I didn’t know what was about to happen. She had said that Ee should expect us to be having sex at some point, but there was more to it than that. Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation, as if we had started downward in an elevator. But it didn’t stop.
Bailey smiled and whispered, “Good girl, Ee.”
It felt like I weighed about half what I normally would. Like I had gotten lighter. There was never any sense of movement of the ship, but when Allie had brought me here before, she had asked Ee to reduce the gravity to ten percent. It was weird: they didn’t have so many things that I took for granted as just being expected science fiction, but apparently Eevona could control her own gravity. Allie had been right, it did feel a little funny at first, but I adjusted quickly.
Bailey stood in front of me looking beautiful but hardened to something. She looked like she was tense and severe. And then she closed her eyes and startled me by screaming at the top of her lungs.
It wasn’t fear. It was more like rage. Like a battle cry. I wondered for an instant if she were about to attack me. When she opened her eyes and looked at me, I saw that what she was doing was releasing her tension. Over and over, she closed her eyes tight and then screamed. When her breath was exhausted, she would take another and scream again. This went was repeated five or six times, and each time she stared at me more and more intensely. She looked like a wild-woman.
I trusted her. I knew that she loved me. And I could see that she was showing me what she wanted.
Throwing my head back, I roared, throwing my emotional being against hers, as if my shout would toss her backward against the cushions of the round black sofa behind her. She actually did stumble slightly and took half a step backward. Taking a deep breath, I stood up tall, making myself bigger and taking up more of the physical and emotional space in the room. This is what I would do if I were in a threatening situation where I had decided to push back and fight against whatever opposed me. Bailey wasn’t opposing me; she was inviting me to join her in a new perspective. She was suddenly different and was inviting me to evolve in the same way. I wasn’t sure what that was exactly, but we’d talk later. Right now, all we needed to communicate could be done with our growls and the look in our eyes and the beating of our hearts forcing blood into every part of our beings.
Chapter 21 - ...and Tigers
I don’t think that Bailey had even known what she wanted, and I’m sure that she hadn’t anticipated my response, but as I reached out and grabbed the sides of her head, she grabbed me just as firmly and we pulled each other forcefully in the direction of our faces. Even before our lips met, I was pushing my tongue toward the back of her throat…and the cavern of her mouth opened wide to let me pass.
There was no hint of barbarism or brutality or lack of caring in the way that we crushed each other into our respective bodies. We weren’t using each other: we were merging. Bailey and I had never kissed like this. Raw and savage and unfiltered. None of us had ever made love like this, like what was coming. And Bailey and I both knew what was coming. She adjusted to my kiss quickly and was immediately giving as much as I was giving her, forcefully exploring my mouth with her own lips, tongue, and teeth. Her hand shot downward, grabbing my shaft firmly as she began to pump me hard.
Both of my hands were still on the sides of her head, focused on the kiss, but I was fully aware of every place that her body touched mine and could feel the hardness of her nipples stabbing at my chest. I’m not sure that a human’s nipples could ever be as firm as she was now. Yeah, nipples swelled when aroused, but Bailey was every bit as hard as my own penis was now. I was a lot larger, but she was certainly every bit as wooden and I felt the smoothness her thimbles drag across my chest wonderfully.
I put my hands on her waist and pushed her toward the sofa, lifting her and laying her on her side. Following her down, I lifted her right leg in the air as I straddled her left thigh and set my cock at her entrance. My tongue in her mouth was replaced by the fingers of my right hand. Without hesitation, I pushed my stiffness into the space hidden by her labia, up and in, filling her firmly, my balls pressed against her butt and the back of her knee pressed hard against my shoulder.
Bailey closed her eyes and threw her head backward, moaning loudly with my fingers between her lips. Her exceptionally long tongue slid out and licked my palm all the way to my wrist. She was enjoying this and so was I. My sense was that we didn’t need to prolong this very much. We had to connect at a more primal level and that meant giving in to what was happening, not scripting an outcome or adventure.
Grunting, I forced myself into Bailey’s slippery, but exceptionally tight vagina over and over, pulling back and then thrusting hard but slow. Bailey began biting down on my fingers in her excitement. She kept it light enough that I’d have teeth marks, but no actual pain. I held her firmly, her knee over my shoulder as I drove into her time after time and she squeezed me hard as her climax approached. She might have had some level of orgasm already, but she was on her way to something bigger and it seemed to be focused on the feeling of me filling her. Giving her what I thought she wanted, I quickened my pace and my vocalizations, letting her know that I wanted and appreciated her like this. Pushing hard and deep, I roared and forced my fingers farther into her mouth and she came hard. Bailey bucked and spasmed, throwing herself halfway off the sofa, clawing at the carpet as she twisted face down as much as she could with me holding her like I was. Pulling my hand from between her teeth, I grabbed her shoulder and forced her back onto her back so that she was looking directly at me again.
She had tears in her eyes. I knew that they weren’t due to any sadness or loss, but rather from release and freedom. I wasn’t sure what she was going through yet, but I knew that it was good. And now that I had gotten a taste of being more direct, and at least for the moment more dominant in our lovemaking, I wasn’t ready to give that up. No, I was changing too. I wasn’t becoming domineering, but I was becoming more confident. How had I been raised in a society that feared intimacy, honesty, and sexual energy? What crap! There was nothing wrong with Bailey wanting me to be me and I certainly didn’t have a problem with any of the girls telling me exactly what they wanted either. It didn’t diminish me to have Bailey drag me here to have sex with me, so why would she feel it demeaned her to have me do the same? Hell, we loved each other! Sex didn’t cost us anything but sweat, so why act like there was a price to be paid? Bailey welcomed me and I wanted to be with her right now. Our first kiss told us that we were open to as much of a romp as we had energy for.
Bailey had bitten me. She had roared at me and screamed at me. She wasn’t going to be overly sensitive to me treating her a bit roughly now, as long as I was respectful and loving in the way that I did it. She’d just had an orgasm that left her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging open. Now it was my turn.
For a moment I wanted to flop her around and lean her over the couch and fuck her from behind but more than that, I wanted to be able to see her face. I wanted to see her respond to me emotionally. And I wanted to watch her melt emotionally in the heat of the ferocity of my lovemaking. I wished that we had a bed here. We didn’t. And the curved sofa didn’t lend itself to what I wanted right now.
Pulling out of her, I stood up. Bailey didn’t even react. Her eyes were wide-open, but she was experiencing, not thinking. Right now, she had no desires except to see what would happen next. Taking hold of her arms, I dragged her to the floor, lying her on her back. Her legs were naturally relaxed and possibly weak at this moment and her knees fell naturally to her sides, leaving her spread and open in front of me. Her eyes never left my face, and as her back hit the black carpet a look of excitement, surprise, and even a bit of fear came over her. Not fear of what was about to happen, but just a hint of fear of the unknown. The kind of fear that you feel as the roller-coaster reaches the top of the hill, just before you are thrown over the edge.
I positioned myself above her at the crest of that hill, hesitating for just an instant, a
nd then I rushed down the slope, driving into the curves of her mound, hitting the track through her tunnel hard and fast. I kept my arms straight, holding my chest above her, but my lower half rode the ride, twisting and turning, rising and falling, increasing and decreasing the forces that pushed us into her seat and against the restraining bar that kept us from flying out into open space. The ride lasted for a furious ninety seconds and before we slowed down, I’d filled her with my semen and my love. I filled her with my commitment and my desire. Yeah, we bonded.
As soon as my spasms subsided, Bailey surprised me by pushing me backward and climbing on top of me to swallow my penis. Hell, if she could do it, so could I, and I grabbed her and dragged her hips across my body so that her vulva was in front of my lips and her ass was above my head. Putting my arms around her waist, I crushed her to my face and licked her. Bailey moaned and sucked me harder and after a moment, I felt her shudder and come on my lips and tongue. Never having done exactly this before, I shoved my tongue into her and felt her squeeze the tip in orgasm as she squirmed in my grasp.
Wow, that felt good! I liked it. And because I liked it, I kept it up. She tasted sweet. I didn’t taste any of myself, not that I would have cared. Later, Bailey explained that she had captured all of me much farther in than I could reach with my tongue. But that was later. After she’d had many more orgasms and I’d had another myself, this time in her mouth.
And still we weren’t quite done with each other. When she finally turned and sat on me, I still wanted her. Lifting her body in the lowered gravity of the observation chamber, our love nest, I backed myself onto the sofa, pulling her into my lap facing me. She laid her head against my neck and it sounded like she started to purr.
I whispered, “Bailey, what are you doing?”
She said very quietly, “I’m um, expressing my feelings. I don’t know.”
I said, “Well, I like it. It feels nice.”
She said, “It really does, doesn’t it?”
I said, “Do we need to talk?”
She said, “No, I don’t think so.”
I said, “OK. Hey, I would like to bring Michelle and Bailey and Ee in when you feel like you are ready.”
Bailey hugged me warmly for a minute and then got off my lap and tapped on the hatch to let Eevona know that we wanted her again. Then she came back and sat next to me, holding my hand in her lap.
I said, “Ee, are you there? Would you ask the other girls to come up here if they aren’t busy? I’d like to talk. To all of you. Thank you.”
Bailey and I sat side-by-side on the sofa, tired and relaxed. Her hair was longer. I noticed. It was almost all the way down to her shoulders. The other girls were probably the same, but I had become so used to them not having much hair that I normally didn’t pay any attention.
Michelle stuck her head through the hatch and exclaimed, “Oh, that feels weird.”
Ee said, “It’s fifty percent gravity inside.”
Michelle laughed and climbed up, saying, “Yeah, so half of me was all of a sudden lighter than the other half of me. Come on up Allie, but be careful. It feels funny.”
Michelle stepped all the way into the chamber and sat facing Bailey and I. Allie joined us. Both girls were as naked as Bailey.
I said, “Girls, you look beautiful, but why are you naked?”
Michelle smiled and said, “Ee told us that we should come naked.”
Allie climbed into my lap and kissed me, her legs across Bailey’s knees.
I said, “Hey, I want to talk about something. Michelle, I want you to teach me to fight.”
Michelle grinned and said, “To fight?”
I said, “Yeah. Fight. Hand-to-hand, weapons, firearms, ships gunnery, all of it.”
She said, “OK.”
I said, “I’ll train hard. From now on. Every day.”
Michelle said, “OK. I’ll teach you. We’ll find a style that suits you. A few hours a day will be plenty. Any particular reason? I know the reason but tell me anyway.”
I said, “Well, I guess I want to be prepared. I want to be an asset. I want to be able to do my part. To protect us or whatever. You are my bodyguard, but I guess I want to be your bodyguard as well.”
Michelle said, “No problem. What about Bailey and Allie?” and she looked at the other girls with a smile.
Bailey pursed her lips and said, “Oh, I’d never considered it. Let me think. Yeah, being more combat-ready would enhance our skillset and create new opportunities. OK, I’m in. If that’s what the captain wants.”
I said, “I don’t necessarily want you to, but I know that I want to. If you want to train with us, or just with Michelle, that would be fine.”
Allie said, “Me too. But different.”
Michelle said, “Of course. Everyone fights differently. I’m a combat specialist. The captain will be like me, as much as he is capable of. Bailey, you’ll learn what you need to in case a diplomatic mission goes bad or Jimmy and I need help. You are our backup. But Allie is different.”
Allie said, “So, you understand?”
Michelle said, “Allie’s priority is to protect herself first, her space second, and the captain third. Not that protecting him will be her last priority, but that it will be the most unlikely scenario. If someone threatens her person, she will know how to protect herself. If someone threatens her space, that’s Eevona and the ship and anywhere we happen to be staying, she protects that terrain. Self-protection involves close quarters empty hand techniques. Protecting her environment involves hide and seek, booby-traps, and ambushes. She trains to be invisible and unpredictable.”
Allie said, “I can do that. That’s all I need, right? To protect our beds and our home? And myself so that no one takes me away from Jimmy because I belong with him?”
Michelle said, “Exactly. Bailey will train for close quarters, escape scenarios, evasion and survival tactics. Jimmy will learn everything that I can teach him. Allie, you will use improvised weapons. Forks, knives, table legs, chairs, serving platters, hairbrushes, and anything you can lay your hands on. You are going to learn to throw things. And set traps. And kill without being seen when necessary. Captain, what brought this on? I think it’s a good idea, but what made you ask for it?”
I said, “It was Bailey. She showed me what it was like to be a beast. A tiger. How to roar and bite and claw. I’m not a little boy and if I was, I would have remembered what it was like to be a wild thing. Bailey reminded me. She reminded me what it is to have mates and fight for our survival and wellbeing. I don’t want to be a burden. Ee called me a wussy when I first got here and I want to learn to be able to actually be a Captain, not just be called one. And the way I see it, that means learning to fight as well as to make good command decisions.”
Bailey said wistfully, “He took command of me and I liked it. Boy did I like it.”
Allie giggled and said, “You both smell like really good sex. I felt so happy when I smelled you. I wondered if we were all going to make love together.”
I said, “Not right this minute.”
Michelle smiled and said, “And the captain will learn weapons that he carries with him at all times. Expandable batons and a lance. Both with firing capabilities as well as close combat striking. Bailey, what kind of weaponry does Eevona have now?”
Bailey said, “I’m glad you asked. I have some things that I want to talk about too.”
I said, “But before we go there, I suggest that Ee match speeds with the first mule and we take whatever time it takes it to reach a shipyard and we spend those months training instead of rushing ahead.”
Bailey said, “Captain, we have a bit of a time pressure, unless we have everything we want already. The location of the debris field is being broadcast and other salvage crews and treasure hunters will be on the way. If we wait, we will be several months behind.”
I said, “OK, good point. What do you suggest?”
She said, “That we get back to a station as quickly as we
can, buy as many mules as we can afford, pack a dozen in the cargo hold, and send the rest out on their own to meet up with us as they can. As a start.”
I said, “Eevona, make it so. Full speed to the nearest spaceport of Bailey’s choosing.”
Immediately, the stars outside disappeared and the dome above us was completely black, as if nothing was outside at all. Which it wasn’t. Ee had us in non-space before I had finished my sentence.
Bailey said, “Now, for the rest of my plan. And your question. Eevona doesn’t have weapons. She wasn’t designed to fight. If she had been attacked, she would have simply surrendered. There was nothing on board worth damaging the ship over. But now, the situation has changed. Eevona herself is worth fighting for. And so are we. I want to have a battle hull made for her as soon as we can afford it.”
As it was explained to me over the next few minutes, a battle hull was a skin that fit over the top of Eevona and attached in a way that made them one. It was like a heavy overcoat. A very heavy overcoat. It could be docked or un-docked at will. The battle hull that Baily had in mind was at least eight times the size that Eevona was now. There was no need for additional crew areas, so all of the space would be taken up by additional engines, weaponry, and cargo space.
My suggestions were welcome, and I asked questions and gave opinions. First, I asked about guns. Michelle was all in favor. I wanted lots of big fast lethal guns.
Bailey laughed and said, “OK, we’ll have plenty of guns.”
I said, “Good. And after we have plenty of guns, start adding more guns.”
Bailey said, “OK, plenty of guns.”
I said, “No. Lots of guns. I want the guns to have their own guns. What are the functions of our battle hull? First, protection. I want to be able to go anywhere at any time and have as much assurance as possible that you will all be safe. And that Eevona will be safe. So, first guns, then shields or armor or whatever defensive technologies you have. You do have energy shields, don’t you? Don’t tell me that you guys haven’t invented force fields or whatnot.”
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