All rights reserved. On Corridian Wings 3: Havensafe Steve Boiseman Copyright ©2006 Steve Boiseman No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and email, without prior written permission from Changeling Press LLC. ISBN (10) 1-59596-247-6 ISBN (13) 978-1-59596-247-8 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1561 Shepherdstown, WV 25443-1561 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Connie Alberts Cover Artist: Karen Fox This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. Chapter 1 Astrid The Rigellian slavers came at dawn. Astrid was waiting. She’d been on this snow encrusted mountainside for three weeks, holed up in two sparsely furnished cabins of a meditation retreat. Playing the role of a troubled young woman didn’t come naturally and she was heartily sick of it. Endless days of boring inaction and dwelling on the past had left her miserable and feisty. A fatal combination. But now, it looked as though her play acting had paid off. The slavers’ ships were unmarked. Light fighters with a crew consisting of a pilot, a gunner and two soldiers, they were designed for fast raids into enemy territory. They also had cramped room for four prisoners which made it ideal for this type of operation -- a snatch and grab of highly prized slaves. Three fighters pierced the blanket of high level clouds. Two continued on toward the snow dusted ground and one, providing air cover, hovered at two hundred meters. It was a professional, military operation. They’d done this before. As the fighters made their descent through a band of icy mist, Astrid’s dreamy thoughts were with Vidar and the wedding night they’d never had. It had been eighteen months now. Well over the normally accepted mourning period. Yet, her heart would not let go. It was moments like this, in the warmth of a single bed, that she could imagine his touch on her trembling flesh. Her mind’s eye traced the fine detail of his face, his high cheekbones and firm, square jaw. His full lips were made to be kissed. His smile was devastating. It creased his cheeks and brightened his dark eyes. That smile could soften her anger and dissolve Steve Boiseman On Corridian Wings 3: Havensafe - 4 - her fears, making life worth living again. His dark eyes shone whenever he looked at her. It was as if he could look into her soul and understand why she hated the world. Vidar was blessed with the biggest cock she’d ever experienced. No matter what he did with his clothes, he couldn’t disguise its considerable length or satisfying girth. What he could do with it turned her belly to mush. That cock would stretch her and fill her like no other. Not even Lars, her first love. When Vidar was inside her, she was transported into another plane, another reality. Making love on the wing was glorious and her cunt moistened each time she thought of it. The day he’d proposed, she’d been riding his cock in the warm, sultry skies above a languid ocean lagoon. She’d almost lost consciousness in mid flight and he’d carried her limp body down to the warm sand. He’d come with her first orgasm. His juices slipped down her thighs as he whispered in her ear the words she’d longed to hear. Oh, how she missed him. Her pussy moistened and Astrid cupped her sex through her fatigues and pressed hard. A slow wave of pleasure radiated from her clit and filled her belly. Her body’s remembered lust took her thoughts back to those all night orgies of sexual abandon and the long hours of languid snuggling and silent caresses. Vidar could stay erect for hours, his rock hard cock pleasuring her in every way. He seemed to know, as if by instinct, how to take her to the brink of orgasm with just a touch of her wings. With a gentle caress of her scapular feathers, his fingers sliding along their frictionless length, she’d swoon like a naïve teenager. As she beat her alabaster wings, he’d stroke the silky frond-like alula, sending her over the abyss of multiple orgasms. But it was the after play that had shown her the real meaning of love. As their bodies recovered from their energetic coupling, it was Vidar’s soft touch and whispered words that took her to a safe place where she could relax and feel at peace. Astrid groaned as she repressed the desire to bring herself to climax. This was not the time. Not now that her trap was set and she was about to snap it shut. There was a muffled thud as the first fighter touched down in the open field beside her hut. Snow crunched beneath its landing skids. It was immediately followed Steve Boiseman On Corridian Wings 3: Havensafe - 5 - by the second fighter which, she guessed, had landed close by the other hut. She hoped that Linnea and Bjorg were alert. Astrid tensed when the hatches swished open. Heavy boots crunched through the snow and then, a pause, a profound silence punctuated by her door bursting open. Her night vision glasses guided her aim and she fired her laser pistol through the bed clothes. The helmeted Rigellian didn’t see it coming and fell silently into the hut. His partner blundered in after him, firing high. Astrid meant to only wound him in the legs, but as he fell over his compatriot, her beam caught him in the head. The firefight at the second hut wasn’t going so well. She heard Linnea scream, a shouted oath from Bjorg and then, the crump of laser cannon. She tumbled out of her bunk and, folding her wings behind her, slid through the hole in the wall she’d previously prepared. Behind her, the hut erupted in a ball of flame with a direct hit from the fighter’s laser cannon. She scampered down the drainage ditch that ran beside the hut and reached her Second Phase firing point. From the hillside to her left, a laser cannon fired and the fighter hovering in the sky blossomed into incandescence. “Nils, you beautiful bastard!” All the action was at the second hut. Astrid circled around to get closer to catch the Rigellians as they left. The hut was burning and two Rigellian soldiers were in full flight back to their fighter. That they were empty handed meant that Linnea and Bjorg were dead. Astrid fired, bringing one of the reptilians down in a steaming, blood- splattered heap. Behind her, the hillside cannon were taking direct fire from the fighter’s gunner. The two-pricked bastard was a good shot. Nils and his gun crew were blasted into infinity. Astrid closed her eyes in a silent blessing of the dead. With a single sweep of her wings, she launched herself in pursuit of the remaining soldier. The other fighter had lifted off and hovered a meter off the ground, waiting for him. It targeted her with small laser fire as she zigzagged her way toward her prey. Steve Boiseman On Corridian Wings 3: Havensafe - 6 - A shoulder-launched rocket fired from behind the burning hut, sizzling past her and striking the hovering fighter, shearing off one of its engine nacelles. The craft lurched over on one side and plummeted to the ground, blossoming on impact into a giant fireball. Astrid’s heart leapt in relief -- at least one of her friends was still alive. The remaining fighter lifted a meter or two, its hatch still open. The fleeing soldier desperately feinted to his right. His kilt flapped, giving her an eyeful of his bare, olive skinned buttocks. Astrid’s jaw set in grim determination. She had to capture him or all this would be for naught. With a great sweep of her wings, she accelerated and crashed powerfully into the Rigellian’s backside. Wrapping her arms around his thick legs, she used their combined momentum to bring them both tumbling into the snow. Seeing that the soldier was lost and the fire from Astrid’s compatriots was getting closer, the pilot of the remaining fighter veered away. With a petulant surge of its lifters, the ship headed into the darkened west and then upward to its waiting mother ship. Astrid pushed the barrel of her pistol into the struggling Rigellian’s scaly face. “Surrender or die!” The slaver growled at her through a clenched mouth. “Die!” She reversed the aim of her weapon and blew off one of his dual cocks. The twin phallus was surprisingly fully erect and poking through his battle kilt. The slaver screamed in pain. “Surrender or lose the other one!” The Rigellian ceased struggling and emitted only whimpers. “That’s better. Now. Who told you I was here?” * * * “Master Surgeon. How is he?” “Astrid!” Her father flew to her across the hospital room and wrapped his arms about her wings, crushing her feathers. “Odin be praised. You’re safe!” She buried her face into his shoulder feathers as she had when she was a fledgling. It felt good. Then, after another breath-stealing squeeze, she disengaged herself from his protective arms. “Not a scratch.” Steve Boiseman On Corridian Wings 3: Havensafe - 7 - “When I heard there’d been casualties…” “Nils and his crew. Bjorg is dead, Linnea was wounded.” Her father bowed his head in prayer. He looked up, his eyes glistening. “And is it true that you captured a slaver?” She nodded. “He told us all he knew, Father, and we know who has betrayed us.” “Who is this bastard?” She ...
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