<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/>A surprisingly devious grin crossed Damian's normally cold features. What few times he had ever considered what kind of woman Allia would be in matters of desire and passion, he had always pictured her as fiery as she was showing herself to be. Hearing her announce those words readily was as erotic as he had hoped, and it was truly impossible for him to deny her demands. He never thought he'd surrender himself to lust so completely ever again; but he needed this. They both did. And with that thought, he gave her an answer in words and in action.<br/><strong>"That, I can do, lieutenant,"</strong> he stated, clearly voicing her rank as if it only seemed to make the situation sexier. Truthfully, they were making a mistake. While Allia had been with others in the company, and seemed to be able to keep herself detached, it was still a risk. The more personal a relationship between two colleagues became, the greater the risk for troubles and drama on the battlefield. They could not afford to have their minds clouded. It was sex, and nothing else, but it was still going to be a pleasant memory in their minds, which was going to influence their decisions and behavior, no matter how hard they try to not let it. It was dangerous, but at the same time, stressing the taboo, only made it more arousing. There was no delay between his words and the motion of his hips. He moved his pelvis back one last time, letting his full length slip along lips drenched in feminine nectar. It brought his crown to an opening he knew would bring him nothing but pleasure, and then, he thrust forward, piercing her and embedding his full length and girth between her folds.<br/><br/>A low groan escaped him, as he wasted no time with making the rhythm fierce and powerful. She wanted to be claimed, like a "bitch", in her own words. He was not going to deny her. One arm kept her hips up off the ground, where their position could be controlled. His motions were strong, with every pounding thrust driving his throbbing member deep within her. Everytime their hips met, the sound of flesh slapping together violently filled the otherwise completely silent gym room. He surrendered to it completely, and gave into the feeling of stretching her labia, and her tightening around him. Every completed push sent rippled through her tight, toned body, which his free hand wasted no time to explore with deep strokes and caresses.<br/><strong>"We are alone in here. The shutters are closed. It is soundproof. Scream at the top of your lungs for me,"</strong> the clanner almost ordered her, his voice still level and calm, even if his body felt as if it was on fire. He was not cutting her any slack, as he put nearly everything he had behind every push; at least, everything he had in that moment. An encroaching high had a way of breaking the limits of a man, or a woman for that matter. He wanted to see more of her fire; enticing as it was.<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/>It was strange for Emily to see Kari in such a relaxed capacity. For all the time they've spent on the field of battle, they never interacted much beyond that. Being on different lances didn't help, and Emily tended to be the type to make a core group of friends and rarely expand from there. It wasn't out of the desire to leave people out of the loop; not at all. But she was just not someone who needed an expansive list of acquaintances. A few people to trust. That was enough. Of course, the list had become substantially shorter in recent history... Before she would descend into melancholy over lives lost, she mentally picked herself up again and settled in the seat. A throaty chuckle was released as Kari spoke of her hobbies.<br/><br/><strong>"You sure inherited your father's inner pervert. I always said he was a skirtchaser. Didn't think his daughter would be the speedo-equivalent,"</strong> she teased, before smiling brightly. <strong>"I actually met my husband on a beach. First time in years that friends had dragged me out there. I'd started my military training at the time and an unfortunate accident had left my with a few scars a bathing suit wouldn't hide; so I was embarrassed. He was so nervous around me at first, it was cute,"</strong> she chuckled more, leaning forward to twist her wedding ring with two digits of the opposite hand. <strong>"He isn't normally a nervous person, but he later told me he was afraid I'd kick his ass if he flirted too persistently. Ended up kicking his ass at some point, but that's another story entirely,"</strong> she laughed more.<br/><br/><strong>"Any stories behind those tattoos anyway? Some that are there to commemorate something?"</strong></div>