[Episode 141751] [Episode 141751]Lira blushed a light rosy red, almost as though having a moment of schoolgirl shyness in spite of having skipped that stage. "No, you really couldn't."
Ranma was stunned at this refusal and couldn't imagine what caused it. "But why?"
Lady Wessex turned to look out a window as her private speeder limo pulled into a shuttle without pausing, the bay designed to accommodate her ground transport as a garage. The hatch behind the vehicle should already be sealing and they'd lift the moment it was, without any trace of motion apparent in any of these actions as she'd paid for luxury compensations to avoid having vehicle motions jostle her as she worked or made notes.
Seeing his earnest face she couldn't avoid answering any longer. "Because they're written on my underwear," the embarrassed lady engineer admitted.
Ranma sat back and double-blinked.
Having gone straight from charming toddler to ice queen, bypassing any middle stages, Lira hadn't quite gotten to learn those lessons and interactions that came from living a life in proper order. She, like many child prodigies, had rammed so much adulthood into her early childhood years that when she became an adult in years she remained undeveloped at heart. For her this had always manifested as a spoiled little princess outlook that endeared her to no one, especially not her husband who'd had grandkids more mature than her and did not appreciate having a trophy bride with childish behavior.
But she'd also skipped that crucial 'skittish schoolgirl' step, whispering in corners and sharing secrets or getting giggly over naughty tales, thinking and puzzling over boys, which meant she'd never outgrown it, merely gone around it and was now finding herself trying to deal with those feelings out of order and without a gaggle of peers to help her along through support and shared troubles with their resultant insights.
Really, she had no peers. Lady Wessex was dealing with twelve year old uncertainty in a twenty-one year old body (it isn't polite to ask, though). Dealing with questions of growing up out of order just made a mess of them.
Case in point - Having bypassed certain stages of development simply meant she hadn't made those developments, and most of those dealt with boys and how to deal with them. And frankly she found herself needing those abilities now, as she'd never been with a boy she liked before and was finding herself ill-prepared to deal with it, or the hormonal rush that followed.
Thinking straight despite hormones had not been a skill of the ice queen, who had simply ignored them or dismissed them.
"Oh," Ranma collected himself, then shook his head. "Then I couldn't ask. No way could I be so crude. But perhaps, when you are changing clothes, could you copy that information out into a form so I could read it?"
Lira found herself both pleased at the gentlemanly conduct and removed pressure, but also massively upset that he hadn't asked or pressed further, as if she wasn't desirable.
Fortunately Ranma was a Jedi and in tune with the Force. He'd also been tapping into her mind to guide his actions somewhat since early on he'd seen how easily she got offended.
Sensing her inner spirit about to tip over the brink into trembling anger he swiftly moved to counter that reaction, acting without thought to mash his lips against hers and press her body back into the plush seat using his chest. Letting her up moments later and gazing deeply into her green eyes with his sparkling blue ones, he amended. "On second thought, I'd like to see them now. Please?"
"Alright," she blinked breathlessly.
The other two occupants of the car, both captain and driver had left from their separate compartment to go to a different section aboard the shuttle as it lifted off into space. They didn't see anything unusual in Wessex remaining behind, she often did so deep in thought or working on some project. Nor did it strike them as odd that she had a guest, as political maneuvering had often caused her to pick up one foil or another before discarding it.
Having personal experience with her attitudes, they felt her desirability to be none and the idea that anything of a romantic nature could be happening was laughable in the extreme. Her own husband loudly proclaimed Lira's personality to be the most effective birth control measure ever created, and had gone so far on one occasion as to publicly offer to give her and a million credits to the first man who could break the ice. But he got to send those who failed to his favorite unsettled permafrost world to 'warm up a bit' in the ice and snow.
Many had tried, a few were frozen in glaciers now. Even the social wolves of galactic society gave up on her as bad business, the Casanovas of the scene wanting nothing to do with so obvious a sucker bet.
Some few of the foolish, brave or desperate died of cold and that was the end of it, except as the butt of a bad joke and stinging social embarrassment to the man's supposed wife.
Ranma's hands had already delved into her robe and brought out a breast to play with, the pale pink nipple crinkling nicely as he breathed upon it. The soft orb was still covered in a pair of filmy layers of lace and vine silk; the outermost layer of cloth a shimmery chemise of pale pink hue covering a much fancier brassier styled as flowering creepers.
Lira arched her back, moaning as Ranma nibbled on her neck, teased the underside of her jaw and stole kisses all the while expertly playing with her breast, flicking, pinching and softly rubbing her virgin mound into an excited state of arousal.
After a couple of minutes boldly going where no man had gone before the boy broke a kiss to ask, "How does it work? I can't seem to find a control on this, unless... This!" He did something delicious with his hand that had her lunge out of her seat and carry him bodily to the floor, pinned beneath her to the flawless and expensive plush carpet. Once the savage series of kisses was broken for air he chuckled throatily.
"Well, it did something. But I can't figure out how that had anything to do with starships." He got practically smothered in her desperate mouth trying to devour him with lusty hunger, driving herself against him in her need, hands rubbing furious and everywhere in youthful inexperience as his only reply.
By now she had shimmied out of her robe, baring her underwear to the waist. Ranma didn't see any writing on it or anything close to a technological interface for him to examine, and knew from personal experience that his best course to finding answers lay in manipulating those controls that he did understand.
Hands cupping breasts, hefting, massaging got him throaty growls in response as her mouth was far too busy with his for meaningful response. The communication held as much data to him, though, as the most richly detailed symphony did to a professional musician. He had to stroke here and here to get the music right, adjusting his actions according to her groans and gasps following clues she had no idea how she was giving.
Her first shuddering orgasm came just heartbeats later, she having small endurance in the face of his efforts. So far his ministrations had not moved below her naval, and had stayed focused primarily on her deliciously pert rack. Leaking honey into her panties Lira realized that he'd not even fully uncovered her breasts to get this reaction.
Desperately she stripped them bare, flinging her robe aside and followed in an inexpert motion with her chemise an eyeblink later. Ranma's hands caught hers and stopped her from stripping totally, using his teeth and lips to tease her as he moved in to do that job himself. She shuddered a second later in sympathetic orgasm as he brought her awareness back to her breasts and coaxed her gently using feelers of the Force.
By now she was opening wide, both her mental defenses and her body, and he gladly entered the former whilst his hands expertly played the later into a rising crescendo of minor yet ever increasing blasts of gradually more mind-blowing climaxes.
Lira was dripping onto his uniform pants and mindlessly grinding herself against him, all over his prone chest, legs and hips, desperately seeking around for penetration by a mind so consumed with animal lust that she could no longer understand basic clothing fasteners.
Deciding her chest had received enough treatment for now, Ranma reached out and clasped her, pinning her maddened, lust-driven form to his with one arm, closely holding the soon to be woman against him as he gazed fondly into her eyes and smiled, reaching at last into her panties with his free arm. She exploded, thrashing against him as she received her first vaginal contact and it shredded what remained of her mind.
Breasts bouncing freely now as he'd removed her bra during play earlier, the lady engineer pinned her mate to the shag carpet with surprising force and shucked her panties in a move neither sane nor rational, yet speedy, reaching out to engulf his awareness within her mental grasp even as she desired to surround and squeeze his genitals within hers.
'Strong is she in the Sticky Side," Ranma's eyes widened as his mental probe became a two-way contact and her lust drove into him bringing equal need even as she clawed apart his shirt and pants with maddened desire.
From there his hands came up, lifting apart her thighs to his own rising desperation as she somehow filled him with the flood of her own desire. Drawing upon his mastery of the Sticky Side he maintained control for a few brief moments playing with her sopping hole before aligning himself to receive her latest attempt to ram him home deep inside of her.
Blood became mixed with sweat and her natural lubrication smeared upon his body in unnatural quantities as she climaxed upon simply receiving that shaft her body had so yearned for all else had been obliterated by her need.
Slamming up and down upon that pole she forgot all else, and so did he, consumed by a feeling so unexpectedly intense that he was quite as much washed away by it as she was. Only the other existed as they intertwined and cooled their fires in a made dash of passion, at last sating their need from raging torrent to gentle stream through repeated dips into the hot bliss of each others many offerings.
Ranma came to with his hands clutching her ass, penis still inside her moist confines with a very sore yet sated and cuddly redhead curled up on his chest sleeping, a smile on her face. The evidence of their activities sliming every surface of the limousines interior all around them and a sweaty imprint of her breasts smashed against all of the windows he could see.
It was, he felt as he stirred himself, quite good enough for seconds.
Lira awoke as the chime that had disturbed their sleep sounded a second time. "My lady," a junior officer appeared on the screen. "The ship is ready for hyper..." he never got further as his jaw dropped open in gaping surprise looking at the two of them and the unmistakable evidence of their activities.
"You will use the privacy screen option in all further communications with me when I am with my guest, is that understood?" Lira's arm snaked out and one dainty finger slammed down on a button with excessive force.
"Ugh... uh... uh..." stammered the other end of that line as the officer's face winked out to be replaced by a blank screen, still speechlessly blathering as that poor man's mind failed him.
The ship's captain, drawn by the unusual sound of confusion on his well-run bridge, came to the comm and was astonished to find it empty of any image. As he was a decisive man unable to think of any good reason for it to be so he struck the override button and was treated to the same picture that had lobotomized his lower officer.
Lira, having half expected this, simply jerked her arm through a rather savage repeat of her earlier stab on her button, shutting off picture yet retaining sound once again before sharply yet tiredly repeating her order, adding, "Captain, you may inform Moff Wessex that his wager has been taken by Captain Ran Mustang, and the objective beaten quite soundly. He is therefore required to relinquish the promised payment to this virile young man, to whit: myself and a million credits. Set your course for home, the Relgim system of Relgim sector so he may collect. With that you may end your transmission and cease bothering me."
There was silence as their response for the space of four seconds as the commander found his voice again, ending when the well trained response broke out through the blackness that had taken hold of that officer's mind. "At once, my lady!"
Lights dimmed on that console as communications finally ceased, and deep in the bowels of Lira's personal Star Destroyer a nameless engine tech, junior grade, got the payout of his career as he'd been the only one stupid enough to bet on her getting laid.
Lira's Jedi companion was already filling her again, reinflating within her moist, smooth sheath and brushing hands against the warming tips of her breasts, nibbling the sides of her neck. A gentle back and forth motion began in their joined crotch as he resumed the activity fate had until so recently denied her.
Already her breath came in short, deep gasps as the sticky rod resumed teaching her the basic rudiments of her sex and all those pleasures piled on the use thereof.
"Another?" she breathed deeply, astonished at his endurance. She'd heard tales... well, never mind what she'd heard! Men, at least in Ranma's case, did not tire out before women if her own sole experience was anything to judge by.
"Mmm, yeees," the boy was now licking her upper parts yet found time to say. "You know, I've looked all over you and there's just nothing that's not delightfully you! I can't seem to find any plans anywhere."
Unaccountably, she giggled. "They're on my underwear silly. But you need a special reader to access anything through the encoding."
"Ah yes," he agreed, joining her in purring. "But somehow I'm not interested in those right now. There's something FAR more fascinating occupying me at the moment."
Lira screamed out her agreement, finally panting, "Later, beloved. I'll show you later. What you've got just now interests me alot, too."
"Yes, much later." Her delighted scream cut off the words.
And so the universe got put on pause for a moment.
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