Starlight Gleaming Ch. 22

"Yes, Master!" and she dutifully dove back into Ixma's sodden, gaping pussy. Ixma, who had lifted her head to watch me fondle Calia's pussy, flopped back and moaned, "Oh, Calia!"

I suspected I was supposed to just mount Calia right there, but I wanted to taste her arousal, so I leaned down and explored her engorged and very pink entrance with my tongue. We were fully engaged in that intoxicating practice for several pleasurable minutes. Ixma sighed and grunted while Calia struggled to focus on plundering Ixma's pussy while her own muffled grunts and whimpers of bliss kept distracting her.

At some point, Calia slipped some fingers into Ixma's needy center; enjoying the combination of deft fingers and an ardent tongue, Ixma gave herself over to shuddering waves of ecstasy. "Oh! Oh, Calia! I'm coming for you!"

With a slap to Calia's butt, I barked out, "Move!" and once Calia was clear, I yanked Ixma's legs up and pulled until her rear was on the bed's edge. While her pussy was still clenching and releasing, I pushed hard into her convulsing and dripping center, placing her legs on my shoulders.

Ixma's eyes flew open, startled by the sudden invasion while partially insensate from her orgasmic bliss. "Oh, gods! Oh, fuck! Ranji! You're gonna split me in two!"

As Little Mama cried out, I thrust again and again, moving deeper with every stroke, taking possession of her undulating tunnel of love. Once balls deep, I hammered into her with rapid strokes smacking wetly against her pussy. My thumb rolled around her fat little clit, the hard bead having already come out to play from the still fading orgasm. Then I gave it a tweak.

"Ranji! Ohhh, fuck!"

Her arms flailed as her eyes rolled up, overwhelmed as another orgasm hard on the heels of the first detonated within her core. Her throbbing pussy kept going and going, her nether lips squelching wetly around my shaft. The vigorous milking of her sheath around my length was enough to send me tumbling over the precipice. It was over quicker than I'd intended, but I enjoyed Ixma's blissful writhing beneath me and her pulsating pussy squelching wetly around my cock. Shoving hard and deep into her undulating cavity, I ground against her mound as I fired off hot blasts within her depths. With the first splash into her core, she gave a hard grunt, huffing and humping back at me.

"Oh, gods, I feel it! I can't... I can't stop coming! Oh gods oh gods... Ranji!"

Then Ixma went limp.

However, I knew she was still alive because her pussy was still actively throbbing around my hard member, encouraging me to keep flooding her hungry cavity with more hot sticky streams. I did my best to give her all I had.

"Oh, Master, you've destroyed her with pleasure!" Calia rolled onto her back, cackling with glee. "She will be tender for days, and that will make her happy. Ixma loves you so much. She's proud that she's your woman and that you've become so famous and well-liked at High Guard."

After my ejaculations faded, I waited a handful of seconds before I withdrew. Reaching over, I tugged at Calia till she lay next to her insensate lover and friend. With a knowing grin, she cheekily asked, "Is it my turn now?"

"You'd better believe it," I assured her.

Normally, I would have expected to go soft, but the whole thing with the two of them pleasuring each other was so hot, the reality more arousing than how I'd imagined it would be. Before I could shove my half-hard cock into her, Calia scooted down and engulfed my shaft, covered as it was with Ixma's juices and bits of my semen making for a musky, just-fucked combination. With her loving help, I was soon fully erect again.

When I moved between her legs, she eagerly took my cock and guided it to her dripping entrance. She moaned as I split apart her swollen lips, gained the first few inches, partially withdrew, and pushed further into her depths, opening her up further. Calia moaned, wrapping her legs around me as I opened her up and took full possession of her pussy. Two more strokes and I was hilt deep, her splayed lower lips wetly kissing my balls. I paused for a moment to enjoy feeling her body wrapped around my length.

"I love you so much, Ranji! Oh gods, your cock feels so good. Hard as steel, stuffing me full! It's hot and reaches into me so deep!" Her hand reached up and caressed my cheek. "My Master is so virile again - just like before. Ixma lies worn out, your seed dripping from her well-used pussy, and now... ugh! And now, you're in me!"

Her arousal grew as she watched me move her legs onto my shoulders.

"Master, are you going to ride my little pussy hard?"

"Oh, Calia," I promised, "I plan to hammer you into the mattress, but first I intend to take my time to fully enjoy your tight little tunnel of love. Then I will fill you up full."

"Yes, take me, just like you did her! Show me I'm yours. Make me take all of your come! Oh, sweet sensation!" Her face beamed at me in delight. "Oh, Master, I want everything you can give me!"

At a steady, unhurried pace, I stroked deep into her heated, slick center, withdrawing till only my tip was lodged at her entrance, then pushing all the way back into her, savoring the feel of how her insides parted and caressed my crown till with my balls rested against her sensitive rear end. For long moments we both enjoyed the friction of me moving inside her, our simmering passion slowly building together.

When I was ready to increase her pleasure, my fingers dipped down, coating the tips with her juices, and I used them to thrum the underside of her covered bead. In no time, it engorged even further, and I pinched and rolled it like I often did with her nipples.

"Oh, not fair!" she huffed, sparing a glance to watch my hand play her like a musical instrument. "You're gonna make me... oh gods! Ranji!"

Panting and shaking beneath me, her hands suddenly latched onto my arms, she tumbled headlong into her joyful reward, her pussy convulsing along the entire length of my cock. Once in the throes of her bliss, I moved my hands up to squeeze and fondle her breasts, enjoying the heft of them in my hands as my cock enjoyed the loving undulations within her pussy. Having come so recently, I was free to enjoy her steamy depths while molding and kneading her breasts.

When awareness came back into her eyes, as promised, I leaned down, bending her in half and pinning her legs to the mattress. Even as I had my way with her, she eagerly welcomed my possession of her womanhood, and she pulled me down and ardently kissed me. Finally, her need to breathe too much, she broke the kiss, heaving for air. I lifted up, taking my weight off her chest and belly while continuing to ruthlessly plunder her core. Calia panted for breath between her pleasured moans.

I went back to fondling her breasts, lightly pinching her hard nipples while fully hilting over and over into her sodden mound, giving her an extra grind against her clit.

"Link with me, my love?" she asked, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

Barely had the thought of my acceptance passed and all the sensations I had as a man taking my woman's pussy merged with feelings of being wonderfully and powerfully penetrated by a hard and thick male cock. My length forced her pussy to give way before my plunging shaft, and I felt what it was for her insides to be forced to shift aside to accommodate the heated insistence of my need. Quivers of pleasure rumbled around in her core, the briefest moment of wonder of her pussy fully enclosed my entire shaft, followed by the aching sense of loss each time I withdrew, her trembling flesh coming back together. Waves of love filled me, and I felt her joy at our union. I bucked harder into her loving depths. The physical sensations remained, the simultaneous sensations of being engulfed and penetrated and the disparate yet complimentary pleasure both brought. Like waves on the seashore, they washed over me again and again as waves built higher and higher to culminate in an even bigger wave. Then we crashed down together onto the shores of our shared climax.

No coherent thoughts were spoken, but I knew she loved me and I wanted her to know I loved her just as much. Hearing her pleasured whimpers, while feeling her pussy undulating around me, I somehow sprayed out more jets of semen, dousing her grotto with ropes of thick and sticky seed. She shivered as the heat spread within her core. My fat knob stirred up her cauldron, like her pussy was a churn and I was making butter in her from our mixing fluids.

Finally, the mutual connection separated as the twinges within my balls faded and her reciprocal squeezing diminished. I released my grip on her legs, and she sighed as she extended them alongside me. Pulling her with me, I carefully rolled us onto our sides, and we maintained our connection. We gave each other loving, gentle kisses and caresses while our heartbeats slowed, enjoying the satisfied afterglow of our shared love-making.

When I was squeezed out, Calia gave me an arch grin. "That was heavenly. I think we are both happy with how this turned out. How do you feel?"

I grinned at her. "I came twice, didn't I?"

Flashing disappointment, she explained, "Not what I was asking, Master. I altered your body earlier this week. Please take a moment to consider my question. You make love to your wife in the morning, and this afternoon you pleasured two of your mistresses, filling us both with your love. No pinching or aching in your balls? No feeling like you are done having sex for the day?"

I paused a moment to reflect, then answered, "Well, I think it will be some hours before I can get hard again, but now that you ask, while my balls feel empty, they don't hurt like I've overdone it."

She beamed happily, running her fingers through my hair. "You've been more energetic this past week, too."

"Well, whatever you did, however you did it, it seems to have worked. Thank you, Calia." Leaning to her, I gave her a slow, loving kiss to which she responded with the same contented affection. We both knew the passion and need weren't gone, but merely sated for the moment.

"My horny master is back!" she declared with a giggle. "Tell me, as I'm curious! Do plan to plunder the intimate treasures of your other two mistresses this evening? Remind them both what it means to be Ranji's woman and make it five for five?"

"I certainly will give it a try," I replied with a grin.

She giggled. "Oh, I'm so glad for you, Master. With your prowess restored, this upcoming vacation should be very satisfying indeed!"

At the end of the month - a time which was fast approaching - my family and I were planning to spend two weeks in Ocotépan, in Nahua State, with a short jaunt over to visit Janetta's mother and the pregnant Teela. Despite her antipathy toward her mother, Izel had convinced Janetta to visit with me and attempt to make amends.

After the two weeks were concluded, we planned for a week to visit my parents, and introduce my wife to them. Naturally, we would also visit with Bilan and his family. I was equally sure Sisi, as Princess of the World, would be ecstatic to visit with Bilan's sons, the Princes of Chimorro, for more of their high adventures of the imagination. Hopefully, Mina might even join them.

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Part 3 - Professional Developments

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My days commanding a security regiment continued to be busy. With repetition of the mundane tasks required by the Empire in its wisdom, I became used to the numerous reports and other sundry expected as a regimental CO. Even better, I not only became better able to organize my own time, but I also became faster. Not much, mind you, but I noticed. Besides the frequent meetings with my watch commanders, time at the gym, practice at the shooting range with Jay and Pen, updates with Doyya, my Second, and with Hachan, my XO, there were also weekly meetings with the Base Commandant, Air Service meetings with Field General Ulee'ar, and the special project committees I was assigned to participate and sometimes "find" volunteers to assist me.

My Air Service meetings with General Ulee'ar were my least favorite, and his belligerent tenor soon began to remind me of the late General Dagantochtlo. Well, to be honest, his previous endorsement of Lord Roshan as well as his quick accusations against my integrity had soured me to the man from the start.

That would have been unpleasant but tolerable. I have endured harassment before. As both Jay and Pen reminded me when my temper got short, this was a walk in the park compared to our time in the Seventh Hell.

However, word soon got out that he was making life for women at the Air Service C&C very difficult; working discreetly with General Barankoshto, arrangements were made for the targeted women to transfer to new units, usually within the Ground Service. As the weeks went by, various women learned to approach me with their transfer orders for me to take into my meeting so as to get his signature.

If I disliked the man before, I soon came to loathe the pompous prick and his attitudes. In short, the man was a bully who enjoyed browbeating others. Every time he signed a transfer order, he would complain it was a waste of the Empire's time and resources. Word got around about his attitude, and even the women servants refused to work for him, so he was forced to hire men. Of course, there were a few women who didn't care how he treated them because of the status of being the general's bedmate.

I endeavored to maintain a professional manner during meetings I had with him. I was quite clear with my staff that Hachan could attend alone - which he later told me he preferred not to do. As I said, he was a bully by temperament. I was adamant that Doyya not be subjected to his abrasive behavior without my presence to shield her. I even told her directly that if she was ever summoned to his office or if he showed up at the 602 when I wasn't around, that I was to be notified, day or night.

Unsurprisingly, his initial disdain worsened to borderline contempt. He made no secret of his belief that I hadn't earned my position on merit, that I "catered to the foibles of women," and with the outings that I sponsored for my troopers and others, I was an unrepentant "party boy." More than once mocked me for it. Once, he tried to bring up my wife and that I also had four mistresses, but I cut him off, warning him to think very carefully before he completed what he had intended to say, telling him in no uncertain terms that my women and my children were not topics germane to the business of the Air Service, and if he persisted, that I would lodge a formal protest and as a matter of honor, demand the right to duel with him. Unsurprisingly, General Ulee'ar changed the subject, but after the meeting, I politely vented to the Commandant about it.

While I was able to ignore him, I couldn't get around the fact that most of us in the room had important work to do while he blathered about fabricated "historical proofs" that women were incapable of being warriors, that they were ultimately untrustworthy - a ludicrous assertion! - that they lacked character, and worse. I pointed out that besides the generations of Empresses he was maligning, he was also impugning the honor of General Barankoshto as well.

After the third time, I decided to record these offensive monologues. I had good tools on my laptop; it had a special mode that could record even with the lid closed. Even better, it quickly identified voice prints and kept track of who was speaking, and transcribed a written copy at the same time!

Despite my warnings, the general continued to be lax in adhering to security protocols. And he never apologized for accusing me of trying to bribe that bastard Roshan!

On a related note, ever since my duel against the former Commandant, I checked on Lieutenant Hanti, CO of the 1025th Communications Detachment (Mail Carriers). She had initially been horrified by my being poisoned during the duel, and it took some assurances after my recovery that she was not in any way at fault.

That incident was another that survived because of Calia's intervention. Once I was healed up and discharged, I was involved in the court martial proceedings against Captain Belliko. I tried to get him dishonorably discharged, but because I had also pushed to have him castrated for his history of violence against Hanti and the other women within his command, he had a strong case for remaining in the Air Service. While I had the Protection Order behind me, along with his history of violence against the women in his command and his witnessed attempts to intimidate Hanti, Belliko had years of legal precedent supporting his right to demand that Hanti and any other women of his choice service his cock whenever and however he wanted.

Belliko and his defense attorney were clear they would fight both a dishonorable discharge and my demand he be castrated. Because of the Nanotech technology, having him punished by castration was actually on the table according to JAG. While he would have to endure the pain and the humiliation, he could use his own money - about five thousand credits - to have his cock and balls regrown. I had asked Hanti what her preferences were, and she liked the idea of taking his cock and balls as a trophy, even if his castration was just until he could have it regrown once he was away from High Guard. Belliko paled as the punishment was ordered, and Hanti watched it happen.

Hanti received Belliko's junk in a sealed impact-resistant container filled with a preservative. There was a large label identifying the previous owner, and that it had been awarded to Lieutenant Hanti in just compensation for her injuries, citing the JAG case number. I heard through the rumor mill that Hanti's unit threw her quite a party with the jar on prominent display, and that said container with its contents currently occupies a prominent place on a shelf amongst her other awards in her office.

As expected, once transferred away from High Guard, the first thing Belliko did was visit the nearest Nanotech Center. My connections through Imperial Security did have some benefits.

Despite warnings to cease his unseemly warfare against the women in the Air Service, General Ulee'ar continued to pressure women officers to leave his immediate command. While General Barankoshto or the Commandant had to do some shuffling to keep the numbers and budget aligned, they made it work. Neither the Commandant nor General Barankoshto appreciated the hassle, and they let General Ulee'ar know their displeasure at his actions, citing the fact that he was at odds with the Commandant's own orders on the matter. General Ulee'ar was well versed in military regs and blustered his way through half-apologies. Thus warned, he was less overt with his subsequent targets.

Somehow, Lieutenant Hanti appeared on General Ulee'ar's radar, and she soon became his current fixation. He took the unusual step of personally writing a scathing Quarterly Performance Review; the Review is part of how one gets promoted, and it can most definitely have an impact on one's career. The tone and verbiage used caused Hanti some distress; two such reviews from a flag officer, especially back-to-back, could potentially cost her her command or possibly result in her getting demoted.

Hanti's sergeant, Third Sergeant Villea, had kept in touch with Hanami ever since Belliko's court martial and the sergeant's recovery from her injuries. My admin made me aware of Hanti's predicament.

While against regs because I didn't have a need to know as Hanti wasn't under investigation, I was provided a copy of Hanti's Review by way of Villea and Hanami. When I realized the dates for the so-called "lapses in delivery services" and "her failure to complete the assigned tasks" had occurred in the days and weeks after the raid by Atlantis - times when many other services and tasks were challenging or even nonexistent. I grew angry. Some quick research revealed that during the attack, one mail carrier had been killed and three others seriously injured, making a huge dent in her available working staff. That was in addition to the many vehicles that had been destroyed in the raid. Based on his word choice, the general's review actually implied that the vehicles were lost as a result of Hanti's poor decisions and inferior organizational skills rather than through direct enemy action.