by John Ringo
The small table had been set with two places and candles for lighting. Mike lit the candles and turned down the lights, then lifted the covers off the plates to see what they were having for dinner. Chicken in a creamy sauce with a side of rice and mixed vegetables. Light enough.
"Wine?" he asked, lifting out a chilled bottle of a local white.
"A little," Klavdiya replied.
"And only a little for me, too," Mike said, pouring for her. "Shakespeare said that wine giveth the desire and taketh away the ability. Truer words were never writ."
"Who is Shakespeare?" Klavdiya asked, picking at her food.
"An English playwright and poet," Mike replied. "You'll read him eventually, I hope. Very good plays. He had the human nature down. Are you reading much, yet?"
"Only a little," Klavdiya said. "I am not so good, yet."
"It takes practice," Mike admitted. "You'll get better. You can learn a lot about the world from reading. Of course, living in it helps as well."
As they chatted the girl began to relax, which was the whole point. Dessert was a chocolate confection with coffee to wash it down. At which point, Klavdiya started tensing up again.
"Come on," Mike said, standing up and holding out his hand. "No worries."
Klavdiya got up uncertainly and followed him to the sitting room.
"Not there?" she asked, pointing to the bedroom.
"In a bit," Mike said, sitting down on the couch and pulling her lightly down to sit beside him. He'd set out a bottle of mead beforehand and pulled the cork, pouring two small glasses. "This is just a bit stronger than the wine. It will relax you so I can have my way with you," he said, smiling humorously.
"I am yours, Kildar," the girl said, taking the small glass.
"In one gulp," Mike said, tossing his off. The mead was strong and warming.
"That is good," Klavdiya said, pulling her legs up onto the couch to tuck under her.
"Made from honey," Mike said, putting his arm on her shoulders. "I don't think you make it around here, much, which is strange. Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"No," Klavdiya said, looking up at him from lowered eyes that were still a bit frightened.
"Then let's try doing," Mike said, leaning over to kiss her.
She stiffened at first but then slid into his arms with a moan. He flicked his tongue against her lips and hers parted for him to enter. He ran his tongue around her mouth, but when his hand slid onto her thigh she stiffened up again.
He kept his hand away from taboo zones, sliding it up her side and eliciting another moan, then down to her thigh again. This time when it slid up it was inside the dress sliding up her nylon covered thigh. Klavdiya wriggled around so that he could get his hand further up and he slid it up, pushing the dress up at the same time, until his hand was on her ass. He rested it there for a time, just stroking, then ran the other hand under the dress and had it up and over her head before she realized.
She sat back at that, biting her lip, as he tossed the dress onto the coffee table.
"Kildar," she said, uncertainly.
"Shhhh," Mike replied. She was wearing light blue bikini panties and a matching front-opening bra, and nylons supported by a garter belt. The panties had been put on outside the garter; he presumed she'd had help in dressing from Anastasia. "Now's not the time for words."
He started over, holding her gently and kissing, then slid his tongue down her throat as she lay back and writhed under his hands. He slid his hand up and down her sides as he kissed and licked on her neck, getting a mouthful of perfume in the process that he ignored. He also had to spit out some hair, but that was a small price to pay. She had a lovely body, young and taut and firm. He slid his tongue down onto her chest, then reached up and opened up the bra. This time she didn't stiffen, just moaned and arched as he took one of her nipples in his mouth while gently tickling the other.
He slid his left hand away from the nipple and up behind her head, then slowly lowered her onto the couch, sliding his right hand down her side and along her leg as he continued to nuzzle at her luscious breasts. They were very firm, just fully swelled out and not even starting to sag. He could feel himself getting aroused and firmly told himself to calm down. The wonderful part about it was that he could take her any way that he wished. He owned her; she had no recourse but to do his will. It was a heady feeling of absolute power that he had to carefully control.
He slid his right hand under her ass as he nuzzled at her and slid the panties down, gently. She did stiffen at that, clamping her knees together. That excited him enough he couldn't help yanking them down between her clamped knees, then sliding his hand up between her legs, roughly, sliding a leg over to spread them and then slipping a finger into her warmness.
She started to draw back at that but he pinned her in place with his weight and forced his finger into her, rubbing gently. She moaned and writhed to get away but he pressed her down, continuing to nuzzle at her breasts and neck, slipping his tongue down onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder and pressing in hard. He could feel a wave of goose bumps cover her arms and stomach and she began to moisten as he gently manipulated her.
He still didn't take her, continuing to stroke her with tongue and finger, slowly spreading her legs as she loosened up under his expert touch. Finally, she arched and gasped, letting out a squeak of surprise as much as pleasure as she orgasmed.
He quickly pulled his pants off at that, spreading her wide and taking her as she was still shuddering. She was tight as hell and he had to work to get in but she let out a shriek of combined pleasure and pain as her hymen broke, rocking into him as he took her. He didn't worry about her pleasure, now, simply stroking hard. But he held back as well as he could, giving her a good, hard, long fucking for her first time until she was shrieking with pleasure and bucking under him. Then he came into her, hard, pinning her down and biting into her shoulder muscles to keep from shouting himself.
"Oh, Kildar," Klavdiya said, crying, as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. "That was . . ."
"There aren't words, love," Mike said, gently, stroking at her face.
"Oooh," she moaned as he slid out of her.
He'd planned for that as well, and picked up a cloth from the table, sliding it between her legs gently.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
"It hurt a little," she said. "But not so much. I must go clean up, Anastasia told me how."
"Meet me in the bedroom if you will," Mike said.
When she was gone he cleaned up the small amount of mess and wiped himself down, then went to the bedroom. He pulled the covers partially down, got undressed and was waiting for her when she came in. She was looking nervous again.
"Come on," Mike said, holding up the covers. "We're not even close to done, yet."
"Yes, Kildar," the girl said, uncertainly. She was still wearing her stockings and high-heels. She started to take them off but Mike gestured for her to stop.
"Leave them on," Mike said, grinning. "They're cute."
"Yes, Kildar," she said, uncertainly, but hopped into bed anyway.
"Now to show you the other ways you can please me," Mike said.
"I am told one," she said, smiling shyly. "Can I try?"
"Go ahead," Mike said, his brow furrowing.
The girl bent over and slid her head under the covers, one shoe-clad foot sticking out as she started giving him head, the foot waving back and forth thoughtfully as she worked.
She'd clearly been instructed in giving blowjobs by Anastasia, and Mike wondered if he should audit some of the "special" courses the harem manager was giving. She took him slowly at first, licking his dick like an ice-cream cone and getting it extended before she took him in her mouth. Once it was in she began working her head up and down, going faster and faster and sucking hard. At one point she went all the way down, taking him in the back of her throat and swallowing but that caused her to choke so she backed off and continued with her stroking.
/> Finally, Mike couldn't take it anymore; he reached down and pulled her back up on the bed and onto him. He lifted her legs to straddle his body and then inserted with her on top of him. She was quite moist; apparently giving head had excited her but it was still a struggle; the girl was still tight as hell. She bounced on him, working her hips and biting her lip as her fingers dug into his pectorals painfully.
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Oh, Kildar! OH GOD!"
As she came Mike rolled her over and slammed her, pinning her hands over her head to keep her from scratching any worse and pile-driving her as she screamed in ecstasy. He dug his elbows into the top of her shoulders to pin her in place against his thrusts and pounded for all he was worth until he came again.
"Kildar," she said as he rolled her onto his shoulder to cuddle. "I have never been with another man, but I cannot imagine it being better."
"Different men are . . . different," Mike said, sliding in to make contact with as much skin as possible. "Some are better than others. I pay attention and I care, it helps. Are you still okay?"
"I am sore," Klavdiya said. "But when you are in me, I don't care. But . . . I'm tired," she added, yawning.
"They call orgasm 'nature's tranquilizer,' " Mike said, smiling. "The problem with most men is they go to sleep right after they get theirs and they don't give the woman hers first."
"You don't go to sleep?" the girl said, sleepily, with another yawn.
"I'm a SEAL," Mike said, grinning. "We're supermen, hadn't you heard?"
Mike listened to her breathing for a bit and then yawned.
"But I could sleep," he admitted, drifting off.
He woke up in the middle of the night and as he felt the warm bundle against him, he was instantly fully awake. He thought about it for a second and then just pulled her over and spread her legs and took her.
It was hard getting in; she was dry and tight. As she woke up she struggled a bit but he clamped his hand over her mouth and forced it into her tight slot with a grunt of effort. He pinned her hands again, keeping his hand over her mouth, and simply took her, hard. He could see her eyes by the light from the window, wide and frightened, and it excited him tremendously.
"I'm taking you," he said, roughly. "I can take you any time I want. And I'm going to. I'm going to take you, again and again, whether you want it or not."
He felt her moisten instantly at that and her eyes closed and her head rolled back as she began to pant and buck. He didn't worry about her needs this time, though, simply taking what he wanted and coming into her again.
"That's the other side of me," Mike said, taking his hand off her mouth and pulling out of her. "The rough side of me. Sometimes it will come out."
"I liked it, Kildar," Klavdiya said, still panting. "I like you inside of me, taking me. Even when it hurts."
She cleaned up sketchily and then curled into him again. This time Mike was the first one to fall asleep.
* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
"Carting your girls around with you, now?" Meller asked as Katya and Lida walked over to watch the building dam. The engineer had hired three dump trucks from the area and some other equipment so the dam was building swiftly. The south side was about seventy percent filled in and the north about halfway with a building mound in the center. Besides the Keldara with hand compactors there were two rolling compactors, which looked somewhat like steam rollers, working the dirt.
"Sort of," Mike said. "I'm teaching Kat to be an assistant. Not for me, not long term, but it's something I think she could do as an occupation if she could keep from knifing her boss in the back. And it's a good way to learn how things work. Lida I'm keeping close as a bonding thing."
It had been three weeks since training, of the militia and the girls, had started and Mike was on his third young lady in as many weeks.
"And you've been doing a good bit of bonding," Meller said, grinning.
"This is a weird situation," Mike said. "At least for me. Not that I'm knocking it or anything. The sex is great."
"Well, fortunately with the training rotation we're not missing Kat," Meller said. "But the moans from down the hall are interesting. I guess she enjoys her new status."
"Apparently," Mike said, chuckling. Meller was not the first to comment on the sounds, by a long stretch. "How long?"
"Two weeks," Meller said in a satisfied tone. "Once we're finished with the main dirt laydown, all we have to do is cover it with clay and start filling. I figure about another two weeks for that. I'm going to turn over to Prael next week and get started on the electric."
"Don't forget my brewery building," Mike said.
"I haven't," Meller said. "Prael's going to start clearing the foundations tomorrow. Father Mahona's going to be in charge of the construction; it's going to be straight Keldara construction for the most part. Vanner's gotten a design for it and he's working with Mother Lenka on the brewing cycle."
"Works for me," Mike said. "I'll need someone to do the sales, though. I'm thinking of getting the Keldara town brew as an example so we can get some sales lined up for when we have our first batch done."
"You're assuming your first brew is going to be good enough for market," Meller pointed out.
"I'm trusting Mother Lenka on that one," Mike admitted. "I think she could get a saleable brew out of a stone. Time to go collect the girls before they distract the workmen too much. I'll be glad to have power from this thing; those generators I had installed are costing like crazy."
"So is this," Meller pointed out. "But it's capital expenditure. You'll have power from it for a century."
"I doubt I'll last that long," Mike said, chuckling.
* * *
"Mike, got something to discuss with you," Nielson said when he got back to the serai.
"Lida, go to classes," Mike said, patting the girl on the butt. "I'll come fetch you later. Katya . . ."
"I'll go finish my spreadsheet," Katya said, nodding.
"Projections on beer sales," Mike said, following Nielson to the latter's office. "Might be cart before the horse, but I figure we can start looking at what we might get."
"And it keeps her occupied," Nielson said, chuckling.
"And it keeps her occupied," Mike admitted. "I'm having a hard time finding work for her."
"Toss her over to me," Nielson said, sitting behind his overloaded desk. "I could use an assistant that can do spreadsheets."
"And her typing's improving," Mike said. "What can I do for you? How's the training going?"
"Good," Nielson admitted. "As far as I can tell at this point. With one exception."
"Gurun," Mike guessed. "What's happening?"
"He's really being . . . put on," Nielson said, frowning. "Not really his fault. Stuff happens and it all gets blamed on him, whether it's his fault or not. Even when it's clearly someone else's."
"Standard thing with the caillean," Mike said, grimacing.
"The problem is it's causing a real rift in his team," Nielson said. "I've spoken to Vil but he just shuts down on the subject. And none of the other team leaders are willing to let him transfer. It's like the whole clan has shut him out."
"They have in a way," Mike said, sighing. "I hate to lose a fighter, but they're not going to accept him no matter what." He thought about it for a second and then shrugged. "I don't know him from Adam. What's he like?"
"Smart," Nielson said, shrugging. "I don't know him well, either, but I've talked to Peters about him and he says he's actually very good. If he wasn't having this other problem he'd consider him for the team assistant slot. As it is . . ."
"Let me talk to him," Mike said, sighing. "Bring him up this evening. If we pull him we'll do it tonight."
"Will do," Nielson said.
* * *
"Kildar," Katya said when he got to his office. "I've prepared the spreadsheet on beer sales and a report on potential distributors I pulled from the internet. Two in Europe and six in America. Also . . . Sergeant Vanner and I
disagree on something. I would like you to talk to him about it."
"He's the intel head," Mike said, frowning. "I don't think you should go over his head."
"I thought about that," Katya replied. "But I also think it is important."
"Okay," Mike sighed. "Call him up here."
* * *
"Hey, Kildar," Vanner said when he got to the office. "What's up?"
"I hear you and Katya disagree on something," Mike said.
"Yeah," Vanner said, frowning. "But I was going to bring it up. I'm starting to think her way on it."
"Don't make me pull teeth to find out," Mike said, smiling thinly.
"It's the usual intel mess," Vanner said. "I've started working on a Humint side as well. I got with Vadim and he's feeding me everything that his men pick up along with gossip from the town that the girls pick up. Then I'm piecing that together with what we're getting from intercepts. Katya? You want to cover the rest?"
"The Chechen force that was going into Russia appears to have gotten intelligence that they were to be intercepted by the Russians," Katya said, pulling out some sheets of paper. "We got that from rumors from Nakosta, which is a town south of Alerrso. They also appear to have been told that it was we who told the Russians they were coming."
"Crap," Mike said, shaking his head. "I hate the fucking Russians."
"Agreed," Vanner said. "A Spetznaz team, operating in Georgia by the way, got a piece of them. The Spetznaz reported at least two KIA and some WIA, but they only got a small piece. The group was last reported headed west deeper into Georgia and the Spetznaz were recalled, choppered out. The rest of it is surmise from intercepts. The Chechens change frequencies, but they're really bad at it. They keep coming back to the previous freq, or one that was used recently, and broadcasting. So you get these scraps of intercept that might mean something and might not."
"The leader of the Chechen force that was going into Russia was called Breslav," Katya said. "And we got an intercept, two days ago: 'Breslav, have you reached Turdun.' "
"Turdun's a valley to the southeast," Mike said, frowning. "A couple of small farms. Are they going to raid there, you think?"