Chapter 3 - On Independence: Episode 3


                               On Independence
                                    by Volpone

                                      Episode 3

          Quinn and Collie provided the food and drink for the
coming-back-from-the-dead party aboard Serenity. It was very
gratifying to see them back together again. With good food (better
than any of them except Quinn had eaten for a very long time), good
drink (also better for the same reason), no crisis looming, and no
crew dead, the evening started out jolly and stayed that way until
varying degrees of inebriation and laughter filled the ship.
          Several times during the celebration, Athelas looked around
for his sister only to find her either sitting near Quinn or watching
him from somewhere. It was troubling, but when Strawberry began
tickling his ear to get his attention, he forced himself to relax and
turn his attention to his new paramour.
          Once the party had broken up and wandered off in different
directions, Quinn went back to his ship and Vibhrama accompanied him.
This was disappointing to Jayne's since she was the first attractive
single woman he felt he might have a shot with... even if she had
turned him down twice that evening already. Jayne didn't get
discouraged easily, but having a bunch of vacuum between himself and
the female he hoped to wear down put a damper on any more plans.
          Quinn had been torn in how to handle the former madame's
situation. Vibhrama had indicated interest in him, but before this
he'd been the only game in town since she'd not been near any other
males since her rescue, and Quinn didn't care much for being chosen
out of obligation or through lack of options.
          But if she chose to stay behind and try to pick up with
Brown where things had left off between them, she might kick the
props out from under his recruitment plan. If she stayed with Brown,
Qi would certainly not accept Quinn's invitation to join up if Brown
did, and join only if Brown turned him down. It would be too painful
to constantly be around a man she loved who was sleeping with another
woman... a woman she had introduced him to. And if she turned down
Quinn's offer for recruitment, it was much more likely someone else
would stay behind out of loyalty and friendship. Naturally, the same
was true for Brown. If either stayed, he'd probably lose half or
more of the rest as well.
          Now he'd given Vibhrama a chance and Quinn had been able to
observe her around Brown. She seemed friendly but not inclined to
pursue things, but that could just be her being careful of Qi's
feelings.
          As he prepared to return to his ship, Quinn simply
whispered in her ear, “It's your decision. You can stay and try your
luck with him, or you can come back to Columbina and I'll be
satisfied you're there because it's what you want, not out of some
misguided sense of obligation or gratitude.”
          That she hadn't hesitated was answer enough for him.

          Quinn led Vibhrama down the corridor towards his quarters,
her hand through his arm. They strolled very easily, in no hurry to
get where they were headed since they had all the time they needed.
          “So, do you think they'll come along?” she asked him.
          “Difficult to say,” he admitted. “There have been times I
thought it was a certainty but when the time came to return to
Phoenix HQ, some decide they simply don't like the idea of leaving
their home universe. I'm not sure why, but I think some may believe
that if they are part of their home's reality, it might be that
leaving it will make them cease to exist. It's not the case that
we've ever discovered, but it's like religious faith. You can't
argue away a fear that's based in emotion rather than logic, and
trying usually just makes folks dig in their heels. It's a bit like
attacking someone's delusion.
          “But if I had to guess, Strawberry is a certainty unless
the good doctor decides he can't go. Jayne is the cynic and he may
try to convince some of the others to turn us down, but fortunately
he's not in charge, and I think I have a way around him anyway. The
doctor is still trying to reconcile the ideas of time travel and
universe hopping, but once he gives in to the fact it's real, I think
he'll see the obvious advantages, especially when I point out he can
likely treat his sister more effectively than here. Given the
choice, Lena will go where her brother goes, but she instinctively
trusts me because she can feel I'm telling the truth and that I care
about her.”
          They had reached Quinn's cabin, but Vibhrama stopped and
gave him a look with a raised eyebrow.
          “Yes. I noticed how she was so quick to stick by you. Is
there something I should worry about?
          He knew she was teasing. They had an adult relationship,
and she was a former Companion and more recently a madame. Fidelity
wasn't even an option for either of them in any long term sense. She
knew he was married (much married if he was telling the truth about
the group marriage he belonged to with his fourteen wives and twelve
co-husbands), but she also knew his culture was much more mature
about sex and love. Still, it was in her nature to try to get a rise
out of a man she liked, both literally and figuratively.
          He grinned and swung her around into the circle of his
arms.
          “Is that jealousy I hear? Don't worry, Lena brings out the
white knight in me. I want to protect her because she got a raw deal
and she can sense my protective tendencies. It makes her feel like
I'm a big brother, not someone who's looking to get into her
knickers. I'd feel like I'd betrayed her trust if I even considered
going there.
          “Still, I think I may just have to demonstrate how you have
nothing to worry about on that score.”
          She began, “And just how...”
          But before she could go any further, he had swept her up
into his arms and carried her the last few steps before he set her
down on the bed, and as he did, he gave her a kiss that told her very
clearly how he intended to demonstrate.
          It only took fifteen seconds of them swapping spit this way
before she was trying to get him out of his pants. (He often liked
to wear kilts, but for this mission he was sticking with leg-wear
conventional to the styles of the continuum.) He shifted to the side
a bit so he wasn't on top of her, and this gave him room to reach
down and deftly undo her skirt.
          She wasted no time on her part either. Soon they were both
unclothed below the waist.
          But neither of them were out of practice, inexperienced, or
so driven by need that they were going to rush.
          It's true that Vibhrama had tried to demonstrate her
appreciation to Quinn before this. She'd attempted to show him just
how appreciative on a couple of occasions when they had found
themselves alone, but Quinn being Quinn, he disliked any woman
choosing to fuck him simply because they felt indebted. It took the
fun out of it, as if he had no right to enjoy a woman's company if
there were there for any reason other than they wanted him. He was
basically too stinking proud to take what felt entirely too much like
a mercy fuck. He had turned down women on more than one occasion for
that very reason. Hell, he'd done it in his former life even before
becoming Harlequin. He was unlikely to change now.
          But now he'd given her a chance to make her play for Brown
and she had chosen to return with Quinn. That told him what he
needed to know.
          He broke their kiss and panted heavily as he asked, “How
attached are you to this outfit?”
          “It's nothing special,” she admitted, suspecting he
intended to make a mess all over it. She preferred a man coming on
her bare skin if that was what he liked, but she wasn't going to tell
him not to if it was what he wanted. She was here for him to enjoy
himself as much as she could manage. That was part of her
Companion's training, and an outfit was cheap for her getting a
chance to show him she wanted him no matter how he intended to take
her.
          “Good,” he replied. “I find I'm a bit... impatient
tonight.”
          And he reached down and hooked his hands into the neckline
of her bodice, and demonstrating a strength she had no idea he was
capable of, he ripped the top away in both directions, leaving her
exposed breasts open to the air and his admiring gaze.
          Ripping the fabric had been exciting to her. It showed her
how intensely he wanted her in a way no man had ever managed before.
But the process was also painful in several areas including both her
nipples which had been stung by the parting fabric.
          She gasped and instinctively tried to protect her chest,
then actually laughed when the purely emotional reaction to his
unexpected use of brute force had subsided.
          “I should say you're impatient,” she agreed. Then she
relaxed her arms and let him look at her without false modesty
interfering. She gave him a look that asked,
          He didn't say as much, but she more than met his approval.
She was beautiful, and her body was certainly worth appreciation.
Her skin was smooth and soft, rather surprising after her living on
the harsh backwater moon of Deadwood. Her hair was lovely, and if it
were colored, Quinn couldn't tell. But her breasts were perfect for
her—not huge but certainly full enough to make her femininity beyond
question and her sexuality enticing. Her nipples had drawn up tight
both from his kiss and at the stinging they'd gotten from the fabric
leaving them so quickly, but she understood how pain and pleasure
were close relatives where sex was concerned, and she knew that she'd
gladly accept that and more if it meant pleasing him. And pleasing
him would almost certainly please her in the process... so long as he
kept himself even slightly in control.
          In spite of his impulsive and melodramatic bodice-ripping,
lack of control was not one of Quinn's problems. He'd done it purely
because he wanted two things: to show her exactly how much he desired
her; and secondly, to skip ahead to the good part because he was
ready
          And then he surprised her again. She thought that any man
as hard as Quinn was would have no thought but to take her. But he
was taking control not to ravage her on the spot, but to fan the
flames in her belly to the point where she was the one who couldn't
wait any longer.
          Her reaction was naturally to take him inside her one way
or the other, either by mouth or by her very wet cleft, and it would
be her job to make things last until neither could hold out any
longer.
          But he stopped her from either. He took her by the hair,
and she licked her lips thinking she knew what he intended, but
rather than leading her to his crotch so she could demonstrate her
cocksucking skills, he held her flat to the bed forcefully but not
painfully so she couldn't.
          With her head held back, he leaned over and began to kiss
and nip at her throat, his chest just grazing hers and exciting her
nipples all the more, making them stand tall and ache with how tight
they were. He worked along her neck, making her more receptive as he
went.
          And she suddenly had the revelation that Quinn was behaving
like a Companion, intentionally building up the tension and
excitement until they were both ready to burst.
          The only problem with this theory was that there weren't
any male Companions... were there?
          And then she decided that if there were, she was grateful
because Quinn knew just how to make a woman feel as if she were the
most important thing in the universe.
          He had her moaning and giving small gasps each time his
lips touched her sensitized skin, so that by the time he reached her
aching nipples, she gave a gasp and threw her legs tight around his
left thigh, forcing her slippery lower lips hard against him and
rubbing because she couldn't help herself.
          His lips possessed her nipple and trapped it, sucking her
further in until he could take her with his teeth and hold her there
so he could flick his warm, wet tongue strongly across it.
          Vibhrama arched up and her fingernails dug into his back,
and she gave a cry as she had her first fleeting orgasm. It wasn't a
huge one, but it was surprising to her that she did it without his
being inside her somehow. She could come from having a man in her by
any of her three openings if her lover didn't completely overlook her
pleasure, but this was the first time she'd had a climax without
either of them touching anything below the waist.
          He lavished attention on her delightful breasts for what
seemed ages of pleasure but was actually just twenty minutes or so
before he continued his southward trek. She'd come twice more simply
because she couldn't help but rub herself against him as he worshiped
her feminine charms. As a former Companion, she was used to having
more control, but he seemed to know how hard... how long... and
precisely when his actions would bring her the most pleasure.
          As a result, her bucking and cumming the moment his lips
met her primed clitoris was no surprise to either of them. Her
fingers wrapped into his lovely long hair and she cried out her
pleasure as he showed her more attention than any previous lover.
His tongue swirled and danced. Softer, then more firmly. Swirling,
then darting deeper within her. His lips and tongue combining to...
          “AaaahhhhHHH!” she cried out, shaking hard as her body
again found the precipice of sexual joy and willingly let herself be
carried over the edge.
          It was enough. She let the tremors ease back, but before
she was even done with her orgasm, she had pulled him around and
forced him to lay back, refusing to be acted on without acting in
return. If he wasn't as ready to fuck as she was, then she'd get him
there.
          “My turn,” she told him, her voice thick and heavy with
desire.
          She moved down so she was the one between his thighs, and
she locked her eyes on his as she began to show him that a Deadwood
prostitute was nothing like what you could expect from a woman with
Companion training.
          Had he been slow to react, she'd have likely used her
tongue around the head to tease him erect before moving on, but
Quinn's very masculine cock looked ready to spit in her eye at any
moment, so she felt free to begin elsewhere.
          She started low, her hands on his hips, smiling wickedly as
she began to run her soft, warm tongue over his testicles. She
intentionally used just her mouth, taking each into her lips and
sucking gently, just enough to increase his pleasure as her
delightful tongue caressed them, bathing them with her saliva as her
lovely hazel eyes told him that she intended this to be the best head
he'd ever known.
          Once she had paid homage to his dependents, she placed her
lips against the front of his cock and ran them up then down—up then
down—and a third time, then when she reached the head once again, she
kept going up just a touch more until she could tilt her head down
ever so slightly, not breaking eye contact with his smiling face as
she opened up and with incredible relish sucked him into her
exquisite mouth.
          “Mmmmmmm-hmmmm,” she moaned, her tongue enjoying the
sensation of running over the soft skin covering his iron hard
erection. Tossing her head slightly, she changed tactics and used
one hand to manipulate and caress his balls as the other held him by
the base and kept him in position so she didn't lose contact if her
lips happened to relinquish their claim momentarily.
          And she started bobbing her head, watching his every
reaction, repeating what made him react the way she hoped, moving on
if it didn't draw a clear response. She kept changing from using her
hands to moving them aside and concentrating on him using only her
amazing mouth.
          It was the most intense session of oral sex she'd ever
performed whether she intended to coax her partner to cum in her
mouth or not. The taste of semen was nothing new to her, and indeed
she almost always enjoyed it because she associated it with
incredible pleasure, often her own, but much of the time as a madame
she had insisted that her clients wear condoms simply because she
didn't trust their health or hygiene. As such it rendered the taste
irrelevant. Still, knowing she had made a man lose control and
climax in her mouth was a compliment when she was attracted as
strongly as she had been to Quinn. It reassured her that her talents
were still up to the job.
          And so she gave him as big a smile as she could manage with
him in her mouth, and she went down... down... down... until her lips
had no place to go because they had run out of room, every inch of
Quinn's lovely man-meat in her mouth and down her throat.
          And she swallowed around him. And after a couple of
seconds, she did it again. Then a third time, using the mechanism of
the contraction and suction this caused to try to tip him over the
edge so he'd squirt right down her greedy gullet. She'd gladly take
his first load this way, but she had to admit, she hoped he held out
until she had him back with the head in her mouth so she could use
several more tricks she thought he'd enjoy. She'd more than happily
swallow his sticky male offering to her wanton lips if that's what he
gave her the opportunity to do.
          Looking at him, she raised her eyebrow, asking without
words if he were ready to cum, boldly inviting him to do so.
His answering smile told her that if it was what she
desired, he'd not be upset in the slightest. He intended this to be
a much longer evening, and this was likely but the first round.
          So she started to step up the pace, throwing more and more tricks
she'd gathered over her years first as Companion and then as frontier
working girl. She'd bob her head so that her clinging lips slid from
the flare of his crown down until he filled the back of her mouth,
then back again, quicker and quicker, and then suddenly dive down and
swallow him to the base, tossing her head to keep up the stimulation,
then coming back up for air and starting the process over again.
          He gave her a silent, questioning look as he spread his
empty hands, clearly indicating he would be more than happy to put
them to use however she liked. She gave him a “do what you like”
look, clearly telling him that she wasn't going to object to anything
he did. She trusted him not to hurt her or abuse that trust. She
was vulnerable like this, and she told him by her reaction that she
was willing to be vulnerable... for him.
          He directed her gently with the pressure of his hands until
he had her kneeling next to the bed and himself sitting on the edge
of it, giving her much more ease of control but giving him better
access to the lovely breasts he'd spent so much time admiring and
teasing earlier.
          They'd done the entire shift in position without her ever
letting him leave her clinging lips.
          And once they were here, she leaned in and took him down to
the root once again, showing that this position was, if anything,
even better for her purposes.
          He returned the favor by leaning forward slightly so that
his hands could again grasp her full but not exaggerated chest.
Her chest had always been highly appreciative of attention.
She enjoyed that men took great pleasure in it, and she was confident
enough in herself to not think it made her any less a whole woman
that it was so appreciated. It was no different than a man admiring
her hair or eyes or mind or humor or her talented mouth or the
muscles lining her well-trained vagina. They were all a part of who
she was and to object to a man enjoying it any more or less than any
other feature was silly.
          She pulled back enough to give a profound moan of approval
as his hands squeezed, then responded by excitedly bobbing her head,
trying to get him to come in her eager mouth. She was clearly near
the edge herself, and Quinn wanted her to enjoy right along with him,
but he also understood she wanted him to finish this way before they
moved on other activities.
          Both her hands came up to help out, one cupping his balls,
the other jacking the lower length of shaft so her mouth could
concentrate on the first few inches, especially the sensitive ridge
around the head. She loved the way his flared aggressively, and as
he was circumcised, the skin was tighter than so many men from her
former backwater home.
          Using her new grip, she tugged him forward slightly each
time she slid her slippery lips down over his tool, her moaning in
time to her motion all but begging him to fill her greedy mouth.
She heard him draw a hissing breath in through his teeth in warning,
and his hands squeezed her chest harder, telling her he was there.
She beat him to the climax by several seconds, and the moment she
squealed and shook, his cock gave her the proof that she was after,
his semen hitting the back of her mouth with each contraction.
          Vibhrama trembled hard and tried to rub herself against the
back of her own calf because both her hands were involved in coaxing
more of Quinn's sticky seed into her mouth to swallow.
          It took her three gulps to clear her mouth because it
seemed to her dear Quinn had been saving up for a while. She also
thought he'd been using one of those fructose energy boosters pilots
liked to use when they were needing to be sharp, the concentrated
sugars and stimulants being known to change the the flavor of a man's
cum. Leave it to Quinn to think of such a thing. He was clearly a
man who planned ahead.
          She couldn't have known that it was actually an herb from
an obscure continuum he visited that helped both the flavor of his
semen and more importantly the speed at which he could recover. On
top of that, his body was simply more efficient than the normal human
metabolism.
          He decided to take advantage of that now.



