Vandread Fan Fiction ❯ Vandread: Seed ❯ Expanding the Front ( Chapter 7 )
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Vandread: Seed
By: A-Z Mark II
Disclaimer: you know it by now.
Chapter 7: Expanding the Front
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Jura was not satisfied with the current results of her quest to become a heroine of Mejere. Impatiently tapping her fingers on the small health monitor, she considered the readouts. “This is not what I want to see.” she complained to her lover, Barnette. Once more, she had tested negative for pregnancy. “Do we need something else other than a man's seed and our eggs, or what?!” she wondered irritably.
Barnette was of two minds about the whole thing. That Jura was a vain, egotistical woman was something she had known since they were kids. Part of Barnette considered the current crusade a foolish attempt to do something so shockingly taboo that the blonde's name would never be forgotten. But, there was more to Jura than her ego.
Jura was also fiercely independent and self-reliant. Never one to bend to the trends of fashion, thought or outlook, she had often been at odds with the Elite of Mejere. That rebellious streak in her had been part of the reason that she had ended up in the dome where the women who now comprised the Pirate faction had lived. Barnette had moved there because it was a den of trouble-makers and malcontents; well, that and because even as a young girl, she wanted to be where Jura was.
“Who knows, really, Jura?” she said to her lover. “It's not like there is a manual for this kind of thing!” she pointed out with a minor bit of heat. The children's book that the older girl had swiped from the doc was still something of a sore point with Barnette, who considered it beneath her to have to rely on something written for children. “Even Misty said that it sometimes took several tries to get pregnant.” she pointed out more reasonably.
“Well, I simply can't stand waiting!” huffed Jura. “What if Dita or Misty get pregnant with a man's child before me?” she worried. Barnette bit her lip to keep from saying the first thing that popped into her head in response to that concern. “I have to be the first Mejerian to have a baby with a man!” she stated grandly. Barnette choked down another bad answer to that proclamation.
“Maybe we need to speak to the doctor and see if there is something wrong with us; something that has changed us since Misty's time.” suggested the girl. Jura opened her mouth to dismiss the thought, but closed it without saying anything. Mejere is hysterically against anything that has to do with men. If Lady Grandma thought that a woman might have children with a man, it is possible that she took steps to prevent it from happening. she thought.
One of things that had gotten Jura in hot water with the rulers of the women's planet was that very issue: control over your own destiny. Hating men was fine with her as far as it went, but when someone else tried to make her do something - well, that was a dress of a whole different color. The only one who told Jura what to do was Jura; and, occasionally, Barnette, Meia, the Captain or Gasco.
“Maybe they did.” she murmured thoughtfully. She knew that the justice system of Mejere was given to using some sometimes harsh steps - something that Meia could personally attest to, having had more than a few run-ins with Mejerian law enforcement in her youth. To this day, her blood bore the tracking agent that she had been injected with when she was barely Dita's age.
“But, would a male doctor even know what to look for?” wondered Barnette.
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“Fascinating.” mused Duero, looking over the holo-displays of Misty's body and the diagnostic breakdowns of the information. “There was once a means of controlling reproduction between men and women?” he asked, studying the technical data on Misty's steri-plant. The teenage girl lay naked on the examining table, a small scanning unit suspended over her lower abdomen.
“Yes.” she said simply. After her talk with the captain, Gasco and B.C. two days before, she had agreed to providing greater details about certain issues. This was one of them. And I need to know if it is still functioning after such a long over-stay in cold sleep. she thought to herself. Sick bay was closed for the time being, since the captain had judged that having this particular subject come to light would not be beneficial at this time. “There were many different ways of doing so, but this is the most reliable; and apparently, the last.” she added, remembering that after the fall of the Pluto colonies, the Harvest had hammered out into the colonized worlds, and logic dictated that those planets that chose to fight needed a bigger population base than those that choose not to fight. And even those that chose not to fight - like Amapathose - still needed a growing population for the Harvest to, well, harvest.
“How exactly does this system work?” wondered the doctor. He saw the data, but he didn't yet know enough details of the capabilities of the female reproductive organs known as the uterus and ovaries to be entirely sure of the mechanics. Misty seemed plenty knowledgeable, and for a change, she seemed willing to give him simple answers.
“The method used in the colonies were based on a two-stage system. The first stage is a hormone-adjustment, making the uterus hostile to both sperm and fertilized ovum. The second stage was a nano-probe colony that hardened the ovum as they departed the ovaries, preventing fertilization. When a girl wanted to have children, she took a small counter-agent, and within five days, she was fertile again.” explained Misty.
“This counter agent,” said Duero intently, “you have it, yes?” he asked her. Slowly, Misty nodded. “May I see it? Please?” he asked her. Misty sat up and reached over to her clothes, pulling a small kit from the pocket of her blouse. Opening it, she turned the case so Duero could see. Inside was a small collection of things, as well as a single, sealed pill-shaped item.
“Amazing.” he murmured, unknowingly mimicking Dita's favorite expression of wonder. Misty closed the case.
“Not really; it's more necessity than a source of wonder.” she said softly. Laying back, Misty's mind wandered a little before she realized that the doctor was studying her naked form intently. “What?” she asked him curiously.
“It's just that your body is different from the other women's bodies.” he said, unconsciously starting to reach for her. He stopped himself, though. Misty shrugged.
“I'm younger - biologically - than all of them save Paiway.” she said. “So, it would make sense that my body was different, wouldn't it?” she asked him. Duero nodded.
“Indeed. But I was referring to your characteristics.” he said. Misty quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Characteristics? You mean what, exactly.” she questioned.
Duero paused to gather his thoughts. Never one to pass up a chance to learn new things, he wanted to make the most of this opportunity. “Are the differences between women in regards to their sexual organs of any importance?” he asked. “I have observed that women have differences in the size, shape and appearance of their reproductive organs and `breasts'. Do those differences make any impact on reproduction?” he wondered. Misty considered that.
“If that's your way of asking if size matters, the answer is `not really'.” she said, smirking a bit. “Think of the differences in women's bodies as being no different than the differences in men's bodies.” she said. A moment later, she frowned. “Um, men do still have different size penises, right?” she asked. God only knows what might have happened when they started living separately and telling those stupid lies to newer generations! she thought to herself. And from what Hibiki told me about reproduction on Tarak, it could have…standardized their sizes.
Duero considered that. “How would I know if the current differences are considered `differences' by your standards?” he asked. The Tarak medical data only went back to Lord Grandpa's day. Why it is so short is now quite obvious, but still; it leaves me with a huge gap in my knowledge. he thought. Duero hated having such gaps in his understanding of things.
Several choices were immediately obvious to Misty, and she had to choose which approach to take. Deciding on the most direct method, she sat up and looked at the doctor. “Show me yours.” she said simply. Duero blinked. “Well?” Misty prompted him.
“Ah, I'm not sure…” began Duero. Misty hopped off the bed and stood in front of him. Sighing, she shook her head.
“Look, doctor, I've been lying here naked for nearly an hour. If I can show you my naked body, I would think that you can show me your dick!” she said. For being a skilled physician, he sure has some strange blind spots! she thought. He's seen plenty of the other women naked, and Hibiki told me about the hose party when they were first captured or rescued, depending on your point of view, so what's the deal?
“You have a point.” he said, standing and unzipping his dark uniform. The girl's eyes followed the zipper down, and Misty found herself eager to see how Duero compared to Hibiki. Well, girls like to know if what they have is sub-standard, standard, or `oh my god!' she thought, unconsciously licking her lips.
Not surprisingly, Duero was partially erect, and getting more so by the moment. Misty visually measured it against her knowledge of Hibiki's dick and judged that Hibiki's was slightly shorter but thicker than the doctor's. “Nice.” she said, reaching out and gently caressing it. “So, would you say that you are average in size?” she asked him, swiftly bringing him to full erection.
“I would say ah! I'm on the high side of average.” he said. The feeling of her hand on his dick was very nice, and it reminding him of the feeling of being in Parfet. That thought made his dick twitch and drool a little. Misty hummed softly, her fingertips trailing over the slick tip of Duero's dick. “What are you ugh! doing?” asked Duero roughly.
“Hmm?” she hummed, looking up at him. Seeing his strained expression, she smiled. “I'm just checking your size, Duero.” she said, swallowing a mouthful of drool. let's see how he tastes. she thought, slipping to her knees and running her tongue over his leaking tip. Duero nearly fainted. Misty licked her lips, deciding that he tasted fine before engulfing the tip of his member with her mouth.
Duero had never felt something like this. Even when he and Parfet had tried out their theory about the mechanics of sex, it had felt different from this. Instinctively, his hands came to rest on her hair. Misty reached up with one hand to caress his balls. With her pussy growing wet, she began to take him deeper into her mouth.
“M…Misty!” groaned Duero. The girl smiled around her mouthful of man meat. I think there might be hope for him as well! she thought lustfully. Pushing her head forward, she felt his tip touch her throat, and her gag reflex twitched, necessitating a sudden withdrawal and a soft cough. “Are you…?” began the doctor, hearing her cough softly.
“Fine.” she purred, inhaling his length again. His dick is thinner than Hibiki's, which makes it easier to take him deep, but since he's a little longer, he goes all the way to my throat. she thought. So, I'm going to need to concentrate on not gagging. With her plan in place, she steadily worked him deeper into her throat, finally sealing her lips around the base of his erection. The tip of his member was blocking her throat, but with some concentration, she could suppress her gag reflex. Still, I can't breathe like this, so… she looked up, almost laughing as she saw that the man's eyes were closed and he was twitching slightly. The minute vibrations from her almost-laugh was more than the tall man could take, and Misty found herself coughing and gagging as he erupted in her throat.
Jerking her head back off his length, she managed to swallow most of the load in her throat, but some tickled her air passage, and she coughed some up as she tried to get control over her breathing. With cum dripping off her chin, she managed to get herself squared away, finally looking at Duero again. The doctor was slouched against the wall of the sick bay, his dick still partially erect, panting. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiled at him. “Well! I think you had a lot in there.” she said, her pussy tingling in anticipation.
“I have never felt something like that.” he panted. Misty rose to her feet, licking the last bit of his cum from her lips. Reaching out, she once more took control of his partial erection, slowly working it back to hardness.
“Mmm. Well, you should like this, too, then.” she said, feeling his length growing swiftly. Duero watched the teenager as she slid her free hand down her belly to her pussy, stroking her fold familiarly and testing her arousal. Her fingers encountered a veritable lava pool between her legs. Damn! I'm hornier than I thought I was! she thought.
Feeling his length reach full hardness, she withdrew her soaked hand from her pussy, briefly using both to caress his member before tugging gently on his turgid organ, leading him to the bed. Once she had him at the edge, she firmly pushed him down so he lay face-up on the bed. Smiling at him once more, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. “Tell me how you like this, ok?” she husked to him, using one hand to ensure that he was in position before dropping herself on him, his length slamming into her tight passage in one shot. Misty gasped as she felt his greater length stab against her cervix. It was just short of the pain threshold, and only served to fuel her climax.
An inarticulate sound came from Duero as his hands settled on the slim hips of the girl. Misty leaned forward slightly and put her hands on his chest as she felt him lift her hips, his greased member sliding almost all the way out of her passage before he jerked her back down on himself. Misty moaned, feeling him hammer into her, his tip repeated pushing hard against the entrance to her womb.
Duero was running on instincts he didn't know he had now, and was swiftly - nearly frantically - increasing the pace. Misty could only hang on as he pumped her up and down on his rod. This is like when I was with Parfet, but it feels much more intense this time! Why would it feel different with different girls? His musing was pushed aside by the tightening of his balls. With a primal grunt, he shoved his hips up as far as he could, simultaneously pulled Misty down on his spurting member as hard as he could, the tightness and heat driving all thought from him.
Having climaxed hard from the feeling of his cum flooding her sheath, Misty slowly, limply fell forward and to the side, leaving her straddling his hips, but laying on his side. Slowly, gradually, the two came down from their individual orgasms. After nearly a half hour, Misty slowly managed to pull herself off his flaccid length and the bed. As she reached for some wipes to get ready for her shift on the bridge, she caught sight of some darkening marks on the crown of her hips. It was a moment before she realized that they were from the hard grip of Duero.
“Is something wrong?” asked the man, sitting up. Misty turned toward him, pointing to her hips.
“It depends on your perspective, I suppose.” she said, smiling slightly. “You left some bruises there.” she noted. Duero blinked.
“I…I'm sorry, Misty. I don't know what came over me…” he began to apologize. Misty waved it off.
“Hey, it's nothing!” she assured him. “They'll be gone in a couple of days, and my dress covers them, so it shouldn't be an issue.” she explained.
“Won't the other girls wonder about them in the bath?” wondered Duero, standing and reaching for some wipes to clean up his own sex. Misty, half-way to dressed, froze at the question. It wasn't what the other girls would say, it was something else.
How will Hibiki react when he realizes what those bruises mean? she wondered worriedly.
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“That's it for today.” announced Meia, holding out a hand to help Hibiki back up from the ground of the exercise room. Tiredly, he accepted the girl's help. Man, I'm gonna be black and blue all over from this! he thought, feeling all the bumps and bruises from this latest session of training from the Dread Leader. An image of Rabat flashed through his mind, in particular the image of him caressing Dita's jaw.
Instantly, the pain was gone. Scowling, he bared his teeth in a silent growl. Next time, he won't get it so easy! thought the young man. He didn't consider why the thought of Rabat touching Dita had - and still did - get him so worked up. A hand landing on his shoulder broke his concentration.
“You ok, Hibiki?” wondered Meia. Hibiki smiled at her.
“Sure! Just thinking of what I'll do to Rabat if I ever see his smirking face again!” he said cockily. Meia, in spite of herself, smiled.
“I'd be careful what you wish for, Hibiki.” she cautioned him. “You aren't good enough right now to have a chance against him, so it's probably just as good that he's not here.” she said. Glancing at the holographic clock, she tossed her head toward the exit. “Let's hit the baths and then grab some breakfast, ok?” she suggested. Hibiki nodded.
“Sounds good.” he agreed. “I could really use some time in the whirlpool.” he admitted reluctantly. His body ached from his instruction in hand-to-hand fighting. Meia nodded.
“Yeah, me, too.” she agreed. “Besides, I like to relax a bit before I have to start in on the day's activities.” she offered. Hibiki glanced at her, surprised.
“Really?” he wondered. “You always seem so collected and calm, I thought you were just like that all the time.” he confessed. Meia smiled a half-smile.
“I'm…not really good with other people.” she said softly. “Come on,” she said more loudly, “we need to get in and out before the rush.” she said, turning for the bath a few doors down. Hibiki silently followed her lead.
Entering the room, the two froze for a second, seeing someone just setting her basket down by the tub. “Well, good morning, you two.” came Gasco's voice. The tall, powerful woman gave the two an assessing look. “Hope you don't mind some company.” said the woman.
“No. Not at all.” dismissed Meia, shrugging off her exercise clothes as Hibiki stripped next to her. “So, how is it?” she asked the older woman. Gasco settled into the tub.
“Well, the water is fine, but I'm guessing that you were referring to our progress.” she said. “Still bumping our way along, it would seem.” she answered. “This magnetic asteroid field is killing out time, and I bet that those big Motherships won't be bothered by something this small, either.” she announced. “We have to find a way to burst through soon, or we run the risk of being too late.”
Meia and Hibiki silently scrubbed down as they considered the words of the head of Register. Once they were clean, the two joined Gasco in the large tub. Hibiki leaned back, feeling the heat begin to relax his muscles. Moving his arm, he hissed as he felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder as a muscle cramped.
“Cramp?” guessed Gasco, noticing his reaction. Hibiki nodded.
“Hurts like crazy, too.” he muttered. He flinched when he felt a pair of hands on his arm. Gasco had turned toward him and was beginning to massage his cramped muscles. Kneeling right beside him, he noticed that her position put one leg behind the small of his back, and the other over his thighs. Her breasts were brushing his arm as she worked on his shoulder, and to his dismay, his dick was noticing and reacting.
“You really should get a massage after each workout until your body adjusts to the impacts.” noted the woman. Meia frowned.
“I should have realized that.” she murmured. “We'll have to start a half hour earlier to leave time for the massage.” she noted.
“Or, you could just tolerate some people being around when you take your bath.” pointed out Gasco. Meia's lips tightened immediately. “Or not.” dismissed Gasco. Meia moved over to the other side of Hibiki and began to massage his muscles from that side. Hibiki felt the cramp swiftly relax, and before he knew it, he was leaning back against the edge of the tub, smiling broadly as the two women swiftly but thoroughly finished the massage. Gasco smirked at her cards victim.
“What?” he asked her suspiciously. Gasco leered at him.
“I told you we might just change your mind about baths.” she reminded him of their conversation weeks before. Neither she nor Meia had moved from their positions, and Hibiki found that his arms had somehow managed to drape themselves over the two women's shoulders. His dick was also still at three-quarter stand from the contact between their bodies. Meia found her pussy growing warm as she kept sneaking peeks at the mostly-hard appendage.
Unknown to her, Gasco was also covertly watching the strange organ slowly pulse in the clear water. While she was the second oldest woman on the ship, she had not had the leisure to learn much about men. Even in the Mejerian space forces, there aren't many who could honestly claim to know about men. Compared to Misty, we're all a bunch of ignorant fools. thought the head of Reg. The memory of her time in the Mejerian military was a bitter thing for her, as she still blamed the Mejerian military system for the loss of her older sister. Much like the trouble in Meia's past, her own loss had pushed her into a partnership with Magno Vivian, the Captain of the Nirvana. Unconsciously, she bit down a little harder on the memory metal rod she habitually kept in the corner of her mouth.
Having been privy to the unedited truth from Misty, as well as being aware of what was going on with Misty, Dita, Hibiki, Jura, Meia and Barnette, she had to admit that her curiosity was piqued. It's not like there would be anything dangerous about it. she mused, remembering the way that Dita had been behaving lately. And it's not like I ever really bought into the `men are inhuman beasts' line they fed us all. she paused her mental monolog, knowing where this was going to lead her. The only thing really left to decide is if satisfying my curiosity will ruin the friendship I have with him. she realized.
Her musing and Meia's covert dick-watching was interrupted by the door to the baths opening and two engineers, a security girl and a trio of Service girls entering the bath. Hibiki blinked, realizing that he had overstayed the normal time he and Meia had been spending in the baths. The six girls at the door were half undressed before they realized that Hibiki was there. With a shrill cry, two of the three Service girls ducked behind their friends. The engineers just held their uniforms up and watched, and the security girl and the third Service girl glanced at each other, then at Meia and Gasco bracketing the man, shrugged and continued stripping off their uniforms.
“B…But there's a man in here!” squeaked the two cowering behind the other four as the security girl and the third Service girl stepped to the wash area and began to lather up.
“So?” replied the security girl blandly. “Miss Gasco is there, and so is Meia. What could he do with them here?” she reasoned.
“Besides, you hear what that Harvest Mothership said, right?” pressed the Service girl. “Men and women are both from Earth, and Misty showed us about men and women living together.” she said. Meia's eyes narrowed. Standing, she stepped over toward the girl.
“What do you mean, `showed us'?” she demanded suspiciously. The girl blushed, biting her lip as she tried to find a way out of this trap her slip of the tongue had landed her in.
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Misty, Dita and Meia were meeting in Misty's room. Meia had just finished filling the two in on what she had learned that morning. Misty had no reaction, which caused Meia to suspect that the girl might have hinted about doing such a thing to certain members of the crew. Looking to Dita, she saw the girl was as carefree as always. “This doesn't bother you, Dita?” she asked the girl.
“Why would it?” wondered Dita. “I mean, we're all friends, right?” she continued.
“Dita, they invaded your privacy without your permission.” pointed out Meia. There was an unwritten rule that you didn't intrude on a crewmember's room without permission. Dita frowned.
“Really?” she asked, as if that had never occurred to her. And knowing her, it probably didn't occur to her. thought Meia, smiling faintly in spite of herself. Dita was too honest and caring a person to be upset at. “Well, I'm sure they didn't do it to be mean!” she smiled, dismissing the topic. “They were probably just making sure that I was ok.” she decided.
“Or, they wanted to see what it was like to be with a man.” said Misty. The two Mejerians turned and looked at her.
“Misty, I think it's time you came clean with us.” said Meia flatly. Misty maintained eye contact with the ice-blue-haired Dread leader.
“In due time, Meia.” she side-stepped. Meia considered the girl carefully.
Seeing which way the girl's thoughts were going, Misty shored up her defenses. “The Captain, Gasco and B.C. have already had this talk with me.” she said. Meia's eyes stayed on hers.
“If you jeopardize my pilots or crewmates, I will deal with you personally. Clear?” she said, absently touching her energy ring. Misty nodded.
“Clear enough.” she said. “But I am not going to threaten them, Meia.” she added. “As a matter of fact, this is mostly for their own happiness.” she muttered. Yeah, having a conscious is a hell of a thing. “Or don't you find being with Hibiki to be enjoyable?” she teased. Meia's cheeks colored slightly at that jab. Dita noticed, of course.
“Meia, you should join us!” she exclaimed. “Misty has shown me lots of things to do that feel really good!” she continued excitedly. “And Hibiki loves them, too!” she added. Meia considered the nearly-bouncing in excitement red-head and the smug smirk on the face of Misty. Meia, you shouldn't let them… she thought.
“Like…what?” she asked, before blinking. I didn't mean that! Did I?
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Hibiki panted as he thrust in to Jura's wet sex from behind. The blonde was currently on her hands and knees on her bed, Hibiki kneeling just behind her, holding tightly to her waist as he pumped into her in what Misty had told him used to be called `doggie style' - though the reason for that eluded him. Beneath the sweat-slick blonde, Barnette was eagerly playing with the swaying breasts above her as her lips and tongue were busy with Jura's.
Feeling his nuts being to tighten, Hibiki stopped pumping in Jura, trying to prolong his second orgasm. Barnette had gotten his first, and Jura had demanded his second. For the life of him, he couldn't remember saying he would go to their room with the two, but here he was. And since I am here anyway… he thought, hearing Jura whine through the kiss with Barnette. Maybe I should try that thing that thing like I did with Misty and Dita… he thought. Leaning forward he whispered in Jura's ear. “Jura, want to try something new?” he asked her.
Jura broke the kiss with Barnette long enough to pant out “Do what you want, Hibiki, but do it now!” she commanded, teetering on the very edge of her orgasm. Hungrily, she thrust her tongue back into Barnette's mouth, moving one hand to her lover's breast, where she began to pinch and tug on the hard nipple. Hibiki eased back until his tip slipped free of her snug passage. Seeing that his tool was liberally covered with their mixed juices, he moved his tip into position and got settled.
Feeling where his tip had settled, Jura froze for a second. Unlike Barnette, she was less comfortable with things in her ass. Still, she didn't dislike it. Her previous orgasms were undermining her will, and the fact that Barnette had decided to fill her vacant sex with three fingers wasn't exactly helping her thought process any.
Settled in position, Hibiki began to push forward, feeling the woman's rear entrance tighten instinctively. Both Dita and Misty had been like that too, so he just continued to push, pause, push, pause, gradually stepping up the pressure in tiny increments as he did so. As he worked on getting the tip in, he kept feeling fingers brush his balls, and surmised that Barnette was at least knuckle-deep in Jura. Distracted by that thought, he pushed a bit harder than he meant to, and the fat, spongy tip popped through the ring of muscle.
A surprised scream ripped from Jura's mouth, but was swallowed by the green-haired girl's throat. With the small bit of pain was a significant feeling of warm fullness. Hibiki had paused when his tip had slammed into her backside, his own gasp downed out by Jura's sounds as he felt the vice-like grip of the blonde's ass. For a moment, he wondered if his erection would be crushed or not.
The steady, somewhat rapid pulsing of Hibiki's member in her ass began to relax Jura, as did Barnette's work on her breasts and pussy. She didn't realize it, but her grip on Barnette's nipple had tightened past the usual almost-rough point that her lover preferred. For her part, Barnette could feel the promise of a big orgasm building, and the extra pain from Jura's too-hard pinch did little to slow it down. As a matter of fact, her attention was on the blonde's pussy, which had soaked her hand to the elbow. Barnette pushed all four fingers into Jura's greedy passage, her thumb coming down on the erect clit as she did so.
Feeling the movement in Jura's pussy, Hibiki experimentally pushed forward, feeling Jura's anus tighten for a moment before relaxing a little, allowing him to gain some ground. Gradually, he worked half his length into her bowels. It was at the half-way point that he realized that the delay was costing him lubricant, as was the excessive clenching of her entrance. Hibiki silently debated rather or not he should pull out.
Barnette - through the haze of her approaching orgasm - felt Jura's body twitching, and she could hear and feel occasional odd sounds from the taller blonde. Years of being with her lover had attuned her to the non-verbal language that Jura's body spoke. Without thinking about it, she tugged her four completely soaked fingers out of Jura's passage, cupping them as she did so to trap a copious amount of Jura cum as did. Twisting her wrist, she seized the exposed length of Hibiki's member, coating it with a new coat of slick juice.
When Barnette's hot, slick hand seized his dick, Hibiki couldn't help but twitch in surprise. He had just reached the end of his stroke and was about to push forward again, and the unexpected touch made him jerk forward harder than he meant to. It was at this point that he discovered what Barnette had been doing. With the restored lubrication, he went balls-deep in one shot. The effects were immediately.
Jura arched her back, rearing back slightly as Hibiki's hips met her ass cheeks. An inarticulate sound of surprised pleasure spilled from her lips. “Ah!” she panted, drawing in a ragged breath. Hibiki began to pump her faster and faster. As he did, Jura fell back forward toward the waiting Barnette. “More!” she ordered before locking her lips to Barnette's lips. “Like that!”
After another stroke or two, Barnette withdrew her hand from the wildly plunging cock shaft and trailed her fingertips back down to slide playfully between Jura's slick, drooling nether lips. Finding that Jura was actually leaking from the excitement, Barnette decided to try a little surprise of her own.
Easing her fingers into Jura once more, she found that the pumping in Jura's ass was making her inner muscles work overtime. It was also apparent that Jura was about to have an orgasm the likes of which she had never had before. Now or never, thought Barnette hazily, swiping her thumb over Jura's clit once more before it joined her fingers at the entrance to Jura's sex.
Barnette had always wanted to see if Jura could take her entire hand inside her. Over the years that the two had been together, Barnette had discovered that - after some careful warm-up exercises - she could stretch enough to allow Jura to get her entire hand inside her sex. Since the first time she had experienced it, she had wanted to see if Jura could do the same, but Jura always held off short of a serious try. Now was the time for a serious try.
Forming her fingers and thumb in to a cone, she took a few shallow thrusts to make certain that she was aligned properly, then feeling Jura begin to tremble, she pushed forward firmly and didn't stop. Feeling the resistance as she tried to get her knuckles in, she almost gave up when her hand suddenly jerked past, her fingertips poking Jura's cervix. Against the back of her hand, she could feel the hard length of Hibiki in Jura's ass. For an instant, all she could feel was the hot, wet grip of Jura's passage. Then, Jura climaxed.
“Barnette…!” keened the woman, convulsing as the feeling of having a fist in her pussy and a dick in her ass sent her past any previous orgasm by a good light-year. Ten seconds later, she slumped forward, unconscious. Beneath her breasts, Barnette was surfing her own orgasmic ride. Slowly, weakly, pulling her hand from Jura's relaxed sex, she managed to get her arms around her lover before joining her in sleep. Wheezing like he had just run a marathon, Hibiki tugged his softening dick out of Jura's ass, releasing a small stream of cum. Shakily, he managed to find a small section of the bed to rest on.
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Hibiki and Jura checked their force field integrity as they bulled the Nirvana through the asteroid and magnetic fields toward Mejere and Tarak. It was the morning after his night with Jura and Barnette when he had gotten this idea. Using the nearly-impervious shield of Vandread Jura, he and the blonde could just go straight through the field, crushing anything that got in their way. He was a bit ashamed that he hadn't thought of it earlier.
“Hibiki?” came Jura's voice.
“Yeah? What?” he replied distractedly. Aboard the Nirvana, an anticipatory party was already under way, and he was eager to get down there and enjoy some of the food that Barnette and the Service staff had whipped up.
“What would you teach your kid?” wondered the blonde. Hibiki blinked at her.
“Huh?” was the intelligent reply to that. Jura moved her seat next to his and studied him intently.
“I asked you what you would teach your kid - assuming you had one.” she repeated. I don't know, but I think I might just have made it. she thought, mentally crossing her fingers. Hibiki frowned.
“I don't know, really.” he mused. Jura couldn't help but snort at that. “What?” demanded Hibiki suspiciously. Jura smiled at him, touching his hand briefly.
“You have changed a lot since you first joined us, Hibiki Tokai.” she said softly. Hibiki blinked.
“I…guess I have.” he agreed after considering the statement for a bit. Jura smiled at him again.
“So, are you and Dita going to make a baby?” she asked him. Hibiki blinked at her.
“Make a…what do you mean?” he wondered. Jura's green eyes narrowed at that obviously honest question.
“Oh, just thinking of the future.” she dismissed it easily. So, Misty hasn't told him all of it. thought the blonde. I wonder why? The chiming of their sensors diverted their attention, and before they knew it, they had separated and returned to the ship as they cleared the last of the asteroid and magnetic fields, entering the home system of their planets.
With his plate loaded with food, and Dita all but clinging to him, Meia and Misty next to the two, he considered that his life here was better than it had ever been on Tarak. Listening to the girls talk excitedly about the welcome they would get, he watched Parfet and Duero make the rounds, doing that `chat' thing that girls so loved.
It was only fitting that it was at this moment that things went to hell again.