Starlight Gleaming Ch. 18

"Partly because I didn't want to hurt your feelings, especially without talking to you first. She has asked me, more than once. I forbade her to bring it up again, and she hasn't."

"You should reconsider it. Your daughters are good kids. With all your admirable qualities, you deserve to preserve your bloodline. Calia is the only one of us here who can make more little Ranjis and Ranjitas."

"Mmm. The feminine from of Ran is Rani, so the girls would be Ranijis. What about having a surrogate mother? You could have sons and daughters to carry on the name Tlacotli. They would be our children, Janetta. Part of both of us."

"I'm not sure how I feel yet about letting some other woman carry my child. You've brought this up before, so you've obviously been thinking about it. Who did you have in mind?"

"Calia wants children. What if she alternated? A child of yours and then a child of her own, switching back and forth. Since you don't want to lose any of your flight crew, that leaves Calia. Unless you know another woman you trust and respect?"

"Having a chid with me is a lot more complicated than you think, Kandikan. As for Calia? No. Calia's a slave, Ranji. Yes, I know you love her, and she's earned my respect. She's still a slave. I'm a noblewoman, but I'm only first generation, with no brothers. And thanks to you, I do have some money of my own, but I'm not wealthy. Having a slave bear my children? It's unthinkable. I'm not yet ready to let Ixma and Cholan go. Even if I agreed to a surrogacy - which I haven't - I would prefer the woman be of noble birth, so there would be no issue as to the children's legitimacy or their nobility."

"My mother is unable to carry a child to term," I pointed out. "My birth mother was my mother's servant. And your own father was from the Guild Caste before he enlisted."

"Your point being?"

"Maybe the opinions of those who really care about status instead of the merits of the child's character, intelligence, and prowess aren't worth your concern. Despite what others might say out of jealousy, House Tlacotli would survive to the next generation. Your father was an incredibly brave and selfless man. He was a real Warrior in every sense of the word. You are his daughter. A real Warrior in your own right. You are also the best combat pilot in all the Empire. Having your own children through surrogacy would preserve your father's House name. Your child would preserve your own remarkable skills and traits as well."

She laughed. "The best in all the Empire, huh? The more you talk me up, the better I get. I will consider your words. In the meantime, let Calia go off birth control. It would make her happy and focused more on herself. Maybe with Nariya's baby, and Calia getting pregnant, I can hang on to Cholan and Ixma for a bit longer."

"Part of me objects to discussing their lives like this. Without their say-so, it borders on being manipulative."

"Who says they don't have a say in things? I know they are going to want to have your babies. I'm just trying to put off having to find replacements for as long as possible. Just thinking about your poke-stick has their pussies quivering in anticipation. You think I'm kidding? You fingered Ixma last night, but you didn't enter her. When you've had your way with her, Ixma is happy, and I daresay she even gets a spring in her step for a few days. She didn't do that today. Zinja noticed. So did Cholan. Cholan asked her how it went last night. She said it was wonderful sleeping in your arms, but that you were too tired to do anything else. I meant what I said to you about them. Even if all you can manage is a hump and dump, do it. Nothing gets a woman's attention more than having a cock inside her. You are my man. But you are theirs, too. Filling their pussies will make them feel good because they took care of their man, even if they don't come themselves."

"What about you?"

"I'm feeling better. I think a lot got settled, and you've given me more to consider. Thank you, Ranji." She smiled gratefully and gave me a brief kiss. "In the meantime, you need to take Ixma to her room and poke her pussy until you destroy her with pleasure."

I chuckled.

She raised her eyebrows. "It's not funny, Kandikan. All of your women have healthy sexual appetites. We like getting poked on a regular basis. You get constant action and I get the most, but it's not everyday. Yes, I'm not in the mood everyday, but there are some days when I would love having my pussy reamed four or five times by you. As for Cholan, Ixma, and Calia, and I think even sometimes Zinja, I'm sure they would like more than they've been getting."

"I wasn't laughing at that. I am well aware that I've made commitments, and I'm mindful of each of your hearts. I was simply imagining doing what you asked. I'll make sure they aren't already involved in something first. Trust me, I will attend to Ixma in good time."

We both got up off the bed. She went to her desk, firing up her laptop. I exited the room.

Going downstairs, I glanced around the corner. Zinja and Ixma were busy in the kitchen, working with the new servants and preparing dinner. The others were gathered in the front room. Sowitwee and Nariya sat on the love seat; he was massaging her feet that were in his lap and she was sighing and making low moans. My girls sat on the couch with Calia and Cholan. Mina's shirt was off and laying out next to her, Calia was giving Mina a back massage. On the television, they were watching a news round-up from around the world.

They greeted me as I walked in.

Inspired, I grabbed a footstool and sat down in a recliner. Pulling the footstool over in front of me so it was between my legs, I said, "Cholan?"

"Yes, Commander?"

Pointing to the stool, I said, "That's your new seat."

"Okay." Giving me a puzzled smile, she got up and moved to the stool.

"Shirt off. Bra, too."

Surprised, she half-turned. "Sir?"

"You heard me. Calia? May I have some of that oil? Thank you." I rubbed it into my palms to warm it up.

Cholan didn't even finish undoing all the buttons, quickly pulling off her shirt and then undoing her bra, holding them in front of her. She gave me a nervous grin. When my hands started to work on her back, she let out a low sigh. Calia and Nariya beamed at the both of us.

I set to work. After a short time, Calia asked her, "Do you like what he's doing to you?"

Cholan's voice was low and husky. "It's amazing."

About a half hour later, Ixma came in. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour-"

She halted, staring at me giving Cholan a massage. Her eyes darted to mine. Before she could react, I said, "You're next, Ixma."

Standing up behind her, Cholan started to rise, but I said, "No, sit still. Let me." Leaning down, I scooped her up into my arms. "Sit on the stool, Ixma. We'll be right back."

Ixma sat, and heads watched me carry Cholan out of the room.

"Where are we going?" she asked quietly.

"We're going upstairs so you can get dressed into something more comfortable. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

"Oh, I am," she assured me, her face beaming.

Up the stairs and into her room, I sat her down on the edge of her bed. Taking her shirt, I un-wadded it and set it around the back of the chair at her desk against the wall. Going to her closet, I opened the door. "Do you have a house dress you prefer?"

"There's a sky-blue one with tiny nautiluses... yes, that's it."

"Wait, stay there. I'll bring it over." Moving over, I went to her, and after quickly removing her shoes and socks, ran my hands a few times over her calves to encourage circulation.

When I reached up to open her belt, she bit her lower lip and looked at me intently. Undoing her zipper and buttons, she lifted and I pulled down her everything.

"Panties, too?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. I couldn't resist."

Setting down her trousers onto the same chair her shirt was on, I came back and held the dress for her. She stepped into it, and pulled it up. Sliding in her arms to the sleeves, she closed the snaps from her mound to just above her breasts. I retrieved her purple fuzzy slippers from next to her bed.

"You're a beautiful woman, Cholan."

I opened my arms and she hugged me. "I love you."

A quick kiss. Then she squeaked when I scooped her up and carried her back downstairs.

"I can walk, Commander," she protested.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, I do," she admitted, her face flushing.

"Good. I love you, too, Cholan. You deserve it."

Setting her down next to the couch, Cholan found a seat, and I moved back to my chair. Ixma, anticipating me, already had her shirt and bra off. Grabbing more oil, I went to work on her back.

After several minutes, Calia said, "I think she likes it."

For the past several minutes, Ixma's moans were almost continuous as I plied my fingers over her muscles.

"How can you tell, Calia?" asked Cholan, grinning.

"She's starting to drool."

Startled by the statement, Ixma hastily wiped at her mouth, flushing when she discovered that had indeed started to drool. At their laughter, she protested, "It feels so good."

When I finished working her over, Ixma was pretty limp. So I scooped her up and took her upstairs to change as I had with Cholan. On the way back downstairs, she laid her head against my chest. "I love you, Ranji. That was absolutely wonderful."

Returning to the front room, I had Calia switch seats with Ixma. Calia initially demurred, saying it was her job to take care of me. I just pointed to the stool, and she took her seat, loosening the tie at her neck. A gentle tug, and the fabric of her blouse slipped off her shoulders.

As I rubbed the oil into her back, Sisi asked them who was better at massage, Calia or Tenant.

I laughed. "Calia is much more skilled than I ever will be."

The women agreed, but quickly added that they had enjoyed my attention immensely, and hoped I would do it again soon.

Zinja soon announced dinner. This meant that Calia didn't get as much time as the others, but she assured me she had loved every second of it.

Dinner was quiet, tasty, and filling. We retired to the living room. Calia asked Janetta if the servants could defer the kitchen clean up until after the stories were read. By the initial look, it appeared Janetta was going to deny it, but she glanced at me. I raised my eyebrows, and Janetta shrugged. "They may come in and listen. But the kitchen must be cleaned before retiring for the night."

Readily agreeing, Salvia and Tarragon took their places on the edge of the living room, listening to me read to my girls.

After the story was over, both young women came forward and knelt before Janetta, placing their foreheads to the floor, thanking her for her generosity. Backing away submissively, they hurried off and went to work in the kitchen.

Calia broke the stunned silence. "I will talk to them tomorrow. They just wanted to let you know they are happy here. Last night was the first night they had ever gone to bed with a full stomach. The laughter and smiles we have shown since their arrival reassure them that this is a good and safe household to live in."

Janetta pursed her lips. "I expect you will also explain to them that I do expect them to work for their supper, and that I do have a temper."

"With a great deal of respect, yes, Captain." Not even a hint of a smile.

Cholan snorted, and even Janetta cracked a small grin. "Fair enough."

Kisses were shared around and good nights said. Cholan went to take a hot shower, and after the girls were tucked in, Janetta and Zinja went into the master bath to bathe and soak together. By way of giving them some attention, I washed Janetta's hair while Zinja did her own. Afterward, I lit the scented candles for them and brought in a bottle of Blue Metl Juice and two tumblers. Grinning, Janetta poured and handed the other glass to Zinja.

Climbing into bed, the last thing I remembered was my head settling on the pillow.

I woke up sometime after zero-one-hundred hours. After relieving myself, I returned to the main bedroom and saw Zinja spooned up behind Janetta, both dead to the world.

Feeling energetic enough, dressed only in my underwear, I slipped out and went across the hall. Opening the door quietly, checked on my sleeping girls. Moving to Ixma's side, I knelt down and kissed her face, moved down her cheek, and then touched her lips. My hand gently brushed loose strands of hair from her face.

Her eyes began to flicker open. "Ranji? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I whispered. "I wanted to spend more time with you. To make up for what you missed last night. Would you like that?"

Her face showed puzzlement at first, then giving way to eager interest. "Yes, very much," she murmured, moving her arm around my neck and giving me a deeper kiss.

Scooping her up, I carried her out of the room.

At the landing, she asked, "Where are we going?"

"Your captain has been the first one to use the kitchen table. I think it's high time another woman got to experience that."

"This is so hot," she said. "You woke me up and carried me off, and you are going to ravage me on the kitchen table."

Coming around the corner, I went to my place at the table, and sat her on the edge. With the night light in the corner, there was enough to see by.

Ixma sat up and I moved close to her. Our mouths met again, and she leaned back while I followed her down. Several hot, passionate kisses were exchanged. Then my mouth traveled down one side of her neck, and then back up the other side. One of her hands held me while the other ran her fingers through my hair.

She rose enough as I tugged at her over-sized nightshirt. It looked familiar.

"Is that my tee-shirt?"

"It was in the hamper," she said, biting her lower lip, her blue eyes big.

"You've been stealing them?"

"Not stealing. Borrowing. When they lose their scent, we return them to get washed. Then we get new ones from the hamper."

"Why are you taking them from the hamper? If you want a nightshirt, I'd be happy to get you some."

"We have a few. But that one smells like you, and I can pretend you are sleeping next to me."

Drawing her back up again, I looked down at her. "You keep saying we. Who else is stealing my dirty laundry?"

"Calia discovered what I was doing almost right away, and took one for herself. Cholan gets her share, too."

"I don't know what to say to that."

"There's no need to say anything. You sleep with the captain and Mama. This way, when we close our eyes, we can smell you. It's comforting, and it's almost like you're there in bed beside us. You aren't angry?"

"How could I be? You deserve to be happy, too. I'm just surprised."

"Why? You are my lover, my man. I crave being near you, Ranji. Most women my age not in the military are busy having babies for their men. Seeing you, touching you, and being touched by you. Smelling you. Tasting your kisses. I want you inside me all the time, and whenever you aren't inside me, I want to be next to you. When we lick your cock after we've had sex and swallowing any semen we find - that shows you how much we desire you and everything about you."

I laughed. "You've been talking to Calia."

"She's right, though. Mina may not be mine by blood, but she's my baby and I love her so much. You are her daddy." She bit her lower lip before continuing. "There may be no marriage bond, but you are my husband, Ranji. For me and for Calia, there is no one else but you. I'm pretty sure Cholan feels the same way."

"What about your captain? She loves me, too."

Ixma nodded. "She does indeed. We are her crew and Mama says we are her adopted family. The captain says she is the mistress of your household, but she acts more like the head wife because she often picks which of us spends time with you."

"I wondered how that was being decided."

"If you pick one of us to make love with, that's you making known your preference. But if you don't pick, the captain tells us who gets to be next."

It explained a lot. "Your captain reminded me that last night you had wanted more than I was able to give you, and that I should make amends."

"I understood you were tired. I was happy getting a chance to be in your arms, Ranji. I love sleeping with your girls, making sure they are safe and protected. Last night, though, I kept waking up because I was trying to savor every moment."

"Oh, well, if you were satisfied-"

"I didn't say that!" she protested. "You can be such a tease! Calia is right about a lot of things, Ranji. When you are deep inside me, I feel complete, and everything else falls away. I love you and I want you. I need you inside me, stretching me and filling me like no one else can. Please make love to me?"

We kissed passionately, her arms around my neck while our tongues danced and explored, allowing us to taste the other. When I made my way down her narrow chest to her small breasts, I inhaled one and began to suck.

Moaning as her milk began to flow, she murmured, "I love of it when you drink from me. It's so personal and intimate. Feeding my baby and my man from my own body. When you drink from me, I feel tingles all the way down to my pussy, making me wet for you. Oh, gods, Ranji! Yes!"

Using her hands, she pushed down my underwear as far as her hands could reach, and with one limber leg and her toes, pushed it down past my knees. I chuckled between kisses at her ingenuity. Her hand slipped between us, and she fondled the tip of my erection. I inhaled a nipple again and suckled, my mouth filling with warm, thin milk.

It wasn't so much that I was hungry, but that it was her. Even before Mina came into our lives, I knew that her small breasts were sensitive. Flicking nipples and sucking on them was pleasurable to her, and I think I could get her to orgasm from attending to them alone. Drinking her milk was different than coupling, but it's nearly as intimate. Sex is the act of love and lust and sometimes creating life. Letting another nurse is the act of nourishing life. It's sensual and it's primal.

Because her breasts were so small, and also because Mina had been there before me, it did not take long to empty both of them. When the milk ran low, I simply moved down her belly, kissing and licking my way toward her leaking folds, deliberately avoiding the swelling apex that she spread her legs to reveal. The scent of her arousal filled the air.

Pushing her legs apart, I set about plundering her leaking center. Lavishing attention and drinking down her tangy yet savory juices straight from her feminine center. Ixma's hips undulated as I searched out and slurped down every drop that I could find.

"I love you, Ranji," she husked out. "By all the gods, that feels so wonderful. Oh! Oh, yes. Huh! You do that so good!"

Most of the time, I had both hands reaching up along her body, rolling and tweaking her hard nipples that leaked a bit from my enthusiastic play. Down below, I moved my face up and down those pouty, full, lower lips, my tongue tasting and soft-stroking everywhere. Ixma gasped and moved her hips, trying to show me where she wanted my focus.

Soon her motions grew more urgent. I pulled back one hand from her hard nipple and slid two fingers into her tunnel, turning them upward, rubbing that slightly rough patch just inside the roof of her hot tunnel. Zooming in on her clit, I latched on, humming. Ixma suddenly went wild, huffing and bucking against my mouth and hand.

Curling up, she wailed out, "Ranji. Ranji!"

A pair of short jerks while her hands clutched my head against her leaking vulva, the swollen lips convulsing while I licked up as much as I could find. Her fists grabbing handfuls of hair, she grunted out her pleasure. Mindful of her new hypersensitivity, I avoided the bright, hard little nubbin now throbbing at the top of her slit. Instead, I sucked in her fat lips and flicked them with my tongue.