Starlight Gleaming Ch. 19

"Since zero-four-thirty this morning."

"That makes for a long day," he commented.

"He's up that early almost every day, putting in ten and twelve hour days, rebuilding his command," Cholan said. "He works so hard, and he worries all of us who love him."

He smiled at her words of praise. "It's late. You should retire for the night. We'll head out after I and my lovely bride have a turn or two on the dance floor. You have my phone number. If I can assist you further during your stay here, please don't hesitate to call. During your next visit, let me know and I promise you and anyone you bring with you will have better accommodations."

"If you ever find yourself coming to High Guard, we'll show you how the Air Service takes care of its guests."

He stood and we shook hands.

Cholan and I headed to the entrance, her hand in mine. One of the hosts met us, handing me the two take-out boxes, then he left to collect Mack and Haytam. On their return, both assured me they had enjoyed their meal. We were ready to leave when I spied a photographer.

Calling the young woman over, Cholan and I posed in the lounge for several shots. Standing side by side, facing each other holding hands, one with Cholan seated and me behind her, and a final one with me on one knee, kissing her hand. Mack and Haytam, looking stern, flanked us in a couple of the shots.

Lastly, I had the photographer take photos of Mack and Haytam together and then individually. In that, I was inspired by the image of Zinja standing next to a very young Ixma. When their children grew up, they would see a picture of a young and proud warrior woman wearing the uniform of the Air Service. We reviewed the images, and satisfied, I paid for the shots and they were emailed to my account.

The drive back to the hangar turned out to be longer than expected.

In the dark, without an AI, we got lost for several minutes. Or rather, we were dis-oriented.

As my boot LandNav instructor once reminded us, you always know where you are, but not where you are in relation to where you want to go. You yourself are never lost; you just need to be oriented to the right direction. Semantics, but worth a thought. It changes what could be a sense of fear and helplessness into an external problem to be solved. Sometimes all you need to fix a problem is to look at it from a different perspective.

Using the printed map we eventually found our hangar and the rest of our people. Calia would have said we simply took the scenic route.

As we pulled up to the hangar and parked, I whispered to Cholan, "Do you remember what I promised would happen after our dinner at the Officers Club?"

Sitting up straighter, she whispered back, "Yes, sir."

"I intend to keep my promise, Island Girl."

A sharp inhale. Her eyes dilated as she gazed at me.

Then we got out. Mack and Haytam checked in, and went off duty. As Yalcamara and Stimmi were still up, I sought them out. Both gave their approval of Cholan's appearance. I gave them their food, which was still somewhat warm. Delighted, they ate.

While they were distracted, I guided Cholan to the office where our bunks were and closed the door.

"What should I--?"

"Panties off and lay down on your cot," I instructed as I removed my neckerchief and unbuttoned my shirt. "You were beautiful tonight. So poised and the perfect dinner companion, and now you're going to get what I promised you. Look at my cock, Cholan. See how hard I am? I am hard for you, Island Girl. I want you and I'm going to have you."

Quickly removing her undergarment, she lay back, watching me strip.

While I was careful with the weapons, the uniform was tossed onto the desk. Once naked, I grabbed a large body towel one of my duffle bags and moved back to Cholan. Her eyes locked onto my bouncing erection, her mouth slightly open.

Lifting her dress to uncover her legs, she lifted up her hips, hiking the dress up while I put the towel under her. Using my fingers, I tested along her lower, darkened lips. Pressing in slightly, I was rewarded by a flowing, wet heat that suddenly escaped, coating her outer lips and ass. Cholan gasped, spreading her legs for me.

Using my fingers to gently explore her pussy, I said, "Ah, you're even more lovely when you're aroused. Do you like seeing me hard for you? Do you like knowing where I'm going to put it?"

"Yes, sir." She licked her lower lip.

Lifting up my fingers glistening with her juices, she watched me lick them clean and let out a low moan.

"What would you like, Island Girl? Shall I eat your pussy first? Lick you until cover my face with your wetness? Or shall I just spread your legs, pin you down and put my cock inside your wet pussy?"

Her large brown eyes were full of arousal. "Please put it in me. I've been thinking about what you said before, and I don't want to wait."

I moved over her. "Guide me in."

While I held her legs up and lowered myself, she aimed me at her steamy center. She moved my tip in a circular motion, coating it with her slick heat, then pushed it into position. As my crown lodged within her swollen wet lips and pushed deeper, I reached out and roughly molded and squeezed a large breast.

She laid back and moaned, pulling apart her legs, giving me full access to her needy pussy.

Straddling the cot, I shifted and stroked, parting her hot buttery tunnel, delving deeper into her intimate and tight embrace until my balls rested on butt cheeks already wet with her heat.

"Sweet Jade Goddess," she husked, grabbing onto my arms. "That's really deep! I can't believe you're fucking me in my new dress. This is so hot."

Bracing myself on the frame of the cot, I stroked my hard shaft firmly inside her heavenly sheath.

Which made her wince.

Then I cursed inwardly for being a forgetful fool. Being a small woman, Cholan can't take my full length from the front. If I'm on top, I can't pound down into her with her legs spread because the last inch batters against her poor cervix, leaving her bruised and hurting. Missionary position for her means I have to be gentle.

"I'm sorry about that, Cholan. Are you okay?"

She gave me a reassuring smile as her hands stroked along my arms and shoulders. "I forgot, too. All I wanted was you inside me, taking me hard."

"Here, let me move your legs together." As long as I didn't try and bend her in half, the extra padding from her thighs made it so stretching her was a pleasure for both of us.

Cholan sighed as I re-entered her, her face showing satisfaction.

Moving slower, with more deliberation, I resumed exploring within her inner sanctum. Sometimes angling right, straight up the center, then angling left, I worked within her folds, varying the strokes for both our enjoyment. Because I was more upright, I was able to use one hand to mold and squeeze her breast while the thumb on my other hand thrummed her little pearl of pleasure.

She pressed back, meeting me stroke for stroke, her face full of intense concentration. Her muscular sheath enveloping me became wetter. Hotter.

I flexed and pushed balls deep, and the grip of her hands tightened each time. "I love being inside you. Your pussy is so tight and wet, it's absolutely wonderful."

She gave a lusty laugh. "You're digging so deep into me, I think you're trying to massage my belly from the inside!"

I grinned back at her. "Not hurting you?"

A rapid shake of her head. "You're good. Oh, goddess, you're so incredibly good. So careful and loving, yet intense and demanding. I love being your woman."

"All I know is I need to be inside you, Island Girl. I need to ride you hard until you explode with pleasure on my cock before I fill you."

Her hands gripped my arms, panting heavier now. "Maybe all I need... is your lover's gift... deep in my pussy. Take me, sir. Use me for your pleasure... and I will come for you."

She was a beautiful sight. Her hair becoming messy and sweat forming on her brow, and her eyes surrounded in that wide, black band of face paint. Her jewelry glittering in the light, and her fancy dress rudely bunched up at her waist while I plowed into her soft, tender folds, making her crazy while I stirred her honey pot. Cholan's pussy was giving as well as it got, its clasping embrace filled my shaft with sweet, tingling sensations that echoed all the way to my root. I pressed my hard member into her tight wet tunnel again and again, and each time I felt her wet lips kiss my balls. With each thrust into her core, I drew closer to release.

Suddenly anxious to prolong the pleasure, I pulled out.

She looked up at me in shock. Before she could say anything, I moved back. "Turn over, Cholan. Ass in the air."

Her face awash in lust, she obediently got onto her hands and knees. Her head down, she pulled the dress above her ass, then grabbed onto the cot for support and widened her stance expectantly.

Instead, she sucked air when my arms held her waist and my mouth moved onto her engorged pussy lips, my tongue licking and lapping at her leaking feminine goodness.

"Oh, blessed Jade goddess!" she grunted into her pillow. "Fuck!"

Cholan tensed, her thighs trembling, then she let out a long, low moan as I plundered her entrance. I could tell if I was hitting an especially good spot by how she flexed and released her thighs and butt cheeks. My rewards were her gasps and whimpers of approval accompanied by the intoxicating rivulets escaping her core. Breathing deep the scent of her arousal, I did my best to catch every tangy drop.

Bit by bit I coaxed out her hard nubbin from it's protective fold. Intermittent swashes by my tongue through her hot, tender labia made her shiver and cry out. When my face and chest was well and truly wet, I leaned in and flicked her hard bead of ecstasy. Her little point of bliss thickened. Cholan gasped as she heaved and struggled, but I held her in place while I plundered her leaking treasure for all its wealth.

With a warbling moan, a fresh wave of her juices from her dark and swollen center coated my face. With joy, I watched her fat lips burst open and clench closed, teasing me with intimate glimpses into her pink, glistening tunnel of pleasure. While ecstatic waves rumbled out from her core, I moved up behind her quivering center. A push and I slid in, right to the hilt. Sighing as her tight, slick heat blissfully enveloped my length.

Cholan cried out again, and I felt her muscular sheath pulsing along my shaft.

"So damn full," she muttered.

Pushing her shoulders down, she crouch down, arching her back. Slowly stroking the length of her tunnel, her pussy responded with another gush of hot, slick juices bathing my cock. Running my hands along her flanks, she shuddered.

The slow stroking prolonged her bliss. When her breathing began to slow down, I squeezed her butt cheeks, burying my cock until my balls rested against her bared clit.

"That's it, Cholan." I ran my hands up, then dragged my fingernails down her back. She gasped, pressing her sex back against me. "Fuck for me, my beautiful island girl."

"Oh, gods. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

Holding onto her shoulders, I nearly pulled out, then changed the angle, doing short jabs into her sheath. The ridge of my fat crown mercilessly worked over that sensitive spot just past her pubic ridge. The effect was immediate.

"Holy Sweet Jade Goddess!" Her back tensed as she arched, and more liquid heat leaked from her core, coating both our thighs with her juices. My hips slapped wetly against her butt as I bucked into her quivering pussy.

Another score strokes and she tensed. "Oh, my -- Ah!"

Another gush of wetness, and her pussy undulated around my cock. I resumed giving her long, full, hard strokes that slammed into her, making her ass ripple. Then, every half dozen thrusts, I added in a pair of smacks to a butt cheek, switching from side to side.

"You are mine, Cholan," I declared. "Do you hear me? All mine! Do want my seed?"

"Oh, gods, yes! Give it to me!"

"You are going to be dripping for hours," I promised. Grabbing a handful of of her hair, my other hand pressed into her back, holding her immobile while I thundered into her core.

Cholan moaned continuously now. The tension at the base of my balls coiled tighter and tighter.

"Cholan!"

Letting go her hair, I latched onto both her shoulders, shoving hard into her tight, steamy core. Grinding into her trembling pussy, my cock swelled and shot streams of hot ribbons against her innermost walls.

With a long wail, she called out my name.

And like that, her pussy convulsed again in rippling waves along my entire length, increasing the blissful sensations. While my balls pleasurably twitched, a few more lines of sperm emptied into her. More ecstasy as I felt her cervix pulse as it moved along the sensitive underside of my crown, its little mouth nibbling away, seeking all the fresh hot sperm for her womb it could find.

Cholan whimpered as another wave of tremors racked her body.

I was still pressing balls deep inside her, running my hands over her back, savoring our intimate connection while my heart eased off its hammering when the door burst open.

"Commander! Imperial Security is-- oh, shit, shit, shit! Oh, gods, I'm so, so sorry, sir!"

The door slammed shut.

"Sorry about that," I told her, still savoring the feel of our intimate connection.

She giggled. "It's all right. It's not like I was trying to be quiet."

"That's true," I replied, amused. "I seem to recall hearing you call out my name."

"I'm sorry, Commander, I--"

"Don't! You did exactly what I wanted, Cholan. You are my woman. I love hearing you calling my name when I make you crazy with pleasure."

"Um, can I stretch out? I'm kind of all squished into a ball here."

"Of course." Moving slowly, I managed to stay inside while she lifted and straightened out her legs, sliding them down between mine. I settled my hips back onto her thighs, nestled against her rear.

"Much better," she said with a sigh. "I love coming on you, but this is so intimate. Your cock is still hard and inside me, and I feel your seed, hot and sticky, too."

Leaning over, I worked my thumbs along her shoulders, kneading muscles through the expensive fabric and her bra.

"I love you, Ranji, so very much," she murmured. "First you give me screaming orgasms and then you are so loving and gentle and attentive afterward. Can I keep you forever?"

"Always. As long as you want me, I will remain your lover, Cholan. No matter what happens, I will always love you." I slipped out, and she made a disappointed noise. I lifted off, and gave her butt a kiss to each reddened cheek. "Anybody asks, what do you say to them?"

She giggled happily. "My man tells me I fuck just fine."

I stood up, stretching. "That's exactly right, my island girl."

She rolled over and sat up. Her face was flushed and glowing from our exertions.

"Did you see who it was?"

"Nope. I was too busy taking your seed," she said with a smirk. "Besides, I was facing the wrong way. I'm sure all they was your awesomely tight butt and those big balls of yours nestled up against my big ass."

I chuckled. "Your ass is just fine, too."

She did have a great sense of humor -- sometimes wry and witty, and as I was learning, it could be earthy, too.

"I still have a few more pounds I want to lose before I'm at my optimum weight. I'm going to wash the makeup off and try to preserve what there is of my hair styling. When you get done, I'll be here, enjoying the feel of your lingering essence deep in my pussy. You said I'm going to be dripping for hours?"

"I might need to apply more injections," I admitted. "Just to be sure."

"Oh, my. Feel free to check me as often as you like, and when you think I need it, give me more."

As I looked into her face, she bit her lower lip. When I raised my eyebrows, she said, "This is our time alone together. When I walk down the ramp at High Guard, I want to have to walk with my legs apart because you have worked over my pussy so well. The captain will want you when we return, and then the others will want their turn, too. That's only fair, but while we're here together, I want you in me as much and as long as I can have you, to last me until it's my turn again."

"If I did that, you and I would stay in here all day tomorrow, and I'd have to make my men bring us food so we didn't starve. Truth to tell, Cholan, I'm looking forward to meeting your parents, and to spending more time with you outside of work and home. Let's try to have fun, shall we?"

She grinned as she nodded. Tugging me closer, she leaned down, inhaling my flaccid shaft. Using her tongue to swish around the crown, she inhaled me until she had down to my root. I inhaled sharply and she made a pleased noise, using both hands to hold me still. With a final slurp, she let me go, looking up at me happily. "There! All clean, Commander."

Taking her hand, I kissed it. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Digging through my duffle bag, I found a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts, and once those were on, slipped on my deck shoes.

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Part 19 -- Midnight Plans

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Stepping out the door and closing it behind me, a distraught Mack stood waiting. "Commander, I'm so, so--"

"Not now. Later," I said, striding on by.

I headed out into the night, past all the many cots covered with netting revealed by pervasive yet dim lighting.

With the airfield a short distance away, there was the distant noise of an airport in constant motion, punctuated with the periodic racket of heavy equipment shifting and being loaded or unloaded, and the almost continuous pitched noises of all kinds of fixed-wing and rotary aircraft landing or taking off. The bright lights of the airfield, too, illuminated the night for quite a distance, keeping the whole area in a sort of twilight.

Captain Korreem and his two shadows waited patiently by his vehicle. Nearby was another Imperial Security vehicle. Queued up next to a portable table were the rescued slaves, waiting for the attention of an Imperial Security medico. The man worked efficiently with an advanced medical scanner, an air syringe, disinfectant, and a box of injection vials.

I glanced up at the night sky. Overhead, only the very brightest of stars could be discerned, their starlight gleaming against the night sky, their light created by burning suns and sent across the cosmos thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago, and only now reaching our world. Or, as my father once commented, passing us and continuing on to yet more worlds beyond us.

Perplexed, I looked again at the line again because of who should be there but wasn't. Where were Sowitwee and his father? Then I pushed the thought aside; I would deal with it later.

Yalcamara and a still-yawning Stimmi approached from the adjacent hangar. The Ground Service crews had put some of our loaded vehicles into both of the empty adjacent hangars. I hadn't thought about it, but she and Stimmi were likely sharing one of the offices next door for some privacy of their own. As an officer, she was entitled.

"Sorry to disturb your rest, Commander," Korreem said. "I thought you'd like to hear what we've found out. Can we go somewhere private to discuss this?"

"We've nothing with any semblance of privacy here. Your vehicle?"

He shook his head. "With the AI, we can never be sure."

"Very well then. I trust my people. There's an empty hangar with an office we can use."

Korreem frowned. "It'll have to do, I suppose."

Yalcamara directed the six of us to the empty office, as Korreem's two shadows followed behind us. One guard was posted outside, and the other went around back to make sure there were no eavesdroppers by the closed window.