Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
"Now? I just started learning how to wield a sword..." James started, but saw Ernie's hard look, telling him that was the wrong thing to say.
"Any enemies you have will not wait until you are ready to challenge them in a fair fight. They will cut you down like the pup you are and relish the fact that they have denied you the chance to fight them fairly," she said in a clipped tone. "Defend yourself."
That was all the warning that James received before Li-Fan drew her blade and charged him. James brought his Katana up in the nick of time, batting aside her blade, but it swung around, seeking another angle. James parried that blow in time and struck back with a quick blow of his own. Li-Fan was momentarily caught by surprise before she continued to press the attack.
Although he was still green in sword combat, James managed to everything he could to stave off the small woman's attacks. He did so, but only just, and he took a few nicks from her sword. Not because she'd gotten past his defense, but because his posture was sloppy, and she nicked him every time to remind him of this.
Moments later, James was on the defense again, but this time, he remembered something that Ernie had shown him and locked up her blade with his. Li-Fan's disappointed scowl had turned into a slight smirk as she failed to disengage her blade from James'. The smirk faded immediately the moment she looked at his sword, eyes widening momentarily.
Using the moment's hesitation, James used his strength to throw Li-Fan back, staggering the woman. The move had ripped her hand away from her blade, but it landed at her feet as it, too, flew away from James. Ernie and the crew that were practicing had stopped to watch and were impressed with James being able to pull that off. They winced when they saw the First Officer's look and knew that James was about to take a serious beating.
"That sword, where did you get it?" Li-Fan demanded as she scooped up her blade, ready to use it again.
"Why does that matter now?" James asked in a hard voice while standing in a defensive posture.
"Tell me where you got it! You stole it, didn't you?!" Li-Fan raged as she executed a blindingly fast strike that would have lopped James' head off, had he not backpedaled.
"I did not steal it!" James fired back, his rage stoked to a full blaze as he countered, putting the Chinese woman on the defense for the first time.
"If you didn't steal it, where did you get it?!?" she demanded once again as she knocked James back with a series of cunning ripostes.
"It was left to me by my father! My mother kept it safe for me, as she didn't want my greedy uncle getting his filthy hands on it!" James growled, as they locked blades again.
"Who is your father?!" she ground out through clenched teeth.
"I don't know!"
"You don't know?? If you don't know, then you are unworthy of wielding this blade! If you don't know of your family's history, then how can you know what is expected of you?!? What your family legacy demands of you?!?" she ground out, before tripping James up, knocking him to the ground.
"It's not my fault! I wasn't told his name! I was left with only a clue about who he is... or was!" James responded furiously, but as respectfully as he could manage.
"Tell me the clue," Li-Fan demanded, putting the tip of her blade at the hollow of his throat.
"I was told, in a letter, that I was to find Margaret Bishop..." he began. Li-Fan then smirked in amusement, like she was about to laugh. She stopped herself as James finished the sentence. "... and to ask her about the lone samurai in the green hat."
The amusement on Li-Fan's face vanished instantly, replaced by absolute seriousness. She immediately sheathed her sword and offered a hand to James to help him up. Wary, but thinking he might have earned the First Officer's respect, he took her hand and got up. A realization had hit her, and James could see it in her eyes, that she knew who exactly he was.
"Ernest, you will resume teaching James here for the rest of the training block. James, tomorrow, you will arrive here on deck at six AM sharp and do not be late! You will join the men for firearms practice later in the day as per routine, but you will train your sword forms with me and me alone in the mornings. Am I understood?" she told them authoritatively.
"Yes, Sifu!" they replied.
"Sifu, do you know who my father is?" James asked, wanting to know if she knew.
"Aye, I do."
"Will you tell me who he is?" James asked pleadingly.
"No," she told him sternly.
"Why not?" he asked angrily.
"Because you haven't earned that right yet," she told him impassively.
"When will I have earned that right?" James asked, his anger abating.
"When you can beat me."
With that, she turned on her heel and left, leaving a bewildered bunch of crew members who stared at her and then James. James was both dumbstruck and angry, wanting to know who his father was and furious that Li-Fan was keeping this knowledge from him. He was snapped out of his daze by Ernie, who asked him a question. James didn't catch it the first time and asked Ernie to repeat himself.
"Who the hell are you, man?"
"I thought I knew, but that's something I'm still figuring out myself," James replied, with no deception in his voice.
"Whoever you are, the Sifu has never taken an interest in anyone this quickly! And almost nobody ever gets private lessons with her!" Ernie remarked.
"Who did get private lessons with her?" James wondered.
"Captain Greyheart and the former First Officer, Bettina Clarkson," Ernie said, keeping his voice deliberately low. "Well, she said we are to continue practicing for the rest of the time block, so let's get to it."
James hefted his sword and followed Ernie back to their sparring zone. Resuming his training of the greenhorn member of the crew, Ernie took him through blocks and parries again. Though James had done well to defend himself, the nicks and cuts all over him were a reminder of how undertrained he was. Ernie did his best, take James through the basics of everything he knew.
They went through more intermediate attack forms and defensive postures when a buzzer sounded once again. Looking about, James saw the men were packing up their gear and grabbing their belongings before heading off. He looked at Ernie and saw him doing the same. He then spotted another grouping of the crew coming out of the door, making their way to the range and sparring zone.
"Training is over for the day," Ernie informed him as he slung his coveralls over his shoulder.
"So, what now? Back to work?" James wondered.
"Nope. Right now, it's personal time, for at least two hours, before we get back to work. After that, it's dinner, then rack time," Ernie responded.
"OK! So, I can do what I like then?" James asked.
"For two hours and within reason. I'm off to do some reading," Ernie told him, clapping him on the shoulder. James nodded and figured that he'd get back to his cabin and get caught up on some reading, too. The book was coming up to some of his favorite parts about what else had happened in the world, and he was eager to reread it.
He had made his way into the airship and was on his way down to his quarters when he could feel someone following him. James turned around for a moment, only to be ambushed by Laura, who had jumped into his arms, kissing him. James was surprised by this, but wasn't foolish and kissed her back, enjoying the feel of her in his arms.
"Not that I mind the surprise, but what brought this on?" James wondered as he broke the kiss.
"I came up to find you and talk to you, but I saw everyone was practicing with their weapons and sat down to watch. I saw you fight that woman and even though you lost, I was... turned on?" she said, thinking that would be the correct term.
"Watching me fight got you all hot and bothered, then?" James asked with a smirk.
"Si! I want you right now!" she panted lustily. She grabbed at his shirt, wanting to tear it off and have him right there. James had other ideas and backed away from her, and she glared at him. He smirked once again and told her one simple phrase.
"Catch me if you can."
With that, he was off like a shot, laughing while Laura ran after him. He headed off to his quarters but veered away and went in another direction. Despite Laura being shorter than he was, she was gaining on him. It took her maybe two minutes of chasing before she finally tackled him, throwing the both of them to the floor. James turned over laughing and even though she was furious, Laura couldn't help but laugh a little herself.
"So, your quarters or mine?" James wondered.
"Mine, as it is literally just around the corner," she told him, panting with both exertion and desire.
Nodding, he stood up and let her lead him there. They walked into the room and it was like James' room, but large enough to accommodate two beds. They were both bolted to the floor, with a mid-sized nightstand in between them with an alarm clock atop of it. There was a door to their left, which led to the bathroom that both women would share. The wood paneling was done in pine, which gave nice ambiance and offset the metal floors.
Closing the door behind himself, James turned Laura around, placing her back on the door. Her chest heaving, Laura gazed up at James, waiting for him to begin. He kneeled in front of her, hiking up the skirt she wore, exposing her covered treasure to him. James saw a damp spot on her panties and knew that she was practically begging for it.
Pulling on the material, her pussy was now open to him, its puffy lips glistening with moisture. Wasting no time, James put his mouth to her swollen lips, lavishing them with his tongue. Laura moaned at the contact, her moans begging for more. He continued to lick and suck, eliciting cries of pleasure from the woman above him.
She then lifted a leg and placed one foot on his shoulder to give James better access to her depths. Seeing the invitation, his tongue migrated from her outer folds to her inner ones. He kept up the pressure that his organ was giving her, sensing she was getting close to blowing. Laura's breathing confirmed it, as it went from slow and languid to fast and torrential.
Continuing to lap at her leaky core, James pressed his face into her depths. He wanted nothing more than to see her squirm and writhe and was soon rewarded with a pleased squeal. He could feel her petals fluttering around his tongue as she shivered from the delightful sensation. Her staccato moan put a smile on James' face and bloomed into a grin as he stood up.
Laura then took his head in her hands and mashed her lips to his, taking hard and forceful kiss from her lover. James returned the kiss with equal fervor, his blood running so hot that he was already painstakingly hard. His pants, feeling uncomfortable, was an understatement as his cock was so hard that it could well have torn through them. Laura's hands slithered down and took hold of his root, smiling hungrily.
"Cock inside me, NOW!" she commanded him. Not even bothering to hesitate, James unbuckled his pants, dropping them and his shorts to the ground. His dick stood proudly at attention, pulsing with need. In one swift motion, James brought his cockhead to her entrance and plunged into her, relishing the velvety fire of her quim.
Groaning in delight, he buried himself up to the hilt, filling her up nicely. Squealing at this welcome intrusion, Laura raised her legs up and wrapped them around James' waist. Unfamiliar with this position, James was a little disconcerted by the sensation, until he saw and felt how much closer it put him to Laura.
Taking the hint, James sawed in and out of Laura's frothing quim, eager to hear her squeal again. Placing his hands on either cheek of her ass, James' grip tightened and continued to fuck his lover. Burying himself into her over and over was having an effect on both of them, and they wanted more. James continued to give her more, but the fire in Laura's eyes demanded something else.
Kissing him again, Laura pushed against him, detangling her legs as she carefully removed herself from him. At a slight loss for what she was getting at, James stood there confused, until she pushed him back on the bed. Right as he hit the mattress, Laura shed what was left of her clothing and crawled up to him. She tugged at the shirt he was still wearing, and he quickly divested himself of it.
Now that they were both completely naked, Laura's smile became even wider. She crawled over James, her intent clear at this point. Once their pelvises were aligned, she took his cock in hand and inserted it back into her pussy. Shivering at being joined once again, Laura then rocked back and forth on him, stretching herself out deliciously.
James' hand roved until he had her breasts in them, each one filling his hands nicely. He cupped them, keeping them from bouncing. Laura smiled at this and stopped rocking her hips, an idea entering her head. James looked at her quizzically for a moment until she planted her feet on either side of him.
At that moment, Laura then bounced up and down on James' cock. The slick organ withdrew and filled her with each pump of her hips, setting her nerves afire. Closing her eyes, Laura kept a good pace, riding James for all she was worth. She tired after several minutes of this, her legs unaccustomed to the exertion. Then James did something that gave her a second wind.
He met Laura's slams with thrusts of his own, meeting her halfway with each bounce. A surge of energy coursed through her, overwhelming every need except one; to chase and snatch the orgasm she could feel rising within her. Using the energy, she went into a frenzy, smashing her hips into James', wanting that release.
James could feel Laura nearing her peak and moved his hands from her tits to her ass, grabbing it firmly. She kept grinding herself onto her lover hard, seeking her release but falling just short, until James surprised her yet again. His hands moved away from her rear before they came down hard on it, slapping her cheeks.
Her eyes snapped open, bulging out of their sockets as the orgasm poured through her veins like liquid metal. Every nerve was on fire and she keened lowly, trying to keep herself from being heard. Another slap on her ass had her peak rise a bit higher and her voice went up a few octaves. James slapped her rump again, and she then kissed him violently, letting her passion take over for her.
The torrid kiss gave rise to James' inner beast, his desire for this woman jumping a few notches. Her body was mashed to his in this embrace, sending him into overdrive with lust. He knew that he would take this woman and take her hard, as his inner fire had risen to a fever pitch and needed to be quenched. The only way to do this was to take what he wanted and to take it now.
James pushed against Laura, getting himself up and removing his cock from her fluttering quim. She was still jittering from the aftershocks of her peak when James entered her again from behind. He propped her ass up to give him easier access to her waiting pussy, slotting himself into her in a singular stroke.
The fire in Laura's veins suddenly turned into lightning as he reamed the young woman, pillaging her treasure. She not loved the feel of it inside her, she wanted more of what James was giving. She backed her ass up against him with each stroke, wanting her lover to find his release as she had found hers.
James continued to hammer her hard, his inner beast wanting nothing more than to hear her scream. He could feel himself starting down the road to release and knew it would be soon. He slammed her so hard that he slipped out of her dripping quim and hurriedly tried to push himself back into her. Only when he pushed, James wasn't pushing into her squishy pussy, but her backdoor!
He pulled out of her when he heard her tell him, "No! Leave it there! I want your cazzo (cock) in my culo! (ass!) Keep pushing, but slowly and if I say stop, you stop."
Scarcely believing his luck, James did as he was told, despite wanting to ram his dick into her hole hard. He pushed in slowly, stretching her rear out, enjoying the intense pressure her anal muscles put on his dick. Inching his way, James kept pressing his turgid cock into her and she only had to tell him to stop once. Soon, he was seated in her ass, his balls resting against her pussy lips, enjoying the fire that spread through his loins.
"Just stay like that for a minute. I need to get used to you being back there. I've never had anyone so... big in my ass," Laura told him breathlessly. James nodded, the viselike pressure on his dick too much for him to be able to think straight. He stayed there but was going mad with desire, wanting to take Laura, but he needn't have fretted.
"Ok, start moving in and out, slowly," Laura told him. James obeyed her and moved his cock in and out of her as slow as he could. He'd heard tell from some of the boys, that that taking a woman in the ass was sometimes painful, but this was something else! She was tighter there than her pussy was and just as hot! The biggest difference he saw was that her ass wasn't as slick as he pussy was, but he was already slick with her juices by the time his cock found its way into her rear entrance.
"Faster," Laura told him as she moved against him. James pushed his way into her more quickly now, eager to be picking up the pace. He kept going, moving faster and faster, matching each movement of hers with one of his own. It wasn't long before he moved in and out of her almost as fast as he had been earlier.
"Harder!" Laura demanded through clenched teeth.
"You want it harder, do you?" James asked, his voice edged with lust.
"Si! Pound my culo and claim your prize! I want to be walking funny for at least a day!" Laura told him, egging him on.
The beast within him roaring approval, James took her at her word and increased the force of each thrust. Each slam made her ass jiggle delightfully, and James knew he would unload his seed into her soon. His balls boiled, wanting to be emptied, and he felt the rise in his loins, knowing it would be big.
James then slapped Laura's ass, watching her plump globes ripple under each strike. She moaned with each sting, feeling another orgasm rise within her, knowing she'd feel this one for a couple of days. She felt his balls smack against her leaky pussy, each slap sending pleasing shivers down her spine. James was teetering on the brink now, his release just out of reach, until he heard Laura's next five words.
"Fuck me like an animal!"
That did it for him, and James' thrusts became frenzied as he felt his cum race through his shaft, filling his woman's ass. He roared, not caring who heard him as he deposited his offering into Laura. She came with him, the crazed fucking setting her off as well. Her anal muscles clenched poor James' dick so hard she wasn't sure he'd be able to pull out of her.
The sweat poured off both of them as they slowly came apart, lying next to each other as they caught their breath. Though sated from their romp, Laura and James felt like there would be no end to these encounters they would be having. Unless one of them found someone else who was better than the other and that would be a rare find.
"That was..." Laura began, failing to find the words.
"Yes, it was!" James mumbled, his voice smiling like his face was.
"It will be one hell of a woman who manages to take and keep you," she said to him, meaning every word.
"Same about the man who makes you his wife," James told her honestly.
Smiling at the compliment, Laura got up and padded over to the unoccupied bathroom and started the water in the bathtub. James followed her in, needing a good wash as well. Though not nearly as lavish or spacious as Captain Greyheart's private bath, it was clean and well cared for. James checked to make sure that there were towels and soap before he stepped into the tub with Laura.
