Starlight Gleaming Ch. 18

Going to the kitchen I grabbed a beer from the fridge. Leaned against the counter and drank while mulling over the day's events. Putting the empty into the glass recycle-bin, I collected the boxes of chocolates and headed upstairs.

I glanced at the bottom of Cholan's door, but saw no light. Asleep, no doubt. Where I should be.

Carefully setting the boxes on the floor by the door, I quietly opened the door shared by Ixma, Calia, and my daughters. Padding over to the large bed, I saw both girls deeply asleep.

"Hello, Commander," Zinja said quietly.

I nearly jumped out of my shoes. I'd thought she was asleep, and was expecting Ixma, not her mother.

She snickered when I put my hand to my chest, my heart hammering.

"Hey, Farm Girl," I whispered.

I knelt by the bed and drew her in for a slow thorough kiss. Using a little bit of tongue and a lot more nuzzling and affection, she responded with gentle enthusiasm. Her arms went around me, and we shared several more. She sighed appreciatively while we touched foreheads together.

"How is it that you're here and Ixma's not?"

"My girl is hoping to spend some intimate time with you."

Shaking my head as I yawned, I then got out, "Your captain seems to think very highly of my prowess."

"You do all right, sir. If you're too tired, I'm sure my girl will be happy to sleep in your arms. I'll tell Sisi and Mina you blew them kisses when you got in."

"I'd better do that then." I blew one to each of my daughters. "Zinja, there's one thing I've been meaning to say for awhile."

"Oh?"

I caressed her face, then put my fingers into her hair. "Thank you so much for Sisi. Because you opened your heart to save a scared little girl, you and I are now connected as her parents for the rest our lives. Because of Sisi, we also have Mina and I have that same connection with your daughter, Ixma. No matter what happens, you will always remain a part of my family, Zinja. There were times when I was deep in those cold, ice-covered mountains that I hurt so bad that I thought about giving up. Janetta, you, my daughters, Ixma, Cholan, and Calia - all of you helped me hang on to life. You are a wonderful lover, Farm Girl. You are a great mother and a true friend."

She pulled me close and nearly hugged the stuffing out of me. Zinja whispered into my ear, "You've got that pretty lopsided, Lord Kandikan, and that's part of why I love you so much. You are the best man I know."

Another kiss, long and slow, savoring the contact of lips on lips, and inhaling the scent of each other. In the warm, close darkness were the pleased noises we made, the peaceful slumbering of two girls, and the faint pattering of rain against the bedroom window.

Then she patted me on the back. "Feel free to tuck me in anytime. Good night."

"It will be a pleasure," I murmured. "These are for you. The smaller boxes are for the girls, given at your discretion. Where's Calia?"

"Cholan got a cramp in her back while you were gone, so Calia massaged her, and then stayed to keep her company."

"I'll leave Calia's here, too, then."

I stood up and exited, closing the door quietly. Picking up the boxes of sweets, I crossed the hallway and quietly entered my bedroom. Treats onto my dresser. Pistol and shoulder holster to the upper shelf in the closet, followed by my weapon belt.

It was probably the jingling of the keys in my trousers that woke Janetta. "Ranji?"

"Yes, it's me."

I did my best to shed my clothing into a pile in front of my dresser. Moving to Janetta's side of the bed, I lifted the covers and moved my naked body close to her.

Her arms drew me in and we kissed. While our hands lazily explored each other, she sighed. "I suppose you're too tired to make love to Ixma tonight."

"If I had my choice, I'm have my way with you both," I assured her. "But yes, I'm really beat."

"Then climb over and move to the middle, Ranji. Give her some kisses and spoon her and I'll spoon you."

I moved. Both women shifted and then closed in. Ixma, who'd been quiet, faced me and whimpered as we shared some kisses.

"I'm sorry I'm so tired, Ixma," I murmured.

"It's always good when you make love to me, Ranji. But getting to sleep in your arms is a bit of heaven."

Turning around, she put her back and butt to me, then wriggled until my half-hard cock was nestled in the crack of her rear end. Slipping my arm around her waist, she pulled my hand to cup her breast. I felt the hard pebble of her nipple, and the moisture at its hard tip. Ixma trembled, tensing. Moving my hand, I felt the other breast. She sighed and rubbed her butt against my growing cock. Roaming further down, she opened her legs for me, laying one leg over mine. I ran two fingers along her lower lips.

The heat was incredible, and I found her swollen inner lips as well. Ixma dripped with need.

"You're soaked."

"For want of you, my love."

"I'm too tired to make love, I think. But I can at least help you take the edge off." Rubbing my fingers in her slickness, I traced her entrance and circled her swollen clit.

Gripping my arm, her hips rolled. Nibbling her neck, I explored her steamy center. "That's it, Little Mama. Surrender to the pleasure. You are safe and loved."

Her hips rocked faster, pressing backward against my groin. Panting and whimpering gave way to small cries as I worked over her leaking center. Then her hands shot down to still my movement as she ground against my palm until with a long, low moan she crested and ecstasy overwhelmed her. I held her while she shuddered, gasping in my arms. My chest to her back, I could almost feel the hammering of her heart.

"You are a wonder and a joy, Ixma Ba'lanchicotl. Thank you for trusting me with your heart."

I felt Janetta scoot closer then, resting her hand on my hip, she nuzzled and kissed my back, settling in behind me.

When her breathing was more normal, Ixma lifted my hand and licked my fingers, then moved it back to just under her breasts. Holding her close, holding her safe and secure in my arms.

"I love you, Ranji," she whispered.

"I see you, Little Mama." I sighed into her hair and she relaxed.

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Part 10 - Massage

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The next day was much more sedate. Calia still looked pale when she got up, so I went to school with my girls.

During the play time, I was treated to a parade of introductions by Sisi's friends. While Sisi played at recess, I had my chat with Sergeant Chita about the home, telling her what I'd already ordered, and getting updates from Chita on what they still needed. At the end, though, she said she was glad I was following the doctor's instructions and staying home a second day. Apparently Doyya had left orders to get called if I went to work. Touched by her concern, I would pretend I hadn't heard what steps she was prepared to go to.

At home, Calia took the two young women in hand. Clothes and toiletries were ordered for them, and she showed them their daily tasks.

In the afternoon when the girls and I returned, I played a couple of games with Sisi and read to both of them. The three of us napped in a big recliner.

When I woke up, Zinja and Ixma beamed at me, and even Calia and Cholan said I looked adorable with my daughters crashed on my lap. Janetta stared at me, her face troubled. When she suddenly turned and ran upstairs, their mothers collected their daughters, and I went upstairs after my warrior woman.

I found her weeping quietly into a pillow.

Laying down facing her, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," she avowed with a sniffle. "Just me being foolish."

"I'm your partner. Even if I can't fix it, sharing it with me will ease your heart."

"You think so?" She wiped at her eyes, giving a slight smirk.

"It's one of the marvelous ways that love works. What's disturbed you so much?"

"I... I remembered when my father used to hold me close, in his big strong arms. I felt so loved and safe. Seeing your girls and you asleep together in the chair, I thought to myself they are so lucky to have you. You spend time with them, and let them know they are important. Then I thought that such a good man like you should have sons and daughters to fill your House."

"I have a start on having a big family. They are good girls, and I love being their dad. Last year I resisted becoming a parent. I was just getting started on my career. Then I met you. You have changed my life forever, Janetta."

"Men who are good fathers should have many children. I think the world would be a better place with happy children who grow up to be good adults. Maybe there wouldn't be such a need for so many Warriors."

Reaching over, I took her hand. Clasping it gently, I pulled her hand toward me, kissing her knuckles before turning it and pressing my lips against the back.

She watched me attend her hand as she continued. "The irony is you live with five women, and four of us can't become pregnant."

"Sometimes life is full of compromises. It doesn't change my love for you or for them."

"I feel so free, so powerful in the sky, like I'm an eagle protecting my territory from interlopers. There are times with clouds below me, it's like being on another world. Everyone is small and far away. On clear days I can see deep into the ocean, all the rock formations and coral reefs are visible. Even sharks and dolphins and whales are revealed, and I can see distant ships plying routes to far lands. An eagle with a broken wing soon starves." She kissed the back of my hand in return. "I wear the jaguar because I am my father's daughter. I became a Jaguar Warrior to honor him. I became an Eagle Warrior because I had no choice. In the process, I've become this weird mix."

"Not a mix," I corrected. "In the sky you are fierce and brave like the eagle, and on the ground you become the deadly jaguar. You are a true warrior on both the earth and the air, adapting as befits your environment."

"Are you trying to get me wet with your honied words, so you can poke my pussy?"

"Always."

"It's working," she grumbled.

"Why, that's wonderful!" I said with a grin, wiggling my eyebrows. "Shall I check on your wetness?"

"You'll just get excited and want to put it inside me."

"And you don't want that? I'd be happy just to lick your pussy until you cream my face."

"No, damn you. That's the problem. If you do that, then I'll want your cock inside me even more." She sighed. "None of us get enough time with you. And yet I'm happy. Ecstatic sometimes. I got to the airfield and feel such power and freedom. And then I come back to the ground and I think of coming home to you, feeling your strong arms around me, and wanting to impale myself on your cock and gush all over you. When I feel your hot sperm in my pussy? I can't tell you how intensely satisfying it is to feel that hot stickiness coating my inner walls, knowing I pleased you."

I drew her close, and she held onto to me, resting her head on my chest.

"Therein we come full circle," she continued. "I'm happy, and yet I find myself wanting more. The many months you were gone I came to realize how much I love you. If I get angry when you are hurt, Ranji, it's because I'm afraid of how empty my life would be without you. Each attempt on your life makes me afraid there will be nothing left if you died. I also realize that having children is more than just breeding. It's also preserving a part of the man. You need sons to carry on your House name. You deserve children, Ranji."

"I'm not in a rush, Janetta."

Pursing her lips, she looked down. "I know for a fact that all five of us would be happy to become pregnant by you. Calia worships you like you were her god. Cholan with her damn dream about needing to give you a hundred babies. Ixma's almost as bad as Calia. Zinja loves me like you do, and I feel bad that I don't feel as much for her as I do for you. But you've won her heart, too. Five women. All of us ready to put our asses in the air, wiggling about, eager for you put your child inside us.

"But I can't. At first I felt bad because I felt like I wasn't giving you all of what you deserve. Now I find I want it for myself. Wondering what it would feel like having my belly swell with your child. Knowing that the child will tear my pussy as it comes out. Women know this and yet they have done it for time out of mind. I never thought I'd ever want children of my own. I'm turning twenty-three in a few months. I have a career I love. As for sex? When it was on my terms, I enjoyed fucking. It was the humiliation and not having a choice that galled me. Sometimes, they hurt me, too. I realize now, they also weren't worthy to sire any of my children. You have corrupted me."

"How did I corrupt you?"

"You made love to me, Ranji. Those twisted, perverted things you do to my pussy with your mouth. I love it when you do that. It's not just about having a cock in my pussy. It's about having your cock in my pussy. It's also not just about fucking till I come, but also till I feel your warm cum inside me. It's surprisingly satisfying when you fill me."

"That's love, Janetta. When someone else's pleasure or welfare is as important or even more important than your own. Some warriors fight for glory, but the real warriors fight to protect their country and their families out of love for them. When Zinja was shot, it was both love and fury that motivated Ixma to shoot that child trafficker."

Janetta snorted. "Emptied the magazine into him as I recall hearing."

"I heard eight shots, so I guess that's possible."

"She said she stopped because it wouldn't fire anymore."

I chuckled. "Do tell. But it proves my point. When Ixma shot the draconian, it was out of fear. But when her mama was hurt, the once-timid Ixma stood up and deliberately killed him for it."

"It's not just you and your daughters, Ranji. There's also Nariya. The morning sickness. The frequent trips to the latrine. Now she's so big she can hardly get out of bed without help. With all the trouble she's endured, I see how Sowitwee looks at her, caressing her belly with their child inside, and she looks right back at him with love in her eyes.

"You've made no secret about your desire to have children, especially with me. I appreciate your honor in not forcing me to make a choice between flying and your love. I know you think I will be a good mother. I can't help recalling how much my mother and I fought, especially as I grew older. I'm not afraid to fight for what I want, but why would I put up with a headstrong brat for twenty years? Yet, I look at you and I yearn for your cock, Ranji, wondering what it would be like for your seed to catch and have your child growing inside me."

"If it was your child, it would make all the difference in why you would put up with any contention. I love you, Janetta Tlacotli. I walked into this relationship with my eyes open. You live to fly. That is your dream. I'm smart enough to realize it's part of what makes you who you are, and if I tried to force the issue, I might not only destroy our relationship, but you in the bargain. If you love someone, you don't try to change them. Rather, you love and accept them as they are. I couldn't bear hurting you or forcing you to give up your dreams. You've worked so hard and endured so much humiliation and pain to become a combat pilot. I am happy being able to hold you in my arms, and to support you however I can."

Lifting her head, she gave me an arch look. "Content to just hold me?"

"Janetta, I'll take my poke-stick as you like to call it and stir your honey pot until I make you crazy as many times as I can get away with, for as long as you'll let me. You are so beautiful."

Shifting up, she leaned down and we kissed. Slow and full of ardor. When we broke the kiss, we nuzzled, basking in the presence of the other, smiling with joy and love.

Then her face darkened again. "I've heard them talking."

"Who? About what?"

"Babies, Kandikan. Get with the program. I heard Ixma and Calia talking about Nariya, and discussing their own wishes for children. Zinja's let us both know her feelings. Given the chance, I'm sure Ixma would quit the Service and happily get busy bearing your children. Cholan, too. I have a good crew. We work well together, and I love them like family. But they are flesh and blood. I fear it's more a matter of when Ixma and Cholan's loyalty to me will be surpassed by their desire for you. I know it's coming and I can't find it in my heart to blame them. However, I'm loathe to even discuss the issue with them for fear of putting things into motion that I can't control. And it's all your fault!"

"Mine? How? I haven't discussed having children with any of your crew."

"Give me some credit here, Kandikan. We're women. From the time we can hold something in our hands, we're given dolls to hold onto. To practice for when we have babies of our own. The stories and images from our families, from the priests, and the media - all of them in a million different ways tells us to fuck for our men and prepare for having children. Sowitwee and Nariya picked each other, but most women are stuck with arranged marriages. But the stories we get fill us with notions about what kind of man we should desire."

She was right of course. Women's relationships tend to focus on peer relationships. Chaos is to be avoided. Men tend to focus on hierarchies and direct response; they will more likely risk overt violence to settle things. Vertical and direct versus horizontal and indirect power structures. There were always exceptions. Janetta operated better in the male model, but she also paid close attention to how her flight crew operated; not just in their direct responses, but also to their nuances as well.

Janetta shook her head at me. "You are such a shitload of complications. You most definitely have your faults. You are getting better, but all too often you still think you can handle things by yourself. You don't always keep me in the loop about stuff I deserve to know about. Charging in to rescue the helpless, even at great risk to yourself.

"On the plus side, however," she continued, "you have a huge amount of positives. You're brave. Honorable, with a strong sense of justice. Respectful and considerate of others, even strangers. Like those farmers now living near your parents. Surprise. Yeah, I hear from Bilan separately from what you tell me. How many times have you paid for nano-tech healing for people outside your family? You defy convention and make us crazy using that tongue of yours on our pussies. Filthy rich. Handsome. Powerful. Don't look so surprised at that. You have over a thousand men and women in your command who will do whatever you tell them - because it was you that told them. Oh, yes. Loyalty to your command. You're also becoming quite famous here at High Guard. You're a good father, too. Mark my words. Those guards that protect your girls? Others notice things like that. If I was worried before, you are going to become a pussy-magnet." Lowering her voice, she growled out, "The only hard part seems to be keeping you from getting killed at a young age."

"I assure you, I am doing my best to avoid dying. And I'm not doing those things to get more pussy. I am quite aware that I don't keep all of you satisfied to the level you'd like."

"I see I forgot to mention modesty.You help make my point, Ranji. Is it any wonder our panties are wet pretty much all the time? Hoping you will notice and unite with us?"

I grinned at her as I broadly licked my lips. "I would happily perform an engine check for you right now. Just to make sure your intake valve is primed and ready for action, you understand."

"Keep your hands and tongue to yourself, pervert. There were a lot of times I hated being a woman. With you, I look forward to the next time I get to experience your hard cock inside me. Not have to, Ranji. Get to. And that brings me back to chidren. I'm a woman. With no children of my own, House Tlacotli dies with me. But I'm curious why you haven't bred Calia. I know it's what she wants."