I had gotten much better at operating the food processor over the last couple weeks. However, if Cinnamon got in the galley before me, she typically made my meal for me. I was liking that. It made her appear more wife-like.
Honey sat across from me to leave a space for Cinnamon beside me. Strawberry sat beside the white-haired mechanic with body language like she belonged there. The two of them had issues with each other, so I assumed the redhead was trying to indicate that she was part of our group now.
"How is the comm study coming?" Strawberry asked my Cinny girl.
"Good," my best friend replied. "I shouldn't have any trouble handling the basics by the time we come in contact with a station or another ship."
"I figured as much," Strawberry replied between bites. "I always thought that you could handle more than just cargo work. What made you decide to go into that field?"
"It was easy," Cinnamon answered casually. "A fast way to get off the station."
I remembered back to my visit to Strawberry's bedroom. A rare moment where she opened up to me, telling me about her father and her life before the Arketa Moreta.
"I think Strawberry knows how you felt," I offered, taking a risk.
Both of my friends turned their attention to the freckle faced systems specialist. I knew that I was taking a chance revealing something private about the woman. However, if she wanted to get in tight with my group, this was a good opportunity.
Strawberry stared at me for a few seconds, perhaps trying to ascertain where I was going with this conversation. I gave her a friendly smile and a shrug with my shoulders to indicate that I wasn't stirring up trouble.
"Yes, I do," she finally responded. Then she made eye contact with Honey before saying, "I think we all had that in common. The stars called to us. A new life. But it didn't change all that much, did it?"
"How so?" Honey asked. I was happy to see a calm discussion involving those two.
"King and Koradd liked dominating us just like the men on Crimson Loop."
"They were our bosses," Cinnamon said with her mouth full. She finished chewing before continuing. "But they were a little rough and demanding."
"Yes, they were," Strawberry agreed. "I get the impression that you didn't see the worst of it, though. I'm not sure why. Both you and Honeysuckle are as pretty as the rest of us. But they focused more on me and Sage. And Coffee, of course. Did she ever tell you what Koradd did to her?"
Everyone stopped. Apparently, I wasn't the only one in the dark on this subject. Also, the mere mention of my dead lover got me a bit emotional. I could see the other girls were feeling the same way.
"Oh," Strawberry said quietly. "I'm sorry about that. I probably shouldn't have brought that up. It was her story to tell. With both of them gone now, it doesn't matter. Forget that I said anything."
No one tried to pry the information out of her. We had too much love and respect for Coffee to take a chance on having our memories altered. I personally wanted to always remember her the way that I knew her. I could still hear her laughter in my ear as I kissed her neck. The touch of her circuitry tattoo on her silky skin. The pure joy of having her in my embrace. Suddenly, my arms got too heavy to raise the food to my mouth.
Then I caught Strawberry studying me once again. Was she trying to manipulate us with that comment about Coffee? This girl was confusing. Just when I thought I had her, she did something to make herself resemble Sage instead.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cinnamon graciously invited me into her bed for the night. My quarters were in a bit of disarray due to the hull repair. Or should I say re-repair. The wall had already been reconstructed and the lockers bent back into functioning shape. Unfortunately, they had to be torn out again to make sure there was no weakness in the innermost layers of the hull that would trigger another alarm once in flight.
I knew how my favorite girl felt about spending the night with me. She enjoyed my company in her bed, but she wasn't quite ready for sex yet. The mutual masturbation scene that we experienced together recently might be the best that I could get from her. I desperately looked for signs that she was interested in some more action. Instead, her body snuggled against mine like she was prepared to fall asleep.
"Do you have another erection?" she asked as her eyes were glued to the tented-up portion of the ultra-thin blanket.
"I'm afraid that can't be helped, Cinny," I answered. It was true to a degree. However, my mind was on sex and feeding the muscle more blood than the situation probably called for.
"Is it going to be this way every night?" she asked, redirecting her eyes to mine. "Are you going to try to get some kind of sexual favor from me every time that we sleep together?"
Was that so wrong? Did she really have no clue how men thought? What guy would crawl under the covers with her and not at least think about the opportunity?
"No," I lied. It may have been the best performance of my life. This lie meant a lot to me. "It is just a physical reaction to being do close to you, and naked."
"Maybe you should put your clothes back on," Cinnamon suggested. "I didn't take off my underwear. Why did you?"
"I sleep better in the nude," I told her, almost in a whimper. "I'm sorry that my penis disturbs you. Maybe we should spoon so that you don't have to look at it."
"No, no," she answered. "Then you'll be pushing it between my ass cheeks, looking for a hole to shove it in. I'm not falling for that trick."
I laughed, though really, I was a bit disappointed. I just didn't want her to know that. "I promised you that I wouldn't penetrate you at least a dozen times."
"Penetrate me a dozen times?" she repeated in shock.
"No, that is not what I meant," I chuckled at my mistake. "I have told you at least a dozen times that I wouldn't penetrate you until you are ready. Is it so wrong for my privates to rub against yours without venturing inside? Wouldn't you get some enjoyment from the contact?"
She appeared to be taking offense at the suggestion initially, but then her beautiful face calmed. A moment later it looked like she was contemplating the idea. "Would that work?" she asked.
"Work how?" I responded, eager to say absolutely yes, but needing to clarify the question to be safe. "Are you asking if you could have an orgasm from my cock rubbing against your pussy? Sure, that could certainly happen."
Cinnamon began to roll over but stopped halfway to provide some instructions. "My vagina is going to get really wet. Make sure you don't accidentally slip inside, okay?"
"I'll do my best," I eagerly replied as I pushed my body closer to hers.
"No," she responded forcefully, placing one hand against my chest. "If we are going to do this, you have to promise."
"Okay, okay. I promise. I'm sure that if I start to go inside of you there is a barrier that will prevent me from going very far anyway. Right?"
"How would I know?"
"You are the virgin," I told her. Then realizing that I was ruining my opportunity, I said, "Never mind. Everything will be fine. Now take off those panties before a punch a hole in them by mistake."
"Oh, my stars, Kash. Maybe this is a bad idea. You can be so rough."
She had no idea. Cinnamon was of the delicate flower variety. Not all women were. Not by a long shot. Many preferred a vagina pounding each time they had sex. Others wanted to be roughed up like I was forcing it on them. Well, actually, I had only been with one girl like that. But once a man gives in to that role it is hard to go completely back across the line. Can I be rough? Oh, hell yeah!
Of course, this was not the time for it. Not even close. I needed to be gentle and attentive. I could do that, I thought.
Cinnamon slipped her panties off and pushed that sweet ass timidly up against me. The smell of her signature scent filled the air when she lifted one leg to let me slide into position. That meant that she was getting horny. I breathed in her aroma anxiously.
I concentrated on rubbing the head of my pecker against the folds of her vagina, trying to get moi
sture to release from the orifice. In order for this to work, for both of us, we would need to get her very wet. The hole, the lips, and her clit.
"Use your hand," I told her. "Push the head against you to make your pussy feel good."
"It is so thick," she replied as she followed my instructions. "You are right, I think. If you accidentally slipped into my vagina you wouldn't make it far without some force. I trust you will be able to control yourself if that happened."
"Of course, Cinny. I promised."
It wasn't long before she was well lubricated, providing a very effective slip and slide for my willy. I began thrusting slowly to apply friction to the lips while rubbing her tiny knob just beyond. I could tell that it was working by the way her body instinctively joined my rhythm. I reached around with one hand to softly caress a firm young breast.
After a couple minutes I felt comfortable thrusting between her thighs a little faster. She did not complain, so I added just a tiny bit of force, having my pelvis contact her gorgeous tan ass cheeks. This was going well, I thought. Maybe too well. I could feel my body beginning to twitch, the way it did when it wanted to go harder and deeper. I concentrated on controlling myself.
I was worried that the accelerated pace wasn't providing enough pressure to her clit. So, I told her to keep pushing my head against it. More firmly even. She didn't need to be told twice. I could tell then that she was enjoying the experience as much as I was.
I felt the tip of my penis pushing into her palm as her slender long fingers rubbed underneath the shaft with each thrust. Her pelvis bone was applying a lot of pressure to the top as she ground against me. It didn't take long before her body started shuddering.
Her breathing was heavy, but she wasn't screaming or cursing. It was an orgasm alright, but not the kind that I was used to. Her hips bucked as her whole body convulsed. She nearly headbutted me with the back of her skull as it wildly jumped toward my head. Her lovely hair was all over my face completely blocking my view, but that was okay. My eyes were closed anyway as I felt my own climax coming on.
Cinnamon moaned as her movement transitioned into just a constant vibration. I kept banging away, careful not to push upwards into her tight cunny. The force of her hand was making the tip of my head brush against the bony entrance with each thrust.
Then it happened. As she was coming down from her orgasm mine was just beginning. I groaned so hard that my teeth hurt from clenching. I was doing my best not to make any more noise than she did. It wasn't easy.
I released my semen into the palm of her hand. To her credit, she did not shy away from receiving it. Her elated state surely contributed to her desire to see me through to the end. Of course, my orgasm didn't last near as long as hers.
I opened my eyes and realized that my hand was still clenched around her breast. I hoped that I hadn't hurt her. I released my grip and used that hand to remove her hair from my face. Meanwhile her ass was pushing against me like she was afraid something might explode if she didn't.
"Are you done?" she asked politely.
"Yes. Thank you very much. That was wonderful. Did you enjoy it?"
"Absolutely, Kash. Surely you could see that I did." After a brief chuckle, she then said, "I'm afraid to pull my hand away and make a mess. Can you help me?"
Together we cleaned up and it felt very much like we had just had vaginal sex. And I told her so. I was hoping the experience got us considerably closer to the real act.
"Maybe next time you will want me inside of you," I told her. "I promise to be gentle."
"I don't know," she responded. "You were banging away pretty good there at the end."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't do that until you are ready. You understand? We’ll go really slow until you are accustomed to my girth inside of you. Then we slowly pick up the pace. You get to decide how fast and how deep the whole time. It will be great for both of us. I guarantee it. Don't worry."
"Okay," she replied as she snuggled up on my chest, her leg draped across mine. "I think I'll be ready soon."
"Yeah?" I asked excitedly, looking down into her eyes.
"Yeah."
CHAPTER SIX
The next day Honeysuckle and I were finishing up the repair work on the exhaust port when Sage suddenly walked up with the rifle. She had relieved Strawberry of guard duty just as she had indicated that she was willing to do. Still, I was surprised to see her go through with it. I knew she must have an agenda that went along with the decision. It didn't take long before she revealed it.
"I'm surprised to see you out here," I said without thinking.
"I'm here to make sure you don't let the animals loose again before we take off," she told me.
Fuck. How did I not see that coming? I had promised Teddy, Gako and Dawynda another opportunity to roam free before we launched. It was hard to tell how long they would be cooped up inside the ship after that. It might not make a huge difference to Teddy, but the dragons needed much more breathing room than our cargo hold allowed.
If I broke my promise to follow Sage's order, I would lose ground with my friends. If I disobeyed her order, she had every right to strip me of rank and responsibility. That meant that I would have no freedom do anything, let alone mastermind a coup. Also, she would replace me as the pilot. I simply couldn't have that happen. This was an unexpected dilemma.
I had the pistol and my sword, but both were holstered as I assisted the mechanic with some heavy lifting. Sage's rifle was already pointed in my direction. I wouldn't be surprised if it remained that way until it was time to return inside. She was probably hoping that I would respond violently so she could finally shoot me.
My mind was scrambling on what I should do. This was one of those make-or-break moments. I couldn't screw it up.
I decided to change tactics. "You couldn't trust Strawberry to follow those orders?"
"I trust Strawberry just fine," she answered without flinching. "This is just something that I prefer to handle myself."
I turned toward Honeysuckle with an angry look. I gave the slightest of nods trying to communicate with her without tipping off Sage. My friend was currently inside the frame of the exhaust port and out of Sage's view. Unfortunately, she had no weapon.
To my disappointment, Honeysuckle shook her head in response to my gesture. She did not want to fight Sage at this juncture. Why? Was she having doubts about my leadership? Or was she just smarter than me at that moment?
It is exceedingly difficult to reason properly when someone is pushing your buttons. I struggled with it all through childhood, and well, forever. I was still struggling with it. However, the look that Honeysuckle was giving me was like a cold splash of water. It was as if she were saying, don't do anything stupid.
The problem was, when facing a fit of anger, stupid was pretty much my middle name. I turned to face Sage with my hand on the hilt of my special sword. She reacted immediately by raising the barrel of the rifle to point at my chest. Her eyes grew but I saw nothing but confidence in them. She would shoot me without a doubt if I tried anything. The woman had also measured her proximity well, staying out of range of my close combat weapon.
"Hold up," I said as I raised both hands to ward off the death blow that Sage was obviously prepared to deal me. She likely hoped that things would go this way.
"You were reaching for your weapon," she grunted out. Adrenaline was pulsing through her blood. Just like mine.
"No, I just tend to rest my hand there," I replied as calm as I could muster.
"Don't do this, Sage," Honey pleaded as she stepped into view of our adversary. "We are almost..."
Done. That was what she was about to say. We are almost done with the repairs. But before she could finish the sentence, we both spotted movement behind Sage. And it wasn't the green rats, either.
Honey pointed behind our highest-ranking officer slowly. Sage responded by saying that she wasn't going to fall for that childish tactic. But she did fall. She fell hard. Right on her face.
Once the fat ass bitch was face down in the yellow grass, I got a clearer view of her assailants. Humanoid beasts, just like I had claimed. Remarkably similar to the statues.
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