Thread: Countless Stars, Unending Possibilities (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

Laela spoke chastising Jace for his treatment of her. He spared her a glance even as he guided her towards the ship, What are you talking about? he said, Do you want rescued or not? As he spoke he guided her around a rock that would have tripped her, catching her as she stumbled, And thats why I was guiding you. He added with a slightly acid tone. However he released her, assuming thats what her rambling words about not being stupid meant. The trio approached the ship, a sleek vessel that was wedged shaped in the front, flaring out to a boxy cargo compartment in the middle with a flaring engine compartment with backward sweeping wings. In Jaces eyes his ship was beautiful, despite the fact that parts of it looked like it needed repainted, portions of the hull scarred with scorch marks and the like. Its styling was definitely not Illuminati made. The Illuminati vessels with rare exceptions favored more harsh angles, not the sweeping more fluid design of the Ladywind. Dragonian construction. Jace remarked shooting a glance at Laela. The design in some ways did resemble a creature of flight, as was customary of Dragonian construction. You know because in this moment, where your ship was constructed is exactly what is on her mind. Raff said, verbally jabbing at Jace yet again. Just because youre proud of it doesnt mean Shut up Raff. Jace said offhand as they rushed to the ship, whose ramp was already lowering to meet them. Move it meat cans CC, the AI called from the top of the ramp. Scanners show the fighters will be in range in moments. Jace glared at the robot but said nothing just picked up his pace. Jace looked back at Laela and then to Raff, Get her highness strapped into a seat, its gonna be a rough ride. With those words Jace rushed off towards the cockpit, the low thrum of the idling engines ratcheting up to a growl as Jace threw the throttles forward and lifted the ship off. God dammit Jace, you could have let us get to our seats first you insane bastard. Raff Cursed even as He and Laela were thrown against the far wall, pressed there by acceleration. Raff did manage to be the one on the bottom so his body caught hers keeping her from hitting the bulkhead. The Thalassans clear inner eyelids flickered down over his eyes once again a clear sign of agitation. His hands were gentle on Laela as he steadied her and began to lead her forward towards where Jace had gone. CC, the AI, hovered near the two, Also Mr. first mate asshole sir? Really Tin Can? The joke was funny the first time, when I used it, now its just annoying that being said, what do you want cant you see Im just a little busy helping the lady Quenton? Excuse me for trying to tell you your wife called, she left a message, she sounded irritated that I took the call, Im not sure she believed when I told her that you were in the bathroomyou might want to call her back soon. Raff actually stopped to stare at the AI for a second, You lied to my wife? Well, I would consider it a colorful distortion of the truthI mean you are almost about to shit yourself Raff actually raised an eyebrow at that, Are you delusional? Well no, odds are 70 to 1 that Captain Bensons flying will force some involuntary bodily function to occur. Throw up? Raff said not sure if he should laugh or glare at the AI, You mean throw up. Im pretty sure that Jaces flying wont make me crap myself, but throw up has been known to happen. Raff meanwhile steered Laela into the cockpit where Jace was blaring some kind of loud music, thick with screaming guitars and a singer screaming over the thumping rhythm. 12 hells of Lumos Jace could you turn that shit down? Hey, thats how I wanted to roll. The captain said after he turned down the volume so they at least did not have to shout to hear one another. Seriously, youre going to nag me again? Seriously dude, the Lady Quenton has no desire to listen to what you call music It was Jaces turn to give Raff a rude gesture as he focused on his piloting. You got this or do you need help? He asked actually offering her a chance to do it rather than just doing it for her. After He got her seated Raff took his own seat to Jaces right. His eyes swept over the screens and swore softly. So yeah CC about that question of bodily functions? If Jaces flying doesnt do that, Im pretty sure these fighters are enough to make me shit myself. Whats this shit about my flying? Jace interjected, Im a damned good pilot Yeah yeah, coming from the guy whos never had to fly as a passenger on some of your crazy stunts. Raff Muttered. By the way, hurry it up Ive got to call Meriel back. Oh yes, because I can just radio these Pirate assholes and tell them this is a really inconvenient time to try to kill us, my first mate needs to call his wife back. Twelve hells buddy, can you say whipped? he made a whip cracking noise. Raff blushed just a touch, the color visible against his pale skin, the red contrasting with the slightly bluish tinge to his skin. Theres nothing wrong with respecting my wife Raff said defensively. No, but you take it to eeeeeeeeextremes. Jace said drawing out the word extremes. Are you mocking my culture asshole? It was a joke dude, lighten upshiesh Jace snickered and changed the subject, his next words addressed to Laela, You all strapped in back there your highness? Oh yes. Oh fuck yes. Thats it, just like that... His hands twined into her red hair, one hand tugging slightly the other cupping the back of her skull as he pulled her down his shaft. His thick cock split her full red lips. He could feel them sliding to the base of him as he urged her to take his hardness deeper into the heat of her mouth. Yes this was good exactly what he needed before his spoiled cousin got to Charon, his aunt and uncle in tow. She was so needy, attention seeking, she would spoil all of his fun. A sly smile split his lips, turning the cruel thin line of his mouth into a wicked smirk. Well perhaps not all of his fun, only time would tell. This was the sort of distraction he needed, a tension release before he was forced to play host. Oh gods. He groaned, he could feel her skilled mouth was driving him crazy. He honestly could not think of a better way to spend his time, even planning for his future, scheming and plotting could not beat the feeling of this. This was good, he deserved this, for wasnt he Halmir Quin? He was Governor of this wasteland, he worked hard, who would begrudge him this brief interlude with the fiery haired beauty who was his latest fascination, his latest distraction meant to make the hell that was Charon just a little better. She was just a taste of the lap of luxury he missed from the inner sanctum. Then again, this hellish barbaric region did have its pleasures, and to Halmir Quin, the goddess on her knees before him was a prime example of these pleasures.