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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 18
"We Will Do It"
Ivan did the only thing he could, he observed, let his men observe to satisfy their curiosity, and waited for Angen and/or Captain Swenson to arrive, whichever came first.
It was Angen. Ivan recognized him from quite some distance; he was alone. Ivan motioned to the men to put their weapons on the ground and step away from them; he had to be sure Angen didn't feel threatened.
Angen glided in as though landing in a group of Marines was something he did every day, certainly he showed no fear.
Ivan ran up and embraced him openly, with one hand he reached for the angel's cock which was near his chest, and fondled it impudently.
Angen looked around, and Ivan did the same; his men were beginning to break up into couples and groups again, the mist was getting strong. Angen, though, wasn't particularly erect, so Ivan settled for getting down to business. Business first, then pleasure.
He told of the plan in its entirety; Angen would help knowingly or not at all. Angen was quiet and heard him out.
"What will your men be doing while I and my brothers take their leader hostage?"
Ivan was honest. "We will try to be sure that the Commander is guarded only by men in on the secret. If not, we will warn you away and try something else. It is a risk."
"But it would mean an end to the groups of marauding men, will it not?"
"I hope so." Ivan said. "We can at least get the prisoners freed and the men who will leave the base out of there. Weapons will find their way to the population in the hands of the men now wielding them. I doubt if there would be a more serious problem. Only...." Ivan's eyes had wandered back to the Slan base.
"Yes?" Angen was now getting hard in Ivan's hand, Angen's hand stroked downwards over Ivan's back, and a path of warmth trailed in its wake.
Ivan gasped and closed his eyes. "What about the Slan base? I didn't think it was so close to ours?"
"Yours? Are you now a member of this group?"
"Yes." Ivan admitted. "And most of them are good men, only with a bad leader. The second in command is a man of good sense, he will turn them away from their actions."
"We will do it. But what is your question about the Slan? It is true that another of their ships, a big one, landed well not far away, and the men of that ship has joined the Slan. They have built up their group, but hasn't yours done the same?"
"I suppose so." Ivan leaned over to get a taste of angel cock, the salt taste that had just a touch of new- copper-penny in it. "Do you think they mean us harm?" he said as he rose back up, licking his lips.
"Probably not. We are all castaways here; our first objective is to survive or escape. But we could ask them."
"Perhaps we should." Ivan thought about the Slan he had made love to back in the angel camp. Use him for an intermediary and avoid the conflict at the start.
"Shed those clothes, my little turtle." Angen said, and Ivan grinned, fought free of his clothing. Behind him, the men were too busy with each other to say anything; those who were watching would see Ivan undressing and an angel with a hard-on, they would know what was really happening.
Ivan went back to licking Angen's cock, getting it nice and wet. Then Angen picked Ivan up, Ivan wrapped his legs around Angen's waist and they were off the ground again, Ivan feeling the wind of Angen's wings whipping in his eyes as he hung on with one hand and used the other to guide the long cock into his ass.
It was an easy fit, after Gorman's pounding thick pole. Ivan slid it in and bounced eagerly, enjoying the sights as Angen rolled to put him beneath and the jungle rolled away beneath them and away as they gained altitude.
Where were they going, the Slan base? Ivan looked, no, it was the other direction. They were off towards the base of the mountain, and Ivan despaired that Angen meant to take him back to the angel village. But that could be taken care of later, right now, he had a thick, juicy cock in his ass that needed milking; Ivan swayed beneath the beat of Angen's wings while his own erection rubbed Angen's abdomen.
They flew into a descending cloud of pink mist and Ivan roared, his come flew onto Angen. Angen missed several beats with his wings, and they fell out of the cloud, and Angen's sperm filled Ivan's ass, dripping off onto his asscheeks to cling to the few hairs there, fall to the ground if it found no purchase against the force of gravity and the winds of the heights.
Ivan felt weak after the come, but held on for dear life. It took him a moment to realize that they had come in for a landing.
"I must go now, my little turtle." Angen said. "To trick and tease my brothers into snatching your leader, that will take time. Have your General stand alone atop the rock where we met at the moment the sun is at its height, and we will snatch him then."
"Agreed." Ivan said, and looked around. He was on a ledge, there was a strange basket hauled by ropes there beside him, a man's way down from a cliff-face. Where was he?
"Ivan?" came Swenson's query.
Ivan turned to see Captain Swenson behind him, in a small cave with furnishings for one man, lying on the floor while Tarzan fucked him heartily. Ivan grinned. "Sorry, Vid. This is where the angel brought me."
"Be with you in a minute." Swenson panted. "Enjoy the view or something."
Ivan stood there with no clothes on, looking at the rock where the squad remained, less than a mile away; they would rejoin the men easily if they moved out now.
He heard the groans and gasps behind him and Ivan turned just to see Captain Swenson blast a load against Tarzan's chest while Tarzan grimaced in the throes of orgasm himself. They finished, fell to the ground limp, and Ivan walked over to see them panting. His own cock, just fired, behaved itself, but Ivan, for the sheer joy of it, when Tarzan rolled off of Captain Swenson, knelt down to lick at Vid's come, lap at the sweaty pecs and cleanse the hairs of the mid-region from their love-juice.
"Enjoying yourself, Lieutenant?"
Ivan stopped with his tongue extended wide, tip on Vid's chest, and grinned like that. "Wouldn't have missed it for the world, Captain. But we'd better hurry before the men try to form a rescue party."
"I suppose so. Tarzan, would you show us the way?"
Tarzan did; Ivan was startled to find a roadway in the trees over the jungle, part bridge, part cleared branches, part vines to swing from and tied strategically. They made excellent progress and arrived back near the rock in less than ten minutes. Ivan had difficulty climbing down from the tree but tried to imitate Tarzan. Swenson, obviously more used to it, had tied his boots around his neck and then stopped to put them back on. Ivan made his way as quickly as he could back to the men.
The men were still there, though arguing with each other. Some wanted to go looking for Ivan, some were for waiting and see for sure if the angel wasn't bringing him back. Ivan stepping into this argument was hailed like a returning hero.
Jackson's greeting was the most effusive, he literally ran to meet Ivan with arms wide and hugged him tight. "We were all so worried about you--sir." he got out. Tears glimmered in the edges of his eyes.
"It's good to be back, Kip." Ivan said softly. Then to the rest of the men. "The angel will help us. Our mission was a success."
"What about the Slan?" one asked.
"Slan?" Vid asked.
Ivan hastily explained, "Captain, Angen told me about them. A large group arrived not too long ago and that's why there are so many of them and they started a new place. Angen doesn't think they'll be a threat, but he has offered to be an intermediary if you'd like. First thing, though, I think we should proceed with our plan."
"Yes." Vid said, with a quick "shush" of finger to lips. "I still don't trust anybody or anything more than necessary. Let's just leave it at that and let me have a look at the Slan for myself."
He gestured for Ivan to climb up on the rock with him, and atop it, he said to Ivan, "Yes, I think the Commander ought to see this. What time do you think would be best, Lieutenant?"
Ivan didn't need a diagram drawn for him. "Noontime, sir. If we'll give him a look when the sun is directly overhead, he'll get the best view."
"Very well, Lieutenant. We'll do it. Let's return to base and see if the Commander is amenable."
Ivan got back down and among the men. He didn't feel naked, surrounded by the men who were little more dressed than he, but he did gather up his clothes and start in dressing.
Jablonski came over and spoke to Captain Swenson. "Sir, the men think it would be best for us to not dress in such heavy clothing, sir. Not until we get back to the base. It's such a hot climate, we think the dress code should be relaxed. With your permission, sir."
"What do you think, Lieutenant." Swenson tossed the ball to Ivan with a smirk.
Ivan pretended to consider it. "A good idea, Private. I will settle for boots and a shirt to cushion the pack." And that's how Ivan dressed, not even buttoning the shirt. He stood like that and said, "Men, this will be the dress code for the trip back."
Laughter greeted the idea, and Ivan leaned over to pull the laces on one of his boots.
He felt a brush behind him, like a warm branch sidling between his buttocks. "Ah, damn, suh, you have sech a cyute a-yus when yuh bend over lak that." came from that direction, with grunts as the branch swayed.
Ivan grinned; he didn't have to look to figure it out. "Then I'll give you another look, Private Gorman."
He bent over, and closed his eyes, groaned in pleasure as the huge cock entered him.
Angel cocks were nice, but a big Marine was the best fuck. He looked up, winked at Private Jackson, watching the proceedings with a blush on his face, and a nice erection, his pale white cock rising out, not huge but so perfectly shaped, a mushroom head that peered from a semi-cut foreskin.
"Jackson, come here." Ivan said, voice uneven as Gorman started in with a slow, rocking motion. As Jackson walked up, Ivan reached and grabbed Jackson's cock. He'd been wanting to suck this private's dick from the first time he'd seen it.
It slid in like it was meant to be there. Jackson's fingers threaded into Ivan's hair, and with a hard thrust from Gorman, Ivan was full of Marine dick from both ends. Only his cock was missing the attention.
Captain Swenson himself rolled under him to fill the breach. "I've been wanting a taste of this cock, Lieutenant." he barked out. A true leader of men, Ivan thought, as his cock slid into Vid's throat.
He was born to fly a scoutship, roam the cosmos. But if he was grounded, he could really learn to love the Marine Corps.
Gorman exploded in his ass with a roar. Jackson came with a quiet, gentle ease as if he was afraid of hurting Ivan. Ivan felt Jackson's come roll off the cockhead and onto his tongue, and he felt such peace with his life, and the relaxation gave him a strange sort of orgasm. It was totally pleasant, but more like his body was putting its mark on this new life of his, taking it totally and making his new friends a part of himself.
Captain Swenson sucked on Ivan's cock until he was thoroughly dry then gave vent to his own passion. Ivan saw with a surprise that Tarzan was giving Vid head competently and lovingly; a facet to the jungle man he hadn't seen before.
"A shame we can't do this all the way back." Ivan mused.
Tarzan came off of Vid's cock with an audible slurp, pointed with wide gestures. "Tarzan have raft there. River runs from there to ocean there." This "there" was near the direction of the base. "We ride and fuck."
"Sounds good to me." Vid said. "We'll do it."
END OF CHAPTER 18
TO BE CONTINUED