Aasne sang a quick soft song for me, and then she laid out the potato pies. We toasted again with aquavit, and then we chatted about her training and music while we ate. The kroppkakor was delicious. Like most of the Nordar food, it was flavored with dill, rye, and salt. The dish went very well with the aquavit, and I soon felt a warm glow fill my stomach and legs.
Aasne was skilled at conversing. Unless she was singing, there was never a lull in the conversation between us. She jumped from conversation topics easily, complimented me often, and traded jokes with me. As the night moved to the main course of the dinner, I found that we were leaning across the table so that we could whisper, and our fingers came to wrap around each other's.
If this had been a first date, it would have been really damn good. Other than a few times where the freckled woman seemed nervous, it progressed comfortably and felt very natural. I had been a bit worried that there might have been some reason that we wouldn’t have gotten along, but that wasn’t the case at all. If this had actually been a first date, I would have wanted another, and another. Even though we were from two different cultures, and I guessed that I was a bit older than her, we just fit together well.
Dessert was a flourless cake with caramel, cream, and mint garnish. We switched to brandy to drink with it, and she had insisted that she feed me the first bite. It was delicious, so I insisted that I feed her the next bite.
Then we were both on the table kissing each other passionately while we pulled each other’s uniforms off. She let out a grateful moan when I took her nipple in my mouth, and then her moans turned to cries of pleasure when my tongue continued down her body and finished between her legs. Her fingers frantically ran through my hair as I enjoyed another type of dessert, and her beautiful voice cried out a pure song of pleasure when she peaked.
“Ohhhh, my king,” she gasped when she started to come down from her pleasure. “Isss…. Is the door to the kitchen locked?”
“Yeah,” I said as I glanced behind me.
“I am a virg--”
“It’s fine,” I said as we kissed.
“But I don’t know how to pleasure you--”
“Just relax,” I whispered. “I’ll do all the work. Just enjoy yourself.”
Then I pulled Aasne’s hips to the edge of the table and angled myself so that I could penetrate her.
We let the doors stay locked all night.
Chapter 8
The crew and I spent the next day planning what equipment and supplies we needed to take with us on the corvette. We knew we needed enough food, water, and toiletries to make it there, back, and an additional fifty percent just in case, but we were a bit unsure about the weapon load out.
The main concern centered on what would happen if we got boarded by a Jotnar security team. If our intent was to attack them, then we should bring as many weapons as possible. But if the intention was to try to infiltrate their ranks as traders that had been attacked, it might make sense to only carry the bare minimum of weapons. We finally decided to just bring a moderate amount of centerfire rifles, a few shotguns, and pistols with the reasoning that most trade or passenger vessels would have some sort of armory with basic weapons.
Next we needed to decide on the drones. Kasta wanted to bring both of our bulky knight drones, but Paula argued that we would probably have to leave them behind, and we might not really have a need for them. I agreed with her, and the twins ended up just bringing six of their dragonfly scout drones.
Then we went about loading up our new craft.
The corvette was a small vessel. It measured one hundred and ten meters long, but was only about half the width as Persephone. It was actually a perfect size for the seven of us, and we quickly got situated with the bridge.
“Crazy to think you just bought this baby because you needed it, and we are probably going to leave it behind,” Zea said as she wiggled her tight ass into the leather pilot’s seat.
“Yeah,” I laughed and sat in the co-pilot’s seat. “We could have easily stolen a ship like this out of Elaka Nota’s yard. Hell, this was probably the perfect size for the three of us. Well, maybe a bit too big, but Persephone was much too big.”
“She was meant to be with us,” Eve said as she sat at the terminal that controlled one of the ship’s four light plasma cannons.
“Ehhh, this ship isn’t bad,” Kasta said as she tapped some controls on the other gunner station. “Chairs aren’t as nice, controls aren’t as smooth, floor isn’t as polished, the ceiling is a little low, doesn’t smell as good, rooms are tiny, only showers and no tubs, missing--”
“We get it, Sis,” Paula laughed. “We only have to be in this for fifty-ish hours. We’ll make it work.”
The elevator opened directly to the bridge, and it slid open to reveal Madalena, Sivaha, and Juliette. They had been inspecting the exterior of the ship when we arrived and had said they would soon meet us on the bridge. Juliette wasn’t wearing her police uniform. Instead, she wore a tight fitting pair of dark blue jeans with brown leather cowboy boots and a green blouse with a white scarf tied around her neck. She had a leather cowboy hat on, and she tipped the front of it to me when she noticed me looking at her clothes.
“How’s the ship looking?” I asked.
“The exterior looks damaged,” the Prime Valkyrie said as she fixed her gray eyes on me. “Food supplies are in the galley, and the systems have been checked twice. You all have civilian style clothes in your rooms. Have you all made sure you are not wearing anything Vaish besides your Aegis?”
All of us nodded and glanced down at our street clothes. Most of us were wearing jeans, boots, and leather jackets, but Elana was wearing a long gray summer dress that showcased her slender figure and high-heeled shoes. I guessed that she was trying to dress more feminine to compensate for a lifetime of pretending to be a man, but I didn’t yet intend to talk to her about her choice in wardrobe.
“What about our cover?” Zea asked.
“Seeds, medical supplies, and a terraform unit.” Sivaha answered as she polished one of her long silver nails.
“Whoa!” Paula gasped. “How did you get one of those?”
“We had one sitting around from a ship we impounded a few years ago,” Juliette said with a shrug.
“That has to be worth a lot of rhodium,” Kasta asked.
“Yep,” Juliette said, “but it is a really good cover. Pirates, corps, governments, or anyone with a ship and a fucking cannon will want a terraform unit. This one isn’t that impressive; clock says it would take eight years for an Earth-sized planet, but it’s worth a few dozen kilos of rhodium.”
“Thanks for that,” I said. “It really is a good cover. They will want it instead of shooting us down.” As I spoke, I saw Madalena shake her head, and I could feel a bit of frustration from her.
“Did we pay for the unit?” I asked Juliette.
“Naw,” the cop said as she walked through the bridge and inspected some of the controls. The room was an oval shape, with a single captain’s chair in the middle, two pilot’s chairs, a navigation chair, and four gunners stations. There were also a few bulkhead chairs attached to the back wall, but they weren’t next to any terminals.
“Are you going to get in trouble?” I asked.
“It was locked in a storage room in a police evidence warehouse,” Juliette said as she came to stand next to Zea’s chair. “They might find out, and they might get mad, but I might not even be there.”
“You might not even be there?” Zea asked with a confused look on her face. Then her eyes opened wide.
“You are in my seat, Blondie,” Juliette said as she pointed to where I was sitting. “That’s your seat. Adam’s seat is over there.” The redhead pointed to the captain’s chair, and the bridge became quiet as my wives all looked at me.
Then Juliette looked at me and smiled.
I thought through my options and couldn’t really think of any negatives. I liked Juliette a lot, and I trusted her to have my back. She was cunning, smart, good with a gun, and funny. I knew that her ambitions might not end with her just being my pilot for this mission, but I also knew that we would all be a lot safer with her on board.