Laricon's Ways

by Patricia Green

  "Irena," Michael agreed. "Yes, sir. And, this time, it may very well get me killed. But I had to do it."

  Laricon looked down at the table and sighed. "I'm an old man, Michael. How did I get to be such an old man?" He looked up at Michael. "Does she love you, too?"

  "I hope so, sir."

  "Where is she?"

  "In my chambers with my consort, Alyssa."

  "Has she been there throughout, since I cast her away?"

  Michael felt sweat run down his spine. "Yes, sir."

  Laricon glared, then his face relaxed. "And no one knows?"

  Michael shook his head. "No one knows, sir." He didn't want to implicate Walker, just in case the old man turned on him and had him shot.

  "We will follow the plan you've suggested, with a few changes."

  "Yes, sir?" Michael's shoulders ached with tension.

  "I want her sent to The Farm immediately, as is appropriate for a bearing woman. There will never be a divorce. And, if this child is a girl, you will impregnate her again, and again, if required, until there is a boy or until her allotted four children are born." Laricon smiled cruelly. "You will provide stud service to my female. Is that clear?"

  "I don't know that sending her to The Farm right now is–"

  "You will accommodate my wishes, Michael, or I will have you executed within the hour."

  Splitting up his little family at this critical time was really going to make things difficult, but there was little choice. Michael hung his head. "Very well, sir."

  "How about your other one? Did you fill her belly, too?"

  "No, sir."

  "Ha! No matter. I win my own contest."

  Michael sighed. "So you do, sir."

  ***

  Michael stumbled home considerably later, half supported by Walker.

  "Stud's home!" he called from the doorway.

  After a quick glance at each other, both Alyssa and Nina rose from a reverence position to catch Michael before he fell.

  Nina wrinkled her nose. "He smells like some combination of brewery and brothel!"

  "G'night," Walker called as he closed the door behind him.

  The women cleaned Michael and tucked him into bed.

  ***

  Michael woke with a splitting headache. Nina was already up and about. And Alyssa curled at his side.

  "Morning," he mumbled, his mouth feeling like used roof shingles.

  Nina arched a blonde eyebrow. "Good morning, sir. I hope you slept well."

  He massaged his temples as Alyssa stirred. "I must've slept on my head."

  Nina laughed. "Well, if you didn't, it was through no damned fault of your own. You came home smelling of grain alcohol and pussy."

  He grimaced. "Geez, Nina. Watch your mouth."

  "Good morning, sir," Alyssa said, rising. "I'll order your breakfast."

  The whole idea of food made his stomach do a flip. "No, thank you. I'll eat later."

  She hid a smile. "As you wish, sir."

  "I need a shower."

  "Yes, sir," Alyssa agreed.

  He scowled at her. Nina laughed.

  "I'll start the water," Alyssa volunteered.

  "Right," Michael agreed. "And both of you, naked. Come wash me off."

  "Even me, sir?" Alyssa asked, her eyes wide.

  Michael headed for the lavatory. "Yes, even you, berry girl."

  The three of them stepped into the wide shower and began to get wet. Michael stood with his head under a hard stream of water for a long while, and when he came up for air, he looked a little better.

  Nina began soaping his back, Alyssa his front.

  "I did not smell of pussy," he grumped.

  "Oh yes you did!" Nina argued.

  "Who was it, Master?" Alyssa asked good naturedly. "Anyone I might know?"

  "Hush! Both of you!"

  "Here," Nina said, handing him the soap. "Wash your face and you'll smell a lot more normal."

  He glared at her, but took the soap anyway.

  "You two wash each other," he ordered.

  At first they were tentative, washing each other's backs, and legs, arms, and hair. But Michael wouldn't allow anything so pedantic.

  "Why don't you soap Alyssa's breasts, Nina?" Michael suggested.

  "They don't look dirt–"

  "Do it," he interrupted with a sharp look.

  Nina spread the bubbly soap over Alyssa's breasts, and the younger girl arched into Nina's hands. "That feels good, Nina."

  Michael smiled. "Alyssa, you too."

  Alyssa generously applied soap to Nina's breasts, and Michael could see that Nina enjoyed it, though she tried to remain impassive. "You're doing a good job, Alyssa," Michael praised. "Wash between her legs, now."

  Nina scowled, but put a foot up on the shower bench. Alyssa soaped Nina's private areas, and when Nina gasped and tensed, Alyssa took her time stroking the slippery soap over sensitive regions. She moved to Nina's side and used one hand on Nina's clit and labia, while the other hand was gently washing Nina's nearly healed bottom hole. Nina was moaning softly when Alyssa finished.

  "Nina," Michael said.

  Hesitantly, oh so slowly, Nina applied soap to Alyssa. Her soapy fingers concentrated on Alyssa's labia and her swelling clit, making Alyssa squirm and groan. "Yes, Nina," she murmured. "Right there. Ah, yes."

  Nina followed Alyssa's instructions well, and moved around to do as Alyssa had done, stoking her clit and bottom hole at once. "In! In!' Alyssa demanded. Nina hesitantly pushed one soapy finger into Alyssa's bottom. "Good," Alyssa moaned. "More."

  Nina shot a glance at Michael who was standing under the water, watching contentedly. "Give her what she wants," he suggested.

  Nina slid her finger deeper into Alyssa's bottom and Alyssa squirmed and wriggled. "Nina, Nina, Nina," Alyssa moaned. "Deeper! More!"

  Nina stroked Alyssa's clit faster and pressed her finger all the way into the girl's bottom, wriggling it when it was deep inside. Alyssa was breathing fast and moaning sweetly. Nina forced a second finger just past the girl's sphincter, and as she did, Alyssa screamed with pleasure and orgasmed. Nina stroked and tickled until Alyssa's spasms had passed, then withdrew her hands and washed them under the falling water.

  "Thank you, Nina," Alyssa said softly, hugging Nina close. Nina blushed.

  "I think, to be fair, that Alyssa should make you come now, Nina. What do you think?" Michael asked.

  Nina looked uncomfortable. "Well … I guess."

  "How would you like to do that, Alyssa?"

  Alyssa looked up to Michael and he nodded. "Nina… My friend. I would love to taste you. Please, won't you let me?"

  Nina groaned. "Alyssa…"

  "Please?"

  "Okay, but you I know I don't want to–"

  Alyssa nodded, kneeling in front of Nina. "I understand that you don't wish to love me the same way. Please, open. Let me make you feel good."

  Nina sighed, put one foot on the shower bench, reached down and held herself open with shaking fingers. Alyssa splashed warm water over Nina, rinsing off the soap, and moved her mouth close, closer, until her lips were pressed against Nina's open femininity. Nina gasped. Alyssa licked gently, then sucked at the older girl's inner lips as though they were sweet treats. Nina trembled.

  Alyssa plied her tongue on Nina's clit gently, and Nina began to moan with excitement. Alyssa sucked on that tender bud. Nina moaned louder and put her hand down into Alyssa's wet hair. "That feels fuckin' good, darlin'. Don't stop."

  Alyssa turned and smiled at Michael who returned the expression. She sucked and licked Nina with more exuberance, also sliding two fingers inside Nina's wet sheath. Nina arched. Alyssa's tongue moved faster, her lips sucked harder, and Nina began to groan and twitch. "I'm going to … gonna…"

  "Do it," Michael allowed.

  Uttering a soft scream of pleasure, Nina came with Alyssa's mouth upon her. As Nina came down from the heights, Alyssa sucked some of Nina's joy from her trembling center and stood to
offer it in a kiss to Michael.

  Smiling, he bent to kiss Alyssa deeply and share Nina's sweet, tart happiness.

  Nina was catching her breath when Michael took her by the shoulders and turned her toward the shower wall. "I want to fuck you, honey, one more time, because today I have to send you to The Farm."

  Nina fought his hands and turned to face him. "Send me?"

  "It was a deal I made with Laricon. The only deal that would keep you and me alive."

  She stared at him and her eyes narrowed. "Three, you said. You said we were three and that we'd always be together. What kind of bullshit was that?"

  "Nina!" Alyssa gasped.

  Michael scowled. "You have to trust me. It's only for a couple of days 'till the Feds get here. Then I'll come get you."

  "Aha. Or maybe you won't."

  Michael's mouth was a tight line. "I said I will. I will."

  "This is just some way to fuckin' leave me on this rock, isn't it, O'Malley? I end up with a belly full of O'Malley brat, and you fly off to who knows where!"

  Michael was furious. "I'm trying to keep you safe, you ungrateful, coarse-tongued, bitch! I'm the one who's gonna die trying to get you outta here!" he yelled. "I'm the one who's gonna get shot defending your sorry ass!"

  Nina's face began to soften into tears.

  "Now," he said, leaning over her, his ferocity just barely contained, "you give me this last chance to love you and our baby, or, by god, Nina, we're through!"

  "I-I'm … sorry," she whispered. "I want to make love with you, Michael. I do."

  He sighed, tension easing out of his face slowly. "Go get on the bed," he suggested, moving aside.

  She swiped a towel over herself as she hurried out of the lavatory. Once on the bed, she held her arms open for him, her tear-filled eyes full of repentance. "Please?"

  He took her gently, holding her close while her legs wrapped around him. She kissed him deeply as she drew near her climax and whispered, "I love you," in his ear just before he spilled into her.

  "I love you, too, Nina," he said softly, taking her into his arms as they both relaxed. "I think I have for six years."

  Alyssa joined them on the bed and the three cuddled for some time.

  "I'll come and get you from The Farm," Michael promised later, as Nina dressed for the trip.

  "If you don't, O'Malley," she warned. "I'll track you down and burn your butt."

  He grinned and Alyssa giggled.

  Chapter 19

  Those last few days before the Federation landed were bittersweet for Michael and Alyssa. They missed Nina, but at the same time couldn't get enough of each other.

  Michael hurried home from his office and he and Alyssa made love in all the ways they could without interfering with her bleeding. And, on the last day, her bleeding stopped. She met him at the door, naked, her eyes anxious and sparkling with tense desire. The Preparer lay on the bed.

  "You started without me?" he asked with a smile.

  She blushed. "I … I wanted to be ready for you."

  He picked her up and took her to the bed. "And are you? Let's see." He spread her legs and found the pool of milky wetness he sought. His eyes went up to hers and she bit her lip. "I'm ready for you, too, berry girl. Help get me out of these clothes."

  Michael brought a glass of thick red wine with him to the bed. As Alyssa lay there, looking up at him, he dipped a finger in the wine and drew a pattern around her big, hard nipples, then down to her navel where he dripped a few drops. He put the glass down and licked up all the wine, pausing to suck on her nipples noisily, making her giggle and moan as he bit gently. His lips followed the wine trail down to her belly-button, where he tickled her unmercifully with his tongue.

  "You really want a baby of mine in there, berry girl?" he asked.

  "Oh yes, sir!" she enthused.

  "How shall we make him then?"

  She blushed, picked up the Preparer and rolled onto her hands and knees. "Ah," he said. "You don't think he'll come out thinking he's a puppy?"

  "Master!"

  He moved behind her and took the Preparer from her hand. "No, maybe not." He wet the long dildo in her copious juices and inserted it and himself simultaneously into the eager orifices she presented. He stroked both deeply in and out, enjoying the sensation of her tightness frictioning over his hardness.

  Alyssa was enraptured. She moaned and wriggled back, seeking even more depth on the two stiff rods.

  He smacked her bottom and she shrieked and moaned with the sting. Several more times he spanked her, and each time she climbed higher onto the promontory. Finally he pulled the Preparer away and forced in two of his thick fingers instead. She was stretched more than ever before. The act made her cry out sharply, then climax with a scream.

  Michael wasn't far behind. He pumped his hardness in and out rapidly, the thick head of his staff finding her bumpy cervix with nearly every stroke, then frictioning back out again. Her hot bottom was sweet against his pelvis, the red spank-marks like a mating signal his body could not ignore. One, two, three final brutal thrusts and he spiraled, growling deeply.

  They lay there naked afterward, sweat drying on their satiated bodies until the klaxon sounded, alerting them both to the Federation's arrival.

  They hurried out of bed and dressed. Michael hid a stunner in his waistband. "You ready, honey?"

  She nodded, biting her lower lip anxiously.

  The hall outside their chamber was mayhem, women hurried to the enclave where they understood they'd be safe, and men battened down everything in preparation for a fight. Michael knew he'd be expected in the councilor's conference room to get news and issue orders, but first they went to Laricon's suite.

  "Sir?" Michael called, not seeing Laricon right away as he entered the suite.

  "It's the Solarian Federation, isn't it?" Laricon asked, sitting at his desk in the near-dark.

  "Yes, sir," Michael said.

  "I had hoped… But we didn't have time to add East Shores and Southern Continent troops to ours." He sighed and groaned softly. "There's no chance."

  It was very odd that the old man was making no effort to gather his things and flee. Nor was he eager to get to the council and lead a repulsion effort. "I need you to come with me, sir," Michael said calmly.

  "Can't," Laricon said succinctly. "I'm a dead man."

  Michael hurried around the desk and turned Laricon's chair into the light. The older man was gray, his cheeks sunken, his chest barely rising and falling. There was a hypospray on his desk and Michael picked it up quickly. "What have you done, sir?"

  Laricon's hazel eyes met Michael's blue ones. "Made sure the Feds have no hostage. No leverage. Bought myself peace."

  Michael raked back his hair. "I'll call a med-tech right away." He reached for the phone.

  "Too … late … boy." Laricon's head fell onto his chest and his breathing stopped.

  "Shit!" Michael pulled Laricon to the floor and tried to restart the old man's heart, using all the first aid techniques he'd been taught. It was no use.

  He sat back on his heels and considered for a moment. Then he pressed the comm implants on the side of his face. "8872 to CS operations."

  To Michael's surprise, his superior officer, Comstock, came on the line. "Comstock here, 8872. Go ahead."

  "Bad news. Laricon is dead."

  There was a pause. "You had to take him out?"

  "No, sir. He shot himself up with something. Didn't want to be caught. This way he can be a martyr."

  Comstock snorted. "Martyrdom ain't what it used to be, O'Malley. Look, we're picking off the space mines that got sent up when they caught a whiff of our radar signal. But I don't want my dome- breachers to take ground-to-space missile hits. See what you can do."

  "Sir, I need to get to a flyer and over to Laricon dome 3."

  "What the fuck for, O'Malley?"

  "My wife is–"

  "We'll pull her out with the rest. I want those missiles deactivated. Take care of i
t."

  Michael was furious. "God damnit, sir! I need to–"

  "That's an order, mister," Comstock interrupted firmly.

  Michael fisted and unfisted his hands and ground his teeth together. "Yes, sir," he finally replied.

  "Report back. Comstock out."

  "8872 out."

  "Master, you look so angry. What has happened?" Alyssa was kneeling near the door, watching what appeared to be Michael talking to himself. She knew it was something more, though.

  "We can't get to Nina quite yet."

  "But, sir! She will be frightened! And you–"

  He grabbed her by the wrist and they hurried out the door. "I know I promised, Alyssa!" he snapped. "I've got orders to follow first."

  She pulled back on her wrist. "You're hurting me, sir."

  He immediately felt contrite and loosened his hold on her as they rushed toward the council conference room. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't like this any better than you do."

  They approached the conference room door and Michael bade her stay quietly outside where she'd be somewhat safer. He kissed her on the forehead, smiled tightly and went in.

  "O'Malley!" Liebmann said. "Where have you been?"

  "Laricon is dead," Michael said simply. The room went quiet. "I just came from his chamber. He killed himself with some sort of drugs."

  "Shit!" This from Walker.

  Liebmann recovered quickly. "Well, we'll just go forward and figure the rest out later. The mines are only going to be effective for a few minutes more. I've ordered the exterior missile launchers to be set to take out targets at will."

  "Belay your order, General," Michael said. The men all turned to him as one. He drew the stunner from behind his back. "I can't let you shoot at the dome-breachers."

  Liebmann stood up confrontationally. "What the fuck is this, O'Malley? If we don't use the missiles, we'll be inundated by troops within the hour!"

  Michael gestured to the phone with his stunner. "Rescind the order. Now." Liebmann didn't move, so Michael shot him with the stunner. The General went down like a load of bricks, stunned unconscious but breathing.

  "Any other hard-asses?" No one moved. "Good. Donaldson, make the call."