The Scout's Recovery - Part 1

Mistress Helane enters your tent before the sun rises. “Get up, sleepy head. You’ve been resting long enough and should be able to do your shift.”

You blink your eyes at the lantern light. For a second you want to say, “My Chest…” You stop yourself before finishing the comment about your chest and the healers’ recommendations. You realize those are Kerry’s thoughts. Apparently, you both were dreaming together. You cough loudly to clear your throat and sit up.

Helane holds the lamp to your face. “Look at me.” She pauses as you focus your eyes. “Who am I?”

You look at her the best you can with the glare of the lamp, “You’re Helane, one of the three senior healers assigned to this field station.” Your voice has a little edge of frustration to it.

She grabs one of your storage chests and uses it as a seat. “How are you doing?”

You shake your head for a moment, making sure that the thoughts are yours and yours alone. Then you let out a slow exhale. “Lanie, I’m sorry. Give me a minute. I’ll be dressed and ready for my shift.”

She places her lamp down, and reaches for your hands. “Marge, are you really ready?” She asks in a quiet tone.

You take a slow, deep breath. Feeling echo pains in your chest from Kerry. You take another breath, thinking “My chest wasn’t pierced by arrows. My muscles weren’t cut. My skin wasn’t broken.” As you slowly release that breath, the echoes fade. “I’m okay.”

Her hands are still holding yours. “Should I ask, or just scold you?” The tone of her voice is soft but still firm.

You look into her eyes, “I should have known better.” You pause for a moment. “We train specifically for those kind of emergencies.” For a second you think of both Kerry and Tomas. The scout leather armour, the arrows in the chest, and their bodies lying on a table. Their images shift and blur in your mind.

“Why did you do it then?” she softly asks. “You knew the dangers and the risks. What if an artery had severed while you were Merged? You could have gone into shock or worse.”

You nod your head. “One almost did. I repaired it before we removed the arrow.” You pull your hands free from hers. “Let me make an official report. The alarm was sounded as the scout was brought into the tent. I used the Seeing spell to look inside. He had two hobgoblin arrows, one cleanly pierced his lung and the other cracked a rib, his breast bone and sliced an artery. I stabilized him before we removed his armour. When the breastplate was removed, the arrow near the heart shifted and instead of using a pleasure charm to counter the pain, I used Merge. I felt like I was better able to control the situation from within.”

Helane slowly nods. “Yes, Georgie and I already took statements from everyone and added them to the chronicles. But the question that we can’t answer is ‘why’.”

You take a moment and tell her about Tomas. You also realize at that point how much Kerry physically looks like him. When you finish, she places a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll leave the ‘he looked like my dead lover’ part out of my report. I’ll write that you made a judgement call. One, that you would reprimand a younger healer for doing.”

You both stand up. She gives you a reassuring hug. “Marge, I have one last question. Have you thought about how much older you are than him?”

You are struck by that for a moment. You release the hug and look at her. “What? No. We’re similar age. I left the Collegium and he joined the Scouts at the same time.” You pause. “Dammit. That’s Tomas.” You close your eyes and look carefully at Kerry’s memories. He was just becoming a man. Gabriel was a teen. He’s only been a scout for a few years. You are 10 or more years older than him. “Oh Lanie, what have I done?”

“You’re my peer. You taking a younger lover isn’t a problem, if that is where the Merge leads. But I caution you, make sure you both actively choose each other outside of the spell.” She picks up the lamp, “Clean up, get dressed, and go to work. We can talk again over breakfast. Georgie will have a few questions too.

You stifle a groan at that thought. “Great. I can imagine it now. ‘So what did it feel like when you both ejaculated? How badly do you want to be Merged when he fucks a camp follower?’ or something equally blunt and embarrassing.”

Shortly you are walking through the Healing Tent as the sky lightens at the horizon. There are a couple less patients than you remember. You review the chronicles, and see that no one had died, and a few were returned to their units for either duty or medical release.

A sliver of the bright edge of the sun is on the horizon as your stomach grumbles. It’s time to ‘break the fast’ and have a little something in the dining tent. You make sure that the younger medics have all had food first. The field cooks have large pots of porridge. It’s nutritious, but not what you are in the mood for, so you fill a bowl with sliced fruit, and a piece of travel bread. Mistresses Helane and Georgina are sitting at the small round table near the edge of the tent. A third seat is empty and waiting for you. An empty earthenware mug is marking your place.

You give a formal nod and say “Greetings and Good Morning, Mistress Healers, how fare you?”

They respond with “We are doing well, but have much to discuss.” Using the code phrase that you will be talking official business at the table. They both nod and motion for you to take your seat.

A cook’s assistant brings a tea pot. “Do you require anything else Mistresses?”

Georgina takes the teapot. “No thank you. That will be all.” You set down your bowl as she fills the empty mug. The younger medics at the nearest tables quickly finish and leave, to give you privacy. You give a sly smile to your fellow Mistresses who cover their smiles with their steaming tea mugs. You close your eyes and offer a prayer to the Source of all healing power, and thanks for the strength that food provides.

When you open your eyes both Lanie and Georgie are looking at you. “Marge, are you just you?” Helane asks.

You nod. “Yes. I was just praying for a moment.” You take a bite of fruit. “Is there really something we need to discuss or did you just want to clear the area for a bit?” you ask in a low tone.

Georgina leans in. “I have so many questions.”

You chuckle and slowly shake your head. “Of course you do. But can you keep them unrelated to sex?” you reply with a grin.

She gives you a mock shocked expression. “I’d never…It’s simply out of medical curiosity, and to add to the chronicles.”

You chuckle at that. “Of course Georgie, its so important to write down that, ‘during the mutual orgasm that occurred as the arrows were thrust through the body, the healer’s clitoris felt as though semen was spurting out of it as it throbbed in time with the patient’s erection.’ Or should I make it sound even more clinical?”

Her eyes widen at that. She moves her chair closer. “Is that really what happened? You are the only one of us to have used a Merge spell like that.”

You sip your tea and nibble on your travel bread, trying to think how you want to answer. You look around and then lean in. “The emotional Bonding spell that we’ve used during sex is similar. But Merging is not just the matching of heartbeats and emotions, but also full joining of memories and physical sensations.”

Helane slowly nods, “I know. I’ve been watching you as you recovered from the spell. Does your chest hurt?”

Georgina waits in anticipation for your answer. You square your shoulders and slowly rotate them. Just under your breasts there is a slight echo pain. Less intense than this morning. “There’s still something, but less painful.”

Georgina raises her hand just over your chest. “May I?” She asks. You nod and wait as you feel her hand lightly press on your chest. Even through your robes you feel the tingle of magic as she peers into you. “It’s there but it’s not.” She mutters. “Physically there are no marks or scars. But…” you feel a gentle finger of power probe the muscles. Pain echoes flair along your breasts and back.

Your hands tighten around the mug of tea and you bite your lower lip to stifle a moan. You almost instinctively start thinking “Not my pain. Not my body. The echoes are not real. I’m me, not him.” You are so focused, you don’t feel Georgie when she withdraws her spell.

“Oh.” You softly hear as you maintain your focus until the echoes are gone. When you open your eyes again, she says. “I’m sorry. Lanie said they were there. I had to see for myself.”

“It’s okay Georgie. It is a reminder that I need to find Kerry and teach him some exercises that will help with recovery and rebuild his strength. I knitted things back together but there’s more to do.” You have another mouthful of fruit.

The rest of breakfast is spent just talking about what you missed while not on shift. Georgie keeps hinting that, maybe while you teach Kerry exercises, he repays you with some personal time and pleasure sharing. “Young men have lots of stamina and need to be properly taught by an experienced hand.”

“And how many herbalists and surgeons hands have you been guiding after shift lately?” You ask with a sly smile.

“Well if you really must know there are a couple of them. One with a nice piece…” she hold her hands up leaving about gap about the diameter of a lunch plate.

You place your hands over hers. “I thought you were interested in mentoring young women while we’re supporting the military.” You notice that Helane gives a nervous cough at that. You look at her. “Oh, really Lanie. I thought your sorcerer lover was enough for you.”

“He’s been occupied with the war, and there is a young healer who I’m giving special lessons to.” She says in an almost conspiratorial tone. “She’s eager to learn and helps me after a long shift.”

You push your empty bowl next to the empty teapot. “So apparently while I’ve been focused on coordinating healing and recovery efforts, both of you have found some ‘after hours’ entertainment.” They both start to protest but you respond with a broad smile. “Good. Just don’t let it interfere with operations. If things get serious on any front, then end things and focus on the mission.” They both nod. “I’ll have to figure out to do with my scout.”

“If you need some suggestions. I know half a dozen positions..” Geogina says with a sly grin.

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m on shift until tonight. Go rest. I’ll get either of you if I need.” You head to the Recovery tent. In there, you take time to visit each patient. You take a little magic power and strengthen each person you visit. It’s just a general, laying of hands. As you ask each one feels, you send a trickle of energy to aid their natural healing whether it is to help with wound closure, assist with fracture repair, or just boost the immune system. You want to give lessons on gentile healing to some of the younger healers, but are interrupted.

The Healer and the Scout - Part 2

 

Your mind is full of images. Some are yours and some are the scout’s. The most painful and clear is that of Tomas, your first lover. A scout, brought home with arrows sticking out of him. He was too close to death to be saved. Sorrow and pain weigh on you. “If I can save them I will. No matter the cost.” An unfamiliar face of a girl crying and saying “Kerry, you don’t need to enlist. Let’s get married. Others can fight.” The images shift to the Collegium, and a healer teaching you “Orgasms while using pleasure spells to block pain are common.” Your classmates giggle like children. “This is serious and not an excuse to use pain to bring forth an orgasm.” There is another shift, and a man who you feel is ‘Father’, gives you a disappointed look. “Son, we are merchants. Marry Gabriel and work the store. Let others serve.” Next image is of your mentor telling you “Use an emotional stimulation charm if you can. The Merge spell should only be used in extreme cases. The bond lasts well beyond its use.” You yell at your mentor in pain and frustration “If I could have Merged, I would have saved him.” Her disapproving scowl is the last image as you wake. “He was too far gone. You can’t heal them all.” You hear as her voice trails off.

There is a warm pot of herbal tea and a cup on the stand next to your cot. You pour a cup and sip it. Diana, A junior healer comes in. “You’re awake, Mistress. I was going to replace the pot if you were still asleep.” You move to sit up. Your muscles feel stiff from lack of use. “How long was I out?”

She slowly shakes her head, “Almost two full days. You pushed yourself harder than you allow us.”

You lean back against the canvas wall of your tent. “It was a mistake, Diana. I used the Merge spell.”

She nods and hands you a small unwrapped piece of travel bread. “Here, eat this.” As you take a bite, she continues. “We all saw.” She unwraps some more and places it on the stand. “Mistress, during the worst of the fighting, you wouldn’t let any of us use it.”

You swallow and then take a sip of tea. The warm herb infused water feels good going down your throat. “I shouldn’t have used it either.” You softly admit. You rub your chest and feel where the arrows hit the scout. There are no scars on your skin, but your muscles feel like they tore and then stitched together. “If I let any of you do it, most of you wouldn’t have survived a month.” You finish the piece of travel bread and wash it down.

“Mistress, why did you do it then? Wouldn’t a pleasure charm have worked?” She asks genuinely curious.

You lean forward to sit up straight, and your muscles scream. You bite your lower lip in pain. Diane pours another cup of tea for you. “Here drink this.”

You nod, resting your elbows on your knees. You take another deep drink. You call on magic to remove the echoes of the scouts wounds, but you are still too weak to direct it. You place the empty cup on the stand. “This, Diana is why we can only use it as last resort. It drains you and riddles your body with echo pains from your patient.” She gives you another piece of travel bread. “Please eat Mistress. Food gives strength. I’ll have the herbalists make another pot of health tea.”

She grabs the small teapot. You place a hand on hers. “You’re right a pleasure charm would have worked. I should have done that, but I just reacted. The opposite of what I tell all of you to do.”

She gives you a weak smile. “I understand, Mistress.” She stops, “Mistress Helane has been making your rounds. I’ll have her brief you when her shift ends. I’ll be back with more tea and some pemmican to go with the travel bread.”

You stand up, move to your meditation cushion, and sit. Closing your eyes you focus on your breathing and circulation. You feel a strange echo of mismatched pulses. “Mine…My pulse…. Not his…..” you think. You lick your lips as you feel your heartbeat. You concentrate on it. The echo seems very close and hard to block.

The smell of freshly roasted game pulls you out of your meditation. The flap of your tent opens and the Scout comes in carrying a large plate and a tea pot.

“You’re awake.” He says as he sits down on the floor of the tent. You notice that he winces a bit as he extends the plate to you.

“Are you in pain?” you ask.

“I’m alive. All because of you.” He pours some tea into a little metal cup and then fills yours.

You take it and say “I accept what you offer in the spirit in which it was given.” Using the scouts’ standard diplomatic phrase.

He nods and takes a sip. “Marg…I mean Mistress Healer, is that a leftover from the spell?”

You shake your head, “My lover was a scout.” You want to tell him about Tomas, but a lump rises in your throat as you think about him.

The scout sits in front of you, placing a reassuring hand on yours. “But that’s from the spell.” You nod, feeling his comforting emotions too.

“I’m Kerry” he says as he points to the plate of food. “I felt that you were hungry.”

You look at the roasted game and cooked root vegetables. “These are from the cook?”

“No, they are still serving travel rations.” He says as he uses his knife to spear a chunk of potato. “I woke up, surprised that I didn’t have stitches and bandages. So I hunted up something fresh.” He slowly bites into it. “I have memories of seeing through your eyes.” He then shifts a little uncomfortably, “And how do you thank you for one of the strangest sexual experiences of my life?”

You take a knife and fork, then slice into the meat. “This is more than enough.” You say as you bite into it. “But why rabbit? A plate of pemmican would be good enough.”

He smiles broadly. “Because of you, I can still shoot a bow.” He flexes his arms, expanding his chest.

You wash down the bite with some healing tea. “A game bow isn’t a war bow.”

He rotates his left shoulder. “I know. One of the healers mentioned something about special exercises to help return me to full ability.”

You smile as you feel the desire to rotate your shoulder too but fight against it. “If the surgeon had stitched you, then you wouldn’t be able to fire a bow for a couple of weeks until everything was healed. Then you’d have to do exercises to recover your strength and flexibility. By using magic, I sped up the healing but you’ll still need to do the exercises.”

He takes another bite of food and leans in closer. “Why did you use magic to heal me? Is because of…” he pauses and thinks for a moment, then says “Tomas? I think that’s the name that keeps echoing in my head.”

Just hearing his name said aloud causes another lump in your throat. Kerry reaches to comfort you. “I don’t want to cause you sadness or pain, but I don’t understand it. We saw so many soldiers and scouts brought off the battlefield. Many of them are still recovering. But you healed me with magic because of someone named Tomas?”

Tears well up in your eyes. You want to run away. You want to tell him to leave. You want the pain to end. Kerry’s hand softly holds yours. “I’m causing this, I should leave. Thank you for saving me.” He starts to stand up. You keep hold of his hand.

“No. Sit. We’ve been in each other’s minds and bodies.” You wipe your eyes. “I haven’t talked about him to anyone.” You shake your head. “I haven’t really dealt with it myself. Stay. Eat and drink with me. Let’s learn about each other like we should have.”

He sits and continues to eat while listening to you tell about, your scout; your love; Tomas. How you and he were stationed together on a border outpost. Both of you new to your positions. You worked at the Healing House under your mentor. Tomas was just a member of the scout platoon, protecting the border. It was during a time of peace. Times when you both learned to enjoy quiet of the sunrise and the calm of the sunset. He taught you how to read the weather, standard code phrases and greetings, then some self-defense. You taught him how to feel the magical energy around him. He didn’t have the gift to use it, but he could recognize when it’s there which was helpful with magical traps and items. You also taught him basic healing techniques that didn’t require magic. Beginner herbalism and basic life saving skill that are taught to all who work in the Healing House.

As you tell Kerry all of this, you see that he’s clearly seeing this in his mind. The images that you shared during the Merge spell. He doesn’t interrupt but smiles, knowingly.

“Then there was that day.” You start to say.

He places his fingers to your lips. “Margaret. I see that day clearly. Don’t say it. I see the arrows in his chest. I feel your panic and frustration as he dies before you. I, too, feel that empty pain.”

You exhale, center yourself, and then smile. “So it’s ‘Margaret’ now, not ‘Mistress Healer’?” you say with a wink then take his hand. “Of course, Kerry, I’m Margaret to you.” You kiss the back of his hand as your fingers interlace his. “You saw me and Tomas, just like I saw you and Gabriel.” You pause and look deeply into his eyes. “Tell me about her.”

He talks about how they were to be married. He was going to work in his father’s store and she was the daughter of a traveling merchant. But when bandit attacks were on the rise, he felt it was his responsibility to enlist and fight back. He was good with a bow, a good rider, and knew how to negotiate. All skills needed by scout units. Without him saying it, you see the disappointment of his father when he leaves to enlist. The tears of Gabriel along with the angry words of her father.

You hug Kerry. “I’m sorry that I forced you to share those memories.”

His arms hold you too. “You did what you thought was best. Now I know why.”

You want to kiss him, but stop. “This closeness isn’t real. The magic made it.” You release him and sigh. “You should go. We both need to rest more. I need to meditate.”

He kisses you. His lips feel good on yours. “As you wish, Margaret.” He says as he stands, taking the empty plate and teapot. He stops at the door flap. “Who will help me with those special exercises?”

You smile, and slowly shake your head. “Come back tomorrow morning. I’ll help you.” You close your eyes and prepare to meditate. “See you then, Kerry.” You hear the flap rustle as it closes. You softly breathe as you try to clear your thoughts. You softly say to yourself. “Yes, I will see you then.”

The Healer and the Scout - Part 1

That smell of canvas. It fills your nose. Luckily it’s mostly that and the smell of distilled spirits used to clean the wounded that fills the air of the Healing Tent. You’ve lost track of how many weeks you and the others have been here. Originally the Queen’s dispatch said that you would have a ‘building to cleanse and heal those damaged by the fighting’. But what Her Majesty didn’t know is the military officers and sorcerers took every sound structure in the area and turned into an operational outpost or barracks.

When you pleaded your case, both the army and the mages, stood together saying that they needed sturdy and secure places for conducting and planning the war. It wasn’t their fault that the hobgoblin army and their shaman destroyed everything larger than a farm house.

You’ve operated in field conditions before, and the sorcerers provided you their best and largest tents. Larger than yours alone, so there is plenty of room for the wounded to recover. You walk between the cots filled with recovering people. Many of the younger medics are maintaining those that they can. You stop and talk to one that you don’t know well, “Are there any problems? Is there any sign of infection?”

She looks up at you as she removes an herb-infused bandage and replaces it with a plain, clean one. “No, Mistress Healer. If I find anything beyond my herbalist skills, I’ll request help from you or one of the other healers.”

“Very good.” You say and move to the next one. That’s why you didn’t know her, she’s one of the herbalists. They, along with the surgeons, can treat and cure most of those who are sick or wounded, allowing the healers to save their magic for when it is truly needed.

When you first arrived, the worst of the fighting was still going on, so you set up a schedule of work and rest for the healers. A healer drained of their magic is of limited use, so rest, to replenish magic is as important as eating.

The herbalists and surgeons set up their own schedules, but it was your job to coordinate all of them. Their skills and knowledge is different than yours and many times, needed more.

Those first weeks could have drained and exhausted everyone, which would have left many wounded untended. But you balanced it all, and saved as many as you could.

Now, the sorcerers and the army have pushed the hobgoblins and their shaman back to their side of the border, so things are calmer. It allows those in the Healing Tent, time to recover and return to their lives. The scouts and knights are patrolling and keeping the area safe for now.

You finish your daily check of the Tent and head for the field kitchen and the dining tent. Before you get there, a warning horn is sounded as a pair of riders head straight for the Healing Tent. You see arrow fletching sticking out from chest of one. “Mistress Healer. Wounded Scout!”

It’s the thing you dread most. “Off the horse and lie him on the table.” You yell.

The surgeon is also there. The leather armour fasteners are cut but everyone waits for you to look at him. The other scout is checked by an herbalist while you focus on his partner. Not a lot of blood visible, but the armour and arrows are probably holding it in. You close your eyes, let the magic flow. Without opening them, you “see” clearly into the chest of the man. One arrow went between his ribs and was stopped by the backplate of his armour. Using the magic, you look carefully at the barbed arrowhead. The hobgoblin arrows are wicked and have to be pushed through. You tell the surgeon. “That one is a straight through, but passed through the lung.” He nods and has his assistants bring the wet bindings that will make a temporary seal, and keep his lung from collapsing. You shift your focus to the other arrow. The breastbone is nicked and one of the ribs is cracked. The arrow was stopped by where his ribs connect. “We’ll have to move and push this one through too, but I’ll also try to heal some of the damage.”

An assistant shortens the shafts and clips off the fletchings, as a couple of others ready to remove his chest plate. “When I say, pull it off.” You direct as you still watch the arrowhead. There is an artery that is nicked but not fully severed. If the barbs shift the wrong direction, they will slice through it. You put some healing force into him. The cracked rib is slowly mending and the nick in the artery is stitching itself together. You can’t do too much because the arrows still have to go through him. The surgeon knows what you are doing and stabilizes the shaft closest to the heart. “Are you ready to remove the chest plates?” He quietly asks, while trying not to distract your focus. Sweat forms on your brow as you delicately guide the healing energy, fixing what you have to. “Ok. Now.” You say.

You keep focused on the chest of the scout. The leather back plate slides off, but the front one is lifted off. The scout moans in pain as the arrows shafts move. You have to block the pain by feeding his pleasure center. You place a hand on his forehead and use a ‘Merging spell’. It allows you to share what he feels, and for you to counter it with your strength. The expected pain moves into you, but you grit your teeth and then exhale. Pleasure chemicals in the body flood both yours and his brains. Your breathing matches his, as do your heartbeats. You feel his shirt being cut away as if it was your robe. You feel his erection as he feels your wetness. It’s not pleasure for pleasure’s sake, it’s pleasure to block the pain. You know the surgeon is working. “I’ll push the arrows when you are ready.” You try to keep him delirious with pleasure. “Do it.” You tell the surgeon. You feel sharp piercings penetrate through your chest. You and the scout moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. An orgasm ripples through both of you. It’s a side affect of being linked. “Can you close the wounds or have me stitch?” The surgeon asks. Your breathing is hard now. There is still more healing magic in you, so you answer in a tone full of lust and desire. “I’ve got this.”

Tears in the skin and muscle join and knit. Parts that were violently cut rejoin as you guide the magic. Pleasure moves through you again as you repair and strengthen his body. Sweat covers both of your bodies. Your energy is starting to fade. A younger healer takes your hand. “Mistress, Break the contact. It’s done.”

Even with your hand removed the magic link is still there.

A weak voice croaks “We’re finished.” It’s the scout whose thoughts echo in yours. A post orgasmic glow radiates from you as separate from him. Looking down, you see the scout drift off to sleep, with a post coital smile on his lips. His bare chest is slightly scarred but he is healed. An herbalist wipes the semen from his crotch. “Mistress, I’ll fetch fresh clothes for him.”

You nod and take a step. Hands grab and stabilize you. With the magic gone, you are drained and exhausted. 

“You shouldn’t have healed him fully.” The surgeon scolds you as he walks you to your tent. “We would have stitched him up.”

In a drowsy tone you respond, “I was in too deep. Can’t let another one die like that.” You barely notice lying down on your cot. Deeply you sleep.

Love of a Circus Clown - Part 2

All morning, she is busy. Every time you try to see her, she is either with her family, or with Barbara the trainer and Pickles the chimp. You’ll just have to wait until practice time.

During practice, she’s cold and focused on the routine. Her normal warmth and brightness seem gone, replaced by professional determination. When your cousin Alexi asks how things are going, Katya smiles at him “My part’s going well. We’ll be ready tonight.” Her smile is the smile she usually gives to you. He gives both of you a thumbs up. When she focuses on you, the smile is gone. You try to talk, but she shakes you off and works on the physical routines.

When practice ends, she goes back to Barbara and Pickles. You try to follow but Alexi intercepts you. “Okay Little Brother, what did you do?” Alexi only calls you ‘little brother’ when he wants to have a serious talk. He guides you to his trailer. “Before you tell me ‘Everything’s fine’ or some other lie, I watched you and remember I’m with Barbara. I want to hear it from you, before Barbara tells me what Kat’s telling her.”

You sigh, “I fucked up.” You explain that you wanted to go with Monique, and she turned you down. You explain what Kat said about loving you, and that she only wants you if you want her. Alexi goes to the mini-fridge and pulls out a couple of non-alcoholic beers and hands you one. “We’re on soon, but you’re going to want to drink as we talk.” You nod and sip the cold liquid. He’s been giving you beers forever. He always acts like that older brother who is almost breaking the rules.

You start to speak, but he stops you. “Sit and listen. It’s not as bad as you think, right now. But you’ll have to fix it. First, do you remember before I started dating Barbara?” You think back, but during the summers everything’s so busy you never really noticed, so you shake your head.

“I tried to date Angelique, Monique’s older sister. So, no, a clown wanting to be with an aerialist isn’t crazy. But they literately look down on us. I was about your age when this happened.” He takes a swig from his bottle. “The other thing you should know is Kat’s not a virgin.”

You’re a little stunned by this. “Who?” you ask in a sputter.

“Do you remember last season when that ‘townie’ kept hanging around her trailer?”

“The guy in the ‘heavy metal t-shirts’? Did he?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I explained to her that you don’t want the reputation of sleeping with ‘townies’. Let the ‘flying floozies’ and dancers do that. We’re clowns.”

“And fiercely proud of it.” You finish in a mock ‘Monty Python’ tone.

He smiles and nods. “Her first time should be special, so I took her to a fancy place, paid for a nice dinner, and even got a hotel room for the night.”

You think back to last year. But your parents kept you busy learning ‘the family routines’ and you spent less time with Kat. “Was that when..”

“Little Brother, it doesn’t matter when. Just know that she has some experience. We agreed that she appreciated the lessons, but didn’t want me.”

“But wait, you have been with Barbara for over….” You try to comment.

“Yes. Barbara was part of why I did it. She has been friends with Kat’s family for years. She thinks of Kat as a little sister. So, she wanted Kat’s first time to be safe and wonderful.”

“What would you have done if she fell in love with you?” You ask.

“I would have reminded her that, deep down, she loves you.” He says as he glances at the time. “It’s time to get dressed. Focus on your routine. Afterwards she should be more receptive to talking.”

As you go to your trailer, your father sees you. “Did you and Alexi have a good talk?”

You stammer for a moment. “What do you mean?”

He gives you that warm fatherly smile. “During practice, we saw that something’s off. Alexi said he’d talk to you. Did it go well?”

You nervously bite your lower lip, “Can we talk about it another time?”

“Of course. Your mother and I are always available. I know, your eighteen now, want to do things for yourself, but remember..”

“I’m a clown from a clown family. Yes, Papa.” You give him a weak smile, a thumbs up, then enter your trailer to get dressed.

After you paint your ‘sad hobo’ face, there’s a knock at your door. When you open it, Pickles hands you a note and leaves. It isn’t the first time you’ve received a note via ‘chimp mail’ but you hadn’t expected it. You read “I’m sorry I was cold earlier. Let’s talk after the show. K”

As you line up with the rest of the clowns, Katya stands next to you. She gives you a smile but it’s her ‘performer smile’. You sigh and smile back trying to give a broad smile to counter the frown painted on your face.

Entering the Main Tent, you wave and smile at the audience, walking in your floppy shoes. Katya extends her hand for you to hold. You take it. You always hold each other’s hands during the Parade of Clowns. After you exit the tent, you go to the staging area. Soon it’s your turn to go to the center of the main tent. Katya follows behind you on her unicycle, juggling three soft cubes. Your prop table is already in the ring, and you lead the way. She tosses you a cube, as you toss an Indian club to her. It’s a one for one exchange. As she juggles the Indian clubs, you juggle the soft cubes, then purposely have each one hit your head one at a time. Little kids laugh as you rub your head in an exaggerated manner. Then Katya asks “Ready?” You nod and she lobs each club so it goes up and bounces off the top of your head. You look like you are going to catch them, but you miss as they hit your head, like they are supposed to. The crowd laughs. Katya moves her unicycle closer, slides from the seat, bounces off a trampoline, and lands on your shoulders. The familiar weight of her on your neck feels good. You do your fake clumsy stumble, just as always. Then you get to your mark and fall. Katya prepares and lands on her feet as you hit the sawdust face first. The crowd cheers as she waves and turns. She then reaches down, helps you up and uses a comically large whisk broom to brush you off before you both bow and leave the ring.

Outside of the tent you ask, “What do you want to talk about?”

She shakes her head and pulls you to the side. “Not here. Not yet. After tonight’s finale.” You quietly wait.

After the finale, all of the clowns hug and cheer before they head to their trailers. You don’t see Katya, so you head for her trailer, still in full costume.

In a few minutes, she arrives. “The show went well.” You say. She gives you a weak smile. “I’d received a message you want to talk.”

She nods. “I think Pickles should be part of the act again. Like when we were younger.”

You are thoroughly confused. “Oh. I thought you wanted to talk about last night. I was an idiot. I’m sorry.” You step closer. “I talked with Alexi.” In a much quieter tone you say, “He told me that you’re not a virgin. That you are someone special. I should have seen it, but I’m an idiot.”

She stops and looks around for a second. “Let’s talk inside.”

Her trailer is similar to yours, there is just enough room to sleep and dress. You sit on the stool while she sits on her bunk. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper. “Yes, I’m not a virgin. He showed me sex is something beautiful and special.” She looks down, and you can’t tell if she is crying or hiding her face. “I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would change how you see me.”

You place a hand on hers. “He told me he made it special for you.” You then use your other hand to raise her chin, so you look into her eyes. “I’ve always thought of you like a sister.” You feel a lump in your throat and swallow it. “But last night, I saw how sexy you are.” You move and sit on the bunk next to her. “I’m not a virgin either.” She gives you a doubtful look. “The night after my birthday, your Uncle took me to one of the retired dancers. She wasn’t what I expected, but she took her time with me.”

She looks into your eyes. “So, we have both been with someone. Do you want to touch me? Not like a sister, or a friend, or even a partner.” She interlaces her fingers in yours and then uses the finger of her other hand to trace the painted frown on your face. “Do you want to touch me like I want to touch you? Like the most special person I know?”

She leans in for a kiss. You want it to be perfect. Your lips slide across her. The kiss is clumsy and awkward. You stop and softly chuckle. She smiles too and laughs. “We should probably remove the greasepaint before we go any farther.”

She grabs a box of wipes. You pull one out and start to remove makeup. Starting at her lips and cheeks, you softly wipe away the black and white harlequin pattern. She takes a wipe too and begins at your forehead, removing the hobo coloring and your round rubber nose. Both of you use the wipes so softly, almost lovingly. When it is time to remove the makeup from around the eyes, she closes hers first. You take a fresh cloth and carefully remove the small diamond patterns. Then you close your eyes. You feel her wiping away the black and white circles from yours. When you finish, you open your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, I just never saw it.” You reach up and use your thumb to softly caress her lips. They feel warm and smooth.

She moves your hand away and kisses you. This time her lips connect with yours. They are soft. Better than you imagined.

She hugs you. The thick layers of costume dull the sensation. “Let’s finish undressing.” You say as you slide her white skull cap off, revealing her light brown hair. She nods, and removes yours too, so you no longer look like a balding, sad hobo but a teen-aged man.

You both stand up and help each other out of your costumes. Soon she is only in her leotard and you’re in a tank-top and briefs.

Her hand caresses your crotch as she kisses you again. Your hands rub her small breasts. You slide the shoulders of her leotard down, freeing them. They are so lovely. You continue to work the leotard down her body. As you do, she raises up your t-shirt. “I want to see what you’re hiding too.” One of her hands caresses your chest as the other one rubs the hardening shaft inside your briefs. Between the motion of her hand and the sexiness of her body you are so excited.

As the last of her costume slides down her hips and tight ass, you notice her beautiful trimmed pussy. “You don’t wear underwear under this?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Now let’s see what you’ve got.” She pulls you free from your briefs. You kiss her again as your fingers play with her nipples and she strokes your hard cock. Both of you shiver a moment. You don’t know if it’s the air in the trailer or your initial nervousness with each other. You break the kiss, “Can I suck your nipples?”

She nods “Yes, but also feel me. Like I’m feeling you.”

Her hand is slowly stroking you. It feels so good. Her hard nipple feels good in your mouth as you suck it firmly. She moans in pleasure. A sound that excites you more.

You reach a hand down between her legs and use a fingertip to softly feel her wet lips. Tracing along and between the damp folds. You suck the other nipple. She moans again, and grips your shaft harder. Her hand is slick with your pre-cum and then it is pulsing as you shoot your cum onto her smooth stomach.

You stop sucking and look down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect…”

She releases you and then slowly licks her fingers. “Not what I expected either.”

You feel almost embarrassed. “I want to make it special. Special for both of us.”

She hugs and kisses you. “I want you to lick me. Have you ever done that before?”

Part of you wants to lie and say “Of course, I eat pussy all the time.” But this is Kat. She’s been so real and honest tonight, so you answer, “No. Tell me what you want.”

She lies on the bed with her knees bent and legs spread. “Now get on your knees and look at my pussy.” You do as she asks. “Can you use just the tip of your tongue and slowly lick me?” You put your hands on her hips to better balance yourself, lean forward, and slowly lick up and down as she directs. She has you lick around her folds, then between them. At the top of her pussy, she has you slowly lick her clit. “Yes, like that.”

“Should I suck it?” you ask.

“Oh yes, please suck it.” You put your mouth around it and gently suck. It feels different. Different than her nipples but he moans almost the same way. You feel her fingers reach down and grab your hair. “Yes. That’s it. Not so hard. Yes. Can you use a finger too?” You move your hand from her hips and as you continue sucking her clit, you slowly work a finger into her wet opening. “Yes. Move it in and out. Add a twist too.” She explains as she starts panting. Her pussy is so wet. You slide your finger as she asked. You continue licking and sucking her clit. She moans louder and pulls your hair. Her thighs tighten around your head as her slit pulses around your finger. “Oh God That’s So GOOD.” She says as her body shudders. It’s the first time you’ve seen a woman orgasm. As she moans you get excited too and shoot a load on the edge of her bed. She pulls you on top of her and kisses you. “You are amazing. Better than I dreamed.”

You kiss and hug her. “Do you want..” you start to ask.

She puts her fingers to your lips. “Let’s stop for now. I want to have more special nights with you.”

“Kat, are you sure?” you ask feeling a little impatient.

She nods and kisses you again. “We’re together. We can learn and try things at our own pace. Make things always special between us.”

“Should I..” you start to ask.

“Go to your trailer and get some rest. I’ll see you at breakfast.” She sits up and helps you pull on your pants and coat. You carry the rest.

When you get to your trailer, your father is waiting on the stairs. “So, did you and Katya have a good time?”

You aren’t sure how to answer him, but you say, “She made it special.”

“Good. Did I ever tell you that your mother and I started off as partners?”

You nod, letting out a sleepy yawn. “Yes Papa, you’ve told me that many times.”

He stands up and claps you on the back “Good. Get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow. Katya’s a good girl and you’re a good boy. You make a good pair.”

You smile thinking about how she felt in your arms. “Yes Papa we do. Goodnight.”

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Love of a Circus Clown - Part 1

 

“You’re just a clown.” Monique says and laughs at you as she turns away dismissively.

“But you’re so beautiful and amazing.” You say, looking at the back of her sequined costume that clings so tightly to her sexy aerialist body.

“I know. Why did you ever think you had a chance with me?” She responds without looking back.

You want to reach out, but her comment “You’re just a clown” feels hurtful and mean in a way you didn’t expect. You drop the flowers that you brought for her as you walk back to your trailer. You blink away tears. Men like you don’t cry. “What was I thinking?” you mutter quietly.

That’s easy. The 22-year old trapeze artist, you have watched for years, turned you down. Yes, she’s a little older than you. But you’re 18 now. You’re going to work the circus full-time this year. You even put on a suit, washed off the grease paint, and bought her some flowers. You waited for her, near her trailer, to see her at the end of her show. But she just laughed in a way that you hadn’t expected to hurt.

This year was going to be so good. You finished school and your family agreed that you will tour full-time, instead of the “summers only” you had done for most of your life. “You’re just a clown” shouldn’t hurt. It’s true you are a clown. You’re a clown from a family of clowns. Your family is so much a part of this circus, that they, along with others, have a house in the town that is joking called “circus city”, the old winter quarters for the circus when it was seasonal. During the school year you and Katya both attend school. During summers, both of you toured and practiced your act together. Two teens who could do all the physical jokes and pratfalls older clowns couldn’t do anymore. You lived with your grandparents so you could go to school and have a mostly normal life. Katya’s aunt and uncle’s house was her home for the school year. Katya or “Kat” as you think of her, is so much your partner, like a sister. Your families had you both train together, learning gymnastics, judo, and juggling. You shared the same trailer until you got to the age where little separation might be good for two hormonal teens. You shake your head at that. There’s nothing desirable about Kat. She’s wiry and strong. She can juggle while riding a unicycle, then get on your shoulders and ride you. There’s nothing sexy about Kat.

Not like Monique. She and her family fly through the air. Her firm, shapely breasts and tight ass look so amazing in her costume. She flies so effortlessly. Many nights you fantasized about feeling her breasts. Sucking her nipples. Licking her pussy. You stroke yourself, wanting to have passionate sex with her. Yes, she is an angel flying, while you are on the ground, getting hit with pies and clubs thrown by a girl who has the shapeless outfit of a white starfish.

“Dammit. Aren’t I good enough?” you say aloud.

You imagine your grandfather answering. “Not yet. Practice your falls. If you fall wrong, you’ll get hurt, and a hurt clown can’t work.” Your grandparents told you stories of great clowns of the past. “Clown culture is part of you. You’re little friend Katy, her family have been clowns for generations too. Her Uncle did a knockabout act until he had to retire.” 

“You’re just a clown” The phrase echoes in your head again. “I’m not just a clown.” you say aloud to yourself.

“What’s wrong with being a clown?” a soft familiar voice asks from the shadows around your trailer. Katya steps into the light, still wearing her white costume and painted face.

“Hi Kat” you say, as you sigh.

She sits down on the steps of your trailer, “So what’s wrong with being a clown?” she asks again softly.

“Nothing of course. It’s just Monique said….” You feel your throat tighten as you feel sadness and embarrassment flood you. You feel your eyes water in frustration.

Katya stands up and hugs you. You bury your face in the soft cotton of her costume. Her chest feels so firm against your face. Her hand caresses your hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.” She says softly.

“But you aren’t who I want.” You say unthinkingly.

“I know that’s true. Though I wish it wasn’t.” she responds, still holding you.

“Oh God, what did I just say?” you ask as you raise your head and look into her pale eyes. “I didn’t mean…”

She looks directly at you. “Yes you did. You have been wanting Monique since she got tits.”

You feel embarrassed again. “It’s not like that, Kat.”

“Yes it is. Every time you watched the ‘flying floozies’, you got hard. Your focus wasn’t on us. It was on her.” Katya’s voice is rising a bit.

“Let’s go in.” You say as you unlock your trailer.

She follows you in, sits on a stool and says. “You are a thoughtless prick.” You’ve never heard her talk to you like that. You try to respond but she puts her hand to your mouth. “Look at you. You aren’t even in costume. You finished the show, changed into this..” she says pointing dismissively at your suit, “You look like a townie.”

“I just want..” you try to say.

“You just want to fuck a woman that every man wants to fuck. I’m not surprised. She’s good looking. But so is any whore in a tight outfit. For all of that, go fuck a dancer.”

“Is that what you want? Me to be with one of the dancers?” You ask in a confused tone.

“No Dammit. I want you to want me.” She says standing up.

She unzips her outfit and you see her black leotard underneath. It clings tightly to her body and accents her in a way you’ve never noticed. The nipples on her small breasts are so visible. How have you never seen them before? Your eyes continue down her flat tummy and toned hips. Those thighs that have been on your shoulders, countless times, look so smooth. Between the tone of her voice and the sexy shape of her body, you are visibly hard.

“Oh Kat.” You say as you take a step forward.

Katya grabs her costume and heads for the door. “Jerk off and get some sleep. You can’t have me until you see and want me.”

The door to your trailer slams loudly and echoes in the night. You want to chase after her but stop. “What have I done?”

In your bunk, you try to get rid of your hard-on by fantasizing about Monique. Angry, hard sex. But then you imagine Kat’s shape. Her smooth skin, hidden by her costume. Those hard nipples you’d never imagined before. Her mouth, normally covered with greasepaint, sucking on your cock, like a girl in a porn video. As you cum, guilt creeps into you. “You just fantasized about fucking Kat. I’m so messed up.” You roll over and hug your pillow. “I’ll apologize to her tomorrow.”

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Hotel Hookup

 

The Plaza Hotel is the nicest hotel in the city. After a long flight and a “too fast” taxi drive, you check in, put your bags upstairs, then come down for a drink in the nicest hotel bar you’ve ever seen.

There is a beautiful tall, thin woman sitting alone at the bar. Her auburn hair has that frazzled look from too much travel. You walk over. “Rough day?” you ask as you sip a mixed drink. “Are you here alone?”

“I just slid onto the bar stool, Darling. Looks like we both could use some company today.” She says as she sips her wine.

“I’m surprised you are alone.” you comment as sip my drink. “You look like a model or an actress.”

She gives you a toothy smile. “I could say the same about you. Maybe we both just need a little escape or stress relief?”

You look around to make sure she don’t have a boyfriend or husband waiting, then say, “I’d love to escape with you.” You look at her lovely legs, showing under her travel rumpled shirt. “Should we go up to your room or mine?” You ask, in a playful tone, expecting her to decline your offer.

“I’m on the 18th floor and my room has a great view, but honestly, I want to see where this takes us.” She says and places her hand on yours.

That’s not the answer you expected, so you finish your drink, stand up and take her hand.

She leads you to the elevator.

“Let’s make this something to remember.” She says as the elevator door closes.

You kiss her. Your hands on her hips and your soft beard is against her face. Her skin feels so warm under the thin fabric of her skirt and top. The elevator doors open and she leads you to her room.

Inside, as you close the door, you kiss her again. This time you press her against the door. There is hunger and passion in your kiss.

You feel her heart racing against your chest. “Darling, Tell me, what do you plan to do with me now that you have me all to yourself?”

You unbutton her blouse and slide it off her shoulders, so it falls to the ground. You lift her sports bra, freeing her firm breasts. You lick around her left nipple, then suck it.

Here skin is so soft and smooth against yours. You then switch to the other breast. Her nipples are so hard in your warm, wet mouth.

“How badly do you want me to lick your pussy?” you ask. “And should we move to your bed, or just continue using the door?” you ask in a playful tone.

Her breath hitches as you suck her nipples. The tension is unbearably building. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” She whispers, guiding your hand down, under her skirt, between her thighs, feeling your fingers brush against the lace of her panties. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

You use your fingertips so that the lace of her panties rubs against her damp lips. You rub in small, light circles, using the texture of the fabric against her sensitive pussy.

You kiss her again. “Lets move to the bed.”

She leads you to the king-size bed, slipping her skirt down over her hips, then stepping out of it.

You unbutton your shirt as you walk. Then pull it off along with your slacks. You’re only wearing your briefs. “Lie down on the bed.” You say softly.

As she lies on her back, you take the waistband of her panties and slide them over her hips and down her legs. Then you kiss the inside of her right knee. The hair of your mustache and beard, gently brushes against her skin as you slowly kiss your way up from her knee, along the inside of her thigh, towards her waiting pussy.

As you kiss your way closer to her pussy, your hands slide under her ass cheeks. Her skin is so soft and warm against your lips. You are almost to her pussy. The tip of your tongue teasingly licks around the outer edge of her pussy lips.

Her heart pounds as she complies, lying back on the bed, her eyes locked onto yours. She shivers for a second against the cool sheets. “Should I help you out of your briefs?”

As you lick around her pussy, you answer, “We can worry about me in a bit. Let me focus on teasing you.” You wink up at her from between her legs.

You feel her waiting in anticipation for your tongue thrust into her pussy….. But instead you kiss the inside of her left thigh. Slowly teasing her. You continue kissing along her thigh and then slowly lick around her wet pussy again.

Then you use the tip of your tongue to part her wet lips… licking up…. then down.

As you lick deeper, your mustache rubs against her clit. Grabbing her hips you hold firmly as you lick deeper, then lick up and around her sensitive clit. You close your mouth on her clit and suck. You move a hand and the use a finger to slowly slide into her as you continue sucking her clit. The finger goes deeper, twisting and thrusting in and out. One finger becomes two, which then become three. The faster you work your fingers in and out of her wet hungry pussy, the more you suck your clit. Then you hum for a moment. The vibrations move inside of her.

She moves her hips and bucks against your fingers. She grips the sheets tightly and you feel her legs tighten around your head as her pussy pulses against your hand and mouth. As she cums, you continue until she begs you to stop so she can catch her breath.

You let go, strip out of your briefs, and move up her slender body. Her nipples are still so hard. You kiss her mouth. “I’m good and hard. Should I just fuck you, or do you want to play with it first?”

She hugs you tightly, “Just fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside of me.”

Reaching down, you put your tip at her wet entrance, the slowly move your hips, putting a bit more in. You straighten your arms, raise your torso as you thrust into her. You feel her legs wrap around yours, pulling you in a bit. You thrust harder and faster. You feel her nipples brush against your chest. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” She feels so warm and wet around your hard shaft as you work the full length of it, in and out. You feel her hands grab your ass. She pulls you in harder and deeper. “I want you to fill me.”

You’re sweating now. Lowering yourself on her, you kiss her as you keep thrusting your hips. Your mouth explores hers. Your chest presses against hers. The whole bed seems to move with the force of your thrusts. She moans loudly which turns you on more. 
 “Should I cum in you or on you?” you pant.

“On me.” She responds, as her legs and hands let go of you. You stand up at the edge of the bed, stroking your cock, slick with her juices and your pre-cum. As you stroke, she rolls over, moves her head near you and opens her mouth wide. “You tasted me, I want to taste you.” She says.

The idea of fucking her sexy mouth helps push you over the edge and you shoot your load. Sticky strands hit her lips and cheeks. You pump until it dribbles all over your hand. She wipes her face and licks her fingers. “Not bad.” She says.

Getting off the bed, she grabs a hotel towel, and tosses it to you. “Here. You should go. I’m going to clean up. Thanks for the stress relief.” She picks up your clothes and rushes you to the door.

“Did I do something wrong?” you try to ask but the door closes. Wrapped in only a towel and carrying your clothes you head for the elevator and to your room.

You clean up and rest for a bit. Later, you head down to the dining room for dinner. You see the beautiful woman, whose name you never got, sitting at a table with a stocky, older man. They are holding hands and sitting very close.

She glances at you and then focuses on him, leaning in, and giving him a passionate kiss. You over hear him ask, “What’s that for?”

“Just showing you how much I missed you while your flight was delayed, Darling.”

You look turn and head for the bar instead. “Maybe I’ll just get room service later.” You mutter to yourself, as you sigh. “Well at least I was stress relief.” You think as you order a drink.

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The Space Freighter Libereco - Filling Jars and Planting Seeds - Chapter 23

 

She wakes you up with a kiss. You feel her hand on your hard shaft. “You are ready this morning.”

You roll onto your back, not removing her hand. “You said it was yours. Do you want to use it this morning?”

She kisses you again, gives you a playful squeeze, and gets out of bed. Her sleep shorts hug her curves in a way that would get you hard if you weren’t already.

“Get dressed. We are needed in Med Bay. Remember?” she says as she takes your folded grey coveralls and tosses them at you. “I don’t know if you want to wear anything underneath them.”

You debate “going commando” and decide to pull on underwear. “To protect from chaffing.” You tell her with a smile.

She takes your hand, and you walk together. Kurgio sees you. “Good you’re up.”

He glances at your crotch, and notices that you softened after you got dressed. “I guess you brought Navs to help you get ‘fully up’.” He says with a wink and a grin.

She smiles and blows him a kiss. “I can help you too, but only if I know it will make him jealous.”

He smiles. “No need. I already filled a container. I’m the kobajo to test it. I had to make sure that the storage would be the correct temperature so as not to damage the sperm.”

“Kurgio, are you as big as a kobajo or as small as its penis?” She playfully jokes.

“Big enough to satisfy all I’ve had so far. And I’ve examined Helm many times so I know..”

“Doc, doesn’t that violate doctor/patient privilege or something?” you ask cutting him off.

He smiles playfully, “But Navs is your wife and I should tell her my medical opinion concerning your…”

“Just tell me what I need to do and where to go.” You grab Navs’ hand again. “And I’ll use her assistance to ensure you get all you need.”

He hands you a small jar, a pair of surgical gloves, and a small tube of lube. He hits a button and a privacy screen drops down from the overhead. “I need you to give me as uncontaminated a sample as possible. So, no saliva. From either of you. Use the lubricant. It is sterile and designed for this. I’ll go down to the Galley for a cup of tea. If you finish before I return, put the lid on it and set it on the shelf.”

You hear his footsteps walk away, and the hatch close. Navs opens your jumpsuit, kisses you, and pulls your soft cock from your shorts. “Should I stand here and stroke you, or step away and tease you?”

The idea of seeing her slowly get naked hardens you in her hand. “You like something I said.” She says in a seductive tone.

“Step back and slowly undress.” You say. As she takes a step back, you drip some lube along the shaft, then stroke up and down. She opens her coveralls and slowly caresses her firm breasts. She rubs the fabric of her bra in small circles around her hardening nipples. You lick your lips and continue stroking. Your hand feels good going back and forth. Then you rub around the tip, using your fingers like a pair of lips.

“That’s it. Stroke it for me.” She says as she uncovers her nipples and pulls them. Then, with one hand, she reaches down and pulls the front of her panties. The nicely trimmed bush looks so soft as she rubs it and then down along her damp pussy lips. “Don’t you wish you were rubbing it against me?” she asks seductively. “That hard, slick cock, ready to enter my warm, wet cunt.”

She slides two fingers into herself. You see her wetness on her fingers and smell her desire. That feeling of excitement moves through you. Quickly you grab the jar and pump semen into it.

You continue stroking as she says “Yes. Stroke it. Fill it. Show me how much you have.” She fingers herself faster and deeper as you get every last drop off the tip.

You put the lid on the jar, then set it on the shelf.

“Oh. You’re done?” she says in a teasing tone. “I thought you had more than that.” She lets out a mock bored sigh. “I guess I’ll stop too. Unless you have more in you?”

You get to your knees and put your face right up to her pussy. “We can’t have saliva on mine, but Doc didn’t say anything about mine on you.”

She places her wet fingers in your hair as you lick her lips, then suck her clit. You grab her hips and pull her cunt tightly against your mouth. As you lick her deeply, she moans and pulls your hair. You move to her clit, suck firmly, and hum. You know that trick drives her wild. You feel her pulse against you as she orgasms. You are so hard again.

Standing up, you open the lid, and stroke at the mouth of the jar. “I want to cum for you again.”

“Yes.” She gets on her knees and opens her mouth, moving closer. “How badly do you want to cum in my mouth?”

Seeing her like that, and tasting her on your mouth, you stroke faster and harder until you spurt again.

She smiles and winks as she stands and fastens her coveralls. “That’s a good boy. That should be enough for now.” She hands you a disposable cloth to clean yourself as you hear the hatch open.

“Are you done, or do you need more time?” You hear Kurgio ask.

Navs hits the button to raise the screen. “He’s done. And I’m satisfied too.” She says with a playfully seductive tone.

Kurgio sips his tea. “If you ever want sex for recreational purposes, and he’s not around, I can always help you out.” He says in an almost professional tone.

“Are you sure about that Doc? You’re getting to be an old man, and she knows how to wear me out.” You say with a grin.

“I’m not that much older than you. I’ve worked out with you.” He says in a light but slightly defensive tone.

Navs takes your hand, “Maybe I should get a really good workout with both of you one day.” She says with a seductive but playful tone. “But not today, I’m hungry. Let’s get some matenmango.”

Kurgio sips his tea, “Sounds like a good idea. I have the feeling you both worked up an appetite.” As you leave, you hear him say to himself, “And now I need to get ready for ‘customers’.”

In the Galley, Cookie is grilling up a fresh bifsteko, and she has ovoj waiting to be fried. She comments “You must have made a good impression. We were gifted with these thinly cut pieces, and some fresh fruit.”

“Really?” you ask as you fill a mug with coffee.

“A small woman dropped these off this morning, saying she’d be back to see Doc. Something about Doc planting your seed in her.”

Navs grabs a plate, and waits for Cookie to finish preparing the bifsteko. “Dani must be sweet on you.”

You feel your face flush with embarrassment. “She’s a nice girl who’s had a difficult life. I don’t think she’s met many nice men.”

Navs kisses you. “She’s met you, you’re a hard act to follow.”

Cookie puts the sizzling bifsteko on a serving plate. “Get a piece while it’s hot. How many ovoj do you want?”

“Just one. This meat is delicious, I think Dani said they butchered it only a rotation ago.”

Cookie cracks the shell and you hear the ovo fry on the hot pan. “Navs, do you want one or two ovoj?”

“Just one.” She says as she cuts a piece of meat. “Cookie, what do you think of Dani?”

“The little woman who dropped off the food? She’s cute. A little short for my tastes. I like someone I don’t have to bend down to kiss.” She flips the yellow and white frying blob before adding another. “Though, if they keep building things they way they want, I could see comin’ back and being a freeholder.” She slides the fried ovo onto your plate.

Navs takes another bite of meat then asks, “Would you practice the Faith?”

Cookie purses her lips as she thinks about it. “I donno. The way they’s seem to be here, I could do it. Grana and Gramp read scriptures, until the Uggos took everythin’ and removed us. Uggo S&T school didn’t want us to practice any faith. Just follow rules and learn.” She pauses and flips the ovo in the pan. “Ma an’ Pa were so beat down, they lost all hope and faith.” You notice Cookie slipping back into her Hill Country accent. 

“Luckily, this group doesn’t have issues with who pairs with whom, so long as they’re consenting adults.” You comment.

“Yeah, I noticed that too. The folks I was with yesterday, seemed happy with their pairings and how they’re treated. ‘Course they’re shunned from Ciono, but Najran seems like it could be somethin’ special.”

“And it should be many jaros until Unification and Civilization pushes out this far.” You comment. You finish eating and help clean up.

 In the walkway, you see a number of colonists lined up by Med Bay. Dani and Susanna are among them. Dani waves you over. “Good mornin’. Are gonna help the doktoro?”

“We hadn’t planned on it. By the way, thank you for the bifstekoj and fruit. Cookie had some ovoj to go with it.

Susanna asks “Kokino ovoj?”

Navs answers “I didn’t ask, but either that or ansero ovoj. I don’t remember what she last bought.”

A couple of the ladies comment about how they miss raising kokinoj, anseroj, and anasoj.

“Maybe Skipper will make a deal to pick some up. We’ve delivered them to other colonies.” You say.

You and Navs go to leave, but Dani stops you. “Can you wait for me?”

Navs walks closer and places a hand on her shoulder. “We can. Would you like us to have some coffee or tea ready when you finish?”

“Coffee?” Some of the ladies ask.

You smile, remembering that in the colony, they only have the herbal tea they grow. “Yes, ladies, we have real coffee in the Galley for anyone who wants.”

Kurgio opens the hatch. “I’m all set in here. Who want’s to go first?”

Dani places her hand on Navs. “Tea sounds good.” She faces Kurgio. “Can I go first?”

The ladies in line all seem a bit nervous too. 
 “Ok. Please come in here.” He directs her, leaving the hatch door open, but you notice they go behind a screen.

“Helm, why don’t you wait for her to come out, then bring her to the Galley?” Navs suggests. She then turns to the rest of the ladies, “You are all welcome, when you are done, to come to the Galley for food and drink.”

They all give a friendly but still somewhat nervous smile. You stand there, while Navs leaves, and Susanna asks “How long will this take?”

Dani comes from behind the screen, fastening the leather belt around her waist. “That wasn’t bad at all.”

“Now, we won’t know if it worked. I may have to repeat this procedure again in a few rotations or longer if you want.” Kurgio explains. He then turns to the women, “Who’s next?”

You lead Dani to the Galley without seeing who went in. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask.

She nods. “Your Doktoro’s gentle like you. Lying on the table with my legs up was strange, but he didn’t thrust nor hurt me. I didn’t know you could make a baby without pain.”

In the Galley, Navs hands her a mug of tea. “I’ll go lead the next one here.”

Cookie is standing by the cooker. “Can I make ya’ anythin’?”

Dani sits at the table, sipping her tea. “No thanks. I’ll just have fruit. I had matenmango afore I came.” She puts her hand on yours. “So that’s your seed Doktoro put in me?”

“I guess so. He had me fill a jar. I guess he and Meko did the same.”

She picks up a persico and bites into it. “Now you gots me wonderin’, if we didn’t do this artificial thin’, would you a been soft an’ gentle?”

Before you can answer, Navs brings in one of the ladies. She wants a mug of coffee with kremo and sukero. A small sound of pleasure leaves her lips as she sips it.

“Navs, I’ll get the next one. Why don’t you sit with them for a moment?”

“Okay, we’ll do round robin shuttles.” She replies.

A woman steps from Med Bay. “Hi, and you are?”

“I’m Eunice. That was easy. Can I have some coffee now, too?” You smile as you escort her.

Navs, or you bring back each woman. Cookie is swapping recipes and tips. It’s the most animated you’ve seen her in a while. You chuckle to yourself as you note that her accent is getting heavy again, almost matching some of the women. Soon, there are almost a dozen women in the galley, sitting or standing, drinking and eating, and all happily chatting.

Skipper and Joannas come in. “Ladies did everything go well?”

Kurgio enters too. “Of the 10 women whom I inseminated, there were no complications with the procedure.” He looks to Joannas, “I will need to have them available for links every five to seven rotations. Do you have a midwife or doctor among you?”

She shakes her head. “In Ciono there’s a midwife, but we can’t ask for her help. Can you train us?”

“Skipper, if we do a regular link, I could remotely train while we do runs. Any problem with that?”

She thinks about it for a moment. “I don’t have any issues. Joannas, do you have a volunteer?”

“I’ll go and ask. I’d like to have more than one. Can I tell you in a few hours?” She says as she leaves.

Skipper and Kurgio nod.

“When do we want to take off?” you ask.

Skipper checks her minividi. “Let’s wait a few more hours. I have a few more things to negotiate.” She then looks to the women in the room. “Ladies I pray that you get what you want. If you are done, we should prepare the ship for travel.” Then she leaves.

You and Navs lead the ladies out. Kurgio asks “Can I see their Comms Center?” Susanna agrees to take him.

With just you and Navs standing on the ramp, she puts a hand on your ass. “So would you have been gentle with Dani?”

You’re shocked by the question. “What?”

“She asked me if you are a gentle lover. I told her I had no complaints.”

You kiss her. “I have no complaints about you either. Shall we ready the ship?”

She takes your hand and heads for the Con. “I’d rather head for our cabin. But that can wait.”

You squeeze her hand lovingly. “Yes, it can.”

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