Starlight Gleaming Ch. 17

"Are you marking me?" she asked.

"Yes. Because you belong to me."

She groaned.

My fingers dipped down again, probing her cleft. Finding moisture, spreading it along her swelling lips. Then she gasped as they moved back up, to lightly stroke a wet finger along her hooded clit. Two fingers pushing into her growing wetness, to touch her inner walls while my thumb took over stimulating her throbbing pink button.

Feeling her wetness, touching her body while she rubbed her butt against me, I became fully erect.

"Ranji..."

I pushed her over and she widened her stance further. Running my crown along her wet lips to moisten the tip, I began pushing into her steamy center. Janetta cried out as I bucked and shoved until my shaft was fully engulfed by her velvet tunnel.

Leaning down until my belly was flush with her back, enjoying the sensations of my length being caressed by her tight, slick heat. Nuzzling her neck, I whispered, "So you want me to take you, do you?"

Janetta moaned. "Yes..."

"Because you're mine?" I kissed her neck.

"Yes."

Wrapping my arms around her to hold her close, I began short deep thrusts, opening her up, a slow withdrawal, then, a deliberate return to her innermost sanctum. She'd tense as I pulled back and arched her back, gasping as I filled her again.

Holding her close, I rode in and out of her heated, slick passage, pressing her down, trapping her beneath me. She sighed at the sensations and I echoed her.

Because we'd made love earlier, I was able to last longer, and when she urged me to thrust faster and harder, I lifted up and obliged her. Soon my shaft was driving into her depths, over and over, my hips slapped against her butt and my balls tapped her clit. Janetta arched and began a long, low growl. Fingers digging into the cushions, her voice rose and then I felt her core rippling along my length.

I continued hammering into her. I was enjoying myself and her reactions.

It didn't take long for her to start moaning again. This time, she panted out, "Give it to me, Ranji! Give it to me!"

The tension in my balls was already building, so I pressed on, moving both hands to her shoulders. Her juices soaked our thighs as I slammed into her yielding center. Stroke after stroke plunged into her, enveloped by her muscular walls, and I could feel myself edging closer to release.

"Almost there..." I gasped.

She started crying out with each thrust. Feeling myself edge over, I leaned over and pulled her to me, holding her while pushing deep into her center. My cock swelled and began spraying, coating her insides. Janetta shivered and her hands gripped my arms. Then I felt her tense before her walls began throbbing around me. I pressed harder into her, trying to get deeper as I emptied myself into her. Janetta moaned and shook.

For long moments we remained where we were, enjoying the intimacy.

I wiped the sweat off her brow, and kissed her cheek.

"That was really good, Ranji, but you pounded me pretty hard there. Oh, I forgot I was supposed to be submissive." She cleared her throat, and raising the pitch, said. "Oh, Lord Kandikan, my virgin pussy is full of your hot come--"

"Virgin pussy!"

She laughed, trying to keep it together. "Oh, goodness gracious! Whatever will I tell my parents?"

"Uh--"

"But I'm confused, Lord Kandikan."

"Uh, why are you confused?"

"If I didn't squirt, does that mean I won't get pregnant? And does having five pussies to poke mean you have a plethora of pussy?"

I moved my fingers to her ribs.

Her eyes big, she tried putting on a fierce face. "Ranji! Don't you dare--"

I tickled her.

Shrieking, she wriggled and pushed and we rolled off the arm of the couch, with me taking the brunt of the fall. Turning around, she tried tickling me back, which was fairly successful.

Laughing, I grabbed one arm and then the other.

Breathing hard, she smirked at me. "What are you going to do now? I can't tickle you, but you can't tickle me... What are you doing?"

I moved my head down and inhaling, put my mouth down on her belly and blew noisily.

Hysterical laughter, and then I blew again.

"Nooo! Ha ha ha hah! Stop, please! Oh, I can't ... ha ha ha! Ranji, stop!"

Wriggling about, she managed to roll me off, and down went the flat of her hand on my butt.

Crack!

"Ow!" I looked at her, then narrowed my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit so hard..." Her eyes grew wider. "Ranji, what do you think you're going to do?"

As I got up, she backed away.

"That's going to cost you, Janetta."

"Uh, cost me what?"

"Five more belly bubbles."

The last thing I saw was her tight, bare butt as she fled.

Naturally, I chased her in pursuit.

Into our bedroom, she leapt onto the bed, dodged around, feinted and pushed me onto the mattress and jumped over me. A tumble and she ran out.

Across the hall into Zinja's room. She yanked out the couch and got behind it. "No tickling!" she declared. "I mean it, Ranji."

"Too late!"

Pushing it at me, she dodged my grab, and yanked open the door to Ixma and the girls' room, and continued out the second door into the hallway. She saw me come back out the door I'd entered from, and she did an about face, dashing back down the hall.

Giggling and telling me no, she ran downstairs and I chased after her.

Into the living room, we circled the couch two or three times.

Standing up, she put her hands on her hips, and said, "Come on, no tickling, Ranji--"

I made a grab for her and she yelped, and jumped onto the cushion and leaped over. I tackled her, lost her, then snagged her foot. And because her other foot was kicking, I grabbed it, too, and twisted her over onto her belly. Using my weight, I moved over her.

Laughing, she begged me, "Please don't tickle me, please don't."

Actually, if anything, I was erect and ready to go again.

Pinning her down while she laughed, I lined myself up and pushed back into her.

Laughter suddenly turned into a sharp cry, followed by moans as I began firmly thrusting into her. For long minutes, she lay there and made noises while I grunted as I worked, stirring and probing her core with my hard shaft.

My arms planted on each side of her shoulders, I leaned down, telling her, "Your pussy feels heavenly, Janetta. Tight and smooth, like the finest silk."

"Oh, gods."

"I'm going to fill you up again. Do you want that?"

"Yes."

"Tell me so."

"Fuck me, Ranji. I want you to fill me with your seed."

I pumped harder and faster. I could feel myself getting close. After coming twice earlier in so short a time, it wasn't going to be much, and my balls might even pinch a bit. But I loved her and wanted her. Wanted and maybe even needed to give her all I had.

"Come on, give it to me," she urged.

A few more strokes, and there it was. I closed my eyes as I pushed hard into her, grunting as I felt the twinge of discomfort from empty balls trying to squeeze out a few extra drops.

"I love you, Janetta."

She turned to kiss me and I enjoyed that. Slow, deliberate, and affectionate.

"Ranji, we messed up. This is the floor, not the arm of the couch."

"Oh, well, I guess we better try again."

"Not right now," she hastened to add. "I'm getting quite sore."

Getting off her, I helped her up. Then, to her surprise, scooped her into my arms and headed for the stairs.

"I feel like the booty for the conquering hero."

"Only if you want to be. I'm happy with having properly pleasured my woman, and asking if she wants a short bath or shower, or whether it's straight to bed?"

"Clean up in the morning. Your properly pleasured woman is tired out."

Entering the bedroom, I pushed the door closed with my foot, and after pulling down the blankets, laid her down. "Computer, lights off." The room darkened.

I checked my watch for the alarm, then snuggled in behind her.

She tucked my arm around her chest and sighed. "I had a really good time tonight. All of it was good. I even liked being chased by you, and getting caught. I love you so much, Ranji Kandikan."

"I love you, too."

"Huh."

"What?"

"I was getting used to you being lower grade, and enjoyed the notion of having a Lieutenant for my lover."

"When you need it, I can put them back on."

"I just might ask you to do that later. But I'm okay with it as it is now. You are one superior officer I don't mind fucking."

"How about making love to?"

"That, too," she agreed.

* * * * *

It seemed like the alarm went off right after I got to sleep.

Janetta moaned and pulled the pillow over her head.

I got up and stretched, then pulled on shorts and a tee-shirt.

"What time is it?" she mumbled.

"Zero-five hundred."

"Why so early?"

"Going to use the gym and do some katas and stretching."

She pulled herself up. "Okay, I'd better do some, too."

Downstairs, the time quickly passed, and after a few Eagle and Jaguar katas, I stretched for flexibility while she did more advanced Eagle moves.

When we were done, we passed by Sowitwee and Nariya sitting at the table.

"Your uniforms are upstairs, sirs," he told us.

"Thank you."

At the top of the stairs, Janetta muttered, "I forgot she stayed up to do those. I hope they didn't see us in the living room."

"If they did, they didn't say anything, and I don't intend to ask."

"Me neither."

After that, it was a quick shower and we were dressed and back downstairs at zero-six hundred hours. Sowitwee surprised me by having his body armor on, and carrying the shotgun, along with his belt knife. With the green medico sleeves, it looked strange, but okay, too.

The four of us got into the ChoCac sedan and I opened the garage just as Doyya drove up in her HueCac, and Yalcamara and Stimmi pulled up in the Air Security cruiser, wearing Air Service uniforms.

Backing out, I hit the remote and the garage door closed.

Then we drove over to the Commissary for breakfast. I looked at all three of them, and complimented them on their appearances. Captain Doyya Lovyanchiti, Sublieutenant Yalcamara Tchanoonka, and Sergeant Stimmi Parletl. Then remembering, I took out four patches for the 602, and passed them over. Each of them attached their new unit patches and nodded at me.

To our surprise, we were joined by Jay and Pen for breakfast. Pen said he had things to wrap up, but would be at the office after lunch. All in all, we had a good breakfast.

Janetta and Nariya stayed, heading to the shopping section.

We headed out to the vehicles. Remembering, I retrieved our gear from the back of Doyya's cruiser, tossing them into my ChoCac, before climbing into Yalcamara's cruiser.

Stimmi drove and Sowitwee sat in front, while Yalcamara and I sat in back. Doyya led the way.

Ground Security had been proactive, and had a platform, podium, and microphone with speakers already hooked up for me when we arrived.

A sergeant ordered the men to attend, and Ground Service troopers made a sweep to clear the tents.

I introduced myself and my officers. Then I told them that in case they hadn't heard, that Commander Voyacherno had been arrested and had been taken off the base. Captain Tonca was dead and that the remaining officers were being detained until their loyalty to the Empire could be ascertained.

"Make no mistake," I assured them. "The selling of children to the draconians is at an end. And dealing with Atlanteans is also at an end. Your former CO violated his oath to the Emperor and to the Air Service, and he encouraged those under his command to act in a similarly traitorous fashion.

"Because of him, the 602 at this time has a dirty stain on its record. The Air Marshal has put me in charge here with the understanding that I clean house and put things to right. As the new CO, I intend to not only clean house, I intend to restore the regiment's honor. For those who choose to remain in Air Security, you should be prepared to work hard.

"It pains me to do so, but each of you will be examined by Ground Security under Truth Drugs. You will be asked three questions. Did you interact with draconians or with agents of Atlantis or Aesir-Veda? Did you participate in the assaults or murders? Are you willing to enforce the military codes of the Empire and Air Service and abide by legal orders, including the new base-wide Protection Order? Hopefully, we should get through here quickly."

I added that if any one of them had participated in the attacks on the women around the base, they had best let me know now, as the punishment would be less. As people had in some cases been injured, fitting punishments needed to be meted out. I also explained that the investigations into the murders and assaults would continue, and that if anyone tried to hide their guilt, they would be treated more severely.

"For those who participated in the murders, you'd best come forward now to avoid the death penalty. That's all."

I didn't like the next phase. It was putting those who were clean under a pall they didn't deserve. Yet I saw no way around it. I needed to make sure I got all the rats, and that was the only way that I saw forward.

Because the questions were simple and straight-forward, there was a queue to get it over with. And Ground Security assured me that doing it in small groups was acceptable, so the men were processed in groups of eight, with enough guards to keep watch.

Within an hour, we had over a hundred processed, with seven held for further examination. During the second hour, we had another hundred done, and another four prisoners. Twelve opted for transfers, which Doyya noted, and the rest gave their oaths.

It was sometime during the third hour that almost a score of men suddenly rushed the guards. The rest of us drew our weapons, but were not targeted. Ground Security and the Ground Service responded quickly and harshly to the attempted escape. Twenty-two men, with nineteen dead and three seriously wounded.

Once things calmed down, we resumed our screening. By noon we were done.

Sixteen prisoners slated for further interrogation, not including the three survivors on their way under guard to the Air Service clinic. Twenty one transfer requests.

What I noticed, too, was that the unit's strength was lower than I expected. I knew that there had been casualties the previous day, but even with that. But then I put it together.

"Notice anything about the Air Security membership, Doyya?"

Without batting an eye as she typed, she replied, "Almost entirely men."

"Find out the names of any who transferred out over the past year. See if any of them want to come back. Especially if they're still on base."

"I'll add it to my list, sir."

I grinned at her. "You do that."

Buses were summoned, and most of them were dropped off at their barracks, with the remainder to their homes. Orders were to return to work the next morning, for further instructions. Those who wanted transfers out were told to write up their requests first thing in the morning.

Once everyone was cut loose, Ground Service began breaking down the tents and cleaning up. I sent emails to General Rikoletsi and to Commander Barankoshto, thanking them for their assistance, and requested a meeting consult with Ground Security with an eye to integrating patrols, criminal investigations, and establishing base-wide emergency shelter inspections.

After lunch, we returned to the office, and Doyya worked for a bit, plotting out what the actual numbers of our regiment were versus what they should have been according to the Air Ministry. Yalcamara studied names and profiles for the unit she was going to be working with, while Stimmi moved out personal items from her new office and generally dusted and cleaned.

Unsurprisingly, patrol crews were the hardest hit, and none of the heavy weapons teams had survived the previous day's fight.

Lieutenant Killayana arrived shortly afterward, and after signaling Doyya to attend, we retired to my new office. He ran a scanner over the office, and actually found two listening devices, which he destroyed. One of them was hooked up to a recording device in the desk.

"Lovely," I commented.

"May I sit, sir?"

"Have a seat. I'm hoping we'll become friends and work closely together with Ground Security, so in private, you have my permission to call me by my first name."

"That's very generous of you," he said. After pulling up a chair, he proceeded to reveal their findings thus far.

Aside from the blackmail of several figures on base and a few at other sites, it was discovered there was another child trafficking ring, operated in conjunction with criminal elements in Capisco. Sometimes they snatched local children from poor families, and sometimes they raided the Eastern Islands for women slaves and children.

"Do you know anyone on the Capisco police force that you trust with that information?"

He said, "I do."

"Good. Get a copy to them as soon as possible. The criminals may have heard about Voyacherno, and then again, maybe not. Let's try and cultivate some goodwill."

I scanned through the book about the base commanding general. Hmm. Married, but has a male lover. After checking both sides, I ripped out those pages. "I'll deal with these. The rest, if they have a criminal element to them, we'll deal with it. Otherwise, let's get back to it in a couple of days. Are the Ground Security teams starting in on the officers yet?"

"They're waiting for you to observe."

My laptop was up, and I saw a notice from Zinja. "Excuse me a moment," I told them.

Opening the message, she informed they would be arriving just before dinner, ETA of sixteen-hundred-forty hours. Saw that they would need help getting all their luggage, and that she had included a notice to Janetta as well. I called Janetta to let her know about the arrival time, and I got back to work.

About fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door.

We paused, and looking through the glass, saw it was Sowitwee.

I said, "Enter."

"It's almost fourteen hundred hours. Are you wanting your lunch now, sirs, or shall it wait until you're done with your meeting?"

Doyya looked at him. "You got us food? Bring it in!"

He looked at me and I nodded. My stomach rumbled.

Stepping back, he carried in a tray with hot sandwiches, potato wedgies, various types of sauce dips in small cups, bottles of water and cahualt. He even sat a cup in front of Killayana, who accepted it.

Once he was done delivering the food, he closed the door behind him.

Killayana skipped the wedgies, but sniffed the sandwich and decided it was good enough to eat.

While we ate, he continued with his report. Apparently some six of the women in Voyacherno's household weren't servants but were wives of various officers across the base. Unfortunately, five of the women had become pregnant and four of those had been divorced in absentia by their husbands, and custody of any previous children had been granted to the husbands. I remembered Rilli's situation. I didn't know what I could do about their situations, but I intended to look into it. In the meantime, I authorized their stay in a shared cottage, and continued cash allotments so they'd have credits for food and necessities. The alternative was transportation back to their homes.

Bringing up the files on his own laptop, he showed me the faces of the husbands.

I recognized the one who hadn't repudiated his wife. Laroks. Now a sublieutenant, though when I'd seen him at the house where Sisi had lost her family, he'd been a full lieutenant.

"Laroks, I recall he has a daughter, too. Is the girl okay?"

Killayana scrolled down, then nodded. "The child is fine."

"Have you met him before?" I asked him.

"Once or twice. Seemed competent."

"I want him to be first on the exam."

"You know him?"

"Met him briefly once before. I got a good impression from him, so I want him to be first to have a chance to get in the clear."