<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2612440#msg2612440">Quote from: Insatiably Bored on 06-01-2010, 14:44:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Darvius sighed out happily, his hot breath cascading down over her flesh one last time. He would whisper softly into her ear “and victory goes to the Space Marine, yet again” slowly he slid from her embrace his powerful hands tenderly massaging her back and hips before swatting her rear end firmly. His large frame stood up right fully, he smile and grabbed one of her sheets teasingly wiping his length clean with it. He had climaxed, though he hadn’t ejaculated, he hadn’t released his seed.<br/><br/><br/>In truth he had stopped doing such long ago, after their third time in bed he had stopped releasing his seed within her. She had no desire for offspring, and he had no desire to give her what she didn’t want. He scooped up his robes and donned them rather quickly, he would glance to Avorn as she lay upon the bed “rest well Avorn, this was fun and enjoyable as always, maybe we can do such again” he gave a soft wave and then left her to herself. He had never seen or remembered Avorn as the soft and tender type, she seemed more than happy to have her fun and leave, so he gave her, her space.<br/><br/><br/>He would leave the way he had come, moving to his throne and his armor. Slipping in, his hand triggered the gauntlets, and with another set of groan and whirls of motors and engines the servo arms returned his armor about him. His armored gauntlet slowly lifted up the helmet, his eyes looking into the display on the eye pieces for a moment before pushing the helmet back into place. With a hiss of compressing air, the seal was formed. With a soft grunt he willed his body up, moving towards the mess hall. He wasn’t hungry, in truth he hadn’t been hungry for the last couple of days. So he would find a bench and just relax in the common place. He would scan the room, taking note of whom was there but otherwise cared little for the happenings of day to day.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Avorn murred and stirred at the playful swat, rising from the bed and stretching out those after-sex kinks from her muscles. She laughed as the marine wiped himself off in her sheets, they had certainly been much dirtier than that on occasion, so she certainly didnt mind, though she slipped up to him, grinning, and gave the head of his cock a velvety warm kiss to see Darvius off, and hopefully get him uncomfortably aroused for the next little while.<br/><br/>She thanked the space marine for his attentions as he left. Then lounged about the bed for a few minutes before hauling her self to her feet and dressed... if her pants and suspenders could be called 'dressed'. She wandered over to a stack of servo-skulls she kept about for various purposes and picked one up. Waking it with a vicious shake, she released it, letting it float in the air. Avorn cleared her throat, then spoke, her words as clear and too the point as she could make them... these things tended to be rather literal. “Start Recording. This is Captain Avorn, would you please join me for dinner, sooner would be better. We shall discuss our current venture over marinated Ambull steaks in the Officer Messhall, on the luxury crew deck. Stop”. She told it, ending the message, then ordered it “Seek and Repeat message. All Officers. Return and shut down.” Since all of her 'special' crew members biospore was logged in its memory, shed filed them all under 'officers' for simplicity, she simply pointed at the door and it buzzed out, seeking the crew out, no matter where they were in the ship, or what they were doing, to deliver the message.<br/><br/>Her task done, she left her room, and made her way to the galley, the fancy double doors swishing open to allow entrance, the room was the refitted version of the ships officer mess hall, as such there was a single large table, with a large throne-like chair for the captain, and seating for about a hundred people, naturally, it was a rather empty room, most of the time, the half dozen or so people shed invited would hardly fill up even a fifth of the tables capacity. But she liked fine dining every once in a while and it gave her a chance to talk to them away from prying eyes and such. There was money to be made, and she wasnt in the mood to take unnecessary risks