Last Exile Fan Fiction ❯ Soft Options ❯ Love in an Elevator ( Chapter 1 )

Soft Options

 

Rating: NC17/X

 

By: AZ

 

Chapter 1: Love in an Elevator

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Life can change your circumstances fast. This was something that Claus and Lavie had learned before, but since Al had come into the picture, they were learning that all they thought they knew about life bending you over and having its way with you amounted to neither jack, nor shit. They had been forced out of the Norkia Cup Race when - for the first time since they had run in the van ship race - they had the victory in their hands. Not even Hurricane Hawk could beat them that time. Well, the Guild Starfish had other ideas, knocking both their ship and Hurricane Hawk out of the race as it pursued it's prey.

If that wasn't bad enough, the Guild ship had started after them when they took on the mission from the mortally-wounded pilot of the van ship that had nearly smashed them into a canyon wall. While it didn't immediately come after them, it showed up later, literally tearing their house apart in the process. Fortunately for them, they were fast thinkers and weren't afraid to take chances. Those traits had allowed them to evade the Guild until they reached the appointed meeting place.

There, they had nearly been killed by the Guild craft, only to have a stranger step in and destroy the craft with a single hit. As it turned out, he was the man who was to receive the `cargo' in the contract that Claus and Lavie had taken over. That `cargo' was Al, the young girl who had come to be pretty special to both of them. Rashly, perhaps, they had repaired their damaged van ship, scavenged some fuel from the downed Guild ship and gone after the man, convinced that Al was in danger.

That had not been their most successful choice, as they quickly found themselves embroiled in not one war, but in two wars: the Silvana was a ship-of-the-line of the Anatory Navy, and so, was fighting the Disith, while at the same time, the Captain of the ship, Alex Row, seemed to be involved in fighting a war with the Guild as well, judging from the behavior of the man and the attitude of the crew. Right off the bat, Claus had gotten beaten up by the deck apes. Then, the Guild had attacked and the two of them had been tossed out in a combat van ship to fight the Starfish. Lavie had blacked out due to the extreme maneuvers that he had had to use to keep them alive, though truthfully, the last Starship to chase them seemed more intent on playing with them than finishing them.

Arriving back at the ship, they had met the queen of bitches, Tatiana Wisla. Claus hadn't really cared about her dislike for his flying skills, but when she had said Lavie wasn't fit to fly with him, it made it personal. Lavie hadn't said anything, but Claus promised himself that he would address that unwarranted attack on his partner, friend and navigator when he had the chance. But first, there was Lavie and Al to tend to. Lavie had later broken down and cried on his chest, promising to do better, but Claus didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.

During their initial landing, the had gone in hard, and wrecked their personal van ship, so they were pretty much stuck on the ship, since they had no house, no ship and no money. Even of they hadn't of been in such a tight place, Claus would have stayed to protect Al from Alex's mysterious plans. And where Claus was, Lavie was as well. So, they stayed. Lavie had decided that she would work on the ship, both to repair their private ship as time allowed and to watch over Al, but also to avoid flying combat with Claus again. Claus had assured her that he would welcome her in the back seat any time she wanted to fly with him, but she had shaken her head and told him that she wouldn't fly combat with him.

Homeless, ship-less and nearly penny-less, the two had found that life was sometimes an ass-raping jerk. Still, they had experience in this kind of situation, so they just dug in and kept on rolling. Now, with the ship in bad shape because of the fight with the Guild, the Captain had decided to head for a friend's dry-dock facility to help the crew repair the significant damage caused by the attack. The place had turned out to be a kind of casino-cum-black-market station, and from the reception they got, Alex's reputation had preceded him.

Shortly after they had arrived on ship, Claus and Lavie had met the First Officer, who introduced herself as Sophia. It was she who had ordered the crew to set aside space on the sub-deck for their battered van ship, and it was also her doing that had resulted in their having a cabin for themselves and Al. Al had seemed to like her, and Claus had noticed that Lavie didn't bristle at her like she usually did with people she didn't like, so he assumed that Lavie had no real beef with the woman either. Sophia had just made an announcement that they were docked and that the crew could make use of the facilities on the dock.

Claus had gone to look for Lavie, but found her already gone. Deciding to go see if she had found her way to the dock area, he made his way out of the ship and to the berth, seeing an elevator that apparently went to the casino area. Spotting a bunch of blue-jacketed Anatory musketeers waving people in and yelling about bets, Claus joined the press, finding himself wedged into the back of the elevator with the girl who flew as Tatiana's navigator. As the soldiers pressed in, he had been driven face first into her.

“Ah!” she winced, grabbing her arm. Claus glanced at her arm, recalling that she had been bleeding earlier. Moving his arms to either side of her own, he put his palms against the back wall and pushed as hard as he could, succeeding in getting her just enough room to keep her wounded arm from being slammed into the steel wall.

“Thank you.” said the girl, blinking in surprise at him. “You're Claus, aren't you?” she verified. Claus nodded, his chin touching the top of her breasts on the down stroke.

“Yeah. I think I heard you called Alister?” he prompted. She smiled at him.

“Yes. I'm Alister Agrew. I'm Tatiana's navigator.” she said. “Pleased to meet you, Claus.” she offered, smiling again.

“Same here, Alister.” he said. “Though I can't say the same about Tatiana.” he grumbled. Alister sighed.

“Claus, please call me Alis; it's what my friends call me, and I have decided that we will be good friends.” she began. “As for Tatiana, please, give her a chance. I know she said some harsh things, but she isn't as mean and cold as she comes off as when you first meet her.” she apologized for her friend. “By the way, is your navigator ok?” she asked. “Back in the academy, I blacked out my first combat practice with Tatiana, so I know how it feels from her side.” she explained.

“Yeah, Lavie's fine.” replied Claus, feeling himself smile at the girl. “We had never flown a twin-engine van ship, let alone a military fighter model, before, so we weren't prepared for the power.” he explained. “And we certainly never flew one in combat.” he added wryly. Alister blinked.

“You…never flew a model like that, you never flew combat before, and you still managed to keep from being shot down?” she marveled. It had taken her and Tatiana months to master the teamwork and intricacies necessary to employ a fighter van ship to its full potential.

“No. And I was having a hard time seeing and talking because your goons beat me up earlier.” he added, still feeling a bit upset about the behavior of the mechanics. “Real friendly ship you have, Alis.” he sniped, though it was not her that he was pissed at.

“Honestly, none of us are as bad as our first impressions doubtlessly were.” assured Alister earnestly.

“You'd almost have to be better than your first impressions,” rejoined Claus dryly, “although, your first impression is really good so far.” he offered her. Alister laughed softly.

“Well, thank you, Claus. You're making a good impression yourself.” she replied honestly. Claus glanced at her face, finding himself liking what he was seeing. He also liked the faint scent coming from her. Forced to all but hug her to him, he felt his dick hardening at the close contact. The coveralls he wore were hardly bulky clothing, and the girl was in a tight grey top and a pair of thin, baggy cotton pants, so neither of them was bundled up, per se.

The moment was interrupted by the elevator door opening the large soldiers running off, yelling to each other about placing their bets. After they had gone, Claus stepped back from Alister and the two sedately stepped off the elevator. “So, what brings you here, Claus?” wondered Alister, falling in beside the young man. Claus shrugged.

“Looking for Lavie, of course.” he replied. “Al is resting, and Lavie isn't in our room, so I figured that she would be here.” he reasoned. “And you?” he asked in turn.

“I…thought I could use some air. Tatiana finished her exercises, but didn't want to come. So, I came by myself.” she finished softly. Claus glanced at her, finding her to be frowning slightly. Catching him looking at her, she wiped the frown from her face and smiled at him. “What say we get a drink and see what is going on in the casino, Claus?” she suggested warmly. “If you don't mind spending some time with me, that is!” she added.

“I'd love to, Alister.” he replied honestly. Alister wasn't like the others on the ship; she was nice. “But, I'll have to pass on the drink; Lavie and I don't have any money.” he admitted. Or a house, or a working van ship at the moment, either! he thought, but didn't say. Alister surprised him by giggling softly and grabbing his hand.

“It's fine, Claus!” she assured him. “I'll buy your drinks tonight, ok? Think of it as a kind of `getting to know you' deal; as well as an apology for Tatiana's behavior earlier. Deal?” she asked him intently. Claus smiled at her.

“Deal, Alis.” he agreed. With small talk flowing between them, the two reached the doors to the main floor of the casino. When the doors opened, the two found themselves just in time for a brawl.

Claus wasn't surprised to find that Lavie was apparently instrumental in getting it started; that was just how Lavie was sometimes. Growing up, they had learned all of each other's characteristics and quirks, and one of Lavie's was being overly-aggressive in situations she perceived as wrong or stacked against her. Seeing a blue-coated goon holding her by her thin top, causing the garment to lift enough to expose the bottom half of her developing breasts did not make Claus any calmer, but before he could decide how best to help Lavie out, the same bunch of goons that had worked him over lead the charge, yelling something about nobles and breaking bones.

Claus and Alister stood at the doors, gaping, as the entire floor of the casino erupted into a riot, Lavie in the thick of things. One of the blue-coated Musketeers saw the two and decided that they were with the grey-clad Silvana lot. Immediately, he grabbed Claus and hauled back his arm to hit him, but before he could, someone smashed a chair over his back and head, causing him to collapse. Blinking, he saw that it was Lavie, panting, her top showing a small tear or two. “Lavie! Are you ok?!” he asked her, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her over to where Alister was tucked in close to the door frame.

“Fine, Claus!” she replied, panting slightly. “That damned noble rigged the game so our bird would lose! Useless asshole!” she yelled at the noble, who was surrounded by his personal guards and looking nervous. “Mullin! No!” she screamed, seeing someone running at the man, fist cocked back to hit the man. Claus had no idea who Mullin might be, but the man missed his target and found himself looking at a sword for his trouble. Remembering Lavie's reaction to seeing the dead musketeers when they had delivered a message to Duke Mad Thane while the Minagese battle raged, he started to pull Lavie around so she wouldn't see the man get skewered, but before he could, a gunshot rang out, and everything froze.

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The Goliath was no more; nor was the noble who had rashly challenged Alex to a ship-to-ship duel. Watching the ship sink with all hands, Claus had found himself meeting Mullen Shetland, Lavie's new friend. Beside Claus, Alister was officially introduced to Lavie. Claus watched Lavie's eyes as he introduced Alis, and was relieved to see no sign of the coolness that colored her gaze when she met someone she didn't like. With the introductions done, Lavie turned back to Mullin and handed him something before bidding the group good evening, moving back toward their room. Claus glanced at Alister, who wished him good night as well.

Back in their room, Claus found himself looking at Lavie, who was wiggling out of her coveralls. Setting the garment aside, the girl absently adjusted her panties. Like all her clothes, they were threadbare, but clean. “So, you finally showed up.” said the girl, tugging her top off to check the damage inflicted by the riot. “And you showed up with Alister. What's up with that?” she asked him, critically examining the tears. More sewing for me, she thought absently.

“I ran into her on the elevator.” said Claus, unzipping his own coveralls. “She's a nice girl.” he noted. Lavie glanced at him as she rummaged around in her small van ship kit for a needle and thread, turning to sit on the edge of one of the bunks. Naked save for her panties, she found the needle she kept for emergencies and set about looking for thread even as she spoke with Claus.

“She seems ok.” shrugged the girl, causing her small, but pert breasts to quiver enticingly. Glancing over at the second bunk in the room, she saw Al sleeping peacefully in the other bunk. “She's definitely different from that Tatiana bitch!” she growled, finally finding some thread and beginning her repair of her much-worn and abused top.

Claus recalled the close contact between them during the elevator ride and felt his dick harden at the memory; not that Lavie sitting there nearly naked hurt any. Moving over to the bed where Al slept, he carefully tucked her in securely, seeing her clutching the ram toy that Lavie had given her tightly to her chest. With their charge secured, he moved over to the other bed and pulled back the blanket and sheet, necessitating Lavie standing for a moment. “Inside or outside?” he asked her, smiling at his partner.

“Outside.” said the girl, her tone distracted. “I always wake up before you, Sleepy Head.” she smiled at him. Claus nodded and rolled into the narrow bed, Lavie settling back on the edge. With her bare form so close, Claus gave in to temptation, and slipped his arm around her. Lavie turned to look at Claus, giving him a knowing smirk.

“Well, I see someone is in the mood.” she teased her partner. Claus smiled back at her.

“Only if you're in the mood, too, Lavie.” he agreed amicably. Lavie set her top aside and lay back into the bed. Recalling her evening, she decided that she was in the mood, after all. Rolling partially onto her side, Lavie pressed her lips to Claus's lips before recalling that she had one more thing to do.

“Damn light.” she muttered, pulling herself away from Claus and stepping over to the switch next to the door. Not that it was a long step, but the fact that she had to leave Claus still irked her. With the light off, she touched the door hatch, making sure it was closed, before she moved back to Claus, finding her partner to be waiting patiently for her. In the darkness, she smiled as she felt Claus wrap his arms around her as he moved over her, his lips going from her lips, to her neck, and then to her small, shapely breasts.

It has always been like this. she thought, sighing softly as she wrapped her arms around Claus's head, holding him to her as his lips sealed over her nipple, his hand mimicking the actions of his tongue and lips on her other hard, excited nipple. Stifling a groan of pleasure, she ran her fingers through Claus's hair. Three years since the first time, and it still feels like heaven.

At the age of fifteen, she and Claus had been lovers for three years. It wasn't surprising, really, when one considered that she and Claus had been together all their life. Lavie had lost her mother before she even got to know her; in fact, her mother died only hours after she gave birth to Lavie. Fortunately for Lavie and her dad, they had met Claus's family nearly a year to the day after that tragic event. Within six months, the two fathers were flying van ships together. Within two years, they had moved out of the city and into a house on a modest spread of land, their van ship flying from the barn, and the two families - Valca and Head - living together in the simple, but functional house.

Justine Valca treated them as siblings, showering them both with indiscriminate love and affection. The two shared a room from the time that they were three until they moved into their own house when they lost the family home. From the very start, they had shared a bed. As they grew older, they grew curious about certain things. After the loss of their fathers and Claus's mother, the two had only gotten closer. In the pursuit of comfort, they had started to mimic the behavior they had seen from time to time with Justine and their fathers.

Kissing had proven to be both comforting and exciting. From there, the two had moved on to petting, learning a lot about their bodies as they did so. With their goal of flying their father's van ship consuming their attention and time, they had stopped short of becoming full lovers, though their petting and kissing sessions had grown more frequent, more sophisticated and lasted far longer. That had carried them over the years until they had to move into Norkia again.

Having finally established themselves in a modest shack that was hardly more than a hanger for their van ship and a room over it for them, they had gradually drifted into being lovers in fact. Lavie had been lucky that her vigorous work on the van ship had torn her hymen before the night that she and Claus had crossed that final line. Even so, the first time had hurt; it had also been awkward for both of them. But painful and awkward not withstanding, the two had quickly taken to their new expression of their love.

Lavie hissed softly as she felt Claus's fingers invade her panties. Moving her own hands to his shorts, she slipped her small hand into his shorts, grasping his hard length and stroking it. At her breasts, Claus released her nipple long enough to grunt as her hand skillfully pumped his shaft. “Lavie.” he breathed, pushing a finger inside her passage, his thumb on her clit. Lavie whined as she felt him add a finger to the first, her fluid beginning to soak her panties.

“Mmm.” was Lavie's response to his speaking her name. With a twist of her wrist and some help from her free hand, she brought his dick out of his shorts and began to work his shorts off him. Reciprocating her actions, Claus began to peel her panties off her slim hips, Lavie wiggling her hips to help him get her naked. Kicking the last of their clothes off each other, Lavie guided Claus between her legs.

With so much time together, they didn't need to speak to know what the other was wanting. Usually, the two would have sex after a petting session, but tonight, Lavie wanted to skip the preliminaries. The flirting with Mullin had gotten her started, and when Claus had touched her, her own libido had ignited. Doubtlessly, Claus had likewise been started by his encounter with Alister.

Feeling Claus settle at her entrance, Lavie released his hard length, wrapping her slim legs around his hips as he pushed into her, his lips sealing to her own. Feeling herself stretch to accommodate him, she let her tongue slip into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair. Claus was supporting his weight on his arms, but lowered himself so her breasts were pressed to his chest.

Pumping into her tight, hot nest, his smooth chest rubbed back and forth across her hard nipples, adding to her arousal. The cabin was filled with muffled groans, gasps, grunts and sighs as Claus pounded into Lavie, the two rapidly building toward release. As they did so, the two hardly ever broke their kisses; only long enough to suck in a quick breath or to pant in the other's ear were the kisses interrupted. Before long, Claus felt his lover's slick grasp clamp down on his pumping rod, Lavie's body trembling madly as she came. Knowing that she had just reached release, he buried himself as deeply into her as he could, his balls tightening as he flooded her passage and womb with his seed.

Panting, the two rested, Claus still on top of Lavie. As they recovered their breath, Claus gradually moved over, pulling Lavie on top of him; it was their preferred post-fuck position, since Lavie was smaller and lighter than Claus - if only by a little. Also as usual, the two kept their hips joined, Claus's softened member still clutched in Lavie's content passage. With Lavie resting comfortably on his chest, the top of her head just below his chin, Claus rubbed her back gently, his hands eventually settling on her small, tight ass. “Mmm.” purred Lavie softly, kissing his throat fondly. “That feels nice, Claus.” she murmured.

“You feel nice, Lavie.” he said honestly. Against his chest, she giggled quietly.

“Thanks, Claus.” she said honestly. Minutes passed, then she spoke again. “So, you like Alister, do you?” she asked him, her tone arch and teasing. Claus frowned slightly.

“Well, yeah,” he agreed slowly, “but I don't necessarily like her like I like you.” he deflected. Lavie lifted her head to study him in the near-total darkness.

“I would hope not.” said the girl. “I'm your partner, Claus.” she reminded him. “But you do think she is cute, right?” pressed the girl. Claus slowly nodded.

“Yeah, she's cute.” he agreed. “But what about you?” he asked her in return. “Do you like that Mullin guy?” he pressed. Lavie lowered her head back down to rest just below his chin again, her inner passage absently squeezing his softened dick.

“He's cute, I suppose.” she allowed. He's kind of nice as well. she silently added. “I could go for him, I guess.” she added, having considered it.

“As long as you remember that I'm your partner.” he repeated back at her. Lavie lightly slapped his arm.

“You're the only partner I'll fly with, Claus. You know that.” she said, her tone mock-angry. “So, are you going to do anything about Alister?” she asked him, curious. Claus considered that question, absently squeezing her firm butt cheeks.

“I don't know, Lavie. Are you going to do anything about that Mullin guy?” he wondered. Lavie pursed her lips as she thought about it.

“I…guess I hadn't thought about it much, Claus.” she said. Yawning, she got comfortable on his chest. “Tell you what, Claus,” she suggested, hugging herself to him full-length, “let's worry about this later, ok?” she suggested. Humming agreement, he settled his arms around her slim form and together, the two drifted off to sleep together.

-

“Oh! Tatiana! Are you still up?” asked Alister, entering the cabin that she shared with her partner, Tatiana. The platinum-blonde pilot glanced at Alister as the girl shut the hatch and began to get ready for bed.

“I was awakened by the naval battle.” said the girl indifferently. “Did you get down to the dock areas?” she wondered. Alister nodded, setting her thin shirt aside, leaving her naked from the waist up.

“Yes. I ran in Claus on the way there, in fact.” she said, covertly watching Tatiana for any reaction. The seventeen-year old girl frowned slightly.

“Claus…” she mused. “That kid who was flying the ship with the passed-out navigator, right?” she pressed. Seeing Alis nod, Tatiana snorted. “What was he doing down there?” she asked disdainfully. “Looking for smelling salts for that girl?” she sniped. Alister frowned.

“No. He was, in fact, looking for Lavie herself.” she said. Tatiana glanced at him, quirking an eyebrow.

“Lavie? Is that the name of the girl who was passed out in the back seat?” she sniped. Alister nodded.

“Yes. And you two are remarkably alike, Tatiana.” said the navigator, kicking her thin pants off, leaving her in the small, black shorts that she and Tatiana wore under their flight suits. Adjusting them, the navigator folded her pants before turning back her bunk. Glancing at Tatiana, she could see the girl giving her a narrow gaze.

“We're alike?” challenged Tatiana. “I can't imagine how. Catch the light, will you?” she said, turning over to look at the wall. Alister silently turned off the single bulb and stepped into her own bunk. Getting comfortable, she considered the young man she had met that evening. To her surprise, she felt her nipples harden as she re-lived the evening.

“Well, Claus is cute, anyway.” she murmured. Already, she could feel her groin heat up. Slipping her hand down her belly, she touched her sensitive mound, finding it to be damp already. Sighing silently, she pushed her panties down and ran her fingertip along her damp cleft, feeling her arousal boil up at her experienced touch. Closing her eyes, she delicately dipped her finger into her sheath, her free hand coming up to pinch and tug on her nipple.

It wasn't new to Alister to relieve her sexual tension. She had first done so when she was about the same age as Claus and Lavie, and when she had entered the Anatory Military Academy, she had learned that long-time friend and new room mate, Tatiana Wisla, did the same thing. During the two years that they had spent there, learning to be a combat van ship team, they had learned a lot more than just flying van ships and military tradition.

The two had learned about men. Both had had their first sexual experience while in the academy. For Alister, it was at a holiday party. After a few glasses of wine, she had found herself alone with a handsome young instructor from her navigators' course in the secluded garden of the administration building. Before she really knew what was happening, her cadet uniform was lying on the grass and she was bent over a stone bench. The young cadet had lost her virginity in an alcohol-influenced ten-minute coupling with one of her instructors. When she realized that he was gone and she still hadn't cum, she had somewhat guiltily fingered herself to a modest orgasm before cleaning herself up as best as she could, redressing, and returning to the dorm.

For Tatiana, her first time was with the oldest son of one of the main noble families. With good Guild connections, the family was rich, powerful and prominent. She herself was from noble heritage, though her family was poor and her attendance at the Academy was due to a scholarship. As the only daughter of Lord and Lady Wisla, she was under pressure to both uphold the family's honor and to find an acceptable suitor. With the situation being what it was, she had been a target for most of the young sons of higher-standing families, though most of them shied away from her once they had a few encounters with her icy demeanor.

The youngest son of the Garsten family was not deterred by that, however, since his interest in her was strictly sexual. With a reputation as a swaggering, incompetent, spoiled brat, he had been hounding every girl with noble blood in the school with the sole goal of collecting as many notches on his bedpost as he could. Tatiana disliked him, but found herself cornered by him one evening at a pre-graduation social function. Unable to easily escape him, she had accepted a drink from him.

After drinking the drink, she had started to feel relaxed and mildly aroused. When the young man had led her out of the party and into the deserted classrooms, she had not really cared. Not even when he had begun to remove her uniform had she done more than told him she didn't want to. He - naturally - had not heeded her request, and before she knew it, he was pulling his limp dick out of her sore groin and was walking off without a word. Tatiana had slowly managed to get dressed again, and made her way toward the room she shared with Alister.

Her partner had come looking for her when she realized that Tatiana was no longer at the party, and the two ran into each other just outside the empty classrooms. Silently, Alister had led her back to the dorm, helped her shower and clean up, then gotten her to bed. In the morning, the two had silently agreed not to mention it - ever. It hadn't hurt either of their feelings when, the day before graduation, the young man had been caught by the father of one of the young noble women he had deflowered earlier that year and been forced to marry the girl, who had turned up pregnant. Alister and Tatiana had moved on to their assigned ship, the Silvana, without a single look back.

So, as Alister laid in her bunk on her ship, she knew exactly what to do and how to do it to relieve her sexual tension. With her thumb, she rubbed her clit as she pushed two fingers into her slippery core, her other hand teasing and manipulating her hard nipples. To her surprise, her mind kept recalling images of Claus. Well, since I seem to be taken with him… she reasoned, allowing herself to fantasize about how he might be. Before she knew it, she was furiously plunging her fingers into herself, her orgasm cresting over her before drowning her in pleasure.

Withdrawing her soaked hand from her equally wet groin, she quietly panted, pondering what had just happened. I guess that that proves that I am interested in him. she decided, absently licking her fingers free of her juice. But, does he find me interesting in that way as well, or is he only interested in Lavie? wondered the girl. “Guess that I'll have to see what the future holds.” she murmured, glancing at Tatiana's dim form. I wonder what Tatiana thinks of him? she wondered.

With her sexual needs tended to for the moment, she felt a yawn coming on. Covering her mouth with her hand, she snuggled a bit deeper into her bunk, pulling the blanket up to cover her from her chin to her feet. Lavie and Tatiana are so alike, it's scary. I hope that they can work together, rather than keep butting heads. she mused. I think that Claus might be the answer to that problem. Maybe… she drifted off to sleep, her mind still working on the situation.

-

“Claus, hand me a wrench, will you?” asked Lavie, buried up to her waist in the flight control inspection compartment. Her hand snaked back for the wrench. A moment later, she felt the steel tool drop into her hand. “Thanks, Claus.” she said, adjusting the problem bolts. Pulling herself back out of the tight compartment, she wiped her arm across her forehead.

“Found it!” came Claus's voice, preceding the young man's appearance from the engine compartment. In his hand was a wrench identical to the one she held. “Here you go, Lavie!” he offered her the wrench, smiling slightly. Lavie frowned at the wrench in her hand.

“What the…?” she began, but stopped as she heard the sound of a crawler's wheels on the steel decking of the mechanic's bays. Looking down, she saw her new friend, Mullin, appear from under the belly of the silver ship.

“Hi!” he waved at her, smiling. Lavie frowned. She and Claus intensely disliked it when other people touched their ship without asking them first, and friend or not, touching Lavie's tools was a worse sin that touching her breasts.

“Mullin.” she said tonelessly. “What are you doing here?” she wondered.

“I thought I'd give you a hand with your ship, Lavie.” he replied cheerfully, smiling his best smile. He missed the narrowing of Lavie's gaze and the attention of Claus. “You might not know it, Lavie, but I'm pretty good with machines.” he boasted. Before Lavie could tell him not to touch their ship - as she had with the mechanics of the Silvana not long before - Godwin's deep voice came from the other side of the partition that separated the silver van ship from the military van ships assigned to Tatiana's command.

“Hey! I just heard something interesting!” came the man's voice. “Seems our lost puppy is a mechanic!”

“A mechanic?” came Kostabi's mocking voice. “Well, isn't that fortunate?” he chuckled. The metal curtain rattled slightly, and Mullin gasped before disappearing back under the belly of the ship with a startled cry.

“What are…?!” he began, finding himself being dragged out of the small semi-private work area where Lavie and Claus labored under Al's watchful eyes. Desperately, he grabbed the bottom of the metal sheeting. “Lavie! Help me!” he begged. Lavie didn't get to answer because Godwin beat him to it.

“You leave her out of this, conscript!” he boomed. Mullin began to be slowly dragged under the curtain. Desperately, he made another appeal to Lavie.

“Lavie! I saved you, didn't I?!” he begged.

“C'mere!” snarled Ethan. With a final terrified scream, Mullin disappeared under the curtain. Lavie and Claus exchanged puzzled looks as muffled sounds came from the other side of the curtain. Claus wondered if the mechanics were beating the musketeer up like they had him. Before he could ask Lavie what she thought of the situation, the curtain was raised as Godwin rendered judgment.

“Now, that is a grade `A' conscript!” he approved. Lavie found Mullin standing there in his shorts. “Welcome to your new job in van ship maintenance, Mullin!” chucked Godwin evilly. Lavie smiled at that.

“That's good news, Mullin!” she cheered him on. “You found a job!” she said. Mullin didn't seem all that happy, though. Ethan clapped Mullin on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

“I'm just glad that I'm not the low man on the ladder any more.” he said. Godwin watched the other three lead the man off to find him a mechanic's uniform, and started to follow them, only to turn back.

“Oh, yeah.” he recalled, “The Vice Captain wants to see you two.” he said. “Weather deck port side observation post.” he said, turning away from them. Claus and Lavie looked at each other.

“Us? Why?” they asked each other.

-

Fireworks lit up the dim interior of the Horizon Caves. Claus and Lavie sat watching the fireworks from their cave racer, which was pretty much completely out of fuel due to their winning gambit of leaving the tank half-full at their final pit stop. They had won the race, but while they were on their victory lap, the lights had gone out, and when they found the bays where the crewmembers from the ship were supposed to be, the bays were empty.

With no way out without the guiding lights that lit the passage to the outside, they had decided to wait for the power to be restored. As they sat and talked, Lavie told Claus what she had decided on. Claus had promised her that she would always be his navigator, and she promised him that once the Silvana was behind them, she would resume her place as his navigator. Under the intermitted light of the fireworks, the two had sealed their promise with a kiss.

Their moment was interrupted by the strange Guild member that had been annoying them all evening. As the two had come to expect, the Guild had technology that was far beyond anything that Anatory or Disith had, and they could fly in total darkness due to this technology. The man - named Dio - offered them a tow back to their ship, and though they didn't want to accept it, they were both anxious about Al's safety and what made the crewmembers abandon them in the caves. And their own van ship was still on the Silvana.

When they got back to the ship, the two had been suspicious about the surprised looks the crew gave them. Claus and Lavie were getting the impression that their return to the ship had not necessarily been planned for or expected. Then, they heard a familiar voice calling their names, and a moment later, the small form of Al flung herself into their arms, the stuffed toy ram that Lavie had given her in her arms.

The girl had informed them that a party was about to begin to celebrate their victory. Looking around, they found that there were indeed preparations for a party. That it was for them was debatable. But the debate was shelved for the moment by the entrance of their new `friends' with the Guild.

After the fracas with the mechanics and their `greeting' for the two - which ended in a surprise win for the quiet young man whom Dio called `Lucciola' - the strange young man in white almost gleefully surrendered. The Captain had put in a rare appearance and before they knew it, the party was in full swing.

-

Lavie tucked Al into bed and stretched her back. Deciding to get some air before hitting the sack herself, she made her way out of the cabin and to the rear air deck at the tail of the ship. Sucking in a few deep breaths of the cool night air, she sighed happily. Ever since she was young, the thinner, cooler air at altitude relaxed her; exactly as it did Claus. That was one of the reasons that they had bent their entire lives to flying.

“Lavie!” came the surprised voice of Mullin. Lavie turned to see the young musketeer stop at the rail next to her. “I came out here for some air, and here you are.” he smiled at her. Lavie smiled back.

“Yeah, me, too.” she agreed, letting the conversation die. Mullin tried to think of a way to re-start the conversation. He had fallen for Lavie when he first saw her alight on the bar stool in the casino. Admittedly, he was pretty desperate when it came to girls, but something about Lavie had hit him harder than usual. Getting to see a good bit of her tits wasn't a drawback, either! he thought happily, remembering the good look he had gotten when the musketeer from the Goliath had grabbed Lavie by her top.

“Um, do the mechanics usually do that to new people?” he asked, still not having a clue how to start a conversation with the short girl next to him. Lavie have a soft laugh.

“They're a bit rough, but don't worry; they won't hurt you too badly.” she said, her smile dimming as she recalled the beating that Claus had gotten from them. “It could have been worse.” she said. Mullin seized the opportunity to continue the conversation.

“Worse?” he wondered. “They stripped me to my shorts!” he complained. Laugh snorted.

“That's nothing, Mullin.” she said simply. “Besides, they could have stripped you naked, you know.” she pointed out. “And anyway, you're not too bad looking.” she offered him absently. Mullin sucked in a breath, feeling his dick harden.

“You really think so?” he asked, his eagerness bleeding through. Lavie gave him a quick, assessing look.

“Yeah. You're not too bad.” she certified the initial impression. “Though seeing those shorts was unexpected.” she mused. “White and blue striped? Do all you musketeers wear matching underwear?” she wondered.

“Well…” began Mullin, “I actually bought this pair for good luck.” he confessed. Lavie shook her head.

“Silly superstition.” she dismissed it. “What's so lucky about shorts?” she questioned. Mullin steadied himself.

“Well, I got to show them to you, Lavie.” he pointed out. Lavie turned to look at him. “You…did say you liked what you saw, right?” he hoped. Now or never, Mullin! he told himself. “I…like what I see.” he said, feeling his voice tremor slightly and his cheeks heat up.

Beside him, Lavie felt her own cheeks warm up. He…likes what he sees? she wondered, glancing down at her usual outfit. She was in her coveralls, the top peeled down to her waist, the arms tied just above her hips, leaving her bellybutton bare. Her thin, patched top covered her small breasts, the cool air causing her nipples to stand up. Why would he find me attractive? she wondered.

“Lavie?” Mullin nearly begged. Blinking, she turned her attention back to him.

“Well, who wouldn't like what they saw?” she blew the compliment off. “Besides, other than those tacky shorts, there wasn't much to see.” she said, turning to look back over the rail at the stars and clouds. “Hard to say if I like something I haven't seen.” she interjected.

She's going for it! thought the delirious Mullin. “I'd be happy to show it to you!” he suggested, nearly panting in anticipation. Lavie turned back to face him, eyes wide.

“Show me…?” she breathed. Mullin nodded jerkily, reaching for his pants. Lavie blinked. “You mean right here?!” she gaped. Mullin froze, looking around desperately. Spotting a small supply room beside the lift gear for the main flight deck, he grabbed Lavie's hand and tugged her along as he ran to it, his hard-on making it hard to jog. “Mullin!” complained Lavie.

Reaching the storage room, he fumbled the door open and glanced inside, finding enough room for what he had in mind. Pulling Lavie through the door, he closed it behind them and felt around for the light switch, throwing it as soon as he felt it. In the relatively weak, slightly yellowish light from the single bulb, he turned to see Lavie looking at him, eyes wide. “Are you serious, Mullin?” she wondered, caught off guard by the eagerness of the young man.

“Of course I am!” he panted, struggling with his pants. “You wanted to see it, right?” he added. Lavie opened her mouth to correct his misinterpretation, but reconsidered it. I've only ever gotten a good look at Claus's, and from what the women say, there is a lot of difference in men's things. she mused. Maybe I should take this opportunity… she considered.

Mullin had managed to get his pants down and was struggling with his shorts, finding that his erection was making taking them off difficult. Before he knew it, he had succeeded, and his shorts were at his knees, leaving his hard member bare to Lavie's gaze. Wetting his lips, he looked over to her, finding her to be looking at his stiff dick with an intense look of concentration. When she reached over and touched it, he almost came on the spot.

Forcing himself to calm down as much as he could, he slowly reached out and touched Lavie's breasts through the thin top. The girl flinched when his fingers first touched her breasts, but when she made no further move, Mullin dared to slide the top up to expose her breasts. In awe at the sight of her bare tits, he eagerly explored the shapely mounds and their stiff, hard peaks. As he did so, Lavie's hands explored his own throbbing dick.

As Mullin feverishly fondled her small breasts, Lavie concentrated on his dick. In spite of having her view disrupted by Mullin, she kept her eyes and attention on exploring his dick. Circling her fingers around his shaft just under the frill of the tip, she slowly stroked the length of his member, feeling some hot, slippery fluid on the edge of her hand. From her experience with Claus, she knew that he was leaking pre-cum, and that it wouldn't be long until he blew. Better do this while he's hard, she thought absently.

Mullin couldn't believe his fortune. Here was Lavie Head, the cutest girl he had ever seen, and she was going to have sex with him! As a mere musketeer from a common family, he had not been successful in pursuing girls, so he was still a virgin at the age of twenty. Leaning down, he clumsily kissed Lavie.

Lavie felt a spike of irritation when Mullin titled her head back with one hand so he could kiss her. His kiss reminded her of the early experiments between herself and Claus, though Claus had been far better than Mullin was, even in the very beginning. What irritated her was that his clumsy kiss interrupted her examination of his dick. As quickly as she could, she broke the kiss and looked back down at his dick.

I think that his is shorter than Claus's, decided Lavie, but he's thicker. By now, her stroking hands were slick with pre-cum, and Mullin was grunting. Moving her hands down, she explored his hanging testes, briefly caressing them as well. Definitely bigger than Claus's, but then, he's older than Claus, too. was her verdict. Moving back to his dick, she trailed her fingers along his shaft and over his tip. His tip is more pointed than Claus's as well, Lavie noted.

Mullin felt his body shudder as Lavie casually caressed him. Knowing that he was about to blow, he desperately began to claw at her tied coveralls, hoping to get inside her before he blew. God! If I blow before I can do it with her, I don't know if I could look her in the face again! he worried. His hormones were surging, and he was desperate to score.

What is his problem?! thought Lavie, withdrawing her hands from his pre-cum slick length. If I don't do something, he'll tear my coveralls! Reaching to her waist, she slapped his hands off her coveralls and quickly, easily, untied them, pushing them and her panties down her legs to pool at her feet. She figured that she was better off getting her panties out of harms way, as they were far more delicate than her coveralls. “Here.” she said, grabbing his dick once more with one hand, her other hand slipping down her belly to touch her bare sex. Well, I'm wet, but not as much as usual. she thought unhappily. Kicking a foot free from her coveralls and panties, she spread her legs, exposing her warm, slippery pussy.

Tugging on his slick dick, she tried to figure out how to make things work. I'm so much shorter than him, and there isn't a bed in here… her eyes flittered around the cramped space. How can we do this? she wondered. Lavie decided that she should see if Mullin would just lift her up so he could enter her. “Mullin, lift me up.” she directed him. Blinking at her, Mullin tried to figure out what she meant. “Grab my hips, and lift me up.” she clarified. “If you don't, we can't do it.” she said, feeling impatience and, oddly, irritation at both the delay and the situation.

Mullin suddenly got the picture, and took her small hips in his hands, lifting her and bringing her to him, his dick throbbing beneath her sex. As she felt herself touch his chest, Lavie looped her arms around his neck and spread her legs to hook them around the taller man's hips. Feeling the tip of his manhood touch her open nest, she prepared herself for what they were about to do. Hopefully, this will feel good; and hopefully, it won't take too long. Lavie had been about to go to bed, after all. And while she was mildly aroused by the unanticipated advances of the young man, she wasn't horny like she was when Claus and she had sex.

Mullin felt her soft, silken nest graze his throbbing dick, and gasped. She's…! It feels so…! his mind was completely awash in sensations that defied description. Feeling what he had only dreamed about before, his control completely snapped. His nut sack tightened, and the man grunted, feeling his load blow all over Lavie's upper thighs, groin and rear. “Lavie!” he breathed as the last few spurts decorated her. Spent, he let her slip from his grip.

“Huh?” wondered Lavie, feeling a sudden, hot wetness coat her groin, thighs and rear. An instant later, she had fallen on her ass because he had let his grip go lax. “Mullin, you idiot!” she complained, rising and rubbing her bruised ass. Her hand came away covered in his cum. Grimacing, she debated what to do about the mess. With Claus, I just lick up what isn't in me, but since he dumped me on my ass, I'm not about to do that now! she reasoned. Seeing his shorts still around his knees, she wiped her hand on that before beginning the process of cleaning herself of the mess. “Man, you have no control.” she muttered, quickly getting herself squared away.

“Lavie?” wondered the man, blinking as his mind came back to normal after his intense orgasm. Lavie was settling her top back in place. “Um…” he tried to think of something to say.

“See you, Mullin.” said Lavie, pushing past him and opening the door.

“Lavie! Wait!” begged Mullin, trying to turn to catch her arm, but tripping over his shorts. “Where are you going?” he wondered. Lavie gave him a look that Claus would know all too well.

“To bed.” she said simply before moving off. “Wonder if his musket went off prematurely as well?” she muttered to herself. Mullin heard that, and was mortified. His memory was clearing, and the events were all to clear to him. Sinking to the floor, he dropped his face into his hands. I…blew it. he realized.

-

Alister yawned as she made her way toward the cabin that she and Tatiana shared. It had been a fun party, all told. But now, she was feeling tired and was looking forward to hitting the sack. Tatiana had turned in an hour before, saying something about the duty roster. Alister had taken the completed report from her partner and delivered it to the Vice Captain, who had the watch, before turning for bed. As she took a detour to the flight deck to check on the van ships once more, she saw movement from the corner of her eye.

Pausing at the foot of the stairs from the command deck, she turned to see if she could make out who was still on the flight deck. Seeing two figures, one much larger than the other, heading for the small tackle shed, she frowned. Who would be out here at this time of night? she wondered. As the two passed by one of the few running lights the ship had on, she identified them. That's the musketeer that came aboard just before the engagement with the Goliath! And what is Lavie doing with him?! Alister blinked. When the two ducked into the tackle shed - where the deck chains for the van ships were kept, along with the other necessary flight deck gear - together, she suddenly understood. “Those two?!” she whispered. I thought that she and Claus…!

“Alister?” came Claus's voice from behind her on the stairwell landing. He had come up from below, while she had been heading down before pausing to see who was moving around on the flight deck. “What are you still doing out here?” he wondered. The girl gracefully spun to face him, moving her body to block his view of the shed, just in case.

“I was just on my way below, Claus, and stopped for some fresh air.” said the girl, her heart beat picking up. “And you?” she asked in turn.

“I went by our cabin to see if Al and Lavie were there, but only Al was in the cabin, so I thought I would see if Lavie was working on the ship or just getting some air.” he said. “Have you seen her, Alister?” he asked her.

Alister sucked in a breath, faced with a split second decision. If I tell him the truth, is he going to be ok with his Lavie having sex with some stranger in a tackle shed, of all places? But what if he is ok with her being with someone else - I could be reading more into their relationship than is actually there. Maybe they are just friends and partners, after all. Alister had only an instant to decide, and ultimately, she made the safe choice. Navigators prefer to be safe than adventurous, after all. “No, I haven't, Claus. She might be in the bathroom or the shower, or out looking for you.” suggested the girl. Claus considered that.

“You're probably right, Alister.” he mused. “Maybe I should check the ship again…” he mumbled. Alister grabbed his arm.

“I'm sure she'll show up, Claus.” said the girl, stepping closer to him. “Hey, would you like to talk some?” she asked him. Claus stared at her, confused, for a moment. “I know a nice place to get some air and it's quieter than here.” said the girl, titling her head toward the stairs. Claus smiled.

“Sure, Alis.” he agreed. Taking the lead, Alister led him down a flight of steps, through a passageway, over a small cat walk and down another narrow, dim corridor before opening a hatch to reveal a small deck on the side of the ship, just above one of the hull turrets. “Wow!” breathed Claus. The wind was steady, but gentle, thanks to the shielding of the armor, and the view was magnificent. “What is this place?” he wondered.

Behind him, Alister closed the small hatch and turned the dog wheel a turn, securing it, but not locking it. Turning to look at Claus, she found him standing at the very edge of the small alcove, leaning out to let the slipstream wash over him. With a startled gasp, Alister lunged over and tugged him back from the edge.

“Claus! Don't scare me like that!” she asked. There was no safety rail, and precious few places to hold onto anything. “This is a maintenance and armament access point. There is one of these for each two turrets, and usually, they are only used while the ship is being armed, fitted or upgraded; and always while at anchor.” she added. Claus nodded.

“I guess that makes sense.” he said. “After all, if the gun fires while you are standing on top of it, it would deafen you.” he surmised reasonably. Alister nodded.

“Right.” she confirmed. “But, the turrets are secured and the crews are standing down, so we're safe to talk here.” said the young navigator. Alister still had her hands on his arm, and made no move to remove them.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” wondered the young man. He didn't mind spending time with the older girl, and since Lavie wasn't in their room, he figured that spending time with Alister was an acceptable alternative. Besides, she's nice and cute. he silently admitted. He absently slipped an arm around her waist, tugging her close to himself.

When she felt him slide his arm around her waist and pull her to his side, Alister sucked in a breath, feeling her heart rate increase and her cheeks warm. She also felt her groin begin to tingle. Moving her own arm around his waist, she turned into him, so they were more face to face than side by side. “I was wondering how you and Lavie met up.” she obliquely probed.

Claus told her about the meeting of their fathers, and how they flew van ships, moving on to the two families becoming one and his and Lavie's growing up together. Alister listened, trying to assemble a picture of his and Lavie's relationship. As he talked, she found herself hugging him more closely, and her other arm somehow ended up around his chest as well. For his part, Claus had both arms around her waist, and was holding her tight to himself, face-to-face.

Alister could feel the heat from his body against her front, and she was surprised to find that her nipples were as hard as rocks and her pussy was throbbing with arousal. Her mind was debating what she should do about that when her body made the choice for her. When Claus stopped speaking for a moment, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, her body pressing him against the armor curtain behind him. “Mmm.” she hummed happily, feeling electrical shocks ricochet around her body.

Claus had been caught by surprise when the girl leaned into him and kissed him, but his surprise had been short-lived as he fell back on his experiences with Lavie, returning the kiss with Alister as naturally as he would return a kiss with his navigator. Moving his arms up, Claus ran his fingers on one hand up her neck, over her cheek and into her hair, still held in her familiar braid. While he stroked her hair, cheek and neck, his tongue slipped out and wiggled between her lips, surprising the girl.

When Alister felt his tongue insistently worm between her lips, she felt a flutter in her stomach; and her sex, as well. This is…he's going to kiss me like that?! she thought, dazed. She had heard from other girls about this kind of kissing, but had never thought that someone as young as Claus would know about it, let alone be doing it with her. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth to let his tongue in, and it immediately encountered her own oral muscle, the two caressing and intertwining with each other as the kiss gained momentum. Against her lower belly, she felt a hardening bulge in his coveralls.

Claus was lost in the kiss when Alister pulled away from him, breaking the kiss. “Alis?” he started to ask her, wondering if he had made a mistake returning her kiss. Alister pressed a fingertip to his lips. With her request made, Alister grabbed her braid and tugged the small strip of ribbon that secured it free, flinging it behind her and into the winds. With one hand, she shook and tugged her braid loose, leaving her mid-back-length hair free in a wheat-golden blonde fall that undulated in the winds. With her other hand, she unbuttoned her uniform top.

Alister's top was finally unbuttoned, and the girl shrugged out of it, tossing it into the corner by the hatch to keep it from blowing away before seizing her thin top and adding it to the uniform blouse. Without pause, she reached out and set to work on Claus's coveralls. Neither of them felt cold in the least; in fact, they felt like they were on fire, and shedding clothing seemed a reasonable way to cool off. So, Claus couldn't think of a reason that Alister shouldn't help him with his clothes. Once she had his coveralls pooled around his ankles, she paused to kiss him again hotly.

While his lips and tongue were busy with Alister's lips and tongues, Claus used his hands to untie her pants and push them down, the girl instinctively stepped out of them and kicked the pants into the corner with her blouse and top, leaving her in only the thin, tight underwear that clung to her sleek hips. Her own hands sent his shorts to the deck as well, giving her unimpeded access to his hard length. In the dim light of the stars, she saw it nearly glowing white, and immediately wrapped her delicate hands around it, marveling at it's silk-on-steel nature.

“Alis.” moaned Claus as he felt her cool, soft hands wrap around his hard length. Taking both her breasts in his hands - one in each - he stroked her nipples like he had learned with Lavie. The results were identical: the girl trembled, panted and made small mewing sounds in her throat while trying to strangle him with her tongue and lips. After fondling her breasts, he moved down her belly to touch her sex through the sheer shorts.

Alister broke the kiss roughly when she felt his fingers caress her through her panties. “Claus! Ah! Yes!” she approved, gently biting her lip. Claus could feel her wetness through the panties, and after a few exploratory strokes, he hooked his fingers into her waistband and worked the last bit of clothes off the girl, swiftly returning to the junction of her legs to explore the girl's sex without clothes interfering. He thoroughly explored her sex by touch, using what he had learned with Lavie without a thought.

Alister could feel her fluid begin to seep down her legs as Claus expertly caressed and stroked and massaged her sex, one finger easing into her slick passage. Her hands were feverishly stroking his hard length, marveling at the size and thickness of his dick. Alister had not had a chance to explore the dick of the man who had taken her virginity, and while she had heard a lot of talk about them, she had never had a chance to see one. And now, she had one in her hands. But she wanted - even needed - more than to just touch the beautiful, arousing dick. “Claus, please!” she begged him, grinding her sex against his hand.

Panting himself, he cast about for a place to help Alis with her request. How can we do this? he asked himself desperately. He really wanted to get his dick in the girl in his arms. The deck was cold and unappealing, and there wasn't a bed nearby. Claus had an idea. He and Lavie had discovered a way to do it standing up almost by accident. “Alis, bend over.” he instructed her urgently, turning her to face the hatch. “Grab that wheel.” he added, pushing on her shoulder blades as he pulled back on her hips with his other hand. Alister swiftly did as instructed, her groin on fire with lust. Bending over, she wrapped her hands around the hatch dog wheel, feeling Claus guide her feet wider apart. “Ready?” he asked her softly, one of his hands slipping under her to gently spread her vaginal lips as the other rested on her shoulder, his dick touching her entrance.

“Yes.” said Alis, closing her eyes in anticipation. She hoped that this time would be better than her first time. Claus made a final check before taking a firm grasp on her hips and pushing forward. A long, soft moan of pleasure came from the girl as he split her sex with his hard member.

“So tight.” he grunted, more to himself than anyone else, though Alister heard him, feeling tingle at the compliment. She's as tight as Lavie! he thought, working deeper and deeper into her slick passage. In an eternity that may well have been only moments, his hips met her toned ass, his length wedged tightly into her passage, the wide, soft tip mated to the entrance to her womb. Pausing, he pulled back about half way before plunging forward again, gaining speed and power each stroke.

“Ugh!!” breathed Alister as Claus picked up speed. The young girl had never imagined that something could feel as good as what she felt as Claus pounded into her ecstatic sex. The sensations from his hard length plunging in and out of her greedy hole completely overwhelmed her, a large orgasm ripping through her as her young lover kept hammering into her. She had not even fully recovered from the first when Claus's hand slid up her hot sides to grasp her hanging breasts, gently kneading them as the young man teetered on the edge of his own release.

Claus was fighting to prolong the inevitable result of his encounter with Alister, though he knew that it was ultimately futile to do so; she simply felt too good. Determined to give her as good a time as he could, he moved his hands from her hips, where they had been clinging for leverage, up her sides, and under her chest to seize her breasts. Closing his hands on soft, proud mounds, he eagerly began to knead the girl's tits, his fingers capturing her hard nipples to roll them, tug on them gently and pinch them delicately. It was exactly the way that Lavie liked it best, and from the reactions of the girl clenching his dick in her pussy, it would seem that she, too, wholeheartedly approved of it as well.

“Alis,” panted the young man, “I'm about to cum!” he warned her. Lavie had always wanted to know when he was about to cum, but she never said why. Claus was not really curious about why, so he had - as he usually did when things involved Lavie - gone along with little more than a shrug. Habits held strong, and he warned Alister from those habits.

“Me, too!” she panted, gripping the wheel so hard that her knuckles were white. “Cum with me, Claus!” she begged him, feeling another intense orgasm about to explode outward from her groin. In the dimmest reaches of her hormone-laden mind, something tried to get her attention, but it didn't have the strength to make itself heard over the demands of the girl's hormones.

Claus felt his nut sack tighten, and with one final thrust, he held himself deep in her sex as his dick erupted, hard, rapid spurts flooding into the girl's willing vessel. Swiftly, Claus's sperm overflowed from her completely filled passage, surging into her uterus and leaking out around the base of his cock. “Alister!” he sighed in contentment. The girl didn't immediately answer, since she was too busy with her own orgasm. Eventually, though, she weakly straightened, Claus holding himself in her as she did so, hugging her from behind as his hard dick gradually softened, slowly withdrawing from her passage.

“Claus…that was…just incredible.” panted the girl, absently clenching her inner muscles as she felt his dick slowly slipping free of her.

“I really liked it, too, Alis.” he assured her, having more or less regained his wind. Alister pouted when his member slipped out of her, accompanied by a small gush of their mixed juices. With his dick out of her pussy, she turned in his arms to kiss him again. When she finally released his lips, they were both recovered from intense joining; and both were very tired.

“Claus, could we…” began Alister, before pausing, color touching her cheeks. Claus watched her curiously.

“Could we what, Alis?” he asked her, gently brushing some of her loose hair back from her face. Alister took a breath and gathered her nerves.

“Do you think we could…do this some more?” she hoped. Claus considered that.

“I don't know why not.” he replied. “If you want to, I won't complain.” Alister smiled, her shoulders relaxing in relief. Once more, she kissed him.

“Thanks, Claus.” said the woman, turning to reach for her clothes. Feeling her pussy drool more mixed cum, it occurred to her to wonder how Claus would get cleaned up, since the mixture was coating his dick. “Um, Claus?” she asked, slowly turning to look at the young man. He had been sorting out his own clothes, but hadn't pulled up his shorts yet.

“Yes, Alis?” he asked her, glancing at her. Alister knelt in front of him, seeing the soft light shine on his liberally-covered tool.

“How do…I mean, would you like me to help you clean up?” she asked him. I've never tried this before, but the girls all say that the men love it, so I should at least try it and see how it goes. she reasoned. Glancing up at him, she smiled at him in a reassuring way before leaning forward, her pink tongue slipping out to touch the tip of his dick. Claus sucked in a breath as he felt her slightly-rough oral member touch the sensitive tip of his manhood.

Alister smacked her lips, sampling the taste of the mixed cum. She had long since become familiar with the taste of her own girl cum from her masturbating sessions, and now, tasting the mix coating Claus's tool, she found that it tasted saltier than her own juice, but not nearly as bad as she had thought it would. I can work with this! she realized happily. Opening her mouth, she took his tip into her mouth.

“Alister! What are you doing?” asked Claus, his hands coming to hold her head - though he made no move to push her away from his dick. Alister ran her tongue around the tip before answering.

“It's called a `blowjob', Claus,” she replied, “or, in this case, just some oral attention!” she grinned at him before sucking his dick back into her mouth, swiftly cleaning all traces of the mixed cum from his dick and even from his testicles.

When she had finished up every last trace of cum she could find, she sat back on her haunches before picking up her clothes and standing to slip into them. Claus silently pulled his shorts up, followed by his coveralls. “Alis?” he asked her softly.

“Hmm?” she replied.

“You said it was called a `blowjob'?” he asked her. She smiled at him.

“Yes.” she confirmed. “You've never had one?” she asked him. He shook his head.

“No.” he replied. Lavie and I never thought to try that! he realized. Alister stepped up to him and touched his cheek.

“That was my first one, by the way.” she confessed. “Would you like to get some more?” she breathed into his ear. Eagerly, Claus nodded. Alister giggled softly. “That's good,” she replied, “because I want to give you some more.” she whispered in his ear hotly. Both of them shared an eager burst of laughter before Claus felt himself yawn. Seeing that, Alister glanced at the stars, realizing that a pretty good amount of time had passed. “For now, though, I think we should get some sleep.” she said, turning to the hatch and spinning the wheel to open it.

Claus followed her to her cabin, since she said that she wanted him to know where she and Tatiana were so that he could find her if he needed her. Outside her door, she gave him another smile before wishing him a good night. From there, Claus made his way to his cabin, quietly slipping into the room, the light from the passage lamps allowing him to make out a form in his and Lavie's bed.

He had barely gotten undressed and was about to touch the sheets when Lavie's soft voice came from the dim area of the bed. “So, where were you, Claus?” she asked softly.

“I was out looking for you, and ran into Alister.” he explained. “We ended up talking until just a while ago.” he said, feeling Lavie lift the sheets and invite him into bed. Gratefully, he did so, the two quickly assuming their normal cuddle in bed. “Where were you, Lavie? I looked all over for you.” he asked between yawns. Lavie hugged herself a bit tighter to him.

“I ran into Mullin and we ended up in the tool shed on the flight deck.” she said, sounding miffed about something. Claus frowned.

“Is everything ok, Lavie? What could you and Mullin do in a tool shed?” he wondered.

“Apparently, nothing much.” muttered Lavie. “Don't worry about it, Claus.” said the girl, resting her head on his chest. “I hope you and Alister had a nice talk.” she added before kissing him. “See you in the morning, Claus.” she said. Claus stroked her short mahogany hair.

“You, too, Lavie.” he said quietly, glancing at the faint form of Al asleep in her bed. Comfortable that the two girls were safe and resting, he joined them in sleep.

-

“Heavy transport standing by, Vice Captain!” saluted Godwin as the Vice Captain entered the hanger area. It had been two days since the events in the tools shed, and ever since then, Mullin had been unable to look Lavie in the eye or even speak to her. The other mechanics noticed and - predictably - ragged him about it. Lavie didn't really care one way or the other, though she wondered why he was suddenly so bashful about her.

“Excellent.” said the Vice Captain, glancing at the boxy heavy transport. “Escort will be Claus.” she said. Tatiana, already suited up, gaped at that order.

“With all due respect, Vice Captain,” she began hotly, “I do not think that that is a wise selection for escort!” she protested. “Not only is Claus not a trained pilot, but his navigator is so weak she passed out last time!” she added, glancing at Lavie, who was working on the pair's van ship. Lavie didn't reply, but her gaze slid down to the decking under the winglet.

“Tatiana, those are the Captain's orders.” replied Sophia firmly.

“But Vice Captain…!” protested the girl again.

“Do you have a problem with my orders, Ensign Wisla?” came the cool, level and distant voice of the Captain. The entire deck went silent as the Silvana crew snapped to stiff attention. Tatiana saluted him crisply, but wasn't ready to let the issue go just yet.

“No, sir.” she said tightly. “It's just that I have some concerns about your safety with Claus flying escort. He doesn't even have a navigator!” she pressed.

“I will navigate for Claus, sir.” came the calm voice of Alister. Turning her head, Tatiana gaped at her best friend and navigator. The girl was in her flight suit, and had her gear all ready.

“Alis!” hissed Tatiana, shocked. Alister locked gazes with her best friend.

“I'm sorry, Tatiana,” said the girl softly, “but right now, there isn't any freedom in your skies.” Turning to the Captain and Vice Captain, she saluted them. “Navigator Agrew, reporting for duty.” she said.

“Excellent.” said the Captain, turning his eyes to Tatiana. “Unless Ensign Wisla has more objections?” he heckled her subtly. Tatiana remained silent. “Very well.” he said, entering the heavy transport. Alister turned to Claus.

“I hope that we can work well together, Claus.” smiled the girl. Claus smiled at her.

“I'm sure we will, Alis.” he assured her. Together, they boarded the military van ship and prepared to escort the heavy transport to the meeting with Vincent Alzay. As the pair of ships flew off, Tatiana watched them, feeling anger, sadness and confusion. Lavie and Al watched the ships fly off, wondering how Claus's combat flying would change their lives. Mullin watched Tatiana, feeling the familiar feelings of adoration that he had felt for Lavie before his…performance failure. Dio and Lucciola watched the ships fly off, and deprived of any further entertainment from the ships, Dio wandered off to play chess with the Chief Engineer, Lucciola in tow.

None of them had any notion of what was about to drop on them.