Starlight Gleaming Ch. 18

"We're getting into a nice routine, Ranji. Like other normal people." She tossed the shirt into the hamper. "No meddling with things."

"All right." I shrugged. "Just thought Zinja would like having some of her things in here, too."

Zinja smiled at me as she climbed into bed. "I appreciate the thought, sir."

Janetta scooted into the middle, and I took my place on her other side. As I moved closer, she asked, "You were looking at Sowitwee's contract earlier. Is there a problem?"

"Maybe. Some things are excessive, and I'm not sure I understand all of it. I'm going to ask Chita tomorrow to have someone from the JAG office contract for a private review since it's personal not Air Service business. Did you know the day after Nariya's contract was paid off, the interest rate on Sowitwee's contract doubled?"

Her eyebrows rose. "You think there's a connection?"

"Not obviously so, but while searching I found that the company that had her contract and the one that owns Sowitwee's contract are both owned by the same firm. I could pay it off, but with all the penalties and fees, it's over thirty thousand credits. I'm willing to pay it to free him, but the interest rate change concerns me. If this whole thing is part of a family vendetta, I want to make sure no laws were broken. I know almost nothing about Sowitwee's family, and I have more questions about payments and the like. I'll find out more tomorrow."

Janetta snuggled closer. "Sowitwee's a good man. The amount of money you're talking about is huge, but that date issue is hinky. You'll do what's right."

"Thank you." I kissed her. "Do you want to sleep or would you like me to love on you?"

She snorted. "Love on me? Funny how when you love on me, your cock always ends up in my pussy, so that would be love inside me, not on me." Smirking, she looked away like she was thinking it over. "I guess I could be persuaded."

Inspired, I did my best. We kissed, then she let me explore her ears and neck, sighing as I nibbled and licked. I paid plenty of attention to her lovely breasts, squeezing and hefting them between sucking her nipples and rolling them or rapidly flicking those hard nubbins against my teeth.

When I moved down between her legs, she opened them wide, murmuring, "You are so bad, Ranji, doing that perversion with your mouth. But it feels so good."

Zinja joined in then, attending to Janetta's now neglected breasts. Janetta lay back, sighing, one arm around her sergeant, lazily caressing her while her other hand ran through my hair.

Kisses and licks and hot breaths caused her mound to swell and her lower lips to engorge, leaking her tangy nectar. Just as I got started, Zinja pulled over a towel and pushed it at me. Chuckling, I took it and with a little prompting, Janetta lifted her hips while I laid it out under her. When she settled, I resumed my exploration.

Yes, of course I'd been there before. But love is always new each and every time you make it.

My tongue plunged into her opening tunnel and I did my best to drink down every drop that leaked from her fountain. Down and around her entrance, then sucking those puffy lips into my mouth, her hips rolling in pleasure from my attentions. Teasing her hard bump with my tongue until swollen, hard, and pink, it finally uncovered. Sucking on it made her inhale sharply so I eased off so that I didn't overwhelm her.

Both of us focused on pleasing her, and Janetta let us know with her moans and sighs that she appreciated our efforts. I avoided sticking my fingers into her, forcing her to build more slowly toward release. As her movements tightened, I returned more frequently to her clit, licking its underside. Janetta's moans always deepened when I did that.

When I finally brought my attentions back to her clit, she begged me not to stop. Her hips bucking more forcefully, I used one hand to hold her in place while I rapid-fired my oral digit to thrum her throbbing red pearl. Zinja helped, scrapping one nipple with her teeth while pulling at the other one with her fingers.

With a loud cry, Janetta's hips bucked harder and harder until she suddenly froze. With a wail and a shudder, her vulva opening and closing against my mouth. Knowing her clit was now too sensitive, I shifted focus to drinking down the gushing outflow oozing from my lover's intimate center. Janetta whimpered as another tremor racked her body. Her hand fisted in my hair.

"By all of the gods," she gasped. "So fucking... intense! So good."

Zinja moved up, gently kissing Janetta on the cheek and nuzzling along her neck. While Janetta panted, floating along in bliss, I licked and slurped away at whatever I could find.

When her breathing normalized, I sat up. "How do you want me?"

Janetta laughed. "I'm driving tonight. Zinja, when he's on his back, you get to ride his face."

While I settled into Janetta's place, both women moved over me. While Zinja's dripping pussy descended onto my mouth, I felt my hard cock enveloped within Janetta's steamy, tight, liquid heat. As my tongue plunged into Zinja, I felt the wet kiss of Janetta's pussy lips caress my balls. All three of us moaned at nearly the same moment.

Savoring the sensations, Janetta was in no hurry, slowly rocking on my shaft. Zinja arched her back and widened her stance, trying her best to give me access to her needy center.

While Janetta worked her pleasure, I slipped two fingers into Zinja's slick cavity, reaching for that sensitive spot just inside the roof of her sheath. The pads of my fingers gently stroked, and the tall woman perched on my face froze.

"Oh, gods," the tall Oexecan woman husked.

Janetta snickered as she rocked her hips on my cock. "Is he doing you good, Zinja?"

Zinja arched her back, presenting me with her hard button. My tongue snaked out and flicked at it. A sudden inhale, then a deep moan. While I attended her squishy center and nubbin of ecstasy, she tensed.

"You're working her over pretty good, Ranji. I think she's almost ready to come for you."

Zinja muttered, shifting her weight from one knee to the other. "Oh, fuck."

My mouth latched onto her clit and I hummed while rubbing a little firmer. She yelled, and I felt her pussy clamping around my fingers, slick juices suddenly dribbling out, dousing my chin and chest. My free hand reached around her waist to keep her from escaping.

She wriggled and bucked. "Stop! Oh, gods, please stop. It's too much!"

I gave her a last flick before letting her go. Zinja fell away, curling into a ball, her hands between her legs, shuddering.

"I was looking forward to you coming inside me, but I think I want to see you finish destroying her with pleasure. She deserves it." Janetta pulled off. "Take her, Ranji. Don't just make her glad she's a women. Make her forget her own name."

Rolling over, I grabbed a leg and pulled Zinja to me. She looked up at me, wide-eyed as I parted her legs and entered her wet heat. She grunted as my hips fell onto hers.

Janetta leaned down next to Zinja. "That's it. Take her. Ride her, Ranji. Make her come on your cock and fill her with your hot, sticky seed."

Lifting Zinja's legs onto my shoulders, I planted my arms beside her and drove down again. Harder. Deeper. I felt her clamping around me.

"Oh, fuck," Zinja hoarsed out, grabbing onto my arms.

"That's right, Zinja. He's going to nail you to the mattress. That's my man doing that to you. My man. I share him with you because that's how much I love you."

My hips moved up and down, my hard shaft plunging into Zinja's splayed pussy over and over. My balls slapped against her butt cheeks, my crown brushing along the gateway of her womb. Soon her juices coated both of our thighs. Again and again I drove down, spearing into her core.

"Do you love me, Zinja?" Janetta demanded.

"Yes, Captain! I love you so much!" She looked earnestly at Janetta while I thrust vigorously into her pussy.

"Do you love him?"

Her eyes shot back to me. "Gods, yes!"

"Tell him! Show him!" Janetta urged, her black eyes glittering in the dim light of the room. "Come on his cock. Tell him you want him his seed deep in your belly."

Staring up at me, Zinja gripped my arms hard. "Please come inside me," she pleaded. "I need it."

I felt the tension building in my balls, responding to the sweet sensation of Zinja's pussy clasping my length within her snug muscular sheath. My crown throbbed as it pistoned and churned within her slick depths, parting her tender folds again and again.

"Gonna be soon," I warned.

Zinja growled, her hands coming down to my butt, pulling me down harder, urging me on. "Give it to me!"

Feeling the tingle start, holding myself up by my stomach muscles, my hands matched Zinja, grabbing her tight cheeks and pulling her balls deep against my groin as I pushed hard into her. My cock expanded, spewing hot semen deep within her pussy.

She froze for half a second, then bucked as she moaned. Her pussy rippled and undulated along my cock, milking me. Sudden wetness coated my buried length, dripping out onto my balls.

"I love you, Zinja," I grunted, pushing from side to side as I emptied myself into her core.

Her hands moved up and she pulled me down for a kiss. I did my best to respond while not squishing her with my weight. Her hot breath panted against my cheek. Another shudder ran through her body and she sighed. "Please don't pull out yet. You feel so good."

Releasing my grip on her rear, I gently moved her legs off my shoulders, which earned me another sigh in appreciation. I extended my arms to keep my full weight off her. The tension fading, I could feel myself starting to slip out.

Janetta climbing back into bed got our attention. She held a warm, wet washcloth.

Lifting gently as some parts were already sticking together. Zinja gratefully took the washcloth and wiped herself down. When she was done, she handed it to me, and I wiped myself, tossing it in the direction of the hamper when I was done.

Zinja rolled onto her side.

Janetta spooned up behind her, lifting up to kiss her cheek before laying back down. "Did you like that?"

"Very much. I have the best officers. But what about you, Captain? You wanted him, too."

Janetta had indeed said she wanted to feel me come inside her. "Is that what you wanted, my beautiful Warrior? Did you want me to come inside you, too?"

"I said so, didn't I? And no, Zinja, I don't need you to rub what he gave you onto me. You're his woman, too. What he put inside you is all yours."

I had just emptied myself into Zinja, but just knowing she wanted me inside her, I could feel myself hardening again. Getting out of bed, I made my way around to the other side. Lifting the blankets, I scooted in, drawing closer to her.

She turned to face me. "Ranji, what are you doing? Is that... you're hard again, aren't you. How the fuck do you do that?"

I positioned myself over her, nudging my leg between hers. "It's you, Janetta. You do this to me."

"You are such a shitload of complications, aren't you." She opened her legs wider. Reaching down, she guided me to her still-wet folds.

I began working myself into her.

"Easy," she murmured, wrapping her arms and legs around me. "Don't feel you like you have to come, Ranji. It's enough that my pussy gets to feel more of your hard cock moving around inside. I like- no, I take that back. I love what you do to me."

"I love you, Janetta." Leaning down, we kissed, slowly grinding our sexes together.

I relaxed, enjoying the liquid heat of her intimate depths clasping my length. Savored her sighs as she rubbed her clit against my groin. Gentle kisses and light nips exchanged. Fingers tantalizing in a knowing exploration of the other. I craved her body, and this unhurried union was satisfying.

Slowly we worked up the pitch, and eventually our passion rose and took over. Slapping onto her mound with my weight I drove down, plunging anew into her intimate center. When I finally tipped over the edge, it pinched deep in my balls, but Janetta moaned, pulling me close while I pressed into her, giving her what I had.

After awhile, I rolled to my side, pulling her with me. She nuzzled into the crook of my arm. Zinja moved in on the other side, and I put my arm around her, drawing her closer.

Content, I closed my eyes.

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Part 14 - Sowitwee's Story

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The Air Service JAGs were busy, but Chita found a Ground Service JAG who was willing to do some private work after hours. I sent him the contract for his evaluation.

I had lunch with Calia and my girls at the school, then I took them home. Calia worked more with Mina in the living room, both of them exploring her child's tablet. Sisi hung out beside me at the dining room table, drawing with colored pens on paper. Sowitwee and Nariya sat across from me, and I listened while he told me his story.

"I was born in Tenempua, a small city southeast of Copán. My father's name is Daydo Bancorri. His is a skilled jeweler and lapidary. Once his time as a journeyman was completed, he attracted backers and opened up his own shop. He married the daughter of a merchant, and for several years, things were good. I am the eldest, and I have two younger sisters, Leetsi and Ramilla. When I was twelve, one of my father's clients returned with a recent purchase and accused him of selling fake stones and using base metals."

Nariya's hand moved onto his arm resting on the table, her touch offering her husband her support. He gave her a small smile and continued. "My father insisted he was innocent, but the guild court found him guilty and assessed him liable for the damages and fines. The judgment was more than my father had available, and none of the banks would loan to him. Lord Meerhan, one of my father's backers, then offered to front the money in return for an indenture contract. My father was ruined and had no choice. To protect my mother and my two younger sisters from being ensnared in the contract, my father divorced my mother. Under guild rules, because my sisters were under ten years old, they were exempt and went with my mother back to her father's household.

"Because my father's honesty was now suspect, he had to work for another jeweler at apprentice wages, limiting how much he was able to pay on his debt. My mother's father, publicly embarrassed, married my mother off to another man within a year. Neither I nor my father saw my mother or my sisters after that. I assisted my father as best I could, but because my father's situation was so bad, my own efforts barely covered my room and board. With Lord Meerhan's written permission, when I reached sixteen, I enlisted in the Air Service."

Sowitwee pursed his lips. "My father is grateful to Lord Meerhan for sparing us from the slavery block. Still, the low wages and the interest rate has meant that the debt has grown over the years. I met Nariya while I was at taking my pharmacy training at Mohingo War Base. She was an entertainer at the enlisted Rec Hall. Despite her better sense, she agreed to marry me. She was attacked and injured, and once she was well enough, we were married. Her hospital expenses put her into debt. Without her voice, she was unable to earn a living. Paying on Nariya's debt left little for my father's debt, but I could not abandon her. Both of us went hungry a lot."

"At least that's no longer an issue," I remarked, winking at Nariya.

She blushed, leaning against her husband.

"I've been in the Air Service for seven years, my lord, and even once I made corporal, my wages didn't stretch very far. I barely made the payments on Nariya's medical costs. My father's debt continued to grow. Even once we pay off his contract, his reputation is in ruins. The guild in Copán will never restore his master's certificate."

Sowitwee took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before speaking again. "I am... " he began, then glanced at his wife and corrected himself. "We are very grateful for all that you and Commander Orchid have done for us. Whatever happens, I am your man, sir."

Nodding, I leaned back into my seat, thinking things over. I knew the background. Now I needed details to help extricate him.

By luck of circumstance or the divine will of the gods, so we are born into the world. I was born into privilege, and through no fault of his own, Sowitwee had had hardship after hardship thrust upon him. Nariya, too, for that matter. A person isn't trapped by their birth, but sometimes it can be damned difficult to rise above it. Janetta was a noblewoman entitled to respect and deference, but she was also without wealth or influence. She had endured enormous tribulations in her effort to become a fighter pilot simply because she was a woman. Thinking of her and the previous night made me smile.

Sisi laid down her pen and looked at Sowitwee. "Tenant saved you?"

Nodding, Sowitwee said, "That he did, young mistress. He saved Nariya, too."

Without a word, Sisi got down off her seat and came over to me. Holding out her little arms, wordless and expectant. I picked her up, setting her onto my lap. Curled up against me.

"I love you, Tenant."

Her words shattered me. My daughter loved me. Kissing the top of her head, I nuzzled into her hair, almost overcome with emotion. "I love you, too, Sisi."

Calia came around the corner then, carrying a yawning Mina in her arms. "Ready for your nap, Sisi?"

Sisi looked up at me and asked, "Will you tuck us in, Tenant?"

How could I refuse?

A look from me, and Sowitwee nodded. "We'll wait for you, Commander."

Calia and I carried the girls upstairs, and after Calia returned from a bathroom visit, she laid down next to the girls and we sang the Farmer's song together. After kisses to all three, I returned downstairs.

Back at the table, I had Sowitwee bring up his personal account on his tablet, showing me the payment history. I retrieved my laptop and once the two devices were connected, he transferred a copy to me.

"So, this Lord Meerhan owns your father's contract?"

Sowitwee shook his head. "He sold shortly after it was made. He used the funds and bought my father's shop. My father labors for him, but the payments go to the company."

"I see. And this other company, Jade Petticoat Services, they receive the money you send."

"Yes, sir."

I disconnected our devices and put my laptop into its carry bag. "All right. I need to get back to work. We will get this straightened out, Wit, one way or another. See you both in a few hours."

"Goodbye, sir. And thank you."

"I am your officer, Wit. I take care of my people."

I grabbed my slicker because it was raining outside and returned to work.

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The next several days were busy at work, and things at home were equally distracting.

I got the notice from the JAG captain that he was done reviewing Sowitwee's contract, so on my way home, I stopped by his office for Captain Diwan Kilfoor's report.

He confirmed my thoughts on the interest rates. While not illegal, they were definitely considered predatory. Then he surprised me.

"The father is still bound, but the contract no longer binds your aide," he said.

"How's that?"

"Heroes Act of 318.16.14.12.12 states that anyone promoted from enlisted to an officer or earning any meritorious citation equal or above a bronze Shield of Valor are immediately emancipated from indenture and cannot be bound by familial debts. Personal debts after enlistment are not affected. I checked. Your Sergeant Sowitwee earned a Silver Shield of Valor a few months back."

I recalled hearing a very abbreviated version of that little dust-up that he and Doyya were involved in - which I had yet to hear from their own lips. Instrumental in saving Itznacoco and the Air Marshal no less.