Chapter 558

The Retreat

... With a grin, he went on, “Diana might very well have instigated our being alone together, but it surely wasn’t for me to get a chance to bang you before saying goodbye to you. However, she is quite capable of setting us up in the hopes that you will be yet another of my brides.”

“So, we were actually down here for the sole purpose of trying out my new gun? It’s just that it’s so quiet in here, and that couch over there in the corner with the nice pillows all arranged, is only there for spectators? Oh, my. I feel like a fool. I just couldn’t believe you were ... Oh, my goodness, I have just insulted my Colonel. I...” And the tears returned.

He fought to keep from chuckling, but he was sure she knew, anyway. “Whoever he is, don’t kick his ass. Just tell him that you have a date with me. You will see me again, won’t you, please?” he asked as he briefly moved back enough to look down into her face.

She managed to nod before he pulled her back against his chest. The chuckling began again. “Oh, Diana is going to tease Arlene about the furniture. It was her idea.”

“Please don’t tell them. They’ll all hate me.”

He kissed her again. It wasn’t a full-blown tongue match that would have led to sex, but neither was it chaste. Just the fact of her being in his arms was enough to make her want him so much it hurt.

Finally, she leaned against him. “I would love to do this all night, but my legs are getting tired, and I still don’t dare sit on that couch with you so near.”

“I won’t...” he began.

“No. No. It’s not you. Let’s just blame it on the pheromones and save my pride a little,” she said with a chuckle.

“You could always sit on my lap,” he teased.

“And then I could turn and face you ... Come on,” she finished as she grabbed the box containing her pistol, then his hand. “Let’s go visit with your wives.”

“Okay, but first,” he said as he pulled her into his arms again. This time there was a lot more tongue involved. Finally, he broke the kiss as she slumped against him.

“Are you okay, Baby?” he asked when he realized she was shivering.

He called me Baby, she thought. “Uh-huh,” she managed, her voice quiet and sounding odd.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I...” she sighed, “I had an ... orgasm while you were kissing me,” she mumbled, embarrassed more than she had ever been in her life. “I didn’t even know it was possible. Has that ever happened to your wives...” She stopped, embarrassed. “Well, of course it has,” she answered her own question. “I guess I’m still making a fool of myself.”

Jeff hugged her to him. “Not at all. What you have done is flatter me immensely. Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me for your having given me an orgasm?” she said with a giggle.

Jeff only grinned at her.

“I...” she started just before his mouth took control of hers again. All she could think of, and that only lasted a few seconds, was, “This man knows how to kiss.”

The kiss went on and on as her body responded to him. Until tonight, she had never even thought about having an orgasm while kissing. It had never occurred to her that it was even possible, but she knew that it was going to happen again if he didn’t release her shortly.

The kiss continued, the feeling building while their tongues tussled with each other, and his mouth moved on hers. A couple of minutes later as she squeezed her arms even tighter about him, she pressed her breasts against his chest as hard as she could manage. With a gasp, she orgasmed again while squealing into his mouth, some part of her mind scolding her for sounding like an excited teenager.

When his mouth released hers, she slumped against his chest again, only then realizing that he must have taken the gun box from her before she dropped it. She leaned against him for a few minutes before she very quietly said, “How do your wives survive?” which he rated as a fantastic compliment.

Chuckling, he said, “They love me and put up with my sometimes weird projects.”

Her mood became serious. “Jeff, I had two orgasms – wonderful orgasms, but I’m beginning to feel as if I’m cheating on Diana and your other wives. I know that she wanted us to be alone, but I doubt she expected me to be having orgasms.”

“Di did indeed set this up, and she expected me to kiss you, maybe even more. If we had made love, she would most likely have been delighted. Tosha, I don’t understand it either. She and my other wives seem almost obsessed with this. They all like you, and of course, that came mostly from Kei liking you so much. But ... the whole thing is beyond anything I can apply logic too. Oh, Di talks about our planned trip on Ship, the races we’ll meet and how the more wives I have, the more prestige I’ll have. But she – well none of them – will listen to reason. I...”

“Colonel – uh, Jeff,” she blurted, “how do you make love to all those women? You have so many that it seems you would have to be in bed twenty-four hours a day ... And, your wives are all superbly beautiful. They are so beautiful that it’s sometimes hard to realize. But, darn it, they don’t appear to be climbing the walls for sex. You must be satisfying them somehow. I just don’t understand how one man could do it.”

“Tosha, I...” he began, obviously stalling.

“I swear that I won’t tell a soul.”

The Prime sighed as he took her hand, and they began walking across the basement. “When I make love to any of my wives, the ones who are touching her, or me, have the exact experience that she does. It is so real that all of them have the feeling, even afterward.” He stopped to look her in the eye. “How do I say this? Well, according to my wives, a woman who has had a good bit of sex the night before, can ... tell it the next morning. Any of my wives who were touching us will have that same feeling, even the next morning, just like the one I made love to. That’s how I can ‘take care of’ all of them. It might even have something to do with their lack of jealousy. So you see, I’m not some miracle loving machine. I only actually love a few of my wives each day.”

“Says the man who just gave me two fantastic orgasms by merely kissing me,” she replied as they stopped and she turned to gaze into his eyes.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“No. I have my regular off days coming up, but...”

“Let’s go back upstairs, have a cup of coffee and maybe something sweet to eat. I imagine that Diana is waiting for us.”

“Waiting?” she asked with a frown.

“Yeah, as I said, my Clan Queen engineered this, so let’s go check on her. Want to ride back the way you came down?” he asked as he teasingly grabbed at her.

While fighting a giggle, she danced out of his reach. “No. I do not.”

After you, “M’Lady.”

The Prison Planet

... Morales’ mouth sought out her other breast, and within seconds of his beginning to suck, Jasmine shivered, grabbed his head in a vise grip and came again.

When the aftershocks were finally over, she collapsed onto the bed while trying to understand what had happened as her heart gradually returned to something like normal.

Both the girls were looking at her.

“What?” she weakly asked.

“Are you mad at us?” Christine asked.

Jasmine managed, somehow, to come up with the strength to knee-walk the couple of feet it took to reach Christine, Jasmine’s breasts playing peek-a-boo as the top was pulled first one way and then the other while she moved. After motioning to Ashley to come closer, she pulled both into a hug. Hesitantly, she began, “My father used to have horses, and I was raised riding them. Dad had a term for a horse that could never get over its fear of gunfire. It’s gun-shy. In this case, we’ll call it Jasmine-shy.

“Just as you two probably do, I have worries about all this, but I want it to work more than you likely understand, and I worry about the two of you coming in here and maybe trying to take my man away from me. But ... you have both been very cautious and have adhered to the few rules I’ve asked of you, but I don’t want either of you to constantly worry when you decide to kiss or make love to my husband.” A grin touched her face with the next statement. “That’s the current definition of making love to him and includes the non-penetration thing for now. Once we’re all married to each other, I expect us all to make love with him without either of you worrying whether I approve or not.” I hope that comment doesn’t come back to bite me in the butt.

Determined, she went on. “I won’t abuse my time with him, and I think I can safely say that neither will either of you. There will be some misunderstandings from time to time – we are human after all – but we’re here for life. Either we get along, or we are all in for a very miserable time.

“He hasn’t been given a chance to love on you two – yet.” Turning to her husband, she winked and said, “Go get them, Baby. And to be clear, my dear Husband, I want you to lick them unconscious just as you do for me. After that, I would appreciate your wearing out my pussy.”

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asked.

Jasmine leaned over and hungrily kissed her husband. “I don’t know why I feel this way, and I assume it must be the enhancement, but I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. Now, make love to your soon-to-be new wives, but please keep that beautiful cock out of their pussies for now.”

The Ship

Diana, a bit apprehensive, walked up Ship’s ramp. The hatch opened and she went on inside.

“Hello, Diana. May I help you?” Ship said, her voice a cross between seductive and business.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to have a chat with you.”

“Of course.”

“Could we do it on the Bridge?” And Diana was suddenly there.

The Clan Queen almost giggled as she looked around her. “May I?” she asked as she walked over, but for some reason today, paused before sitting in the Captain’s seat.

Ship returned. “If you do not tell him, I will not,” she responded with a hint of amusement in her voice. “Refreshments?” she asked, continuing with some of the etiquette lessons she had learned.

“Would iced lemonade be a problem?”

“No problem,” Ship replied a millisecond before the refreshment appeared in the drink holder on the arm of the seat, the sides of the glass already beginning to frost.