Chapter 14 - Solomon Eclipse,

You close your eyes at you stare at the screen. The numbers hang in your mind's eye, glowing white embers that hang in the dark. They swirl and letter's pop into their place. Letters that imply a name. Your name. 

"Sol," You parse at first and hear Zoraida's voice catch in her throat. "Solomon." The symbol on the screen, one you remember painting on the back of this very ship, of an eclipse, your surname, your birthright. "Solomon Eclipse." You smile as tumblers turn and locks release in your head. "Captain Solomon Eclipse." You open your eyes to Zoraida leaping toward you, arms wide as she pulls you into a hug.

"SOL!" She cries your name and keeps it up. "It was driving me nuts, not being able to call you that." Her hug has you immersed in her chest. The soft silk of her clothing turns sheer as lace, and your skin is warmed by the golden globes. You smile as her hug pulls her flesh against your face, and your lips kiss the inner curves her barely bound and bouncing breasts. She gasps, and whispers your name as your kisses give way to sensual licks. Each stroke of your tongue drags against the material of her clothing, and in its wake it wrinkles up and recedes.

"Sol..." She whispers your name and you look up into her eyes, you smile as you take her breasts in your hands. Their weight rests comfortably in your palms as your fingers press into her flesh and pull her close. She let's out a cry before your lips meet hers, and you muffle her moans with your tongue. As your tongue works its way into her mouth, your hands keep teasing her tits. Their flesh seems to swallow up your fingers with every squeeze and that wonderful warmth that's present in her body spreads into your fingertips. 

She moans as you slide your hands up and around her breasts, dragging your fingers over every centimeter of shimmering skin. Your thumbs brush against her thick nipples and Zoraida groans, sucking on your tongue. Her own tongue presses back against yours and she opens her eyes enough to let that golden light spill out over her flushed cheeks. 

Her hands aren't idle, though. While you've been groping and tongue fencing, she's been digging into your pants and working your length. Her hands are hot in a gentle way against your most sensitive skin. They pump at your shaft and she flicks her thumb over the head of your shaft. She balances on one foot, and with the raised foot, again dressed in a dainty golden slipper, pushed your pants down around your ankles. With a laughing hum into your mouth, her weight bobs back to the other foot, her breasts shifting in your grasp as she brings another leg up enough for her heel to jiggle her heavy ass.

With a gasp Zoraida, breaks the kiss, thick strings of spit and glistening liquid connect your wet lips to hers. She spins on her heel, and pushes you down onto a bar stool with a bump from her rump, shaking her ass into a fit of jiggles mesmerizing and downright tantalizing. She bucks her ass up and slides the thick bare cheeks up your thighs and into your lap.

She brings her hands together and with a thick, delicious, clap she smacks both cheeks together and sandwiches your shaft as she pumps her ass up and down your abs. You exhale as you watch your cock vanish and reappear between her cheeks as she slaps her thighs hard against into your lap and sends thick ripples through the cheeks with her clapping hands.

But you need more than that, your cock throbs but doesn't swell past that point of release. It's not that her ass doesn't feel good enough to blow a load all over her back, its just the moment your near that point, she slows down and pulls her cheeks apart so you can see your dick, pulsing impatiant and confused. She chuckles in that same laugh as she pulls up from your ass, her eyes flutter closed as she enjoys feeling your cock throb hotly against her, while you sit there and just take it.

Your lips turn a smirk as you wait for her to pull away again. This time when she pulls up, your hands reach out to grab her hips and pull her close. She lets out a bark of laughter that rises into a moaning cry as your cockhead grazes between the lips of her cunt. Wet honey drips down over you, while you hold her there. The head just kissing the lips of her pussy. Your arms flex and strain as you hold her there, before you slam her down onto your waiting cock.

Your hands dig hard into her thick thighs and you push up, and into her. Your back braces on the wall of the bar and your bare feet push into the lower rim of the stool as your ass comes off the seat. Her cunt clings to your cock and pulls as your ass falls and hits the bar stool. Thrust after cunt spreading thrust, slap after ass smacking slap, your cock presses deeper and deeper into Zoraida until that same kissing suction pulls at the head of your cock. You cry out her name and she howls yours. You cum and feel her gush around you as her pussy shudders and pulls at your cock. 

Your cock pumps rope after rope of cum into her, and she shudders and writhes on your cock. Her legs pull up, till her knees squish her breasts tight, and the shift in her weight trigger a lighting quick throb in your cock. Your body shakes and you wrap your arms around her to hold her close. Her breasts shake and ripple in your bear hug. As you tuck your chin against her neck, you hear her gasping for air. As your cock throbs once more before, her labored breathing levels out. 

You laugh.  A thought occurring to you.

"What's so funny, Sol?" Zoraida asks, and you feel her stir around you, her walls trying to coax another round out of you.

"Given how you react to saying my name, I think you might have to keep calling me 'Captain'." You start to laugh again, but Zoraida turns in your lap, and fixes you with a cold stare from her golden eyes.  "Haha?" You chuckle half-hearted, your humor shriveling faster than your flagging erection. Then she smiles and taps you on the nose.

"Nope." She decrees before sliding off of you and skipping a little ways down the bar. You exhale, feeling as tired as you probably should be after today. Actually, it's already tomorrow, you read a line of numbers that project from the ring onto the back of your hand. Not bad. It's also a clock. You yelp as something cold and wet falls into your dick and look to see a couple of damp napkins spread on your lap. 

There's a light scent of lemon to them, and you look to see Zoraida wiping some stray strands of cum and honey from her thighs. You wipe yourself up, before standing up to wipe the bar stool. You pull up your pants and toss the napkins down a narrow chute into a trash bin.

"So." You lean against the bar and look at the data pad you'd been holding. "Once we get into the Aulus system, we can scan to see if anyone from the crew's been there, or still is there." Zoraida nods as her clothing reforms around her body, soft looking pajamas rather than her gold uniform. "But at the very least we can look into what the Doctor was searching for?"

"That sounds like a plan, Sol." She purrs your name and smiles with an appropriate amount of smugness. 

"Right." You close your eyes and press your hand to your temples. You feel like that wave of exhaustion is on the way. Somehow, fucking Zoraida is putting it off, but it's not going away without actual sleep. Still. "I think I can do with some bed reading." You pick up the tablet, and Zoraida shrugs.

"There's other tablets in your room, but sure." She offers as she hooks her arm into yours and the two of you return to your quarters to slip into bed. You dim the lights and Zoraida closes her eyes and rests her head on your shoulder as you scan through the tablet. The amount of information is mind numbing, but at the same time it feels all general and generic.

When it comes to politics it's like diving into a library catalog. Names of systems and their coordinates, the star type and how many worlds orbit them. A click leads to a basic history page on the stars, and links to recent logged news articles. The problem is a lot of the files haven't been accessed in recent months, and were either purged or were never filled out in the first place.

It looks like a lot of space is places you've never been or were particularly interested in.
As you skim the saved news articles, the general gist is a day by day of which interstellar governments are expanding, who's given up territory, and what a lot of the articles are calling the 'Powder Keg'.

You dig into the subject and find that there is a general build up of arms between two Factions in a region of space 'Outwards' of Aulus, if you're reading the cooridinates right. Just before the Gorbuile Nebula, is a region of K and G class stars of the sizes ideal for large green bands. Some of them support multiple inhabitable worlds, or viable moons for sealed colonization.

The several planets are forming into one of two factions, and are gearing up for a war apparently centralized around a very hot issue: Fully Converted Cyborg Humans, and their Enslavement or Indentured Servitude. 

Besides the Powder Keg, there are also several less weighty issues. 

In the System of Berum, Just Out of Astir, reports were good that the Berum Berry season would be one of the best the planet had ever seen. A single click leads to an article on the Berry itself. Considering one of the 'Proofs of Divine Altruism', the Berry has been scientifically proven to promote improved health, increased sex drive, fertility, virility, and shows a remarkable improvement in stamina.

That Berum has the highest growth rate of any colonized world is a demonstrated proof to that.

The Berries can be consume in a jelly that does NOT have these immediate effects, and is a generally agreed upon 'super food' that is dense in vital vitamins and calories. 

The Governor of the planet has put an open call out to ships of all makes and sizes to assist in the transportation of this expensive export. To the tune of Ten Thousand Credits for every ton shipped. You whistled appreciatively as you consider that option.

Then, on Danz, just past Shoka, a festival of expensive art and relics from "The Fall of Earth" are being showcased, apparently to raise money for tribal human fleets operating without a home world, given their refusal to recognize the Empire as a legitimate surrogate for Earth.

The article shows items on display, but the comment section is a veritable flame war. Comments in English stating that the Tribe Fleets are race traitors who refuse to accept the truth just because they don't control the majority of opinion.

There's some contrary remarks, that the Empire, while one of the largest Human founded governments left, isn't the statistically largest, most populated, or wealthiest. These posts include links to the Stellar Stock Exchange, and various Census Bureaus.

The ensuing replies were flagged for racist language, but left in posterity, along with an admin note of the user being locked out of the politics section for a period of 100 standard days.  

You look into general news about Aulus, and it seems like all three sides have signed an accord that ensures that, for another 452 local days, a non-aggression agreement will remain in effect. That's good, because it also looks like trade is up in the region and with it a lot of travel to examine the 'rare chemical ices' on some of the outer worlds. Neat.

You sit back against the pillows and let the tablet rest on your lap. With a yawn, you wrap your arm around Zoraida and let sleep take you, at last. Your plans hinge on what's happening in Aulus at the moment. Things are stable, but very active, lots of traffic, easy to hide yourself in. You set an alarm for six hours, and expect you wont have the same issues as when you woke up today.

Hopefully you'll have fewer crazy robots to deal with, and less of the ship you're on exploding. You like this one. But as you smile at that thought, sleep does pull you down into the dark. But it is a warm dark, and you are no longer alone.

What's your plan for when you wake up?