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The Ballad of Decker Crane
Harp Strathe
Chapter Eleven
(Decker)
Kay and Adya came out.
"We'll go check the fences, Decker, see what damage the wind might have done," Kay said, his hand on the girl's shoulder.
Kay had felt maybe a moment's difficulty with the small siren under his hand. He'd rolled with that punch and come up directly on his feet. Decker's eyes shifted to Adya. Her eyes were bright and alert, her manner confident.
"I'll go with them," Chione said, coming out.
"Chione," Decker said.
She looked at him, her eyes guarded, and then she relaxed and nodded, going down the stairs.
Yenna and Lily came out the door.
"We're going to check on the equipment," Yenna said. "You come with us, Bryn."
Bryn came out, and unlike Adya, she was subdued, avoiding Decker's eyes. As she passed, he reached and put his hand on her head. She looked up at him and relaxed and smiled, looking like Persya, and then she ran down the stairs like she tended to, heading for the barn.
Decker sighed. This had gone to hell so fast. He turned around and found Grace in front of him, all her doctoring confidence gone. It was still a little surprising when she spoke to him now, but evidently she thought it was important enough to hazard talking to the scary outlaw.
"Decker, I..." She paused, seeming to get her courage. "Tag. Won't it be worse for him where he lives, where the ground is so barren, like he described? Will he be all right?"
"He should be fine, as long as he was inside," Decker answered. "His cabin is reinforced and the habitats are. He knows better than to go out in a storm. I'll check on him, if you'd like."
Grace nodded, her shoulders relaxing. "All right. Thank you." She hesitated. "You'll tell him I said hello to him?"
"Sure."
She went back in. Decker walked into an empty house, Grace in the room now with Dawine and Bai. He went and looked in the kitchen, but Persya wasn't there. She'd gone into their bedroom and shut the door. He walked to it, hearing the bath running. Turning the knob, he went in.
Persya turned around, naked, the towel coming up in front of herself. She held it there, although there were all sorts of curves it couldn't contain. She was standing in the water. "I thought you were gone. I was going to take a bath," she said in a low voice. "I can do it later."
Decker thought about what he might have done, full of anger and her looking so beautiful. He shut the door behind himself and approached her, reaching and taking the towel. Her hands rose briefly and then crossed at her belly. He tipped her chin, but she was avoiding his eyes.
"Look at me, baby," he said.
Her eyes met his, hers searching. Whatever she saw, her hand went to his chest, leaning in. Those dark eyes reached right into him.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she said. "I didn't want you to think that I was even more odd than I am, and I was afraid you would think I could do things I can't."
Stepping back, he pulled off his shirt and then the rest of his clothing and stepped into the water. He'd definitely become a cleaner man since he met her. He sat, his knees coming up. She sat a moment later between his legs, using the edges to get down, her butt so round and cute, and he drew her back against himself. He hadn't touched her the last couple of days because he'd been so pissed off, which should have told him something, since being pissed off wouldn't have stopped him before.
His cock was hard, his hand tracing her shoulder, her skin like velvet. Leaning her forward, he got the soap, moving her hair and beginning to wash her back, enjoying her delicate limbs. There was a bruise on her arm. He lifted it, seeing his fingers match the marks. He hadn't known he'd done that. He didn't like it when men did that kind of thing to a woman. "I shouldn't have hurt you, baby," he muttered.
"Poor Dawine, Decker."
"I know."
She turned to him in profile. "How is Bai?"
"Desperate," he answered, rinsing her with the cup. He ran his fingers down her arm and felt her shiver. Tilting her head back, reaching around, he took the cup and poured water on her hair, doing it until the silky stuff was saturated. He got the soap, beginning to move it through the strands, being gentle.
When she spoke, she sounded shy. He'd forgotten, in his anger, that she was stubborn, but she was also sweet, too. He did love sweet. He'd gotten a powerful craving for it that didn't pass.
"The brikens might reproduce," she said.
"That's true," he said, rinsing and running the heavy weight of it through his hands. He rinsed it again until it ran clean, wringing it gently like he'd seen her do and putting it over her shoulder.
Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at him, those pretty eyes."Small Banes running around."
He laughed under her, a rumble. "Little fuckers."
She was quiet again, settling back against him. "You think that we sang to you and that's why you let us stay?"
"I don't care, Persya," he answered, nuzzling her. Reaching with his hand, he pulled the stopper, the water beginning to drain. Inhaling, his hand caressing the soft skin under her breast, the plump swell. He watched over her shoulder as her nipples tightened. Fuck, he couldn't believe he'd put this on the line, having her soft and willing. Bai had to be at least contemplating eating his pistol right about now. Decker's hand slipped into the water, which was still going out, caressing her inner thigh. He cupped her pussy. "Did you like it when I took my belt to you?"
She never disappointed him, her pussy contracting against his palm and her breath catching. "Is it because I'm a consort?"
He scoffed. "Lots of women and men like it."
Her shoulders relaxed. "Oh. I didn't realize. Do you like it?"
"Not for myself, baby."
"You want to do it to me again?"
"Soon, or something like it," he said, slowly squeezing her nipple. He went to the other. "Are you scared?"
Shivering, she offered them. "A little, maybe."
"Good," he said, putting the stopper back in the bath before all the water was gone. He got her up on her knees and put her hands on the edge. Getting on his own knees behind her, he nudged, tilting her. She was still a little bruised on her butt. Not much. He hadn't whupped her hard, but she was a little thing. His breathing was fast. "Your ass is so sweet. I liked watching you get red and hearing your cries behind the gag, seeing your cunt swell open. But most of all, I just liked whipping you."
He entered her and she was already slippery for him, Decker going steadily and not stopping. He grunted when he reached the limit, her round ass seated on his hips, the water up to her thighs. He put his hands on either side of hers, beginning to thrust.
"I'm going to whip your tits soon," he told her, sliding in and out of her. "And make you come. You're so sensitive there, Persya."
She cried out when he said that, arching, exciting him more. He could see her cunt, visible because of the way she jutted for him. His fingers went seeking under her, his breath hot in her ear, nipping as he tugged on her clitoris. She had too many nerves there, his fingers seeking each side and moving fast. He shifted his fingers and squeezed, peeling back the hood. It would hurt.
Sounding surprised, she cried out and came as he tugged her clit all through it, feeling her on his cock, squeezing him. Withdrawing his fingers when she was done, he stabilized her hips with his hands and thrust through her climax, steady and deep, his breathing ragged. "Such a good girl."
She made a helpless sound, going limp as he thrust faster, spreading and giving him more. Persya knew, now, not to try to draw away when he did this after she'd come. She kept herself available to him. She'd ended up on the floor a few times with her face to the side and her ass in the air.
He grunted. "Did that hurt? Did you like that?" he said, his thrusts harsh now.
She whined, sending him somewhere else. Pulling out of her, he got hold of her and picked her up, putting her on her back on the bed. It was time. He was certainly ready. He got his cock wet, her pussy giving him plenty, but he had oil, too, if he needed it.
"Did your health class tell you about butt sex?" he said, bringing her knees up and leaning on them, lining himself up.
"What?" she panted. "No."
"It's where I fuck your ass." He slipped a finger into her tight little hole, teasing her, her slick making him pop in and out a little. "People do it all the time. You won't be injured by it." He pushed into her deeper, her slick dripping onto his finger. He wasn't going to need the oil. He put a second finger in, going nice and slow.
"I--" she said, her eyes wide, fighting him a little and squirming. "Nobody said anything about that."
He nudged with his cock, sinking in a little and coming out, rocking. The next time he did it, she stayed still and he went deeper, watching her face. Going slow was key, he figured. Whores did this and expected it, but she was a virgin here. "That's good." He went deeper, waiting and then slipping in more. She was tight, the ring caressing his cock. He had been looking forward to this, and now it was here.
She began to pant, her hand going to his chest. "Wait."
He let her knees unfold, her ass available to his cock because he was deep enough in her, his hips still rocking. Her legs were spread. He reached and touched her nipple, squeezing rhythmically.
She shook her head, but it was an uncertain movement. When he reached for the other and did the same, she went still, her eyes unfocusing. His cock was making progress. Reaching down, he dug in with his thumb, moving back and forth, long swipes, finding it and rubbing her clitoris.
Her ass contracted around him. There she was. Those knees came up higher on their own as he thrust in, still rocking. Almost there. She hitched and he returned his fingers to her nipples.
After that, it was just riding her ass and pinching her nipples, sharp thrusts, her knees up entirely. He was grunting. Angling his hand, he curled his fingers into her cunt, the motions sharp. "Time to come," he said, thrusting deeply into her.
Her eyes got heavy, shaking her head.
He brought her back. "Look at me when you come with my cock in your ass."
Her body relaxed and she met his eyes, making a sound that went all through him, needy and obscene. Then she went rigid, writhing, his thumb riding her clit. His hips were pounding into her.
The pleasure was fast and complete, Decker trying to hold off. It was no use, so he went with it and came hard, first stabbing and then holding there, emptying. "Fuck." He strangled the word.
Yes, that had been nice, on top of some other nice things, now that he wasn't wrapped up in being pissed at her. Panting, he pulled out gently, in increments, Persya hitching, and then he went and ran more hot water into the bath.
It was good he did. In not too long, she got a look on her face and rose and did one of those sweet little bouncing jiggle-runs she did that set him off, one foot and the other going in, but her knees trying to stay together, so she had to hold her hands out to balance. Turning around, more jiggling, she sat down with her knees still together, which didn't work, unbalancing at the last moment and landing on her bottom, not looking at him.
Decker burst into laughter, unable to stop and not caring to anyway.
Her mouth fell open, looking at him. "I don't see what's so funny."
