The Two companions : Part VI

River then reached over to the nightstand for Jorge's rum and took a large swig, exhaled violently and then inhaled before grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it off over her head to reveal both her lack of underwear and her trim and nubile young body. She was pleased to sense the admiring gaze of her two bed-mates. She knelt in front of Jorge “First things first.” and she leaned forward to give a long and lingering kiss to his large, soft lips. “I, like my brother am a traditionalist. First kiss before first fornication.” then she lowered her head to lick and suck on Jorge's tool thinking _”If Kaylee can handle this big old black doorknocker, so can I.”_ Gradually, the taste and feel of the stiffening male organ in her mouth plus his pheromones began to further arouse her. While having him completely at her mercy she was able to arouse him which further excited her.

When Jorge sat up to reach down behind her thigh to pull her towards himself. She looked up “Isn't this the school solution to reset the male sexual response?”

“Yes, but part of my arousal involves my ability to enjoy your sex too.” Jorge gently suggested.

“Oh!” River said “I forgot that you can enjoy my erectile tissue as much as I do yours; Sorry.” and wiggled her pretty little rump around to face him and then lifted her thigh to straddle his chest and then lowered her sex onto his sensual and talented lips and tongue. “Oh...OH... yes! Now I'm really sorry that that I didn't do this before.” and she resumed her role as felatrix. She quickly lost all thought of being in control as he plied his specialty on her dark haired mound of venus, inner thighs, swollen forbidden folds and her increasingly prominent yin di.

What was even more arousing were the strong carnal images and emotions that came out of Jorge's subconscious to her own combined with the feedback loop that was developing between River's mouth, Jorge's lingam, his arousal and her own mounting excitement emanating from her own cinnabar gate. Lacking the normal filters that most people have to sort their personal experience out of the chaos of sensory data that bombards their conscious mind, River felt as if she was trying to swim into a torrent and that she was drowning. She knew this road and she hated and feared it. Only the fact that she had observed Jorge and Zoe letting go earlier of their personal struggles saved her. In addition, Jorge was mentally urging her to let go as he pushed his tongue into her.

As she stopped fighting and turned to swim with the torrent she was suddenly weightless and soaring in ecstasy. She was no one and she was everyone, she was the ship and the universe surrounding it, she was nowhere. Joyous oblivion beckoned. When she came back to consciousness, she turned herself around to kiss Jorge and found that she had drenched Jorge”s smiling face in her own essence.

“Do you like how you taste, River? 'Cause I think you're great!” Jorge exclaimed.

“Hmm... I may be low in potassium.” She joked “But I'm glad to see that I taste as wonderful as you and Zoe. And by the way, that was fantastic, well worth my retainer fee.”

“River, that was just the hors 'd orderves, the main course is just coming up.” and as if to emphasize his point, his lingam rose up to softly smack her red, wet bottom. She grinned at him and reaching behind her, she pulled him up between her cheeks to rub the length of him against her now slick and shining lower lips.

“She understands but doesn't comprehend. I'm just starting to comprehend that what goes on with my body pales in comparison with what goes on in my head.” River remarked.

“As the companion manual states on the first page:...” Jorge began.

“The brain is the most important sexual organ” River completed “but not necessarily the most fun one.” as she grasped Jorge's black 'birinbau' and rose up to begin working him into herself. She winced momentarily but then slid about halfway down until girth and depth stopped her progress. “Unh... female reproductive physiology is considered both mailable and mutable.” She remarked and attempted to press herself downward with her face reddening.

“Unh...River, bao-bei, it's easier this way.” and Jorge grasped her hips in his strong black hands to lift her up until just the glans was still inside her and then gently lower and raise River a couple of inches at a time for several repetitions. He then lowered her until her progress stopped again but this time much further down the shaft.

“Oh...oh! That's good. I get it, absence makes the heart grow fonder, in this case the heart of my yoni is more and more fond of your lingam.” River sighed as she rose up to repeat the previous actions. After a short time, she was impaling herself the length of him and rocking back and forth on his pubic bone.

This time, River didn't even bother to try to preserve her 'self' as she felt the feedback loop start to build between Jorge's and her own arousal. This was dance and she understood dance: You became one with the music and your pardner and everything around yourself. And what a pardner she had in Jorge, this was his dance, his art and his craft. River was so happy to have such a dance pardner with whom she could abandon herself in safety and trust. Jorge's strong empath skills responded to her emotions and brought him to the same soaring realization that this was something truly unique.
As the tempo of the dance increased, River began to realize that Jorge was also taken up in the spirit of the dance and was actually engaged in a type of worship that celebrated their joint carnality and spirituality. Instead of rejecting the notion, she came to realize that he was worshiping the goddess in both of them and so was she. Unbidden, Schiller's 'Ode to Joy set to Beethoven's Sixth symphony soared in both their heads. At their peak, a golden epiphany descended on both of them so that their climax was almost a hymn and a prayer that left them both shaken and grateful as they clutched at each other drenched in joy and sweat.

River never felt clearer or more healed. All of her brother's bravery, care and medicine had gotten her to this point, but it was her own letting go and embracing the universe with Jorge's help that made her whole. Her own future stretched out in front of her with it's branching possibilities and probability nodes. She was amazed to observe how strongly her probable fates looped and twined with those of the people beside her.

For his part, Jorge was just grateful to have found such a pardner and it made the pain and deprivation of the past months worthwhile and he too felt healed and complete. After years of striving to commune with the Goddess, to have achieved his goal was truly amazing for he was a true believer and he finally felt peace within.

River turned her gaze on Zoe to find tears streaming down her face. Zoe sobbed “My little mei-mei all growed up into a big strong woman. I'm so proud.”

“Oh Zoe, I'll always be your mei-mei.” River moved off of Jorge to hug Zoe and began to kiss away the tears. When the kisses became more insistent and her lips found Zoe's there was a passionate response of lips and tongue only to have Zoe finally pull back and stare at her with wide open eyes. “Zoe, It's OK for me to want you, sexual orientation experimentation is very common in the young; you remember.”

Suddenly a parade of soldiers: young men and women friends and lovers stepped out of Zoe's memory in a long procession ending with Wash. All of them gone leaving big holes in Zoe. Tears started to flow again and River pulled her close. “Zoe... Zoe it's OK, they were all glad that you were in their lives and they are all glad that you are still strong and flying true. I'll never leave you. In fact...” she leaned in close to whisper “We're gonna have babies together!”

Zoe looked at her in alarm, wondering if she were having another 'episode'. River continued to whisper “No, silly, not now but in a couple of years when I represent...” and she shifted her eyes to indicate the bliss-ed out male in back of her. “He'll be so grateful when I get him exonerated and before he becomes head priest he'll agree to contract for breeding both of us. With his linage and prestige, our children will have access to every level of society and we will be the foundation of a 'verse'-wide shipping line. But we've got a lot of hard work to do to get ourselves and this boat ready. We have both a nursery and a matriarchy to build. ”

Zoe whispered back “And you can see all this?”

River answered “I'm reading the probabilities and I'm seeing a confidence level of... 97.9% on this one. Of course there is the outside chance that one of us is gonna end up marrying Jayne and moving back with him to live naked with his momma and get fat with ten kids.”

Zoe laughed out loud and kissed River. The kiss became passionate and their hands began to explore the bodies so much like their own but so different. Gradually, their sex play attracted the attention of Jorge and his arousal caused River to reach behind and pull Jorge towards her back. Zoe assisted in his re-entry and she continued to fondle and stroke their joining as River explored Zoe's cinnabar gate and they all resumed their worship of the goddess.

In the middle of this gentle reciprocal shared horizontal dance, River became aware that she was gonna be an aunt to Serenity’s first boomer and she was filled with such warm joy that she felt like singing. Mal was wrong, she wasn't gonna outgrow this boat, This boat was gonna grow around her. An old boomer lullaby based on the ancient poet Dylan came into her mind and she began to sing:

“Rock me Poppa like I got no bone, rock me Momma 'till the cows come home.”

Jorge and Zoe joined in:

“Rock me Poppa by the pale moonlight, rock me Momma 'till the broad daylight. Oh, rock me Momma.”

And so our little ship on the edge of the black sailed on with it's crew of happy lovers. “And what of Jayne?” you might ask, oh gentle reader. Well, he was quite busy with the hacked records provided to him by the former head of security for house Madarassa: the training 'captures' of a certain discredited former companion-in-training known to the crew as Saffron or Yolanda or Bridget or simply as our Mrs. Reynolds.

On Serenity’s bridge, the specter of the former pilot sat down in his former seat to gaze out at his beloved stars and to light up the specters of cigars with the specter of a former Sheppard and together they began to sing to his plastic dinosaurs:

“Oh rock me Momma like a wagon wheel, rock me anyway you feel,
Oh rock me Momma like the wind and the rain, rock me like a southbound train.
Oh, rock me Momma.” End.