The First Flame part 16

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“This is weird,” Neil groaned.

“Please? Do me this favor. I have to check that ship. Maybe it still has fuel.”

“Do I have to… touch you?”

“Just grab my waist, hold my hand, the typical. We can pretend for some days. Maybe a week. Dad has to see us to believe it.”

Neil glared. “If he hurts me…”

Ran laughed. “He won’t. He practically raised you and considers you a son. Besides, Jaxxon will throttle him if he upsets Nebula by laying a hand on you.”

“Still,” Neil hesitated. “I’m not sure…”

“Please?”

He groaned. “You owe me a batch of joy berries.”

“Thank you! I’ll start the operation tomorrow.”

She checked in with Terra, who was still gathering the courage to talk to her baby daddy. She filled her in with the drama with Akane, and she became so heated that she contemplated stomping her pregnant self over to finish Ran’s job.

That night, she ate dinner with family. She sat close to Kira, who was still keeping her distance from Vrox, and made her feel better.

Although her brain ached from what she learned about Genesis and her heart had an ache of its own, she was grateful she got to see her family again.

Instead of going to bed, she flipped through her clothes and searched for a short dress. She needed to make it look like she was trying to impress Neil by dressing differently.

Her father was no fool. If he saw her fawning over Neil from one day to the other, then he would know something was up. She had to take things slowly. Start with a few changes that would turn heads and make them wonder who she was dressing nicely for.

It was hard finding Vrox the next day. It seemed like he was attempting to avoid his family. She wasn’t sure if he was ashamed or just needed time to think.

She tracked down Ni’ev, who had his tongue shoved down his wife’s throat.

“Uncle?”

He pulled away from Rosa, who smiled shyly and rushed off with his laundry basket.

“Hello.”

“Hey. Have you seen dad?”

The question seemed to startle him.

“No. Sorry, Ran.”

She pursed her lips. He was holding something back, keeping yet another secret.

She had to wait until lunchtime for Vrox to return. She made sure to pass by him. As predicted, Vrox scanned her short dress with a frown on his face, but didn’t comment on it.

The next day, she added makeup to the mix. The third day, she was giggling at anything Neil said. Her sisters were already filled in, so they weren’t confused by her acting.

On day eight, Neil was holding hands with her as they passed by Vrox. He stared, looking as confused as Jaxxon, but remained silent.

If Neil was any other guy, he would’ve been cut down by the sword dangling from Vrox’s fist.

It was day nine when the operation reached its peak. Neil went to Vrox’s office, sweating from head to toe, and asked if he could take Ran on a date. Meanwhile, Ran waited outside with her guards, who watched her like a hawk.

She tensed when Neil emerged with Vrox beside him. They walked down the short steps and met her outside.

“Is this what you want?” Vrox asked.

She nodded.

Maybe he wanted to please her after everything that happened, or maybe he was eager for her to forget about Eon. Whatever the reason, he nodded and took a step back.

“You will have her home for dinner, or I will come looking.”

“Thank you, Commander.”

Vrox raised a hand and made a gesture to Ran’s guards to dismiss them. They left, and she felt like she could breathe again.

Neil took her hand to make the act look more believable. Vrox stared for a heated second before turning and leaving.

“I think I pissed my loincloth,” Neil whispered.

She laughed. “Come on, big baby. We have to get to that warship.”

Under her bed was a bag that was already prepared. She tossed it over a shoulder, changed into her good sandals, and shoved four daggers into her bag like the paranoid former lieutenant she was.

She walked to the treeline with Neil, and then began running like her life depended on it. They raced like the good times of their childhood. It took two hours of traveling to find the ship.

“My girl,” Ran sighed. With her arms expanded, she hugged the cold, nearly unpenetrable metal.

She wasn’t surprised to see that the ship was unguarded. There was no way inside without the proper biometrics.

She jogged to the broadside where the gate was placed, and scanned her palm. She wasn’t sure if her father or the Federation removed her from the system, but she doubted it. Ezronians could barely fly the thing.

The door snapped up, giving her access to the two-floor, death-machine. As she stepped inside, she could still heal the clack-clack-clack of her metal armor meeting the floor, and her soldiers stomping their feet and chests in greeting.

“I’m sorry I abandoned you,” she said to the ship and to the memories of her soldiers. “But I found a new adventure I want to explore.”

Eon.

She needed to send a transmission to her soldiers– well, her former soldiers, since she probably got replaced. The transmission would have to wait. She had bigger things to deal with.

“Whew, this thing is huge!”

“Yeah, she is,” Ran smiled. “She used to be mine.”

But now I’m trading her for another machine.

“Let’s go check out the–”

“Echo!” Eon yelled.

“Fates, what are you doing? Sound won’t bounce off the walls like that. These walls are soundproof to give the cabins privacy.”

“Ran, I already have one mom. I don’t need two,” he grinned. “Let’s go. Give me a tour.”

“Well, the command center is this way.”

“No, no. Let’s go from the ground up. I want to see it all.”

They took the chute downstairs. There wasn’t much there. Only cells, cabins of the lower-status guards, supplies, and cells.

“If I knew this thing was so impressive, I would have escaped with you,” Neil said.

She snorted.

“What? I would’ve made your soldiers look like–”

“Who’s there?”

Ran’s feet started running, because she recognized that voice.

“Eon?!”

“Ran!”

She slammed herself against the cells and touched his face, his chest.

Eon didn’t seem interested in getting petted. With the bars still between them, he reached out and grabbed two handfuls of her ass. He lifted her two whole feet and devoured her as best as he could through the bars.

Their teeth clashed, and her lip hurt when he bit it, but the pain was soothed away when he licked from neck to lips. The makeup Ran applied for another man was smeared off.

Her panting came out in puffs, heating the metal bars. His naked chest made her feel even hotter. He burnt her with his slabs of muscles. She should pull away, but his cock felt so good against her belly, his hands so lovely cupping her ass, that she would risk evaporation.

“Eon,” she moaned. “Let me open this.”

“The panel was destroyed. Only brute force of multiple men will spread these bars. Why did you come back to me, Ran? I said goodbye. You should have stayed away.” His teeth bit into the nape of her neck, and one of his hands found her nipple. He squeezed punishingly, and like the one time in Tulis, she gushed between her thighs.

He inhaled, as if he could smell her underwear. “You should have stayed away,” he repeated.

“How are you here? It has been weeks,” she rasped, barely registering the stack of food rations in the back of his cell.

“Your father pulled me on-board last minute.”

“So he’s setting you free?” she laughed, cupping his cheeks.

“No.”

“What?” she shook her head. “What does that mean?”

“He will banish me to The Icelands.”

“No, he won’t. I will talk to him.” She nodded madly.

“If he sees us, he will take me away faster. You should go back to where you came from, Princess. We do not belong together.”

Although he spoke of separation, the hands cupping her ass pulled her deeper against the bars.

“No. I won’t leave you again. Eon, I…” she licked her lips. “I really like you. I want to be with you, learn about you. We could…”

We could burn hotter.

“What if we run away together? We can hide. My sisters and mom would understand if I left.”

He kissed her harder to erase the words. “No. I will not turn you into a refugee.” He dropped her and pulled away. “Go home. This is no place for you.”

“Please,” she cried, reaching out through the bars.

He looked pained. His shoulders dropped, and his hands fisted. “This is the honorable thing to do. I must accept your father’s punishment.”

“Damn honor!” she argued. “You are no criminal!”

He looked away. “Go. Be happy.”

“Be happy?” she laughed and looked around madly for a solution.

Her eyes locked on Neil, who was leaning against the wall in the shadows to give her privacy.

She took his hand and pried him out.

“Is this what you want?” she asked Eon while pulling Neil’s hand to her butt.

“Ran…” Eon warned.

“Tell me, is this what you want?” She rose to her toes and threw her arms around Neil. Before she got to kiss him, a hand gripped the bottom of her skirt and pulled her backward. It ripped, and she thudded against the bars, and a fleshy bulge.

“Get the Mothers out of here,” Eon snarled at Neil. “I will kill you. She is mine. Do you hear me?”

His growling sent a vibration up her back.

Neil hesitated, and Eon only got wilder. There was no sense of shame as he lowered one of his hands between her legs to cup her pussy.

Ran raised a hand to dismiss Neil. “I’ll be fine. He won’t hurt–”

A hand wrapped around her neck and spun her around.

“Are you sure about that, Ran? Are you sure it won’t hurt if I stuff you full of cock and rut you through these mothering bars?” he squeezed tighter. “You drive me crazy. You insolent woman.”

She smiled, although she couldn’t breathe.

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