Chapter 75 - Floating High in the Sky
The sun's lingering rays, slipping away like honey, began to fade, and as night lanterns flickered to life one by one on the ship sailing through the heavens, our secret rendezvous began.
The sister who had gathered us participants in this clandestine affair herded us into an empty cabin, closed her eyes, and prayed. A soft pinkish glow flowed along the grain of the wooden walls and floor, then seeped away without a trace.
Blessing of Secrecy. Now, even if the bed creaked like it was about to snap, no vibrations would reach the decks below. Even if someone screamed in ecstasy bordering on a shriek, not a whisper would leak into the corridor.
It never failed to feel excessive—overindulgent and sinful.
"Using a god's power just to set the stage for something lewd."
"How about calling it the goddess's mercy, sheltering desperate lovers in secrecy? Doesn't that sound a bit more holy?"
The sister standing outside gently closed our cabin door, flashing a smile that hinted at wicked intentions.
Bilena, already tense as a coiled spring, flinched hard at that expression, as if it suddenly made real what we were about to do.
"If anyone asks, I'll say we're in a meeting for our next mission, so don't worry. I'll keep Islune occupied to avoid suspicion."
"W-Wait—"
"Then... have a wonderful time, everyone."
As Bilena reached out, the door clicked shut. Kiiik, clack.
Morgan, gauging Bilena's frozen shock, slowly stood and approached the door, securing the double bolt. Then came an awkward, heart-pounding silence.
Someone—impossible to tell who—swallowed hard, the sound cutting through the quiet. Who could it be? Morgan, who had shot her hand up like lightning when the sister casually asked for volunteers? Bilena, who stiffly followed suit with awkward enthusiasm? Nidroga, grinning as she teased that she'd never miss out on something like this? Or... Esen, who eyed me with a predatory smile full of killing intent?
Maybe it was me. After all, I had some guilt toward that last participant.
"Monica sis is too damn nice for her own good. Yielding her turn to the juniors, huh?"
Esen, not nearly as saintly as Monica, cracked her neck with a sharp twist and turned to me, glaring as she smacked her lips loudly.
"I ain't yielding. I've held back too fucking long. It's been so ages I feel like I'm burning up."
"...The night's long. Let's take it slow."
"Slow my ass. You're done for, Tan Bantai."
Esen grabbed my collar with both hands. Nidroga startled and moved to intervene, but I waved her off with a resigned gesture, relaxing my body as if to say go ahead. Esen grinned wide and hurled me onto the bed.
Pretty cushy. Not quite up to Cheseni hotel standards or Nidroga's childhood room, but it had one standout feature: it was huge. Big enough for all five of us to lie side by side with room to spare.
"This Handgun Ho was originally a warship from another country. That bed belonged to some admiral, the original owner of this ship."
Morgan shrugged proudly. I sensed a ominous context lurking.
"So what happened to that admiral?"
"He invaded our seas, never realizing his ship was seized. Lounging with his concubine on that very bed, he got a bullet through the skull from my old man."
"...Creepy backstory."
"Of course, we tossed the bloodstained sheets and furniture. Dad burned all the admiral's mementos in this room and restored it like new. A reminder not to repeat that fool's mistakes."
"A mindset to avoid repeating errors. Perfect. Our porter could learn from that attitude."
Esen sauntered over, planted a hand by my ear as I lay there, and peered down at me.
"You haven't forgotten that thing, have you?"
"Which? Being tied up in restraints, forced to watch pathetically? Or promising five rounds and dragging it out forever?"
"Oh, memory's sharp, huh? Thought maybe you'd taken a bullet to the head since you haven't come crawling back."
Esen chuckled, shrugging off her top. "Teasing me like that, then ghosting me for so long. Thought you'd at least pin me proper on that island, you little shit."
"...I'm really sorry. But we never got a moment alone..."
"You found time for Nidroga and Bilena?"
"...My bad."
Esen smirked contentedly, yanking my shirt up and off. Then she stripped off her own top and undergarments in one go. Straddling me like a tiger stalking through grass, she licked from my navel up to my neck, skin already fever-hot with anticipation. Her scorching tongue and heavy breasts grazed me dizzyingly, making my body shudder involuntarily.
Confirming the strain in my pants with her thigh, Esen grinned in satisfaction and plunged her hand inside, gripping the base and toying with it like a plaything.
"You said five times yourself. No mercy if you cry."
"...Don't think I'll cry."
Esen, who'd been coming on strong like she meant to intimidate, flinched at the sudden counterattack and glanced down at her crotch. My right hand had slipped into her pants. I stroked her slick folds slowly, flashing a smile back.
"Unless you cry."
"You horny mutt. Ballsy. I'll give you props for that."
It wasn't just Esen burning up. I'd missed her secret spots too. I pinched her clit lightly, slipped a finger shallow inside, and twisted. Esen shivered, savoring the sensation, then pulled her hand from my cock and pinned my wrist. With her other hand, she beckoned the others.
"What're you doing? We said we'd all do this together. You lot just stand there, and I'll hog every last bite."
Esen yanked my pants off, and my unruly member sprang up like a drawn sword. Morgan flinched at the menacing sight, muttering that she couldn't do it sober before chugging half a bottle of smuggled wine from the galley. Feeling some camaraderie, she passed it to Bilena.
Bilena reached with trembling hands, only for Nidroga to snatch it away, leaving her pouting.
"Please, my dear friend."
"Didn't you always say when I'd hit you up for booze? 'Getting drunk is escapism, and escapism is irrational.'"
"...That was just me trying to sound cool. I'm sorry...!"
"Honesty's refreshing. Let's be honest about our desires too—and get used to it sober. This'll happen plenty more."
With mischief sparkling, Nidroga turned and swigged. As the bottle lightened with gulps, Bilena panicked and clung to Nidroga's back, trying to wrestle it away. No chance against that strength gap.
"This is embarrassing...!"
"Ladies, quit bitching and bare those tits already. You expect me to be the only one naked?"
Esen jeered, eyeing Morgan provocatively. Unlike Bilena, Morgan borrowed courage from the booze, sneering as she stripped off her top and bottoms, face flushed.
But Esen shook her head, pointing coldly. "Underwear too."
"...Can wait a bit."
"You slut. Flaunted 'em last time, now playing hard to get."
"Why talk like that? Like some drunken sailor getting tossed from a brothel...!"
Esen rolled her eyes in annoyance, then scooped Morgan's waist and flopped onto the bed together. Before Morgan could thrash, Esen hooked a finger in her bandeau strap and yanked it loose. Morgan's compressed breasts bounced free.
"Ow!"
"Whatever, strip. Let's go full naturist tonight."
"...Who's the drunk here? Get off...!"
The sight of those gorgeous women skin-to-skin was a treat. For my eyes only, though. Morgan and Bilena clearly weren't thrilled.
Bilena, struggling out of her top, spotted Morgan and Esen's volumes and openly despaired, dropping to her knees. Meanwhile, Morgan flailed in panic. Esen ignored her, wrapping legs around to pin her down and openly kneading those breasts. White mounds contrasting sun-kissed skin deformed like dough in Esen's firm grip.
"Hehe, nice rack."
"You psycho bitch!"
"...Esen, you in heat or something?"
"...Yeah, soon. Coming on early this time. Probably your fault."
Morgan's face turned beet red, cocking a fist back, but Esen released her and narrowed her eyes.
"Getting madder the more I think. Of all the kinks, edging play? Girls, mind if I go first?"
"Oh? The senior rider demonstrating? We'll watch and learn, put it to good use."
"...I'm not a pony, Nidroga. Don't talk like it's a sport; makes me uncomfortable."
"If it's uncomfortable, don't do uncomfortable shit. Snag five girls, you gotta deal with rules, rivalry, and lessons between 'em."
Morgan shrugged, covering her chest angrily; Bilena's opinion—muffled as she wrestled back into her clothes—was invalid. Three ayes, one abstention: Esen wins first taste of Tan Bantai.
Esen eyed the feast laid bare on the bed, wiping drool.
"Too damn hot; it's criminal."
"...You sound more like an old perv every word."
"Shut up and don't ruin the mood."
Esen overlaid her toned body expertly, slowly grinding her hips down onto my cock. The loving squeeze of her drenched warmth enveloping me. Fully filled at last, Esen clenched rhythmically, then shuddered head to toe.
"Fuck, too long...!"
"...Came already?"
Esen's back twitched. Her dreamy gaze at the ceiling snapped to glare at me, fury brewing. Even with orgasm aftershocks lingering, she slammed her hips down hard, scraping my length inside viciously. A groan escaped me involuntarily; Esen nodded in satisfaction.
"Keep spoiling you, and you get cocky. Sorry for the backups."
Esen flicked her tail, smirking back at the others. "I'll wring you dry till you mummify."
"Squeezing me to a mummy, huh? Why's your side gushing and clenching like a sponge?"
"Kyaaah! Kyaak...!"
"Who's cocky? Squeeze right, damn it."
Second climax: Esen looked relieved, blissful. Third: impressed awe at me. Fourth: something like fear as she crested. Mouth clamped by hand, eyes wide, shaking her head as if begging to stop.
Too late; my engine was revved. Had to answer that bold taunt properly. Teasing a foe who knows your weaknesses invites humiliation. Esen had exposed plenty of hers. That inner spot I'd pressed lightly in the City of All Gods? Now I ground it hard and deep. She shrieked like a forbidden button mashed relentlessly.
New discoveries too. Grip and yank her tail: her slack pussy clamps desperately, pulsing. Tease gently then slap her firm ass: it quivers like erogenous zones, tightening sweetly. Thighs trembling nonstop, ignored as I thrust from behind.
She started this no-mercy war. Esen's back slick with sweat like a battlefield. Hot juices drooling thicker than her heat cycle. Fully open to pounding pleasure, her face melted in rapture, tongue lolling. Then she snapped to, burying her face in the sheets.
"Shiiit... crazy...!"
"Show me your face, Esen."
"Don't look...! Told you not to...!"
Trembling arms reached back weakly to push me. Pathetic, strengthless—hardly sincere. I pressed my weight into her ass, gripped her chin, yanked it up. Already breathless Esen panted raggedly. She eyed me warily, trying deep breaths; her ears quivered like in an earthquake.
"Huuut. Hooo...!"
I chuckled, nipping an ear firmly. Esen's eyes rolled back visibly.
"H-Haaah...! N-No, ears. Stop."
"You said show me."
"N-Need... a break...!"
Even whispers made her ears twitch, body curling. Couldn't hold back. I clamped those broad tigress ears tight, seized her rigid waist, thrust deep. Glans raking her weak spot: eyes rolled white. The biggest, fiercest fifth climax hit.
I couldn't hold, flooding her depths with seed, savoring that sweet, passionate grip, hands clamped on her ass. As Esen's spasms eased, I stroked her back soothingly, ruffled her hair, slowly withdrew.
Post-coitus, Esen looked guilt-inducingly wrecked. Sheets soaked from her gushing crotch. Limbs splayed limp. Eyes unfocused.
"...You okay?"
Too far gone for moans, she just quivered mutely. Guess the five-times promise waits for next round. Etching her rare debauched vulnerability, I drained the bedside water jug. Felt like we had time to spare.
Back then, I'd have collapsed with her. Now, I turned to the others.
Nidroga panted, mix of shock and arousal. Morgan, wide-eyed in horror, hid behind her outright. Bilena clutched her finally shed top, gulping audibly.
I asked leisurely, "Who's next?"