Last Exile Fan Fiction ❯ Soft Options ❯ Breathing Room ( Chapter 8 )

Soft Options

 

Rating: NC17/X

 

By: AZ

 

Chapter 8: Breathing Room

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“At last, my wife.” came the humor-tinged voice of King Nestor Scheer as Queen Sophia Forrester entered the private bedroom of the royal couple. Sophia smiled at the older man from where he sat in bed, propped up by pillows. Sophia crossed to sit on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling, Nestor?” she asked her husband. The old Disith King shrugged.

“I feel old, Sophia.” he said simply. “I have already lived twice as long as most of my people, and with the war concluded, I feel like my strength is waning.” he admitted candidly. Sophia didn't say anything. The Queen was in her Silvana uniform, and had just come back from a visit to the grave marker for Alex Row.

“I had hoped that the surgeons could do something for you.” said the young woman. King Scheer chuckled.

“There is no cure for old age, save death, Sophia.” he chided her softly. “My duty to my people has been fulfilled, my grand-daughter has found a man, and the Guild is no more. I can rest easy, when it is my time.” he said calmly.

“You would leave me a widow at my age?” smiled Sophia. The king chuckled.

“A woman as young, beautiful and capable as yourself will not be a widow long, Sophia.” he dismissed her joke. “Besides, though we wed, it was a state wedding, so it is not considered as being widowed.” he reminded her. Sophia just inclined her head, acknowledging his point. “And unless my age has cheated me, I believe you have your eye on a more suitable man than myself, do you not?” he teased her. Sophia felt her cheeks color lightly.

“I don't know what you mean.” denied Sophia. The old king smiled a wicked smile at her.

“That young Claus who delivered the original treaty seemed a fine suitor for you, Sophia. And you most certainly have a great deal of affection for him.” he ribbed her.

“Claus has many suitors already, Nestor.” protested Sophia. “And I am already married.”

“That's no more than an excuse, Sophia, and you know it.” replied the King firmly. “I told you before that I am completely aware of my condition, and that you need not feel that you must deny yourself your needs on my behalf.” Seeing Sophia open her mouth to continue the debate, Nestor moved on, abandoning that topic.

“How do things stand with the remains of the Guild?” he asked. Sophia unwillingly let the former topic go. Standing, she began to unbutton her military uniform.

“We sent in a raiding party shortly after the capture of Exile, and they reported that the headquarters of the Guild was in severe disarray. Many of the higher Guild members either killed themselves or were killed fighting our troops. Losses to the raiding party were relatively light; we lost seven in total, with eleven wounded.” she reported. “Right now, I have put chief engineer Dagober in charge of assessing those Guild members who were captured or who surrendered in the fighting.” Her expression hardened. “I will not tolerate another Maestro Delphine rising in the Guild.” she said grimly. It cost far to much to settle the last one.

“So, then,” replied the King slowly, thoughtfully, “you plan to move forward with the project?” he asked her. Sophia nodded.

“Yes. We have to find out how to reverse what has happened to Disith, and we have to learn exactly what Exile does, and how to work it. And for that, we have to have the Guild records.” King Scheer nodded, almost to himself.

“I see.” he said softly, his eyes growing heavy. “I trust you to handle this in a manner that is best for both our peoples.” he said, Sophia, half-way changed into her gowns, looked over to see Scheer sleeping. For a long moment, the Queen looked at the old man. Finally, she began to tie on the outer gown and adjust it. There were more matters to be seen to, and she had no time to waste.

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“Easy does it!” yelled Lavie, waving her hand to the crane operator. Claus was not too far away, watching his end of things intently. “Ok, nice and easy!” motioned Lavie. Slowly, the crane set the battered silver van ship down on the dock beside the Silvana's new berthing at the Capital. The palace was not too far away, and for the time being, Claus, Lavie and Al were staying in the guest wing of the palace, along with Tatiana and Alister when the two were not flying missions for Sophia.

As the two unhooked the rigging from the crane, the two soldiers approached, wearing their off-duty clothes of shorts and a grey shirt for Tatiana, and a plain dress for Alister. As the crane reeled in the cable, Claus and Lavie scampered down to survey their craft. Standing side by side, they were beaming at the nearly-destroyed ship like it was made of pure gold. Al came up to them, the two absently hugging the girl between them. “There it is, Claus.” said Lavie softly, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

“Uh huh.” agreed Claus.

“It's going to be a lot of work to fix her up.” noted Lavie, smiling.

“Uh huh.” agreed Claus.

“She needs a lot of work.” Lavie mused, mentally cataloging all that had to be done.

“Uh huh.” agreed Claus.

“She's in the best hands, though, isn't she?” Lavie said, looking at Claus. Claus smiled back at her.

“The best.” he whispered. From just behind the trio, Tatiana spoke up.

“So, you plan to repair her, then?” asked the young van ship pilot. Lavie turned to look at the girl she had disliked from the start.

“Yeah, of course we are going to fix it up!” she said, smiling. “It's actually not as bad as it looks. A lot of it is cosmetic, though there is a bit of damage to the airframe, and I think the motor seized up from over-revving.” she said, her tone going soft as she vividly recalled the reason the engine has seized. Lost in her memories, she missed Tatiana and Alister trading looks.

“Um, Lavie, Claus?” asked the short-haired girl tentatively, “would…would it be ok with you two if Alis and I helped you with the repairs?” she asked, blushing as she said it. Lavie blinked.

“But you two don't know anything about van ship repairs.” she said, wondering what the other girls were thinking. Tatiana nodded.

“I know.” she said. “We…thought it was time we learned something from you and Claus.” she said quietly. Lavie considered the girl. She and Tatiana had come to an understanding while Claus had been kidnapped by the Guild, and the two were growing into close friends.

“Sure, if that's what you want, Tatiana.” agreed Lavie. “Right, Claus?” she asked her partner. He nodded.

“Sure. Having some extra help will make it easier.” he said.

“Then it's settled!” announced Lavie, motioning to the two. “First, you can help us wheel her into that bay that Sophia gave us for this job.” said the girl, she and Claus moving around to the warped stub wings and beginning to push. Tatiana and Alister separated and joined them, pushing the plane into the empty bay.

The salvage of their father's van ship had been completed shortly after they had found it wedged into a niche on Exile's hull. The discovery had been hard on the two, since their father's bodies were still strapped into their seats. Sophia had discreetly had the mechanics of the Silvana remove the ship from Exile, as well as removing the desiccated bodies from the hull. The two were being given a state funeral, but the bodies were going to be buried with Justine under the old tree at their former home.

In fact, the state funeral for the two was to be held that evening, and it was what Tatiana and Alis had originally come to tell the two. The memory of Lavie crying her heart out in Claus's arms had not been easy for them to see and hear. They - along with Sophia - hoped that now that they had finally completed the mission that their fathers had started, and with the end of the war, they could let the past go. When the dulled-silver ship was positioned to Lavie's liking, she happily dusted her hands off.

“All ready to start work!” she said happily. Figuring that Lavie was about to start in on the work then and there, Tatiana moved to head her off.

“Um, Lavie, maybe we should wait until tomorrow to start on the work.” she said. “We have to get ready for tonight.” she added.

Lavie frowned. “What's tonight?” she wondered. Alister took her turn.

“Tonight, at twilight, the state funerals for your fathers will be held.” said the Navigator. “It would mean a lot to all of us if you and Claus attended.” she said. Lavie frowned.

“I don't know…” she began. Funerals were not her favorite thing, after all. “What do you think, Claus?” she appealed to her partner.

“The Queen…” Tatiana broke off and started again. “Sophia asked me to pass along her personal request that you two be there. It is important for the Alliance, but it is also for those of us who never got to meet them.”

“Lavie?” asked Claus softly. Lavie's eyes fell to Al's light grey orbs, and she knew she was fucked.

“Fine.” she said. “But when they're buried with Justine, I don't want some circus there!” she added.

“There won't be.” assured Tatiana. Though, if I can find a way to convince you, I would like to go with you for the actual burial. she left unsaid. For never having met any of the parents of the two, she felt like she knew them; in a decidedly odd sense. Lavie looked out the door of the bay.

“I can still get some work done here.” she said, beginning to roll up the sleeves of the work uniform she had appropriated from the ship. a soft giggle from Alister distracted her. “What's so funny, Alis?” she asked the other girl.

“Actually, Lavie, there isn't time to do anything but get ready.” smiled the navigator. Lavie quirked an eyebrow at the long-haired navigator.

“Really? It's barely past lunch.” she pointed out. Alister and Tatiana exchanged evil smiles. Lavie felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle. This is trouble, I know it! she told herself as Alister and Tatiana each took one of her arms and began to lead her toward the palace. Al attached herself to Claus's arm and they followed the two and their captive.

-

“Did that old Disith guy look a little ill?” wondered Lavie. It was nearly midnight when the ceremony had wrapped up. Now, Lavie, Al and Claus were in their room, with Tatiana and Alister having wished them a good evening before stepping into their own room across the hall from the suite that Sophia had set aside for the three of them.

“Huh?” asked Claus. He couldn't have told anyone what was said, who had attended, how long it had lasted or even if it was day or night. The cause of his distraction was seeing Lavie in something over than a pair of coveralls or a military uniform in ten years. When he had seen Lavie, Al, Tatiana and Alister come out of the room they had been preparing in, he had been spell-bound by what he saw.

The girls had come out of the room one at a time, giving him a chance to appreciate each in turn. First up was Al. She was wearing a knee-length gown of white and royal blue, with a scooped and lace-trimmed front, her just-developing breasts covered by a gauzy panel of cloth. Her sturdy boots had been switched for a pair of slippers and some thin leggings, and her hair was free of the mushroom coils, brushed and shiny against her back. It had surprised Claus to see two small ear rings in her earlobes. When she smiled at him, he nearly fell over.

After Al came Alister. The girl was wearing a gown in ivory and gold that covered her from ankles to neck, though the front was scooped and lace-trimmed, missing the gauzy panel that Al's sported in favor of showcasing her shapely breasts. The lace trim around the notched top, Claus noticed, just barely covered her pink nipples. From the point of her shoulders to her wrists, the sleeves of the gown covered her arms, though discreet slits allowed flashes of skin to be seen through it. Looking closer, Claus saw that Alister had some lipstick on, and her ears also sported ear rings, though instead of the small, glittering ones that Al wore, Alister's were made up of two rings joined together, the smaller of the two thought her earlobes, and the larger of the two hanging from the smaller ones. Alister curtseyed to him, and he caught a quick flash of pink nipple as she straightened, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Tatiana was next, her gown a deep, rich green and silver, scooped and cut like the other two, her breasts also displayed to advantage. Around her waist wound a thin gold chain, crisscrossing her slim waist and accenting her hips. Her short platinum-blonde hair glowed in the light, obviously combed and prepared. Her pale skin contrasted nicely with the lipstick and faint traces of eyeliner, two azure gems in silver cradles swinging delicately from her ear lobes. Once more, she curtseyed to him, and he caught another flash of pink nipple. Tatiana moved over to stand by Alister as the last of their group emerged.

Lavie was looking somewhat uncomfortable in the gown, not having worn anything like in a very, very long time. Her gown was deepest black, with panels of slightly-lighter purple and grey, creating false shadows that made her look far more developed than she was, her breasts displayed even more prominently than the other two girls' breasts had been. Her darker skin tone off set by a gold and emerald choker around her neck, and her mahogany hair had obviously been trimmed, washed, brushed and styled, as it seemed more like a crown than hair. Her style had not been changed, but the effect was startling. Her lips bore a lighter shade of lipstick, and Claus caught a whiff of perfume from her.

“What are you gawking at, Claus?” wondered Lavie, absently tugging on her gown. “I don't know about this gown, Tatiana…” she began, before realizing that Claus hadn't answered her. “What's wrong, Claus?” she asked again, frowning at him. Claus tried to answer, but he found thinking difficult for some reason. Had he looked down, he would have noticed that the reason that he couldn't think clearly was lack of blood to his higher head.

Giggling evilly, Tatiana reached over and gently pushed Claus's jaw closed. “Nothing is wrong with him, Lavie. That reaction proves that the gown is perfect.” she said. Her gaze slipped lower and she saw his tented pants, though it was less noticeable since he was wearing a black outfit. Tatiana felt her pussy moisten at the sight. God, I want some of that! she thought hungrily.

Now, hours later, the three were preparing for bed. The funeral had been a serious, ornate affair, with Sophia giving a speech about the two fallen van ship fliers, and King Scheer had made a short speech about the two's heroic efforts to bring peace to the world. After two empty coffins had been very ceremoniously interred in the palace garden, the ceremony had moved into the palace dining hall, where the two were remembered with toasts, food and stories. Lavie and Claus had remained silent through it all, since they had known two very different men than the others assembled had known. Tales of the exploits of the two had made the rounds, as well as stories from some who had known them, and jokes that the two had told others.

Now, at the end of it all, the two were ready for bed. Lavie glanced at Claus, and saw that he was still enthralled with her gown. Grinning, she quickly stripped, revealing that she was only wearing a pair of the black panties that Tatiana and Alister had given to her on the ship. Behind her, Al was just pulling off her own under-gown, leaving her in nothing more than some small, thin shorts. Yawning, she pulled the cover and sheets back and climbed into bed. “Claus, Lavie,” she said, “aren't you coming to bed?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. It had been a long day for her, after all, and she was getting tired.

“Be right there, Al.” smirked Lavie, licking her lips. Stepping over to Claus, she swiftly began to undress him as well. As she worked on his clothes, Claus managed to break free of his paralysis and began to help his partner strip him down for bed. Within moments, he was down to his tented boxers. Caressing him through the fabric, Lavie gave him a warm smile. “Catch the light, Claus.” she said.

Claus did as asked, throwing the switch that plunged the room into near-darkness, the faint light of the stars coming in through the huge, tall windows of the room. Turning back, he faintly saw Lavie settling in bed with Al. Moving over to the bed, he eased in as well, finding it somewhat odd to have such a large bed. Shrugging the thought aside, he moved over until he felt warm, soft flesh against his side.

“Lavie?” he asked touching the girl. His fingertips immediately confirmed the identity of the warm, soft girl. He wasn't surprised when her hand stroked down his chest and to his groin, once more trapping his hard length. Feeling the bed shift, he knew that he was about to be kissed by the girl, and an instant later, he felt her lips on his own. Opening his mouth to her hungry kiss, he wrapped his arms around her slim torso.

As the two kissed, Lavie's hand slipped into his shorts to stroke his hard length directly, bringing a soft groan from his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Lavie squeezed his shaft, finding it to be as hard as steel. “Claus,” she breathed, feeling his hands run along her sides toward her hips. In the near-dark room, she smiled lecherously as she felt his hands stroke over her hips and freeze for a moment, finding her to be completely naked.

It was a small surprised to Claus to discover that Lavie had slipped off her panties before getting into bed. I think this is better, actually, he thought, deciding that liked not having to waste time on freeing her sex. “Lavie,” he breathed, his tone conveying all he needed to say to her. A soft laugh for the shadow above him was the only verbal answer from the girl. Her hand, however, began to free his erection, Claus lifting his hips to help her slid his shorts down. No sooner was his hard length standing upright and un-encumbered than Lavie resumed her stroking of it.

Moving his hands, Claus slipped down between her own legs, finding her to be wet. Leisurely rubbing her slippery nether region, he realized that she must have been horny for a while, judging from the copious wetness steadily covering his hand. Gently, carefully, he eased a finger into her tight passage, stroking her from the inside as well as the outside. He knew her body well, and put that knowledge to good use. As her orgasm grew, he worked a second finger into her over-flowing sex, rubbing directly on her G-spot. Lavie shivered as an orgasm rolled through her.

Enough with the warm-up, though Lavie, twitching her hips to get Claus to remove his fingers from her before she threw one leg over his hips, sliding her body on top of his as she sat upright. Pushing herself up on her knees, she got into position and sank back down, Claus's wide tip splitting her passage and sinking into her as she bit her lip and sighed in pleasure. When she felt Claus's hands settle on her hips and begin to pull her onto his member, she groaned lustily. Her small hands came to rest on his chest, Lavie's head lolling back as she savored the feeling of him stretching her passage as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her slick, greedy sex.

Once his tip mated itself to the entrance to her womb, Claus shifted his grip so he was clasping one of her ass cheeks in each hand, and, grip secure, he began to slide Lavie's hips in a circular motion, keeping her pubic bone tight to his. The horizontal movement caused his hard length to pivot around in her overheated canal, the rubbing of his dick against her sensitive passage and cervical crown nearly instantly triggering another orgasm in the slim, compact girl. “God, Claus! Don't stop!” she hissed, lurching forward to kiss him passionately.

The sudden change in her orientation caused his dick to push hard on her clit, sending an electrical charge through her body, which was still riding high on her latest orgasm. Wrestling with her tongue, Claus smiled around her kiss, the feeling of her breasts smashed to his chest inflaming his already high lusts. As much as he enjoyed being with the other girls, it was just that tiny bit better with his Lavie. Ceasing the circular motion, he used his hand holds to begin to move her back and forth on his rod, though he still refused any vertical motion, in spite of the hints from Lavie that she wouldn't mind some pumping.

The two had learned over the time that they had been lovers that there were different ways to make love, and each way created a different kind of climax for them both. What Claus was looking for was to cause a bone-deep, energy-draining in Lavie before he came. In most cases, they only fucked this way on special occasions, because it did a real number on Lavie; the girl was usually sleepy the next day and reluctant to leap out of bed. Tonight, though, Claus wanted to make sure that when he awoke the next morning, she would still be resting on his chest, so, he was aiming to give her all she could take.

On top of him, he could feel her body temperature rising, her skin becoming slick with sweat. We'll have to take a bath tomorrow morning, thought a small part of his mind. That thought would have made him smile, except that his lips and tongue were still under assault from Lavie. Pushing that thought from his mind, Claus increased the pace of his back and forth rubbing inside her, the front of the stroke stimulating her clit, and the back-stroke rubbing his hard shaft against her G-spot. Against his chest, he could feel her body trembling. Claus prepared the next phase of his plan.

On top of Claus, his dick stimulating her pussy with maddening intensity, Lavie suspected that Claus was deliberately planning to make her pass out from her orgasms. If she weren't so horny, she would have been somewhat put out with his goal, since she really wanted to start in on their father's van ship bright and early, but having him in her, feeling him touch and stimulate her deepest, most sensitive areas, all she could think was: go, Claus! Her arm snaked up to tuck under his arm, her hand running lovingly through his hair as she sought to deepen the kiss. Her other arm moved over to maintain her balance, brushing into the soft skin of Al as she did.

Claus felt Lavie shift on top of him, and judged it time to shift things into high gear. Maintaining the grinding motion, he tightened his wrists, easing her butt cheeks apart, his pointer fingers edging forward to ever-so-carefully circle the edge of her rear door. As he traced the edge of her ring of muscle, he felt her entire body stiffen in his arms. Now! though the young man, suddenly jerking Lavie's hips up, withdrawing his soaked length from her until only the fat tip remained inside, then immediately slamming it down as he pressed directly on her anal bud.

“Ah!” shrieked Lavie, her back arching as multiple erogenous zones were triggered at once. “Claus,” she breathed, spots of light dancing in front of her eyes. Pulling himself upright, he unerringly fastened his lips to a nipple, sucking on it greedily as he increased the pressure of his finger on her back door, and his dick on her cervix. An inarticulate sound came from Lavie as her eyes rolled back and she went limp, her pussy clamping down almost painfully on him one final time.

“Ugh!” grunted Claus, his control running out as he felt that familiar last squeeze. Holding himself deep inside her, he emptied his load into Lavie, her bonelessly-relaxed body slumping against him, the slight weight of her driving him back down on the bed, his arms around her limp body. Inside her, Claus's member gradually softened inside her passage. “Lavie.” he breathed, kissing her cheeks, neck, face and forehead gently. The amount of energy he had used, combined with the taxing day, caught up to him. Settling her comfortably, he situated himself, preparing to sleep.

“Claus?” came the soft voice of Al. Blinking, he smothered a yawn.

“Yes, Al?” he replied, absently rubbing Lavie's soft back. Silently, he felt the young girl shift, and a moment later, he felt her hands trace his arm back to his shoulder. Tugging on it, Al managed to get herself tucked inside the embrace as well, settling comfortably against him and Lavie both. Smiling in the dark, Claus gently hugged her with the arm encircling her. “Goon night, Al.” he said, his fondness for the girl showing through.

Al leaned up enough to kiss him. “Good night, Claus. Lavie.” she said, one of her small arms draping itself across the hot, slick skin of the girl resting on top of Claus.

-

“Hey, Claus, Lavie?” came the voice of Tatiana from inside the pilot's compartment of the battered ship of their fathers'. “What do you think this is?” she asked, her bright platinum-blonde haired head popping into view of the two. Behind her, Alister likewise came into view. The two novice mechanics had been carefully helping Claus and Lavie work on the trashed ship.

While the two experienced young people worked on removing the body panels from the outside, they had explained to the two how to strip down the controls, wiring and instrument clusters. With the amount of damage to the controls, Claus and Lavie would be practically building a new control system from pretty much nothing. As Tatiana had been removing the trim adjustment panel and engine indicator cluster, she had found a smallish box of wood and leather, bound with steel, tightly wedged and strapped into the cramped space behind and below the panels.

Holding out the box, Tatiana glanced at it while Claus and Lavie moved carefully along the exposed skeleton of the winglets to take a look at her find. Tatiana noticed two black metal clasps, and her fingers felt an interlocking hinge along the back of the box. Claus and Lavie leaned against the side of the fuselage to look at it. Lavie frowned.

“Claus, isn't that…?” she began, reaching out and taking the smallish box from Tatiana's hands. Claus nodded.

“Yes, it has to be. Dad's camera.” he said quietly. Lavie ran her fingertips lightly over the cover before offering it to Claus.

“No wonder we couldn't find it afterwards.” she said quietly. Claus accepted the box, slowly looking it over. His eyes flickered up to meet Lavie's. They didn't need to say anything to communicate. Slowly, Lavie nodded. Claus eased open the catches, and lifted the lid. Inside, the camera was packed away, carefully stored and protected. “It…survived.” he breathed.

“Yeah.” whispered Lavie, looking at the camera, but not seeing it. “Do you think we can figure out how to work it?” she asked Claus softly. Claus frowned.

“I kind of remember how dad used to do it.” he said. “Do you want to try it right now?” he asked her. Lavie bit her lip.

“Um, let's see if Sophia can find out if there is still film for this thing, and if she might know someone who can show us how to operate it. I don't want to damage it.” she said. Claus eased the cover back closed.

“That's a good idea, Lavie.” he said. On the floor next to the open tool boxes where she had been handing tools to anyone who asked for one, Al spoke up.

“I'll go ask Sophia.” she offered. “She said she wanted to talk to me anyway.” added the girl. Looking at the other two workers, Lavie and Claus smiled.

“Ok, Al.” said Claus. “We'll take a break while you go find her.” he said, offering one hand to Tatiana, the other holding the camera case. Lavie swung around and helped Alister climb out of the ship. Moving over to the side of the hanger, the four of them eased themselves down on the simple wooden bench that Gale and Godwin had dragged in there for them, Alister reaching for the canteen of cool, clear water as Tatiana picked up four glasses.

“Your father had a camera, Claus?” prompted the girl as the drinks were poured. Claus nodded.

“Yeah, he did. Next to flying, it was his favorite hobby.” he said. Lavie chimed in.

“He was always taking photos of everything.” she said. “Back in Norkia, I had all the photos he took stored in my room.” She frowned. “Guess they're gone now, since that Guild ship trashed our home.” she muttered. Claus recalled something that Al had mentioned.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you, but Al managed to collect all the photos in our room, and she has them somewhere.” he assured her. Lavie sighed in relief.

“That's good news.” she said. “You know, I was always slightly jealous of that, Claus.” she admitted. Claus frowned.

“Of what, Lavie?” he asked her, puzzled. Lavie leaned back against his side.

“Of your father having a camera, and taking pictures of your family with it.” she said quietly. “If…if dad had of had a camera, I might have known what my mother looked like.” she said softly. Claus's arm snaked around her as he hugged her.

“She had to have been as beautiful as mom, Lavie.” he said with great certainty. “You're her daughter, so you probably look a lot like her.” he reasoned. Lavie chuckled quietly at that.

“Probably, Claus, probably.” she allowed. “But you know, you don't look that much like Justine, so you could be wrong.” she teased him. “You have her eyes, and her easy manner, but the rest of you is pure Hamil Valca.” she giggled at his mildly insulted look. “Even so, you're handsome enough.” she dismissed, grinning at him.

“Well, thanks, Lavie.” he responded. For a moment, the two just soaked in the presence of the other. Finally, Claus spoke again. “Lavie, let's take plenty of pictures of our repair of the plane, and of our friends.” he said. Lavie craned her neck a little to look him in the eyes.

“That's fine with me, but why the sudden interest?” wondered the girl. Claus gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Because I don't want you to feel left out.” he said. “And besides, maybe someday, we'll have kids.” he smiled. Lavie considered that. If we have pictures of us now, then if we have kids, they will know what their parents looked like, she considered.

“Sounds good, Claus.” she said decisively. “Tatiana, Alister, Al and the others need to be in them, too.” she reminded him. Claus nodded.

“I know.” he said confidentially. “If we can find a supply of film, how about we start now?” he suggested. “We can take pictures of us as we work on the ship, and that way, there will be a visual log of it as we rebuild our fathers' ship.”

“Hey, not too shabby of an idea, Claus!” exclaimed Lavie, warming to the notion. “We can put the pictures up on the wall of our house once it is done, so everyone can see!” she suggested excitedly. Claus smiled.

“You know, with our fathers' ship and our ship, we will need a bigger hanger.” he said thoughtfully. Tatiana and Alister listed the two talk, doing some thinking of their own.

“Are you sure that you can fix this ship?” wondered Alister. Lavie gave her an emphatic nod.

“I'll fix it!” she promised. “Even if I have to rebuild it from the frame up, she'll fly again.” the girl swore.

Tatiana was thinking of another topic. “Do you think I could see those pictures sometime?” she asked the two. “The ones your father took, I mean.” she clarified. Lavie and Claus glanced at each other.

“Sure. Why not?” agreed Claus. “We'll have to get Al to show us where she keeps them, though.” he mused. From there, the conversation drifted to other topics, with Claus and Lavie doing most of the talking, and most of what they discussed was their plans for repairing the ship before them. Tatiana and Alister were thinking of other matters, though.

-

Lavie, Claus, Al, Tatiana and Alister stood before the three tombstones at their old home above Norkia. As she had promised, Sophia had quietly had the bodies of Hamil and George interred beside Justine. Today, the four of them had taken a heavy transport from the capital and flown down to pay their respects. Tatiana and Alister had stood back from the three of them, respectfully allowing them to pay their last respects to their fathers. After a brief time, Claus and Lavie had waved them forward, and the two had found themselves being introduced to the two van ship legends.

Whatever Claus and Lavie might have thought about death was pretty sketchy aside from not wanting each other to die. Listening to the two address their fathers and Justine, the two found that it didn't really reflect any particular impression of their understanding of death, being more of a casual conversation than a memorial. It had surprised them to be introduced as members of their `family'. The two had traded glances as Claus and Lavie told their fathers about their helping them rebuild their ship, and of flying the Grand Stream.

After an hour or so, Claus and Lavie bid their fathers and Justine farewell for the moment and moved back toward the heavy transport. Tatiana and Alister fell into step beside them. With nothing else to do at the moment, the two invited their friends to see their destroyed place in Norkia, and to check in on some friends. Agreeing, the heavy transport had lifted off and moved down to Norkia.

Tatiana and Alister had been surprised at the condition of Claus and Lavie's old house, which showed to be slightly worse off than it had been when Claus and Al had rested there before the big battle. Looking at it, the two had quietly debated building it again. As Al entertained the two military pilots with the story of hers and Claus's visit there, Lavie noticed that there were very few people around.

“Hey, Claus,” she said, absently kicking a small fragment of wood into the torn-open canal beneath their street, “were there so few people around when you were here with Al?” she wondered, inclining her head to the narrow view of one of the main streets of Norkia that they looked out over. Claus frowned.

“Come to think of it, no, there weren't a lot of people around.” he mused. “In fact, I only saw three the whole time.” he noted.

“Wonder where they went?” Lavie wondered idly. “I mean, this used to be a fairly busy street, right?” she verified.

Claus nodded. “Yeah.” he agreed. “But with the Disith invading, then the damage caused by the Guild's fortress landing on Anatory, I suppose it isn't too unreasonable to think that people moved.” he reasoned. “Still, it feels kind of deserted.” he mourned.

“It's like those ruins that we flew through when the Starfish was chasing us.” Al interjected. Glancing back, they saw that the three other girls had joined their conversation.

“Ruins?” wondered Lavie. Al nodded.

“Up there, deep in the shadows.” she said, pointing to the upper land mantle's underside. “We wove in and out of there, with that Starfish chasing us. There are lots of empty houses and ruins.” she said. Lavie and Claus exchanged looks. They had never had reason to go exploring up there, but they had heard scattered tales of van ship pilots flying through the ruins.

“Wonder why they fell to ruin?” mused Lavie. Claus shrugged.

“Who knows?” he replied. “Maybe they moved down here?” he suggested. It was Lavie's turn to shrug.

“Who cares?” she dismissed the issue. “I'm hungry!” she announced, stretching. “What say we go and grab a meal at that little shop down by the edge of town?” she suggested. The small group set off toward the shop. As they went, they saw numerous houses that were damaged, but relatively few people working on them. When they reached the shop, the group blinked as they saw the woman had had run it loading up a small wagon.

“Hey, Patricia!” greeted Lavie. “What's going on?” she asked, indicating the loaded cart. Patricia gave Lavie a weak smile.

“Hi, Lavie, Claus.” she greeted the two. “I've closed the shop.” she sighed, easing down to sit on the tail of the wagon. Lavie frowned.

“Closing the shop? But you're the best place to eat in town!” she protested. Patricia shook her head.

“I tried to keep it going, Lavie, but with Greg and Paul joining the Anatory army, and the lack of steady customers, I just can't do it.” she said, her tone bleeding despair. Claus stepped into the discussion.

“Well, the war is over, so your husband and son should be back soon, right?” he said, glancing at Tatiana and Alister as if to confirm that. The two girls were acutely aware of their uniforms. Patricia swallowed with some difficulty.

“Greg was killed the battle for the Capital, and Paul died in the war with the Guild.” she said quietly. “My sister-in-law can't manage the small plot of land they have since her husband lost his leg, so I'm moving in with them. Sorry to be leaving you, but it's good to see you back, you two.” she added. “We had almost given up on seeing you two alive again.” she added. Lavie and Claus exchanged pained looks. Seeing this, Patricia smiled.

“Well, I can't take the last bit of food with me; it'd spoil.” she said. “So, how about we all have a good meal before we head off?” she suggested, standing and moving into the bare shop. After the briefest moment of hesitation, the others followed her. True to her word, she pulled together a swift meal of the leftovers and the small group ate, mostly in silence.

When the meal was done, the woman looked around the shop one more time. “Well, it's been good seeing you again, you two. And it was good to meet your friends.” she added, nodding to Tatiana, Alister and Al. “I have to be heading out now.” she said, stepping through the door to the shop and lifting the small wagon's traces. Waving once, she began to pull the cart down the street, leaving the five of them in the empty shop.

“She didn't close up.” noted Al quietly.

“What's the point, Al?” replied Lavie. “She's not coming back.”

“And there isn't anything left here.” said Claus. suddenly standing, he dashed out the door, calling the woman's name. Lavie watched as Claus swiftly caught up to her and handed her something. After a brief exchange, Claus moved back to the shop.

“What did you give her, Claus?” wondered Tatiana.

“I gave her our money. For the meal.” said Claus quietly. Lavie glanced at him. “She needs it more than we do, Lavie.” he said quietly. Lavie smiled at him gently.

“I know.” she said simply, leaning over to kiss him briefly. “Well, nothing more to do here.” she said, stretching. “Let's get back to the Capital and get some work done.” she said resolutely. Silently, the others followed her back to where they had parked the heavy transport near to their wrecked home.

-

“Ah!” sighed Lavie, leaning back in the large bath. “This feels good!” she said happily. Beside her, Tatiana got comfortable.

“Yes, it does.” agreed the platinum-blonde haired girl. “Working on a van ship is hard work.” she admitted. Lavie smiled.

“Yeah, but it's rewarding.” she said easily. Al and Alister entered the bathroom. “Hi, guys!” greeted Lavie. Setting their towels aside, the girls swiftly cleaned off and joined the two in the tub. Al immediately got comfortable on Lavie's lap, while Alister settled beside Tatiana.

“Where's Claus?” asked Al. Lavie patted her head.

“He'll be along eventually.” she said. “He said he had to go see Sophia about something.” said the girl. “I think it's about the camera and film.” she added, recalling that he had mumbled something about that early that morning. “Maybe we will be getting our first pictures back.” she hoped.

“That'd be great!” chirped Al happily. “It was lucky for us that Vincent knew how to work that camera.” she noted. Lavie nodded. The handsome, polished former Captain of the Urbonis and friend of Alex Row had come by to see their progress on the van ship, and had offered to show them how to work the camera, staying that he had had one almost identical to it once. It was the work of a few moments to teach Claus and Lavie how to work the camera, and they had immediately gotten a picture of the group working on the broken van ship.

“Yes, it was.” agreed Lavie. Tatiana and Alister listened to the girls talk, their mind still playing with certain ideas. Looking at each other briefly, they decided to bring up one of those topics.

“Hey, Lavie,” said Tatiana casually, “have you and Claus thought about having kids?” she asked. Alister silently groaned. Subtle was not a strong point with Tatiana. Lavie didn't seem to find the question odd, however.

“Kids? Not really.” she shrugged. Alister joined in.

“But, you and he have se…I mean, you sleep together.” she pointed out. “Surely you've thought about it.” she suggested. Lavie frowned slightly.

“Not really.” she said. “we don't really have time to worry about that, you know?” she added. “Might be nice, though.” she murmured softly.

“You haven't thought about it?” repeated Tatiana. “What if you get pregnant?” she asked. Lavie shrugged.

“Then I get pregnant.” she dismissed. Alister knew about their upbringing enough to know that that meant that Justine had not addressed that topic with Lavie. “What about you two?” she asked the other two women. Before they could answer, Al spoke up.

“I want to have kids with Claus.” she said, her tone happy and unconcerned. Lavie didn't really react to that, though Tatiana and Alister felt the world wobble a little.

“Have kids…with Claus?” breathed Alister. “Um, well, I hope you don't mean right now…” she breathed. Al considered that.

“Well, maybe not right now, but as soon as I can.” she replied. Turning to look at Lavie, she ignored the shocked look on Tatiana's and Alister's faces. “Lavie, you should have kids with Claus, too.” she said earnestly. “You and he love each other, and you both plan to stay together forever, right?” she suggested. Lavie nodded.

“Yeah.” she replied. “But there are other issues, Al.” she said quietly. I mean, mom died giving birth to me, and I don't want to leave Claus alone like mom left dad and me. she left unsaid. Al was frowning.

“What other issues?” she wondered. Lavie hugged her.

“Like if I'm pregnant, I won't be able to fly with Claus, for starters.” she said. “I'm not really ready to give up the skies yet.” she murmured, her cheek against Alvis's hair. And I never want to give up Claus. she added silently. Beside the two, Tatiana and Alister were thinking of what Sophia had spoken with them about not that long ago.

“Um, you might not have to give up the skies, even if you have kids.” suggested Alister. “I mean, your fathers flew van ships while Justine took care of you both, right?” she pointed out. “So, maybe you just need to find someone to take care of them while you fly with Claus.” she suggested. Lavie considered that.

“I guess it might work.” she allowed. “But, I don't know if there is anyone I would trust with my baby.” she said introspectively. “Would you two trust some stranger with your child why you went flying?” she asked them.

“If it were someone I knew, then yes.” allowed Tatiana. “For instance, would you trust me and Al with your kid while you flew with Claus?” she asked. “Because, I think both of us would trust you with our kids while we flew.” she said. Al joined the conversation.

“I'd be happy to take care of them while you and Claus flew, Lavie!” she offered eagerly. Lavie laughed softly.

“If I get pregnant, I'll keep that in mind, Al.” she said, absently kissing the girl on the head. Talk turned to more mundane things, but the small suggestion of Tatiana and Alis took root in the back of her mind, slowly growing.

-

Sophia closed the door behind Claus, her groin longing for his hard dick. Being married isn't much fun. she thought sourly. But, with her husband in the next room, she just couldn't bring herself to asking Claus if he wanted to scratch her itch. Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, trying to calm the fire between her legs. Guess that Lavie, Tatiana or Alister will get a good, long fucking tonight. she tried to find a good side to having denied her lusts.

Moving toward the bedroom, she tried to ignore her damp thighs. Entering the bedroom, she saw King Scheer propped up in bed, reading a report. His health had been growing worse, but he had rallied, saying that he had a feeling that something was wrong. For the last week, he had been buried in reports and meeting with senior Disith and Anatory council members often. Looking up as Sophia closed the bedroom door behind herself, he managed a smile.

“I heard that young man's voice.” he said casually. “I had not expected you to come to bed tonight.” he added. “Frankly, I am worried that you take this state marriage too seriously.” he cautioned her. Sophia inclined her head.

“As a state marriage, I have an obligation to be an exemplary wife, Nestor.” she said. “It is important for the good of our peoples that none question my faithfulness.” she reminded him. “Was that your granddaughter that was in here just before Claus came by?” she asked, changing the topic.

“Yes. Dunya was here.” confirmed Nestor. “Her man was injured in the operation to seize the Guild unit on a ship, but he is now healing well, and the doctors say that he should be up and about within the next week or so.” he reported. “Dunya came by to share that with me; as well as one other bit of news.”

“Oh? And what was the other piece of news?” she asked, setting aside her outer robe in preparation for bed. In her thin inner gown, she moved to the opposite side of the large bed and turned back the cover and sheet.

“She told me that she had decided to lay claim to her young man formally.” he said. Seeing Sophia's curious look, he smiled. “It is a Disith custom, usually a precursor to marriage.” he explained. “Essentially, she lets it be known that he is taken, so no other women try to court him.”

“I see.” murmured Sophia. Nestor put down the report he had been reading, turning a little to face her squarely. Sophia settled in bed and draped the sheet over herself. Feeling Nestor looking at her, she turned to face him, brushing her loose hair back from her face as she did so. “What?” she asked the old man.

“Sophia, you should not unduly stress yourself, you know.” he said. Sophia's lips tightened. She was all too aware of her slippery pussy and didn't need to be reminded of it.

“I don't unnecessarily stress myself.” she denied. “I am a married woman, after all.” she added. Nestor hummed dismissively. Sophia moved ahead. “So, what has my husband been so busy with?” she asked him. Nestor set the report aside.

“It may be nothing, Sophia.” he said calmly. “I won't be sure until I hear from that chief engineer of yours, that Dagober man. Have you heard how he is doing up there?” he asked, clumsily turning off the lamp he had been reading by.

“He has finished up the processing of the surviving Guild members, and has begun to delve into the archives for information on Exile, as well as seeing what can be done about Disith.” she said. “I sent Vincent to check in with him, so we should have a report soon.” she said. Nestor sighed.

“Even if the ice can be freed from the land, I fear that Disith is finished.” he confessed. “During the war, even as the ice grew thicker and deeper, we used up all our resources to build our fleet and migration capsules. There is nothing left in Disith but our dead.” he said.

“I am sure that we can share Anatory's resources.” Sophia immediately assured him.

“To what ends, Sophia?” he asked her. “There are less than six thousand of my people left.” he confided in her. Sophia blinked.

“That few?” she asked, shocked. Beside her in the large bed, Nestor nodded, though she couldn't see it.

“I have had my lieutenants taking census. There are few of us left. When we abandoned Disith to the ice, we were less than nine thousand. Too many migration capsules didn't make it through the Grand Stream, and the fight with the Guild was costly, as well.” Sophia found she had nothing to say.

“I…am sorry, Nestor.” she said honestly. Nestor didn't immediately answer. When he did, his words worried Sophia.

-

“Lavie! Hey, Lavie!” came a voice from behind the young girl. Turning, she saw Mullin making his way toward her with the aid of a cane. Frowning, Lavie paused while he hurried toward her. She had a list of parts she was looking for, and really wanted to find them as quickly as possible. A few moments talking with Mullin won't hurt, I guess, she allowed herself silently.

“What happened to you, Mullin?” she asked him as he came to a stop in front of her. For a moment, he wasn't sure what she meant, then it hit him.

“Oh! This.” he said, shaking the cane. “I got a little carried away in the unit seizure, and the Guild got a piece of me.” he offered her sheepishly. Lavie shook her head.

“I told you before, Mullin, to take it easy and be calm.” she said, her tone scolding.

“Yeah, I know, but I just can't help myself.” he shrugged. “But enough about that!” he grandly dismissed his injuries. “How are you doing? I heard that the Guild boarded the Silvana.” he said. Lavie nodded.

“They did.” she said softly. “Deep in the Grand Stream, while we were anchored to Exile, the Guild boarded us. They took Claus, Al and Alex with them.” she said. Involuntarily, she shivered. That was the worst moment of my life, she reflected. “But Claus managed to escape with Al, and came back to the ship.” Lavie smiled. “We flew the Grand Stream in our van ship, Mullin!” she gloated. “No one else but us could do it, and we are the only ones who managed to fly through the Grand Stream in a van ship!”

“Really?!” exclaimed Mullin. “That's great, Lavie!” he congratulated her. Lavie grinned back.

“Isn't it, though?” she agreed happily. Seeing the list of parts in her hand, Mullin asked about it.

“What is that list for? Did Claus break your van ship again?” he half-teased. Lavie shook her head.

“No. These are parts for our fathers' van ship.” she said quietly, absently stroking the scrap of paper. Mullin frowned.

“I thought you were flying your fathers' van ship.” he stated. Lavie shook her head.

“No. We learned a lot of things about the past, Mullin.” she said. “Our ship - the one we thought was our fathers' ship - was in reality Alex's ship. We found our fathers' ship on Exile.” She was quiet for a moment before continuing. “We are rebuilding it. Claus and Alister have gone to the van ship union to look for some parts, and Tatiana and Al are hauling some of the parts to a metal-working shop in the capital to see about repairing them, so I thought I would look into getting some of these more common parts.” she explained.

“I see.” said Mullin. “Well, could you spare the time to have a mug of first water with me?” he asked her. Lavie smiled.

“I guess so.” she said easily. Together, the two moved off down the corridor.

-

“I think that's the last of it.” said Alister, wiping her brow as she and Claus finished their final walk-through of the small, demolished home in Norkia. There hadn't been much to salvage, in point of fact. But, the two had decided to clean out whatever was left of use since they had a heavy transport at their disposal and the parts for the van ship that they had traded for and bought at the van ship union took up very little of the cargo-configured space in the ship.

“Whew!” sighed Claus. Lavie's books, some items of clothes and kitchen utensils, the odd tool and small bits of van ship that they had taken off their ship to save weight were carefully gathered and put in boxes, bags and bins, then carried down to the heavy transport and stored. “It seems like so little for being all we had.” mused the young man. Alister, standing beside him, gently touched his shoulder.

“It's not like that, Claus.” she said softly. “Your greatest treasure is Lavie, and you take her with you everywhere you go.” Claus blinked at Alister.

“You know, Alis, I never really thought of her like that.” he said, amusement in his voice. “You're right, though.” he said reflectively. “All this is just stuff, and if I have Lavie with me, I can do without it.”

“I'm not sure that Lavie would agree about the tools, but since she chose you over them, I think you needn't worry.” Alis teased him. Claus chuckled in agreement.

“Lavie worked real hard for those tools.” he said simply. Alister knew that nothing that the two of them had had been obtained by singular effort; everything they had was from joint effort. Looking at the afternoon sky, the two of them were silent for a bit, then Alister spoke up.

“Claus, what do you say we head up to the grassy area up top and have that lunch that Lavie made?” she suggested. “It's late enough that we won't get back to the Capital until after supper, so we might as well take the time to enjoy a good lunch.”

“Sounds fine, Alister.” smiled Claus. “I know a good spot, actually.” he grinned at her. “Lavie and I found it years ago, back when we were still trying to figure out the details of landing.” he chuckled. Alister understood what he was saying.

“So, you crashed there with her?” she dug at him. Claus nodded.

“Yeah, but it was more of an uncontrolled landing than a crash.”

“Claus,” giggled Alister, the two moving down the narrow street to where the heavy transport was landed, “that is the definition of a crash.” Claus shrugged.

“But it sounds better when I say `uncontrolled landing'.” he protested mildly. Alister laughed as they climbed into the cockpits. This is one of the reasons I like being with him; he's so fun to be around! the woman thought happily.

“Starting the engines, Alis.” he said, touching the igniters for the twin over/under engines. Alister confirmed engine start for both engines, the heavy transport lifting smoothly and delicately under his control. He has such a delicate touch that even this unwieldy transport handles like a feather on the winds! she marveled, not for the first time. A small prick of jealousy ran through her when she considered that Lavie had always been able to enjoy flying with him. But, the sting of jealousy died as her mind twisted her thought into one more appropriate to her goals. Hopefully, I can enjoy his delicate touch soon! she thought lustfully.

Less than a half hour later, the heavy transport set down in a small grassy opening surrounded by trees and on the edge of a sunken stream that ran quietly along a gravel bed toward the edge of the plate. With hardly a bump, the transport settled and the engines spun down. The two climbed down and Alister retrieved the small bag with the Lavie-made lunch in it while Claus pulled one of the emergency blankets free from its storage niche and moved over to spread it out under the shade of one of the modest trees near the stream.

Crossing over to the blanket, Alister saw Claus frowning at the stream. “Something wrong, Claus?” wondered the navigator. Blinking, Claus looked over to her.

“No, not really.” he said. “It's just, last time we were here, the stream was a lot bigger, and there were sheep around here.” He motioned to the empty grassland in the clearing. “No sheep this time, and from the look of the grass, they haven't been here in a while.” he noted. Alister looked at the grass. It was still pretty short, and had that trimmed look that was usually seen in grazing land, so the sheep hadn't been missing for too long.

“Maybe the sheep were just moved to a different farm?” she suggested. Claus shrugged.

“Doesn't matter, really. It just reminded me of how long it's been since I was last here.” he said, smiling slightly. “Let's have that lunch.” he suggested, inclining his head toward the small sack on the blanket. Alister smiled.

“Sounds good.” she said, turning toward the blanket, her hand finding his hand. Though caught by surprise, Claus quickly intertwined his fingers with hers as they settled on the blanket. Like most of Lavie's meals, it was nothing fancy, just good and filling. For a half hour or so, they ate the meal and drank from the canteen that Lavie always made sure that Claus kept with him. It was filled with clear, clean water from the palace water cistern, and both of the young people found it to their taste.

With the meal consumed, the two relaxed and let the food settle. Claus lay back and unzipped his flight coveralls to his stomach, enjoying the gentle breeze blowing through the clearing. He had stopped wearing military flight suits when the Guild was defeated, since he no longer flew combat mission. Alister was in a military flight suit because that was the only flight gear she had. She and Tatiana had discussed getting civilian flight coveralls, but so far, they had not had the time to get to a shop to have them made. So, she was in her familiar black and grey, form-fitting flight suit.

Seeing Claus unzip his, she took the opportunity and did likewise; only, she didn't stop at her waist. Alister unzipped her flight suit to the bottom of the zipper track, which was right at the arch of pubic bone. Sighing in contentment, she pulled the suit top open and lay down next to Claus, her hand once more finding his. Since she - like Tatiana - didn't wear one of the black tops under her suit, her breasts were clearly visible to the young man.

The state of Alis's undress was not missed by Claus. Seeing her breasts proudly standing up from the open flight suit, the pink nipples growing hard in the gentle breeze, he felt his own lust slowly ignite. Looking from her displayed breasts to her face, Claus saw that Alister had turned her head to watch him watch her. Smiling an invitation to him, she turned on her side, facing him, so she could kiss him. Feeling her soft lips on his, Claus rolled onto his side as well, wrapping an arm around Alister and pulling her tight to his chest.

Moaning softly as she felt her sensitive nipples meet his chest, Alister deepened the kiss, her tongue caressing Claus's as her arms worked their way around Claus's chest. Minutes passed, unheeded, as the two lay together, making out and caressing each other. As the passion of the two built, their lusts began to take over. When Claus broke the kiss and eased back from her embrace, Alister didn't have to ask what he wanted.

Sitting up, she pulled her arms free of her military flight suit, pushing it down to her waist before swiftly standing and wiggling out of the close-fitting garment. Kicking it to the side of the blanket, she slipped her hands under her panties and brushed them off as well, leaving her naked. While she stripped, Claus did likewise, stepping out of his over-sized flight coverall, his shorts tented with his desire. Carefully working his shorts off as well, he turned to see Alister watching him appreciatively.

Smiling hungrily at her, he grabbed her and gently laid her down on the blanket on her back, his lips tasting her own before they moved south, along her throat, over her collarbone and up the slope of her breast to capture the hard tip. With lips and tongue, Claus mercilessly assaulted her peak, Alister gasping and moaning as he worked on her hard nipple and swollen areola. Using one of his hands, he secured her other nipple, skillfully toying with it as her other breast slowly became slick with his drool. Finding his balance, Claus moved his other hand down her flat stomach, pausing to tickle her bellybutton, and over her neatly trimmed patch at the junction of her thighs before delicately - fastidiously - touching her sex.

Alister hissed expectantly when she felt the pads of his finger touch her swollen lower lips. “Mm.” she purred, spreading her legs eagerly as her arms once more wrapped around him, this time holding his head to her breasts. “Oh, god, Claus!” she breathed, feeling the electric-like pleasure dance through her whole body. Claus didn't interrupt his attentions on her body to answer her.

Feeling her ample arousal, Claus worked around her entire sex before dipping a finger into her leaking entrance, artfully brushing over her clit, insuring that it was out from under cover and ready for some attention. With the copious amount of slippery juice flowing from her pussy, it was easy for Claus to work his finger into her to the hilt, and after a moment of gently stroking her inner walls, he added another finger and went after her G-spot. A firm touch coupled with the circular rubbing of her nerve juncture swiftly proved too much for girl. Alister came, and came hard.

As Alister lay panting on the wool blanket, Claus finally released her nipple from his mouth and wiped the drool from his chin. Looking at her flushed white skin, he could feel his dick throb with need. But first, he had one more thing he wanted to do for her. Moving down, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, giving him good access to her drooling snatch. Settling in, he put one arm over her hip, and tucked the other under so he could enjoy his treat without getting in his own way. Easing her puffy lower lips open with his fingertips, Claus leaned in and swiped his tongue along her slit, tasting his dessert.

Alister's eyes snapped open when she felt Claus's slightly-rough oral muscle run along her pussy. She had been eaten out once before by Claus, but the session had been interrupted before it really got going. This time, there will be no interruptions, she thought happily. Her body and mind were still relaxed in post-orgasm bliss, but her hormones were doing just fine making choices for her at the moment. Shifting her arm, she felt something hard brush against it. Alister smiled as she realized what it was.

Claus was busy enjoying the tasty treat before him when he felt Alis's soft hands close on his dick, slowly pumping his length with both hands. Naturally, his dick appreciated the love, and nearly instantly began to leak pre-cum, making her hands soft and slick. Moving one hand off his shaft, she rubbed the tip with her palm while her other hand kept stroking his length. Happily, Claus delved deeper into her treat.

Alister groaned as she felt Claus renew his attack on her pussy. Seeking a way to even the score, she realized that the means was right in her hands. Mm, thought the girl, looks tasty! Craning her neck, she was able to bring her face close enough to her captive to lick the slick tip. I was right! This is delicious! Shifting, she tried to get closer to his hard length; the better to eat it. She was getting frustrated with her inability to get her mouth on his dick when Claus broke off his feasting and moved away from her.

“Like this, Alis.” he said, swiftly laying on top of her, his face at her pussy and his hard length touching her chin. His knees were at either side of her neck, supporting him without getting in her way. Feeling him settle his elbows by her hips and worm his arms under her upper thighs, she immediately tucked her heels back by her butt and spread her legs as wide as she could. With his access taken care of, she once more grabbed his hard length and slid it up and into her mouth.

Aware that she didn't have the kind of experience she needed to take him as deep as Lavie took him, Alister decided to gradually work on it, slowly pulling him deeper into her mouth, suppressing her gag reflex as she went. It wasn't easy, just as Lavie had said, and there were several times she had to suddenly push his hips up and release his dick to keep from heaving, but she was determined to become as good as pleasing him as he was at pleasing her. When she tasted a small bit of cum, she realized that she was getting results.

She wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not when Claus moved off of her and turned around so he was face to face with her. Knowing what was next, Alister smiled and opened her arms to him. Rolling on top of her, Claus positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in, her lips splitting wide as her passage once more stretched to welcome his intrusion. “Yes!” she hissed happily, just before he sealed her lips with his own. Alister wrapped him tightly in her arms and legs, as if she was afraid that he would try to escape her lustful grasp. Naturally, that was an absurd thought, but her hormones demanded that she not allow him to leave her before filling her with his cum.

As she kissed him back, she tasted a strange taste on his lips. Intellectually, she knew that it was her own cum. When she had first heard Lavie mention tasting herself on his lips before, during, or after sex, she had been mildly disgusted. Now, tasting her own flavor in his kiss, she couldn't understand what had caused her unease as Lavie's candid remark that she liked her own taste. Come to think of it, I taste pretty good! she thought happily. With a couple of orgasms under her belt, she settled in and relaxed as Claus got into a steady, pounding rhythm in her sex.

Claus slammed into Alis as deeply as he could, his balls beginning to tighten as he teetered on the edge of release. Almost as good as Lavie, he thought happily, shifting slightly to push as hard as he could against her cervix. “Cumming, Alis!” he warned her. Alister tightened her grip on him.

“Fill me up, Claus!” she demanded hotly. Obeying her wish, Claus filled her womb with his seed. As the last of his semen squeezed into her womb, he slowly relaxed on top of the girl, her arms and legs still tight around him. Minutes passed. Gradually, the two recovered, and Claus rolled off her to lay side-by-side with her, the two looking up at the sky. Another ten minutes passed before they noticed something that had escaped their attention earlier.

“Um, Alis, is it getting darker?” wondered Claus. Alis frowned. Fumbling around with one hand, she managed to drag her flight suit up and checked the small watch in the cuff.

“We've been here for two hours?!” she gasped, sitting up. Claus sat up as well. Looking at the sky, he shrugged.

“Guess so.” he replied laconically. “But, Alis,” he smiled at her, “can you think of a better way to spend two hours?” he asked her playfully. Alister smiled back, leaning over to kiss him.

“No, I can't, Claus.” she said softly, stroking his face tenderly. Claus stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“Neither can I, Alis.” he said. The two swiftly gathered their things, cleaned themselves up, and departed the clearing. Though it would be a long flight in darkness back to the capital, neither worried; after all, Claus was the best pilot in all of Anatory and Disith, and Alister was a practiced, experienced navigator, flying a route that she had flown many, many times.

-

“Claus! Where have you two been?!” demanded Lavie as the heavy transport landed in front of their hanger. Lavie and Tatiana were waiting for them, and from the look of things, had been for a while. Claus and Alister climbed out of the heavy transport and jogged over to the two.

“Sorry, Lavie.” apologized Claus. “We decided to clean out the house while we were there and with a heavy transport, and when we got done with that, we stopped off at that clearing we found years ago for lunch. We got a late start from there.” he grinned unconsciously. Lavie shook her head.

“Did you two at least enjoy yourselves in the clearing?” she asked them, no trace of concern that the two were late because they stopped to screw each other's brains out. Alister blushed.

“Yes, we did.” she managed. Lavie smiled at her.

“Good.” she said. “Claus, Sophia was looking for you two earlier.” she said, her tone telling him all he needed to know about how serious it must be.

“What did she want, Lavie?” wondered Claus. Lavie shook her head.

“She didn't say. But she wants us to meet with her first thing in the morning, so let's call it a night.” she said. As the four moved toward their rooms, Claus noticed the lack of a certain young girl.

“Where's Al?” he asked Lavie. Lavie smiled at him, assuring him that all was well with the young girl.

“She was waiting for you, but she had a kind of long day today, so she finally went to bed about an hour ago.” said the girl.

“Oh. I'll be careful not to wake her.” he assured Lavie. Lavie shrugged.

“I wouldn't worry; she's not alone in our bed.” she explained. Seeing his look, she leered at him.

“Sophia fell asleep with Al, so I put them to bed.” she explained. “It'll make finding her tomorrow morning a lot easier, won't it?” she smirked. Claus chuckled and hugged her fondly.

“Yeah.” he said simply. As the two bid Tatiana and Alister good evening, Claus briefly wondered why Sophia was sleeping in their bed.