<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Damian could tell how she was gripped in the same throes he was. There was no stopping it anymore, as the flames had been fanned into an inferno. It burned strongly in his guy, urging that familiar sensation upon him. It was a veritable point-of-no-return and he was not going to back away until he had managed to extinguish the fire the only way he could. Much like with the lieutenant, every motion was electrifying and intoxicating. He felt her limbs and heat graze him in as many places as possible - the woman writhing beneath his loose, yet oppressive hold. Every time her core would rush along the trapped silhouette of his hardened manhood, a lot groan would escape him. He felt sensitive, an indication of old desires that were surfacing explosively. He could tell what she wanted. He knew she wanted him to pound her into the gym mats until she screamed his name. He was going to supply just that, if only for the incredibly selfish notion that equal pleasure would experienced by him.<br/><br/>Her figure was amazing. Supple, nubile curves, accentuating by perked, firm breasts, luscious hips and slender legs. He hadn't been blind in the past. While he actively choose not to get into it, or to even pay it more than passing heed, he had noticed how attractive she was. Who wouldn't, really? It was that same sexual attraction that was fueling his efforts in that moment.<br/>Hands reached around to grip her hips and hold her firmly, the feeling her legs wrapping themselves around his waist delicious. His lips, in the meantime, descended further, this time encroaching upon one of her mounds and closing around a hardened nipple. The texture and taste was delightful, and only seduced him further. Teeth nipped at the nub, while his tongue traced sloppy circles along her aureoles. He wanted to watch her body respond further; enticing him to bring himself to bear in full.<br/><br/>But theirs was not some night of passion between tender lovers. It was the need to get rid of built-up frustration. To that end, thoughts of exploration slowly gave way to thoughts of release. He couldn't resist, not really, nor did he feel the need to. They were of like mind, so why waste time with foreplay that felt out of place? As much as he adored the taste of a woman, the priorities were different.<br/>He pulled away and sat up on his knees, pushing her back, despite her legs' lock, enough to be able to reach out and pull her shorts down her legs as quickly as he could. Time was wasting. With the fabric removed, she would be revealed to him in full, his fingers deftly moving to undo a belt, button and zipper that withheld freedom from his throbbing shaft.<br/><br/>Once the member was given that freedom, though, his iron grip returned. He lifted her hips up off the mats as if she wait nothing to him. He positioned himself between her alluring legs, the length of his heated manhood pressing itself against her beautiful flower. His hips began to grind as he needed nothing more than a single arm around her shapely rump to keep her at just the right height for him to do so. His free palm would explore the sensitive expanse of her belly, pelvis and inner thighs.<br/><strong>"Tell me what you want from me,"</strong> he finally broke the silence, his amber eyes trained squarely upon her disks, watching for every hint of arousal and ecstasy that crossed her features. Hips continued to shift and move, running his full length across the definition of her folds, his crown constantly colliding with a hardening bundle of nerves. By that point, he was utterly slick with her natural juices, and more than prepared to slip inside of her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Emily_Jirani.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Emily could see the thoughts cross her commander's features, but even though Kari was still summing up how she had been virtually locked into that tiny office, the experienced warrior knew what the decision was going to be. Her smile only broadened, until become complete and genuine when Kari accepted the offer. <strong>"We all need some time for ourselves, and we don't spend that in the company of files, pens and keyboards on this ship. Come on... ma'am,"</strong> she explained, chuckling at seemingly forgetting her place a little. She knew Kari would not mind, considering how casual a situation they found themselves in, really.<br/><br/>The two women began to make their way through the bowels of the ship, towards the nearest cantina. Naturally, a vessel of that size had more than one to provide necessary services to a substantial crew, and fortunately, the one they were headed to was always comfortably busy that time of day. Others tended to be too cramped or too quiet, but theirs had just the right balance to create a pleasing atmosphere.<br/><strong>"I agree. Some will hold promise. I just hope they don't get themselves killed before I can teach them that there are no rules in war; unlike in the arena,"</strong> she explained.<br/><strong>"Anyway, enough about work. I'm here to try to get you to unwind a little,"</strong> she teased, with a wry smile, before nodding a greeting to a familiar face in the cantina. They had plenty of options where seats were concerned, so a small table for two was soon theirs.<br/><strong>"So tell me, commander, any new hobbies that this ridiculously busy schedule might force you to give up?"</strong> she questioned, clearly wanting to get idle banter going.</div>