Panthera Spelaea

When the girls started to prune up from spending too long in the pool, we broke up the party and headed for our stateroom. By ‘break up,’ I mean the girls took off naked, and I chased after them with my dick slashing around like a lightsaber. Nobody bothered to grab their clothes, and no one cared. We were getting used to the idea of being on a private yacht with a loyal crew. No one cared about our nudity and open sex.

Duncan stayed behind, getting a blowjob on the edge of the pool from his beautiful mate. Edward’s date from last night wasn’t the one, so a new girl had joined us in the water. When I last saw him, he had the young redhead holding onto the pool railing as he pounded her from behind. She was vocal in her encouragement, but who cared? Nobody was close enough to worry us.

I thought it was a hell of an idea, and our stateroom had a small, private deck that looked out over the water towards the island in the distance. I started with Svetlana sitting on the deck and Anna leaning over the rail. Anna squealed as Svetlana’s tongue hit her clit, then she screamed as I sheathed my cock fully inside her with one powerful thrust. The two of us drove her to one screaming orgasm after another. I grabbed her hips and lifted her off the deck as my orgasm hit with hers. I kept holding her on me as I pulsed a load deep inside her. When I tried to set her down, she couldn’t get her legs to work.

I carried a fucked-out Anna to the chaise lounge, setting her down with her head near the foot of the padded chair. I fed her my cock, letting her clean it up and restore it to hardness. I gestured to Svetlana, who smiled widely before climbing on top of Anna in a sixty-nine. She started to noisily suck and lick the mess from her sister mate while planting herself onto Anna’s tongue.

I threw an extra cushion down on the deck and moved between Svetlana’s long, tanned legs. “I’m going to take my time with you, love,” I told her as I placed my turgid rod at her opening. I rubbed it around, then pushed it along her swollen lips as Anna licked it from below. I lubricated my thumb with her juices and started to rub it around her puckered star. Neither girl had given me their ass yet, but we were working up to it. Svetlana went off like a firecracker with the anal play.

“God, just FUCK me already,” my blonde bombshell begged.

“Whatever you say, dear.” I moved back to her entrance and pushed the head inside. Svetlana was desperate for more and tried to move back to get it. Anna and I held her in place as I filled her slowly and surely. As I bottomed out, she came the first time, helped by Anna sucking hard on her clit while flicking her tongue over the nub. My little mate had learned a lot about pleasing Svetlana, and she put that knowledge to work.

The two of us teased Svetlana for twenty minutes with slow strokes from my cock, licks from her tongue, and a thumb circling her ass. Both of my girls came twice more before I quickened the pace. It didn’t take long before Svetlana couldn’t concentrate on Anna anymore. She was moaning loudly, only responding to the hard fucking she was getting. When I knew she was close to a massive orgasm, I let myself start to cum as I plunged my thumb into her ass without warning.

Her scream might have woken people on the beach. I felt her entire body stiffen as she milked me for my seed. When I pulled out, Anna cleaned us both up. I sat with my back to the window as Anna extended Svetlana’s orgasm until she begged for mercy.

Both girls looked worn out. I opened the door and carried Svetlana to the bed, tucking her in before going back to get Anna. The three of us napped until the steward knocked and told us Ekatarina’s helicopter was inbound.

Once again, my cat didn’t want the girls to shower, and we all understood why. They smelled like sex. This scent, along with the bruises from my teeth marks on their shoulders, was a sign of my ownership of them. “We should get dressed for dinner,” I said as I saw the time.

I pulled on lightweight cotton pants, a button-down shirt, and boat shoes. The girls put on lacy white lingerie under wispy-thin matching silk print dresses and white sandals. The clothing made a statement that they were together, and the necklines showed off the marks. Each of them took an arm as we left our room and headed towards the bow of the ship.

We arrived in Art’s office as the helicopter was on his final approach. All of us except Art and one crew member stayed inside as the pilot touched down on the pad. Ekatarina handed out a bag, then Art helped her down and away from the spinning blades. The helicopter took off again as soon as they were clear.

Ekatarina looked like a tourist in her wide sunglasses, wearing white shorts, sandals, and a silk blouse. She was a tiny thing next to Art’s massive body. I chuckled as I realized it was the first time I’d seen her dressed. The only previous time we’d met, she was wearing a hotel robe with nothing under it.

Art brought her into the office, where she greeted us all like old friends. “It’s good to see you safe,” she told me after I leaned down to kiss her cheek. “I’m sure Art has explained to you why it was necessary?”

“He did,” I said. “You remember Svetlana and Anna?”

“Of course! Once you share a jacuzzi, you’re friends for life.” The girls greeted her warmly, as did Olivia and Duncan. With their friendship, those three got together at least once a year. Edward hadn’t seen her since he moved to Tasmania. Other than hairstyles, everyone looked the same as they always did.

“You have perfect timing,” Art told her. “Grab your drinks. Dinner is ready.”

Art was at the head of the table, with me to his left and Edward, then Duncan and Olivia to his right. Ekatarina sat between Svetlana and Anna, and the crew and senior leadership filled the rest of the table with the Captain at the far end. The first course was a salad, and Art’s interrogation started immediately. “Ekatarina, what the hell happened in Moscow?”

“We got sloppy,” she replied. “We expected that Viktor would have surveillance on John and the girls. We knew what room the agents were in and that they had bugged your hotel room. We had that part well in hand.”

“We?” I’d only seen Ekatarina.

“My security people in Moscow,” Art said. “Marina wasn’t the only person I had supporting you. As I told you, I had people watching your AND watching over you.”

Ekatarina continued. “The bugs were simple; we knew the frequencies they were using and jammed them while we were talking. What we didn’t know until after I left was that they had an agent across the street with binoculars and a camera, and he saw me switch and fly off.”

“Jesus,” Edward said. “Did you get him taken care of?”

“Yes, but it was a lucky break. The surveillance team leader called Viktor and told him they had to show him something. We were monitoring Viktor’s phone and followed him to the hotel. Art’s people broke into their room and tranquilized the four men. You couldn’t be in Russia for what was going to follow, John. We had to get you out of there.”

Art agreed. “I have a family member in the NSA who keeps an eye on such things. He passed the information to the Embassy, and I arranged for the private plane. Marina made sure it looked like you got out of there in a hurry.”

“And thank you for that,” I said. “What did you learn from Viktor and his men?”

“All four were Criminal Investigative Division agents, but from different commands. Only Viktor was officially on your case. Viktor’s boss didn’t authorize the surveillance; someone else was behind it.”

“Who?”

“I’ll get to that. We used chemical interrogation to get what we needed from the men, then set it up to look like a Russian mob hit. They turned up dead last night, and we had enough time to plant evidence of the men’s involvement in human and drug trafficking. Nothing will trace back to you, John. You were long gone by then.”

I still didn’t have an answer. “Who is behind Viktor? Who wants my Lion?”

“Mikhail Abrahmov.”

“Jesus Christ,” Art said. “Abrahmov? That fucker is behind this?”

I had no idea who it was. “I don’t know who you are talking about.”

The girls recognized the name. “He’s a Russian oligarch, worth billions of your dollars,” Anna said.

“Correct,” Ekatarina said. “Mikhail Abrahmov, born in 1955 in St. Petersburg. He is a scientist with degrees in metallurgy and physics. He worked in the Soviet space program and as a consultant to the steel industry. In the nineties, he made a fortune in the mineral trading market. As they say, cash is king, and he took advantage when the Russian economy tanked. While other oligarchs focused on banking or manufacturing, Mikhail was buying mines and steel mills. Many of these suppliers weren’t getting paid and were in danger of going under, so he got them cheap and reaped the benefits when the economy improved.”

Art took over. “Unlike the politically connected oligarchs after the collapse of the Soviet Union, Mikhail didn’t have insider connections. What he did have was ready cash and smarts. He achieved a near-monopoly of steel and rail construction within the Russian Federation. Last I heard, he was personally worth six billion dollars, and his company lists more than twenty billion in assets.”

“Eight point seven billion as of earlier this year,” Ekatarina corrected.

It didn’t make sense. “So, what does a Russian steel magnate have to do with me?”

Ekatarina stared at me. “Mikhail has all the power, money, and influence one could want. He also has terminal cancer. Specifically, it is Stage Four Pancreatic Cancer. He’s undergoing treatments, but the outlook isn’t good. His chance of making it through the next year is about one in five.”

Now it was making sense. Mikhail could have anything in the world but a long life. “And how did he know about me?”

“That’s my fault. Mikhail’s grandmother worked with me during the Bolshevik Revolution in 1917. We were together during the Storming of the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg.” She paused to take a drink of wine. “She was the eyewitness to what became the Legend of the Palace Eagle.”