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Book 5

Siha: Rise of Rakhana

Part III

"Silver and Fire"

Casnar stands outside the cabin and knocks two knuckles against the door. He observes the rest of the bridge to bide his time while he waits for the noises behind it to come closer and finally lifts his shoulder off the framing to see the metal panel slide open. Braith puts her head outside, obviously protecting the peace, and Tetonbaum sits on the floor through the door part. Her eyes and freckles look at Casnar as he looks back at her. "My turn." Casnar suddenly laughs at her expression and curls his gold fingers in her hair as he lifts a bottle to his lips and sips, the sound of the drink loud in the bridge. "Had you there—" Braith pushes him out of the way so she can step out into the hallway, Tetonbaum's cloak around her again. She turns and looks up at him.

"What's up, babe."

"Kids miss their mommy," he says, slightly drunk by the smell of his breath. Braith leans around him to look down the bridge, Casnar turning his head to look with her. His chest is still exposed in the crewhand uniform. They turn back to each other.

"I'll get dressed…You okay, Casnar?"

"No…and kind of," he shakes his head, "…but no." He raises the bottle again and Braith blocks his wrist with her hand, "…Why'd you do that for—"

"How many have you had," she asks somewhat imperatively.

He looks up and counts in his head, his violet tebris exposed before he looks back down at her, "…Maybe too three too many (hic)."

Braith at first only gives him a flat-lined mouth, then gently grins and puts her arms around his waist, "…You're insecure right now…It's sweet."

"You made me into a drunk," he says, staring down at her, loving her touch, "…I really hate the fact you're sleeping with him…That's so dirty."

"What's so dirty," Tetonbaum has risen and come over and pushed open the door, takes one look and inhale of Casnar in the bridge and knows, "…You cannot accuse a th'ane of being dirty, we're impeccably sanitary and have good hygeine…Part of our low-scale upbringing," he says with a lowered voice. He glances meaningfully at Braith, "…She has an appetite."

Casnar cringes as he wraps his arm around Braith and turns her from the doorway, turning his face to look at Tetonbaum's broad patak and motioning a finger and a bottle at him, "…Why do you think I have Ylyssus around to keep her busy while I try to recover?"

"That's not true!" Braith slaps his pec by his neck. Casnar tightens his hand on her, liking her feel even if she is hitting him.

Tetonbaum grins, "…Braith defends all her husbands equally…We were talking about you."

"Defending moi?" Casnar points the bottle and his fingers at himself as he straightens up.

"I didn't know you speak French, Casnar," Braith murmurs, tickling his chin as he smiles and twists his head to look down at her face.

"I watch the vids with you, remember, so no, I don't speak French, but I'm drell and I can remember things better than even you, you little morthwyl-human wife of mine," he lifts his chin and hiccups, "…'Scuse me."

Braith looks at Tetonbaum and shares his grin. She moves across Casnar and kisses Tetonbaum, who raises his left hand to cover her cheek and press his lips back against her own. Casnar looks down at what they're doing and groans.

Pushing him onto his back in the second cabin, Braith straddles Casnar and takes the bottle from his grip, setting it down on the floor as she backs up and pulls out his cock from the uniform, "…Get undressed, Casnar…I forgot you need a dose of me once a day, and you're definitely passed your usual."

Casnar helps her take off the tight uniform, and his shaft hardens at the prospect of her closeness and eagerness to be with him again. Tetonbaum steps in to take the bottle, say goodnight to Casnar, and give Braith one more kiss as his hand touches her flat belly through the cloak she has over her shoulders…Then he leaves as Casnar and Braith connect their lips together, Casnar rolls her over onto her back on the bunk and woolen covers, indulging in the sound of her soft giggles and even softer feel as he slides in.

He gets rights to it, hips moving fast as her giggles turn into soft cries of pleasure, high and breathy, her body primed and accepting of his girth. Her legs clasp around him like a vise and Casnar breathes in the scent of her neck and hair…She smells good to him.

"You feel like home," he whispers quickly and rises up, pressing her thighs down with her foot soles in the air as he pistons into her heat and slick, "…Kala, why do you always feel so amazing, Braith…Touch me, baby," he encourages her hands on his chest and abs, dragging a finger down to his belly button as he focuses on her eyes and the shape of her mouth in a rapturous part of full lips, "…Fuck," he thrusts harder and leans forward, collecting her back with his arms as she wraps her arms around his strong neck. Casnar groans sweetly into her ear, turning his face to kiss her mouth as he cups her breast with a hand and rocks her on the bunk mattress.

Sitting next to each other, he flexes his hand, opening and closing his fingers, then looks at Braith. She turns her head and smiles back at him, "…So what's the deal, Braith…Is he husband number three or not."

"Not. He's still married to Kasumi, but he wants a kid."

Casnar rolls his head back on the bulkhead and shakes his chin, "…There's no irony there…Tetonbaum would make a good father…He's technically at his prime…You know how many offers he had to ignore while working for the government on Kahje? You seem to be the only one who's broken through to his weakness."

"He does want children," Braith looks away, her eyes moving to the corners.

"Children?" Casnar leans forward and stares at her. "Did you say children? As in more than one?"

Braith looks at him and smiles, "…You never know with these things, Casnar."

He thumps back against the wall, "…You realize I have to share you now with two drells?"

"Pretty thoughtful about it, yeah," she gazes evenly back at him, "…Isn't that common for papir'aias on Rakhana to have multiple consorts, including their wife?"

"Yes, but," Casnar stares at the ceiling, then looks back at her, "…This can't be a new norm."

"Why not…I have three of the most powerful drells in my hand," she says with an evil voice, curling her fingers, "…and the world is next, ba-haha." Casnar gives her a hooded stare.

He paws her hands down and wraps his arms around her, pulling her over to him, "…Look at you, the Mechinist will tremble when he realizes who he's messing with…" They kiss as she fondles the valley of muscle between his pecs.

There is a knock on the door and Braith and Casnar slowly separate, Braith standing up in Tetonbaum's cloak as she says, "…That's Ylyssus, I bet," and Casnar leans his head against the wall, sighing and closing his eyes.

"Of course it is," he says softly, tiredly and sleepily, "…But in case it's Feron—You better send him away, Braith, no Feron."

He hears her chuckle and Ylyssus's whispers to her from the doorway…The door closes and she runs back and jumps on him, Casnar groaning as he latches onto her knees and opens his emeralds to her grays, "…What's going on here, can't we just slide into the bed gracefully, not jump on me like you're one of the twins?" His cross expression softens as they resume their kisses, Casnar raising his hand to cup her hair and the side of her head as he carries her weight down onto his lap and adjusts himself to lay atop her, a knee sliding up beside his hip. He enters her, both of them sighing at the tenderness of their bodies' reunion, and slowly he makes another round of love with her.

"What if I give you another kid…Or am I only allowed one?"

"One, Casnar…only one."

He chuckles and falls quiet, their lips locked once again.