a physician, not a medico. I mean it. In the meantime, go hit the break room and relax, Corporal. Take half an hour."

"Thank you, sir." Meba gave a salute, then winced.

I returned her salute. "Dismissed."

After she left, Chita looked at me. "Keep an eye on her," I told her. "And I want regular updates on Rilli."

"I heard that a certain officer paid for marines to guard them at the hospital." She looked at me expectantly.

"Captain Tonca from Air Security was trying to intimidate Corporal Meba, and I did not want either one of them to be further injured or to have a fatal accident."

She stared at me.

"What?" I asked her.

Then she smiled. "Llam nuqan, Lieutenant. We work together. I think that should be our unit motto."

I laughed, suddenly pleased. "Very good, Sergeant. Make it so."

* * * * *

At lunch, I met with Second Sergeant Gerlotsl. I fed him and he provided me with a list of available homes. For a processing fee, pass codes for the locks were given. I set up a schedule with him to visit the two nearest the airfield that very evening, and a tentative plan to visit the other three the next day. Like dogs yapping at my heels, I felt the need for a new home grow more urgent every day. Once the fees were paid, I received electronic profiles on the homes as well.

I passed the profile information to both Third Sergeant Neela at Building Safety and First Sergeant Kitam of the Mobile Engineers.

After making arrangements to meet them at the first house after the dinner hour, I worked with Matiwatli and his team on reviewing the safety inspections for our building. By quitting time, the repairs were ordered for the building and emergency supplies began being placed into the shelter. The wiring and the back-up generators still needed upgrading to code, but I was pleased with the progress. There were almost two hundred more emergency shelters to review. Matiwatli's team had a lot of work yet to do.

The last thing I did was check my finances. The influx of credits proved to be substantial. Over four hundred and fifty thousand added to my account, coming from a Seven Nations bank from something called Phoenix Fund – whatever a phoenix was – and which was now apparently a closed account.

Was this from Melannee? It was a presumption if so, but I had no way of knowing for sure. In any case, it was an enormous amount of money.

Making a decision, I transferred fifty thousand credits to Janetta's account, and twenty-five thousand each to Zinja, Ixma, and Cholan, effective in ten days, which would coincide with payday. I smiled to myself, imagining their faces when they got their paystub. It took a bit, but I also set up trust funds for Sisi and Mina, giving them each ten thousand credits. Within half an hour, the notarized digital documents came back from the bank, with their mothers and myself as Trustees. Then I checked on Calia's account. She had just over seven hundred credits, so I transferred twenty-five thousand to her, effective immediately.

Then, as I thought about it, I transferred two thousand credits to Lieutenant Terapan, the marine officer. He hadn't been able to find anything for me to follow up on, but nonetheless, his efforts had been valuable. His notifying me about the men in his custody certainly qualified. I sent him an email explaining that he deserved a partial reward and thanked him again for his efforts.

Corporal Sowitwee came to mind next. I remembered he was still paying off Nariya's indenture. When she was injured, it had added almost fifteen years to her contract to cover the medical expenses from the assault that deprived her of her voice.

I opened his personnel jacket, and found the contact information. I sent the inquiry and within an hour, I had the payoff amount. I set it up so that the payment would process only with a notarized completion of contract. One might think this was more meddling with my aide, but Sowitwee had said he wanted to a chance to help and to stay with me. Having that debt out there was leverage for someone unscrupulous. I actually couldn't afford not to deal with it. I could transfer him, but I believed his declarations were honest. He had looked at death that day and Commander Orchid, the Hand of the Emperor, had pulled him from the precipice.