Lying in bed reading a book, Cook heard the front door open and the booted footsteps of his wife as she clopped through the house. He heard her rustle through the pantry looking for something to eat. "Honey?" he heard her voice as she was munching on something. He worried that he seemed all too eager to please like a faithful dog rather than a husband, so he faked sleep. "Honey? Are you awake?" Melinda walked up to his side of the bed. A book was in his lap and, though he said he was trying to wean himself of it, an old nightgown of hers was wrapped around his arm like a snake. She watched his sleeping form for a few moments than she took the book from him and laid it on the nightstand. As she walked over to the bureau Cook cracked his eyes to watch her. With her back to him, she removed her earrings and began to strip. This was one of those times when Cook wondered how he was able to catch such an attractive woman. He admired her muscled and slender back and how artistically she removed her panties revealing a heart shaped ass. When she disappeared into the adjacent bathroom, he imagined her lathering her smooth black skin and his dick began to harden without him even touching it.
"My commanding officer is hot." He muttered to himself. Wind Jumper was the leader of the whole movement, but Melinda was the one that coordinated the various rebel groups that allowed them to work together in unison. Cook worked under her as the logistics officer. Recently the addition of several competent Sororan staff officers had reduced their stress levels from murderous to barely tolerable. Tonight had been the first night they had together where they both had time and energy for other things. Cook grabbed his dick in anticipation as he heard the shower door open. He faked sleep again as she walked in wrapped in a towel. She stood near him silently then dropped the towel and slipped under the covers next to him.
"You are the absolute worst actor." She said as she wrapped her hand around his dick. He opened his eyes and began to kiss her face. His lips started on her cheek, moved across her nose and onto her eyelid. The taste of her skin excited him and he continued up to her forehead then over to her ear than finally her lips.
"My sore shoulder feels much better and I'm so fuckin' horny." She declared.
"Suck my dick."
"Only if you don't cum in my mouth" She said as she slid down to his crotch.
"You don't like my sperm?"
"It's fine, I just want it inside me tonight." She said as she licked the tip. Cook watched as her thick wide lips engulfed his dick. She turned on the vacuum and her mouth seemed to suck the blood up the whole length of his rod making it fully erect in seconds. He stroked her cheek and she opened her eyes to regard him as she went up and down. He put his head on top of the head and pushed down. Her lips went all the way down to the base. She held it for a few seconds before retreating back to the top.
"Again"
She travelled back down the length again stopping only when his pubic hairs tickled her nose. He held her head down watching as her cheeks quivered in resistance to the gag reflex. She last a little bit longer, and he was reluctant to release her feeling both physical pleasure and a primal dominance. When she resurfaced she shook her head and rubbed her throat.
"I'm ready now." She quickly mounted him. His dick went inside her without much resistance due to the copious amounts of girl cum lubricating her pussy. He grabbed her ass and pushed as far in as her could get holding the pose a few moments before she started rocking on him. Her hands gripped his shoulders and eyes were closed in concentration. She increased the rocking as if she were a jockey urging her mount down the final straightaway. Cook could feel his arousal growing with each stroke and blew his load deep inside. She followed with a shuddering orgasm of her own and collapsed on top of him.
"Nothing beats the simplicity of a quickie. Now let's get some sleep." She said stifling a yawn.
The next day they set out early in the morning on horseback to a meeting with some of the rebellion leaders. They had two warriors to escort them, but no more on fears that they would attract undue attention. Both were affable but spoke a dialect of Sororan that was beyond the experience of the two galactics. As far as they could figure the names were Tree Climber and Branch Breaker.
By midday they had made good progress, but Melinda started to get sick.
"I fucking hate horses." She said between retches as she disgorged her breakfast by the side of the path.
"It's the best way to travel dear." Cook said.
"It took a month for the shoulder to recover and now this...." She started gagging again.
"Damn I wish I had brought something for this." He said as he patted her back.
The two warriors looked at each other and smiled. Tree Climber said something about medicine and village. Cook thanked them as they got back on the horses.
Feeling slightly better they completed the journey before sunset and met with the generals. Too late to go back that evening they stayed in the hut of the local chieftain who also spoke an indecipherable dialect. Noticing her inability to eat and keep down food, they offered her a foul smelling home brew. At first she couldn't do it, but with gentle prodding was able to down a few mouthfuls.
"Tastes as bad as it smells, but I already feel a little better." She said as she snuggled against Cook.
Glad that at least she was able to sleep, Cook monitored her breathing and checked her temperature. There was a knock on the door, and the Chief's husband exchanged words with someone. Trying not to sound too nosy, Cook shut his eyes and strained to hear the conversation. Unfortunately all he could figure out were the words "stranger" and "forest." A board was placed over the door to lock it and the two warrior escorts sat down next to either side of the door their hands touching their blades. At first it was difficult to relax, but as nothing happening was followed by nothing happening, Cook fell asleep.
The next day they awoke still alive and in one piece. At breakfast Melinda couldn't stomach the food but did drink more of the medicine offered.
"How's it now?" Cook asked.
"Not good, but bearable. Later we need to find out what's in that stuff." Melinda said.
They mounted their horses and with Tree Climber in the rear and Branch Breaker in front they started off. Cook told her of what he heard last night.
"Well not surprising that there might be spies, that's why we kept the meeting so short." Said Melinda.
"You think they might be following us?" Cook worried.
"Quite possible, but that's the same thing our escorts are thinking too." Melinda said.
"Wouldn't we be leading them back to our HQ?" he asked.
"Our guards are not dumb bumpkins. They probably already have a plan." She said.
"You trust them?" He asked.
"These women are combat veterans." She answered.
With that to ponder Cook knew he wasn't going to get much more from Melinda. One thing he had to learn was when she was tired of a conversation, not to take it personally.
At about midway through the journey they halted for a rest and lunch. While they lounged under the shade of a tree, Tree climber excused herself and walked off into the bushes. A few minutes there was sound of a struggle a few yards behind where they were sitting.
"Don't kill me, I surrender!" came a voice in the high class Sororan that the galactics had learned. They ran over to see Tree Climber holding a blade up to the throat of a man lying on his back. He was dressed in rags and animal pelts and had long hair and sported a frightful looking beard.
"I must see milady." He stammered watching the point of the blade hover near his neck.
"Kill?" Tree Climber asked.
"No." said Melinda.
"Who do you want to see?" asked Cook.
"The honored Wind Jumper of the Gold Clan."
"And You?" Melinda asked.
"I'm Erik, huntsman of Wind Tamer. I was with Wind Jumper when she learned of Sten's arrest." Branch Breaker casually leaned over and withdrew a large knife. "Hunter?" She asked while admiring the weapon. Erik nodded.
"Why should we trust you?" Melinda asked.
"Before she went back to her aunt's home, she made me memorize something Sten had told her about the Swordfish. I was to hide myself and search for her if a civil war broke out."
"Looks like you've won yourself a date with a lovely lady from the Gold Clan." Melinda said.
