Matron Serra was putty in Doxi's hands.  As the changeling came towards her the older woman's hands found her body and she likewise pressed forwards.  Her actions were slightly hesitent, and Doxi realized that the woman was mirroring her own actions.  She seemed eager but uncertain.  She chuckled a little as Doxi mounted her, pinning her to the bed.  A happy sound that was just shy of sounding too young for the older woman.  But the chuckle was cut short by Doxi's kiss, and the matron squirmed slightly under Doxi.<br/><br/>"You've got it all wrong captain," she whispered beneath the woman, her body squirming and writhing, pressing her own body upwards into the captains.  "I don't want you, I need you.  My body is aflame in ways that it hasn't been in decades.  While I've enjoyed the delicious tooling you've given me twice so far, I want.... no... I NEED to feel you as a woman."<br/><br/>She pulled Doxi down into a breif kiss as she began undulating her hips, trying to rub her already damp pussy against the captain, "I'll do anything you ask, just please give me the release I need.  Please teach me how to pleasure you, and for the love of the host, please, please don't stop touching me!"