Starlight Gleaming Ch. 19

I was surprised, but Mack actually looked at me with pride.

"The Commander's a good lover," Cholan bragged, which made me uncomfortable. "I've had a lot of men inside me over the years, and only a handful were men I half-way liked. He was so good the first time he had me, he made me cry."

Mack raised her eyebrows at that.

"Five earth-shattering orgasms, which would have been fantastic under normal circumstances. He's got nice equipment--"

"Hey! I'm right here!" I protested.

"You know. Bigger than that's a nice size, but not like if you try to put that inside me you'll hurt me huge. Or worse, are we even in the same species? kind of cock."

"There's all kinds of cock, and all kinds of pussies, too," Mack agreed. Yet I noticed she discreetly kept her attention on me and my reactions.

"He did all the right things," Cholan said as she looked at me. She spoke with pride and love. "He was kind and gentle, yet demanding in the way men are when they really want you. But what made it most memorable of all was how he treated me. To him, I was a person, a human being. My feelings and my pleasure matter to him. He talks to me, not at me. What makes him special, Mack, is that to him, we're all humans first, and then we are men and women. What's important to him is who we are inside, and what we do with what we have."

"A truly remarkable belief," Mack replied seriously.

"He's a remarkable man." Giving my hand a pat, Cholan yawned. "I'm very sleepy. Are you ready for bed, Commander?"

"Yep," I answered.

"Good night, Mack," Cholan said.

"Good night, Cholan. Commander."

"Night."

Our bed was almost too-narrow. It was a tight squeeze, even with two cots tied together. Get too close to the inner edge, and the mattresses wanted to move and separate. Too close to the edge, and down you went.

As we settled under the blankets and I spooned behind her, I asked, "Why were you talking with Mack about our love life?"

"For the same reason we talk with colleagues about our work and friends about our hobbies -- to share information. I thought you knew that women talk about their lovers with other women. Besides, she was afraid she'd offended you, and I wanted to calm her down, and talking about sex is a good distraction." She turned around, then shifted until she was nestled into my chest. Giving me a thoughtful look while her fingers gently traced my chest muscles, she asked, "Didn't you wonder why I was so much louder tonight than normal?"

Startled, I realized it was true. She'd been more vocal than usual.

"It was the captain's idea," she explained. "She said, 'The women will wonder if we're just sleeping or if you and I are making love. Make sure they have no doubt when he's taking you, and make sure he takes you, Cholan.' She said you have helped so many of them, they may offer themselves out of gratitude. Being noisy tells them you have a woman and that I am satisfying your sexual needs. I did satisfy you, didn't I? No extra sperm hiding in your balls needing to find a home in my pussy?"

"You satisfied me, Island Girl, and I gave you all I had," I murmured, leaning in for a kiss.

For a time, we held and caressed while our lips pressed together and our tongues danced. When we broke apart, I continued along her neck, lightly nibbling. She shivered and sighed.

"Keep that up and I'm going to want you inside me again."

"Just giving you some extra attention. You feel good in my arms, Cholan. I had no idea that Janetta told you to do such a thing, and I'm not sure what to think about that."

"She doesn't want you to have more lovers, and the rest of us are in agreement. The more lovers you have, the less time you have for the rest of us. The captain makes sure to get what she wants--"

"Hold on there. Your officer talks to me often, telling me to make sure I spend time with you and the others, too. More than once she's told me that even if I'm so tired I can barely see straight to not ignore any of you sexually. Her words were that a hump and dump was better than nothing at all."

"I wasn't criticizing, sir. She's an officer and the head woman of your household. It's appropriate that she get the most attention. She's right, too. Every scrap of time we have with you is cherished. It's never happened, but I think that even if I didn't come, I wouldn't care so much because you feel so good when you're inside me. You are my lover and my man. I feel good knowing I'm able to give you pleasure. I like it best when you fill my pussy with your cum. But if you needed me to swallow your seed or you needed to spray it on my tits or even on my face, I would be happy with that. I want to please you. All I ask is don't get any semen in my eyes because that stings like a right bitch."

"Not in the eyes. Well, I'm not into covering your face like that. I know you like being dominated, but covering your face with sperm would be like putting graffiti on a work of art."

Cholan gasped, then sniffed. "I think that's about the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. You keep giving me more reasons to love you." She settled back against me. "I love you so much, Commander."

"What happened to saying my name? You said it earlier. Say it again, please."

"Ranji. I love you, Ranji."

"I love you, too, Island Girl."

"If... if you needed to, you could take my ass."

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't know. Calia says it takes work and preparation so that it doesn't hurt. She said when you are in her ass she feels incredibly submissive. I like it when you take me, and... and giving you my ass could be amazing. But you're so big in my pussy, and an asshole is smaller than a pussy. I'm afraid of how much it would hurt."

"Calia's right. It also takes practice and you have to relax so it doesn't hurt. Some women really like anal. They have enough nerve endings it can give them an orgasm as intense as vaginal penetration. Others enjoy the sensation, but need additional stimulation to reach release. Then for some, it just doesn't feel good at all. A lot of women can't orgasm from vaginal penetration alone, either. Everyone is different. If sex hurts, it's being done wrong. Full stop. I'm touched you want me to take your ass. If you ever want to try anal sex, we can talk about it and try a few things. I assume you've been hurt that way before?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"I forgot earlier, idiot that I am, about how deep I go with certain positions, especially now that you've lost weight. I could have seriously injured you. I just hope you aren't bruised inside."

"I'm just a little achy. I'm sure I'll be fine by morning, Ranji. Huh. I'm still having trouble saying your name. You're a nobleman and I'm a commoner."

"You are my lover. I meant what I said. If anything I am doing hurts, you need to tell me. I know you like it when I pull on your hair and spank your butt, but intentionally hurting you is repugnant to me. Even the thought of it is horrible to contemplate. Hurting someone you love is just wrong. I'd much rather make you helpless from licking your pussy."

She giggled. "If you feel the need to make any of us helpless until we're a puddle of goo, I volunteer to take one for the team. If you ever feel the need to punish me, I choose that method."

"It's a deal." I chuckled while slowly rubbing her back. Somewhere in the kissing and caressing and holding, I dozed off.

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I woke up later in the wee hours of the morning to the sensation of a tongue working along my cock. Looking down, I spied Cholan. She'd opened my shorts and she was working to get me erect. A glance at my watch told me it was just after zero-four hundred hours, around my new wake-up time.

"Cholan? What are doing?"

Angling her head, she grinned at me. "Could be having breakfast. Depends on how much you feed me. I'm also trying to show you how much I love you. Lift your hip."

I did, and she pushed the shorts down, then tugged them all the way off. Settling in close, she set to licking my tip while gently cupping my balls. Just as I felt my shaft hardening further, her mouth engulfed me into wet warmth, slowly bobbing her head.

She paused a moment, looking up at me. "Let me do this? You lick my pussy, and all I get are quick sucks when we're done. I've never given you a blow job, from start to finish. You use your mouth on me all the time. I want to feel and taste you in my mouth. Please?"

"All right."

Pleased, she inhaled me. Her tongue swished around the crown, flicking along the sensitive underside, causing me to curl my toes. Then she moved down, lavishing oral attention on my balls, even taking them one at a time carefully into her mouth while her hand slowly stroked my shaft. When she'd given them a thorough going-over, she moved back to bobbing up and down on my erection.

Her attentions felt heavenly. I started slowly thrusting with my hips.

"Keep that up and I'm going to come," I warned her. "Come on up here so I can kiss you. I want to suck your nipples and squeeze your breasts, lick your neck and nibble your ears and jaw."

"Nope," she said, her hand sliding up and down my hard member. "You said I could. No distractions. Calia's right. Giving someone love with your mouth is an act of giving, but it's also one of control -- the one giving it controls the pleasure the other receives. I kind of like this chance of being in charge while making you helpless. I want you fill my mouth with your cum. How am I doing?"

"Oh, gods. Trust me, you're doing fine."

My hands moved to her face, but she batted them away. Snickering, she inhaled me again, sucking harder and moving faster. Then she slowed down, humming. The vibration was intense. With one small hand frisking the base, her tongue rapidly flicked the underside of my crown. My legs stiffened and I pushed out my hips.

"Holy fuck, that's intense!"

She kept at it. I wasn't moving to release. There was no coiling of tension. I simply detonated, my cock suddenly spewing ropes of semen into her mouth.

"Oh, Cholan!"

She coughed briefly, but quickly resumed her self-appointed task, swallowing as fast as she could, determined to get every drop she could milk from me.

For several long, heart-hammering seconds I lay there, hands gripping the cot while she licked and sucked. When her tongue danced under my sensitive knob again, I pushed her away.

"Too much! Too much!" I cried out, panting.

Pleased with her discovery, she smacked her lips. "Oh, that's interesting. The underside of your cock is sensitive like it is on my clit. Good to know. Some escaped, so I need to clean up the mess."

For several moments, she busied herself licking me clean.

When she was checking over her handiwork, I leaned down and pulled her up, giving her a deep kiss. Yeah, it was a bit musky, but it was musky with my semen. My hand reached down as she sighed during the kiss. She parted her legs as I explored, and her folds dripped with desire.

Turnabout is fair play, so while I nipped along her neck and rimmed her outer ear, my finger rubbed that swollen nubbin above her engorged, slick nether lips. She yelped in surprise when I moved her to the center of the cot, and I slid down. Moaning louder, she fingered my hair while I drank down the intimate liquid offering spilling from her core. My hands squeezed and rolled her large mounds. Cholan responded with rolling her hips under my oral attentions. As the grip on my hair tightened, I slid two fingers into her pussy, and found that sweet spot just inside her entrance, the small patch of rigged flesh along the roof of her pussy.

"You're so good at that," she gasped.

As I continued ministering to her leaking center, the tense and release of her legs deepened. Adding in a finger, I teased and explored, and then I added a second finger. Two on top, rubbing that pleasure spot just inside her tunnel while I sucked in her swollen petals into my mouth. Her appreciative moans grew louder.

Then I pressed the index finger on my other hand against her rosebud, then pushed inside.

"Oh, goddess!" Cholan writhed and bucked. "Sweet Jade Mother goddess! Oh, fuck! Ranji!"

When my mouth flicked her hard nubbin, Cholan tried to impale herself on my fingers. Adding a third finger into her cavity and wiggling the one inside her butt, she froze, then I felt her pussy and ass begin a fierce clenching. For several long second she held her breath, then exhaled loudly, pushing me away and curling into a ball, shaking as she heaved for air.

I let her rest a few seconds, then pulled her into my arms. She kissed me passionately, throwing a leg over my hip, and moved down, kissing her way across my chest. She checked for hardness but it was too soon. Making a disappointed noise, she settled against me, snuggling while I stroked her back and nuzzled her hair, until we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Part 21 -- Things to Do While Waiting in Line

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There was a sharp pair of raps at the door. "Commander?"

"Enter," I said, propping myself up on an elbow.

"It's zero-seven hundred hours, sir."

"Why are you dressed, Mack? You were on duty till late last night."

"The lieutenant is still sleeping and I pulled rank. I want to accompany you both on your trip today. I know it's early, but I assume you want to shower and eat before you go shopping together. I expect you'll head directly from there to your visit afterward."

Cholan pushed down the blanket and revealed herself, brushing some wild strands out of her face. "Morning, Mack."

Mack kept her eyes locked on me.

"All right. We're getting up. We're both pretty ripe, a shower sounds like a good idea, and so does a hot breakfast. Thank you, Mack."

"I'm not ripe," Cholan declared impudently. "I smell well-fucked."

Chuckling to herself, Mack closed the door, leaving us to get up in private.

"That's the definition of ripeness. Come on, Cholan, turn to. If you're good, I might molest you before we visit your parents. That way you can act prime and proper while my sperm drips out of your pussy."

Her mouth dropped open in a weird mix of outrage, shock, and interest.

"Okay, that would be hot," she admitted at last. Leaning over, she scanned under the bed, then climbed out of bed. Both of us shook out our shoes before putting them on. Bugs that bite and sting are a fact of life in the tropics, as are rodents and snakes.

Throwing on casual wear and collecting our gear, we exited our private sleeping room.

"I should warn you about them," Cholan said casually.

"Your parents?"

"Yes. I love them, but they can be hard to take."

I remembered listening to Doyya's mother as she talked non-stop on the phone, trying to convince her daughter to seduce me so I would be nice to her. Cholan's parents had never even attempted to contact me in all the time I'd known her. Though to be honest, I'd not reached out, either.

"I don't have to live with them, Cholan. I get along just fine with you, and whatever happens today won't affect you and I. After we've had breakfast, I want to check on the people we've rescued, just to make sure they're all right. Then we'll visit a few more shops on the way to your parents' place. Maybe get a gift for them before we visit. The evening dress you found is gorgeous, but maybe you'd like a few dresses, blouses, and other things for casual wear?"

"You'll spoil me." Then she gave me a worried look. "What about Ixma and the others? I don't want them to get jealous."

"Then I guess I'd better get my man-pants on and take them shopping, too. Maybe into Capisco, so they can get a better selection than the limited options at the Commissary."

"Man-pants?"

"There are cautionary tales about what happens to a man when he takes a woman shopping. I'm told it is an onerous ordeal fraught with great peril. Rumors are that some men have perished from boredom. Or so I have been told. Maybe I'll have to hire two or three bearers. I am going by hearsay, but maybe I'm just being prudent."

She snorted, then wriggled as she pulled off the tee-shirt, then settled again. "You are so precious. If you aren't interested in clothes, I can see where it would be boring. There are things that we look for that most men don't pay attention to. I know what I like, but there are nuances that even I'm not privy to. Calia says clothing isn't just for us, or even just for our men, but sometimes it's competition with other women. I have nothing to prove there, so our shopping trip today should be rather painless."

I chuckled. "Then I thank you in advance for your consideration, Island Girl."

"You are my man. I'm supposed to be nice to you at least most of the time."

"As a reward, if you see anything you think the others would like, we can get it."

Amused by her words, I pulled her in close for a hug, and we enjoyed the closeness. Then we got our things together. The shower in the hangar was available, and probably already in use, and had a limited hot water supply. Cholan and I would need to use the public showers; the facilities at the BOQ for me and the Enlisted Women's Dormitories for Cholan. This wasn't High Guard, and the dorm facilities were the safest place for her and the other women to shower and groom without risk of being assaulted.

My phone rang. I picked it up on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Commander, I've found my sisters."

It was Sowitwee. If he was calling me, it meant he wasn't here with the rest of us. "Where are you right now?"

"Across town. The lieutenant sent a pair of troopers with me last night while you were out with Lady Cholan. It took hours to find them. Commander. They were living in absolute filth. We saw large rats moving openly in the hallways. My sisters have been selling themselves for money as... as whores! There's a man who says he owns them! Leetsi is four or five months pregnant, and they're both strung out on cocaine. What should I do?"

Taking a breath, I calmed myself. I understood his motivation to find the rest of his family. Having found his father, they both probably talked about it, and decided to search for his sisters while we were still here in Copán. His statement also told me that he hadn't left on his own, that at least Yalcamara knew about it and gave him permission to go search. All things considered, had he asked me, I would have done the same.

"What do you want to do, Wit?"

"I want them out of here, Commander."

"That's a given. The man who says they're his, their pimp. Is that going to be a problem?"

"He's nursing a split lip, and Private Sokan has him under guard."

"Did you find your mother?"

"She's dead," he told me, his voice heavy with emotion. "Murdered last year. They lied to us both, Commander. She never remarried. Instead, she was forced to work here, as a whore with my sisters. From what my sisters said, sometimes... sometimes they had to do things to each other. They didn't deserve this."

"All right. Be judicious, Wit. Go through your sisters' possessions and only collect what's worthwhile. Restrain and secure your sisters if they won't come willingly. The main thing is to get them back here. The one who's not pregnant, you can stun if you need to. Do not focus on blame or recriminations, and don't let your father do it either. You are Air Security. Right now you are not your father's son nor their brother. You are a sergeant in the Imperial Air Service seeing to the safety of endangered civilians. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." He sounded calmer.

"Tell them at the gate you are taking them into protective custody. Don't say anything to the pimp about where you are going and do not talk to him further. If he threatens you, listen to what he says and ask him for details. If he just threatens you, stun him and leave him cuffed in a zip-tie. That pimp is small fry, Wit. You can bruise him up some, but no broken bones and do not kill him. Save your revenge for those who did this to your family, and it's not him."