Starlight Gleaming Ch. 19

I nodded, my face serious. "All right, I can do that. The next man who looks at you funny is getting a punch in the nose."

She giggled, rolling her eyes at me. "That's not what I meant."

I kissed the back of her hand and sighed. "I know what you meant, Cholan. The choice to remain with me must be yours, not mine. Think about it this way. If I fight for you and insist you belong to me, I'm also not giving you a choice in the matter. That is the unspoken other half of me fighting to keep you. I know you've been raised to think that's how a man should act with you. The Protection Order is about women having the same power and choice as men about having sex. For men and women to have equality, both get to say yes or no about sex. You also decide what man you want to live with and have your children by. If you want me to make the decisions and you want to be submissive, that's fine. I'll do what I can to make you happy. I'll fight to protect you, Cholan, but I won't fight to own you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"That if I submit to you, it's by my choice."

"Exactly. I can dominate you since you seem to enjoy that, but the choice has to be yours. You are a human being. Your feelings, your wants and desires -- they matter as much as mine or anyone else's feelings. I'll fight to protect you, but you have to want to be with me. I'll talk with you and try to woo you to stay, but I won't order you."

"I guess I just want to please you, and if some other guy wanted to get into my pants, I guess I'd like to know that you'd want me so much that you would just run them off."

"The alpha male display. Cholan, if someone bothers you and you don't like it, say the word and I will kick ass for you. I tell you now, having heard how badly your family treated you? It hurt me that anyone could ever treat someone so special as you so badly. I ached for all the pain you endured while growing up. I wanted to punch and hit your father for all the love he wrongfully denied you. By accepting you into the family, he adopted you, but he was and is a terrible dad. The circumstances of your birth were not your fault, and any blame is on your parents. Worse, they let their feelings infect your sisters, they allowed their cruel behavior to hurt you, day after day, year after year. You are so smart and caring and loyal. I love your smiles and laughter and the jokes you make and how you are always seem to be dancing. You are my woman, Cholan Yakalme -- but only as long as you want to be."

"Is forever too long?" she asked with sniff.

"Not at all," I replied, grinning at her.

So we kissed and huddling our heads together, savored the closeness.

Behind us, the ramps finally locked closed and the engines roared to life. The Condor slowly began to move; it turned, then queued up to the runway. We waited, thankful for the ear protection against the deafening noise. Then all six Sharsoo engines revved to an even louder scream and we began to roll forward, quickly picking up speed. Cholan squeezed my hand as the giant transport lifted into the air.

As we ascended, the warning lights overhead -- to remain seated and belted -- went off.

I noticed one of my troopers escorting Breena and her two sons moving forward, no doubt heading to the latrine.

Glad to finally be away from Copán, I was relaxing when Cholan said, "Ranji? Can... can we get up and stretch our legs?"

"Sure."

We unbuckled, and before I got more than one neck rotation in, she grabbed my hand and tugged. Following where she led, I noticed she took us back to the cargo section, checking the narrow walkways between the secured pallets and crates.

When she found a place suitable, she pulled me along, then stopped and turned. "This'll do."

I raised my eyebrows. "All right, what will do?"

She dropped to her knees, reaching quickly for my belt and zipper. Surprised, in a matter of seconds, she had me free and inside her warm mouth, inhaled me to the root. Her tongue went to work, caressing and washing over my crown and along the shaft.

Naturally, I hardened.

Astonished, my hands moved automatically, caressing her as she lavished attention on my cock.

When she pulled off my erection, she worked at her own belt, and I laughed. "Seriously? You want to join the Rad-High Club?"

She gave me an impudent smirk while pushing down her trousers and panties. "Why not?"

"I thought you hated flying."

"I do. But you're real good at distracting me." She dropped down to her knees. "I choose you, Ranji. You are my man. I want you to take me right now. I want you to make me come on your cock, and then I want you to pound me senseless and fill me up with your love."

She turned around and got to all fours. Craning her neck back, she said, "Please?"

I was intrigued, as I'd never done this before, either. Chuckling, I got down behind her, aiming my cock at her folds, running my tip along her lower lips.

And, she wasn't nearly wet enough. Getting down, I put my mouth to her pussy and gave a lick.

She jerked upright. "Put it in, Ranji! I want you inside me!"

My hand swept out and slapped her butt cheek. "Cholan, I need you to fuck for me. Get down on your hands and knees and take your fucking like you're supposed to."

Momentary surprise, and then lust washed over her face. "Yes, sir!"

Another slap, this one to the other cheek. "That's for getting out of position."

She gasped, crouched down and wiggled her butt at me. "Yes, sir."

I resumed licking her lower lips, probing her entrance with my tongue, using one hand to steady her. Having missed shaving for two days, her lower lips were a little bristly, but if anything, it added to the charm of an unplanned quickie. She moaned as I paid attention to her swelling sex, widening her stance to give me even greater access to her dripping honey pot.

It was hard to reach from this angle, and with our legs restrained by our pants it made adjustments nigh impossible, but with effort I was able to reach the apex of her mound with the very tip of my tongue. Caressing her hard nubbin, I trying to coax her button of bliss to come out from its hiding place. Cholan rewarded me by huffing and pushing back against my face, the muscles in her thighs tensing.

When my neck started to ache, I pulled back, lavishing long strokes along her swollen pussy lips, savoring every tangy drop that oozed forth from her succulent, tender center, and giving a few penetrating strokes into her heated tunnel.

"Oh, please put it in me," she begged. "I want you so bad!"

Slap!

"Ah!"

I gave her a slap to the other cheek.

"Oh, goddess!"

"Time to fuck for me, Cholan."

"Thank the gods! Took you long enough."

That earned her another pair of swats. "You are such a cheeky girl!"

Pulling her hips back, I lined up and once I was lodged at her entrance, thrust firmly into her sodden yet tight heat.

"Ahh! You're so big!" Her hips wiggled as she bounced from knee to knee at my invasion.

Withdrawing, then shoving back, each time I opened her up a little more. When I felt her wet lips kiss my balls, I leaned over and grabbed her pony-tail. She whimpered, eyes wide even as she pushed back, trying to impale herself further on my cock.

I saw a shadow move so I looked up.

Breena stood there, her face flushed, staring at us.

Letting go of Cholan's hair, I ran my hands along her flanks. "Hey, Island Girl, we are being watched. Do you wish to stop?"

Cholan looked up, saw who it was and slowly shook her head. "No, don't stop. I just got you inside me. My sister wanted to know how good a lover you are, Commander. Well, there's nothing like show and tell.

"Here I am, Breena, on my hands and knees, my pants are down and my legs are spread for him. At this moment his hard cock is a hot bar of steel so deep inside me it's touching the entrance to my womb. He's so big and he's stretching me so much I can barely stand it. I know I can take him because I've done it before. Yet every time he enters me it feels like he's going to split me in two. I'm already half-crazy from how good he feels. Is this what you wanted to see, your little sister made helpless by her lover's cock?"

"He... he had his mouth... down there," Breena said.

She laughed, then started rocking forward and back along my shaft. "Yes, he did. The priests lie, Breena. It's not dirty. It's amazing! I love it when he does that, and it makes me explode like a firecracker. He tells me he loves making me come for him and that I taste good! Think of it! He loves me so much that my pleasure is just as important as his own. He makes me come for him, with his wonderful mouth and with his big, thick cock. Sometimes he's rough and sometimes he's gentle, but he never, ever deliberately hurts me. That's how a real man loves his woman."

Cholan turned her head and looked back at me. "I love you so much! And you feel so good inside me. Please, I want you to take me!"

Then she looked back up to her sister even as she continued wriggling her hips, working her pussy on my cock. "Normally we don't let anyone outside our family watch us. But I think you need to see, Breena. Look at us! No pain, no put-downs, no feeling like dirt. Just two human beings expressing their love and desire while giving each other pleasure."

I had wondered at Cholan's reasoning. I felt a sudden surge of admiration and love for my Island Girl; that even after years of being taunted and belittled by Breena while growing up, Cholan still reached out, wanting to help heal her broken sister.

Reaching around my lover, I began unbuttoning her shirt, and she slowed her pumping to make it easier. Once I had access, I unhooked her bra, freeing her large breasts, running my hands over her nipples. Leaning back on my heels, I pulled her up, kissing along her neck and jaw while squeezing and molding her soft flesh.

"Do you see him, Breena? Can you see his balls below my stretched pussy? I'm fucking him as much as he's fucking me. His kiss or caress makes my pussy wet and makes me yearn to be filled by cock. Oh, Ranji, that feels so good!"

Cholan paused, closing her eyes as she worked her hips, her attention on my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

After several strokes, she gazed at her sister again as she continued her thrusting. "Sometimes he doesn't have to do anything at all. I see his smile or hear his voice, and I get so wet for him. I get an aching emptiness that only he can fill. Right now he's deep in me, and I'm full and stretched. My heart feels complete. Even after he's just made love to me, sometimes I find myself eager for him to take me again. That's love, Breena."

As she rode my shaft, I kneaded her globes. Turning, she offered her mouth and we kissed. Moving my fingers, I tweaked her nipples, tugging at them, then pinching them.

"Oh, goddess," she whimpered.

Moving my lips along her neck, she bared it to me. My lips latched on and I began to suck. Cholan gasped, and while she was distracted, one hand slipped down and found her little pearl of joy nearly uncovered. Dippling a finger down for lubrication, I moved it back and lightly stroked the underside of its swollen hardness.

"Oh, Ranji!" Her hips worked harder. "Ranji!"

"Are you going to come for me?"

"Yes! By the goddess, yes." Then her hand shot down, stilling my ministrations on her clit. With a shuddering breath, she husked out, "I'm coming!"

Short, intense gasps, and I felt her sheath clamp and release along my length. I ran my teeth along her neck and squeezed her breasts, and she moaned and panted. I felt the heat of her juices coating my balls.

Nuzzling her neck, I held her as another wave of bliss crashed through her body. Some seconds went by while she recovered. Then she said, "Please fuck me. I need your seed in me."

Without a word, I pushed her forward and she crouched down. Grabbing her hips, I stroked faster into her slick tunnel. This felt good, much better than the short intense movements Cholan had been making. Once I was harder, I shifted, lifting up until my penetration angle was higher. Hands gripping her shoulders, I began a rapid, shallow stroking. The underside of my crown worked over that rough spot along the roof of her intimate passageway.

Cholan's response was almost immediate. She became noticeably wetter and her fingers clawed out, grasping for anything to hold on to, to no avail. "Oh, sweet goddess! Oh, my god, oh god oh god... Ranji!"

I looked up and saw Breena had hiked up her dress and her hand was busy inside her panties, masturbating to our copulating. I turned my attention back to the woman beneath me, moaning and wiggling, trying to withstand the intense sensations flooding her core. Then she gave out a long, low strangled cry, and again I felt her pussy rippling hard along my length, followed by another gush of fluids filling her cavity.

Shifting lower again, I continued thrusting, this time for depth, slamming my hips against her, spearing hard and deep into her convulsing core. The pleasure of her sheath milking me was profound and I felt my balls drawing up.

"I love you, Cholan!"

One, two, three more thrusts into her tight, steamy depths and then I shoved hard against her, grinding as my cock spewed semen into her pussy, coating her innermost walls. I grunted as more lines of sticky seed erupted into her.

Cholan shrieked out, and I felt her explode around me yet again.

For long moments, I held tightly on to her shoulders as I emptied myself at the gateway to her womb.

"Oh, Ranji, I feel it," she panted. "Your hot sperm, so warm and deep in my belly." Then she trembled as a smaller aftershock rumbled through her center.

Breena suddenly cried out, staggering, her legs nearly giving way. She caught hold of the nearby crate and steadied herself.

"Kiss me?" Cholan asked.

Easing my grip and leaning next to her cheek, we exchanged affectionate kisses.

"Whose woman are you?" I asked her.

"Yours, my lord," Cholan answered.

Looking up at her sister, Cholan said, "That's how it's done, Breena. Oh, one final part. Oh, Ranji, you're slipping out."

I saw the front of Breena's dress. Both breasts had soaked through. Ixma sometimes leaked milk when she came, too.

Cholan's hand reached under as I was squeezed out. She caught a few large dollops that oozed out from her pouty lower lips. She rapidly licked her palm clean, then whirled and burrowed her face into my crotch, inhaling my softening cock. Her tongue went to work, swirling about as she gulped, swallowing anything and everything.

With a loud smack of her lips, she sat up, grinning as she pointed at my neck. "Can I?"

Chuckling, I removed my neckerchief and handed it to her. Once again, I was out of uniform.

Hiking up her panties, she folded it and placed it against her sodden, dripping pussy, and then pulled the underwear snugly into place.

Both of us brushed each other off, then got our pants up. While I tucked in my shirt, she put her breasts into her bra, hooked it, then adjusted the fit. Once her shirt was buttoned, she tucked the ends into her pants and secured them while I adjusted my weapon belt.

When we turned around, Breena was gone.

Whirling back to me, Cholan threw herself into my arms. "Thank you for doing that! I mean it. You didn't have to, and I know you did it for me."

"It's all good," I assured her.

"Sometimes I feel like a princess living with my prince. Yes, I have to share you with three other princesses and with the queen, but you know what I mean."

I gave her a tight squeeze and another kiss. "This weekend has been a real shit-show. But I will always treasure our dinner together and the dancing. The shopping in the market was good, too. Even this. Once the inspection is done, I'd like for us to have some time away from High Guard. Talk to the others, would you? I'm open to some place in the mountains or on the beach, or even taking in the sights in Capisco. As I recall, besides the aquarium, they have a theme park and a zoo."

Her eyes brightened and she giggled. "The poster from our old room! You remembered."

"I do."

Cholan laughed. "That wasn't ours. It was there when we moved in. We didn't have anything else to put up, so we left it on the wall."

"Oh."

Seeing my face, she hastened to add, "Not that we wouldn't have fun going to the zoo or to a theme park. And the rest of us haven't been to the aquarium either. I'm sure your girls would love to go again, and us grown-up girls would enjoy it, too. You can feel free to take us to the mountains and to the beach as well. We're pretty good that way."

I smiled at her. "Zinja had family for most of her childhood, but I can't imagine her farmer family went on many vacations. Your captain lost her dad when she was four. Ixma only had her mom, and by all accounts, it was a hardship until Zinja made corporal. And apparently my Island Girl was shortchanged, too. Nothing until after the inspection, but go ahead and work it out. Pick the places and the dates and I'll work it out." I looked at my watch. "Come on, we'd best get back to our seats. We'll be at Sentry War Base in about ten minutes."

"Yes, sir. And, will you let me tell the captain about happened? I mean about bringing my sisters to High Guard? It should come from me."

"I participated, but as you wish."

As we passed the corner, I caught Mack standing quietly against a tall stack of crates, mostly hidden in the shadows. I put my arm around Cholan. She leaned against me as we walked back to our seats.

I couldn't fault Mack for her dedication. Almost half the passengers were strangers, people traveling south to Sentry War Base or points further south. She'd also been quite discreet.

Wondering about Yalcamara, I saw her and Stimmi come back from the cargo section but from other side of the fuselage. The lieutenant caught my eye, and I gave her a nod. She nodded back, and then busied herself with her tablet. If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn she was flushed, but at sixty feet with the poor lighting, that had to have been my imagination.

Actually, I was happy for them both. Through all the changes and challenges of the past year, their relationship was apparently as strong as ever. Stimmi seemed to take Yalcamara's elevation to nobility in stride, supporting her new position as Deputy Shift Commander with his usual aplomb and constant search for things to munch on. They worked well together.

I had good people. What more could a commanding officer or a warrior ask for?

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End Notes on Service Grades

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Enlisted Grades and Insignia

All enlisted grades are worn on the sleeve

Recruit (E0) R -- one who hasn't completed boot camp; arm patch is a red square with black letter N for nochom, the Queschuan word for beginner or apprentice, and like many other appellations for recruits, it's used derisively used by drill instructors

Private (E1) PVT; no grade markings

Field Corporal (E2) FCPL; one ½ x 4-inch solid horizontal bar

Corporal (E3) CPL; two stacked bars

Sergeant (E4) SGT; three stacked bars

Third Sergeant (E5) TSGT; one ½" circle centered over three stacked bars

Second Sergeant (E6) SSGT; two ½" circles centered over three stacked bars

First Sergeant (E7) FSGT; three ½" circles over three stacked bars

Senior Sergeant (E8) SrSGT; triangle (1.5̀" h x 4" base) over three stacked bars

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Field Officer Grades, notes, and Insignia

All officer wear shirts with shoulder boards where their grad is displayed