Chapter 7

“Alright, alright.” Cas looked around in the red half-light flooding the ship. That was a real stupid design choice. Almost as stupid as the smooth jazz bar in his bunk. Why would you suddenly want only 50% visibility during an emergency?

He did his best to remain calm. Panic in a situation like this did no one any favours, and the only way they were going to make it through this one, it was only going to be by staying steely calm. Reminded him of breaking bucking broncos back on Lost Landing. The less you showed fear, the more in control you could stay, the better your odds of not getting your ass thrown to the dirt. And as the nearest dirt to The Adonia’s current location was some hundreds of miles, that’d be one hell of a bump.

Moving with quick strides, the still-naked Cas arrived at the bridge. The viewscreen showed chaos all around them, a mess of asteroids and space trash, abandoned satellites and ship detritus. And there, looming largest of all, the spherical shape of the planet Brightreach, shrouded in shadow where its blue-green sun shone behind it. They’d made the jump into the planet’s local space a hell of a lot faster than Cas had been expecting.

“Aw, hell!” He cried, the wailing of the sirens almost drowning out his speech. The Adonia’s external scanners were recording dozens of collisions- the ship had come out of FTL with enough momentum that even the smallest of particles was impacting against them with impact enough to land big blows on The Adonia’s creaking old hull. “How much wreckage can there be around one damn planet?”

It was all the blue caps’ fault. Landing at Brightreach had been a dangerous proposition ever since they’d crushed the last of the Insurgency. Since then, Brightreach had been a lawless place even by the standards of the Outer Rim, full of the worst kind of bandits and marauders, gangsters and thugs. It was exactly the kind of place you’d find human traffickers, which was Cas’ reason for taking them there and his reason for having stayed away for so long.

With Cas having diverted energy out of the landing engines that would have enabled him to navigate the debris field, The Adonia wasn’t prepared for this kind of devastation. Cas threw himself into the pilot’s chair and grabbed the control column.

“Roxy!” He shouted, still struggling to be heard over the roar of the sirens and the clanging of debris striking the ship. He was getting the ship under control, but without some swift changes to its operational functionality, landing was going to be a tricky task.

“Yes, Captain?” The golden-blonde gave him a far too sultry salute.

“Get down to the engine bay. There’re big black and gold power cables divertin’ energy from the landin’ engines to the main thruster. Reconnect ‘em, then reboot. Quick now, too.”

He turned back over his shoulder to see the gorgeous blonde nod a single time. She moved with a speed and seriousness he’d not seen before, even if she was still naked and half-full of his cum.

Christ. It was one thing that they were having to handle a crash-landing, but for them all to be naked while they did it? Ridiculous. As much as he liked seeing the girls wandering around his ship half-dressed, when they landed Cas was going to have to rustle them up some clothing.

If they landed, at any rate.

“Merc, I need a copilot to make sure everything’s runnin’ smooth for re-entry, or this is gonna be a hell of a mess once we hit atmo.”

He shouldn’t have needed the extra help. Cas was a damn fine pilot, if he did say so himself, and the ship’s AI should have made up for the rest. Unfortunately, The Adonia’s AI was a glitchy system by comparison to the slick professional landing computers of more sophisticated ships. Not of much help to him in their current predicament.

Cas had taken a look at the code himself once in an effort to repair things and make his life a little easier, but all he’d found was a bunch of misdirected indexes and scrambled files. The Adonia’s previous owner clearly hadn’t been one for computers. Then again, neither was Cas, hence why he relied on his own skills behind the steering stick.

As the ship juddered and seized, Cas pulled the entire craft around on its axis, pointing it straight at the looming Brightreach and bringing it back under some semblance of control. They weren’t totally out of the water yet, though. The Adonia was still travelling at tremendous speeds, and even pushing the throttle to maximum, he couldn’t pull them out of the direction that they were heading in-- straight towards the wreck of a vast Insurgency cruiser, where they’d be crushed like bugs up against its windshield.

“The cargo hull’s ruptured and depressurising, Cas,” Merc intoned from his right, tapping on screens to manage the ship’s internal and external systems almost as quickly as Cas was working to pilot the ship manually.

Pushing a slider on the control panel to his left all the way up, there was a metallic clang as the hold was sealed off from the rest of the ship. Damn it all. The only thing in there had been the boxes the girls had come out of, and they’d be too big to go flying out, but a depressurised cargo hold made The Adonia all but useless as a smuggling vessel until he’d gotten it repaired. With his only paying job currently null and void owing to the fact that his shipment had turned out to have three sets of tits, he didn’t know how he was gonna get back in the sky even if they made it down to Brightreach.

And it was still a big if. That Insurgency cruiser was looming before them, a crash inevitable. It seemed impossible, but still more sirens began to wail. Cas rediverted power, jerked the control column. They were starting to arc away, just about pulling out of the skid. Maybe ... Just maybe...

As Roxy scurried in the engine bay beneath the bridge and cables were reconnected, there was a sudden shift in the way The Adonia was handling. Lights returned. The landing engines had been reactivated. Cas hit the gas, suddenly having the thrust to power out of the skid they had found themselves trapped in. They powered away from the asteroid and debris field and into Brightreach’s orbital space, safe and sound.

Unable to resist, Cas cheered, pumping his fist in triumph. To his surprise, Merc mirrored the motion at the same time. Synchronicity. He flicked the ship’s autopilot back on, now calculated to take them in for a smooth landing. He’d need to take control for the final descent, but in the meantime, he grabbed his ad hoc co-pilot and pulled her to him by the back of her head, his lips crushing against hers and his tongue lingering in her mouth.

Merc slipped free of the kiss, slightly swollen lips splitting into a teasing grin. There was something glowing and alive about the look in her eyes, something Cas recognised but hadn’t seen in years-- the spark that some girls got when you were facing down death itself.

No wonder she’d been able to do so well in Nova Company. If danger was her biggest turn on, she must have been throwing herself into the breach with abandon when the Company sent her into battle with her crew.

“That was some mighty fine stick work, Cas.” Leaning forward from the copilot’s station, her hand went to Cas’ cock, still on display, hanging between Cas’ thighs as he sat in his pilot’s chair. “How about I show you some of my own?”

As Cas’ cock grew hard in Merc’s hand, Roxy slinked back up to the bridge, still fully nude from their earlier. Cas’ eyes traced her smooth curves, her hips swaying hypnotically and a glowing white smile setting off her deep tan and lustrous hair.

“I’m guessing I have you to thank for the fact that we’re all still alive, Captain.” She moved close enough to his chair to see that Merc had her hand wrapped around his dick and was pumping him in her tight, greedy fist. Precum was already glistening on his swollen cockhead, making her hand gland easily across his stiff dick.

“And I see Merc’s already giving you your reward,” Roxy grinned at her compatriot. While Merc continued her tight, fast handjob, Roxy dropped to her knees, her hot breath tickling at the tip as it protruded from Merc’s fist. Merc relaxed her grip on Cas’ dick, allowing Roxy to slip her warm, wet lips around him, sucking hard while Mercedes drew away.

While Roxy gave him an almost tender blowjob, sucking and licking up and down his shaft, Mercedes pressed her lips into Cas’ balls, sucking and licking at the soft skin of his sack, juggling his balls with her tongue and sucking them deep into her mouth. Cas was in heaven, two mouths pressed around his cock and balls, the suction and the pressure. He tangled his hands in the hair of his girls. Roxy’s tongue flicked to lick and lap at him as she thrust his dick deep into her throat, rippling throat muscles massaging him divinely, while Merc’s suction on his balls made his stomach throb with pleasure.

“The cargo hold is locked off and half the bedroom looks like someone tossed it while I was passed out. What the hell happened?” Val demanded, walking into the bridge to find the girls on their knees once more.

“Of course.” Stood in the doorway, she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her tits and half-pouting her own thick dicksucking lips. “There’s a crisis and it ends with Captain Dawson getting his dick sucked. If you girls don’t leave this poor spacer alone, he’s going to start expecting it.”

“Oh, Val!” Cried Roxy, almost in frustration, pulling her mouth off of Cas’ cock to speak. Seemingly unconcerned with the conversation taking place, Merc pushed her own face onto Cas’ dick instead, throat-fucking herself into gagging chokes while Roxy did the talking.

“The Captain just saved all our lives, we’re just rewarding him,” Roxy continued. “And look how fucking desperate you are. Coming out of defrost, pushing yourself so hard you passed out...”

While Roxy continued to talk, Merc was working miracles on his shaft. If anything, the Nova commander had doubled down on her efforts since Val had come in. Cas realised with a shocked little smirk that his girls were teasing the silver-blonde. They must have noticed how bad Val wanted him and decided they wanted to expand their little triad still further, pushing her in much the same way he had been doing when she’d first defrosted. The only question was how long it’d take her to reach her breaking point.

Roxy spoke up again, directing a saucy grin at Val. “You need a break, honey. Don’t you want some of this big, hard cock?”

Merc pulled her face off of Cas’ dick, the better to let Val get a look at it. The noble’s violet gaze traced its every inch, following veins from the base to the big, swollen tip. Val’s tongue slipped between her lips and Cas could imagine it making the same patterns over him that eyes were. One of her hands almost unconsciously went to her heavy left breast, squeezing it gently beneath tender fingers--then, squeezing it hard.

Cas had only ever seen two girls so incredibly turned on just from lookin’ before, and that was Roxy and Merc when they had first emerged from their cryo-stasis. Val, stuck-up as she might have seemed, had gone through what sounded like just about the most intense type of physical experience a girl could go through, and she’d not been fucked in that whole time after.

He watched Val try to maintain a look of haughty dignity even as her hand remained on her tit. “You’re more than welcome to the captain, girls. I’ll be getting things ready for landing. I imagine we’ll be needing to be on our guard on Brightreach.”

Val stalked off towards the bunk, her head held high. Cas watched her go with both an appreciation for how her ass looked as she walked away and a sense of having been defeated once again. Every time he was sure horniness would finally take hold, it seemed as if she found that last bit of resistance to his charms and her own desires.

It was hard to remain too downhearted for too long when you had a pair of very willing women still available to fuck, though.

“Don’t worry, Cas, she’ll come around eventually” said Roxy, consolingly, nude on the floor in front of him and her hands running across his thighs. “And until then...”

She pulled Merc’s mouth away from Cas’ cock and grinned up at him, looking as insanely breathtaking and fuckable as ever.

“I’m not exactly hurting for pussy here, ladies,” Cas said with a chuckle. “You don’t need to go consoling me over not getting something that you’re already giving me.”

“Still ... I saw what you were staring at when Val was stood there watching us.” Roxy pushed out her chest, emphasising the size and shape of her big, perky tits. She raised her hands and pushed her boobs still higher. They easily overflowed her hands. Hell, they easily overflowed Cas’ hands, nearly twice the size of Roxy’s delicate palms. “You want to fuck our tits, Captain?”

In response to Roxy’s questions, Merc moved to match her. Pushing herself up on her knees, she stuck out her own substantial tits, gathering them in her hands as well and pressing her dusky nipples against the blonde’s pink tips.

Grinning at the gracious invitation, Cas stood from his chair, cock sticking straight ahead. By standing at just the right angle, the girls’ cleavage created a perfect tunnel for his dick, a four-way titfuck that left him completely smothered in hot softness, the girls flexing to squeeze him tighter. They leaned into a deep kiss with each other while Cas mercilessly pounded at their tits, pushing him still closer to the edge as he watched their tongues clash and their lips lock.

With the lesbian make-out session happening between the two women whose tits were currently wrapped tight around his pumping cock, it was no surprise that Cas powered towards a thunderous orgasm. Half-roaring, half-moaning, he pulled his dick from Roxy and Merc’s cleavages and pointed his cock at their tits, still held aloft by their eager hands. Thick, hot cum shot from his cock in long strands, glazing both sets of tits pearly white.

Merc moaned at the heat, rubbing Cas’ cream into her skin with both hands. It made her skin glisten like she was using some exotic and expensive Hubworlds lotion. Roxy let out a satisfied gasp of pleasure, her hand buried in her cunt at the sight of Cas’ coming across her body while she propped her tits up with her free arm. No sooner had Cas finished than she bent slightly, pulling her nipple up to her mouth and licking her own hard pink peak.

As for Cas, he collapsed back into the chair. He was knackered. Balls empty, load spent. But while the girls were free to enjoy his cum between them, there was still work to be done. Unlike the sirens of earlier, a dull ringing beep sounded across the bridge. The autopilot had taken them almost within touching distance of the planet’s surface. With the restored landing engines, this last stretch was going to be a breeze.

“All work and no play, Captain...” Roxy reminded him.

Cas cupped her cheek in his hand and gave Mercedes’ nipple a playful pinch before turning back to the controls.

“Oh, I think I’ve had plenty of play. You girls sure know how to keep a man occupied,” he sighed. “But I reckon you should go strap in for the final descent.”

The Adonia managed to limp home to Brightreach’s port. A squat, ugly structure, it was made of rust as much anything else. Patched here and there with weld where the old metalwork had worn through, it was a far cry from the port that Brightreach had boasted during the Insurgency’s heyday, but one thing hadn’t changed.

Rows of cruisers, transporters and personal shuttles lay like silent beasts on the scaffolded landing pads, each bay a large old rigid pod built to store a single ship. But Brightreach was unique among every other port in all the Cluster: there wasn’t a corporate, Company or Commonwealth craft among them.

Cas steered his trusty boat home, activated his credit chip to pay the mooring fees and took a very deep breath, steeling himself to check the diagnostic tools and inspect the damage.

It wasn’t the worst he could imagine, but it wasn’t far off. The cargo hold was ruptured, which made the Adonia pretty much worthless as a smuggling vessel. The external air and water recycling and filtration systems were shot. And with all those dings to the bodywork, there was no telling how she’d fly once they got her back up to FTL. He’d need to find a decent engineer before they took off again. And maybe a way to earn some cash. Looking at that gouge across the hull...

Possibly a lot of cash.

Beyond the port, the central city of Brightreach proper sprawled into the distance. It was an overgrown frontier town, an enclave for the dispossessed and renegade. Here on the Outer Rim, where resources could take years to arrive from the Hubworlds even at FTL speeds, you were as likely to see horse-drawn carts as drive-powered land speeders and powder weapons were still more common than blasters. Buildings were made of timber, spit and hope.

Cas had ordered the girls to stay put. The last thing he needed was some sharp-eyed Company spy or sneaky informant getting a look at girls that were supposed to be halfway to Liberty Terminal and still in deep freeze, rather than being deep dicked by the man who was supposed to take them there.

Mercedes had rolled her eyes, Roxy had pouted, and Val had turned up her nose at him at the order, but if he was going to get information about who exactly had the bright idea to go putting political prisoners in boxes and shipping them off without due process, it was best that he went alone. The kind of people he needed to talk to were not the kind of people who took kindly to strangers. As for the kindness they’d show three half-dressed women-- well, Cas hardly needed this to end in a brawl over anyone’s honour.

Cas swaggered through the front door of one of the general goods warehouses that surrounded the port, walking with such bravado that he might have been bulletproof. If he was going to pull this off, he’d need that kind of confidence.

Plus, even if he wouldn’t admit it, the old man had always found it a little charming when it came to Cas’ smirking mug.

“Gerald!” Cas cried, his voice carrying through the space with an echo. “Gerald, ya toothless old whoremonger, where the hell are you?”

Warehouse workers in utilitarian beige overalls turned and stared at him with astonished eyes. There was a great clattering from deep within the building, then a huge-bellied, black-bearded man emerged from a back office, bustling with incredible speed for a man of such size.

“Dawson, you bastard!” Gerald Kane closed the distance between them and spoke in a hoarse and furious whisper. If Cas’ insult had been teasing, this was the opposite. He raised his hands as if to wrap the gigantic mitts around the spacer’s throat. “You know better than to come in through the main entrance unannounced. What if someone were to spot you, ya high-falutin’ son of a--”