It feels like losing an old friend, she sighs disappointed, then excuses herself before any questions she doesn’t want, or know how, to answer get asked. Back at her quarters she collects some fresh off-duty clothing and heads for the showers. She spends considerable time beneath the hot water, thinking about how this has been the second time she nearly died. It brings back a less happy memory of home, of that day now almost ten years ago when she nearly drowned. They had been out on the river, she had slipped on the boat’s deck, bumped her head, and hit the water unconscious.
When she came to again she had already been far below the surface, the cold and the darkness had closed in on her, and she had felt herself sink away into the Amur’s murky depths. Her strength had left her, she had given up, and then that scream had come from deep inside her soul, “Sókn! Fight!” And fought she had, and she had survived, by the skin of her teeth. Afterwards she had often wondered, the voice had been female, but it hadn’t been her own. And that first word she had screamed had meant nothing to her.
She had looked it up later, it was close to the ancient name of a town in Norway, it made no sense. And now she’s looked death in the face for a second time, and what a gruesome one this one had been. She shivers beneath the warm water, then her thoughts wander to Benjamin and the shivering stops. She feels she’s at an important crossroads in her life, and it all comes down to this one question; what to do with Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Arundel.
All her memories of him, and thus all their interaction, pass through her mind. With hindsight she realizes the medic had been right, there had been an amorous undercurrent, and he might well not have been aware of it either. What troubles her most though is how public it all has become, and how politically charged. Part of her feels pressured into something she doesn’t really want, or at least thinks she doesn’t want, and part of her feels.., aroused?
She moves a hand down between her legs, slips a finger between her labia, then moans surprised at the wetness she discovers. Why are you surprised, she thinks, You’re a healthy young woman, and the Lieutenant Commander, age difference aside, is really quite an attractive man. She closes her eyes, evaluating him in her mind. He doesn’t have the face of a 3dv-star, he’s more ruggedly handsome, and he’s big, and it’s all muscle.
She had felt it when he lifted her like she weighed nothing, and felt it again when she clung to him. His short cropped beard and long braided hair were part of this rugged handsomeness. She had never liked beards, nor long hair, on men, but the way he has his styled simply oozes masculinity. But will he feel the same physical attraction towards her? She remembers him calling her an angel, that first time they met, looks down at her full breasts, her flat belly, her narrow waist and flaring hips.
And she may not have eyes in the back of her head, but she’s well aware how good her round butt looks. Yeah, she thinks, he’ll feel the same, only a gay wouldn’t. But is he really in love with you? Helga swallows, decides to go look him up, it would be rude not too anyway. She needs to tell him she’s okay personally, and thank him for what he did for her. After the shower she first needs to grab some breakfast, then she needs to find him, and just see what happens.
***
The canteen is empty: exceptional considering there were three shifts all needing three meals a day. She just grabs some sandwiches and a Coke, and then retreats to her quarters again, already munching away, she doesn’t want to socialize before this thing with Benjamin is out of the way. ‘Benjy to my friends,’ she suddenly remembers him saying to her that first time they met. She smiles between bites, the cuddly name so doesn’t fit with his massive frame, and his warrior like appearance, it’s like naming your Rottweiler, Fifi.
When she arrives back at her quarters, First Lieutenant Elise Reeves is waiting for her. She swallows as she notices her face, it spells trouble. Her flight leader just nods at the hatch to her quarters. She opens the hatch and watches Elise walk inside, then follows her in closing the hatch behind her. Her superior turns towards her, her eyes are blazing, “If you ever drop out off formation again like that, Lieutenant Korobitsyna, I’m going to…”
Her flight leader stops talking, she blushes ashamed. The expression on Elise’s face changes, then she rushes up to her, hugs her close, “Fuck Helly, you scared the living daylights out of me, I thought…, I couldn’t even think about what was going to happen to you.”
Helga feels the small bag holding her remaining sandwiches and the can of coke slip from her fingers. The bag crashes to the floor, tears start running down her face, “I’m sorry,” she says, “It was stupid. I just… One of them was dropping back, trailing plasma, I thought…”
Elise lets go of her, stands back, locks eyes with her, “It was a ruse.., rookie bait…”
Helga nods, “Yes.., and I fell for it.” A memory surfaces in her mind, ‘You’re too impulsive, Lieutenant. You often leave yourself open to counter attack. Just realize some day you might not be wearing that flexsteel suit, and your opponent might not be of inferior skill.’ She closes her eyes for a moment, “Fuck, he even warned me.” Elise looks at her questioningly. “Benjamin, he warned me something like this might happen. And then I let it happen, and then he had to risk his skin to save me.”
Her flight leader sighs, “Did you learn something from it?” She nods, Elise reaches out and holds her arm, “When I went through basic training there was this old veteran instructor. Do you know what he told us?” She shakes her head, “He told us we were all going to enter combat with an empty bag of experience and a full bag of luck, and that the trick was to fill the bag with experience before emptying the bag with luck. You just used up a fucking lot of luck, so you better make sure you gained a fucking lot of experience too.”
After Elise left she picks up her dropped breakfast bag, and munches down the sandwiches, but wisely puts the, no doubt agitated, can of coke aside. When she’s finished she walks over to the quarters of the 37th which, due to the wings being hangar bay neighbors, are located just next door. Bumping into their officer of the watch she quickly learns Benjy is off-duty too, and that he isn’t in his quarters. “You could try the hangar bay,” the friendly officer advises, “he might be looking into the repair of his bird.”
So she heads out into the bay, and notices his damaged Hurricane sitting on the deck in the far corner. She walks over to it, but he is nowhere to be seen. His fighter has been cleaned, the soot is gone, leaving nothing but bare composites and metal. “That’s what you get from jumping inside the boundary – if you’re lucky,” a female voice sounds behind her.
She turns, surprised, to find one of the Royal Navy mechanics, “I thought it wasn’t possible at all,” she answers.
The blonde woman walks up to her, she’s a lieutenant too, “It depends on mass,” she explains, “fighters are so light they can sort of bend the rules. You need to be trained for it though.”
Helga frowns, “Oh, I didn’t know the Royal Navy trained its pilots for stuff like that.”
The woman grins, “We don’t, it’s way too dangerous, and in an unstable system it’s close to suicide.” Helga feels confused, and apparently shows it, “They trained pilots for it in the old days,” the woman says, “I’m talking centuries ago, but at some point they stopped doing it, simply because it cost too many craft, and pilots.”
That still doesn’t explain why Benjy was able to do it, “So where did Lieutenant Commander Arundel learn to do it then?”
The woman seems confused for a moment, then she smiles, “Oh, you don’t know. The Lieutenant Commander has been a popsicle for some time.”
Helga shakes her head, “A popsicle? What do you mean?”
The woman blinks, “Ah, it’s a term we use for people who have been in cryo.” She offers her a hand, “I’m Lieutenant Samantha Bergfalk by the way, the Lieutenant Commander’s crew chief.”
She accepts the offered hand, “Pleased to meet you Samantha, I’m…”
Samantha laughs, “I know who you are! Lieutenant Korobitsyna. The whole task force knows who you are.” Helga smiles shyly, Samantha grins, “Ah, you aren’t the extrovert type; good for you.”
“So why was the Lieutenant Commander, Benjamin I mean, in cryo?” she asks.
“He went MIA during the Battle of the Rift; he survived the destruction of the ship he was serving on, but his escape pod wasn’t picked up,” Samantha answers. “By chance it drifted into an inhabited system ten years ago or so, some local space trucker ran into it and brought Benjy home.”
The name of the battle rings a bell, it had been somewhere in all that Nordic military history information she had digested the past week. A feeling of awe descends on her, “That battle was over three centuries ago, wasn’t it?”
Samantha nods, “Yeah, before him the record stood at seventy eight years. The power cores in those old pods weren’t even supposed to last much beyond two hundred years.”
It’s an incredible story, “Awesome,” she reacts.
Samantha shrugs, “Imagine going to sleep, and waking up in a time where everything, and everyone, you ever knew or loved, is long gone.”
“Fuck,” Helga mutters.
“Yeah,” Samantha nods, “Not so awesome after all, isn’t it.”
She shakes her head, “No,” then looks at the Hurricane, “So this is how it looks if you don’t get it quite right jumping inside the hyper limit.”
The crew chief is silent for a moment, then slowly shakes her head “No, this is how it looks if you don’t get it right jumping inside the hyper limit of a normal star, and get lucky. When jumping inside the hyper limit of a messed up system like the one we just left behind, this is how it looks if you get it absolutely right.., and get lucky.”
Helga looks back at her confused, “But…”
Samantha interrupts her, “I just downloaded the navcomp memory, he didn’t even have a fucking jump solution, he just ‘winged it’. What he did, it isn’t possible.” The woman swallows, “My personal best guess is that he just didn’t want to live in a universe where you were either dead or suffering. If this unplottable hyper plot of his had been off by even a tad he would have pulled so much energy with him during re-entry the resulting blast would have atomized anything in its vicinity, including your disabled fighter.” Helga swallows, while Samantha grins, “You do the math, Lieutenant Korobitsyna…”
Helga blushes, then something else surfaces, offering an opportunity to change the subject. “You don’t age in cryo, don’t you?” she asks.
Samantha shakes her head, “Nope.”
Helga frowns, “I have been wondering why, with his obvious competence, he’s still only a lieutenant commander at his age.”
Samantha laughs, “Because he doesn’t want to be anything more than a lieutenant commander.”
She blinks, “You can decline promotion in the Royal Navy?”
Samantha smirks, “No, not normally, but it is the ‘Royal’ Navy…”
Helga looks confused, Samantha raises her eyebrows, “He’s an Arundel? Like in Queen Eydis Arundel?” They never used the Nordic Queen’s last name on the news, it was always just ‘Queen Eydis’. Her jaw drops, Samantha giggles, “You didn’t know? He was actually first in line for the throne when he went MIA.” Helga swallows hard, Samantha chuckles, “Don’t look so scared girl, he isn’t extrovert either, he keeps as much distance between himself and his royal roots as is humanly possible. When he re-surfaced it started this whole public discussion regarding the succession; he got his ass aboard the first Navy ship he saw and got the hell out of Dodge.”
Helga chews away at all the new information, “He must be lonely,” she thinks out loud.
Samantha shrugs, “His squadron is his family, yours truly included, but yes, on the private level, I guess he is.” The woman’s eyes sparkle, “What are you going to do about that, Lieutenant Korobitsyna?”
She blushes, “I.., I don’t know.., I haven’t seen him since.., I haven’t decided yet…”
Samantha winks, “Don’t overthink it, and better decide quickly, he’s just arriving back with the parts he went to fetch for me.”
***
Helga suddenly becomes aware of soft footsteps behind her, the sound of something getting put down on the floor, then he moves into view just besides her. “Lieutenant Korobitsyna… how are you feeling?”
She turns towards him, and smiles up to him, “I’m okay, thanks to you.”
He’s less than a yard away, their eyes have locked, and she watches his sapphire blue ones intently, all her earlier doubts vaporizing. He shrugs, “Just doing my job.”
She reacts without thinking, moves up against him, and puts her hands on his shoulders. “Liar,” she whispers, lifting herself onto the tips of her toes. He’s clearly surprised, Just follow your heart Helga, she moves a hand to the back of his head, tips her own head and pulls him towards her, then she kisses him. His lips are soft and warm; he kisses her back, it feels good, so she deepens her kiss, going full french on him.
His hands close around her waist, butterflies frolicking in her belly as her tongue dances with his, it feels so right. Suddenly he breaks away, leaving her breathless, “No,” he says, “I can’t, it isn’t right, you’re much too young for me.”
He pushes her away, holding her at arm’s length, still holding her by her waist. “I think I love you,” she whispers, looking up in his eyes, which have turned into swirling cauldrons of emotion.
His face softens, “No,” he answers, “You’re still suffering from emotional shock, mistaking gratitude for love.”
There’s pain in his eyes now, Yes, he loves you too.
His hands slip away, he steps back, and his eyes flicker between her and the crew chief, “I’m sorry ladies, I.., I have some business to attend too, please excuse me.”
He turns and walks away, she starts to reach out for him, to follow him, but Samantha’s hand stops her. “Don’t, not here, not now.” That’s when she notices all the faces looking their way. She turns, putting her back towards the hangar as tears start forming in her eyes. Samantha’s hand slides down from her shoulder, grabs her arm, and pulls her with her. They move behind the Hurricane, out of sight, “Don’t cry,” is the first thing she says to her, “You just took him by surprise.” Their eyes meet, and the crew chief cocks her head, “He just confirmed what I already knew, he loves you.”
Helga sniffles, “I know, I saw it in his eyes.”
The woman nods, “Centuries ago, when he was a young noble coming of age, he swore to the old warrior code, and he still lives by it. He believes what he just said, he thinks he would be taking advantage of you, of a woman he put under his protection, which doesn’t fly with that oath of his.”
Helga swallows, “So we are friends for life, but nothing more can come from it, is that it?” She can hear the pain in her own voice.
Samantha smiles, “Well, how certain are you, regarding those feelings you have for him?”
Helga takes stock, only to discover this gaping hole where up to only minutes ago her heart used to reside. “As certain as it gets,” she answers.
Samantha grins, “Then that same warrior code is going to be his downfall… You come with me; we have to talk, in private.”
***
They end up in the crew chief’s quarters. Helga is parked in one of the two comfy chairs present. “Whisky or Aquavit,” Samantha asks her.
She doesn’t know what Aquavit is, “Whisky, please.” Helga watches her fill two tumblers, “Isn’t it a bit early for this?” she asks as one of the glasses gets handed to her.
The crew chief grins, “Nope, you need one, and I’m happy to support you.”
She watches her lowering herself on the other chair, “And weren’t you on duty?”
Samantha shakes her head, “No, I was off duty too. Benjy got a new bird, and we are fixing his old one during the off hours.”
She nods, “I see,” then takes a good swig out of her glass. Her eyebrows rise, “Fuck, this is good stuff!”
Samantha grins, winks, “Off course it is! We keep the bad stuff for export to the federation, in between wars…”
Helga feels herself start to relax, “So, what do I do now?” she asks.
The crew chief leans forward, “What happened between you, after he carried you out of the hangar bay?”
She shrugs, “He dropped me off at sickbay. I was sleeping by the time he did, and I woke only a couple of hours ago, due to the sedative they gave me. I didn’t see him again until I was with you.”
Samantha nods, “So you don’t know exactly what happened when he dropped you off at sickbay?”
She blushes, “The medics showed him the way. One of them told me they had to pry my fingers loose because I refused to let go of him when he tried to put me down on the bed.” She hesitates, “The medic was a fleet doctor, they are all trained as shrinks too: she told me she thought he loved me, and that she thought I loved him too. That was what she got from the way both of us behaved apparently.”
Samantha grins again, then sits back in her chair, and thinks for a moment, “When you ask him directly, he can’t lie to you regarding his feelings for you. What holds him back is what he told you, that he thinks he’s taking advantage of you, which is something an honorable man, and certainly not a ‘knight in shining armor’ like him, would ever do. He can’t be really sure he’s taking advantage of you though, certainly not if you tell him he isn’t. That old warrior code he swore to also stipulates that by saving your life he became responsible for your well-being.
“But it’s actually much more than that, he did not just save you, he knowingly took absolutely impossible risks in order to do so. He really should have died, and he must have known it, which is a declaration of love if there ever was one. And then there’s still the whole public aftermath. With everyone watching he chose to carry you to sickbay, instead of letting the medics take you there on a stretcher, to end up sort of putting you to bed.”
“You can do that with a child, but not with a grown woman, without consequences. By doing that he as good as publicly claimed you. And then, just in the hangar bay, you accepted this claim he made by kissing him, and he accepted that kiss, before that chivalrous brain of his kicked in and he thought better of it. And it all happened in public again, it’s fucking 3dv romance stuff. Listen girl, he’s yours, you just have to reel him in.”
Helga swallows, “I.., I don’t want to force him.”
Samantha laughs, “Force him? You’ll be doing him a favor.” She leans forward again, “Listen, tonight, after blue shift has finished chow, he’ll be in his quarters. You just show up at his door, carrying an overnight bag. You’ll ask him, on his honor, if he loves you. Once he has confessed his love you tell him, on your honor, you love him too. And then you ask him why he first tried to die with you if he now wants to shred your honor and break your heart.” Samantha takes a good swig of her Whisky, and grins, “And then, girl, you move in for the kill, physically I mean. You bed him and make him forget all about warrior codes and age differences.”
Helga blushes fiercely, “I.., I’ve never.., I mean…”
Samantha frowns confused, then raises her eyebrows in surprise, “You haven’t been with a man yet…” Samantha looks her over, “Can’t have been for lack of male interest..,” she adds smiling.
Helga shrugs, “There just weren’t many boys my age where I grew up. At the academy there were plenty, but they were only interested in getting notches on their bedposts, and I didn’t play. After graduation… I have mostly been too busy to get really involved with someone.”
Samantha winks, “Well, you don’t want some fumbling inexperienced boy to be your first anyway… And believe me, once he finds out you’re still a virgin.., he’s yours for life.”
Helga looks up at her, “How, um, ‘experienced’ is he actually?”
Samantha smiles, “Don’t worry, you won’t end up a notch on a bedpost.” She thinks for a moment, “I have served with Benjy for almost nine years now, and as far as I know there have only been two women during that time. The first one was about five years back, the second one just over two years ago; neither of those relationships lasted more than a couple of months I think. And whenever the squadron went on shore leave, some innocent fun aside, he never got himself involved with the ‘ladies of the night’ either.”
Samantha’s face turns sad, “And before he got rescued…, well, he once told me he was engaged at the time he went missing in action. The girl he was engaged to never took another man, let herself be put into cryo the day he was officially declared killed in action, to wait for his return.”
“What happened?” Helga asks.
Samantha hesitates, “The cryo facility she was stored at.., it was on Grendel.”
Helga feels her blood turn cold, shakes her head, “No.”
Samantha nods, “It got vaporized when your people nuked the planet, just seven months before his escape pod finally got recovered.”
She realizes the pain that must have caused him, and feels tears start running down her cheeks, “No,” she whimpers, feeling her heart cringe.
Samantha gets up, and sits herself down on the wide armrest of Helga’s chair. She pulls her close, and hugs her, “God, you really do love him.”
Helga sobs, “The Federation killed her, after all that time, my people killed her. How can he not hate us, how can he not hate me? I don’t understand…”
She feels Samantha sigh, “This war combined with his previous ones, he’s been fighting for nearly two decades. And that first war he fought was the big one against the Scourge, where those nasty fuckers got as good as wiped out. He has seen horrors neither of us can even imagine, it puts things into perspective I guess.” It fits with what he had said that first time they met, Helga feels herself calm. “He once told me,” Samantha continues, letting go of her, “that all that time he slept in cryo, he dreamed she was sleeping next to him, that he slept with her for three centuries. He was a bit drunk at the time though.”
Helga wipes away her tears, “That’s.., that’s a rather beautiful thought.”
“It sure is,” Samantha smiles.
Helga straightens, “I want to sleep with him, tonight.” She swallows, “But if I show up at the 37th’s quarters with an overnight bag everyone will know why I’m there right?”
Samantha shrugs, “Probably.” She blushes again, Samantha chuckles, reaches out, places a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll be waiting for you at the hangar bay entrance to our quarters at 20:00 sharp, smuggle you in, alright?”
Helga sighs relieved, “Thank you Samantha.”
Anticipation
Back at her quarters Helga looks at the clock displayed on the wall mounted vid screen, it’s 14:17 ship time, almost six hours to go. It also shows the hyper countdown; sixty four hours until they come out of hyper again. Then they’ll re-charge for the last leg, into the battle zone. She had worried about it, about going to war, now she’s more worried about what’s going to happen in six hour’s time.
She first busies herself trying to decide what to wear. Her uniform and flight gear aside, though, she has only some leisure wear available. She really hasn’t a clue about what will be expected for an occasion like this either. She quickly checks her off-hours wardrobe; comfy leggings, trendy camo pants, T-shirts, sweaters, no dress or skirt in sight. And it doesn’t get any better where the underwear is concerned. It’s all ‘regulation’ stuff, comfy panties and sturdy bra’s, it’s all pretty prudish really, certainly not the stuff a ‘seductress’ would wear.
She blushes at the term; Helga the seductress… With the battlestar being home to over 18,000 crew there actually is a small shopping center on board, and it will no doubt have stuff on stock a seductress would like to wear. She doesn’t look forward to going shopping for stuff like that though: she can already imagine the knowing looks she’ll no doubt get. With the vid of her rescue having gone viral everyone will know for whom she’s buying the naughty underwear.
But that’s a hurdle to take when the time comes, if the time comes, anyway. She really hasn’t a clue when it comes to Nordic morals and customs after all. She doesn’t know what Nordic men like, and where they put the line between ‘exciting’ and ‘whorish’ for instance. The last thing she wants is to end up giving him the wrong impression. She sits herself at her small desk and links into the ship’s system, then starts browsing through the mountain of general info on the Nordic Empire the Nordicans had brought with them.
And so she learns that being prevented from serving at the sharp edge of the military isn’t the only exception to the generally pretty emancipated position of Nordic women. In general Nordic men are dominant inside the bedroom apparently, and most Nordic women like it that way. They like getting ‘ravaged’ by ‘manly’ men. And where it comes to naughty underwear those ‘manly’ men seem to mostly prefer no underwear at all.
Well, that at least spares me an embarrassing visit to the shopping center, she thinks. The part about Imperial men being dominant in the bedroom doesn’t faze her, it arouses her, and without any actual experience she wouldn’t know how to be dominant in the bedroom herself anyway. The only thing that bothers her is the ‘ravaged’ part, she’s still a virgin after all, and the idea of a man the size of Benjy getting ‘manly’ with her inexperienced body simply scares her.
Thinking it over though, she quickly realizes that he loves her and would never really hurt her, at least not beyond what’s apparently inevitable when you’re having your cherry popped. So she doesn’t need naughty underwear, but what to do with her upper clothing? Should she get herself a dress or something? That’s when another realization hits, He fell in love with a girl wearing a flight suit, he isn’t going to mind peeling such a suit off of you, nor anything else you might be wearing.
So she simply lays out one of her camo trousers and a nice cream sweater, and then decides, in the light of assumed Imperial male preferences, to reduce her normal underwear choice to just a pair of panties. Her girls don’t really need any support anyway, despite their considerable size. With the clothing issue resolved, and her knowledge regarding Imperial mating habits much improved, she hits the showers, again.
With the warm water soothing her nerves her thoughts wander to the sad love story she just heard. There is no doubt Benjamin was deeply in love with this girl he had, in some way, been engaged to for three centuries. On some level she worries she won’t be able to fill the huge gap she must have left behind, and wonders if that has been the reason those two earlier relationships he has had since he got rescued hadn’t lasted.
But what worries her even more is that she somehow can’t escape the feeling she’s intruding. They were deeply in love, and didn’t part freely: they were torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. She knows it’s ridiculous, but somehow she can’t shed the feeling that she’s stealing another woman’s man. The other side of the story, of course, is that no one deserves, and probably needs, her love as much as Benjamin does.
And if she really loved him as much as you think she did, she will want for him to be happy, for you to love him to bits. That last thought especially strengthens her resolve to succeed, to make him hers. She meticulously grooms herself, which mainly comes down to removing all the hair below her neck except for a small ‘landing strip’ on her pubis. On the way back to her quarters she goes by the wing’s mess room to score a couple of sandwiches.
She doesn’t want to join her mates for dinner, to avoid being asked questions she doesn’t know or want to answer just yet. Once back at her quarters she applies some make up, just a light touch here and there, as usual. It’s close to 19:00 by now, she downs the sandwiches she picked up at the mess room earlier, despite not really being hungry. She’s simply too nervous and, as she suddenly realizes, very aroused.
She unzips her pants and slides a hand inside the front of her panties, checks herself, and comes up blushing. Fuck, you’re almost dripping. She cleans herself with some tissues, changes into a fresh pair of panties, adding a small sanitary towel, just to be sure. Feeling clean again she prepares her overnight bag. By the time she’s finished it’s almost time to leave, but before leaving she gets out her prized little bottle of Shalimar, applying the perfume with discretion, and maybe some indiscretion too.
***
Arriving at the hangar bay a couple of minutes before 20:00 Helga’s relieved to find Samantha already waiting for her.
The pretty crew chief throws her a warm smile, then hooks her arm and leads her down the corridor towards the 37th’s quarters “That’s a very nice perfume, and very exotic,” she remarks, “What is it?”
Helga smiles back, her nervousness quickly dissipating, “It’s Shalimar, a classic French perfume.”
“I didn’t notice it on you before,” Samantha says, grins, “I also didn’t notice you going bra-less before either.”
Helga blushes, “Is it that obvious?”
Samantha chuckles, “Don’t worry, only for the observant onlooker.”
She brings her arms up beneath her breasts, restricting their movement beneath the sweater, “I read somewhere the underwear Nordic men like most is no underwear at all.”
Samantha laughs, “That’s correct, most do, you came well prepared I see.”
They end up at a place she has been to before, “Your quarters?” she asks surprised.
Samantha nods, and winks, “Yes, we are going to add some finishing touches first, if you don’t mind…”
Helga shrugs, “If you think it’ll help.” She follows Samantha in, and finds herself parked in the middle of the room. Her mentor takes a couple of steps back and studies her. Helga sounds apologetic, “My military kit aside, I only have leisure clothing like this.”
Samantha grins, ‘Doesn’t matter, I have something much better for you anyway.”
Helga raises her eyebrows, the crew chief is half a head taller than her, as are most Nordic women. “You have something that’ll fit me?” she asks doubtful.
Samantha nods, “Yep, so get out of those comfy clothes: we’re going to make sure the man hasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell once he has laid eyes on you.”
Helga blushes, Samantha grins, “No need to be shy girl, I have a pair of those too you know.” Helga slips out of her sneakers, grabs the hem of her sweater and removes the garment over her head. Samantha whistles, “My girl, I have a nice pair too, but those are perfection, Benjy is a lucky man.” Helga blushes again, then unbuckles and drops her camo trousers and steps out of them. “You only went half-way I see” Samantha chuckles, then she frowns, looking down at her panties, “Are you having your period? That might complicate matters a bit.”
Helga blushes fiercely, she had all but forgotten about the sanitary towel. “Erm, no, you see, I was sort of, erm, leaking a bit.”
Samantha blinks, then laughs again, “Oh my, no need to bring the lube then.” She feels awful, Samantha reaches out and touches her cheek, “No need for embarrassment honey, you’re hot for him, that’s perfect.” She watches her move away and pick something up from the little desk. It’s a garment of sorts, Samantha unfurls it in front of her. It’s a sort of sleeveless dress in what looks like white cotton, and it’s entirely open from the sides, basically just a rectangular cloth with a center hole in it, she gasps. “Put it on,” Samantha says,” handing it to her.
She does as asked, then Samantha reaches around her, placing a thick cord around her waist, then tightening it and knotting it on top of her right hip. The soft garment covers her to halfway down her thighs, the deep V front revealing a lot of cleavage, and the open sides a lot of side boob. “It’s a camisk,” Samantha says, stepping back from her and taking her in, “It covers me to just below my pussy, on you it’s just a bit too long, but it will work just fine.”
Helga swallows, “It doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and it offers no protection at all,”
Samantha chuckles, “That’s the whole intention honey, it invites a man to physically explore.
Helga looks at the hatch with trepidation, “I can’t go out there like this!”
Samantha laughs again, “You’ll be wearing a robe over it, silly girl!” The mentioning of a robe calms her, Samantha nods in the direction of her dressing table, “Now get your butt on that stool, we’re not finished yet.” The next half an hour or so Helga watches Samantha braiding her long dark hair into a spectacularly intricate work of art in the mirror. When she’s ready she moves a smaller hand mirror around her back, showing her the result: Helga’s speechless, never in her life has she looked as stunningly beautiful as this.
“Yeah,” Samantha says, “You’re drop dead gorgeous, like I said; the poor bastard won’t stand a chance.” Samantha gestures her to rise, she stands, “Now turn for me.” Helga makes a three sixty. Samantha nods, “Perfect, now get out of those awful panties and you’re ready to conquer.”
She blushes, “I might leak,”
Samantha cocks her head, “And do you really think him seeing your excitement for him dripping down your legs will work against you?” Samantha moves over to the small desk area again while Helga removes her panties, returns with a small package, and presents it to her.
It looks like a fluffy white towel in a clear wrap, marked ‘Helga’ in nicely calligraphed blue letters. She accepts it, “Erm, thank you. That’s a nice towel.”
“It’s a very special towel,” Samantha says in a mysterious tone, “It has been treated with something that preserves stains…” It takes a moment for the penny to drop, then she blushes fiercely. “It’s an old tradition,” Samantha continues, “you place it beneath you before..,”
“Before he pops me.” Helga finishes for her.
Samantha nods, “For an old fashioned guy like him, it’s the mother of all gifts. Not as a tool for bragging, not for public consumption at all, but to relish and worship in private for the rest of his life.”
She looks down at the wrapped towel, her eyes becoming misty, ‘Where.., How..,”
Samantha shrugs, “It’s an old tradition, but the towels are still in the quartermaster’s inventory. It was getting your name on it at short notice that proved to be a real son of a bitch,” she grins, “until I mentioned the exact name I wanted printed on it that is.”
Helga hugs her tightly, “Thank you Samantha. Thank you so much for everything.”
Samantha walks over to her desk, activating the com screen. A couple of quick finger movements later the connection opens, seconds pass, “Yes, Benjy here?” his voice gives her goose bumps.
“Hi Benjy, it’s Sam, I have something for you, if you aren’t too busy.”
A short silence, “You want to share a bottle of Scotch again? Only if you promise to tell me the name of the asshole this time, so I can kick his butt for hurting my favorite crew chief.”
Samantha chuckles, “No, you big ape, nobody broke my heart this time, it’s something else, but at least as important.”
Another short silence, “You really have me curious now. I’m working on some squadron paperwork, but it’s nothing that can’t wait. Your place or mine?”
Samantha winks at Helga, “Your place.”
“Okay,” she hears Benjy answer, “See you in five.”
Helga puts the towel on top of her cloths inside her overnight bag, feeling anxious again. She next puts on the robe Samantha hands her, then picks up the bag. When she looks up again Samantha is already waiting for her by the hatch, she uses her free hand to draw the bathing robe closed. “Benjy’s quarters are nearby,” Samantha says, “It’s not unusual to run into people in bathing robes around this time, should we run into people just keep me between them and you and they probably won’t even notice you..” Helga sighs, and nods. “Ready?” the crew chief asks.
“Yes,” she answers, feeling wetness between her labia, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
The Lovers
Benjy’s quarters are indeed only a short walk away. They meet no one on the way, and she finds herself standing in front of his hatch in no time. Samantha pecks her cheek, “Good luck Helga,” she says, then hits the com button next to the hatch.
“Yeah, come in,” his voice sounds. The hatch slides open, she hesitates, a hand firmly pushes against her back. Helga half stumbles inside his quarters: they are bigger than hers, or Samantha’s. She finds him standing at his desk, his back towards her. The hatch closes behind her, “So what brings…” he starts, while turning around.
He stops mid-sentence, “Hi Benjamin,” she says, dropping the bag, and then her robe.
“Helga, I…”
“Do you love me?” she interrupts him. He hesitates, “On your honor,” she adds.
He blushes, “Yes, I love you, but…”
“I love you too,” she interrupts him again, “On my honor.” He looks lost, she closes on him, “And no, I’m not mistaking gratitude for love.” She stops in front of him, locking eyes with him: he’s clearly in turmoil, “You can’t declare your love for me, by trying to die with me, and then, when I accept you, shred my honor and break my heart. You can’t be so cruel.”
He swallows, “I didn’t..,”
“On your honor?” she interrupts him again.
“I just wanted to save your life,” he tries.
She nods, “And if you failed, you didn’t want to live anymore.”
He swallows, his eyes soften, “Yes, sort of…”
She puts her hands on his hips, “I’m twenty three, I’m a grown woman, and I don’t give a shit about you being a bit older. I love you, and I only care about what you feel for me.” With that she rises onto her toes for the second time that day, cocks her head and places her lips on his. He kisses her back, like he had before, but this time he doesn’t stop. She feels an arm moving around her back, while their tongues dance around each other, then the hand belonging to his other arm slides inside the front of the camisk.
He gently cups one of her breasts, then the other one; his fingers move up it, circling a nipple. He comes up for air, “Oh god,” he moans.
She kisses his neck, “No ‘god’, just a nice pair of tits, your tits.” The hand connected to the other arm now slides beneath the camisk too, closes on a butt cheek, and another moan escapes him. “All yours now, she breaths in his ear,” really starting to appreciate this rather naughty piece of Nordic clothing Samantha provided. He pulls her close, and starts kissing her head, her face, while his strong fingers softly massage the firm flesh of her breasts and buttocks. She can feel what must be his erection press against her belly, and her own juices starting to wet the insides of her thighs.
She pushes away from him, “I have something for you.” He lets go, she turns and walks back to where her overnight bag is resting on the floor. She picks it up and takes out the shrink wrapped towel, before dropping the bag on a nearby chair, then walks back to him. He looks at her questioningly as she hands him the small package, then looks down and studies what she has given him.
She watches his eyes go wide, then they fly up, lock with hers, “Helga, I.., I don’t know…”
She tiptoes up and kisses his cheek, “I never dreamed I would be giving my virginity to someone as deserving of it as much as you. To someone who loves me as much as you do. To someone I love as much as I do you.” One of her arms has closed around him, the hand of the other has found the front of his pants. She can feel he’s big, bigger than what she believes to be average for a man. “Will you be gentle with me, my first time?” she whispers up at him, her hand rubbing his erect cock.
His arms close around her, pulling her close, “Of course,” he whispers, “but the first time.., it’s never painless.”
She smiles up at him, “Experience speaking?”
He blushes deeply, “Yes, you’re going to be my second virgin.” A hand rubs her back, “It was a long time ago,” he adds, sounding apologetic.
Her own hands start caressing his sides, she rubs her cheek against his chest, “Centuries ago?”
“Yes,” he answers, clearly surprised.
“Samantha told me about your fiance, about how you dreamed she slept with you in cryo, and about how it all ended.” Tears well up in the corners of her eyes, a faint sob escapes her, “And it was my people who did that to you – I’m so sorry.”
A faint thud reaches her ears, then his hands lift her face toward his. He wipes her tears away with his thumbs, then kisses her lips, “It happened, it was not of your doing, it was the war.” He lowers his head a bit more, nuzzling, then kissing the nape of her neck. “I’m not going to lie to you, she was the love of my life. But you have her eyes, her sweetness, her.., I can’t even describe it. You make me feel whole again, for the first time since I lost her. You’re different, but you’re also the same. You’re you, but you are also her. And you’re funny, and smart, and beautiful, and I so don’t deserve you.”
She reaches up and pulls his head closer, “Not so, you very much deserve me,” she whispers, then kisses him deeply. His hands slide down her back, squeezing her naked butt beneath the camisk, as she grinds her abdomen against him in response. She feels hot, she feels loved, she feels her desire for him run down the inside of her thighs. Her hands move down, her fingers fumbling nervously with the release of his combat trousers. A soft click announces her success; she slips her fingers beneath the waistband, pushes down, and feels his pants drop away.
Her hands are on his briefs now, then they are inside the stretchy fabric, over his hairy muscular butt. She squeezes his buttocks like he is squeezing hers, then moves one of her hands to the front. His shaft feels thick and hot beneath her fingers. He moans inside her mouth as she first rubs him, then reaches down and cups his scrotum. His balls feel big inside her small hand; she squeezes them softly, as her lips let go of his, “Make a woman out of me,” she moans softly, “your woman. Claim me with your seed.”
He chuckles, “I’m going nowhere girl, with my trousers around my ankles, and my boots still on…”
She looks down, and giggles, “Oops.” She lets go of him and drops down without thinking, kneeling in front of him. Lifting his trousers out of the way she unties his laces, then helps him out of his boots, and his pants. When she straightens herself she finds herself eyeing the bulge in his briefs, close up. He chuckles again, “Well, since you’re helping me out of my clothes already…” She swallows, reaches out and places her hands on his hips, then hooks her fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slowly starts pulling them down.
The front catches his erection, so she slides her fingers along the waistband to the front, and frees him. His cock springs up towards her face, the tip grazing her cheek. In a reflex she leans back, letting go of his briefs, which slide down his thighs, but she only sees his erection. She freezes for a moment, not knowing what to do. His voice sounds softly, “You’ve never even…” she shakes her head. He steps out of his briefs, his fingers caressing the top of her head, tracing the braids. “Go on then,” he whispers, “He’s all yours now, and he doesn’t bite.”
She reaches out slowly, her fingers touching the thick-veined shaft for the second time. She knows the average size is about six inches; he looks closer to eight, but not as large as some she had seen in porn 3dv’s a couple of times, he also doesn’t look fully erect yet. “You’re big,” she says, her voice thick with a mix of anxiety and arousal. Her fingers slide up the shaft, towards the still half-covered glans, a drop of clear fluid gleams wetly at its top.
When she’s just an inch from the head she lets her fingers slide around him, he’s thick too, and her fingers aren’t able to reach fully around: there’s a wide gap between the tips of her thumb and middle finger. She slowly pulls down on him, gently, watching the large head getting uncovered. It looks like a plum, a fat light purple plum. She pulls it towards her, he smells musky: gravity makes the drop of fluid on the tip move. It starts to separate from the head, dangling from it. She acts without thinking. Her tongue darts out, licks the drop up, it tastes salty, not unpleasant.
He trembles, groans, her eyes fly up, “Did I hurt you?” she asks concerned.
He chuckles, “No, you didn’t ‘hurt’ me. I just didn’t expect a virgin to do what you just did.”
She’s still holding him, smiles, then moves her head down again, opens her mouth wide and takes him in. She closes her lips around the shaft: his flesh feels hot, and she swirls her tongue around the head. He groans again, much more loudly now. His taste overwhelms her, in a good way, she feels warmth spread, from her pussy, from her breasts, arousing her. She takes him in deeper, feels his cock throb, and realizes she’s feeling his pulse, the beating of his heart.
The intimacy of it rocks her, arouses her even more, and she lets her tongue swirl around him, slowly bobbing her head. He becomes rock hard, and even bigger, then he groans out loud again, as his hands move down, on top of her ears, and he pushes her back, away from him, until he slips out of her mouth. She looks up at him, to find he’s looking down at her, his eyes large, “Did I do something wrong?” she asks uncertainly.
He shakes his head, “Wrong? Fuck no… You’re amazing. It was just… You were about to make me cum.”
She blinks, “You don’t want to cum?”
He looks surprised, “No, I just didn’t want.., I was thinking of you.”
She smiles shyly, “I was planning on staying the night… You’ll be able to get it up more than once, I hope?”
He just nods, and she drops her head again, starting to draw him in again, but he stops her. She looks up, and watches him remove his sweater over his head, uncovering his upper body. He looks down, smiling, “Then let’s do this properly.” He moves backwards, towards the bed, his wet, glistening cock swaying, gesturing her to follow him. She gets up, as he sits himself down on the edge of his bed. She walks up between his spread knees, and starts to kneel down again, “Not yet,” he says, then starts to untie the sash of her camisk.
It slips from her waist, “Now let me look at you,” he says softly, his voice thick. She removes the garment over her head, hearing him suck in air as she bares herself to him. Her eyes meet his again, “God you’re beautiful.”
She lets her fingertips slide over his chiseled chest, “You aren’t exactly ugly yourself…”
She sinks down on her knees in front of him, letting his hands caress her head, “And your hair,” he says, “did Samantha braid it?”
She nods, “Yes, she did, do you like it?”
He shakes his head, “Like it? I love it. It makes you even more beautiful than you already were.”
She smiles shyly at the compliment, then places her hands on his knees and drops her head down towards his cock again. A groan rewards her as she sucks him in between her lips again. She starts bobbing her head, sucking softly, her tongue dancing around him. He groans, she now hears the pleasure in it: it feels good to pleasure him. She tries to take him deeper, but gags every time he hits the back of her throat. She comes up, lets him slide out of her mouth, “I’m sorry, I can’t manage all of you inside my mouth, like those women in 3dv porn do.”
He chuckles softly, “There’s no need, what you’re doing feels great already.”
She looks up at him, “But I want to…”
He caresses her upturned face, “That’s sweet, and I expect it would be wonderful, but let’s keep that for another time.”
Helga lowers her head and sucks him inside her mouth again, starting fellating him again, with passion. Within minutes he’s moaning loudly, and the taste of his pre-cum gets much stronger. She moans too now, as she feels wetness drip down the insides of her thighs. “I’m going to cum Helga,” his voice dripping excitement. She can feel him swell a bit, he must be close. His hands come down on her head, softly pushing her away from him. She resists, brings her own hands up and grabs his wrists, pulling his hands away from her head.
Only the head is still inside her mouth as she clamps her lips down behind it, swirls her tongue around the swollen organ. His body suddenly jolts, and she feels a strong jet of hot sperm erupt inside her mouth, coating everything. A second eruption follows, and his sperm starts to fill her mouth. She starts to swallow quickly, letting go of his wrists, grabbing his cock and cupping his balls, as a third jet of hot cum fills her mouth. She masturbates him, softly massaging his convulsing scrotum; a fourth jet erupts, then a fifth, he groans, and she moans, swallowing desperately to keep up with him.
The sixth jet is less powerful, the seventh only a feeble attempt to produce even more seed. She swallows, lets go of his shaft and takes him in deep again. He trembles, “Oh god, you’re killing me!” He shakes a couple more times, just droplets now. She swirls her tongue around him a last time, then moves her head up slowly, sucking softly, until the head slips out past her lips. She looks up, licks her lips, his eyes are large, he closes them and drops back on the bed, his arms spread wide, “Oh god,” he moans, “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
His cock is softening; she watches it for a moment, then drops her head again and plants a soft kiss on the tip. He moans loudly in response, then comes up again, the look in his eyes tells her everything she wants to know, she smiles shyly, “You liked?” He doesn’t answer, but reaches out, holds her beneath her armpits and simply lifts her up from the floor. He’s so strong, she giggles as he drops her on the bed besides him. He next positions her, lengthwise, high up in the bed, with her head on top of the pillow.
He’s kneeling next to her on the bed now, and locks eyes with her, as his right hand reaches for her face. He lets his fingers caress her cheek, then move slowly down, to her chin, her neck, her collar bone, the curve of her left breast. She moans softly as he circles the erect nipple, then his hand comes fully down, cupping the side of her soft breast, his fingers sinking into her firm flesh, while his thumb comes down on top of her nipple and softly rubs it. She moans with pent up desire, his taste still strong in her mouth.
He lets go of her breast, and traces his fingers down to her belly, circling her navel before sliding further down through the soft curls on her pubis. Her core feels liquid; she arches her back, and opens her thighs in anticipation, whimpering softly. He teasingly brushes her slightly parted labia, before his fingers slide to the side to caress the wet inside of her thigh. “God you’re so wet,” he whispers, “so wet for me.” He moves his head down towards her abdomen, letting her feel his warm breath on her labia, on her exposed and erect clit, she trembles, and whimpers out loud.
Then he lowers his lips onto her, softly kissing her labia. His tongue spreads them further open, then circles the hard little nub feeling it pulse against his probing. Pleasure surges through her belly, she’s so wet, and loves how he’s tasting her, like she had tasted him. His tongue slides down between her labia, all the way down to her opening, then darts inside. Her hands move up to her breasts of their own accord, and when her fingers rub her nipples, she feels on fire. The tongue retreats, “You taste sweet,” he whispers, “as sweet as honey.”
He moves on his knees between her parted legs, making her moan aloud. He slides his hands between her spread thighs, sliding them along the soft skin as he moves them up beneath her buttocks, lifting her and spreading her thighs open wide in the process. She’s totally exposed to him now, yet feels no shame, because everything he sees is his. The tongue returns, teases her opening, then slides up between her labia. She trembles in anticipation, but he moves slowly, teasing her. The tip of his tongue just grazes her bud, and she lifts herself, trying to force him to lick her. Then, relieved, she feels him circle her clit again, as he pushes against the little hood, fully exposing her throbbing little nub.
His tongue wiggles around it pressing underneath and making it throb and jump. She gasps aloud as pleasure blossoms. He laps at it: pleasure builds and builds, surging through her, then he closes his lips around it, sucking softly, drawing it against his tongue which he uses to rapidly flick the erect button. The hair on his chin tickles her; her vision blurs as the building wave of pleasure finally crests and surges through her, making her body spasm as she cums wailing. Her hands are on his head now, pulling him tight against her core, while she writhes in his arms as wave after wave of raw pleasure surges through her.
It is all too much. Her fingers close on his ears, and she starts to push away, still wailing. He doesn’t budge, just slowly reduces the pressure, licking her ever more softly, until she feels only his breath still on her. The shuddering stops and her muscles slowly relax, she wants to say something, but only manages to produce a soft mewling sound. He lowers her gently, then moves up on top of her. She desperately puts her mouth on his, communicating with a kiss the words she’s isn’t capable of forming.
***
She tastes herself on him as they kiss for an eternity, then he rolls off her onto his side, and lies next to her. She rolls onto her side too, facing him, and reaches out for his face, her fingers caressing his short beard. “I never imagined real sex would be this good,” she whispers.
He smiles softly, “I was just trying to do something for you that was as good as what you did for me.”
She blushes, “I feel insecure, you are my first: I can hardly believe I pleasured you as much as you did me…”
He chuckles, “What part of ‘I’ve died and gone to heaven,’ didn’t you get?”
She kisses his face, “Thank you.”
He caresses her face in return, “Up to now you’re doing great.”
She cuddles up against him, “Samantha also told me who you are…” She feels herself blush again, “Please don’t think I’m warming your bed because you’re royalty. I fell in love with a Benjamin, not with an Arundel.”
He smiles, “Do you know who also told me that, long time ago?”
She shrugs, “Your fiance?”
He nods, “Yes, she was much like you, she didn’t just have your eyes, she had your character too. She didn’t get engaged to me because of who I was but despite who I was. Her name was Alfhild, and she was about your age when I last saw her. It’s so long ago, but it still sometimes feels like it was just yesterday. She was from Bjorgin, on Noregr, a wild pearl of a planet if there ever was one, and so was she.”
The name of the planet rings a bell, the Nordic culture harbored a warrior cult, but it also harbored a mystic cult, and Noregr was the planet linked to the latter. “Noregr is the planet of the mystics, isn’t it?” she asks.
His eyebrows rise, “Yes, it is, you surprise me!”
She smiles, “I have been reading up a bit on Empire history. Some people in your society seem rather convinced that this mystic business is real…”
He chuckles, “Yes, but like most Nordicans, I’m a skeptic.”
Something in his eyes tells her that isn’t the whole truth, “But?” she asks.
His eyebrows rise again, he smiles “You read me like a book, another thing you and Alfhild have in common.” He hesitates for a moment, “I have never believed in all that mystic mumbo jumbo, but Alfhild did. She once told me ‘Seidr’ was strong in her, that’s a kind of magic that’s supposed to be about shaping the future. It is all nonsense of course, but still…”
She lifts her eyebrows in return, he sighs, “She put herself into cryo, indefinitely, to wait for the return of an, officially, dead man. And I don’t believe she would have done that if she hadn’t been convinced I was still alive. And the only way she could have known I was still alive… It is that single little fact that can bring a whole world of logic crashing down. But maybe I’m wrong, maybe she was just desperate, maybe she did act on nothing but hope.”
Helga still feels she hasn’t heard all of it, “And?”
He chuckles, “God damn, I’m never going to play poker with you girl!” He thinks for a moment, “I have seen her a couple of times, in my mind. The last time was just before I made that jump to save your butt. I was thinking of you, and then your face morphed into hers, it was so real, I could even smell her, and then she smiled. It was just as if she was saying ‘go for it’. And when I did I felt.., as if guided by something, like I was feeling my way through hyper” He frowns as realization dawns, “That’s what has been bugging me since you entered! You smell different from usual, you smell like she did.”
Helga smiles, “I’m wearing my special occasions perfume…”
He smiles back, “Good choice, I love it. But anyway, dreaming she was with me in cryo, the face thing, it’s all in my mind. I wouldn’t be surprised if it is all caused by me having spent three centuries in the freezer.” He kisses her, long and deep, a hand on her hip, drowning her thoughts in renewed lust and desire. He lets go of her mouth, kisses the nape of her neck, then moves up to her ear “Are you ready for round two?” he whispers, “Are you ready to become a woman? Because I’m ready to turn you into one…”
He starts nibbling her ear, there’s this butterfly ball in her belly; just the thought of him deflowering her makes her pussy liquefy. She reaches down, her fingers find him hard and ready, she moans softly, “I’m ready to become YOUR woman.” His lips move down her neck, to her collarbone, to her breasts, nibbling all the way. She rolls on her back for him, moaning loudly as his lips find her still hard nipple, as his tongue comes out to play too.
He sucks her entire nipple inside his mouth, bathes it in warmth, making her coo softly, her hands finding his head, her fingers playing with his braids. He moves over to her other nipple, licking, nibbling, sucking, cooing becomes whimpering. She feels her legs opening, so eager for him, his head moves up, her hands slipping off. She watches him reach out, then the shrink wrapped towel is in his hands, the plastic creaks as he rips it away.
He unfolds the towel, it is maybe two feet square, “Now lift your butt for me, my love,” he whispers. She moans with anticipation as she pushes her hips up, as she feels him spread the white cloth beneath her. “Lower yourself,” he whispers: she feels the soft fabric caress her backside, “Perfect.” Next he rolls on top of her, carrying his upper body on his hands, her thighs come up as she opens herself wide in response, eager to be taken.
“Do you realize the significance of this?” he whispers. She shakes her head, he lowers his, kisses her temple, “You can accept a ring around your finger many times in a lifetime, but this, this is a gift you can give only once, this is a gift for a lifetime, this is for ever… And you are giving it to me.., I promise you, I’ll be yours for as long as we both live.
Helga moans softly, “I want for you to be both my first, and my last.”
His face comes up, “I love you, now place your hands behind your knees and spread as wide as you can for me.” A soft groan escapes him as she does as asked, “Yes, my love, surrender your virginity,” he whispers. He shifts his weight onto his left hand, reaches down with the right, then moves up a bit. She feels the head brush her labia, then slowly spread them. He rubs himself up and down her dripping wet slit, lubricating himself with her juices, then rubs the head around her throbbing clit.
She shudders, moaning loudly, “Please, take me, deflower me, fuck me.” The head slides ever so slowly downwards, to stop at her opening. Helga moans loudly with anticipation as he eases himself softly forward. His tip spreads her labia open, gently starting to enter her virgin passage. She feels herself stretch around him as the head moves inside her opening. It doesn’t hurt, until he gets far enough to press against her hymen, and then it does hurt. She whimpers softly.
“Look at me,” he whispers above her, “look me in the eyes as I make you mine.” Her eyes focus on his face, finding his, and their eyes lock. “There you go,” he whispers, his hips bucking, driving in an inch or two. There’s a sharp stab of pain, making her wail softly, as his face lowers towards hers. His hips stop moving, their lips meet and he kisses her deeply. After the sharp stab the pain becomes a faint lingering one, then it dissipates entirely.
She feels his hips starting to move again, as he slowly starts to fuck her, sinking deeper inside her. She feels herself stretch, feels the walls of her pussy retreat before him as she surrenders herself to him, she moans loudly inside his mouth. Ever deeper he sinks, until there’s another, much softer, stab of pain, just before their pubic bones meet. His tongue retreats, and their lips disengage; she can feel his balls press between her spread buttocks. She feels full: she has taken all of him, and a lustful moan escapes her.
He pauses for a moment, then slowly twists his hips, rubbing himself against her throbbing clit. She can feel his pulse through his cock; he keeps twisting, rubbing, and warmth starts to spread through her, then that warmth becomes heat. She starts to shudder, then her pussy clamps down on him as she cums, wailing again. He waits for her orgasm to subside, then pulls all the way back and starts to fuck her slowly with long deep strokes. Holding himself up on both hands again, he drops down on his elbows, increasing the weight pressing down on top of her, his chest rubbing against her hardened nipples.
At first there’s a faint stab of pain every time he bottoms out inside of her, they soon turn into little stabs of pleasure; a delicious reminder that she’s taking all of him, and that he’s filling her entirely. Soon she feels another orgasm approaching, and he groans with pleasure as her pussy starts to clench around him. A wave of hot pleasure rushes through her again, as she comes screaming, much longer, harder, and all-consuming this time. He stays deep in her, groaning softly, until she comes down again, then he lengthens his strokes once more.
He’s moving faster now, more urgently, more powerfully. She feels this incredible need, this need to feel him empty himself deep inside her. His cock starts to swell, stretching her even further, and he groans even louder now, staying deep again. She realizes he’s close, and wails softly in anticipation. He buries himself inside her, she feels his scrotum jolt between her buttocks, feels his cock expand as his seed rushes up, then his warmth explodes deep deep inside of her. She feels his sperm filling her. Helga wails, her mind grabbing for words to express what she’s feeling.
He lifts his butt a bit, then slams himself inside her again, she has closed her legs around his back, moved her hands on top of his buttocks, and feels them tighten beneath her hands as he sends another spurt of semen deep inside her. “Ey ykkarr,” a voice whispers in her mind, she blurts it out without thinking, “Ey ykkarr!” He roars, slams himself inside her again, as another spurt of semen fills her. His reaction makes her repeat the words, “Ey ykkarr!” He goes berserk, more semen fills her, “Ey ykkarr!” The building crest of pleasure breaks, and washes through her body, as she comes screaming while he empties the last of his balls inside her.
Her vision had blurred, but now it is starting to clear again, she feels him slowly pull out of her. Her over sensitive pussy squelches wetly, and she becomes aware of all the wetness running down her crease. Then he leaves her with a soft plopping sound, and even more wetness runs out of her. She hopes she’s making a truly bloody mess of the towel. He kisses her lips, then lifts his head again, “You can let go of me now honey, I’m going nowhere,” he whispers smiling.
She feels herself blush, relaxes her muscles and lifts her legs from his back, dropping them back on the bed with a soft moan. “Was it good?” she hears herself ask.
She gets another kiss, “You were fucking amazing,” he answers. He lifts himself back on his hands, then rolls off of her, ending up on his side next to her.
She feels a bit bruised between her legs, and lifts her knees, spreading her thighs a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position. “You sure gave my poor virgin pussy a good workout,” she chuckles.
He blushes, “I’m a bit big, but don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to it.”
She reaches out for him, her fingertips caress his chiseled chest, “I’m looking forward to it.”
She feels Benjy’s fingers slide down over her belly, stroke down her sensitive slit, over her still slightly gaping opening, as more wetness drips down her crease. The fingers stroke down her crease too, and she realizes he’s wiping her. “You can lift your butt now,” he whispers. She does as asked and feels him pull the towel from beneath her. “Normally it stays in place till morning,” he says, “But you made quite a mess of it, so I’d better move it aside before you start rolling in it.”
“I made a mess of it?” she asks.
He chuckles, “Alright, we made a mess of it.”
She lifts her head, “Show me please?”
He does, the center of the towel is a mess indeed; her cum, his semen, and many little streaks of red. He gets up, spreads the towel out on top of his nearby desk, then returns to the bed, his face elated. She lifts herself a bit as he pulls the comforter from beneath her, then drops it back on top of her, before sliding beside her under it. He moves closer, hugging her tightly. Something surfaces inside her mind, “When you came, when you filled me with your seed, I said something, but I don’t know what it means.”
He grins, “It means ‘forever yours,’ and you pronounced it perfectly. Strange Samantha didn’t tell you what it meant.” He kisses the nape of her neck, and she turns towards him, her hands caressing his body. He returns the favor.
She closes her eyes, her mind looking for answers, but not finding any. Then something else drifts out of nowhere to the surface of her consciousness, “Benjy,” she says, “do you know what sókn means?”
“Yes,” he answers surprised, “It’s old language too, it means fight. Where did you pick that up?”
The pieces slowly lock into place, a tremendous revelation slowly reveals itself. She’s here! Alfhild is here, she’s here with me, with us! For a moment it really frightens her, then she remembers what Benjy had said earlier; Seidr, a kind of magic that’s supposed to be about shaping the future…
Another realization sinks in, She saved you when you nearly drowned, she probably saved him too when he made that impossible jump, so he could save you, maybe she even arranged in some way that his pod was found. She approves, no, she did much more than that, she brought the two of us together. That last thought has enormous implications; out of the trillions of women available in the entirety of human space the woman that knew him like no other chose her to become his new mate.
Benjy pulls the comforter over them, then pulls her close, hugging her, “I love you Helly, you’re perfect.”
She molds herself against him, realizing how true that is, her voice trembles a bit, “You’re perfect too.”
He kisses her head, while her mind drifts to the war they will now soon become emerged in. Her personal stakes seem to have grown to truly colossal proportions tonight; her life, and his, just multiplied in value. The thought of dying, or losing him, has just become almost unbearable. Helga feels panic rising, then a soft now familiar voice whispers somewhere deep inside her mind, “Don’t worry too much about this war Helga, just remember to be careful, I’ll be watching over both of you, just like I have been doing up to now.”
A deep tranquility descends on her, and she melts into Benjy, letting his warmth and love overwhelm her. He moves a bit, and the light dims, “Sweet dreams, my love,” he whispers in her ear, and very soon those dreams claim her.
***The End, for now…***
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