Starlight Gleaming Ch. 18

The sound of frisking flesh grew louder, punctuated by the slapping of my hips against her butt.

"Claim me then, dammit. Ohhh. Fill me... Ranji. Ahh! Show me... show me I'm yours."

Her free hand gripped the other side of the desk. I released her arm so I could grab her other shoulder for more thrusting power.

Her pussy was like molten lava, hot and tight and viscous. My hard shaft in her muscular sheath tingled with sensation. Tension in my balls coiled tighter and tighter.

Feeling my release immanent, I slammed into her, shoving into her tender, yielding, wet heat. Began firing jolts of semen into her heated core.

"Oh, gods!" Janetta arched her back, changing the angle to allow me just that bit more penetration into her innermost sanctum.

Obliging her, I ground against her, spraying more sperm into her belly.

"Yes!" she hissed. "That's it. Give it to me. I want it all. It's mine, you hear? Every single drop, Ranji! My choice to share or not. Mine."

Leaning over her, I loosened my grip on her shoulders. Brushed the hair from one side of her neck and kissed my way up to her jaw. "I love you, Janetta. I've marked you. You are mine."

She turned her face and we kissed, letting our tongues dance while my cock remained embedded within her pussy.

"For now, Ranji. I'm a Warrior. A Bitch Queen. I'm not like the others. I must be earned and claimed, over and over. Your sperm marks me, but it's also your tribute to me as your queen."

I kissed her again. "Fair enough, Warrior Bitch Queen. Do you feel better now?"

She laughed. "Won't know until I try to walk." She clenched her pussy around my shaft a couple of times. "You certainly made your presence known. Now let me up. Dinner's late and I'm hungry."

"Where do you think you're going, Janetta?" I began to move my hips.

"You're still hard? By all the gods, how do you do that?"

"I keep telling you, you're the most beautiful woman in the world, and just looking at you makes me hard for you."

"I have fucked for you, Ranji, and now I want to eat. If you're still raring to go, look at Cholan. She's flushed and hot and bothered from watching you pound into me." Turning to look at her E-man, she said, "You were worried about him last night, weren't you Cholan?"

The short woman nodded at us. "We all were, Captain."

"Get your pants off, Cholan. Show him how much you need him. Come on, Ranji. Get off me. She's your woman, too. You're hard so give it to her. Show her what she means to you." To emphasize her point, she pushed up against the desk, rising a few inches.

Cholan wasted no time shucking her shoes, socks, and trousers. Going over to the bed, she sat on the edge and spread her legs, holding them apart with her hands.

Since I had the access, I reached under Janetta and squeezed her breasts.

"Come on, Ranji," she grunted. "Get off! And give me your neckerchief."

"You're kidding. Fine. Here." Pulling out, I untied the neckerchief and handed it to her.

Already her gaping cavity began to close, squeezing out my semen. Snickering, she took the cloth and slid it down, covering her puffy, sodden pussy. With her other hand, she hiked up her panties and then her pants.

I swatted her butt, making sure I hit the other cheek. Kicking off my own shoes, socks, trousers, and weapon belt. I moved over to Cholan. Hit the release on my shoulder holster, tossing it onto the floor near my clothes. Holding myself at her glistening entrance, I said, "I'm sorry I made you worry. It wasn't intentional."

"I know that, Commander. You're my man and I love you." She reached down for my cock. "Please, I need you, too."

Janetta zipped into the bathroom, then returned, tossing a towel beside us. "Don't dawdle, Kandikan. Everyone else is going to eat slow because they want to share a meal with you. So don't take an hour oiling her notch. Hump and dump, just like you did for me!"

To emphasize her point, she swatted my own butt, then sauntered out, closing the door behind her.

I pushed into Cholan, working my way inside her slowly, yet firmly. Pulling back her own legs, spreading herself before me, she closed her eyes and whimpered. I wasn't quite all the way inside her, but when her cervix, I cupped her face and kissed her.

"Oh, goddess," she breathed. She released her legs, wrapping them around me. Thrusting slowly within her folds, we kissed again. When we broke apart, she panted. "You feel so good inside me. So big, so warm."

Despite Janetta's warning, for several minutes I moved within Cholan slowly, savoring the sensations. Her eyes full of emotion, she caressed whatever and wherever she could reach with her hands. Faces, arms, chest, back. Running her hands through my hair.

Probing within her slick walls, I nibbled along her jaw and neck between gentle kisses across her face and lips.

"You feel so delicious and tight, my lovely Island Girl."

Pushing firmer, she grinned and rocked her hips faster.

"It's so good," she moaned. "Stretching me, filling me."

"I love you, Cholan. I want you to come for me. Come for me and I will fill you up."

Her eyes widened, then scrunched up as I probed her firmly, using my thumb on her clit. Clutching at me, she bucked and writhed. "Oh, goddess!"

I gave her several probing thrusts into her pussy, feeling my knob rub against the gateway to her womb. She inhaled and cried out again, louder, her body shaking. I had to be careful or I could really hurt her. Then I felt her release, her sheath turning to liquid heat, her muscular flesh rippling along my entire length.

"That's it, Cholan. You are mine, Island Girl."

When the tremors faded, she looked at me. "Did you... did you come, sir?"

"Not yet."

"Please come inside me?"

"We can stop now, Cholan."

She looked stricken. "Don't you want to? Didn't I fuck right?"

Mentally, I kicked myself. I knew better.

"You're right. You are my woman. I need to mark you, too."

Pulling her legs up, I put them together to give her more depth. Now I could shove my full length into her without bruising her insides. Hands on her shoulders, I thrust harder, faster. Letting my balls slap against her butt.

"Oh, sweet. Jade. Goddess!" She arched as I pounded my shaft into her center.

"Fuck for me, Cholan," I promised. "I'm going to make your pussy drip with my seed."

Before she registered my words, I jerked out, rolled her over and slapped both of her round butt cheeks. Grabbing her hair with one hand, I pushed her down onto the mattress. Lined up with her swollen, dripping crevice and slammed into her.

My hands on her shoulders, forcing her down, I pulled back and shoved into her again. Cholan screamed into the comforter. My cock speared into her core in a rapid staccato.

"Whose neckerchief are you wearing?"

"Yours, sir!" came her muffled yell. Then she moaned.

"Whose woman are you?"

I focused on my need to come inside her, and how good she felt, her hot, slick pussy wrapped around my cock.

"Yours!" And she came again, her core clenching and releasing along the entire length of my shaft.

I felt my balls drawing up. Having just ejaculated, I knew there wouldn't be much, and it would probably pinch a bit when I did reach release.

"You want my seed?"

I pounded harder into her. Each thrust shoved her into the mattress. I pulled her hair until her head lifted.

"Please, give it to me," she gasped as her body quivered.

At last I felt the tightness rising in my balls. "Here it is, Cholan. Take it!"

Shoving into her, I worked from side to side as I coated her insides with whatever remained in my balls. It did pinch. Seeing, hearing, and feeling her pleasure made it all worthwhile.

Cholan inhaled and screamed into the comforter again. And I felt her pussy convulse again, milking me, making sure I truly gave her all I had.

Releasing her hair, I leaned over her and nuzzled her cheek. Kissed gently along her neck as she trembled, my erection rapidly fading within her tight grip.

"Thank you, my beautiful Island Girl," I murmured. "You feel so good. I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"No, sir," she sighed. "I had a good time." She turned her face to me, and I kissed her gently. As we continued to kiss, I slipped out.

"Anyone asks, you fuck just fine."

She made a pleased noise, her face happy.

"You're my woman, Cholan Yakalme. I love you."

"I love you, too, sir." She gasped, shivering again.

Reaching for the towel, I pulled out and held it against her puffy, gaping vulva oozing with our juices. While her hand slipped down to hold it, I rolled her over, causing her to yelp. Scooping her up, I carried her into the bathroom.

"A quick rinse for both of us," I explained, setting her down on the edge of the tub.

Nodding, she gave a quick wipe and tossed the towel before unbuttoning her shirt. I did the same. Entering the shower stall, I picked up the detachable shower head. Turned on the water while she grabbed the soap. Once it was warm, I hosed it over her pussy, letting the water run. She grinned as she lathered up her crotch. Handing over the soap, I kissed her, and she giggled as I rinsed her thoroughly, running my hands and the water through her lower lips. A kiss and she stepped out. Grabbing a fresh towel, she dried her legs and left. A quick lather and rinse for me, and I matched her. When I re-entered the bedroom, her trousers already on, she collected her shoes and socks.

I went to the dresser and found a fresh pair of underwear and socks as well as another neckerchief. Getting to her feet, she walked to the door a little gingerly.

"You okay, Cholan?"

Pausing, she turned, smiling warmly. "Still feel you hammering my insides. I'm glad I was able to please my man. Thank you, Commander." Cholan blew me a kiss and left.

Once I was dressed again, I headed downstairs.

At the table, the other women in my life smirked at my arrival.

"There he is," Janetta said, lifting her fork for another bite. "Nice of you to join us, Commander. Sisi was just telling everyone about the animals she and Mina saw with you and Mack."

I pulled out my chair and sat down. Ixma got up and started uncovering dishes to fill my plate. Cholan picked up her plate from the table, and moving behind Ixma, helped herself from serving dishes on the counter.

Ixma handed me my plate, and she and Cholan sat down. Hungry, I began demolishing my fare.

"Mina liked the seals and the dolphins best of all," Sisi offered. "I liked them, too."

"I see that," Janetta replied. "Those are nice sweatshirts you're both wearing. Did you get them at the aquarium?"

"Tenant bought them for us. This is a dolphin. Mina has a seal. Tenant shared fish sticks with us, too. Mina didn't like the fish, but she ate a lot of wedgies. I ate four fish sticks and all my lunch, too!"

Zinja cleared her throat. "Mina is young yet. She can try fish again another time."

Sisi nodded at Zinja's pronouncement.

Having finished her dinner, Mina munched her cookie. Indeed, the only ones still eating were Janetta, Cholan, and myself.

Janetta took a drink, then looked at Mack. "The Commander tells me you want to work as a guard with us. Tell me why we should take you on, Sergeant."

"He brought me and the other women back. Saved a lot of us. Ever since I arrived, I've been hearing about the Commander and the things he's doing. The Unit Protection Order. The bus program. He even arrested an officer for forcing another officer to have sex, and stood up to the Base Commandant. I realized he was going to attract a lot of enemies and that he would need help protecting his family."

"Sergeant Sowitwee is his Aide. There are also other Air Security acting as guards to protect us. Why should we try you?"

"I'm offering my services as a full-time personal guard. A personal guard, someone trained to fight to protect your home would seem to be prudent."

Janetta nodded slowly. "I am the Lady and Mistress of this household. There are five of us who share his bed. I want to make it clear I will not tolerate a sixth woman fucking Commander Kandikan."

Mack bowed her head. "If I have offended you, Captain, I sincerely apologize. I only seek to serve and help protect a man I have come to admire. I assure you, Lady Tlacotli, between work and my son, I have no time for anything else."

Janetta studied her for a several seconds, then looked at me. "If the Commander approves of you, you have my permission to be here, Sergeant."

"Thank you, Captain."

Turning to Zinja and Ixma, she switched to Nahuatl. "Ranji has had me and Cholan. Later tonight, which of you two would like him next?"

Mack flushed.

"I think you over-estimate my powers of recovery," I said.

Realizing Mack understood what was being said, Ixma flushed as well. Janetta looked at Mack as she continued speaking Nahuatl. "Right now, his seed is draining out of my pussy, soaking the neckerchief he wore around his neck today. Right after that, he filled Cholan's pussy. The commander is a real man, virile and potent."

Licking her lips, Ixma briefly fanned herself before draining her glass of water and studiously refilling it.

Mack did not look up, darkening further.

Speaking Queschuan, the captain remarked, "Obviously you speak Nahuatl. That's useful. Where are you from, Sergeant. Who are your people?"

"I'm Yucatec Mayan," Mack answered her. "I grew up in Solerti."

"I've heard of it. They have a lot of casinos, like Tohingo."

"What are casinos?" Sisi asked her mother.

"A place to gamble," Zinja answered. "I'll talk to you about gambling later."

I pushed my plate away and stood. "Thank you for the meal. Mack, we should get you back to your son."

Mack rose to her feet. Keeping her eyes down, she gave a quick bow toward Janetta before moving past to me to wait.

"Can I go, Tenant?" Sisi asked.

Zinja shook her head. "No, it's too late. It'll be your bedtime soon."

"What about story time?" she persisted.

"No. You already spent all day with your Tenant."

"No story?"

Zinja pursed her lips. "Tell you what. I will share a story my mother told me when I was your age."

"Okay, Mama Zinja. Will you kiss us good night when you get home, Tenant?"

"You bet I will," I told her.

Then Sisi got up and gave Mack a hug. "That's for you and for Tambo."

"Thank you, Sisi," Mack said, obviously touched.

Sisi ran back to her chair and bit into her second cookie.

I went around the table, delivering kisses to my daughters, Janetta, Calia, and each of Janetta's flight crew. I noticed Calia still looked worn, and the others were tired from the previous night's late night.

"Going there and straight back, Ranji?" Janetta asked.

"Mack's sleeping in the hospital with her son. You've seen what the hospital has, and I doubt the clinic is any better. She needs a good blanket to help keep her son warm, so we're going by the Commissary first."

Opening the door, Mack and I went out into the gusty, rainy night. The other cruiser wasn't there, but mine was parked next to the one assigned to the troopers in my home.

Thank you, Chita.

Once we got into the vehicle, I turned us around.

"You don't need to get us anything, Commander. You've done so much already."

"I know that," I answered. "I have a few other things to get, too. I want you to pick out a blanket for you, and a smaller comforter for Tambo. I'm paying for it, and no arguments about it. Once you and your son are out of the hospital, the nights can still get cool, and Tambo needs to avoid chills. Don't skimp on either one, Mack. Get good quality blankets. Make sure they are pre-washed. Also, get one of those milk expression machines, and a few bottles. I know enough to know that if you don't empty your breasts, it's painful."

"Thank you, sir. For everything," she said, her voice hitching. Then she started bawling.

She cried most of the way to the Commissary and I let her. When we pulled into the parking lot, she was already winding down.

"Better?"

"Yes, sir," she sniffed. "I'm sorry I lost it. It's all been so much. I heard my son's death sentence tonight, and then you stepped in and now I have hope. I... I hate Tambo's father, but I love my son more than I believed possible."

"Kids will do that to you," I replied. "Is his father still here?"

"I heard he died at the recent fight at the temple of Huizilopochtli."

There was nothing I could say about it, so I didn't comment. She'd said it all.

We went into the Commissary. Once we were inside the brightly lit shopping aisles, I asked her, "What are you getting, Mack?"

"A blanket, pillow, and a baby comforter. A milk expressing machine and bottles to store the milk, sir."

"Terrific. Remember, get pre-washed. I'll meet you by the cash register."

While she shopped, I picked up six chocolate samplers. The sixth was for Sowitwee and Nariya to share. And two mini samplers with four pieces each for my daughters. I also drew out a hundred credits in twenty notes.

As I paid for everything, I asked Mack, "How many women living in the home with you?"

"Fifteen other women, Commander. We're crowded, but making do."

Selecting the order pad, I looked at the machine and the pack of milk bottles, and wrote out an order for fifteen more, writing out the delivery address for Mack's home.

While the cashier tallied the costs, I asked Mack, "Have you received your phone and equipment yet?"

"My phone only," she answered, eyes widening as the total displayed the items and their costs and she realized what I'd done. "I'm supposed to get more equipment over the next couple of days."

"Good. When Tambo is ready to be discharged, you call Dispatch for a pickup. I'll notify your Shift Commander. Someone from Air Security will come and pick both of you up from the clinic. I do not want you trying to walk home with him in this wet weather. He'll catch a cold and it could kill him."

Lips trembling, she just nodded.

We carried our packages out to the cruiser. Then I drove us to the clinic. Escorted her inside. Wrote down my phone number and Chita's on a piece of paper. Then handed it to her with a twenty-credit note.

Before she could protest, I said, "I'm sure you haven't been paid yet. It's for food, Sergeant. You aren't a patient and you need to eat. Try to stay away from the vending machines. They're almost as awful as Ground Service MREs."

A snort of laughter, and then she suddenly hugged me. Realizing what she'd done, she started to pull away but I grabbed her arm, drawing her back in for another hug. "You are part of the 602, Mack. I take care of my people. Llam nuqam."

"Yes, sir," she sniffed.

A nurse had arrived, waiting to show her to where Tambo's room was, so we broke apart.

"When will you make your decision about me, Commander?"

"I'll talk with your Shift Commander and let you know. At this point, I am inclined to say yes, but I want you to stay in uniform. We have a lot of green recruits coming in and we badly need experienced security troopers, Mack. I'll review your personnel jacket and we'll talk again. In the meantime, you are on emergency leave to take care of your son. I expect you to make daily reports to your duty officer about your son. You stay with your son until the doctor says it's safe to take him home. Remember. You call for a ride home when Tambo is ready to be discharged."

She clutched her things. The nurse picked up the larger blanket and pillow, leading her away.

Home once again, I grabbed the boxes of chocolates and the spare rain slicker. It was quiet in the home. The guards had gone off duty, and being tired out, everyone else had retired.

I hung up my slicker as well as the new one in the front closet. Seemed it was more useful having them there, available for anyone to use. Maybe one or three more would be in order.