Sky Pirates

Chapter 43

The sun was high when Lord Greene awoke with a start at the soft rap at the door. He opened his eyes, having momentarily forgotten where he was. There, next to him, uncovered, naked, chest rising and falling evenly in sleep, lay Rifle Helms. Parker smiled at the remembrance of the previous night and morning, so glad to have a friend and compatriot literally at his side.

Again, a louder rap at the door. "Sir?" It was one of the ever-changing house maids.

"Yes," Parker said, hoping not to wake the beautiful vision lying next to him. That taut flat stomach, hairy crotch offering a nest to the now soft, but perfect cock. Greene felt a pang of desire in his ass.

The wench at the door attempted its handle, but he'd taken care to secure the lock.

"Mmmmm," Rifle murmured. With eyes still closed he softly scratched himself, from muscled thighs over furry balls, up that V-shaped torso, to his strong, in-need-of-a-shave chin. "Is there breakfast, sir?" he asked as his eyes opened revealing a sparkle that melted Greene's heart. "Tell her breakfast for two in the dining room in ten minutes. What's gotten into you, Parker?" Rifle playfully poked his friend's side, shifted, and took Greene's stiffening cock into his mouth once more.

Lord Greene murmured approval. He also repeated Rifle's command to the serving girl.

"Yes, sir," came through the door.

Greene and Helms sat at the table, consuming huge mounds of foods and cup after cup of strong, black coffee. The staff of women who served them showed no shock or dismay at Lord Greene's company. In fact, from Greene's perspective, it seemed that all the women showed signs that they knew his guest well.

Parker swallowed a mouthful of pancakes with a syrup he'd never tasted before, sweet and thick and rich. In a whisper he asked, "Do you know these women?"

Helms leaned forward. "Well, very well." The man looked around to see if anyone was within hearing distance and he whispered. "We've been working on a plan to help them escape from the island. We've figured out how to shut the place down with minimum death and harm. We just haven't got the leaving part. My little women could never overpower the crew of the Balsa Robin. And that's what we'd need. There are thousands of them to get off the islands."

Greene thought for a moment. He pondered if he truly could trust his old friend. He'd been questioning that all night as they'd once again consummated a very long friendship and love affair. They'd been lovers on many of Her Royal Majesty's missions. They'd joked repeatedly that if they were man and woman they'd have wed years ago. In fact, the joke reemerged last night. He chose trust. "I've worked out that plan; I just require a crew of knowledgeable men to fly it."

"That ship is filled with little men. The pages know every nook and cranny of the air ship."

One of the women entered with a platter of fresh, tropical fruits. The men fell silent. She placed the tray between them, curtsied, and received a wink and a nod from Rifle Helms. There was a broad smile on her face as she retreated from the room.

"I'm ready to hear more, Parker. Don't keep me in suspense."

As his last word hung in the air, Ablest Currant strode into the room. "What have we here?" he took a slice of watermelon from the tray without invitation.

Greene looked from a white-faced Helms to a red-faced Currant as he felt a bit of the blood drain from his own head.

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