Chapter 330

The Retreat

Even without Diana's built-in "Jeff locator," she would have known where her husband was. Christmas afternoon after receiving new firearms – a no-brainer. She stepped through the outer door of the range and donned a pair of ear protectors, then slipped on inside. He stopped firing, cleared his weapon, holstered it and stepped back from the firing line.

He always knows when I walk in, ear protection or not. Well, Big Boy, let's see if this surprises you.

After a brief kiss, the two stood looking at each other. The Prime raised an eyebrow. "By that look, I don't suppose you came to shoot a few rounds with me, huh?"

Diana announced without preamble. "Selina wants to go to Ship's academy..."

Jeff let out an exasperated sigh as he interrupted. "I already told her that she could when she was a little older..."

" ... now." Diana finished her sentence. "And an instant before she asked, I had just told her that if it were possible, I would do anything for her that I could." Hurrying on before Jeff could respond, "I went by to apologize for our remarks about us, uh, using the bear rug tonight. What we said in the living room wasn't appropriate for children's ears, but just before I did the thing she hates so much – treat her like a child – I realized what I was doing and stood to go. But, darnit, she had already figured out why I was there. Oh, crap, Jeff, I think she suckered me into saying I would do anything I could for her. If not, she definitely seized the opportunity to manipulate me into it. She hit me with the academy thing in her next breath. I know she played me, but darnit, I love her so much ... I guess she's too intelligent for my own good," the Queen finished with a sigh.

Jeff grinned at her last comment, but went on without a direct reference to it. "So now we're stuck with the choice of breaking your word or letting her go to Ship's academy. Hmmm. Maybe we just need to tell her you're aware of what she did and the academy is still a no-go."

But the Clan Queen was shaking her head. "Jeff, she was far more subtle than that. What she did wasn't blatant at all. If we come down on her, we're going to hurt her feelings ... a lot. In her mind, she absolutely knows she's old enough to do whatever is necessary at the academy. Arlene tells me that Selina has questioned her in detail about what goes on there. And ... Selina won't really be stuck in a child's body while she attends, will she?"

"Uh ... I honestly don't know. It felt like it was me there. I mean; it's so real that it never occurred to me to think differently. I was just there – struggling the same way the other cadets were. It seems to take years before graduation."

"But, are the things you do just mental..."

"Oh, hell no. It's a military academy – well there's a couple of years of flight school, but there is a tremendous curriculum that is thrown into the mix. You graduate as an Ensign with a rating for whatever concentration you choose. Even if your main field is engineering, you still have to go through scout and shuttle training with a minimum level of Interceptor training. Any crew on a starship can fly anything in a pinch. Oh, they would never win a scrap with a trained opponent, but they could take the Interceptor, say with a wounded pilot, and get the hell out of Dodge. If you want to be an Interceptor pilot, then that training continues after the basic courses. And ... since we're on the subject, when are you going to start your training, My Love?"

Her response was instantaneous. "Jeff, you know I don't have the time," she tried.

"Bullshit. You're well aware that time in the simulator doesn't correspond with Earth time. Just an hour of Earth time can sometimes translate into weeks in Ship's simulator."

"Jeff, you know I even throw a rock like a girl. I'm afraid I'll embarrass you if they put me in the cockpit of..."

"You shoot better than any but the very best. And if you would practice more, you would even be better, so don't give me that bullshit." Then the thought hit. "Say, I have an idea. We're worried about Selina going to the academy all alone..."

Diana's eyes got big as she began shaking her head. "No, Jeff. No. Absolutely not. No way am I going through Ship's academy with a genius by my side, and in addition to that, she has a photographic memory. I'll feel like a fool the first day. No, Jeff. It is not going to happen."

"Ever make love on a firing range?" he interrupted, pulling her to him, his lips seeking hers.

"You are not going to get my mind off this with sex. No, Jeff. I ... mmmm," she mumbled into his mouth.

He pulled her tighter to him, his hand sneaking under her top to tweak a suddenly swelling nipple. "Dammit, Jeff, you're not going to..." she tried, pulling her mouth away from his, but that mouth took the place of his fingers on her nipple. As the vacuum pulled the milk from her breast and his tongue teased her nipple, "Oh, shit, Jeff, I..."

In seconds, she was on the range floor and he had removed her shoes and socks. Her shorts and panties were quickly gone, her top pushed above her breasts, soon followed by his lips and tongue descending onto her pussy. By then, she was so hot that she came with the first swipe of his tongue.

Long minutes and numerous orgasms later, she lay in a daze of aftershocks as he slipped his gun belt and garments off. As she smiled up at him, he settled between her legs, swiped his cock through the lips of her dripping pussy and eased inside her.

"Oh, Jeff," she whispered just before his mouth locked to hers.

Thirty minutes later, the Prime lay beside his Clan Queen as he stared down at his skinned knees. "Did anybody ever tell you that making love on a hard floor is rough on one's knees?" he asked with a chuckle.

Rising up on her elbows enough to stare past her breasts, "Oh, your poor knees. Baby, we need to put something on them."

He chuckled back at her. "Little One is taking care of them as we speak."

"Oh, my goodness. I forgot all about her. I hope I didn't hurt her with my nails, I..."

After a slight hesitation, "She assures me you did not."

"So, she understood what I said..."

"Uh huh. Partially your words; partially your emotions, but she's getting better with language."

Diana smiled at her mate. "But this doesn't change anything. I'm still not going through the academy with a genius..."

Jeff, lying on his side, flopped his half hard dick against her hip, interrupting her chain of thought.

"Don't you start again. Your knees will be to the bone before we finish the next time, and the answer will still be the same."

Not bothering to argue, he went on. "Five days until New Year's Eve. Plenty of time to get started in the academy. You will probably have finished your basic training as well as your beginning scout training by then, and we can still make love every night."

"Jeff, I..." And he began sucking on her right nipple, seeking the milk he hadn't quite finished in their previous session.

"Damn you, Jeff," she mumbled. Then, "Oh, shit. That feels sooo good..."

Among the Christmas presents that Eric had bought for his family were .22 caliber rifles for his daughters, and matching .22 caliber revolvers for Angela and himself. "No better way to practice technique, particularly for the girls, than to do so with weapons that don't have any noticeable recoil," he quoted Jeff as saying. There had been a number of guns as Christmas presents, so Eric thought they might have to wait for a firing position, but he assumed they could use the time to learn how to properly field strip and clean the weapons.

He had made certain that each weapon came with its own case so they could be transported safely. In the basement, Eric stopped off at the magazine across from the firing range to get a block of .22 ammunition. Consequently, Angela was in the lead. As she pulled the inner door partway open, she quickly shoved it closed, turning her back firmly against it, her face blazing a sudden red as she stammered out, "Uh, we're going to have to come back later."

Eric, from behind, remarked, "If all the stations are full, we can sit at the cleaning table and learn the proper breakdown procedure for the rifles while we wait."

"Uh, we can do that in our suite," Angela insisted.

The girls looked at each other, both shrugging before Terri asked, "Who's on the range, Mom? Is something going on?"

As Alice tried to reach for the door, Angela backed more firmly against it. "We'll come back later," she responded with her "there's no use in arguing" voice.

"Angie?" Eric questioned.

Where the girls couldn't see, she grinned and winked at her mate.

As they walked back toward the stairs, the adults let the girls scramble on ahead of them. "Who was it?"

Angie grabbed Eric's arm and pushed a breast against it – a breast with an extended nipple that she longed for him to suck. "Let's just say that Diana really gets into it. We're lucky she wasn't screaming her head off at the instant I opened the door, but since there was little noise for the moment, the girls didn't hear anything. Diana has told me that she is quite vocal when she's making love."

"So, they were making love?" At Angie's nod, Eric went on, "Damn, I would love to have seen that."

Angie mock glared up at him. "What you're saying is you would love to see Diana naked."

"Well, crap, I, uh..." he managed as he glanced over his shoulder toward the indoor range.

"Don't even think about going back," she admonished. Chuckling, she pushed her breast harder against the back of his upper arm so he would be sure to feel her nipple. "They were fucking like crazy, if that's what you mean, and neither of them had a stitch on, well, I think Jeff did still have his socks on, come to think of it, but now we have to figure out how to get rid of the girls for an hour or two."

"So seeing them fucking has made you hot, huh?"

"Yeah," she whispered, admitting it.

"Getting them something to do is easy," Eric returned, "I didn't buy all those games for nothing." A moment later, he called out to the girls who were waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. "Why don't you two put your rifles up for the time being, get a couple of your new games and head for the game room? Your mom and I are going to make love."

"Eric!" Angie squeaked in protest at his blatant comment.

"Okay," the girls chorused, then giggling, ran on up the stairs with an occasional glance over their shoulders which set off another spate of giggles.

"We can't just..." Angie began as Eric pinned her against the wall.

Grinning at her, he said, "I've been looking for an excuse to drag you back all day," then sealed his mouth to his sister's.

When their lips parted, "I know this was my idea, but I'm not going to be able to walk if we do it much more today," she said while trying to be serious.

"Oh, come on. It couldn't have been much after one this morning when we finished and went to sleep. You've had more than twelve hours to recover."

"Yeah. Easy for you to say. Just remember, it's been a long, long time since I've had a cock pushed up me until you did it the other night. And ... you're a lot bigger than my husband was – God rest his soul. I feel like a virgin after her wedding night."

"Good," he said, grabbing her hand. "Then you need a lot of practice. Let's go do some of that. And remember, it's been a long time for me, too."

Jogging up the stairs side by side, they headed for their suite.

The Prison Planet

As Morales was lining up the first box of canned goods on a shelf, he stopped to consider the picture on the side of a can of beef stew he had in his hand. Damn, that looks good, but I should save all the canned goods in case I run short of food this winter. Shrugging off the urge to open the can, he went on filling his shelves. When that container was empty, he stood back to look at the carefully arranged cans.

Shrugging, he started to turn away, but abruptly snatched up a can of the stew. Fuck it. I'm going to eat this right now. Besides, he tried to justify in his mind, I need a can.

After dumping the stew into a pan and setting it over an area of his fire that had burned down to hot coals, he swirled a finger into the can as far as he could reach, cleaning the finger in his mouth. Damn, that's good.

With a smile as big as his face, he took down his new stainless steel coffee maker, or percolator as the instruction booklet called it, rinsed it and its basket, then put in three cups of water. The instructions said to put in one more cup of water more than the amount of cups of coffee you wanted to make, because some of the water would boil away as the coffee perked. The bottom of the basket was filled with tiny holes, making a filter unnecessary.