Meanwhile Calvo and Twelve...

Calvo and Twelve had made camp for the night in the shelter of a thicket of razorvines. Calvo had managed to stun a small mammal that resembled a piglet and skinned and gutted the creature with a knife from Twelve's utility belt. Now the creature was spit roasting over a small fire. Twelve sat on the ground near the campfire, hugging her knees and staring into the dancing flames. Calvo had untied the little guardwoman without a word and had scarcely looked at her while he prepared the food. She glanced at him as he prodded the meat with the point of the knife and wondered if he intended to fuck her again after they had eaten. The thought of her slim body being roughly used by the brawny fugitive made Twelve flush with guilty excitement. She remembered how Calvo's cock had felt inside her when the brute had taken her in the morning. Up to now Calvo had **** himself upon her against her will, but shockingly the guardwoman found herself hoping that he would soon want to use her again.

They ate their meal in silence, Calvo slicing strips of flesh from the carcase and sharing it with Twelve. The meat was smoky and succulent and to the ravenous couple tasted superb, their hunger was such that soon they were picking the bones clean. Calvo stretched out contentedly afterwards and pulled off his boots and trousers, Twelve stared at the man's flaccid cock in marvel that such a soft tube of flesh was capable of becoming a hard shaft able to be thrust into her and bring her such wicked pleasure. Without Calvo asking the guardwoman undressed, peeling her skintight uniform off to reveal her small pointed breasts. Her nipples stiffened as she felt Calvo's gaze upon her. She eased down the uniform bottoms over her slender hips and kicked them away. Her fingers stroked the rich dark triangle of pubic hair, fluffing the luxurious black bush out.

Twelve knelt in front of Calvo and reached out to touch his limp cock, willing it to harden. Her lips brushed it's hot flesh and it lazily began to harden and lengthen. Her delicate hands cradled Calvo's penis as she kissed it tenderly, feeling it's heat and tasting it's sharp salty flavour. She drew the head into her mouth and sucked at the bulbous cocktip, her tongue probing the tiny hole at it's tip. As Calvo became erect in her mouth Twelve's head began to move, bobbing up and down, her lips tight and hot around the thick shaft. Calvo's fingers were running through her short spiky hair now and he guided her movement, his hips moving slowly as he gently fucked the petite guard's mouth.

Twelve felt Calvo's cock start to jerk and suddenly her mouth was flooded with thick salty cum. Reflexively she tried to pull back, but Calvo gripped the back of her head tight and to avoid being choked she swallowed the semen that was being pumped into her throat. Calvo let out a sigh of satisfaction and relesed his hold of Twelve as his cock twitched with the last few drops of his seed. He pulled out of her hot mouth and looked down at her as she licked her lips clean of the last traces of his seed.

At that moment the echoing reports of gunfire reached them, both looked up startled and turned towards the sound. The firing was some way off, a few miles perhaps and was unmistakably blaster rifles on full auto. The distant shooting lasted for only a minute or two before silence descended once more over Tau Ceti Two's dark night.

"Your people." Calvo said, watching Twelve's reaction closely. "Sounded like three or four rifles."

"Yes." Twelve replied quietly.

Both lapsed into their own private thoughts. For Calvo the sounds of the not too distant firefight were an unwelcome reminder that his freedom could easily be short lived. The guardwomen were obviously out there, close by and in some ****. A few minutes passed and then the whine of an aerial vehicle approaching could be heard. Calvo hastily threw earth onto the fire to douse the flames and peered through the dense foliage of the thicket. Landing lights from a medium sized troop carrier or transport could be seen atop a hill only a mile or two from the razorvine thicket. The landing lights dimmed as the vehicle set down on the hilltop and torchlights moved about as it's crew disembarked. Calvo figured they were probably establishing a night defensive position. Calvo pondered his situation, should he risk trying to move at night through the dangerous woods or should he conceal himself and Twelve in the cover of the razorvine and wait for the guardwomen to move on in the morning?