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Caelus had never seen Bronya Rand looking so worried. Standing with March 7th in front of her desk, he could only watch as the classy Supreme Ruler of Belobog frowned deeply, hand on her chin, grey eyes deeply concerned. Bronya was normally a calm and refined young woman – while she was obviously doing her best to keep things under control, seeing her so obviously rattled was something Caelus was badly unused to.
Not that anyone could blame her. Bronya had taken over as the city’s Supreme Guardian fully understanding the arduous nature of the task before her, but that anticipation had only been anticipating internal difficulties relating to the inhospitable nature of Jarilo-VI and the toxic legacy of her mother Cocolia; this sudden turn into extrasolar extortion had ratcheted up the metaphorical heat, and it was obvious Bronya was feeling it.
“I had no idea things were like this.” March said, her tone somewhere between sadness and outrage. “Here I was thinking the IPC had come to rebuild Belobog, not extort it!”
Caelus couldn’t blame his companion for her confusion. The IPC was an arcane and opaque organisation, effectively impossible to read or understand at the best of times – and their representative, Topaz, had certainly been charming and amenable enough on first meeting…
“Looks like we’ll have to intervene.” Caelus said firmly, his deep and calm tone masking the fact that he didn’t have the faintest idea how they would go about doing that. There were some talented people aboard the Astral Express, sure, and they still had their alliance with the Xianzhou Luofu, but how either of those things was supposed to help a single planet to withstand the bureaucratic, inexorable, crushing strength of the IPC was beyond Caelus’ understanding.
In retrospect he probably shouldn’t have said anything at all, but he hated to see Bronya looking so troubled. He was chivalrous like that.
“Yeah, we have to help Bronya out!” March declared, pumping her fist and sealing their fates once and for all. “The IPC are too big and powerful, the Belobogians won’t be able to resolve this problem on their own!”
Caelus sighed slightly as March unwittingly doomed them all, but before he could potentially try and steer expectations for their involvement down to something a bit more realistic, their host was talking again.
“You seem to have a deeper knowledge of the Interastral Peace Corporation than I do,” Bronya said thoughtfully - overestimating both Caelus and March’s combined expertise by several orders of magnitude - with traces of what sounded horribly like hope sneaking back into her voice. “But if the records are accurate and they truly have a presence throughout the galaxy, the IPC could crush Belobog like a bug if they wanted to.”
Bronya looked up, and Caelus’ fears were confirmed; she was giving them a small smile, belief and trust shining in those clear grey eyes. Caelus internally winced; there was no backing down now.
“I’m so glad you’re both here. I know you came for the festival, but now…now I must ask you and the Astral Express for help.” Bronya said, the proud girl refusing to plead but the beseeching nature of her request strongly implied nonetheless. “Do you think you could persuade Topaz to re-evaluate the situation? The Express’ reputation precedes it, perhaps there’s still hope…”
Caelus opened his mouth, unsure of what to say but hoping to try and manage Bronya’s expectations, but once again March was ahead of him.
“Have no fear, Bronya! When a friend’s in need, the Nameless will always be at their side!”
Caelus sighed internally again. He was fond of March, very much so…but she could maybe be a little less gung-ho about throwing herself, along with everyone else, into situations at times.
“Let’s…go and have a chat with Topaz.” Caelus said finally, doing his best to mask his sense of trepidation and convey positive confidence. They might not have had a chance in hell of persuading the charismatic yet forceful IPC director to see things their way, but that was no reason to panic Bronya about it right now.
“Yeah!” March agreed, looking up at him with a smile. “After all, Caelus here is a pretty good negotiator.”
Caelus whipped around to stare at her, eyes wide in disbelief at how effortlessly the ever-sweet March had so completely thrown him under the bus, but before he could say anything Bronya was speaking again.
“Thank you so much, both of you. I’m so sorry for dragging you into more trouble.”
The rest of the conversation proceeded in roughly the same vein, with Bronya thanking them for their help and apologising for the inconvenience with equally earnest grace, while Caelus and March assured her it was no trouble. The Nameless spoke with one mind during the conversation with the Supreme Guardian, and the fragile truce held while they narrowed down Topaz’s location to the History and Culture Museum, and as they made their way out of Qlipoth Fort and out into the chilly Belobog streets.
The instant the doors shut behind them, however, all bets were off.
“I’m going to negotiate us out of this, am I?” Caelus challenged, pinning March with an accusatory stare as the two of them set off across the plaza towards the museum. “I’m going to bring a director of the IPC around to an entirely different point of view just by talking to her?”
“Ehehe…” March giggled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head and guiltily not meeting his eyes. “I, uh, just have faith in you is all…”
“Hmph.” Caelus huffed, still more than a little unimpressed at how she’d landed him in this. “I’ll give it a try, but I really don’t think Topaz is going to be so easy to sway.”
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fine!” March said breezily, clapping her hands seemingly without a care in the world, her guilt processed and disposed of in an instant. “We’ve been through crazy situations before and came out OK! Why would this be any different?”
“Those situations generally involved active combat, March.”
“Oh, stop being so nitpicky!” March said exasperatedly, coming to a dead halt and yanking Caelus’ sleeve around so he was facing her. The shorter girl squared up to him, an adorable pout crossing her face. “You’re being way too negative! It’s like being down here with Dan Heng! You’re a Trailblazer, where’s your sense of adventure?”
“My sense of…” Caelus started, voice trailing off when he saw the set of March’s jaw and the unyielding reserve in her multicoloured eyes. For all his indignation, he knew better than to try and push this any further - March was all sweetness and light, but she could be remarkably stubborn when she wanted to be. Caelus sighed and put a hand across his eyes; maybe he was being a bit unreasonable. Sure, the chances weren’t great, but what was the harm in trying?
“Hmm, yeah, see?” March said eagerly, seeing the fight drain from Caelus. “Come on, Topaz seems to be really nice, maybe she’ll be reasonable about this? I’m sure you’ll find a way to persuade her.”
“We’ll see.” Caelus said, striving for a more optimistic tone as the two of them set off again. Then a thought occurred to him. “Wait, why is it just me persuading her? You’re here too.”
“I’m going to be taking care of Numby, silly!” March said brightly, as if her self-given assignment to persuade the non-vocal and non-sapient pet should have been obvious. “Cute things understand each other, remember? Don’t worry, I’ll get through to Numby and keep the field clear for you.”
“Thanks.” Caelus said dryly, hands in pockets and a wry smile on his face at the behaviour of his crewmate. “Numby was really going to be the challenging one there. Forget Topaz, you’ve got the real mission.”
“Ah, you’ll be fine.” March said encouragingly, patting him on the shoulder. “With your silver tongue, I’m sure you’ll have her like putty in your hands in no time. Maybe literally.”
Caelus nodded absentmindedly as March skipped on ahead, watching the falling snow for a moment…before understanding caught up with him and he looked ahead with a start.
“Hey, what did you mean by ‘literally’? Get back here!”
“Aah, fuck…yeah, keep pushing…”
Topaz’s breath was shaky and her eyes wide as Caelus’ well-lubricated cock slid very slowly into her ass, the IPC director bracing herself over the sofa in one of the museum’s out-of-the-way storerooms. Her black leotard-esque outfit and shorts had been separated and pulled down at the waist, Topaz’s full ass immediately springing free, big and round and oh-so-squeezable, her thick thighs trembling in pleasure as the Trailblazer’s cock pushed deeper into the tight pink ring.
“You OK?” Caelus checked from behind her, inch after inch of well-endowed cock sinking into the executive’s incredibly tight asshole, keeping his hands on her wide hips and keeping her steady. “This good?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Topaz breathed, her voice delighted and tension visibly bleeding from her shoulders as she felt Caelus’ girth filling up her tightest passage. She shook her hips, sending her thick asscheeks jiggling as she bucked herself back towards Caelus, urging him on. “I needed this, god damn…”
Caelus wasn’t really sure how this had happened. First they’d been walking around the museum, and Topaz had been making some kind of assessment and valuation of the exhibits, he’d been damn-near nonstop distracted by just how spectacular she looked walking in front of him, drawing his gaze to her hips with what seemed like unnecessary levels of sway…then March had disappeared with Numby, and Topaz had been examining a replica wildlife exhibit, then she’d been bending over right in front of him, and then…well, clearly things had escalated in the intervening time.
Still, as bizarre as all of this was, Caelus shouldn’t shake the feeling that the perennially-innocent March had still somehow known exactly what was going to happen.
“I’m nearly all in,” he reported, pushing as slowly as his self-control would allow, giving both himself and Topaz time to adjust to the sensations of his cock buried inside her ass. While he waited for her go-ahead, he occupied himself with Topaz’s glorious rump; it was pale and round, large without losing firmness, appealingly bouncy fat layered over some pert muscle. Caelus’ hands sank without hesitation into the soft cheeks, groping and squeezing to his heart’s content. He’d met some incredible women in his time on the Astral Express…but in this particular department, Topaz might well have had every one of them beat.
“Damn that feels good.” Topaz groaned, setting her legs wider still and revelling in the burn of being stretched out like this, her tight ring distending around Caelus’ thick cock. She’d been very, very insistent on Caelus fucking her in the ass as opposed to her pussy, even flicking out a bottle of lube from god-only-knows where right then and there and presenting it to her new paramour with an expression that brokered no disagreement – and now he saw and heard how delightedly Topaz was reacting to having her ass penetrated like this, Caelus could see why she’d been so determined. “Fuck, you’re stretching me good. No wonder you couldn’t stop staring earlier, I knew you liked what you saw.”
Caelus felt a pang of embarrassment that his appreciation of Topaz’s charms had been far less surreptitious than he’d thought, but the affable executive didn’t sound bothered about his wandering eyes in the slightest – on the contrary, as he finally hilted himself completely inside her, he felt her completely relax. He held there for a moment, grasping and grabbing at her rounded cheeks as she adjusted to the sensation, Topaz breathless and stuck, impaled on his cock and stuffed totally full. She luxuriated in the feeling, looking back at Caelus with blue eyes glazed over with blissful lusts.
“C-come on, Trailblazer.” Topaz snarked, her usual sharp charm still functioning despite having every last inch of a rock-hard cock buried in her ass. “You really gonna hold out on me? You know I cash in every one of my debts…and slow delivery of payments incurs interest.”
With a flashed grin at her terrible attempt at a joke, Topaz buried her face in her elbows with a low moan as Caelus began to move, taking hold of her defined hips and slowly sliding himself back out of her again. He slowly and steadily withdrew from her tight heat, holding a moment with just the tip of his cock inside…before gripping onto her hips harder and shoving back inside, firmly pushing himself right back into Topaz’s ass, burying himself up to the hilt in a single move.
“Oh shit!” Topaz cried out in delight, sweaty white-red hair flying about her face as she snapped her head back with a loud groan of delight, her blue eyes wide and blown-out with lust, the confident executive overcome entirely by the feeling. She let out a long, ostentatious moan for both her own benefit and Caelus’, venting her primal joy at being rammed full of cock while also sending an unmissable message to the Trailblazer to fucking get on with it.
Caelus duly obliged the unspoken request, gradually working himself back and forth until he’d gotten himself into a firm and powerful rhythm, slamming into Topaz’s tight asshole over and over again, his hips slapping against her fat ass with every forward slam. The feeling of Topaz clenching around his cock, the enveloping sensation of the incredible tightness of her asshole, was something he wasn’t even close to prepared for; she felt incredible around him like this, and it took everything Caelus had not to cum right then and there.
He held it together, though. He didn’t want to think what kind of debt he would incur with the IPC if he let her down that badly.
“Mmm, yeah…” Topaz moaned loudly as Caelus fucked her ass, the director’s firm, curvy body bouncing back and forth with his every thrust. “That’s so fucking good, need more…”
Caelus adjusted his stance and began fucking her harder, his thrusts clean and precise as he claimed Topaz’s divine ass. Her tight, pink ring was distended and stretched around his girthy shaft as he forced himself inside over and over, each mighty thrust stretching her open that little bit more, sending another burn of pleasure through Topaz’s body. Each slap of Caelus’ crotch against her hips sent ripples of impact through the jiggly fat of her ass, the sight almost hypnotic for the stoic Trailblazer as he buried himself in the tight, oppressive heat of her asshole over and over again.
“Do you do this a lot?” Caelus asked, trying to distract himself from just how divine Topaz felt around him, just how greedily she clenched around his cock and how badly she was threatening to overwhelm him completely. “You seem pretty relaxed about this, is this normal project behaviour for you?”
If anything, Caelus’ question only seemed to turn Topaz on more; her ass suddenly clenched tighter than ever, even as her unattended pussy began to drip arousal onto the floor between her thick, shaking legs. It seemed risky unprofessionalism was quite the turn-on for the powerful, businesslike young woman.
“No, not at all…” Topaz groaned, her solid and delectable form writhing under the Trailblazer as she shamelessly indulged in the feeling. Her denial was not borne out by her behaviour; the executive bucked her wide hips back into him, arching her back and trying to pull him even deeper, hungry for more. “No, no, no, totally different circumstances. No comparison…”
Quite what those different circumstances were Topaz never got time to explain; Caelus leaned forward and lay flush against her back, his hips continuing to pump into her and his cock penetrating deeper than ever before. Topaz arched herself into him with a delighted mewl as Caelus’ hands came around to cup and stroke at her clothed breasts, the two clinging closer and closer together as they both felt their climaxes approach.
With a small ping the sole button holding Topaz’s shirt together gave up the ghost and snapped off, the fabric parting instantly and allowing Caelus full access to the executive’s generous endowment. Topaz’s incredible ass might have naturally drawn the most attention but her breasts were nothing to sneeze at either; while she didn’t quite have the sheer size as the likes of Himeko or Natasha, Topaz’s chest was still large and firm, proving a most satisfying squeeze under Caelus’ grasping hands.
“A-aaah…” Topaz whined as the dual pressures wore her down, the continuing pleasurable burn from her ass combining with the sweet pleasures of Caelus’ fingers rolling her stiff nipples. Her voice was wavering with every one of Caelus’ hard slams into her ass, the mounting pressure between her legs almost too much for even the strong-willed IPC executive to resist. “Caelus, Trailblazer, please, fuck, touch me, please…”
Topaz’s composure was clearly hanging by a threat, but rather than make her snap Caelus figured it would be best to do as she asked; he was trying to make a good impression, after all. Even as he kept plowing her ass with all the force he could muster, a broad hand snaked down Topaz’s body from her swinging breasts, down a flat, taut stomach, before coming to her throbbing, unattended mound. Hearing Topaz’s moans and cries hitting something close to fever pitch, Caelus reached down and rubbed firmly at her needy, straining clit.
“FUUUUCK!” Topaz screamed as loudly as she could, her usual cocky dignity nowhere in sight as the climax rolled through her, her entire form collapsing into molten pleasure. Her hair, breasts and ass bounced and jiggled wildly as she bucked and heaved around the man still hammering into her ass, grabbing and flailing around as her orgasm ravaged her.
Caelus was only seconds behind her; with Topaz’s generous ass clenching so tightly around him, he didn’t have a chance of holding out. With a more muted cry of his own he bottomed out inside her and held still; a moment later his cock erupted into Topaz’s ass, pulsing and spasming and firing spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum deep inside her. Topaz rolled her hips and moaned indecently at the feeling of the Trailblazer pumping her ass full, determined to milk him for every last drop and extend her orgasm for as long as possible.
The two collapsed together onto the now-ruined sofa, Topaz buried underneath the much larger Trailblazer but not seeming to object, the two intertwined and overcome…at least until Topaz’s phone went off with a message alert.
“Ah damnit, Aventurine.” Topaz sighed as she fished out the objecting device and saw the user ID, still half-dressed and buried underneath the dozing Caelus. “That guy really knows how to ruin a moment.”
In an extraordinarily quick time Topaz had extricated herself from under the Trailblazer and tidied herself up, her hair and clothes back in place, with a slight flush to her cheeks the only evidence that she’d just been anally rawed to within an inch of her life.
Well, that and the (now very substantial) cleavage window on the front of her shirt courtesy of her disintegrated button, that is.
“Mmm, your deposit is greatly appreciated, Trailblazer.” Topaz purred, waggling her hips seductively at him as she put her phone away and made to leave. “You know how to show a woman a good time, damn. No way I’m letting your number leave my phone, even after I finish my job here.”
“About that…” Caelus forced out, pushing himself into a sitting position and looking up at her. “Jarilo-VI, Belobog…”
Topaz put a hand up.
“I can’t.” she said firmly, but not unkindly. “Their debts are very real, and the IPC can’t afford to just start forgiving debts here, there and everywhere. Our debts and loans hold up most of the galactic finance system – if we forgave one debtor, no matter how exceptional their circumstances, we’d have to forgive others, then them all. I can make Belobog work, I can fix this if you let me. OK?”
Caelus spread his hands helplessly, aware that nothing he said would make a difference at this stage. That said, it didn’t seem like he had completely failed; Topaz’s position might not have changed, but she seemed a little less detached from it than she had when he and March had tried talking to her by the exhibits. A little more amenable, a bit more open to other ideas.
“Don’t be a stranger.” Topaz said cheerily, blowing him a kiss before turning on her heel and disappearing back into the main part of the museum, her sumptuous rump swaying seductively with every step. Caelus watched her leave, partially for the excellent view, but also contemplatively – call it undue optimism, but he had a gut feeling that everything would eventually work out OK.
That said, if it did, and it actually came down to Topaz, and what they’d done today…
March was going to be unbearable.