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Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Having prior experience for situations such as this did give Faye an advantage over the Klingon currently sharing the tub with her. She ran her tongue gently over her friends finger tip, trapped between her lips and hummed low in the back of her throat as she did. It was laying thing on a bit thick, yes, but Faye did not particularly care. She knew that Mickayla had desires, and ones that she wished to explore further, so Faye would do her best to help nudge her along. And again, she was pulling on experience, though not exactly in finger sucking. 

Some skills just lend themselves to all kinds of fun, she quietly mused, watching the other girl and wiggling her eyebrows theatrically. Then she nodded slowly, bobbing her head up and down in an exaggerated fashion, not letting the finger out from between her lips. The idea of helping Mickayla into one of those toys was delightful, and she pictured a few options to ensure an easy and comfortable insertion. She let her friend get everything out there in the open, saying the words aloud and did her best not to cheat by gently probing her thoughts. No, she needed Mickayla to be honest with herself for Faye to feel comfortable with what was going to happen next. 

And to her delight, Mickayla was. She pulled back from her friends finger with a loud pop, having sucked all the way down in the progress. There was a certain wickedness in her eyes as she watched her friend for a moment longer in silence, still moving her foot up and down against the security specialists far hip. She smiled happily and leaned in, kissing Mickayla lightly, at first. "As a host it is my duty to make sure my guests are happy but!" There was a giggle bubbling up from the pun, as she lightly brushed a kiss against Mickayla's nose, "I am happy to help you explore your curiosity. We don't even have to get out of the tub for this." She wagged her eyebrows and planted a kiss on each of the girls cheeks in turn, before continuing on with her plan for how things should proceed. 

"So what I want you to do," another kiss, to her lips this time, sweet and gentle, "Is turn around and brace against the edge of the tub," another kiss, longer, tongue flicking over the Klingon's lips. "And arch that butt of yours up into the air, and we'll," this kiss was the longest one yet, heavy on the tongue, with her hands crawling over Mickayla's face. "Experiment."

Faye pulled her lips back, and watched, her eyes focused on Mickayla, trying to project some reassurance. She smiled softly, warmly, and nodded her head once. "Its gonna feel a little weird at first, but given the angle I'll have, its not like I'll be playing with just your ass, Mickayla." Her grin turned saucy as she reminded her, "And you can try anything I do to you, on me. Don't forget that. We're here to expand your horizons tonight." Now all she needed was for her friend to position herself, and she'd happily pounce.

Eager much? Why yes, yes I am. 

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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 Just when she thought she couldn’t get any hornier, Faye began to lick the finger she was sucking on and Mickayla’s mind took off, imagining that it was not her finger that was within the moist confines of her lips. The pop that seemed to echo around the bathroom was unexpected but left the Klingon wanting more. She would not have to wait long Faye began to kiss her; each one being separated by a few words that together explained what the Betazoid needed her to do.

Nodding mutely at the reminder that she could also ‘return the favour’ to Faye, Mickayla rolled over so that she was facing away from her companion before slowly bringing her knees up under her. Stable, she gripped the edge of the tub and lifted her upper body clear of the water. The tingling of the tepid air against her hardened nipples was delightful and brought an idea to the forefront of her mind.

Arching her back, bringing her butt higher into the air to give Faye a good view and, just for good measure, wiggled it teasingly. Taking a deep breath to ready herself, she looked back over her shoulder at the other occupant of the bath.

“Ready when you are.”

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Anticipation bubbled just under the surface of Faye's perception of Mickayla, as impactful to the Betazoid as the bubbling water all around her in the warmth of her bath. She was soaked to the bone, even though she had some of her body above the bathwater, and sufficed with a deep warmth from the heat inside the tub enclosure. Her hair was slicked back, her skin slick, and her eyes sparked with little bits of reflected light in the other wise dark pits.  They lingered on the Klingon as she maneuvered herself into position for Faye, swinging her hips up and out of the water as she readjusted her position to lean against the edge of the tub with her bum pointed back toward the center. 

Eyes met, and Faye let some of the desire, the wanton lusts show on her face. The hunger for the other girl, and the bright anticipation of helping a friend explore new aspects of herself. An errant giggle threatened to  bubble up out of Faye and break the moment as she pondered a line from the Starfleet motto. She was about to go where no one had gone before, and was tickled at the thought of helping her friend explore this 'strange new world. Yes, clearly the heat was already getting to her, boiling her brain in her skull if she was able to think up such bad puns at such an intimate moment like this. 

It was a gift.

Without missing a beat, Faye rolled away from her side of the tub where she'd been curled up next to Mickayla, and sunk down into the water, till only her head was above the surface. Then she crawled forward, through the gentle bubbles as heat continued to sink into her body. She flowed back up and out of the water, just behind Mickayla, her hands reaching out and running up either leg. Curling her fingers slightly, she walked the tips of them along the twin swells of her friends bum, with little tiny pinprick steps from each nail. Her eyes swept up the spine ridges along the Klingons back, met her gaze once more, and winked playfully. The view was quite impressive, and a small part of her wished she had a holorecording of what she was about to do to the security officer, to enjoy it again later with a clarity that memory would lack.

As enticing as the physical was to Faye, so too was the emotional sense of anticipation from her current bathing partner. They were both nervous on some level, because neither was sure that the Klingon woman would enjoy what Faye was going to do to her. "Let's see if i can't get you nice and worked up. I mean, warmed up," she teased. With her left hand, Faye carefully swept the palm across her friends bum, from one cheek to the other, pulling the left one aside slightly to better explore her friend for view. Again, it was a lovely sight, and she purred, deep and low in the back of her throat. Her right hand vanished from view, under the water for a moment, and out of Mickayla's sight. For a brief moment, Faye pondered starting to spank the Klingon, but decided that she'd likely end up pressed roughly to the other wall, and would not be able to get a word in edge wise as the woman's nascent instincts kicked into over drive. She'd seen it happen before with Klingons when it came to sex, and while Faye wasn't against a little rough and tumble she wasn't in the mood to have Riley reset any broken bones tonight and have to explain that to the sure to be amused and horrified nurse. 

Holding Mickayla's cheek apart, Faye leaned in and teasingly blew a puff of air across the girls asshole. She just wanted to make Mickayla squirm, and giggled. "So tense. Relax babe, this is going to be fun." Faye did her best to encourage her friend. Following words with actions, Faye began to pepper the wet skin of Mckayla's ass cheek, with soft, sucking kisses, slowly roaming all along the rump, getting closer to the crack and what lay between the cheeks. But before she did anything with that, she raised her free hand back out of the hot water, and pressed her thumb in against her friend's lower lips, starting to rub and work them apart, diligently teasing the Klingon's pussy without actually probing into it. 

"I promised I'd make this feel good," she reminded her lover for the night, meeting here yes once  more, and then dragging her tongue up between the girls legs, licking from where her thumb was teasing, all along the other woman's folds, in a broad stroke. But she didn't stop there. This was about the butt, and seeing if Mickayla actually liked that or not. So her tongue kept right on going, until it swept up between her friends cheeks, and lapped over her tightly wound rim. She paused, gauging Mckayla's reaction, and did it again. And again. "How does it feel?" she asked adding, "Its a good way to warm you up for what comes next." And with that thought firmly pressed into her friends mind, she resumed her oral teasing. All the while her thumb worked in steady circles lower and more forward, across those succulent petals.

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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Despite the warmth of the bath, at the first touch of Faye’s hand against her thigh, a shiver ran through Mickayla’s body; her anticipation of what was about to happen heightening how sensitive her skin was. As Faye’s fingertips walked up her leg and across her bum, Mickayla almost demanded that the officer stop teasing her. She wanted to know if she would like what was about to happen. She almost growled at the Betazoid when she suggested that that Mickayla needed to be more worked up.

“I’m...” the Klingon began, her voice faltering as Faye puffed hot air across her exposed asshole. Eyes rolling up, Mickayla shivered again as her companion urged her to relax. Her eyes had just started to drop again when she felt the first kiss, soft and sucking, on her skin. It was quickly followed by another, and another as Faye traced a pattern she couldn’t see across her rump, drifting ever closer to the spread cheeks centre and the entrance previously hidden within.

Just when she thought that Faye would begin, she was surprised when a warm, wet finger into her pussy; the heat of the digit from the water, exciting her even more. Moaning softly, she didn’t quite hear what Faye said to her, but it made no difference when she finally felt the Betazoid’s tongue against the folds of her outer core. Her moan grew louder, and deeper, as Faye’s tongue rose, progressing through the valley of her opening. Unstopping, Mickayla’s eyes nearly flew out of her head when she felt the tongue assaulting her senses continue still further, passing from the warm, wet lips of her womanhood to the puckered entrance previously hidden between her cheeks.

Groaning at the new, and surprisingly pleasurable sensation, Mickayla unconsciously arched her back more, pushing her butt further up towards Faye’s tongue as she sought more contact. The Betazoid’s words echoed through her and it took her a moment to figure out what to say in response. As it was, when she did speak, her voice had taken on a more Scottish tone, her ancestry leaking through now that her control was slipping.

“Aos Sith, if this is the warmup, what comes next could end me.”

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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The wave of surprise and pleasure rose, crested, and crashed down across Faye's mental ocean, the telepath picking up the over all pleased sensations from her partner. A triumphant smile curled over her lips as she pulled her tongue back for a moment and took a steadying breath, setting aside the desire she felt for her own needs to focus on what she intended to do to the Klingon. She loved exploration - it was why she was in Starfleet. She loved getting everyone to be mostly happy - it was why she was a diplomat. And she loved fucking about. The hedonist in her. Unrepentant by her nature and her nurture, getting to combine these traits in any given moment happened to be a real treat for Faye, such as now, helping Mickayla explore herself, and new sensations. 

"The French have a phrase for it, 'la petite mort'," Faye noted in a husky voice, in response to the security officers exclamation. She wiggled her thumb against her friends clit, rubbing in a circle, careful not to add too much pressure on the little nub, just enough to excite. And then she ran her tongue up again, from pussy, to what lay between, to arse, flicking about, before she continued her little explanation. "Humans have such a way with words, and the French are second only to the Italian's I think. It means, 'The Little Death'." Remembering that the Klingon was raised by humans, she giggled a bit, "Listen to me lecturing you on humanity, you know them as well as I do, growing up among them. I just had one for a parent, living among my own people. In any event..."

She licked again, and again, spending more time on the girls tightened rim each time. "Its a perfect description of an orgasm. Because when it hits, you lose all sense of self. You are just...gone. And it's a thing of pure beauty." She paused to sink her teeth into the girls left butt cheek, hard enough to leave a light impression, before swirling her tongue over the bite, and down, around the rim, then lower, to lavish attention to her pussy. This continued for another minute or two, her tongue probing and swirling the folds, before she pulled away, lips glistening. "The fun part is finding all the different, delightful ways to have your little deaths. Your body is a wonderful, magnificent thing, Mickayla. I want you to revel in it."

She might have been a bit full of herself. Just possibly. But well, the ego could be sexy, and Faye was in her element. Running her tongue over her lip, she dived back in, using one hand to keep the cheeks pried apart, and delving with her tongue, probing and lashing the girls arse, eating with just as much gusto as she might have feasted on her pussy, or a lovers cock, had they Klingon been so equipped. She groaned and moaned and wiggled her own bum, sending little waves across the tub as the heat suffused her. She did not ignore the girls sex however, letting her thumb plumb the depths there in, sliding up and in, wiggling about, while her finger rubbed the folds from the outside. It was a tricky bit of dexterity, but she used her organic hand, one she was more skilled with, and less likely to accidentally cause harm. Butt play was a weird thing, and she assumed that Mickayla would enjoy it more if it were paired with constant stimulation to her pussy as well. 

Gasping for breath, she pulled back again and pulled her wet thumb out of Mickayla with a pop. "Ready for the next bit?" she asked, but did not give the warrior woman a moment to really think about it, before she pressed her thumb against the rim, and pushed, into her bum this time, instead of her cunt. 

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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“French!” Mickayla mentally exclaimed as she shivered again, moaning as Faye continued her mission to slowly drive her crazy with pleasure. She tried to concentrate but the Betazoid’s repeated trips between her words, from slick pussy to sensitive arse, were driving the Klingon to distraction. The attention being paid to her tight rear was so new, so taboo, that Mickayla’s mind was almost overwhelmed. Her concentration was returned however, when Faye literally bit her arse, leaving the Klingon centred to experience anew everything that Faye was doing to her, as well as her pronouncement.

“Just me?” Mickayla asked idlily, her head awash as the waves and sensations of pleasure flowed over her. “Or are you enjoying it too?” Faye didn’t respond vocally. Instead, the Betazoid pried her cheeks apart and veritably attacked her with her tongue, using the prehensile organ to probe at her tight entrance. If that wasn’t enough, she also assaulted her sex with her free hand, driving her thumb in and moving it around. The two acts combined sent Mickayla well over the edge as the Klingon arched her back and echoed her release off the ceiling even as she pushed back with her hips unconsciously, aching for mor contact.

Mickayla was just starting to come back down when she Faye asked if she was ready for the next bit. Her response was cut off, however, as the Betazoid took her thumb and pushed it inside of the Klingons arse, penetrating her tightest entrance using Mickayla’s own juices as lubrication. It was new, it was exciting and, to her surprise, Mickayla found herself enjoying the feeling of being stretched back there. Perhaps it was knowing that it was done with care, love and desire but either way, Mickayla wondered what else she could be made to feel if she continued to let herself go in the Betazoid’s presence.

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Nonverbal communication was a skill set that Faye had developed over the years of her diplomatic training and service, One had to be able to read others, and to send little signals, without the act of actually speaking, to be a successful diplomat. The way a cup was arranged on a table, the way someone held their hands, or their head. The lowering of eyes at just he right moment. It was an art form, something which Diplomats and spies shared in common. Faye was often able to cheat, when it came to reading non verbal cues herself, by letting her telepathic and empathic abilities loose. But she still had to work and actively practice and assert such ques herself as she could not rely on a telepath to be on the opposite side of any negotiation.

And what was sex, but a negotiation between two or more parties with the end goal being mutual satisfaction, albeit of a less diplomatic, and more canal nature? I'll have to write a dissertation on the subject at some point, the woman idly thought, as she'd buried her face between her friends cheeks, giggling as she lapped away.

In any event, Faye was certain that her nonverbal answer, her redoubling of efforts in the effort to drive Mickayla wild, would satisfy the other woman's concerns about her own personal enjoyment of the matter. There should be plenty of time that evening for Faye to have her own physical needs attend to by other woman. After all, the Klingon had mentioned a strong desire to put some of the toys that Faye had in her personal replicator database to good use.

As she pumped her thumb in and out of the darker skinned woman's' ass, Faye pondered what it might be like to use one of her strap-on's on the other woman, and have something thick and phallic between her legs, to ravage the girls ass. She'd already wallowed delightfully in the emotional bliss radiating off her friend when the latter had cum moments before, and Faye could only dream - for now - of how it might feel to soak up the sensations of the security officers ass getting a true pounding.That might be a bit too much sensation this early in the game for the other girl however, and there was every chance that her friend might wish to find a person equipped with the right sort of biological tools, as it were, to share that particular form of buggery with.

Which was a pretty hot thought in and of itself, considering that Faye knew a few blokes that might be up for the challenge, but not a line that the Betazoid diplomat wished to dwell on for the moment. Right now she focused on rapidly pushing her thumb in and out of her friends ass, until she decided she'd worked Mickayla enough to use fingers, and did a hot swap. The thumb came out with a pop, and then she was twisting a wet pair of fingers into the tight channel instead, and lowering her head down to lap at her friends sex with hungry abandon. Given her druthers, she'd try and make the Klingon cum again, this time with something in her bum, to get her used to the idea that this could be good and fun and pleasurable too. She had a good feeling about her chances.

"Gods above you're tasty," Faye encouraged. A bit of verbal communication probably wouldn't hurt either.

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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"Fuck!” Mickayla screamed in her mind as another orgasm overtook her. This was her second since Faye had started working on her and they hadn’t even made it out of the bathtub yet. Faye was working her thumb in and out of Mickayla’s bum at a steady rate and the Klingon was enjoying it immensely. So much so that she almost began to moan in disappointment when the digit retreated from her hole, only for the feeling of fullness to return and send another wave of pleasure through the Klingon. 

Revelling in the attentions of the Betazoid, Mickayla’s mind drifted to wonder what it might feel like to have something else inside her rear. Thoughts of a dildo filling her rear tunnel sparked inside her until they were replaced with images of a pair of dildos, one in each of her tunnels, drove her to wild abandon. Mentally noting the idea for later, Mickayla instead drifted back to Faye and thoughts of how she was going to return the favour for everything her companion was doing to her.

“OOHHH!!!” Mickayla moaned when Faye’s tongue hit her pussy again even as the counsellor’s thumb was replaced by two, TWO, of her other fingers. Clenching her arse around the pair of probing digits, Mickayla savoured the full feeling she was experiencing, wishing they could just remain inside her for the rest of the evening’s activities.

"Gods above you're tasty.”

“And when do I get to taste you?” The question was past her lips before she had even thought about it and a blush returned to her face even as she bit her bottom lip in bliss. Another peak was approaching rapidly. “Ah, not that I, oh, want you to stop or anything,” Mickayla moaned out. “But two-way street and, oh fuck, ALL!!!!!!!” she groaned out as her third orgasm for the evening crashed over her.

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Faye was simply delighted with how well Mickayla was taking to the stimulation the girl was dishing out. Sure, the diplomat knew she was talented and plenty to experience, but that was no guarantee that the person on the receiving end would enjoy the affections and attentions played out upon their body. Especially when they were trying something new. So there was deep satisfaction within the Betazoid as she drove her friend through a series of toe curling orgasms.

Not for the first time, Faye was grateful that the walls of her quarters were sound proof. She would have hated to be brought up on a reprimand for noise violations.

The little moan of desperation when Faye had pulled her thumb out of her friend had been downright cute. There was no better word for it, but the diplomat decided to exercise some of her training and not tell the Klingon woman that. Raised by humans or no, rarely was it wise to inform a Klingon they had been 'cute.' Besides, she wasted no time in redoubling her efforts with her fingers in place of her thumb, and having herself a rather enjoyable time of the whole thing. Though Faye did not initially realize it, she was humming merrily as she ate at the other woman, adding what would hopefully prove to be a pleasing, if unintentional buzzing sensation to the whole oral affair.

The Chief Petty Officer was not the only party moaning and groaning either. Plenty of soft, needy whimpers and low, rumbling groans were bubbling up out of the lithe teaser that currently crouched behind and between Mickayla's legs. After all, Faye was getting some emotional feedback and pleasing sensations as she allowed her walls to shift into something more permeable to the sensations coursing through the security officer. Second hand orgasms were delightful in their own right, and Faye was rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. Sitting still behind the other girl was simply impossible.

Pulling her mouth away from the tasty morsel she'd been devouring, Faye rose up on her knees and leaned over Mickayla. She didn't ease up with her fingers, wiggling them about in an effort to stretch Mickayla's horizons, among other things. But she started pressing kisses up the girls spine, until she pressed her chest to the other woman's broad back. Wiggling against her she purred, inviting, "You can taste whatever you want, whenever you want." A giggle slipped out as she added, "Every inch of me is all yours tonight. You just have to tell me when you want to switch things up, Mickayla."

Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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“I remember,” Mickayla responded after she had regained at least a little control of herself. Faye’s fingers were still wiggling about inside her bum, stretching her while the Betazoid’s weight rested on her back, the hard points of her nipples digging into the Klingon’s skin. “And as much as I am going to miss having you inside me, I think it is time that I get to explore you a little bit. But I think we should leave the water for that. We won’t turn into a pair of prunes then,” Mickayla observed, her mind flashing back to the day the two of them had spent down on Aldea. Walking along the beach nude had been both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, her only adornments being a hat and the piercing she had received only that morning. She was pretty sure that she could feel Faye’s piercing pressing into her back as well.

With a groan passing her lips, Mickayla savoured the feeling of Faye’s fingers inside her before the probing digits pulled out of her, leaving the Klingon feeling somewhat hollow and empty after her first experience with anal, well, anything. Making a note to herself to try experimenting on herself a little bit, Mickayla pushed herself upright on her knees before slowly climbing to her feet. Water streamed down her skin, the rivulets sending tingles coursing through her body thanks to her highly sensitive skin. Biting her lip, Mickayla stepped out of the bathtub and accepted the towel that Faye held out for her.

Drying herself off with quiet efficiency, Mickayla gazed at Faye and wondered how she should proceed. As much as she had worked herself up to this moment, and fantasied about it, now that it was happening, the Klingon found herself a little nervous and apprehensive. Holding the towel in her hands, not sure if there was a point in wrapping it around her nude form in any fashion, Mickayla settled on letting Faye decide. It was her body after all.

“So, ah, bed or couch for this next part?” leaving unspoken what her mind was clearly imagining.

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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"Prune juice might be a warriors drink," Faye noted with an amused grin as she popped her fingers out of Mickayla, licking at her lips and taking breath to steady herself. "But you're right, its a horrible look for one's body." As if to accentuate that point, she slowly pulled her hands down her chest and torso, drawing her friends gaze. Her skin was mostly smooth - perhaps the fingertips were slightly wrinkled at this point - and her smile was delightfully wicked. Putting action to words however, she rolled herself up and out of the bath dripping water onto the tile floor not terribly worried about it pooling, as drains in the floor would take care of that sooner or later. 

Faye kept a few pairs of towels on a nice rack built into the side wall. These were kept heated, and were usually for her and Riley to put to use, but tonight it would be Mickayla benefiting from the heated fabric. She passed one to the security officer, appreciating for a moment the wet skin on display, and flicked her finger lightly against her friends piercing. Her own still hung nice and neat from her belly, marking their trip to the beachfront. With a smirk, she leaned over and started to towel off in swift, precise fashion, eager to get on with the night and see what all the Klingon woman had in mind.

Stretching languidly, Faye draped her own towel back over her warming rack, and then took Mickayla's out of her hand with a smile, storing it at as well. "Best to let that dry in case we need to use them again later," she purred, stepping in closer and running a finger slowly down the other woman's side, and along the cut of her hip. From a visual standpoint, Mickayla was gorgeous, and she enjoyed the contrasting tones of their skin. Turning, she flicked the finger up, between her friends breasts, and under her chin, making a sort of 'come hither' tickling twitch with her finger and then started to head into the bedroom. 

"The bed gives us a lot of options and more space to play with. If you want proximity to the replicator though, then we'd need to go the couch." She turned and perched herself on the corner of the bed, lazily draping one leg over the other at the knee, and leaning back, one arm out to either side to support herself. She looked up and up at Mickayla, fixing her with a saucy grin. "There's nothing to say we can't start here and move there either. But if you have something in mind involving specific toys," her gaze shifted to the archway leading back to the main room of the quarters, "We should go replicate them."

While Faye had some personal favorites, she wanted to let her friend set the pace here going forward. She'd keyed her up, tipped her over the edge a few times and let the woman's ass get a good stretching from her fingers. She wanted to accommodate Mickayla's own exploratory efforts, and part of that was ensuring that the other woman was able to express herself, and have her own agency in the journey ahead.

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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Faye didn’t answer immediately, instead stretching lazily and giving Mickayla a wonderful visage of her lithe Betazoid body. Entranced, Mickayla didn’t quite hear what Faye said to her and her fingers surrendered her towel without a struggle. Her mind vaguely noted that that solved the question of if it was worth wrapping the towel around her body, but it didn’t register to the Klingon in any meaningful way, as distracted as she was.

She was brought out of her reverie by the touch of Faye’s finger on her skin, running down her side and across her hip before moving towards navel. Reaching the matching piercing Mickayla shared with Faye, the Betazoid’s finger trailed upwards, passing between her breasts and up under her chin before pulling away to float in front of her face. Smiling softly at the motion of her friend’s finger, a ‘come hither’ she knew, Mickayla followed a few steps behind Faye as she spoke. "The bed gives us a lot of options and more space to play with. If you want proximity to the replicator though, then we'd need to go the couch," Faye explained to Mickayla, who stood and watched Faye as she displayed herself on the bed, saucy grin and all. "There's nothing to say we can't start here and move there either. But if you have something in mind involving specific toys," Faye said, her gaze shifting to the archway leading back to the main room of her quarters, "We should go replicate them."

“Ah, I have an idea or two,” Mickayla said after a moment’s consideration. If Faye was giving herself to the Klingon then Mickayla wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. After their interlude in the tub, Mickayla figured that pretty much anything was on the table. “Table, there’s an idea for the list,” Mickayla mused silently as she padded through the bedroom, past Faye and into the main room. Crossing it to the replicator, Mickayla spared a glance at her discarded armour before bringing up the directory and beginning her search. “I wonder if Thea keeps a record of everything a person looks up in her database?” Mickayla thought, trying to imagine the look the A.I. might share if she had to recite Mickayla’s recent browsing history. The Klingon had recently been expanding her knowledge of the carnal arts, and that included the extensive list of mechanical aids many civilisations had developed for them. Finding what she was after, Mickayla began fabricating her finds.

“3 dildos in various sizes, 2 vibrators,” The Klingon’s mind checked off as she perused. “Double-ended dildo, single and double strap-ons,” Mickayla continued before a different tab caught her attention. Her breath hitched at what might be inside before she gave into temptation and opened the ‘anal’ menu. Her eyes exploded at what lay within, knowing that feeling of emptiness could be filled with any of the items before her eyes. Selecting one, Mickayla eagerly waited for it to be replicated, her bum clenching several times as her imagination tried to conjure what the toy might feel like. Finally, it was done and Mickayla carried her varied selection across to the table and lay them out.

“I, ah, made a couple of selections,” Mickayla hedged, embarrassment creeping into her voice despite the situation. “We, ah, don’t have to use them all,” Mickayla continued, trying, and probably failing, to hide her eagerness. “Before we start though, um, I have a favour to ask,” the Klingon revealed, lifting the silver butt plug into view and showing it to Faye, the red gemstone set into its base glistening in the light. Setting the toy onto the table in front of her, Mickayla bent at the waist and lent over the table, until her breasts were pressed against it. Her arms crossed under her chin, she looked up at Faye where the Betazoid was still seated on the bed, not even considering that her arse was pointed at the door to Faye's quarters.

“Would you mind, um, filling me up again?”

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Watching Mickayla dither about for a moment was simply cute, thoughts and desires warring about within her playmate of the night. The woman strutted her way through the room, toward the front area and the replicator, and Faye's eyes eagerly followed. She did nothing to disguise the hunger she felt for the other woman, nor her appreciation for her still glistening physical form. The darkness of her skin, the fullness of her hips, the ridges along her brown and spine. Those powerful muscles that lay under the skin, tensing with each little stride. She could understand the fascination many held when it came to the primal nature of Klingon warriors. 

Faye did not have to wait long for the other woman to return, as she lounged on her bed, rolling over and checking the contents of one of the drawers built into the side of the bed. Satisfied, she twisted again so that, when Mickayla returned she would see the lithe diplomat laying on her stomach, her chin balanced between her hands. Stretched out lengthwise across the bed, the dark haired Betazoid kicked her feet idly in the air behind her, heels bouncing off her ass cheeks. It was a picture prefect pose - and she should know, as it was one she'd held for some time one weekend at the Academy for another cadet to paint. That memory flickered through her mind before being set aside. Mickayla would be the focus of her desires and thoughts tonight. 

Such a grin split her face when her friend returned, arms full of toys, displaying them on the table and holding up one in particular. It only grew, that smile, as the Klingon made her request. Gods help her if she realizes that anyone walking in could see her like that, Faye thought to herself as she giggled and swung about in a fluid motion to be sitting on the edge of her bed, clapping her hands in delight. Not that anyone was supposed to be dropping by, of course, but stranger things had happened. Probably. 

"Oh, yes, I would be delighted to do just that," she stressed the word as she hopped off the bed and reached down to trigger that drawer again. It slid out, revealing a small bottle of oil that she snatched up into her hand, popping it in the air and grabbing it. Practically skipping, Faye closed the distance to Mickayla with gleeful speed, bending to steal the be-gemmed plug from the Klingon while planting a kiss firmly on her lips. Savoring that, she slid behind her friend and gave a firm swat to the girls ass, after placing the plug on the table. 

"Gotta make sure you're prepped for this," she informed her friend, spreading the cheeks and peppering a few light kisses along the tender flesh. She let her tongue do some rather dirty talking, lavishing a bit of attention on her friends puckered ring, before pulling back and grabbing the oil. Designed to be slick and warm, she dribbled some down between Mickayla's cheeks, then grabbed the plug and drenched the metal bulb with it. 

"Now, relax, and breathe regularly. One of the first, best rules of anal play is that there is no such thing as too much lube. Remember that, okay? It's not supposed to hurt much, if at all, when you're doing this." Having thus instructed, Faye took the plug in her fingers and rubbed it up and down along the now oil-slicked arsehole. Idly wondering how many other Klingons had a kink like this, Faye slowly eased the plug into her friend, letting her empathic abilities help steady her pace. She wanted Mickayla to feel her ring stretched around the cool metal, the hard probe pushing into her, and then sinking into place all on it own, once the widest point had passed her puckered star.

"How does that feel?"

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The coolness of the tabletop was in stark contrast to the heat of the bathroom and the tub within, some of which had permeated outwards through the bedroom to the main room. And that coolness was causing her skin to tingle where the two met as she lay across the table, specifically, her nipples had hardened so much that Mickayla almost wondered if she would be able to cut glass with them. They were two sharp points beneath her that twisted ever so gently at each breath she took. And she was breathing, her exhilaration and anticipation of what she had asked and what would come after filling her with nervous energy.

Ahead of her, Faye had shifted to lying on her bed, her feet idly dancing in the air, taking it in turns to tap one of the Betazoid’s ass cheeks. She looked incredible, pictured there through the door frame and her pose only inflamed Mickayla’s desire more. The grin that had been spread across her face at the Klingon’s haul only grew wider at the request Mickyala had made and she rolled in a manner more graceful than the security officer would ever achieve to bring herself to a seated position.

“Oh, yes, I would be delighted to do just that,” Faye said, her eagerness to grant Mickayla’s request revealed in how she responded. Mickayla watched as her companion reached down to retrieve a bottle of something from a drawer the Klingon hadn’t noticed earlier before skipping across the divide between them. Bending over, she picked up the plug set before Mickayla, pausing to steal a firm kiss before repositioning behind the bent over Klingon.

“Gotta make sure you’re prepped for this,” Faye informed Mickayla and where the Chief had been expecting another finger or two, instead she felt light kisses on the inner sides of her spread cheeks. She practically jumped when she realised that the warm, wet thing she was feeling against her puckered entrance was the Betazoid’s tongue, but it felt so good that Mickayla ended up pushing back slightly, hoping for more. It was not to be though as faye withdrew and replaced her tongue with the slick fluid from the bottle she had carried over, wiggling as she felt it run over, and inside her anus, with some of it continuing on to add to the pool growing between her legs.

"Now, relax, and breathe regularly. One of the first, best rules of anal play is that there is no such thing as too much lube. Remember that, okay? It's not supposed to hurt much, if at all, when you're doing this,” Faye instructed and Mickayla nodded, eager to feel the fullness within her arse again. Despite it being only her first time experiencing anything back there, she felt she was quickly becoming subverted to the pleasure that it could bring her. The first contact of the bejewelled plug against her arse caused Mickayla’s breath to hitch slightly but she settled down as the metal surface ran over her skin, spreading and pickup oil as it travelled. Soon enough, she felt the familiar pressure of something pressing against her puckered hole and she forced herself to relax and breath, to grant it entry as she so desired. The plug was broader than Faye’s earlier probing fingers, equating to maybe four of the digits, and longer as well, stretching the Klingon’s ring delightfully and causing her to moan as she slowly accepted the toy within her. The moan was followed by a sigh as the plug passed its broadest point, seating itself firmly between Mickayla’s cheeks, the red gem at its base serving as a beautiful reminder of what lay below it. “How does that feel?”

“Magnificent,” Mickayla crooned, clenching her arse to savour the full feeling back there. While continuing to do so, the Klingon pushed herself back up to a standing position, before slowly turning to face her Betazoid lover. “Thank you,” Mickayla said softly, shuffling forward until her body was pressed against Faye’s, her rock-hard nipples digging into the diplomat’s breasts. Leaning forward, the Klingon captured her companion’s lips with her own and she kissed her for all she was worth, even as her hands snaked down to grasp a firm ass cheek each. “My turn now,” she announced after coming up for air, using her hold on Faye’s ass to hoist her into the air and pull her close, the Betazoid’s legs having no recourse other than to wrap around her.

Standing there, in the middle of the main room of Faye’s quarters, Mickayla held the svelte form of the Diplomat up against her own, her splayed hands firmly gripping the taut cheeks of the Betazoid’s ass even as the Klingon’s own tensed around the plug seated in her own to hold them both upright. Kissing her lover again, Mickayla turned and shuffled slightly, displaying the strength of her now fully Klingon body before gently depositing Faye onto the edge of the dining table. Once she was sure that her lover wouldn’t slip, Mickayla knelt before her, bringing her head down to a more advantageous level.

“You’ll have to forgive me, but this is my first time so I’m not exactly sure what I am doing,” Mickayla explained before leaning forward and running her tongue through the folds of Faye’s womanhood, tasting the different flavour of her sex as compared to her own.

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Giggling again, Faye allowed herself to soak up the moment, feeling the new sensations rippling though Mickayla's bum, and that pleasing surprise of pleasure that the other woman was feeling. She could easily imagine how that felt - despite the warming nature of the oil, that metal would still be somewhat cool inside of the other woman, and unrelentingly solid. Not so bad that it would hurt (she hoped) but solid enough to be felt with every little move the Klingon made. Honestly given what she knew about Klingon's she'd be very surprised if they didn't have a version of this themselves. Something she would research at a later date.

For now she let her hand trail slowly up and down the other woman's spine as Mickayla stood and turned to plant a kiss on her lips. Purring and preening, Faye accepted it with aplomb. She let out a pleasing little yelp when those hands clamped down on her ass and squeezed down tight, prying the cheeks apart slightly. With a giggle in her throat, the Betazoid found herself murmuring against the girls lips, "You are very welcome."

And she was. Faye wiggled her bare toes against the carpet beneath her feet, feeling its tight weave give a bit of bounce. Her hips wiggled side from side as she picked up on some of Mickayla's anticipation, then gave a little hop as the security guard hauled her up. With utter abandon, she wrapped her legs around the Klingon's hips and trusted Mickayla to support her, laughing and grinning the whole while. She loved that about the other woman, her strength, and being 'manhandled' could be a true pleasure - at times. This was one of those times. Basking in the moment, Faye clung tight as the other woman kissed the life out of her, leaving her heady and breathless when her bump connected with the cool surface of the dining table. 

Easing back onto it, Faye wagged her eyebrows as she pulled back somewhat, keeping her arms looped around the other woman's neck. She thought about teasing her lover of the evening - 'kinky' came to mind -  but dismissed the notion, not wishing to deter nor derail the darker skinned woman. Instead she slowly let her arms move away and brace on the table, Faye watched with anticipation of her own as Mickayla lowered herself to the floor, squarely between Faye's very open legs. Those eyebrows rose up a bit more as Faye looked down her own body at the security officer, feeling her pulse begin to race.

"Well you're off to a really good start," the diplomat crooned, wiggling her hips a bit and adjusting her position on the table. "MMm take it slow for a moment, get a feeling for how it all..ah, feels on your tongue yeah? I tend to start with broad strokes and then narrow down but," she sucked in a slow breath, "Just play around a bit with your tongue. If I don't like something, I'll let you know."

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The texture of the carpeted deck under her knees contrasted well against the smoothness of Faye’s skin under Mickayla’s hands. She had shifted her grip as she knelt with her hands now laying atop the diplomat’s thighs to help support her upper body as she leant forward. She had dived right in, so to speak, without looking first to see what it might feel like and was pleasantly surprised at the taste of the Betazoid. 

“Much better than I taste,” Mickayla noted as she pulled back, to get a better look at her current target. It was the first time that she had been so close to another woman’s groin and she certainly had a better view than when she had explored her own with a mirror. Glancing upwards, she locked eyes with Faye as the Betazoid was looking down at her. Smiling, Mickayla lent back in as Faye began to speak, offering suggestions as she shifted her hips. Mickayla, who had been leading with her tongue, ended up licking a broad swathe across the moist folds of Faye’s sex. Refocusing, she started slow, deliberate licks, rising from the Betazoid’s perineum, through her cleft and then up over the hood at the top to end at her mound.

She did that twice more, before deciding to have a peek under the hood, using her tongue to investigate the area thoroughly before descending lower. The folds of skin glistened in the light, a healthy combination of Klingon saliva and Betazoid lubrication help to moisten the way as Mickayla decided to see just how far she could work her tongue inside.

“Start shallow and work deeper,” Mickayla mused, thinking of the selection of toys she had replicated.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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Were she actively trying to read the thoughts of Mickayla, and not simply just picking up surface level emotional impressions, Faye would argue strenuously about taste, and point out how it was a very personal and subjective thing for each individual. Faye rather enjoyed the way the Klingon tasted against her tongue. She would have to allow that the security non-com was of course entitled to her own opinion on the subject, but that she should not sell herself short. Beyond that however, any further argument would be rather redundant. Given that Faye wasn't trying to pick up distinct thoughts though, the matter lay silent between the two.

As matters stood, Faye was too busy bracing against the table she'd been set upon, wiggling under Mickayla's grip. Her friend's hands felt warm on her smooth skin, freshly clean from the shower. She knew there was still a faint sheen of moisture covering her from head to toe, though the damp desire that coated her own folds had little to do with actually washing and everything to do with anticipation for what the Klingon was about to do unto her. 

Not that Mickayla wasted any sort of time with Faye. No, the girl went in for the kill right from the start. No nibbling of the thigh or kissing behind the knee or anything like that. She wanted a taste and Faye was happy to provide the meal, as it were, crooning as her breath hitched and she let out a quivering little moan. Almost musically, her voice rose and fell, as she exclaimed, "Oh hello there!"

Each little stroke, every flick, broad lap, and narrow probe sent delightful shivers all along Faye's body. Goosebumps broke out over her skin that had little to do with the relatively cool tabled under her rump. After all, the humidity of their shower and bubbling bath had suffused the whole quarters, and she'd not yet ordered the environmental systems to cycle through and clear that out. No, this was just one of the more visible reactions to everything that she was feeling from her friends ' determined, if tentative attentions.

"Ahhhh~" The Betazoids voice again rose and fell, giving the moan an almost sing song quality to it. "th-that's sensitive. Good, v-very good. But, oooo."

Eye contract broke as Faye's head fell back, long strands of wet hair streaming from her back and fanning down, toward the surface of the table behind her. The teasing of her clit, followed by that slow gentle probing had her petals spreading wide for her friend, sure to give plenty to from for Mickayla to place her tongue wherever she liked, as deep as she could manage. It might take a few minutes, but Faye had no doubt in the other woman's abilities to tickle and taste deep within her. By now, Faye had one of her legs lazily tossed over Mickayla's shoulder, the heel digging into her back, while the other swung back and forth in front of the table. She was set too high up to touch the floor with her legs, leaving them dangling as her hips began to slowly, steadily grind against the Klingon's face, the slow circles an unconscious act on Faye's behalf.

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Mickayla’s hands were busy grasping Faye’s thighs as the Klingon’s mouth remained focused on the Betazoid’s groin. Faye was wiggling about with each action from Mickayla’s mouth, the ensuing sounds from Faye, if not outright encouragement from her, doing wonders for the Klingons confidence. It was the first time using her mouth to pleasure another female and she didn’t want to disappoint Faye. She carried on, trying to give as much pleasure to her lover as she herself had, and continued to receive courtesy of the plug in her ass.

Releasing a thigh, Mickayla began to run her hand along Faye’s leg before trailing it upwards, her fingers questing for the supple flesh and stiff tip of her lover’s breast. Soon finding it, she gave it a firm squeeze before cupping it more gently. Throughout this, Mickayla continued to work away Faye’s petals with her tongue, internally debating if she should use her fingers as well.

Her desire winning out, she released Faye’s other leg and brought her hand down to the apex of Faye’s legs. As if sensing what she was about to do, Faye pulled her leg up and rested it on Mickayla’s shoulder, opening herself up for the Klingon. Once again encouraged, Mickayla focused her mouth at the top of Fay’s slit while her fingers began to search and probe for the tunnel she knew was hidden at the base of it. Soon finding it, she gently began to push a finger inside, wanting to feel her slick warmth before probing deeper still with one of the toys she had replicated.

“Let me,” Mickayla began, pausing to lick Faye again. “Know if you want me to do or use something different.” She wanted Faye to have some control too, lest Mickayla lose control and just take the Betazoid in every way her imagination could picture.

Which was a lot.

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With those warm hands on her, Faye was essentially locked into place, her cunt pressing to Mickayla's face. She wasn't complaining about this. Far form it in fact. What Mickayla might lack in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. Which for Faye was quiet infectious. Craving the desire she felt from the other woman just as much as the actual physical attention to per sopping wet core, Faye let her head fall back in a long, ragged moan, her view shifted from the security officer to the ceiling of her current quartering assignment.  The noisier Faye got, the more her friend grew in confidence, which in turn helped with the pleasure she was unleashing. 

As far as spiraling feedback loops went, that was pretty great. 

Bolder and bolder her partner of the night grew, and soon Faye felt a hand cupping her breast. There ws a gasp, at that first initial squeeze, the small mound pushed up in a powerful grip, though the teasing that followed as gentler, though no less pleasing in turn. Faye felt her toes curl and she whined a little, grind her hips in those tight, tight circles, smearing herself across Mickayla's face. She was sure there'd be a light sheen of her juices on her friends cheeks. After all the same thing happened to Faye herself so often when she went down on another woman. 

Eventually however curiosity got the  best of Mickayla and the Klingon decided to change things up. Faye settled into the new position, with her leg spread across the Klingon's shoulders and her rump closer to the edge of the table as a result. It was a subtle shifting of weight and pose but the results did give the other woman the access she clearly thought. A hiss bubbled up from Faye, and she nodded once, sharply, looking down her body at Mickayla as the girl speared the Betazoids pussy with strong finger, the tight warmth clamping down on the most welcome intrusion. 

"Ah...this is a great start," she murmured, again with a hint of a needy whine in her voice. "I like it when you start exploring. Hell of a turn on." Being a plaything for a curious partner just getting a grasp on her own sexuality was a real treat as far as Faye was concerned. Hell of an ego boost too, if she were to be honest. There was a that whole mentally satisfying side to the equation that had nothing to do with physical pleasure and everything to do with pride. Pride in herself, for being such a tempting dish, as it were, and pride in her - for lack of a better word - student, who was discovering for herself all the pleasures that could be offered by simply doubling the amount of potential partners available why opening up oneself to exploring intimacy with members of one's own sex.

"Tonight Im a...oh gods...blank canvas for you to paint and explore as you will." Okay, so she wasn't great at metaphors while getting finger fucked on her table.

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Faye was dripping with excitement and Mickayla soon found that most of her lower face was liberally coated in the Betazoid’s juices. Somehow though, Mickayla didn’t think Faye would have minded if she had stood up right then and kissed her, besides the Klingon stopping what she was doing to the Betazoid’s womanhood. Speaking from personal experience, being stopped part way through was extremely frustrating. Her finger was probing Faye’s depths and as much as Mickayla wanted to put a second in, she didn’t want to stretch Faye out too much; not when she couldn’t look into her eyes as she was spread wide.

“Soon though,” Mickayla told herself, knowing that her own self-control was fraying with Faye at her fingertips. It didn’t help that Faye’s voice was like music to her ears, singing a song that only inflamed her passion. She’d think back on it later, and realise that she was caught in the moment, but now, IN the moment, Faye was hers. She had said so herself, several times. She was Mickayla’s, to do with as she wished, to do what she wanted, and explore as she pleased. Mickayla had never had total control over another person before in quite such an intimate way but her body reacted to it, her instincts wanting to possess Faye and convince her that the Klingon owned her, if only for the night. “Very soon,” she thought, pulling her mouth away from Faye and looking up her body at the Betazoid’s flushed face.

“I want you to cum for my Faye,” Mickayla declared, pulling her finger out and reaching to grab the smallest of the dildos she had replicated. “I want to see you cum before I take you,” she said, setting the toy in place of her finger and beginning to slowly insert it. As wet as Faye was, she could have shoved it to the hilt but this wasn’t about filling her lover, this was about teasing.

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Faye could tell that Mickayla was simply brimming with ideas and notions that she wished to employ upon the Betazoid diplomat. There was such an abundance that Faye had to wonder if she would need to make her way to Sickbay at some point tomorrow to make sure she could walk straight when she went to her duty station for her shift. Not that she minded, and nor would it be the first time such an occurrence had happened. Dating a Nurse usually meant that this sort of muscle treatment and tune ups could be done in the privacy of her own quarters but with the two of them on staggered shifts she might simply have to hit up the duty nurse instead. Whomever was on call when she came in would surely have seen far worse, and she wasn't above a little veiled gossip and teasing. She made no effort to deny some of her more hedonistic tendencies and for the most part she never got any grief as long as her duties weren't impacted. 

For the moment though, the Klingon seemed to have settled on a course of action that was more involved than simply devouring Faye's pussy. Not that Faye minded that either, but she had offered herself up as unshaped clay to be molded to Mickayla's sexual curiosities that evening. A pretty cushy deal all in all, though currently this included a lot of wiggling, writhing and humping. First, the fingers that had been eased into her, and now, the toy that the security specialist had reached for. 

"Oh hello there," Faye crooned, giddy as she wiggled her hips forward, as if trying to take more of the phallic object inside of her. It was a game, she knew - her desire to have more filling her, and Mickayla;s desire to tease and control the situation. Obviously the other woman would be the winner there, but Faye knew how to play her part. A tale as old as time, or something like that, and one Faye reveled in. She felt the girth of the toy, thicker than the finger that Mickayla had been using before, but at the same time the dildo was not as warm. Easy enough to tell the difference between the genuine article and a replicated substitute, but those were very fun in their own right. Faye had enjoyed the probing of the Klingon woman's fingers. She enjoyed the toying probe now too, each unique and pleasurable. 

"You can go a bit harder," she teased, locking her gaze on the other woman's face. Faye knew her own countenance had to be flushed and red by now, sweaty too, but she didn't pick up any disgust coming off of Mickayla. Quite the opposite in fact, she was sensing a desire from her friend to utterly ravish her. Perfect.

"I won't break. I promise." A bold declaration from one that was of an undeniably more fragile species than the other, but it was true. She could handle more of the toy than had been given. She knew - or at the very least suspected - that Mickayla understood that and was being deliberately slow to tease Faye. We each have our own role to play in this game...

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“I’m counting on that for later,” Mickayla responded when Faye declared that she wouldn’t break if Mickayla went harder. The Betazoid was looking delightfully shiny as her body began to develop a layer of perspiration. Mickayla herself had experienced that same effect several times when she had played with herself, amazed that she would work so hard, and be so exhausted, without ever leaving her back. And with what she had planned, she knew that she would end up just as sweaty as Faye, if not more so, before the night was over.

“Think of this as the warmup stretch,” Mickayla explained as she inched the dildo back out of Faye and held the tip at her opening. Any movement of the Betazoid’s was matched but the Klingon, preventing any more than the tip remaining in contact. “Before any strenuous physical activity, it is advised to do an appropriate warmup routine to ensure that the body is prepared,” Mickayla recited clinically before grinning up at Faye. “I’m just making sure that you are ready. Every. Single. Part. Of. You.” As she said each of the last five words, Mickayla reinserted the dildo, pushing it even further in until her fingers brushed against the soaked folds of Faye’s womanhood. The dildo wasn’t overly large, maybe 15cm in total length but it was enough. Grinning cheekily, Mickayla lent back forward, her eyes remaining locked on Faye’s, her intent obvious.

“Now, are you going to cum for me?” the Klingon asked before extending her tongue and going to work against the hood at the peak of Faye’s pussy.

“Pussy, I like the sound of that word.”

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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The struggle not to really peek into Mickayla's mind was the strongest when she was getting fucked by the other woman. Reading surface emotions was one thing, but unlike with Riley, where she had permission and free reign to peek, she did not want to cross that border with the Klingon woman. But as her friend promised that she was 'counting on' Faye not breaking later, the little telepath wanted nothing more than to know what was in store for her. Once again her impatient side was showing itself, but this would (aside from being something of an ethical violation0 be cheating in the game that was unfolding. Faye would simply have to satisfy herself with the satisfied feeling of anticipation that Mickayla was broadcasting across her emotional spectrum, rather than delving deep for details.

The waiting was the hardest part. Truly. 

But by the same token, Faye wasn't without stimulation. Far from it, as she felt herself bucking against the delightfully intruding toy, trying to chase after the penetration of the device as Mickayla drew it away and out of her, leaving naught but the tip resting gently against her.  Giving a soft mewl, Faye's ass was sliding back and forth to the edge of the table, thrusting her pussy down on the toy as Mickayla set the pace - that damnable slow, teasing pace. A distant part of her mind knew she was going to need to wipe down and clean this before she had a meal on it any time soon, but the sheer novelty of being roughly fucked by her friend on the table far outweighed and post play clean up that she'd have to deal with.

Eyebrows rose high on the sweaty diplomat's face when Mickayla noted the importance of making Faye was properly warmed up and 'stretched' in every way. Every part. She had an idea of what that would entail and felt parts of her body clenching up in anticipation. She curled her fingers in against the table top and let out a long, low breath, as she forced herself to relax. Barely had she done so before the toy was shoved back into her cunt, stretching her wide and eliciting a sharp gasp and tremble from Faye. Fingers brushed her damp petals and she whimpered again. It was so delightful to be at her friends mercy that she felt herself begin to drip as a boiling heat bubbled between her legs.

When it came to sex a few things were key - eye contact was one of them. Faye and Mickayla's gaze remained locked as Faye nodded her her head up and down, those charcoal black eyes wide. Face flushed, she licked her lips, mimicking her friend before the tongue darted out, sending bolts of pleasing lighting coursing through her. "Oh yes, I'll cum if you...fuck keep doing that. That, just like that, just like...ahh. fuck me...fuck me fuck me fuck my pussy oh fuck me yes yes, fuck my pussy faster, please faster faster yessss." In short order Faye was reduced to begging, asking for all the things that her friend couldn't just read out of her mind.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

Reply #48
[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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When Faye started begging, Mickayla idly wondered if the Betazoid was peeking into her mind. She couldn’t fault her if she was as the Klingon was giving it all she was worth to drive Faye absolutely crazy and, if she was any judge on the matter, completely succeeding. Faye’s pussy was slick, her juices almost flowing out of her and over Mickayla’s hand where she was pumping the dildo in and out of her. Faye was close, needing only something a little extra to send her crashing over the edge.

Mickayla herself, while not as close as her lover, was horny and turned on as she could feel her own juices starting to run down the inside of her thighs. She had taken to squeezing her butt every so often, feeling the fullness of the plug in there and wanting more. And the thought occurred to her that she wasn’t picky about where or how she got more. Only with who. “If only Faye was looking at my thoughts,” Mickayla mused as she dipped her tongue to taste the Betazoid again before returning to apex of her pussy. And that was when she knew how to send Faye over.

“Look Faye,” Mickayla said softly, gazing at her lover, her hand unstopping. “Look inside and see what I am going to do to you tonight.” As she told her this, Mickayla first visualised Faye on her back, on the table, her legs held up in the air as the Klingon entered her with a strap on. Then she pictured the Betazoid pinned against the wall of her quarters, her legs wrapped around the Klingon as Mickayla pumped into her.

“See what is to come...”

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

Reply #49
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 

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Faye's body sang a song as old as time, her heart throbbing faster in her chest as her pulse raced and her libido chased that sweet, brilliant point of bliss that she knew lay just out of her own reach. This was not something that - at the moment at least -she could achieve herself. She could of course thrust her hand down between her legs, pushing Mickayla's face out of the way, and flick her aching clit in the fashion she knew would eventually get her to that point of tumbling over into a climax - but where was the fun in that? She didn't want to be the one to make herself orgasm. She could do that any time. No, Faye wanted Mickayla to make her cum, in part because it was simply more fun to have someone else do that, and in part to give the Klingon woman more confidence in her explorations of her own sexuality.

But mostly at that point, Faye wanted her damned orgasm.

It seemed that Mickayla wanted that as well, as she twisted the dildo in and out of Faye's now slick, and even dripping cunt. The table was going to need a deep clean. At this point, the carpet in front of the table was going to need a good cleaning as well. The inannane minutia flashed in Faye's mind before the Klingon's words, inviting her into the other woman's mind with an explicit request to do just that, registered. 

Consent was key, utterly and totally, for a Betazoid. In all things, truthfully, and they as a people strongly believed in the principle - especially when dealing with non-telepaths. Having been granted that express permission however, the lithe diplomat no longer felt constrained to keep her mental capacities reigned in. As she did often now with her Imzadi, so too she did with Mickayla, skimming the surface thoughts, the ones that the klingon wanted her to see. The images of her body, pinned by the security officer. A large strap on pummeling her inner core, over and over.  Of being savaged. Filled. No hole left untouched. 

"uuuuhhhhhgggghhhffffuck," Hardly the dignified response of a trained and experienced diplomatic specialist, and yet, this was the best the woman could manage as she finally hit that first orgasm, clamping down and spasming around the dildo the Klingon was using. What use did Faye have for dignity in a moment like that, when pleasure was swiftly coursing through her body, causing it to tense, then buck, temporarily blacking out any thoughts of her own in a deep, abiding orgasmic bliss.

 
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