He and Clemmons moved against one another, and Landis's cock stirred in his pants, the gentle rubbing building his passions like it always did. He slipped his hands down Clemmons's back to cup the firm muscles of the big man's ass and squeezed, pulling their hips tighter together. Clemmons eased his lips from his and kissed across the fine stubble of beard to flick his tongue deep into Landis's ear, swirling wetly around the folds and plunging into the canal.
Clemmons moved his hands to unfasten the buttons of the light shirt Landis wore, and the firm fingers, deliciously rough with calluses gained from years of wielding a sword massaged his chest, darting across his nipples, making them hard with desire.
Leaning his head back with a sigh, Landis allowed himself to fall into the passions of love.
* * * *
Moving through the unfamiliar woods towards the two men, Shane watched her handheld scanner. They had stopped moving, perhaps talking about the strange visitors to their world or maybe just watching the night sky as she did. As she came within twenty meters of their location, a funny sound, a soft moaning came from their direction.
The scanner showed nothing except the three of them in the area, but on a new world it was best to err on the side of caution until she was certain the sensors weren't blind to some unknown animal or other threat. She silently drew her sidearm and flicked the weapon to stun while disabling the safety with her thumb.
Moving forward through the dark undergrowth, Shane kept quiet, avoiding the sticks and piles of dry leaves on the forest floor. At the same time, she kept her eyes open, watching both the scanner and the woods in the half-light of the full moons filtering through the trees. The sensor showed her only six meters from the men, and the strange moaning pants were louder than when she first heard them. She pushed aside a small branch to peer into the clearing ahead.
At first, she didn't understand the sight before her. Landis and Clemmons were in the clearing, fully illuminated by the bright moons overhead, and the sounds she followed to her hiding place in the underbrush came from Landis. No animals or other people were around them, but Landis moaned nonetheless.
Clemmons knelt in the damp debris of the forest floor. Landis stood before him, his pants around his ankles, as Clemmons slowly licked the length of his cock. The low moans escaped from between Landis's pursed lips each time Clemmons sucked the mushroom-like head of his cock between his lips, swallowing the long shaft deep down his throat.
Shane considered a number of options for her reaction, and the calm, almost clinical way she considered them fascinated her on some level. She considered making some noise to alert the two lovers to her presence, and then pretending she didn't see anything. The idea of simply leaving quietly probably was the best course she could follow. Maybe running away from the pair would be even better.
Instead, she slipped the weapon into its holster, shut off the scanner, and watched.
As Clemmons alternated between licking and sucking his dick, Landis ran his hands gently over the blonde hair that spilled from Clemmons's head like a golden waterfall to cascade down his shoulders and over his bare chest and back. The moonlight, shimmering with a yellow hue, reflected from the slightly warmer sun, made the men's skin glow like bronze armor.
Heat spread across Shane's breasts, and her nipples hardened despite the warmth of the night air. She stared as Clemmons slipped the bulging head of Landis's cock into his mouth, his face moving rapidly as he sucked. Landis tensed slightly, and he gripped the blonde hair, pushing his dick deeper into Clemmons's mouth. Even over the passionate moans coming from Landis, Shane could hear the soft gagging sounds Clemmons made when the long shaft pressed to the back of his throat.
As she watched from her position in the darkness, Shane rubbed her breasts through her blouse. Pinching her nipples sent shockwaves of pleasure and fire through her, and she considered yet another option for what to do—she thought of joining the two lovers she spied on.
Landis quivered, and Clemmons pulled back, the shaft of the cock he'd been sucking glistening wetly in the light of the moons. Landis thrashed, somehow avoiding falling, as cum erupted from his dick, squirting onto Clemmons's face before he licked at the frothy white fluid, lapping it from his lips.
Shane licked her lips and squeezed her breasts, almost able to taste the hot stickiness of cum on her face.
Landis dropped to his knees, and he kissed Clemmons's face passionately, licking and no doubt tasting his own cum on the face of the warrior. He reached to one of the small bags Shane had seen the men wearing, and Landis pulled out a small container. Opening the jar, he dipped his fingers inside and scooped out a shiny, wet substance and stroked some onto Clemmons's cock that stood out firm and hard from his body. Shane watched as Landis rolled slightly and spread more of the goop around his anus before turning to position himself on his hands and knees, ass high in the air.
Clemmons knelt behind Landis and rubbed the huge head of his raging cock against Landis's ass. Gripping Landis's hips in his big hands, Clemmons thrust forward, and the full length of his dick vanished into Landis's ass.
While the men thrust against each other, trying to get Clemmons's length just a little farther inside Landis's ass, Shane reached down. Shoving her hand inside her uniform, she rubbed her fingers over the hard bud of her clit, causing her to shiver with delight. The wetness oozing from her pussy spread over and between her fingers as she flicked her hand over her slit, spreading her lips to tease at the moist opening.
Landis rose up on his elbows slightly, and she could see his cock was again hard. It bounced and twitched with each thrust of the dick sliding in and out of his ass, and Shane imagined what it would feel like to have that hard shaft in her pussy while Clemmons fucked Landis from behind.
She pulled her hand from her jumpsuit and licked her fingers, tasting the sweetness of her pussy, while Landis reached back between his legs to cup Clemmons's balls in his palm. Sucking her fingers into her mouth, Shane imagined Clemmons's huge dick not in Landis's ass but in her mouth, the throbbing head slipping down her throat as she straddled Landis, taking his dick deep in her ass as she writhed in the pleasure of making love to both men.
Licking the last of her juices from her fingers, she reached into her uniform once more, her fingers plunging deep in her pussy and her palm pressing firmly against her clit. Clemmons bucked hard against Landis, and the men both grunted and moaned. Landis twitched as cum again spurted from the throbbing head of his cock to spill onto the forest floor. Her last coherent thought was that it was a waste of cum—she could have taken his load on her breasts and Clemmons could have licked her clean.
Suddenly, every star in the unfamiliar night sky seemed to explode in the death throes of supernovae, each brighter than the rest of the galaxy. Despite the waves of orgasmic passion washing over her, Shane's training kicked in. Turning her head, she bit down on the collar of her jumpsuit, choking off the scream that fought to find voice in the quiet night air.
As the tremors of her climax receded, Shane watched the two men holding each other while the shakes of their orgasms also faded.
* * * *
Landis sat up a little, lifting his head from Clemmons's shoulder. "Did you hear something?"
Clemmons listened but heard only the normal sounds of the forest insects. "No, nothing."
"Just my imagination, I guess."
"We should finish our walk and get back to camp."
"We should." Landis stretched a little.
As he pulled on his clothes, Clemmons watched Landis. Yes, there were a few things he missed about being with a woman but not many, and none of them were physical. Even though most people never suspected he would be interested, Clemmons often missed just talking with a woman, hearing her feminine opinions and ideas.
They finished dressing and prepared to move off toward the encampment. As they turned, holding hands, a bright light suddenly flashed on, shining directly in their eyes.
He reacted instantly, as did Landi
s, reaching for his sword, when a voice he recognized came from the undergrowth in the direction of the light.
"Don't move."
They had walked in the direction of the odd ship, and Shane had told them there would be guards in the area. She never mentioned she would be one of the guards in the woods.
The light went out, and Shane made her way closer to them. "You don't need your swords with me."
He chuckled. Clemmons wasn't sure how comfortable he was being close to Shane so soon after making love with Landis. "We know that, Shane."
She stepped into the clearing and pulled out one of the cold torches her people used for light. He'd been right, and when she smiled, her face lit up like the sun. "What are you two doing out here so late?"
"Just going for a walk, that's all." Landis gave him a wink before he turned back to face Shane. "And what of you?"
"Same thing, actually." She hesitated. "Just enjoying your world."
Her talking box learned more with each passing day, and fewer misunderstandings cropped up. It even seemed to have a sense of humor, sometimes making jokes.
Clemmons managed to pull his gaze from her remarkable eyes. "We were just going back to camp to go to bed. Will you be able to take that tour of the area with us tomorrow?"
"Yes, I think so. I'm looking forward to it, in fact."
Landis smiled. "That's wonderful. We'll meet you at your camp about an hour after sunrise." Shane offered her hand to Landis, and he shook it gently. "Goodnight."
Shane offered her hand to him, and Clemmons leaned forward slightly, raising it to his lips. "Goodnight, Shane." He kissed her fingers softly. She blushed and mumbled a hurried goodnight before walking off toward her ship.
Clemmons licked his lips. Not only had he garnered a fleeting scent of what he was certain was Shane's pussy, he could taste the sweetness of her juices on her hand.
* * * *
Landis hung back a little, letting Shane and Clemmons take the lead on their tour of the area around the camps. He tried for a while to convince himself it was to allow Clemmons to use his verbal skills to learn more, but he realized some time ago he really wanted to watch her ass as she walked.
They had been moving for nearly two hours when Clemmons found a shaded area in the rocks and called for a rest stop. Shane was, as he'd suspected, in excellent condition and showed no signs of being tired, but she was, after all, a woman, and neither he nor Clemmons wanted to tire her. They sat in the shade of a large boulder and chatted.
Shane sipped water from the metal container she carried. "This is a beautiful world you have here."
"You'll have to be patient with us." Clemmons laughed softly. "Until a few days ago, we didn't know there were any worlds other than this one."
"I understand it can be a shock. For many years, the Empire held the position that we shouldn't contact worlds and civilizations that are—well, more primitive than we are. We learned that was a mistake." She shrugged. "The key is to be benevolent. We want to help other peoples grow and reach their full potential. There is a dangerous time in the evolution of every society we have ever studied, a period when the technology is great enough that the civilization can destroy itself, but the society is still primitive enough that they can't manage the technology. Many places we have studied have dead societies that destroyed themselves before they learned how to manage things. We almost did that to ourselves many thousands of years ago."
Clemmons nodded. "So you try to help people through that time."
"Yes, that's right." She smiled, and the day seemed a little brighter. "You're not in any danger yet, but maybe we can help you plan for the future."
Landis wondered about all of that. "Yet you have soldiers, like yourself, and you are armed."
"Yes, I'm a soldier, and I'm armed." She patted the thing she wore on her side every time he'd seen her. "It's foolish not to prepare for battle and be ready to fight if forced. That's at least as foolish as fighting when you don't need to."
"I can see the wisdom there."
Shane hesitated for a moment and then seemed to make up her mind about something. "That's good to hear, but I wonder about this war you fight. We don't understand what it's all about." She shook her head and frowned. "No, more important, I don't understand it. I've come to believe that, despite being soldiers, the two of you love peace more than war."
Clemmons pondered, nodding his head. "I'd like to think you've read us right. I hate war, even with the dragons, but I fight because I feel I must."
"Tell me why."
"The dragons have a long history of attacking men, killing them at random, stealing land and food and water." He shrugged. "They won't talk to our ministers or the king, so what choice do we have?"
"Perhaps you just don't understand them and what they say." Shane laughed and brushed her golden hair from her face. "Look at some of the misunderstandings we've had."
Landis shared the laugh with her. "Maybe you're right, but if the lizards won't talk with us, how can we stop this?"
"I don't know. I'm a soldier, not a diplomat, but I know you have to stop it. In a short time, the history of my people went from the level of your technology to things similar to this." She again patted at the weapon on her hip. Shane looked thoughtful, and then she stood up. "Let me show you something."
She pulled the weapon from its holster and worked at the controls. "This weapon can do much more, but let me show you one of things it can do. It can throw a projectile, a slug, with tremendous force, and you'll probably figure out how to do the same within the lifetime of some children alive today."
She pointed the weapon at a small boulder, maybe five times the size of a man's head, some distance away. A sharp crack rang out from the weapon Shane held, and a large part of the rock exploded into dust, throwing stone splinters in all directions.
Clemmons stood still except for his head swiveling rapidly to shift his gaze between the damaged rock and Shane. He worked his mouth a few times before any sound came out. "And that's only one of the things that weapon can do?"
"Yes, one of the least damaging things." Shane shook her head. "You have to know how to live in peace before you create such weapons."
"With weapons like that, we could crush the lizards."
"Yes, but at what cost? Is the extinction of the race of your enemies worth it? What about your own extermination?" She shook her head. "No, we've been there. It's not worth it."
* * * *
She'd been debating with herself all morning, but Shane couldn't decide what to say to the two men about the encounter she'd witnessed last night. She finally decided to say nothing at all, and that seemed easiest, despite the fact that she couldn't get the images out of her mind, to say nothing of the raging fantasies the images evoked.
One thing was certain, though—the reaction of the men to the demonstration of her sidearm triggered both fear and desire in her. Shane understood the fear part—Clemmons's face held hatred for the dragons, a need to kill them all and exterminate the species clearly showing on his expression. While somewhat more restrained, Landis too looked like he finally had found a weapon to destroy his sworn enemy. She wondered why the men hated the dragons so much.
She didn't understand the desire part at all. Like most soldiers she knew, Shane hated combat and despised all-out war. While Fleet members tended to be less warlike than the average Marine, she could count on one hand the number of jarheads she'd known who actually liked to fight. Why would the reaction of Landis and Clemmons affect her so? She felt the frown that came to her face as she considered her own feelings. Why did the urges of two men to kill off some species she'd never even seen, make her feel safe?
Landis and Clemmons exchanged a glance, and Landis tried to explain. "We have shocked you, I'm afraid. There is much to why Clemmons and I hate the dragons."
"I gathered there is something I don't know." Shane pushed her thoughts of the men down in her mind. "Why don't you tell me about it? I'd really like to understand.
"
Clemmons touched Landis's arm, a tender stroking more appropriate to lovers than to comrades. Despite her trying to focus on the matters at hand, Shane couldn't help thinking the men shared a touch even more appropriate to life-partners. When he spoke, Clemmons's voice was soft. "Let me, Landis. It's hard for you."
Landis nodded. "Perhaps that would be best."
A soft smile with a hint of sadness flowed easily over Clemmons's lips. "I think so." He turned to face her. "To make a long story short, this war is personal. About seven years ago, the lizards murdered Landis's wife. She was killed when the monsters raided a village."
In spite of expecting something like that in the men's past, the revelation still shocked Shane a little. She wasn't good at this sort of thing and wasn't sure what to say. Her mind flashed back to a young recruit she worked with ten or twelve years ago. She worked as the Assistant Company Commander of a group of new midshipmen, and the duty fell to her to tell one of the recruits his mother was dead, killed in an accident. She recalled telling the middy his mom was dead in very clinical terms, and all she could think of to say after that was that she was sorry for his loss. It wasn't as supportive as it should have been, and she knew it.
Shane looked at Landis, and his head hung forward, his black hair spilling to cover his face. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound would come out, and that was probably good, because she still hadn't thought of anything to say that wouldn't sound stupid at best and flippant at worst.
She reached out and placed her hand on top of Landis's where it rested on his knee. His skin was warm, but he shivered. Her voice seemed to decide to work on its own. "I'm so sorry. I can only imagine how much it hurts to lose someone you love."
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