Starlight Gleaming Ch. 07

"Give her the neckerchief, Ranji."

I handed it to Zinja. She held it, staring at it.

"I've always thought you incredibly beautiful, Mama," Ixma whispered, touching her mother gently. "I want you to be safe, too."

Surprised and overwhelmed, Zinja looked at her daughter. Without further resistence, she tied it around her single braid.

Then Zinja asked, "What about Chanotl or Zinochtli? They were surprised the last time, but they may decide to push things yet."

"Who are they?" Janetta demanded, eyes narrowing.

"Ixma told me about it," Zinja said as she looked at me. "Two officers wanted to fuck my girl outside of the Commissary. They weren't even going to do it off the main street. The Lieutenant here came to her rescue. Even then, they wanted him to do her right there to prove she was his, but Ixma and the Lieutenant convinced them they really were a couple so nothing happened."

Janetta raised her eyebrows and glanced at me before turning back to Zinja. "Just how did they convince these two officers?"

"Ixma kissed him. Open mouth, sir. With lots of--"

"I get it, I get it. Was that all?" Janetta looked at Ixma, then back at her mother.

"And she showed him her card." Zinja put her hand onto Ixma's shoulder and squeezed it.

"What kind of card?"

"Get it out and show her, girl."

Ixma dug into her pocket for her wallet, not looking at her lieutenant. She pulled out the charge card and handed it over.

Janetta took it, then looked at me. "Seven hells. That's a silver card, Ranji! Silver! My own card is brown, and the only reason it isn't black is because I still have four credits to my name. Maybe a little less fucking and a bit more talking between us is in order." Then she took a deep breath and read the names. "Ranji Kandikan and Ixma Ba'lanchicotl. Well, with this, I'd have no trouble believing you two were a couple." She gave Ixma back the card. Ixma returned it to her wallet, then went back into the kitchen to stand behind her mother.

"Well, I'm glad you weren't hurt, Corporal. That's the honest truth." Janetta turned her attention back to me. "Talk to me, Kandikan. How did this card come about?"

"Convenience," I replied calmly. "With this poor excuse for a refrigerator, food has to be picked up every two or three days. Ixma, with or without her mother, can do whatever shopping that's needed without having me come down and pay for it. I can't always get to the Commissary easily, and giving her the card made perfect sense. It still does. Ixma does a lot of the errands and chores around here while Zinja and Cholan are helping you at the hangar."

Janetta nodded, taking a long breath. "It does make perfect sense. Are you going to make cards for them, too?"

I blinked in surprise, then shrugged. "Sure. I'll take care of it."

Zinja cleared her throat. "There's more, sir."

"Go on," she urged quietly, glancing at me again.

"When your Lieutenant came back from his trip, someone had taken his vehicle. It was this same Zinochtli. He seems to have turned his disappointment into a personal insult. Lieutenant Kandikan made sure I knew about it. I haven't let my girl go out alone since then."

"I see." Janetta took a long pull on her beer then rubbed her temple. "What do you know about this tapir's prick, Ranji?"

"Nothing at the moment. He's a Senior Lieutenant, and Chanotl is a full Lieutenant. I don't know anything else. I came back to High Guard four days ago after visiting my parents. Zinochtli has done one bit since trying for Ixma ten days ago. It may be over or it may just be starting. I warned Zinja just to be sure. I do intend to look into the matter."

Frowning, Janetta finished her beer and tossed the empty onto the floor. I went to the mini-fridge and got her another. She took it without comment. "That makes the prescription changes very suspicious, Ranji. Find out what you can. About Zinochtli, Chanotl, and about the pills. We'll go from there."

She took a long pull of the beer. Then she looked at me. "Did you hear anything about your orders today?"

The others looked at me, too. Cholan was surprised, Zinja thoughtful, and Ixma looked both sad and worried.

"It's not permanent," I explained to the others. "It's for six weeks. And no, I haven't yet, but I do have to go to Capisco tomorrow afternoon. So I expect it will be soon."

"Six weeks?" Ixma quietly asked.

I nodded.

"At lot can happen in that time," Janetta said. "Cholan? How many of your old pills you got left?"

"I'm out as of today, Lieutenant."

"Ixma? How many do you have?"

"Four, sir."

"Ixma, give two of them to Sergeant Cholan. Second Sergeant Zinja, you are supposed to keep me in the loop. I need to know about this kind of shit when it happens, not days later."

"Begging your pardon, sir, but you weren't letting me tell you much of anything at the time." Zinja pursed her lips.

Janetta stared at her a moment, then nodded. "I admit I have been a total bitch these past few weeks. I remember you trying to get me to eat among other things. Fair enough, Sergeant. I promise to pay more attention to what you say and maybe I can keep my head out of my ass." Turning to me, she asked, "In light of your vehicle being taken, do you think I'm being paranoid?"

I shook my head. "If they aren't birth control pills, I'll pick up replacements while I'm in Capisco."

"If it turns out that they are not birth control pills, I'm going to want a piece of whoever did the switch, and by all the gods that piece will be in bloody flesh." Janetta looked at her crew. "While I'm still standing, no one tries to hurt my people and gets away with it. You are mine. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir." Relief on their faces at being reassured. Ixma went to their room.

Janetta finished her beer. As fast as she downed it, I knew something else was percolating in that head of hers.

Ixma came out and gave two pills to Cholan. Cholan swallowed them both.

"Part of me thinks I need to start listening to you more, Ranji. But I still think the neckerchiefs are the right way to go. If I could, I'd wear one myself, even if it is only one pip."

"Ah, grade and rank," I responded, smiling. "Does that mean you want to be on top, Lieutenant?"

She burst out laughing, nodding. "Sometimes, yes. Still, I've no complaints, Ranji." Then she grew serious again. "With the neckerchiefs, all of my team are marked as your women. I'd prefer if they had men of their own, but seeing how I hardly ever let them have a spare second to call their own, that's not likely to happen. I'd rather be prepared, and if they are asked, I want them to be able to speak truthfully."

Suddenly understanding, Zinja spoke up. "That's not necessary, sir! Really. He's a good man, but I don't need it." She made to remove the neckerchief from her hair.

"Stop right there, Second Sergeant," Janetta growled. "You've already expressed your thoughts, but this is how I want it to be. You are marked as his woman and that's all there is to it. And we'd better make sure it's not a lie before you leave, Ranji."

Folding my arms, I frowned. "She said she doesn't feel comfortable with the idea. You've told me a woman should have the right to say no. I agree with that idea. The neckerchiefs are one thing. I know you want to protect them, but not against their will!"

Janetta scowled, considering my words.

Zinja stared at me, then shook her head. "You got it wrong, sir. We watched you and our Lieutenant for months, whenever we could. While you stretched her, making her glad she was a woman, our own hands were busy, keeping pace. When you filled her up, we imagined being filled, too. I've got no problem with the notion of you stretching my pussy. I've thought about it, wondering what it would be like to be with a man who was gentle, who actually cared about whether I wanted it too. No, sir. It's that you are her man, and you love each other."

Zinja turned to look at Janetta. "More so, she needs you. Only now is she starting to admit how much. She's taken a lot to become an officer and some of those wounds haven't healed proper. They need tending. When she gets into her jet and straps in, she gets a blissful, settled look for just a moment, that all the hardship was worth the price to finally be there in that cockpit. That night after you arrived, I saw that same look on her face when you carried her to your bedroom. That's how I knew she loved you." She turned back to speak at me. "It's my job to take care of her aircraft and to see that everything runs smooth for her. We got a good crew, and you're a help, sir, no denying that. It's you and her that I don't want to mess with."

Janetta got up and walked over to Zinja. Then she kissed her on both cheeks before embracing her, causing the older woman to blush. "I haven't heard you talk so much since that time we got into that bar fight in Mahongo. You have a good solid right cross."

"I was aiming for the guy behind you. You just got in the way, sir."

"So I did," Janetta grinned, taking her hand. "Come with me."

When Zinja realized she was taking her into the bedroom, she started to protest. "Sir? Ahem, sir?"

Janetta pulled harder on Zinja's hand. "Kandikan, say goodnight and get in here!"

Cholan got up and put her arm around Ixma. "Come on, girl. You can sleep with me tonight."

I entered the bedroom and closed the door. Took a deep breath.

Janetta stood in front of Zinja, kissing her neck gently. "I do depend on you, Zinja, for so many things." The taller woman stood straight, eyes closed. "In just a few days, Ranji has spoiled me for sleeping alone. I find it very comforting to have someone sharing my bed. Would you consider sharing my bed while he's gone?"

"Sir?"

Janetta switched to the other side of her neck. Kissing lightly and breathing on her skin. "To keep me company. Until he comes back. Would you do that for me?"

"I .. uh, .. sir?"

Stepping back, Janetta sighed. "How long have we known each other?"

"Two and a half years, sir. A year since I was posted to your command."

"I remember what happened after that fight at Mahongo. I didn't for a long time, but I remember now."

Zinja swallowed.

"That was a good fight. And I remember the metl juice you bought, and us drinking it down. I was almost blind drunk, but you took me to your home, made sure I was safe." Janetta slowly unbuttoned Zinja's shirt, pulling up the tails from her trousers.

"Sir, I--"

Janetta put her finger to Zinja's lips. "I thought it the luck of the gods, finding an Air Service mechanic in that bar, and one willing to fight by my side without even knowing me. And at Tikun, when the days were bad and the nights even worse, you held me through the night."

Janetta removed her shirt and her bra, leaving Zinja topless. Thumbing her nipples and kneading her small globes, Janetta murmured, "This isn't a duty, Zinja. You can say no, and I'll respect that. If--mmmph!"

Zinja cupped Janetta's face and kissed her hard and urgent. I leaned back against the wall, enjoying the proceedings. When Zinja broke the kiss, both of them were breathing hard. Janetta blinking in surprise, slowly licking her lips.

"I got an aching curiosity, sir. Had it for a while. If you want me to warm your bed, I need to know first."

"What's that?" Janetta breathed.

"If your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips."

Janetta laughed. "I'm not sure I know what to say to that. I have no idea how my pussy tastes. And if by some chance I did taste it, I must have blocked that memory out. You prefer women, Zinja?"

"Not especially. Been with others before. Some women officers can be as cold and heartless as some of the men. Worse in a way, because they should know better. Never been asked by anyone before I had to put out. I like and respect both of you a lot and I'm thinking this could be really good."

"I've never been with a woman I didn't have to fuck either. I like and respect you, too. Ranji, will you get the lights? Looks like Zinja and I have some things to work out first. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all." I went over and lit the candle on her dresser while they kissed again. "But I also don't intend to sleep on the couch in the front room. It's too damn short."

Zinja leaned down and worked on Janetta's breasts.

Janetta arched, letting the taller, older woman have free rein. "You sleep with me while you are here, Ranji ... oh, that feels nice. Ah! Just .. just get undressed and get into bed. We'll .. get to you .. when we can."

I turned off the light, set my alarm and undressed. When I turned back to them, they were removing their boots and socks. While I climbed into bed, I watched Zinja drop to her knees and begin slowly caressing Janetta's mound with her hand, then rubbing her mouth along the cloth covering her center. When Zinja unbuckled Janetta's belt and began sliding her trousers down, Janetta was breathing hard, punctuated by slight catches. Her panties quickly followed. Zinja kissed along her thighs, inching slowly inward and upward to her cleft. Janetta moved back until she reached the bed, then scooted further back. Zinja moved with her, moving up to kiss her mouth and neck, then to suckle and knead. Janetta moaned in appreciation.

Between the both of them, the air smelled of feminine arousal. Even though I'd recently filled Janetta, my cock was twitching. With the little bit of blood remaining in my brain, I believed what I'd told Janetta, that two hearts together are stronger than one alone. She is right in that we really can't be monogamous. Our society won't permit that for women, even warriors. Maybe the Emperor is the only one who can be, but how do I know what pressures or deals he has to live with? Like Janetta, I readily admit I enjoy sex. But it's Janetta I think about when I want it; she's my first choice.

Laying on the bed next to me, Zinja on top, she sucked and teased with her teeth Janetta's larger breasts. Her hips slid over Janetta's mound. Their breathing picked up, and Zinja kissed and nibbled under one breast, then zigzagged across her belly. Janetta lifted her legs when her lips caressed her inner thighs, slowly circling in closer and closer toward Janetta's leaking, swollen pussy.

It takes me a moment to realize I'm slowly stroking my cock. They may sate themselves and want to go to sleep afterward. Then again, they may decide they want more and I will be expected to provide the more. Best if I don't stoke my own fires too high. It gets more difficult to resist, though. I love Janetta, and listening to her moans and wet, squishy sounds, and watching her hump against Zinja's face causes me to squeeze my pelvic muscles, making my cock harder. The air is filled with the smell of sex. This is becoming a real test.

When Janetta suddenly arches her back, gasping, her hands pulling Zinja into her sopping crotch, I flash on the image of me pushing Zinja aside and riding Janetta hard and rough and deep. Touching my cock, I find the crown is wet with pre-cum dribbling out. I stretch and force myself to breathe long and slow.

Zinja moves up, spreading Janetta's legs wider, moving her clit against Janetta's. The grind is fascinating to watch. The slow circular motions of Zinja's hips, lifting up to run her folds over Janetta's swollen nubbin, then trying to push her clit into Janetta's leaking center. Sounds of wet flesh frisking against wet flesh grow louder, their musky scent permeating the air. Both of them actively rubbing their sexes against each other, hips moving and jerking. A little faster with each thrusting. Zinja is definitely a lot noisier when she's aroused. Her mouth hangs open as she stares at Janetta, wordless cries coming from her mouth.

Then they were there. Janetta arching her back on the bed again, shaking and gasping. Zinja wailing as she grabbed Janetta's legs to steady herself, shaking and grinding against Janetta.

Heaving, Zinja collapsed and Janetta wrapped her legs around her, hugging her tight, both of them breathing heavily. Soon they kiss and laugh and kiss again, murmuring quietly.

Janetta catches my intense gaze on them. Then she sees my hard cock and grins. "Hi, Ranji. Are you ready?"

"After watching the two of you, I'm pretty wound up. I'll try and last as long as I can. Were you planning on just watching, Janetta?"

"What else?"

"Doesn't have to be that way. If Zinja wants to have me all to herself that's one thing. If she still wants to spend time with you, that too is an option."

Janetta raised her eyebrows. "What are you going on about, Kandikan? Zinja is soaked. It's time you stretched her insides."

"I could do that. Or, you two can move your butts to the edge of the bed, and I take turns entering each of you while you continue to kiss and fondle each other. Or, I can lie back, and you can sit on my face while I lick your pussy and Zinja can ride my cock."

Janetta's jaw dropped, so I got up while she responded. "How do you even know about such things, Kandikan? I mean --" I grabbed Janetta's legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

"Wrap your legs around Zinja. Zinja, widen your stance over Janetta. And if you feel inclined, you can rub each other's clit."

Her legs went around Zinja's waist and Zinja moved her legs apart as she put her hand atop Janetta's swollen nubbin, rubbing gently around it. Lowering my cock, I pressed into Janetta's gaping crevice, steadying myself by holding onto Zinja.

"Holy shit," Janetta grunted. I stroked into her several times, and her head fell back onto the bed, huffing and moving her pussy to swallow me deeper into her body. I pulled out, and guiding my slickened shaft, I put it at Zinja's soaked pussy. Both of their inner thighs were slick from their dripping honey. Slowly I pushed, parting Zinja's fat nether lips. Zinja stopped rubbing Janetta and sucked air while I penetrated her hot, wet channel.

By the third stroke, I was almost all the way in and she trembled.

"By the gods ... he's ... unnnh ... ohhhhhh ...so full!"

"Big, isn't he?" Janetta caressed her face.

The older woman sucked air, nodding vigorously, her body tensed.

"It's not hurting you, is it?" Janetta murmured gently. "No? That's good. Just try to enjoy it."

I stroked in again and felt my balls brush up against her labia. Zinja grunted again, then whimpering as she shoved back, pressing hard against me, her pussy throbbing around my shaft. I didn't move too much because I was too close myself.

Zinja gasped and shivered for several seconds, then dropped onto Janetta's chest, breathing heavily. I pulled out and aiming lower, re-entered Janetta. Stroking slowly within her buttery center, pressing against her.

Janetta closed her eyes and sighed. "You feel really good, Ranji. I think Zinja likes you, too. Ohh. Mmmm. That's nice." For several minutes I stirred my cock within her frothy center. Janetta's moans and my own sighs were echoed by the wet slick sounds of my moving within her swollen nether lips. Then I pulled out and pressed slowly back inside Zinja. The older woman shivered again, arching her back. Stroking gently, easy, I continued deeper explorations until this time my hips pressed against her butt. She barely breathed the whole time I moved within her throbbing folds.

Switching off back and forth, I was able to prolong my own ejaculation for a while, giving both of them pleasure. And, Janetta realized that she could kiss and mold Zinja's breasts, flicking her nipples while I worked myself within their slick, warm centers. Zinja responded to the attention, kissing and nibbling and groping and squeezing in return.

Eventually, though, the pressure and sensations rose within my shaft down to my balls, and I stroked faster and faster. I was in Janetta, moving in and out quickly. My balls tightened. Pulling out of Janetta, I rammed into Zinja's wet heat and she yelled at the sudden invasion. On the third stroke, my cock swelled and Zinja arched and bucked as I sprayed her inner walls with hot semen. I gave her a couple of pulses and then moved down and dropped back into Janetta's steamy center, coating the entire length of her channel with sperm. I gave her some creamy strokes and then re-entered Zinja, pumping hard into her dripping folds, giving her the last twitches from my balls.