<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's grip on the young lieutenant's body shifted, his arms changing positions to alter the angle with which he rushed his heated shafted deep between her legs. Wrapping themselves under her thighs, hands resting on her hips, the alteration brought her up slightly higher, while he raised his knees, allowing him to thrust downward. The clanner groaned from the intense fires burning in his gut, each impact resounding even louder through the training hall than before. He could hear his impromptu lover's desires emanate in delectable moans and subtle whimpers. It was music to him; a sweet melody that synced perfectly with the rhythm their hips had built up. Every motion her body made, and every sound she released, urged him to surrender further to what he wanted. His breathing had become wild, uncontrollable, prompting his fit chest to rise and fall as his abdomen flexed to accommodate the powerful thrusts into Allia's core. He could feel it fast approaching. As much as he wanted to try and hold it back, he was not going to last much longer.<br/><br/>He shifted again, not content with allowing the joining to become stale. He lowered his teammate's legs, releasing her to rest fully on the floor beneath them. Palms planted themselves on either side of her, serving as leverage as he began to give her everything he had left. His amber eyes attempted to lock with hers, the very sight of her pleasure pure eroticism in its own right. As powerfully, and fast, as he could muster, he pounded her, hoping to bring her to a peak he couldn't stop anymore. He wanted to see it, in half-lidded eyes, that pleasure that accompanied a potent orgasm; all because he know how much stronger his own would become because of it.<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/>For a brief moment, Emily felt a hint of curiosity, as she didn't know anything about Kari's mother. But, simultaneously, she also realized there was probably a very good reason as to why the woman was never mentioned. Maybe a sore past? Whatever it was, she preferred not to pry, and she could definitely understand family being a joyless subject in their current situation. Mother or no, she seemed to be out of the picture, and to have that brought up together with a deeply missed father? That would be cruel of her. And so, the lieutenant was pleased to find the subject changing smoothly, and remaining on the topic of more lighthearted things.<br/><br/>Emily proceeded to wave a single hand in a dismissive gesture. <strong>"I don't care about the payout. I'll find some other work back home to help support us. Don't worry about it. I'm sticking around to make sure the company gets back on its feet. I'm pretty sure you'll be needing that severance package to pay some bills backlog,"</strong> she explained as she rose up to fetch them some drinks from a vending machine right behind their table.<br/><br/>Opening a can of some kind of fizzy drink, Emily watched a number of the tattoos on Kari's body that were visible in her current outfit. Most were beautiful, thought some were a bit odd or seemed to clash in Emily's opinion. When the new commander explained the reasoning behind them, though, it became clear -why- that was so. They all had a meaning of some sort, she was certain, which somehow made them all the more lovely.<br/><strong>"Some of them are gorgeous. How often do you get more? Just whenever you feel like it? When there's something to celebrate?"</strong> she questioned, bringing the can to her lips for a few more sips.</div>