Starlight Gleaming Ch. 18

With a shuddering gasp, she finally collapsed onto the table. "By all the gods, what you do to me!"

Kissing around her inner thighs, I savored the scent and taste of this vibrant young woman laying languidly before me. Then I snorted. Younger woman? She was only a year and a half younger than me!

"That's funny?" she asked, lifting her head a bit to eye me curiously.

"Not funny. Rather, I'm pleased that you enjoyed what I did."

She giggled. "You have my permission to do that any time you want, Ranji."

Standing up, I picked up one of her legs and put it onto my shoulder. "I'm thinking that you are ready for me now."

"Wait! I mean, yes, I'm so ready for you," she assured me. "I just want to look at you a moment first. I don't get much chance to see you naked and hard. Can I have a moment just to see you? I need more memories of you like this."

Letting her leg down, she sat up, running her hands over my chest a few times. She homed in on my face. "Some men are prettier, but I say there's no one more handsome. Did you know that every time I hear your voice, my heart flutters? Every time you smile at me, my pussy clenches and I get a little wet for you, wanting and hoping you might stretch me wide? Look at those muscles you have! Such big, strong arms. I love it when you hold me close. I feel safe when you hold me, Ranji. Look at that! Such a tight butt, built for thrusting, and a beautiful cock designed to drive me crazy." Her hand reached down and stroked me. "It's so warm and thick and long, and the tip is so big. Whenever you first enter me, it feels like you're going to split me in half."

Biting her lower lip, she nodded. "Okay, that's enough for now." She guided me toward her swollen, sodden lips. "Come on, I need to feel you inside me. Push your cock in until I feel your lovely balls on my ass. Let me know I am your woman, Ranji."

Tilting her head up, I accepted her invitation. As I nudged apart her wet folds and entered her, I leaned down and kissed her. Her hands reached around even as her legs spread and lifted, wrapping herself around me in a lover's embrace. Ixma's tongue darted out and played as she lay back on the table. My weight settled on her hips and I pressed further into her yearning need with my own hard desire.

When we broke for air, she looked up at me with such love in her eyes. "Oh, by all the gods. I love feeling you moving inside me, Ranji! Your cock is so hard and warm. You are my - oh! Oh, gods, you're so deep inside me."

Lifting up her legs, I moved them onto my shoulder. Now bent in half, her sex was splayed open for easy, deep penetration into her core. One stroke. Two. By the third, my balls rested on her rear. Once embedded, my hips rocked vigorously within her tight walls.

"Yes, take me!" Ixma grinned happily, then gave herself over to our union, letting out small cries as I plundered her treasure.

Her grin soon slackened as her eyes lost focus. Fully ensconced within her slick, heated tunnel, I probed her womanhood, moving from side to side to change the angle, thoroughly exploring what she eagerly yielded up to me.

Several short thrusts alternating with a couple of long, full strokes; nearly withdrawing, then driving into her sheath, feeling her wet lower lips kiss my balls. Then bucking hard against her mound, trying to push myself even deeper within her pussy.

"Oh, my sweet love! You're making me so crazy. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

She held on while I opened her up and gave her my undivided attention. Splitting her lower lips with my hard shaft over and over. Touching the entry to her womb with my swollen, leaking knob.

"You're mine, Ixma!"

"Oh, my love! I give myself to you. Yes! I'm yours! Fill me with your sweet love."

My hips began to slap harder onto her mound, my length plunging down deep into her heated, pink center, frisking within her slick, muscular, welcoming embrace. She gasped and panted with each thrust into her core. That familiar pressure in my balls built, promising ecstasy.

"Harder, Ranji," she urged. "Fuck me harder!"

"Nearly there, Little Mama," I grunted.

"Give it to me!"

Tipping over the edge, I grabbed her shoulders, shoving into her pussy. My cock swelled and sprayed into her most intimate of places. With the first splash, she arched up, gasping, her fingers digging into my back, scratching my skin. I thrust again, shoving harder into her. With a faint cry, I felt her pussy awash in wetness as her walls squeezed and released, pulsing along my length.

"Oh, I feel you," she murmured, her breath hitching. "It's so warm."

Pushing her legs off my shoulders, I leaned down and used my teeth to nip her shoulder. Feeling the sting of her fingers drawing blood, I growled and held her tighter, doing my best to bury my spewing cock into her core. She shivered beneath me while her sex milked me for my tribute.

For several long seconds, all that mattered was the throbbing pleasure bursting outward from our connection. A few stuttered breaths, then her hands loosened. With ecstatic cries, she rode out the waves of bliss exploding within her loins. Once the pulsations centered in my balls faded, I loosened my own grip, kissing affectionately along her neck and jaw.

"I love you so much," she whispered hoarsely.

A long slow kiss while we enjoyed our shared intimate glow.

My erection soon faded, and then was squeezed out.

"I hate that part," she remarked with a pout.

I lifted up, then helped her sit up.

Both of us were startled by Calia walking in. "That was so beautiful."

I grabbed a towel for Ixma, but Calia grabbed a chair as she nudged me aside, sitting down. Calia leaned over and inhaled my cock. Her tongue rolled it around, intense sensations briefly flooding my groin as she licked and sucked me clean. With a loud smack, she released me.

"There you go, Master." Then she turned to Ixma. "I'd like to clean you up, Ixma. Do I have your permission?"

"Yes, you - oh, that feels wonderful. You are so loving to me."

With Calia's urging, Ixma settled back onto the table, and as my semen was forced out, Calia lapped and licked with gentle attention. Sighing in bliss, Little Mama slowly rolled her hips as she received Calia's loving and tender ministrations.

Getting out three bottles of water, I cracked one and handed it to Ixma, who drank it down gratefully. My own went down almost as quickly. The third bottle I sat down for Calia.

Within a few minutes, Calia finished up, and Ixma slid off the table, moving to directly straddle Calia's lap, kissing her with sincere affection.

"Thank you, sweet Calia," Ixma husked. "For this and for all that you've taught me."

"A pleasure for both of us," Calia murmured in reply.

I raised my eyebrows at the scene. It was pretty hot. Both of them turned to me, grinning, cheek to cheek.

"Surprised?" Calia asked.

I grinned back at them, shaking my head. "Oh, you have no idea."

Calia reached for her bottle and drank deep.

"There's no mystery, Ranji," Ixma said. "You asked us to get along. You are our man, and we both love you dearly. Together we seek to increase your pleasure and desire for us. When we need to be held and you aren't available, we lean on each other." Ixma shifted so they could hug while facing me.

Calia nodded.

Ixma grinned. "Getting licked while we share the seed you gave us feels good, too."

"Is it just you two?" I asked.

"Cholan has participated a few times." Ixma gave me an arch grin.

Calia giggled. "Look at him. He likes the notion of us sharing his seed as much as he likes watching us hug and kiss."

Going up to them, I first kissed Ixma, slow and thorough. Then I shifted over to Calia. Ixma buried her nose into my neck, and Calia pulled me down to nuzzle the other side. A hug to them both, then I lifted up. Grabbing a chair of my own, I pulled it close.

"Since you're up, Calia, I'd like to talk to you. It's personal, so if you'd like, it can wait until tomorrow."

"Ixma is my heart-sister. Say what you need to say."

"Last year, when I visited you at my parents' and again when you arrived at High Guard, you asked my permission to become pregnant. At the time, I told you no."

I had their undivided attention.

"My relationship with Janetta was still pretty new at the time. I feared that if you became pregnant then that it would cause issues. I am very aware of how Janetta feels about flying, how important it is to her. Now that we are back together again, she is beginning to feel heartache that she can't bear my children. I had hoped that she would change her mind about that. Not to quit flying, mind you. That's her heart's dream, and she's overcome so much to become a pilot. I will do whatever I can to support her.

"Considering my own birth, I thought we could have a child together through a surrogate, and Calia, I thought you would be a perfect candidate. It would be your choice to accept, of course. Afterward, you and I would work on a child together. Another reason for asking you was that if you bore her child, I hoped it would ease Janetta's initial resistance toward you. Foolish me, I shouldn't worried. You are a remarkable woman, Calia, and you are quite capable of taking care of any resistance others may feel toward you."

Calia looked at me. "If I may be blunt, Master, it is both a signal honor and very presumptive on your part. I am your slave, so it is your right to ask this of me. I try to live my life based on love and peace and compassion for others. There is very little I would not do for you simply because you asked it. Bearing another woman's child a lot to ask. Fortunately, I know what it would mean to you. My desire to have your child remains undiminished, and a surrogate child would feed from my breasts. And then I would get my own heart's desire. What's changed?"

I sighed. "I realized waiting for the right time was an excuse. There's always something going on that's urgent or pending. I talked to Janetta about you becoming a surrogate for us. She refused. I won't go into her reasons. But she also said you have impressed her, and that of all my lovers, you were the only one legally able to have children. Then she asked me why we had not yet started."

"I see." Calia looked thoughtful.

"I love all of you, and there's not a lot I wouldn't do to keep each of you in my life. Janetta is first in my heart. I know that truth has caused you pain, Calia. Believe me, I am well aware of what a precious gift you are and have been in my life. I owe you so much. You have endured all my youthful clumsiness and selfishness. You taught me what it means to love someone as an adult. This past year, I have sometimes thought I did not deserve the devotion you have shown me. You should have been with a man who could love you with the same unreserved devotion-"

"Master!"

I held up my hand to silence her. "And sometimes I feel that being with me has deprived you of truer happiness. For that, I am truly sorry for all the pain I've caused you. You deserved none of it."

Calia gasped, then blinked rapidly. Silent tears spilled down her cheeks. "Do you not understand, it's you that gives me such happiness? That being a part of your life is what I need?"

I knew I was hurting her telling her these things. She deserved my honesty.

"I do love you, Calia, and I always will. I also love Ixma, Cholan, and Zinja, too. I love each of you differently, and I realize it's because you are different people. Each of you has taken your own unique place in my heart. That bit of wisdom is yet another gift you have given to me. As for each of you, I know sharing is a hardship, and that I don't give each of you all the attention and love you desire and much less than you deserve."

Calia wiped at her eyes, and Ixma started to tear up as well.

"Seven hells. I'm making a right sorry mess of things. I don't know how to say it any better. Calia, we haven't had a chance to really talk in ever so long. That's my fault and I own that. I hope it will be better in the next few months, but I'm all too aware that it's too easy for me to get absorbed in work. The point is, I know you love me, but I don't even know if you still want to have my children. So I'm giving you the control. You decide, if and when and how many."

They both moved from the chair, getting onto their knees before me.

Calia looked troubled. "Master? Ranji? I need to know. Do you want me to have your baby?" She sniffed and wiped at her face. "Because you should look at me and know in your heart that you want your child growing inside me, and then you need to take me, over and over, until I am well and truly bred. I know you love me, Ranji. I would dearly love to have your children. However, I think for you the child you really want to sire is with your Janetta. I have a request."

"Name it."

"I will go off birth control. But until you are ready to make a child with me because you want it so bad the need fills your thoughts, please spend on my belly or in my mouth. Or, if Ixma or one of the others are around and they are so inclined, inside them."

"I've hurt you, and I didn't mean to. I should have talked to you about this from the start, and you're right. It was presumptuous," I admitted. "I ask my oldest friend for her forgiveness, and I will do as you ask."

"We all have sins in our heart to atone for, and juggling five hearts cannot be easy for you. I forgive you, Master."

Standing up, they rose with me, and we three embraced tightly and exchanged kisses.

Ixma looked at us. "Does this mean I should hang around when you two make love?"

Calia smirked at her. "If you want extra seeding, that might be a good idea. I get first dibs at cleaning up the mess."

Ixma snickered. "I'm always willing to take one for the team, Calia."

Without another word, I tossed the empties into the recycle bin, we collected our clothing and went back upstairs. Ixma and Calia stopped by the bathroom and I went on to the master bedroom. After my toilet, I washed my face and hands with plenty of soap.

While I dried my face, I thought over Calia's words. I had really intended to apologize to Calia for all the hurt I'd given her, and instead I had ended up hurting her more. I could not imagine anything Calia might think or do that required any kind of atonement on her part. She was right, too. Babies should be made and raised with love.

When I crawled into bed, a sleepy Janetta threw back the covers for me, then tugged me close. When I faced her on my side, she burrowed in close and sighed, falling back asleep. Zinja snuggled in behind her. I kissed my warrior on her forehead and closed my eyes.

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Part 11 - Daily Grind

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We got up at zero-four-thirty. Janetta had to be in the air by zero-six-hundred. I got dressed. A hurried breakfast with hugs and kisses to all five women, and four of them headed off to the airfield.

Because Nariya was still recovering from her illness. I felt better having Wit at home keeping an eye on my girls, so I told him to stay home with his wife.

Grabbing two changes of gym clothes and a spare uniform, I headed to work. There, I caught up with Jay and the graveyard doings. I exercised with him and some of the new recruits, and then we went to work.

At the office, I reviewed Mack's service file. Twenty-six years old. Nine years in the Air Service, with six of those in Air Security. One year break as a civilian. The service ratings once she transferred to High Guard showed a decline, but I'd seen that on all the other women assigned to the 602 under my predecessor. How did High Command even tolerate this type of shit leadership? As far as I was concerned, even if some of the declining scores were accurate, most of it was falsifying their personnel records to intimidate and punish the powerless.

When Pen came on duty with the day shift, Jay stayed on and we three snacked and chatted about Mack. They reviewed her file and concurred that she would be a diligent guardian. In keeping with the notion that all security troopers worked in pairs, Pen said he would give her the choice of a partner; if she had no preference, he'd pick one for her. Pen also said he was working with Doyya to put together a guard unit to protect all the senior officers, with some of them being rotated in from the regular field troopers.

I had agreed to having guards. Still, it gave me pause. That wasn't part of the normal command structure.

Jay shook his head at me. "Commander... Ranji, I can see you're having second thoughts about this. Well, don't. How many times have people tried to kill you in the past year?"

"You can't count that time we spent in the Seventh Hell," I said.

"Now you're being hard-headed. As you reminded us at Deedee's funeral, we lost nine people out of twenty-seven. Ten if you count Tlingkotl-"

"Which I don't."

"Exactly. Seven, if we count your mother-in-law's place - and yes, I know you aren't married, but you might as well be. The Temple fight with Tonca. Oh, yes. You were shot before you left. Draconians tried to end you in the hospital and again at your parents' place. Shall I go on?"

I sat back in my chair. "How is it you know so much about my personal life from before you arrived here?"

Pen shook his head. "Imperial Security, remember? Besides, we talk to each other, Ranji. Jay, Doyya, Yalcamara, Chita, and your brother, Bilan, too. We keep each other in the loop. Sometimes you don't always come clean." He grinned as he drank some cahault. "Surely you've heard of email, right?"

"Communication between senior staff is important, too," Jay added. "I think they call it speech. Besides, the first duty of security troopers is security, and I seem to recall protecting dignitaries is part of that. You are our CO, Commander, so taking care that you remain alive is within our mandate."

"No need to get nasty. You've both made your point."

"I hope so," Pen said, turning serious. "A lot of us would be dead if not for you. You are making needed changes. All of us on your senior staff are concerned the attempts on your life are actually going to increase. By all the gods, Ranji. You've come to the attention the Air Marshal, the Ground Marshal, the War Minister, and may the gods save us, Minister Supay as well. At least you don't have to worry about the Chatolklan brothers."

I knew about Herrato Chatolklan because I'd killed him myself. Getting up, I refilled my cup with cahault, then since it was low, I refilled Pen's cup for him. "I know Herrato has a brother in Imperial Security, but I've heard nothing further about it. Nor have I had the time to look into him or his whereabouts. You know something about that?"

Jay grinned at me. "Didn't you ever wonder about how your brother Bilan and his men just happened to be so close when you needed help?"

"Yes. But things have been happening so fast that I haven't had time to catch up. And until today, I wasn't aware that you and the others have been talking to my brother, Bilan."

I sat down and sipped the chocolate coffee blend. To my mind, the new machines had more than paid for themselves. Poaching cahault from the offices escalated rather quickly, so I authorized Chita to buy new machines for the whole regiment, and my versatile sergeant set up a ration system that allowed the troops have up to four cups per day, free, and I signed off on the budget expense. It was obviously good for morale.

Pen shrugged. "Doyya and Sowitwee met your brother at Tikún. The general got wind of how Doyya got her bullet wound scar, and that Doyya was wounded because she was there protecting a very important person on your orders. He asked her and your aide along on a trip as a means to get to know her better. During her visit, someone tried to take out the general manager of Tikún Travel."