Ving moved her racer away from the airship, watching an annoyed-looking Hannah grow smaller as the distance increased. She knew why and refused to apologize for it.
"So, what happened?" Laurel asked as she lashed her rifle to the sling in the door.
"I said something I shouldn't have. Apparently." Ving replied, unwilling to volunteer any more info than that.
Ving slid the sights into place in the forward window so she could aim the cannon mounted next to her. She had had little practice with it but felt confident she could do the job in one or two passes. The plan, at least her part in it, was easy and safe enough not to be any more worried about it than her conversation with Hannah when she got back.
****
Sergeant Grey didn't usually get to command the full company, but when you have a Queen who orders it, protocol gets tossed out. As company First Sergeant, it wasn't much of a leap since he would do it if the officers got killed anyway. The plan seemed fine, but he knew how long plans lasted.
The men were less than enthusiastic about the ride but Grey appreciated the level of subterfuge it provided. A utility haulier would be less out of place arriving at the tunnel that was supposedly filled with debris. It also had the benefit of heavy metal plating compared to the wooden hull of most troop transports that flew. The real unknown, as always, was how smart or stupid the enemy was.
****
"They are shooting at the transport." Ving sighed.
"Unless Grey opened the doors, they are jumping the gun." Laurel crawled up to look out the front window. "Nope, just giving away their secret without thinking. Unless enemy reinforcements are in the tunnel, they shouldn't be giving civies a reason to call a mayday."
"Good news is that I can see all their gun flashes. Not all of them are marked with construction signs."
Ving hit the throttle to take the racer out of hover mode.
"Two passes, then set me up," Laurel reminded.
Ving acknowledged and lined up her shots. Each targeting reticle in front of her was set to a different range. The moment the first round was coughed out of the cannon, she started lining up the second in time to fire the next shot. Each round sped down towards the men in the rocks over the tunnel and detonated with a concussive thump. Once she was over the tunnel entrance, she pulled back into the sky to make another run.
****
Grey heard the signal at the same time as the explosions, their spotter on the bridge being somewhat unnecessary. He ordered men out the doors and they flooded out the sides of the ship as quickly as possible, dispersing into the ditches on either side of the road they had parked on. The road ran perpendicular to the tunnel, and the ditches offered cover for them to advance toward the guns. By the time the racer came back to lay more rounds into the enemy positions that had already felled a number of his men, the rest were laying in the ditches that may have well-been trenches.
"Idiots," he hissed as he peered over the edge to see if anyone was left shooting at him. "You would think covert forces would have made better use of the terrain."
"Maybe they didn't expect to be attacked? They just took the high ground to cover the fields," Sergeant Mull offered.
"Some high ground sure, but if you have trenches pre-dug, put people in them. But I suppose I can't complain about this being too easy." Grey hadn't heard a shot since the end of the second pass from above. "Radio! Call in the next group. Get our wounded onto the ship before it withdraws."
They heard the snap of a high-powered rifle.
****
"Got one," Laurel said as she chambered another round. "But I don't see anyone else."
Ving fired the flare gun out her side window. "I'm sure they can handle whoever else might still be breathing. We need to catch up with the ship."
"We wait until they send their signal. It's not like we can't catch up to them," Laurel replied, still scanning the hillside for any targets who might have survived.
"Understood." Ving wasn't in any hurry to have the dreaded conversation with Hannah.
****
Hannah was relieved to hear over the radio from Grey that everything had gone better than expected. They had the tunnel and would be moving through it immediately. The range would be too great to get any more updates as they headed south at flank speed.
"So what happened?" Liddy asked, handling the controls while Hannah logged off the radio.
"You heard as well as I did," Hannah replied, trying to leave the bridge before Liddy corrected her question.
"I meant about you and Ving! The two of you left to meet your parents, and ever since you got back I hadn't seen you even speak to her."
"Things got said, now we need to deal with it." Hannah wasn't in any more of a mood to share than Ving was.
Hannah left the bridge and ignored any further questions. She went up on deck to wait for Ving so they could settle things between them. The wind blew hard as their speed coupled with their altitude to get over the mountains made it almost impossible to even be on the deck. When their ship slowed suddenly, Hannah knew it was because Ving was close and ready to dock. She helped tie the racer down and turned to go back inside before even seeing Ving emerge from her racer.
Down in the lounge everyone was gathered, and waiting to find out what was going on between Hannah and Ving. When Hannah walked in, Vile had already moved behind her to keep her from leaving when she realised what was going on. The ship changed course slightly and accelerated a few minutes before Liddy came in, shoving Ving into the room.
"Now, explain!" Liddy ordered once Hannah and Ving were face to face.
Neither wanted to say anything and Liddy knew her glare wouldn't work on Hannah, so she turned it on Ving as she walked around her.
"I don't want to say," Ving let out with a huff.
"Of course! Now you want to keep your mouth shut!" Hannah blurted out angrily.
"Enough!" Inky yelled getting to her feet. "We are about to go attack a hostile city with little more than our tits! So whatever the problem is, I want it out in the open, now!"
"Her mother," Ving started. "She has amazing tits." Ving let it hang for a moment. "And I may have implied wanting a sexual liaison with her so I could compare."
Everyone was silent. Some tried to understand how that could be upsetting, while others tried to imagine what Hannah's mother looked like.
"Is this because you two were annoyed that you hadn't had makeup sex yet?" Leira asked from the fountain.
Hannah and Ving both perked up, having completely forgotten about that conversation and realising they finally had the chance. Ving took Hannah by the hand as she ran past her and followed.
"Who has the artefact?!" Hannah yelled.
"We used it last!" called Easy as she held Mari close. "So it's in Liddy's room!"
Liddy slumped her shoulders.
"Obviously!" Hannah called back. "Inky, I am going to borrow your riding crop!"
"Didn't you already steal one for yourself?!" Inky asked, wondering if Hannah could hear her after going down the stairs.
"I'm going to need both!" Hannah shouted before rushing into and out of rooms after shoving Ving into their bed.
"Those two..." Liddy shook her head. "And the rest of you!" She perked up. "Stop fucking in my bed if I'm not involved! Seriously! It's not any more comfortable than your own!"
****
Hannah returned to find Ving naked on her knees at the foot of the bed with her clothing strewn about. She set her own items aside and stripped out of her dress to stand naked over Ving.
"You want to apologize to this?" Hannah thrust her hips so Ving could almost taste the already wet womanhood in front of her.
"Yes, ma'am." Ving nodded eagerly.
"Too bad. You are going to have to wait." Hannah backed away and took out the artefact and put the hooks inside her. "You are going to get this first."
Ving watched the metal rod turn into a hard shaft of manhood. She opened her mouth to speak but Hannah grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward to take it down her throat without preparation. Ving choked and gagged at first as her hair was used to work her over the flesh in her throat and mouth, amazed how it still tasted like Hannah. Drool was already falling from her mouth and onto her breasts as she struggled to breathe in the short moments when Hannah withdrew to wipe the shaft along her face.
"Keep your eyes on these tits. They are the only ones you are going to love. Forget about the rest. They, like you, are mine!"
Ving's reply was choked off by Hannah shoving down her throat again, and she started to whimper at the savage motions on her head.
"Don't even think of getting off yet!" Hannah demanded as she looked down her breasts at Ving, who was trying to look up past her green hair that was a mess all over her face. "I'm first!" To illustrate the point, Hannah let her load burst the moment she pulled out so Ving's face and hair would be covered with her seed.
Ving had to close one eye as fluid was pumped onto her face but kept staring at Hannah's breasts, enjoying how her lover's red hair stuck to them as her skin began to sweat. Her hands kept working along the shaft until it finally turned back into metal and fell out of Hannah.
