Starlight Gleaming Ch. 22

"There's a bit of information that I don't think you are aware of, Master. Or if you were aware, you've forgotten it. Shortly after I was bought and first came to live with you and your parents, they were asked if they wanted me sterilized at no cost to them. Many families obtaining personal servants for their sons routinely accept such an offer. Your parents rejected it."

"Yes, I actually was aware of that." I squeezed her hand as I said, "At the time I thought it was unfair that I had to pay for your birth control drugs out of my allowance, but in retrospect, it brought home that what we were doing could have consequences. I'm glad they didn't accept it, Calia, because I can look forward to putting my babies in you. And in the meantime, we get to have a lot of practice."

Blushing and grinning, she said, "I'd like to wait a year after these three are born to fully recover first, but I eagerly await the time when you plant those babies, my love. I want a large family, Master. I would like four or five children after these are born. We'll both be in our thirties by then, and we can talk and decide if we want more children together after that. And no, I'm not letting you name all our sons after your father."

I just laughed, and then she joined me.

* * * * *

The following week, I was working in my office when Calia surprised me with a visit. She almost never comes to Air Security, even though she'd be welcome to visit for lunch or for a quick chat.

As I looked up from typing, she beamed at me. She wore the medium green salwar-kameez and matching scarf with the gold leaf embellishments that my mother had gifted to her; the attire is of high quality, and makes her appear exotic and well-to-do. Interestingly, she wore a neckerchief with a commander's grade pins covering her long braid, and a green ribbon tying off the braid's end.

Before I could do more than greet her, my phone rang. It was Dr. Jehantli. Raising my eyebrows at her, I answered.

"Hello, Doctor." Settling back into my chair, I added, "What news do you have for me?"

"I think we should talk in my office," he replied.

"All right." I brought up my digital calendar, which was clear for several hours yet. "I can be there in say, thirty minutes? It's just after the lunch hour. Shall I bring you something to eat?"

"No, I've already eaten. Thank you for asking, though. Thirty minutes will be perfect. See you then." And he hung up.

Replacing the phone to its cradle, I gazed at Calia. "Am I to assume it's no coincidence that you just happen to be here, mere moments before Dr. Jehantli's call to me? Just what is it you know, Calia?"

Grinning, she said, "I know many, many things, Master. However, I'm not responsible for what goes on in your head. My main wish is that you keep loving me as you do."

Rising, I walked over and drew her into my arms. Lifting her face expectantly, I gave her the kiss she sought. Leaning my forehead against hers, I asked, "Will you ride with me?"

Giving me an impish smile, she replied loud enough to be heard outside my office, "Why, Commander Kandikan, of course I will ride you any time and as often as you like! Just say the word and I'm your girl!"

As the office door was partially open, I heard some snorts and a giggle from outside the door. Calia looked pleased with herself.

Amused, I shook my head as I reached for my jacket. It was supposed to rain, but thus far, all we'd seen were grey clouds carried by cool winds. I powered down my laptop and slipped it into its satchel.

Opening the door further, I waited for Calia to pass, then looked at the flushing Hanami who was busily cleaning her glasses. Besides my guards, Sergeant Alto and Corporal Keedra, there were the two escorts who'd brought Calia, Corporals Kimmi and Sooksa. All three women troopers looked from me to Calia with knowing grins, their cheeks a tad dark as no doubt their imaginations had gone exactly where she had intended. Alto had the grace to look away, pretending nothing was amiss.

"Hanami, I'm headed over to Dr. Jehantli's office at the Nanotech Center. Shouldn't be longer than an hour; I'll call if I'm delayed. I should be back in plenty of time for the staff meeting later this afternoon."

Both Keedra and Sooksa rose and headed for the exit.

"Yes, Commander," Hanami answered, refusing to meet my eyes. "Have a safe trip, sir."

Calia winked at her, and Hanami fumbled, her glasses slipping from her grasp. Then she inhaled sharply, staring at her glasses - hovering - inches from her fingertips. Calia reached over, plucked them from the air and handed them over. "It would be a shame to have them fall and break, Hanami. Good thing you caught them!"

At that angle, I was pretty sure no one else had seen what happened.

Hanami just swallowed and nodded, staring at the glasses in her hands.

Once we settled into the back seat of the cruiser, Calia spoke to me in Vedan. "Hanami has a crush on you, you know. She sees how happy your wife and I are being your women, and knowing that you love each of us, she daydreams what it might be like being one of your women, of being held in your arms and kissed like a lover, to feel you take possession of her. You are handsome, young, considerate yet strong, and you are most definitely an authority figure. But then, a lot of the women around you share those same fantasies, and even share those dreams with each other, wistfully imagining 'what if.'"

"And I needed to know that, why?" I replied, slightly irritated. "She's an outstanding administrative assistant, and there are good reasons not to carry on affairs with subordinates. Further, I'm not comfortable with the power dynamics. I'm her boss. Too many other men abuse such situations. That's why the Protection Order exists!"

"Not what I meant, Master. First off, I know for a fact that any woman you took to your bed, you would treat them with respect, mindful of their feelings," Calia replied. "Second, you prefer sex with an emotional involvement, and while she's cute and you agree that she is, you don't yearn after her nubile young body."

I snorted. "Then why, saucy wench, did you even bring it up?"

"Just a reminder that you're still the same man you always have been, someone that's worthy of his position and aware of all the people who depend upon him to do what's right. Sure, you've had bad experiences, but you're weathering them."

"Should I worry about how your powers are growing and how casually you read those around you? Like me?"

"No. I'm still the same woman who loves you more than I can ever put into words. Just smile and look longingly at me with those amazing blue eyes of yours and my pussy will readily engorge and get drenched in preparation for you, Master. Please remember that I love you, and I will do everything I can to keep you alive, happy, and lusting after me."

Laughing, I gave her hand a squeeze. "By the gods, they broke the mold when they made you. I love you, too, Calia. And I appreciate all the help I can get."

"You also love how my pussy feels when I'm impaled by your cock," she declared, giving me an impish grin.

"That I do," I conceded. "I also think you are trying to tell me something."

Looking at me sideways, she giggled. "Maybe?"

"I'll see what comes up later."

"Promises, promises," she replied.

I just laughed again.

As we parked and entered the Nanotech Center, both of Calia's guardians opted to wait with the cruisers while Alto and Keedra accompanied us. We were nearly to the building's outer doors when the air pressure shifted, and suddenly big fat drops began to splatter about us. One hit my cheek, the water cold, just as we reached the covered area before the double doors. In seconds, it was coming down in torrents so fast and furious that it was hard to see more than thirty or forty feet. There were yelps out in the parking lot as people got soaked. Short, fierce gusts of wind blew the rain onto the sidewalk under the awning, threatening to soak our feet. Some heading out paused and cursed, dreading the downpour.

"Yikes!" Keedra muttered as we entered the building. "I predict there will be a rash of fender-benders by the time we're done here."

Grinning, Alto muttered back, "We both know people forget how to drive in bad weather, even just a week after the last hurricane."

Upstairs, Sergeant Nuna greeted us, saying, "Go right in, Commander, he's been expecting you."

At a slight shake of my head, Alto and Keedra found seats near Nuna's desk. Calia entered through the open door in the doctor's office, I closed the door and joined her in finding a seat.

Dr. Jehantli sat in his high-backed, wheeled leather chair, taking a moment to gaze at us. "Before we begin, Calia, I want to say you were right about Captain Jurgo. We did new biometric scans as you suggested, and based on those results, we cleared space for him the next day. It took a full six hours and three separate immersive treatments for the cancer to be fully eradicated. Thankfully, this morning's panels and updated scans show everything is back to normal. Your warning saved his life."

Calia smiled. "I'm glad to hear he's doing better."

He took a breath, then said, "All right, best face this head on. I received the digital copy of Commander Kandikan's genomic profile from the Air Militia this morning and started the comparison." He paused, looking like he'd just swallowed something sour. "You were right about that, too. There are differences. There shouldn't be, but there are."

"Was she right to be concerned?" I asked.

"Yes, she was," he replied unhappily.

"The targeted genetic changes impact Lord Kandikan's reproductive system," Calia said. Not a question. And exactly as we'd discussed days earlier.

Dr. Jehantli said morosely, "Yes, they do. They are minor tweaks, the biggest affecting his average testosterone levels. Both are within human norms, but it's a marked change nonetheless. The fact that he has them at all means someone illegally dosed him with nanobots to make the alterations, and then altered the Air Service copy of his profile at Mohingo in an attempt to cover it up. It really doesn't matter the reason. If news of this gets out, it will cause a lot of unrest. The Commander is a nobleman, and here at High Guard, he's generally well-liked. If someone will tamper with his body, who is next? And who has already been altered?"

Calia said, "Others should be worried. And who is deciding which men from which tribes or states should become less virile? Or if they should have a preponderance of girls? Because it's the man's sperm that determines the child's sex!"

"For that very reason, I'm requesting militia medical records for other senior officers, so I can see if this is just with the Air Service or if it's more widespread."

She frowned at him. "You're assuming that this is limited to men, Doctor. How many wives have likewise been fixed so they don't conceive or have trouble coming to term with so-called undesirable children?"

Dr. Jehantli blinked, then nodded grimly, picking up a pen to write on a nearby tablet.

I withdrew a data disk from my pocket and pushed it across the desk. "Please put a copy of both records and all your findings onto this for me."

Calia glanced at me, then she asked Dr. Jehantli, "Can you fix the damage? Using his older record as the baseline?"

"No," he answered. "And not because we don't have the technology. The maddening part is we could easily do so. The reason is political hot potato. It's also quite dangerous. Cosmetic changes are allowed, but this falls into a grey area relating to human modification, and there are strict laws against it. Worse, while this would be restoring a part of your body that had been adversely affected without your consent, I have a strong suspicion that doing so would alert Imperial Security, even with the current data stop imposed by the War Minister. The reputation of the Minister of Imperial Security has been - how shall I say? - questionable for many years now."

"I agree," I confirmed.

"Are the changes all in one area on his Y-chromosome?" Calia asked.

"No, there seven affected blocks. However, each of the sequences are short," he replied.

"Please, bring up the images and show me," she said.

Dr. Jehantli looked at her. "To what purpose? You are neither a nanotech programmer nor a therapeutic geneticist." When she just stared back, he suddenly startled. "Do you understand the magnitude of what you're implying? That you can actually change someone's genetic code solely with by power of your thoughts? Can you do that, Calia? Do you have that fine a control over your powers?"

"I'm not saying anything like that at all, nor do I have either of the skills you mentioned. Still, I am curious. I also know my master fairly well."

I nodded. "Please do as she requested, Doctor."

He brought up the pertinent sections and highlighted the affected areas using a stylus on his monitor, and then he split the screen, bringing up the old record for comparison. Calia leaned in close, staring at the screen for several long seconds for each of the seven areas affected. When he had finished showing her the changes, Dr. Jehantli asked, "Is this something that will take you a while to do?"

It was interesting that even though she'd evaded directly answering him, he believed she could do the changes. For that matter, so did I.

Standing up, she said, "Master, can you stand and loosen your belt? It may help if I can put my hand on the affected area."

I did as she asked, and watched her struggle to keep a straight face while her hand dove past my underwear and cupped my balls. Rolling them gently in her hand, she gave me a sultry grin, whispering, "Very nice. They feel warm... and hefty. Full of life! Some call them the family jewels."

After staring open-mouthed at us for several seconds, Dr. Jehantli shook himself, then asked, "Anything?"

I felt myself harden. Speaking in Vedan while trying to maintain a straight face, I told her, "Why do I get the feeling you just wanted to feel me up?"

Her hand moved up and stroked my cock a couple of times, causing me to stiffen further. Grinning, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip, then flashed me a wink.

Oh, the vixen! I thought.

Withdrawing her hand, Calia calmly announced, "I thought if I touched him, I could feel what I needed to do, to heal him by intuition and feel. However, while I did feel something, I don't have any ideas at this time on how to move forward."

"Huh." The doctor looked at Calia, trying to evaluate whether what he'd just witnessed was in the interest of psychic healing research or if he'd been bamboozled into watching a horny young woman publicly grope her man. I suspect he was leaning more toward the latter opinion but had too much dignity to call her out.

After I shifted myself and secured my shirt and trousers, I collected the data disk with the information from Dr. Jehantli. "Don't start with any officer of flag rank just yet. Limit it to unit COs from both Ground and Air Services, say five for each branch to start. And if they have spouses and they have profiles, include them as well. After you've done a few comparisons, call me and we'll meet in person again."

He nodded at my suggestion. As we said our goodbyes, he cleared the images off his monitor and ignored our departure.

It was still raining outside, so I sheltered Calia under my jacket and ran with her to the second cruiser. Once she was safely inside, they drove slowly through the sheets of rain. I was soaked, but I had a spare clean uniform at work.

Seeing that my troopers were soaked as well, I had them follow the cruiser with Calia home; wet uniforms could go into the dryers and we could get some spare rain slickers to wear. When we arrived, Kimmi and Sooksa were already in oversize tee-shirts and shorts, sipping hot drinks at one end of the table while my daughters, Terra, Salvia, and Oceotl did their homework on their tablets. Alto borrowed a shirt and loose pants from Oceotl while his clothes dried. The extra half-hour allowed me to securely store the data disc upstairs in the safe and then visit a bit with my girls.

As for me? I scooped Calia into my arms and carried her upstairs. She didn't say anything, but she did have a huge grin on her face. I took her to the room set aside for Zinja, and kicked the door closed behind me. Pushing her over to the side of the couch, I pushed her down and pushed down her kameez and her panties. Her gusset was slick and gooey.

"Master?"

With one hand on her back to keep her bent over, I quickly opened my trousers and jerked down my underwear.

"Tease me, will you! No idea on how to go forward? I'll show you how to go forward!" Aiming my fat knob at her swollen crease, I parted her furry lips, then shoved. She yelped, then grabbed a pillow while I bucked, plunging deeper and deeper into her steamy cavity.

"Master! Oh, gods..." She moaned and widened her stance, while the evidence of her need coated her inner thighs.

Roughly yanking on her hips, I shoved her against the couch arm, hammering into her center while my balls slapping against her tender folds.

"Who do you belong to?" I demanded loudly.

"You, Master! You, forever and ever! Oh, gods!"

She grunted and panted for air as I worked her over, her hands clawing at the cushions and the pillow. Then she buried her face on the pillow and screamed. Her pussy clutched at me, pulsing and throbbing in time with her orgasm; the hard, little gateway to her womb kept brushing against the sensitive underside of my hard tip, like she had a thumb buried deep within her pussy jerking me off.

Sensations quickly reached the boiling point and I exploded inside her. Pushing as deep as I could, I grunted as my cock sprayed hot stream after hot stream into her core. After the fourth, my ejaculations faded, and I panted.

"That was pretty hot!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I whirled, disconnecting with Calia.

Ixma had joined us. Seeing my cock still oozing, she dropped to her knees in front of me and inhaled my length. Humming, sucking and licking, she soon had me clean. When she released me, she looked up. "Are you here for the afternoon, or do you have to go back to work?"

"I have to go. Sorry about that."

Using her finger, she used it to wipe a dab on her chin, which she promptly swallowed. "That's okay, Ranji. You go do what you gotta do. I'll take care of this mess."

Seeing her bury her face in Calia's messy pussy, the man part of me wanted to stay and give her some attention as well, but I knew it would be hours before I was going to get hard again. I mean I could feel it.

After securing my trousers, I leaned down and kissed her on the temple, then made my escape.

When I got back to work, I had plenty to occupy my mind.

Later that night, after the girls went to bed and everyone else retired, I went with Calia downstairs to the emergency shelter. I had expected to spend time with Ixma, but it was clear that arrangements had been made, because both Ixma and Izel made shooing motions toward me.

After laying down plenty of towels on her bed to help contain the wet spots, and after the quickie earlier that afternoon, we made love.

It felt good to get naked with her, to feel skin-to-skin contact, and by the scent on body, I could tell she had cleaned herself in the interim. Her breasts were too tender to play with too much, so I plundered her leaking sex, giving her pleasure until she begged me to put my cock inside her. As I moved into position, she lay back as I moved my crown through her fat, ruddy lips, coating the head. Then I pushed and her pussy lips parted, engulfing my knob.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, her face full of want, and as I pressed deeper, satisfaction filled her face. Working deeper still, I paused when my shaft was fully immersed into her clasping, slick heat, my balls snug against her wet lower lips. She lifted her legs and wrapped herself around me, looking at me with a delicious mix of love and hunger.