Star Trek: Theurgy

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Wolf-11 | Upper Gymnasium | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Griff
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Donna had stopped herself short of sending a message directly to Admiral Anderson requesting an additional fighter pilot for her wingman. She’d been dragged back in once thanks to that man, she didn’t want to owe him one just because she couldn’t stomach flying as the third member alongside Salvo and Neko. Still, that did mean she had to just wait and hope for someone to arrive to fill the spot of Wolf-12 when there were already people qualified on board.

Unfortunately, Khorin Douglas, aka Hardtop, proved difficult to track down and so she had gone looking for Lillee t’Jellaieu, aka Bloodwing, instead. Which brought her to the gym on Vector 01 and one Romulan female. Standing just inside the door, she watched as the former pilot swung a sword similar in appearance to a Japanese Katana around in a set of practiced movements that showed not insignificant level of training behind them. But she didn’t have time to waste watching and so strode forward.

“Petty Officer t’Jellaieu,” Donna called out firmly, interrupting the Romulan. “Do you have a moment? I’d like a word regarding your transfer away from the Lone Wolves and what it would take for you to reconsider it, at least in the short term.”

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Upper Gymnasium | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy | ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Clad in a loose red shirt and black pseudo-silk pants, her long blonde hair tied together in a ponytail, Lillee moved with the sequences with fluid grace. Up, down, side, kick, block, lock, strike! It was more artistic than practical, but Lillee put serious effort into it, her golden blade cutting through the air with intent, her two hands never leaving the hilt. It was a curious form of relaxation but dancing with her honour-blade was a deeply liberating sensation, feeling the heavy weapon moving in accordance with her wishes. After a full ten minutes of dance, Lillee was sweating profusely, but she was too lost in the movements to truly notice, relishing the feeling.

Thus, it took a good few seconds for her to belatedly notice that someone was calling her, and another few seconds for Lillee's brain to process the words. Decelerating out of the dance, she looked at the newcomer curiously, panting. "Yes?" she said, out of breath as she moved back to the side of the mat and returned her golden blade to its equally ornate scabbard. Taking a deep swig of water, Lillee frowned. The two of them were nearly alone in the gymnasium, Lillee having deliberately chosen a time mid-shift when it was less crowded.

"Reconsider? Why?" she asked. "Commander Ravon approved my transfer, Chance. He can call me back temporarily if he needs me, but only during an emergency. Being docked at a friendly port is not an emergency, though." Lillee stepped closer to Donna, plainly perplexed. The two women didn't know each other particularly well, but nevertheless they had flown in the same squadron for four weeks. and Lillee considered the human with concern. "Why do you need me?"

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Wolf-11 | Upper Gymnasium | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Griff
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There were many ways that the Romulan could have addressed her, but the casual and seemingly disinterested response just annoyed the former spy. Perhaps it was the situation she found herself in, she considered, that had her on edge. She disliked not being in forced into things not of her choosing and while it was certainly the SCO’s prerogative to reorganise the squadron, he could have at least told her first before announcing it to everybody; especially if he was going to make her the third wheel to a misogynistic Martian. 

“I am asking you to reconsider so that you could fly on my wing,” Donna replied, her tone edgy. “Several recent departures from the Wolves have left us a pilot short and I have been given the short straw to fly third wheel to Salvo and Neko. And nothing against the two of them, but I hate being third wheel to anyone. So, I am here, asking you to return until another pilot can get to us.”

“That is, if you can spare the time in between being a taxi service and swinging a sword around the gymnasium.” The barb was unnecessary, but Chance was agitated and just wanted to have someone to fly her wing before it came time to fly.

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Upper Gymnasium | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy | ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Lillee couldn't help but smirk at the last remark. "You won't be as dismissive when you crash your Valkyrie and I'm the one rescuing you. Or if we get boarded by Borg again and you need to hide behind me and my honour-blade." Nevertheless, she considered Donna carefully and signed. It was, she admitted, a fair point. After all the torrential drama down in the spa, it make sense that Commander Ravon had approved her transfer without delay, but it had left a clear hole in the squadron as a result. That, at least, made Lillee's gut squirm. The idea that her foolish moment of weakness had compromised pilots like this...

"Salvo is an ass, but he's an efficient ass," Lillee said. "I never liked him much, but he can handle a Gryphon and a flight well enough. If you keep it as tight as he does, you'll be fine in a trio. Neko will have your back." Then, as soon as the words left Lillee's mouth, she winced at a memory: Chance and Foxfire's merry flirting while flying. Flying as a trio was an unusual position since it required more strict adhesion to flight patterns, more discipline to stay in formation, less flexibility to engage compared to conventional pairs. The forward two fighters would get all the kills, all the action, leaving the third fighter to simply watch their tails and follow, wasting their offensive capacity. It was still better than flying alone, given the danger, but a free-spirited pilot like Chance would hate being restricted like that.

And so would I, Lillee admitted to herself sourly. She wasn't as wild a pilot as in years past, but even so, she'd hate it.

Thus, after a moment of reflection, Lillee sighed. "Oh, fvadt. Fine.I'll talk to the SCO about running a double shift so I can fly your wing on patrol for a time. I heard that we're getting a new pilot soon, so it shouldn't be too long." It had better not be too long, Lillee rued mournfully, already feeling her chances of a true spa day vanishing in smoke. With that, she turned and moved back to her belongings beside the mat, crouching down and pulling out her golden honour-blade again.

Then a thought struck her, and Lillee glanced back at Donna from where she crouched, grinning. "Want to play?"

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fvadt: Romulan curse that roughly translates to "damn".

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[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Wolf-11 | Upper Gymnasium | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Griff
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"Well that wasn’t so hard,” Donna thought when the Romulan agreed to returning to the squadron. Ok, so she hadn’t exactly said that, but Donna was confident that she could talk the girl into coming back on a full-time basis. Afterall, flying a Valkyrie was so much better than flying a shuttlecraft. Not much else could beat the feeling of being in control of one of them. “Though I wonder what it would feel like to fly that black monster they have in the bay. That thing certainly looks like it could pack a punch.”

Seemingly thinking the matter ended, Donna was about to bid her farewells and depart when Lillee returned to her gear and drew out her sword. Taking a moment, the pilot realised the it was a Romulan honour-blade, a weapon that was passed down through the family. It certainly looked impressive and Donna could easily imagine the Romulan staring down against a Borg drone with it, though who would win was harder to tell. The question that came from Lillee though, that was intriguing to be sure. Especially with that grin.

“Oh?” Donna wondered, living up to her callsign once again. “What did you have in mind?”

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Upper Gymnasium | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Adjusting her hand on the honour-blade to a reverse-grip, Lillee stood back up, still grinning. She wiped some sweat off her distinctive crenelated brow with her free hand. "I could use a sparring partner if you are willing, and I understand that you are skilled, yes?" The challenge and confidence in Lillee's smirk was unmistakable. "I haven't sparred since before Sol, and even then, I did not train often. Being an admiral's aide was not a dangerous job, but serving on this ship, I would not be surprised if we end up wrestling Gorn one day and dodging Tholians the next."

Rolling her shoulders, she added wryly, "And truly, how many opportunities will you have to spar with a Romulan who has trained with an honour-blade? If you are so dismissive of my training with this, I would love the chance-" (her smirk widened at the pun) "-to educate you. Unless you are too busy...I understand that the prospect of matching a Romulan in close combat is very daunting, after all..."

It wasn't the most subtle of taunts, but after the exhilaration and blood-pumping adrenaline of the blade-dance, Lillee wasn't in the mood for subtle. Her body thrummed with energy and power, and she felt the primal urge to unleash it. It didn't matter that Lillee had spent so many years as a mechanic and an admiral's aide, and was now a mere shuttle pilot. She was a warrior, and in that moment, she wanted to relish in it.

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[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Wolf-11 | Upper Gymnasium | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Griff
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"Oh, I am not dismissive of your training, Petty Officer,” Donna said, seeking to clarify what she meant. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I have a healthy regard for both your skill with a blade and your physiological advantages in a duel. Here. In the gymnasium,” she explained, her mind running through scenarios. “But what if you weren’t here. What if the ground was wet, or the wind was blowing your hair across your face, or you were injured? Would your skills still hold up?”

“And while I may know how to hold and swing a sword, I am far from accomplished in its use. I’m just as likely to kill the person beside me as hurt my opponent in front of me,” she pointed out, not embarrassed at all. It was an accurate assessment of her abilities. “My weapon of choice, in most situations, is the bow. Why engage in a melee if you don’t have to? Terrain, lighting, weather, all factors that can be used to your advantage in a real battle.”

“So, do you think your Romulan skill and training could handle a real engagement, or at least as real as we can make it?” Donna proposed calmly, staring at the Romulan. “Either down on the planet or on the holodeck? We could even put a little wager on it if you’d like.”

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Upper Gymnasium | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Lillee's smirk exuded confidence as Donna spoke, and as she issued her challenge, Lillee laughed. "Yes, absolutely," she answered merrily, grinning. "That sounds like the most fun I've had outside a cockpit in far, far too long. Name the time and place, Lieutenant, and I will be happy to show you that I am dangerous anywhere." She sobered slightly before continuing, "And truly, I am curious to see what you can do with a bow. I have never met an archer before, or seen one fight. That sounds intriguing. I do not know what sort of wager to offer, but we can work out something when the time comes, yes?"

With that, Lillee considered for a moment, her fingers tapping idly on the hilt of her blade. "While we're here at Aldea, we might as well go somewhere on the planet. Who knows when we'll next have the luxury of an entire world to play on? I keep meaning to explore the planet more anyway. Let me know when to meet you in the transporter room and I'll be there." She paused. "And I shall be on your wing for your next patrol, whenever that is, I promise."

With that done, after Donna left, Lillee returned to her sequences, but this time, there was a fierce grin on her face as she swung her golden sword. Something about the challenge from the human Wolf, her own confidence, sparked an excitement in Lillee's blood about getting down there and truly playing. No pretense, no fussing about rank and protocol, none of the complexities or subtle stresses of flying, no worrying about the children or the horrendous evil they were fighting in the Federation. Just two women, fellow pilots, playing with their favourite weapons and having fun. The simplicity and purity of it was deeply refreshing, and the sort of thing that Lillee hadn't really partaken in since leaving the Empire.

Oh, she was going to enjoy this.

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[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Wolf-11 | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Griff
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"Chief, I can assure you that we are not out to kill each other. It's just a friendly little game between the Petty Officer and myself," Donna said again to the Klingon security officer that had crossed her path on her way to the transporter. And despite her multiple declarations that everything was alright' Mickayla MacGregor had decided to come along to chaperone them. It was either that or be reported to the senior officer on watch so that they could be monitored remotely. And while Thea would probably do that anyway, it was another thing to have everyone watching, especially with the wager that she had in mind.

"And I believe you Lieutenant," Mickayla responded calmly to the Human pilot beside her. "But accidents happen even with practice weapons which is why all training missions are monitored. Would you prefer that was me, or someone else?” she asked, her gut telling her that Donna Petterson while not out to harm anyone ' was not altogether innocent either. She was up to something and Mickayla wanted to know what.

"I'm sure you will do an exemplary job Chief," Donna remarked, her mind already scheming to somehow include her new companion in her game. "You've even come prepared for the occasion," she added, referencing the sheathed Mek'leth and D'k tahg replicas at her hips. "How well can you use those?"

"Well enough," Mickayla replied, seeing the probing question for what it was. "And how well can you use that bow of yours?" she countered. “Or the knife?”

"Play your cards right and you just might find out," Donna commented, winking at the Klingon as the doors to the Transporter room opened at their approach. Within, Lillee awaited them, a polymer training replica of her honour-blade in hand. "Lillee," Donna said in greeting. "It seems that we are going to have a chaperone for our little competition. The Chief here intercepted me on my way here and has elected to accompany us. To make sure that we don't kill each other."

“As I was explaining to the Lieutenant, accidents happen even in training. So, it's either I come along, or I have Thea actively monitor you both,” Mickayla said firmly, offering the ultimatum.

“I’m good with the Chief joining us,” Donna said as she stepped up onto pad, Mickayla a step behind her. “So, where have you chosen for us?"

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OOC: Donna's Outfit.
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[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Stegro88

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In the transporter room, Lillee was distinctly out of uniform as she waited for her sparring partner. She'd taken the opportunity to replicate some new practical clothing for combat: a long black shirt, similarly black pants, a grey jacket and thin gloves. It was a welcome change from a uniform or normal civilian wear, as close as Lillee could manage to what she'd worn as a teenager in training. The rcomputer hadn't quite been able to replicate the same leather or wool, but nevertheless, the substance remained.

They were the clothes of combat training and, more importantly, fun. The replicated polymer sword in Lillee's hand was a mild irritation, the blunt blade sheathed in a plain green scabbard, but it was necessary nevertheless. It was just training, after all. Taking a real blade meant that Lillee would've had to hold back, be careful, forever watch her sword. Taking a (mostly) harmless substitute would make the forthcoming games more fun, if less genuine.

In the end, Lillee had been waiting for nearly ten minutes, making polite chit-chat with the transporter operator, when Donna finally entered the transporter room. Lillee's automatic smile soured slightly at the second woman who walked in: a Klingon in casual clothes, almost certainly security from her bearing, also armed. She explained her reason for joining the trip, and Lillee's shoulders sank. It was a reasonable justification, but still...a Klingon? Looking over their shoulders? A perpetual and bad-smelling wet blanket?

Admittedly, Lillee didn't smell anything typically Klingon (indeed, the chief smelled rather pleasant, probably more so than Lillee herself), but still...

Nevertheless, Donna didn't seem to mind, stepping onto the pad as if it were already settled. Lillee sighed, resigning herself to their fate. In fairness, having a trained security professional oversee their training was an intelligent precaution. Thus, Lillee hopped up onto the pad besides the other two women, looking towards the Klingon first.

"Well met, Chief," she said politely, bowing her head very briefly. "I am PO3 t'Jellaieu. Lillee, if the other name is difficult to your tongue." Then she glanced at Donna, grinning. "There's a tropical island in the middle of the largest ocean. Nothing sentient for a thousand kilometers in any direction, good weather, plenty of variable terrain, no predators or other dangerous wildlife to concern ourselves with.." Then, thrumming with excitement as if she was fifteen again, Lillee motioned to the transporter operator. "Energize!"

Blue sparks whirled around the three women, the confinement beam gripping tight for a long moment, before finally they rematerialised in the middle of what seemed to be a beach. The ocean lapped close to them, the sun shining bright in the blue sky, a loose jungle starting at beach's perimeter. The sound of crying birds could be discerned, the avians going about their businees in the sky, some zipping over the ocean, occasionally snapping a fish from the water. It was a classic tropical paradise.

And, of course, it was also hot, remarkably so. Still, Lillee didn't seem to mind in her jacket, glancing at her companions.

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Griff
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The first thing that Mickayla heard, even before her eyes had adjusted to the change in light or her nose had sorted through the new scents upon the breeze, was the sound of waves lapping at the shoreline. Lillee had told them that she had chosen a tropical island and from what her senses were now telling her, Mickayla wholly agreed. The air was fresh, the sun was warm and bright and the only sounds to be heard were from the ocean rolling across the sand behind them. It almost felt like heaven to the Klingon. But that was not why she was here.

“Oh, this will do nicely,” Donna commented as she looked around. Lillee had chosen well for the location of their game. Confined area but large enough for someone to hide or evade as necessary. Variable terrain to provide some challenges. “This, this is going to be fun.”

“So what rules are you two going to be playing by during this, game, of yours,” Mickayla asked, curious why they had to come down here spar instead of just using the gym or the holodeck. Perhaps it was the inflection in her voice when she asked, or the look on her face but somehow, her curiosity and doubt were conveyed clearly to the Terran pilot.

“We needed a way to make the fight fair. I can’t match a Romulan’s strength advantage, nor do I possess more than a rudimentary knowledge of how to use a sword. But out here, my bow evens the playing field and the terrain helps to nullify my range advantage. It’s as close as we can get to an even playing field,” Donna explained for the Klingon’s benefit. “Did you want to join us? Or is that against your rules?”

“It’s not against my rules,” Mickayla replied, thinking it over. “Before I answer, what rules are you playing by?”

“Simple,” Donna stated calmly, a grin spreading on her face. “Receive a kill shot and you lose an article of clothing. Think of it like strip poker but with swords. Last person wearing something is the winner,” Donna declared, wondering now if either of them would accept the conditions or if this had all been for nothing.

“What do you think?” she asked them both. “Are you in or out?”

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OOC: Donna and Mickayla’s Outfits.
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[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Well, that took a turn. Lillee's eyebrows shot up right to her cranial ridge at Donna's proposal. It wasn't quite the game she'd anticipated, but the more that Lillee thought about it, the more she liked it. A game with stakes was all the more fun, after all, and made for a far better distraction. Playing a game with the Klingon woman would be amusing too, if she turned out to be a prude. Oh, Lillee would never be mean, exactly, not a crewmate...but as her fingers tapped idly on her blade, she imagined the Klingon in the sand, unclothed and defeated before her.

It was a mental image that proved far more exciting than Lillee had anticipated, and a slow devilish grin grew along with a spark in her belly. She didn't give it much thought beyond that, her mind turning to the freedom of the hunt as she considered the two women...her two opponents.

"I am content with this," she said a tad more formally than was required, bowing her head briefly. Then, quite slowly, she drew her sword. It was a simple weapon, merely black polymer replicated into the shape of a sword, but the computer had done its job well. The blade was superbly balanced, its heft almost indistinguishable from the real honour-blade lying in Lillee's quarters. Pulling the sword free, Lillee dropped the scabbard and held the sword low in one hand, its tip pointed towards the sand.

"So," she said with a seductively dangerous tone, "how do we proceed?"

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Griff
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“I’m good with those rules,” Mickayla agreed, surprising herself with her words considering that she had a 66% of ending up naked with nothing but her weapons to show for it. She had a replica Mek’leth on her left hip and a d’k tahg sheathed at her right. She had been studying some of the forms that Captain Ruzaxo had sent her and, so far, had gravitated towards the use of paired sword and knife forms. She was ambidextrous, and had looked at the paired mek’leth, indeed, had added them to her training routines, but she felt more at ease with the two differing weapons. It presented her with more options, something she appreciated when sparring.

“Well then,” Donna said, reaching behind herself and pulling two folded bundles off her belt. “Take these. They are folded up satchels so you can carry your clothes around with you. Unless you want to return to the ship au naturel. Your choice.”

“I think a 5-minute delay and us going in different directions should be fine. The island isn’t that big,” Donna proposed. “Oh, and to be a little fairer, how about we cannot target the same person in a row or until after another 5-minute block has passed? Unless of course they engage you first. We’re all honourable right?”

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Honourable indeed, Lillee thought deviously, her eyes flicking between Mickayla and Donna as she took the satchel. A human, a Romulan and a Klingon, standing on a tropical beach and talking about honour. It had all the makings of an excellent joke. Nevertheless, Lillee bowed her head briefly in assent. She would follow the rules honourably, faithfully and to the letter.

That hardly stopped her playing around the rules though, did it?

"This will be fun," Lillee commented with an enigmatic smirk, her eyes resting on Mickayla as she spoke. Loathe though Lillee was to admit it, even to herself, the Klingon looked stunning in the tropical sun, with the sand under her boots and and the sea air flicking through her dark tresses. Donna would almost certainly be the more challenging opponent, leaving Mickayla as the weaker of the trio. Sure, she could end up being more formidable than she appeared, but Lillee doubted it.

Without another word, yet with a hungry smile, Lillee picked up her scabbard from the sand, sheathed her weapon, turned and walked away from her opponents, further along the beach. It took real force of will to keep walking, to not look over her shoulder, to wait. Finally, by the time Lillee did peek, both Donna and Mickayla were gone.

The game was afoot. With the sun blazing, the air thick with humidity and the smell of the sea, Lillee turned and moved into the jungle. It was relatively thin, proving easy enough to pass through, although the trees provided natural cover. The further away from the ocean Lillee got, the quieter it became, her sensitive pointed ears adjusting. The island was truly beautiful; untamed but open, a paradise surrounded by thousands of kilometers of ocean. Occasional rays of sunlight beamed through the jungle canopy, providing spectacular views through it, but also areas of darkness where the contrast might hide a crafty hunter. Walking, one hand on her sword hilt, listening carefully, Lillee marvelled at it all.

Then Lillee gasped at a hard thud, a dull impact in her side and the rattle of the arrow as it fell to the ground. "Fvadt!" she cursed, spinning and drawing her blade in an instant, peering down the angle where the arrow had come from...and seeing nothing. There was just trees, bushes and grass, a hundred different places where Donna could be hiding. Lillee breathed fast, adrenaline pumping through her, before cursing again.

"Fvadt," she grumbled, looking distinctly petulant. Still, fair was fair. Sheathing her weapon, she took off her jacket and proceeded to stuff it into her satchel, reducing Lillee to her grey shirt, her arms already starting to slick with sweat amidst the heat. It was only then that the true scope of Donna's tactic became clear, as while Lillee was distracted with her jacket. a certain Klingon advanced closer...

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Wolf-11 | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ] Attn: @Griff
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Donna was feeling great. Her plan to get an early ‘kill’ had worked and she would bet that the Klingon was feeling chagrined right about now. After watching Mickayla start to walk off now the beach away from Lillee, Donna had sprinted off into the jungle and then angled after her, keeping her prey in sight through the trees. 304 seconds after separating, Donna had nocked an arrow before sending it on its way. Her aim was true, and she smiled in glee as she watched it strike Mickayla in the back of the head. Chuckling to herself, she turned away as the chief took her jacket off.

Despite having the physical disadvantage on paper, the pilot liked to consider herself pretty cunning. It was one of the job requirements for a TacCONN member. That said, she was up against a Klingon and a Romulan, species known for their cunning and guile. She was going to have to play the game like a master if she wanted to come out of this wearing anything at all. Which was exactly why she was jogging towards the area where she believed Lillee would roughly be. She was counting on the Romulan travelling down the beach and then turning inland once she was out of sight.

Luck was with her and as she paused to check her surroundings, she caught sight of Lillee stalking through the jungle, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Smiling, Donna nocked her second arrow of the morning and sighting in on the Romulan’s side, looking to piercing her heart. Checking her breathing, she drew back on the bowstring, aimed, and released. Ducking back behind the tree, the strangled curse from Lillee told her all she needed to know and she began inching away, making sure to keep the tree between them. 

Movement to her left brought her up short and she stopped to watch events unfold. She had been hoping the Klingon would come after her so that she wouldn’t have to chase her down again; but this was better than she had expected.

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Mickayla was seething. The 5-minute grace period had barely passed, and she had been struck in the back of the head by one of the wolf’s arrows. Grumbling under her breath and knowing that the pilot was already departing to hunt the Romulan, Mickayla had unfolded the satchel before removing her jacket and stuffing it in the bag. Then she took off after the wolf.

Sweat had beaded on her skin as she jogged through the trees but so far, Mickayla had not found either of her opponents. Cursing again, something she had been doing since being hit in the head, Mickayla continued forward, her weapons sitting on her hips reassuringly. She wondered about drawing them but decided against it. What would really be the point anyway? She’d hopefully have time to draw them against Lillee and Donna had already demonstrated her effectiveness with her bow.

"Fvadt!” a voice, Lillee’s Mickayla realised, echoed through the jungle. The tone of it told her everything that she needed to know; Donna had ambushed Lillee just as effectively as she had hit Mickayla herself. Smiling a predatory smile, Mickayla drew her mek’leth and began stalking towards where she had heard the cursing. And it didn’t take long for her to find her quarry. As she stepped around a tree, she found the Romulan standing in front of her, her sword sheathed as she was stuffing her jacket into her own satchel. Smiling, Mickayla advanced forward and threw her knife at the distracted Romulan. Not exactly a truly Klingon tactic but Mickayla wasn’t a true Klingon anyway.

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System  ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Lillee heard the swish of the knife, but her desperate dodge to the side wasn't enough to avoid the weapon's dull point hitting her side. She cursed again, thoroughly annoyed with herself. How had she not heard the Klingon coming? Distraction, of course, surely. It was just like flying; even a small distraction, like stuffing a jacket into a satchel, was enough to be fatal.

Lillee turned around to see that same Klingon and she sighed, smiling reluctantly. It had been a clever move, after all, and throwing a knife so well couldn't be easy. She chuckled, musing that the challenge was real, as Lillee was very much on the back foot. Now quite safe from both opponents as a result of the five minute rule, Lillee had the luxury of glancing down at herself, pondering what to discard next. The boots were far too handy in the rough terrain, so Lillee wanted to hold onto them for as long as she could. That only left one option.

Swiftly, looking purposefully at Mickayla as she did it, Lillee grasped the hem of her long shirt and pulled it up over her head. The Romulan was reduced to a white sports bra now, the points of her nipples poking visibly through the fabric, her toned stomach now clearly evident, sweat beginning to build on her skin. Neatly folding the shirt into the satchel along with her jacket, Lillee looked up at Mickayla, her eyes gleaming, conscious that Donna was surely watching from afar.

"My turn," she teased with faux innocence. In a flash she leapt at Mickayla, drawing her sword as she moved and attacking with precision. It only took two strokes to get around the Klingon's guard, a third successfully landing at Mickayla's neck, the black sword stopping in mid-air only a couple of inches away. Lillee grinned fiercely at her "defeated" foe, her chest heaving at the sudden exertion, still conscious that Donna surely had the perfect shot. Well, so be it. The human would inevitably be the next target for both of them.

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Donna was impressed. The Klingon had thrown a d’k tahg with impressive accuracy for a weapon not designed to be employed in such a manner. It helped that Lillee had apparently not seen or heard her approaching, but still impressive nevertheless. And it presented an interesting conundrum for the Romulan; what to take off next. The first item or two is easy. It's what comes off next that can tell you a lot about a person. In this case, Lillee was being practical in choosing to remove her shirt over her boots or pants. Nor was she the least bit shy as she disrobed right there in front of the Klingon, who seemed frozen in place at the display. 

“You should have run,” Donna mused softly, taking in the change in posture from the Romulan. It was a small thing but obvious for those with the training. In a fluid motion, Lillee advanced on Mickayla, drawing her sword as she did so and in only 3 moves, was inside the Klingon’s guard with her blade held against the security officer’s throat. “Impressive,” the pilot observed, making a mental note to be on her guard in melee against Lillee. It wasn’t her first preference, given her choice of a bow as a weapon but she felt like she could hold her own with it.

“Time to remind them I’m still around,” Donna said to herself as she drew an arrow. She would have to target the Klingon first, but enough time had passed that she could take a shot at the both of them. After that, she had a feeling she was going to need to find a good place to ambush them. Sighing softly, she nocked her arrow and drew back, sighting through the trees at her target. Exhaling, she released, already reaching for a second arrow as the first was in flight. With the second on its way, Donna didn’t hang around to find out how accurate she had been; instead choosing to disappear into the jungle in search of a place to hide.

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“Damn,” Mickayla uttered, dropping her eyes from the Romulan’s heaving chest to stare at the black blade resting against her throat. She should have been expecting the counterattack but instead had been taken in by Lillee’s brazenness. She had been unprepared as well, she noted, having thrown her knife away instead of retaining it to assist in her parrying, as her training had so far dictated. “Note to self, practice mek’leth techniques on their own.”

The thought had barely been formed before a whistling filled the air. By the time she realised what it was though, she had already taken the hit; the arrow impacting against her left breast. More whistling came and Mickayla threw herself to the ground, not wanting to be hit again; even accidentally.

“Fuck,” she cursed, roling over to stare up at the trees for a moment before climbing back to her feet. “That hurt!” she exclaimed, her empty hand moving to cup her breast in an attempt to massage away the pain as the realisation that she had to remove TWO items of clothing began to sink in.

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This time, Lillee reacted. She saw the first arrow hit Mickayla and reacted immediately, diving for the cover of a tree and dodging the subsequent rapid-fire arrows. Even so, one of the arrows came perilously close to hitting her. Slamming down behind a tree, Lillee marveled at Donna's accuracy. Then again, how was she surprised? Lillee had seen Donna's skill with weapons against the Borg, and for all the differences between an arrow and a phaser, a weapon was a weapon.

At Mickayla's complaint, Lillee grinned at the Klingon, shocking herself at her joviality. "Then I recommend not getting hit," she teased from her cover, unable to resist. Still panting, Lillee pondered whether to stick around and watch Mickayla...but no. Donna was winning, and that had to change. Looking at Mickayla, Lillee gestured to get her attention, and said "Keep her looking at you while I flank her."

It was a weak gambit, but it was their best shot. While Mickayla distracted Donna, Lillee carefully edged around the tree, her ears perked for any sound. She judged a path to the approximate area where the arrows had come from, calculating in her head, then without further forethought, Lillee shot off, keeping low and fast with sword in hand, staying behind cover wherever she could. Trees, a bush, a slight rise in the ground; if it provided cover, Lillee was using it. She had no idea if Donna had seen her, but panting and full of exhilaration, Lillee didn't care, her heart hammering in anticipation of that arrow.

Somehow, not even certain how, Lillee made it; she heard a faint rustle next to a bush to her left and saw Donna kneeling beside it, her bow aimed and an arrow nocked. The human looked astonishing in that pose, a beautiful and alluring hunter waiting for the shot...but it was Donna's turn to be prey. Lillee was behind her. With a fierce grin of triumph, she crouched down and inched closer to Donna before, after getting close enough, leaping at her with a slashing attack.

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"You recommend not getting hit! Oh, that is going to cost you later,” Mickayla growled mentally, biting back a verbal retort as she remembered the situation that she was in. The wolf had them in her sights so now it was just a question of if she had stayed or moved. Mickayla knew what she herself would do but the pilot had different weapons and, obviously, a different mindset. And so far, it was working well for her. The Klingon growled in annoyance as the Romulan nearby gestured at her.

“Keep her looking at you while I flank her,” Lillee directed before edging around the tree in the other direction. “I guess we are working together now,” Mickayla considered silently as she climbed to her feet, knowing she was in full view of Donna. “Probably need to if we want to close the gap between us.” Looking around, she spotted her d’k tagh on the ground and calmly walked across to pick it up. She glanced in the direction that the arrows had come from but couldn’t see the pilot for the trees, but her gut told her that she was out there. Wiping the blade off, Mickayla sheathed the knife before beginning to move towards where she thought the wolf might be hiding.

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[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Wolf-11 | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System ]
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“What is she doing?” Donna wondered, watching the Klingon security officer make no effort to conceal her actions. “I mean, according to the rules I can’t hit her anyway and the Romulan got her right before I did, so she is functionally immune for the next few minutes. But still, make an effort,” Donna thought to herself. Feeling educational, she drew another arrow and nocked it, sighting down the length at the security officer as she drew it back. “It won’t count for anything, but it’ll teach her to be more careful. It’s like she is asking me to hit her aga....”

The thought had barely formed when she heard a rustling to her side. Instinctively, she fell away from the attacker while bringing her bow around. She was only just in time as her bow intercepted the slashing attack from the Romulan’s sword. In her haste to block, she had dropped the arrow she had had nocked and couldn’t retaliate, instead having to satisfy herself with pushing the sword away from her and rolling back over herself come to her feet. 

“She was the bait,” Donna remarked, understanding the trap that she had almost gotten her. She was in a fighting crouch now, her bow held in front of her like a staff. She had a knife but against the Romulan’s sword it was next to useless. “Not bad,” she continued before lunging forward. Donna knew she couldn’t match Lillee’s speed so she had to get her before the former wolf could react. Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough as her attacks were repeatedly blocked. Forced back on the defensive, it was all she could do to stop herself from taking a fatal blow, suffering several stinging blows to her arms as she did so, knowing they would bruise and leave welts later.

“Shit,” Donna muttered, breaking contact to catch her breath as she eyed the Romulan. She was much more skilled with her blade than the wolf had first considered and now she was being forced to re-evaluate her plans. Time was ticking away and the longer this lasted, the more likely it was that Lillee would land a killing blow or that Mickayla would arrive. “Time for something drastic then.”

Charging forward, Donna swung wildly with her bow to set Lillee on the back foot before releasing it. It was only meant as a distraction anyway as the wolf darted in and grappled with her opponent. It was a desperate strategy as Lillee out muscled her on paper, but she wasn’t aiming for a wrestling match, only a few moments where she wouldn’t be threatened by that sword. Wasting no time, Donna twisted herself violently, sending the two combatants to the dirt as the wolf reached for the knife she carried. Feeling the hilt in her hand, Donna pulled it free and brought it around to wrest against the Romulan’s neck. It was only as she tried to get her breathing under control again, that she felt the sharp tip of the sword against the bottom of jaw.

“Dammit!” Donna cursed, relaxing slightly as she sucked in air. “I thought I had you clean there instead of a bloody draw.” A shadow fell over her and she looked up to see Mickayla crouched above her, the tip of her d’k tagh an inch from her skull. Glancing to Lillee, she saw the Klingon’s mek’leth in a similar position above her.

“Now, if my math is right, we each of to remove two pieces of clothing,” Mickayla stated calmly. “How about we take care of that in a peaceful fashion before restarting the game?”

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Lying on her side next to Donna, with Mickayla above them, Lillee panted in the aftermath of the brawl. "That was close," she replied breathlessly, pulling her sword away from Donna's chin. "I did not think you could use a bow in close quarters like that, and I definitely didn't think that you had that knife." Smiling ruefully at Mickayla, reluctantly admiring her opportunistic tactics, Lillee got to her feet and rolled her shoulders. "I definitely need to take some real hand-to-hand training at some point. I thought I could just overpower you if you got inside my sword, but the throw was good."

Lillee sheathed her sword and set it aside, knowing full well that she had little choice in what to take off next. Already reduced to her bra, and with two items of clothing to be taken away next, the boots simply had to go. Lillee was losing quite badly now, a feeling that was both frustrating and exhilarating. "We might as well count shoes and socks together, to keep the socks from getting dirty or damaged," she said sourly. After a moment's consideration, she shrugged and swiftly took off her boots and socks, hanging the boots neatly on purpose built hooks on either side of her satchel.

The next part couldn't be helped. Looking at Donna and Mickayla as they paid the own penalty for being 'killed', Lillee unfastened her pants and slid them down her legs, baring yet more skin to the tropical heat, before putting the pants in the satchel. She didn't bother putting the satchel or scabbard back on, instead laying them down at the foot of a particularly distinctive tree next to where she'd ambushed Donna. Now, Lillee was reduced to just her underwear, a simple white sports bra and similarly white panties.

Getting an unabashed eyeful of her opponents, Lillee raised an eyebrow at Mickayla. Her species aside, Lillee found herself liking the woman, and not just because she was easy on the eye. "Chance hasn't won yet," she said mildly to Mickayla as she unsheathed her sword once more.

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“You learn a whole raft of new skills when you are forced to adapt to a situation beyond your control. My skill with a bow came in handy during the Dominion War. Hard to track something made of base materials and no power. And its lethality has only increased with time. Unless you are careful though, the numbers game catches up to you quickly and you find yourself in close quarters combat. Then you either have another weapon and drop you bow, or learn to use it as a melee weapon,” Donna explained after lowering her knife and climbing to her feet. “I have thought about training with other weapons up to the same level as my bow but, how often do you find yourself needing to use one?”

“As for you,” Donna said, looking at the Klingon that had effectively ambushed both of them. “You are about the most surprising Klingon I have ever seen. And you are right. All of us are now owing two items of clothing. So, let's get that delt with,” Donna proposed. Lille had already started removing her boots and proposed that they count shoes and sock together. Both Mickayla and Donna saw no reason to off a dissenting comment and the proposal passed without issue. Removing her quiver, Donna set her weapons aside before unzipping her jacket and removing it. As easy as her first choice of item removal was, her second was just as easy as she pulled her shirt over her head and, together with her jacket, stuffed them both into the provided satchel. Slinging the satchel over her shoulder, Donna picked up her quiver and put it back on as she waited for their game to restart.

Mickayla choice of clothing was not so easy as Donna’s. Unlike the Human, she had already had to remove her jacket and now was faced with a more difficult choice. Removing the shirt was the next obvious choice but after that she would need to choose between her boots, her pants or her bra. The Romulan had chosen her modesty over efficiency in Mickayla’s opinion, and the Klingon resolved to not make, what she considered, the same mistake. Sheathing her blades, Mickayla crossed her arms across her body and pulled her shirt over her head. Taking a deep breath, she then grasped the lower edge of her sports bra and repeated the motion, freeing her upper torse from all constraints. Stashing her removed clothing in her satchel, Mickayla looked at her two opponents.

“No, she hasn’t,” Mickayla said, confirming Lillee’s assessment. “Shall we have another 5-minute reset?”

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"That sounds fair to me," Lillee said with an easy smile. Her eyes reflexively traced Mickayla's upper torso, noting the Klingon's impressive muscles and ample breasts in appreciation that Lillee didn't bother hiding. It was a trait that Lillee was a little envious of for numerous reasons, but right now, she simply appreciated a beautiful individual. Sure, that person was Klingon, but more and more, Lillee was having to fight her natural rihannsu upbringing. Mickayla MacGregor was nothing like the Klingons that Lillee had learned about as a child, or the Klingons she'd fought and killed and the past. She was clean. And dignified. And presumably capable of basic calculus. And she didn't babble on about honour every other minute. And she was undeniably gorgeous.

Proof, if ever one needed it, that the Elements had a sense of humour. Lillee wasn't laughing as all good rihanna should, but she was appreciative nonetheless.

"First to lose all their clothes, loses, yes?" Lillee said, smiling as she stretched. If anything, she seemed more comfortable in her white underwear than she had been fully clothed, and as Lillee bent down to unsheathe her blade from its scabbard, it was with a distinct grace that she'd lacked before. True, Lillee wasn't as physically fit as either Donna or Mickayla, her own musculature not quite as defined, but there was a pantherine look to her that couldn't be denied.

"Five minutes, from now," Lillee said lightly. With that, not a care in the world, she began moving into the jungle, the dull black blade held loose. This time, though, Lillee didn't go too far before glancing back, slipping behind a small thicket of trees. The sun flickered between the thin jungle canopy, bathing Lillee in light and heat that she relished as she watched her opponents, counting down in her head all the while.

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Mickayla wasn’t sure how she felt about Lillee openly gazing at her, the appreciation for what she saw clear on her face. On one hand, she didn’t appreciate being the centre of attention, preferring instead to be allowed to stay in the background. On the other hand, after the discoveries she had experienced on her own and with Faye, well, she could admit to herself that she was curious what it would be like to be with another woman. And the Romulan’s figure was an enticing visage.

Donna was smirking as she watched Lillee give Mickayla the once over. She herself had been surprised when the Klingon had opted to remove her bra instead of her boots or pants but soon saw the way of it. Mickayla was going for efficiency over her modesty. It was something that Donna could appreciate while also considering it for herself if she happened to lose any more clothes.

“That’s right,” Donna confirmed for Lillee. “Might want to watch out for the sun too. The trees will help but out here, away from the shield, well, you’ll still burn,” she advised. It was good motivation to not lose any more clothes. She’d already been burnt by the Aldean star and saw no reason to allow it to happen again.

“You know,” Mickayla began after Lillee had begun to walk off. “I still don’t know what the prize is for winning.”

“Now that you’re here, neither do I,” Donna admitted after a moment’s thought. “I guess we’ll figure that out when the time comes,” she said, turning to walk away. “By the way, if I had to put money on it, Lillee hasn’t gone far. She’s doesn’t want to be caught unawares again. Just a thought,” the pilot commented before moving off at a trot on a tangent from the way the Romulan had gone.

“Neither do I,” Mickayla muttered under her breath, gazing upwards at the canopy over her head, imagining the burning sun beyond and how much her skin would hurt if it was burnt. Rolling her shoulders, the Klingon moved off at a trot as well, away from the Romulan and Terran.

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Unbeknownst to her opponents, Lillee had a plan. It was a dastardly plan, one that her more "proper" Federation friends might balk at but that most Romulans would snicker at in approval. Oh, certainly, it was just a "game". A fun game, perhaps, but just a game. Nevertheless, it was a game that Lillee was determined to win...even if it meant being somewhat naughty.

She couldn't beat Chance in a straight fight like this, even if she worked with Mickayla. That much was obvious. Lillee knew from experience that Chance was crafty in the cockpit, and she was clearly crafty outside it as well. The bow made for a formidable weapon for keeping opponents away while the knife was an effective back-up. Sure, Lillee might be able to get in a blow or two, but not before she completely lost her underwear in exchange.

Thus, she followed one of the oldest unspoken rihannsu tenets: when you can't find a way to win, find a way to cheat.

The sun felt lovely on Lillee's skin as she watched Donna and Mickayla part ways, but more than that, it provided a measure of cover against being seen. Lillee's bare skin tingled as it reacted to the powerful UV, but she didn't mind; long though it had been since her ancestors had lived under Vulcan's fierce sun, she had inherited their biology. True, the sunlight would eventually burn Lillee if she absorbed it for too long, but she had time, more than either Donna or Mickayla, even counting Mickayla's dark skin.

Holding her blade loose, Lillee's eyes tracked Donna and never left the human, continuing to count the seconds pass in her head. She soon set off in pursuit, her feet growing increasingly dirty as she moved through the jungle canopy, flicking from tree to tree, the full satchel tight against her hip. Lillee had no training for such things but she was a soldier nevertheless, and (to her own surprise) she got closer than she'd expected before Donna finally detected her approach, a scarce ten meters away.

Even then, Donna was startlingly quick to draw the bow and let an arrow fly, but Lillee was ready. Exceptional reflexes got the sword up in time, deflecting the arrow away, and there was no time for Donna to react before Lillee was upon her. This time, the Romulan was merciless. The black blade slipped inside the bow and sent it flying, but before as Donna reached for her knife, Lillee was upon her again, grinning fiercely as she stepped closer and grabbed Donna's hand, the one bearing the dummy knife.

The two wrestled for control, but Lillee was wiser now; she had height, reach and overwhelming strength on her side, if not technique. Her hand stayed resolutely locked on Donna's knife-bearing hand, keeping the 'dangerous" weapon under control, and soon Lillee managed to hook one arm around Donna's back, picking the human up bodily and tossing her (not too hard, she hoped) face-first into the grass. Moving quickly Lillee fell upon Donna, straddling her.

Lillee was lost to her tunnel vision and had no idea where Mickayla was, but she knew that she had to move quickly. Not pausing, keeping Donna's knife-hand locked in her own, she reached for Donna's bra with her other hand and aggressively pulled it up over Donna's head, baring the other woman's breasts. Not letting herself get distracted, her green blood afire with ferocity and arousal in equal measure, Lillee then swiftly unbuckled Donna's pants, pulling them down to her ankles in a rush.

"First one to lose all their clothes, yes?" Lillee panted, her blonde hair a mess as she grinned triumphantly down at Donna.

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Despite her warning to the Klingon, Donna was almost caught unawares by the Romulan’s attack. She had been anticipating an ambush from the front or sides, figuring that Lillee had moved to get ahead of her once she was out of sight. It came as something of a surprise then when the wolf had caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see the Romulan stalking towards her. To Donna, the look on the Romulan’s face was wild as she approached, seemingly unheedful of the dangers from Donna’s bow.

Bringing her weapon up, Donna snapped of a shot, aimed at the blonde’s centre of mass. But the Romulan demonstrated why she was a wolf in her own right as she brought her blade up to deflect Donna’s arrow, all without changing her stride. There was no time for a second attempt and Donna instead swung with her bow, hoping to force Lille to keep her distance. But, once again, the Romulan was ready for her and with a deft movement, slipped her sword inside of Donna’s bow and sent it cartwheeling away. Unarmed, Donna instinctively reached for her knife but had barely cleared the sheath with it when she felt an iron grip enclose her hand.

Donna tried wrenching her hand one way and then the other, attempting to break Lillee’s hold on her but the Romulan’s grip was firm, and she had the advantages strength, height and reach with her and Donna quickly found herself on the losing side of their bout. Her loss was punctuated when Lillee slipped an arm around her and, quite literally, tossed her to the ground. Air exploded from her lungs at the impact leaving Donna vulnerable to the Romulan’s continued onslaught.

Lillee dove atop her opponent, straddling her and pinning her face down to the ground as she once again seized Donna’s knife hand in her grasp to prevent its use. With her free hand, Donna felt her grasp hold of her bra and begin to pull it upwards. Realisation dawned on the Terran as she wriggled, attempting to prevent the Romulan for stripping her bare but her movements only seemed to assist Lille as Donna’s bra rose over her breasts. Once unencumbered, the rest was a forgone conclusion as Donna’s bra was pulled over her head and upwards, pulling her arms above her head.

Donna felt the weight on her hips lesson, and she took the imitative to roll over, seeking to kick Lillee off her but scarcely had she flopped onto her back then Lille dropped back down. With both hands and knife entangled in her bra above her head, Donna could do little to prevent the Romulan from deftly undoing her belt buckle. With the fastener released, Lille let go of Donna’s bra and hands and gripped her jeans and tugged on them, pulling them down to the Terran’s ankles in a single movement before dropping back down to straddle Donna’s thighs.

“First one to lose all their clothes, yes?” Lillee panted as Donna looked up at grinning down at her. The wolf’s blood was awash with adrenaline and desire at having Lillee atop her. But she also saw an opportunity to even the odds in that moment. Letting go of her knife and freeing her hands from her bra, she reached forward to lay her hands on Lillee’s bare thighs, rubbing them gently. Then, quick as a striking snake, she reached up and grabbed a handful of the Romulan’s bra where it was loose between her breasts. Leveraging herself into a sitting position, Donna used her grip to pull Lillee down until Donna mashed their lips together.

“Two can play this game,” Donna thought, enjoying the kiss. Still, she remembered her goal and no sooner than she had broken her kiss than, using both hands, tugged Lillee’s bra over her head, leaving them both topless, their breasts touching as their lungs worked to catch up with their exertions.

“Now that that is out of the way,” Donna said, her voice husky as she smiled at her double entendre. “Did you want to keep going here or go and find Mickayla and see if she wanted to make it a threesome. Because I can go either way right now.”

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The air was thick with heat and the scent of sweat, along with the more subtle aroma of arousal that emanated from both women. Thus, when Donna moved her hands to Lillee's thighs, the Romulan was caught completely off-guard by the sensual touch, a distinctly pleasurable shudder running through her entire body, paralyzing her.

It was all Donna needed. Lillee's eyes widened as Donna grabbed her bra, using it as leverage to sit up, then grunted in shock as the human dragged her down into a passionate kiss. Again, Lillee was stunned, consumed by Donna's heated lips and insistent tongue, Lillee even cupping Donna's cheek. Her conscious mind had long since fled the scene, her body having taken full command, just as Donna wanted.

Distracted by lust, it was only when the white bra had been tossed aside that Lillee realised what Donna had done. Still lying atop Donna, their perked nipples point-to-point (which, given their sensitivity, only heightened the eroticism of it all), Lillee looked down at the opponent, still out of breath. Her long blonde hair was a mess around her face, her pointed ears even more distinctive than usual, sweat collecting on her crenelated brow.

Donna's question was a good one, although Lillee hardly had the self-control to hold herself back. Her groin was quite damp by now, aching for attention. "Well," Lillee said, lowering herself to kiss Donna anew, enjoying the unique taste of the human's lips, their tongues meeting energetically before Lillee finally pulled back. "This is rather nice..." Compelled by instinct, Lillee went lower, planting a sequence of hot kisses on the curve of Donna's neck. "And you do taste so wonderful..." Lillee went yet lower, cupping one of Donna's impressive breasts and lavishing the nipple with her tongue and lips. "Fvadt, you taste good..."

Nevertheless, the thought of the only other woman on the island intruded. Lillee sighed into Donna's breast, giving it a parting lick before pushing back up to Donna, kissing her again, but this time with more restraint. When the kiss ended and Lillee sat up, there was purpose in Lillee's eyes...and, as an idea grew, she smirked.

"If you believe Mickayla is likely to want to play," she said thoughtfully as she looked down at Donna, "then we should play. The game is still going. If we work together, we can divest her of her remaining clothes quite quickly, yes? Then we...ah...finish it." The very thought of Mickayla, naked and defeated in the grass, gave Lillee an entirely new sort of erotic excitement. It wasn't even the first time she'd thought of it since arriving on the island, although having now seen Mickayla topless (an impressive sight, to be sure), the fantasy had more detail.

Reluctantly, Lillee got to her feet, extending a hand to help Donna up to. "So what say you?" Lillee asked playfully, although there was an evil glint in her eye. She glanced around, checking for Mickayla, but saw no trace of the Klingon. With a shrug, Lillee moved over to their discarded bras and weapons, returning Donna's and stuffing her own dirt-stained bra into her satchel. Nevertheless, after a moment's thought, Lillee frowned.

"But we don't go too far," she said more seriously (or at least as serious as a half-naked sweaty Romulan with a sword could be). "If she doesn't wish to play any further, then she should have the opportunity to say so. Truly, I am not even sure that she enjoys women."

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Donna knew she had her when Lillee lent back in of her own accord to return kiss her again before proceeding to trail kisses down the Terran pilot’s neck. She moaned as the Romulan cupped one of her breasts and assaulted the hard nipple with her tongue and lips. All the while she commented how much she liked the way the Donna tasted. Still though, Donna could tell that her proposal regarding Mickayla had intrigued the former wolf when Lillee pulled back to look at her, her face flushed.

“Three is a party, after all,” Donna added when Lillee proposed that they work together to strip Mickayla down. “And I have it on good authority that Mickayla is opening herself up to exploring herself with others, at least in the female category. As long as we don’t press her too hard, I think we can convince her to join us for a pleasant interlude or three.”

Accepting Lillee’s hand, Donna regained her feet and looked around for her bow and knife. Accepting her clothes from her, the wolf sheathed her knife and checked her bow, finding it undamaged. She nodded as Lille made sure to voice that they check with Mickayla first and not to pressure her into doing something that the Klingon didn’t want to do.

“I agree. Willing is so much more fun,” Donna stated, forcing down an unbidden memory of a time when she hadn’t had the ability to choose. “The memory flashes are getting worse,” she noted absently to herself. “But I think we can convince her.”

“Before we go too far though, I need to find something I can use for sunscreen,” Donna pointed out, glancing upwards at the canopy above and the beams of sunlight that broke through it. “I’ve been burnt by this star before, and I really do not want to feel like that again. Any ideas?”

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System  ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Lillee winced at the reminder, absent-mindedly rolling her blade. She made for quite a sight now; completely naked save for her sodden panties and the satchel slung over her shoulder, the scabbard slung over her back, and gleaming with sweat from her exertions. She considered for a moment, glancing at her satchel.

"Ah, yes. I forgot. Pink-skinned humans are more susceptible to ultraviolent burns than Klingons or Romulans. My apologies; I should have thought of that when finding a place to spar." Lillee looked around them, thinking. Her earlier erotic excitement was fading now in the face of a rather genuine problem, although given the circumstances, she certainly didn't mind. "I have some oil in my pants to protect against the star, but you should really get somewhere where there is thicker cover from the sun before we apply it. If Mickayla has any sense, she'll be doing the same, I think. I did spot an area that has thicker cover earlier, over there."

Lillee pointed close to the way they'd come, which did indeed seem a little darker through the mass of trees, and sheathing her sword, she set off. There was still no sign of Mickayla, despite how thoroughly distracted Lillee and Donna had been, which was worrying, but there was nothing for it. The Klingon would make herself known eventually. Lillee was no tracker or hunter, nor did she suspect that Donna was, given how Lillee had successfully snuck up on her. Mickayla, though, was an unknown. She could be stalking them at that very moment, waiting for the chance to strike, or simply be far away.

"So is this what you do when you're not flying?" Lillee remarked idly as they walked, glancing back at Donna with a smirk. "Fight strange alien women on exotic islands, trick them into getting their clothes off, then seduce them? I know that you're skilled in the cockpit, but I had no idea you could be so devious. I'm impressed."

After a short time, the two women found an even darker spot, the jungle getting thicker and thicker, and soon enough they found the reason for why there were more trees: a river. It was a small one, the surrounding trees providing enough cover to shade an entire stretch of it. It wasn't particularly wide, not much wider than the bridge of the Theurgy, but it seemed curiously deep. The stretch of river ran through a slight depression in the ground, the riverbank on both sides angling up away from it at a slight angle. although the edge itself was relatively flat and smooth.

It was perfect. Before Lillee could comment, however, she spotted something on the far side of the river, walking slowly towards it. Reacting quickly, Lillee grabbed Donna and spun her against a tree, giving them cover. The sudden intimacy, their bodies pressed together, their eyes locked, reignited the fire in Lillee's belly, and she grinned as she looked at Donna before carefully edging around the tree to get another look. Mickayla was still there, evidently having not seen them in turn.

"I see her, on the other side of the river," Lillee whispered to Donna. "She didn't see us." She paused, thinking, before reaching into her satchel. It took a bit of fumbling before she finally got it out of her pants pocket: a small unmarked dispenser. "Ambush. You need this oil now anyway; it will help heal any damage your skin has already sustained, and protect you for a short time afterwards. If you are oiling yourself beside the river, she will think you distracted, vulnerable...until I take her while she goes for you.."

And then Lillee's eyebrows shot up mischieviously as she looked at Donna. "And then the fun begins."

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“This was a spar was it?” Donna jibed, smiling at the sight of the Romulan and knowing that she didn’t look that much better. About the only difference between them now was that she still had her boots to wear. And she had had to take them off to get her jeans off, before putting them back on. Now she looked a little ridiculous standing there in nothing but her boots and her panties. Still, she was grateful for the protection that the boots offered her feet as she followed after Lillee as they headed off together in search of their Klingon companion.

"So, is this what you do when you're not flying?" Lillee remarked idly as they walked, glancing back at Donna with a smirk. "Fight strange alien women on exotic islands, trick them into getting their clothes off, then seduce them? I know that you're skilled in the cockpit, but I had no idea you could be so devious. I'm impressed."

“Well, I usually prefer to relax on a beach, but I couldn’t even manage that while here without almost getting into trouble,” Donna remarked casually, looking around for signs of Mickayla. “Getting girls naked on a private island seemed like the next best thing I could do to pass the time. You don’t seem to mind,” she pointed out to the Romulan. They continued walking, sticking to the darker areas as it was easier than retrieving the oil from Lillee’s pants, stuffed in her satchel as they were.

As the canopy thickened over their heads, Donna also noticed that the number of trees began to increase as well and the two of them soon discovered the reason why, a river. It was deeper in places and yet shallow in others as it cut a path through the trees with Donna soon realising that the area they had discovered was both fully shaded by the canopy above as well as within a slight depression, allowing the river to pool somewhat. It was beautiful.

“It’s almost a natural bathing area,” Donna commented casually. Before she could say anything else though, Lillee grabbed her and spun her around against a tree, separating them from the water’s edge. With their bodies pressed against each other, Donna wondered if Lille had changed her mind about waiting for Mickayla before seeing her peek around the edge of the tree at something. And then Donna understood. The Klingon was nearby.

"I see her, on the other side of the river," Lillee whispered to Donna. "She didn't see us." Donna looked down to see her rummaging around in her satchel before the Romulan withdrew a small bottle as she proposed a plan of action. It was simple and effective with only one flaw that Donna could see. How was Lillee going to get to Mickayla? She figured she would find out, and probably have a ringside seat to what came afterwards. Her gut was telling her that Mickayla was not going to go down without a fight.

“Focus on getting her first,” Donna whispered before kissing Lillee soundly. “Otherwise, this is going to get tedious before it gets fun,” she reminded before taking the bottle and stepping out into view. She made a show of looking around at her surroundings, searching but seemingly finding nothing. With that settled, she walked over to the water's edge and set her bow, quiver and satchel on the bank before popping the lid on the bottle and pouring a generous amount into her hand. Setting the bottle down, Donna began to make a show of oiling her body, the shiny liquid glistening in the light as she ran it across the skin of her torso before moving up over her breasts.

“I hope they both enjoy the show,” Donna mused. “Because this is getting my engine going.”

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System  ] Attn: @Stegro88

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There could be no doubt that Donna was doing a good job. The oil, the heat, the beautiful tropical jungle around them, the oil on Donna's skin, the sensual way she rubbed it over her body...it was hard to deny. Still behind the tree, Lillee watched, admiring the view...but also keeping a keen eye on the other side of the river.

Donna had, as much as Lillee hated to admit it, been right. It was important that she got Mickayla first. The woman was a trained soldier, after all, even if her combat training paled to actual Klingon warriors. If Lillee's approach was detected, or if her initial grapple failed, then it would indeed get tedious. Her approach had to be stealthy, her first strike decisive. It was difficult to keep her thoughts focused on tactics given how Lillee's core tingled at the sight of Donna (and the expectation of what was to come), but she focused nevertheless.

It was true that Lillee had no training in stealth on the ground, but as she leaned against the tree, she mused that in space, it was a different story. Years ago, Lillee had flown her cloaked warp fighter within a hairsbreadth of numerous targets; a Klingon battleship, a Dominion battlecruiser, even a Nebula-class starship equipped with the most sophisticated sensor technology in two quadrants. She had even flown a warbird through the Neutral Zone to within a few kilometers of a major Federation starbase, getting away without any hint that they'd ever been there.

Lillee hadn't used such training in years since Starfleet didn't use cloaking technology, but it applied here. Avoid the sensor focus? Avoid the potential eyeline. Minimise sensor signature? Stay low, minimise her profile amidst the grass and trees. Economical maneuvers, minimise engine use? Only move as necessary, as efficiently as possible to get close to Mickayla. When attacking, drop cloak and fire immediately and overwhelmingly at a vulnerability to maximise damage? Simple: attack hard and fast, be decisive, leave no chance of Mickayla defending herself.

Focused on her old training, Lillee slowly drew her sword from its scabbard, then just as slowly, she took the scabbard off and set it against the tree. Next came the satchel, carefully taken off and set down next to the scabbard. All necessary encumbrances were gone. Lillee was down to just her white underwear and her black sword, her chest heaving as her heart hammered, adrenaline flowing.

She was excruciatingly careful as she moved, trying (with some difficulty) to ignore the sight of Donna down there on the riverbank. Nevertheless, soon enough, Lillee found a good spot directly above Donna, crouching behind a tree. Her breathing was fast and rapid, her hand gripping her sword loosely, waiting for Mickayla to make her move...

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Mickayla had distanced herself from her opponents, taking Donna’s advice to heart. Still, she kept a careful eye on the trees around her, especially behind her, wanting to avoid being ambushed again. She kept on, looking to find a place where she could wait to ambush those that came after her from a position of advantage. But her gut was telling that she was making a mistake. Already the sun was starting to beat down on her bare torso though gaps in the canopy above and causing her skin to tingle. It was also slick from the delightful heat and humidity around her and as much as she was enjoying the freedom of being topless, she had a job to do. And she was not the kind of hunter to just lie in wait, hoping her prey would stumble into her path.

Turning about, Mickayla began to head back the way she had come, angling more towards the way Donna had gone, hoping to intercept the wolf before she could pounce on the Klingon. Time slipped away and her skin both slicked over and began to burn more as Mickayla started to hiss as the leaves brushed over some of the more sensitive areas. She began to hear the sound of water rushing ahead of her and her throat let her know that she was also thirsty.

Coming through the trees, her eyes caught movement up ahead and she ducked down in the shadow of a tree to see what it was. It was the Terran, Donna, and it seemed like she had had a run in with Lillee. A bad one. The wolf had lost both her bra and her pants, leaving her in only her boots and black briefs. She was standing on the shore of the river that Mickayla saw now separated them, her weapons nowhere in sight. She had a bottle of something in her hand and Mickayla stayed very still, watching as the woman popped the cap on it and poured some of its contents into her hand. What followed, Mickayla was going to remember, and appreciate, for a long time to come.

Donna was seemingly oblivious to her surroundings as she spread what appeared to be some sort of oil across her bare skin, making it shine and glisten even in the shadows around the water. The trees here were much closer together and their branches grew together to shroud the immediate vicinity from the sun. Mickayla though, was entranced as she watched Donna spread the oil across her flesh, her movements sensual and enticing as she worked the fluid into her breasts and legs. Mickayla found herself breathing faster and her own briefs dampening as her desire increased.

“Mickayla, focus,” she chided herself as she licked her lips and wondered what the Terran’s body would feel like under her fingers if she was spreading the oil over her instead. Shaking her head, she realised that Donna was easy prey now, and, if Mickayla was careful, the Klingon could ambush her before Donna could get back to wherever her weapons were. The only difficulty, Mickayla could see, was crossing the water. It was shallow in places, but it would still hamper her movement and slow her enough for Donna to escape, or worse, counterattack her. She also didn’t think that she would have enough time to move out of sight and cross the water elsewhere before returning. Donna would surely have moved on by then. “No, I have to cross now, and here,” Mickayla told herself, looking around for someone to achieve that goal. And then she looked up.

“Yeah, I am that crazy,” Mickayla whispered to herself, needing to hear herself say it out loud. Checking that Donna was still engrossed in oiling herself, Mickayla slowly began to climb the tree, her eyes searching for a vine that was both in the right place and strong enough to support her weight. Thankfully, the vines grew thick here and Mickayla found what she was after without having to climb too high. Gripping the tree with her thighs, Mickayla used her d’k tagh to cut it free. Checking on Donna again, the wolf was still in place and waiting for her to pounce.

Without thinking how badly what she was about to do could end, Mickayla sheathed her blade and released her legs. Gravity took over and she swung down and out over the water, her feet barely clearing the river’s surface at her lowest before she began to arc back upwards. Wanting some cushion in her landing, Mickayla let go while over the water still, landing with a splash in the shallow water near the further shore.

Using the shock of her arrival to her advantage, Mickayla charged up onto the bank, her pants sodden from the river. Pulling her weapons, she brandished them against the pilot. Oddly though, the pilot didn’t seem concerned at all. She was even smiling.

“I’m glad you could make it Mickayla,” Donna said, her voice smooth and seductive. “We were hoping you would join us.”

“Us?” Mickayla stammered, looking around in alarm.

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System  ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Crouched behind the bush, Lillee watched patiently as Mickayla made her move while Donna was just sat there, completely (so it seemed) oblivious. As she waited, sword in hand, Lillee realised that she had an opportunity; with Donna unarmed and vulnerable, and Mickayla not suspecting an ambush, she could take advantage. A single strike to both of them would be enough to even the score. Sure, it'd involve betraying Donna, but what of it?

Nevertheless, Lillee decided against it. They were playing another game now although Mickayla didn't know it yet, a game that was considerably more exciting. It was the sort of wild fun that Lillee hadn't engaged in since she'd defected, and a distant part of her mind whispered about how worrying that was, but there and then, watching Mickayla work out a way to cross the bank, Lillee didn't care. So what if it was a distraction? What was wrong with that?

When Mickayla grabbed a vine, Lillee raised an eyebrow, thoroughly impressed. Mickayla's swing wasn't exactly graceful but it was effective, the athletic woman landing close to Donna...and, though the Klingon didn't know it, right below Lillee's hiding spot. It was perfect, and Donna didn't seem fazed in the slightest at being confronted by an armed Mickayla. If anything, Chance looked...hungry.

At the signal, Lillee leapt straight off the side of the riverbank, landing right behind Mickayla. The Klingon turned, weapons ready, but Lillee's sword was moving before she could react. The black blade crashed down upon Mickayla's smaller and lighter mek'leth twice in rapid succession before Lillee twirled her sword expertly to attack from another angle, ripping the mek'leth from Mickayla's hands through brute force.

Grinning, Lillee didn't let up for a second, advancing and attacking again, conscious of the other weapon that Mickayla had. The sword slashed with ferocious speed and strength, every blow aimed at the d'k'tahg in her quarry's other hand, completely ignoring any opportunities to strike Mickayla directly. It only took a few seconds before the d'k'tahg was also sent flying, and Lillee laughed, the adrenaline flowing free.

She hesitated then, grinning as she looked at Mickayla...and then, dropping the sword, she rushed forward, dropped her head and tackled the other woman into the mud at the side of the river. They grappled but Lillee was on top and she had the initiative, forcing Mickayla onto her stomach, both women thoroughly coated in mud now as they grunted in exertion. Panting, Lillee wrapped her arms around Mickayla's chest, her legs around her opponent's waist, then rolled onto her back, holding the struggling Klingon woman close with all her strength.

"Chance, now!" Lillee shouted, her blonde hair stained brown in the wet mud.

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"Us,” Donna confirmed, her eyes going from Mickayla’s face to something behind her. The Klingon realised in that moment that her opponents were cooperating against her and that she was being ambushed. Donna had been the bait, effectively, Mickayla noted absently, and Lillee was the attacker. Pivoting on her left foot, Mickayla swung about, her d’l tagh leading as her mek’leth came around in a wide swing to try and bash through the Romulan’s attack. It was not meant to be though.

The Romulan’s blade blocked her own, stopping Mickayla’s turn abruptly. Before the Klingon could alternate to her smaller blade, Lillee struck like a snake, her sword smashing down on to Mickayla’s own twice in rapid succession. Unable to bear up to the onslaught, Mickayla lost her hold on her mek’leth as it was ripped from her angles by the Romulan's nimble bladework. Attempting to recover, she brought her d’k tagh up, but her thrust was blocked by Lillee as the Romulan unleashed a flurry of blows. Mackayla struggled to protect herself but was unable to keep up with her opponent’s raw speed and soon enough, her remaining blade was knocked from her hand. Standing there, unarmed before Lillee, the last thing she expected to happen was for the Romulan to laugh. 

But that was only the start. Barely had she started laughing than Mickayla watched her throw her own sword away and rush her. Unprepared, Mickayla was tackled with the Romulan's momentum carrying the two of them back towards the water where they crashed into the soft mud at the water’s edge. Disorientated and confused by what was happening, Mickayla was unable to prevent Lillee from keeping the advantage she had, and she found herself being rolled face down into the mud. With the wet soil clinging to her body, Mickayla attempted to heave Lillee off her but only succeeded in rolling both of them through the mud, liberally coating them both, until she was on her back, Lillee behind her and restraining arms. That was when she called for her fellow wolf to pounce.

Donna had had naught to do while Lillee and Mickayla tussled, first on the shore and then in the mud but once the Romulan had managed to somewhat immobilise the Klingon, Donna joined the fray. Dropping into the mud next to the two interlocked women, Donna got to work, first pulling off the Klingon’s boots before moving up and undoing her belt. With her pants loosened, Donna fixed her fingers into the waistband and reefed both pants and underwear down to Mickayla’s ankles before finally removing all her remaining garments and tossing them up onto the shore with a squelchy thud.

Mickayla was indignant as she was finally released and allowed to climb back to her feet, nude and liberally covered head to toe in mud. She wanted to say something, but nothing came to mind as Donna winked at her and then dove across the top of Lillee’s body before the Romulan could get to her feet. Seeing her opportunity to return the favour, Mickayla reached down and removed, or tore free, both of her opponents’ panties leaving all three of them naked and in the mud. Her chest heaving from, Mickayla knelt down, uncaring as the mud seeped in over the top of her thighs and submerging her lower body.

“So, ah, who won?”

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System  ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Lillee yelped as Donna pounced, completely taken the Romulan by surprise. She wriggled underneath the weight of the shapely human's body, struggling to get free, but it was all in vain. She felt the strong fingers on her waist rip the panties off her body, and Lillee sagged into the mud, defeated, but laughing. It was all so ridiculous, all three of them coated with wet mud, all sweaty and hot amidst the tropical climate, and all thoroughly naked.

It was also profoundly arousing, especially as Lillee felt Donna's curves atop her own, the human's beautiful and flushed face inches from hers. Acting impulsively, Lillee kissed her, her breath hot from exertion, before she took the opportunity to bodily throw the other woman off her. She struggled to her knees, grinning and panting, looking at the equally naked and muddy Mickayla.

"Who won?" Lillee repeated, raising an eyebrow. That was obvious, wasn't it? But then she looked at Donna and realised that just like them, she'd been shorn of her underwear. Mickayla must've taken advantage to get them both at the same time. "I do not know. It is a tie, then?"

Then, glancing at Mickayla, Lillee simply couldn't hold herself back anymore. The Klingon looked so wild, her ample breasts heaving, her dark skin covered in mud, her eyes full of life. Lillee's heart hammered in her chest, and without conscious thought, Lillee crawled up to Mickayla, kneeling before the other woman. Her conscious mind was lost in her potent arousal, her loins and breasts aching in response.

"Nobody won..." Lillee said softly, looking into Mickayla's eyes, "...but we can keep playing, yes?" With that, desperately craving more, Lillee leaned forward and kissed the other woman, gently at first, one hand dipping to Mickayla's hip while the other one cupped her cheek.

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Looking at Lille, as the Romulan repeated her question with a raised eyebrow, Mickayla had the distinct impression that she was missing something important. Then, when she looked at Donna and realised that all three of them were completely naked, she proposed that it should be a tie. And the irony was not lost on Mickayla. As dramatic as their conclusion to the morning’s competition had been, the result was almost anticlimactic. A draw. Mickayla chucked to herself at that idea. And then Lillee looked back at Klingon.

Mickayla imagined she was quite the sight, nude, her hair wild and covered head to toe in varying degrees of mud. But the look in Lillee’s eye was, predatory, Mickayla realised, and she could only watch as the Romulan crawled through the mud towards her, her mud-flecked blonde hair askew as her brown eyes stayed fixed on the Klingon in front of her until she came to a stop and kneeled opposite her.

“nobody won...” Lillee said softly, her face close enough to Mickayla that the Klingon could feel her warm breath on her sensitive skin. “...but we can keep playing, yes?” Her question asked, Lillee leaned forward until her lips meant Mickayla’s own even as her hands came to rest on the Klingon’s cheek and hip. Mickayla was taken aback by Lillee's forwardness in kissing her, her shock overpowering her instinct to pull away and allowing her to experience the kiss in full. Their kiss deepened and Mickayla let herself relax into it before another hand on her back broke the kiss. Looking to the side, she saw that Donna had knelt in the mud beside them, her hands on each of their backs.

“You don’t have to, but we’d really like it if you would,” Donna said before she too leaned in to kiss Mickayla. The contrast between the two of them, and the memory of Faye, was appealing to the Klingon and she found herself strongly considering their offer. When Donna broke their kiss and then leant over to kiss Lillee instead, her decision was made. Her breathing hitched at the sight of the two of them kissing before her and she knew she wanted more.

“How could I say no to that?”

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System  ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Pulling back from Donna, Lillee grinned at Mickayla. "You can't," she quipped coyly in response, leaning in to kiss Mickayla again. The taste of her was exotic, surprisingly so, enough that Lillee relished the taste at length, her tongue dancing with Mickayla's within their kiss. The insanity of it occurred to Lillee again, that she was a kissing an actual Klingon, but Mickayla was so different to other Klingons that Lillee hardly minded.

That, and Lillee desired her. It was a pure physical desire, a need to bring Mickayla to the height of pleasure, but it was strong, enough that Lillee's body thrummed with excitement. She leaned into the kiss, her hands moving lower, grasping Mickayla's buttocks, fondling them.

Then, without warning, Lillee lifted Mickayla up and dropped her flat in the mud with a wet sound. Without hesitation she leapt atop the other woman, lying flat on her and kissing Mickayla again. Eventually Lillee left Mickayla's lips, planting delicate kisses along her jawline before lowering her head to Mickayla's ear.

"We're going to make you scream," Lillee whispered. She glanced up at Donna with a coy look before returning to Mickayla's ear, her breath hot against it. "We're going to make you cum, Donna and I. You will scream like you never have before. Do you want that? Do you want us to do that to you? Do you want to scream?"

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The Romulan's sensual kissing, combined with the Terran’s roving hands worked together to quickly drive the Klingon into a sexual frenzy. She was just about to dive on one of them, all set to return the favour when Lillee picked her up and, unceremoniously, dumped her on her back in the mud. It squelched beneath her and she began to sink into it even as the Romulan moved to lay on top of her, kissing and whispering in her ear.

“Do I want to scream?” Mickayla asked breathlessly, thinking. “I want to feel you try and make me scream,” the Klingon challenged huskily. With a deft movement and an outstretched arm, Mickayla rolled sideways, displacing Lillee into the mud, her full length being coated in the wet substance. Lunging, Mickayla placed herself on top of Lillee now, their mud coated bodies mingling and disappearing in the muck. Running her hands through the mud, enjoying the different sensations it brought to her skin, the Klingon ran her fingertips along the Romulan's legs, teasing her inner thighs.

“I have mud in my hair now, thanks to you two,” Mickayla observed.

“It was our pleasure,” Donna remarked with a grin, enjoying the sight of the two liberally coated naked women before her.

“I’m sure it was,” Mickayla acknowledged, her eyes flashing up to look at the Terran now. “But I think you are altogether too clean.” No sooner had the words left her mouth than Mickayla was diving forwards, heedless of the much separating them and grabbing a hold of Donna. “Why don’t you join us?" She asked as she pulled the Terran off balance and pushed her towards Lillee.

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Lillee_t%27Jellaieu) | Tropical Island | Aldea | Epsilon Minos System  ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Lillee laughed, wrapping her arms around Donna's chest and wrestling the other men into the mud, rolling with her thoroughly, the two women face-to-face as the human was subjected to a thorough coating of mud before they came to a rest, Lillee holding herself above her foe. Acting impulsively, Lillee kissed Donna again, the kiss deep and lingering, relishing the taste of her fellow Wolf, the warmth of her body. Drugged by arousal, Lillee kissed her again and again, her heart hammering in anticipation.

Sweat-glazed in the tropical heat. the three women were lost in each other. After a thorough kiss with Donna, Lillee rose to her knees, spied Mickayla kneeling nearby, grabbed her hand and yanked her hard, catching the Klingon and kissing her in turn. More and more Lillee's lips became passionate and wild, her hands hungrily exploring the Klingon's curves. She pushed Mickayla onto the mud, descending upon the other woman aggressively, first attacking one breast than the other.

Still, Lillee wasn't inclined to go slow. She went lower, but was distracted by the distinctive ridges angling along Mickayla's stomach. "What are these?" she asked quizzically, before deciding to simply find out. She kissed one of the ridges, a finger tracing the other, exploring that unique part of Mickayla's body with vigour.

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Recovering from her quite literal roll in the mud, Donna wiped some of the excess muck from her face and shook her head to try and free her hair from where it was stuck to her body. Her breathing was still rapid from the lippy assault she had received from Lillee; the Romulan quite literally having stolen her breath away. As she focused on getting it back, the pilot took in the sight of the three of them, each liberally coated in mud and sweat, kneeling in the muck with their hands roving across each other’s dirty smooth skin.

Eventually, Lillee grabbed Mickayla and threw her back down into the mud, the Romulan’s hands and mouth roving across the Klingon’s mud flecked form. Though not quite as lost in her passion as Lillee appeared to be, Donna was in no way immune to what was happening around her and soon followed the Romulan and joined in her assault of the Klingon.

“What are these?” Lillee asked and Donna saw that she was exploring the ridges that Mickayla had at her hips. The pilot though, was more attracted to something far more substantial.

“What are those? What are these?” she said as her hands grasped and fondled the Klingons breasts, quickly realising that they were definitely more than a handful. “Oh, I am going to have so much fun with these.”

“Well...ah,” Mickayla stammered, trying not to lose herself in her body's reaction to the delightful attack upon it. “Why, ah, don’t we get cleaned up a little bit. I, fuck.... damn Lillee,” she gasped, unable to stop herself and desperately wanting to pull the Romulan’s head down between her legs. “I don’t like the taste of mud. Do either of you?”

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Fully occupied in her oral assault on Mickayla's body, tasting every inch of Mickayla's dark skin, Lillee groaned softly into Mickayla's body at the suggestion. Her own need to taste Mickayla's nethers was building rapidly, not helped in the slightest by whenever she looked up and saw the equally naked and muddy Donna treating Mickayla's upper half. Nevertheless, as much as Lillee wanted to go down on the voluptuous Klingon and make her scream for mercy, Mickayla had a point; mud didn't taste particularly nice. A wash would do them all some good.

Thus (with some effort), Lillee stopped working her way down to between Mickayla's legs, instead crawling up the Klingon's body and kissing her slowly, deeply. Then, grinning, Lillee rose to her knees, straddling Mickayla, grasped the back of Donna's head and kissed her too, just as slowly and sensually, exploring the human's mouth.

"I think a good wash would do us all some good, yes?" Lillee said with a lazy smile. She got to her feet and made her way to the creek, stepping onto some rocks and testing the water with her toe. "It's warm," she called back to the others. In truth the creek was perfect; some natural process had carved a deep channel through the ground, making the water deep enough that Lillee rather suspected that she could jump straight into it. Still, in no mood to be so drastic, Lillee rather more gracefully lowered herself in from the rock-edge, shivering as she immersed her body. She turned and looked back at the others, smiling, not bothering to say anything as she started to run her hands over her body, washing the mud off, the water reaching just above Lillee's stomach where she stood.

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The visage before her eyes of Lillee straddling her and kissing Donna, her eyes clearly able to see their tongues engaging with each other only served to fan the fire that was alight within her. She was sorely tempted into grabbing them both by the hair and joining in their kiss, not that she quite knew how that would work but Lillee broke the kiss and responded to her suggestion before she could decide. Instead, she got to watch as Lillee climbed to her feel, the wet plop as their mud coated forms separated sounding louder than it should to the Klingon. 

Mickayla watched as the Romulan padded across the rocks and tested the water’s temperature daintily before asserting that it was warm. Her desire to watch as Lillee slowly entered the water was interrupted by Donna leaning over her and dropping her breasts in Mickayla’s face while grabbing at the Klingons own.

“C’mon, I got plans for these once I scrub them clean,” Donna asserted as she climbed to her feet directly over the Klingon’s head, deliberately giving her an eyeful. “You can return the favour if you’d like,” the pilot offered as she stepped to the side and held out her hand to pull Mickayla to her feet.

“I’d be happy to,” Mickayla acknowledged, accepting the help. Without letting go, Donna led the way towards the water with Mickayla following behind; the security officer’s eyes split between her footing and the wolf’s delightful derriere in front of her. The water of the stream was indeed warm as Donna led Mickayla into it, the heat tickling her legs as she walked ever deeper in until the water lapped at the underside of their breasts as they stood next to the taller Romulan.

The water around them soon turned murky as the water carried away loose detritus even as Donna turned to Mickayla and began to run her hands across her body to loosen and free any remaining mud for the current to take. The Klingon, for her part, instead reached for the Romulan and pulled her in close for another deep kiss as she checked Lillee’s progress in cleansing herself, making sure to thoroughly check her breasts and butt before grasping the firm cheeks and pressing the shuttle pilot against her own body, enjoying the way her nipples dug into the Romulan’s skin even as she could feel the hardened tips of Donna’s digging into her back as the Terran kissed at her neck.

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Even with the intense heat, both literal and figurative, the water cooled the three women's passions. Lillee was lost in the experience, the sensuality of it, of Mickayla's generous curves pressed against her body, Donna's sly looks from over Mickayla's shoulder, the intense smells of the other two women mixed with that of the island and water.

Kissing Mickayla as her hands thoroughly explored the Klingon's hips, Lillee mused that unlike the half-forgotten drunken mess of weeks earlier, she was determined to remember this one. Donna and Mickayla provided powerful distractions, both beautiful and powerful women. Lillee barely remembered that Mickayla was Klingon anymore, the heat of the moment driving such silliness out of her mind.

Indeed, despite Lillee's best efforts and the cooling water, she felt her own need building. Lillee had been in sore need of companionship and sexual release for a very long time, even before the Theurgy, and her control was inevitably slipping. Unable to help herself, she moved her lips to Mickayla's ear even as one hand dipped down further and further under the water, Lillee's dexterous fingers beginning to explore, stroking gently.

"So who will make you scream first, hm?" Lillee murmured, her tongue lapping out to tickle Mickayla's earlobe even as she shared a mischievous look with Donna. "Which of us will do it? I can feel you..." Lillee's stroking accelerated, her fingers becoming slightly more aggressive, Lillee smirking smugly at Donna as they both felt Mickayla's response. "I think you want me...to keep doing this...more and more...all the way..."

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Mickayla was lost amongst the whirlwinds of pleasure that both Lillee and Donna were blowing across her skin. She was having a hard time following what the two of them were doing to her, but she knew that was the point. They wanted to drive her crazy as they pushed her to the peaks of pleasure, right before pushing her off them. And she was very inclined to let them. The combined efforts of the Terran and the Romulan were having a tremendous effect on her, and she wasn’t about to stop them now.

“Why does it have to be just...ohhhhhhh...one of you?” Mickayla gasped out as Donna took one of the Klingon’s sensitive nipples into her mouth, enveloping the hardened nub in moist warmth. “You both seem to be working so well together, why compete now?” Turning her head once again, Mickayla attacked Lillee’s mouth with her own even as one of her hands found and cupped one of the firm breasts of each pilot. 

“I think that is a great idea,” Donna added on after unlatching herself from Mickayla’s tit. “But as much as I love Klingon, I love Romulan equally as much,” she declared as the wolf diverted her attention from the Klingon to the Romulan, leaning down to maul Lillee’s breast even as a hand sought out, and found, the apex of her legs.

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The redirection of Donna's attention caught Lillee by surprise, but it was most welcome all the same. The Romulan inhaled sharply, extending her arm around Donna's shoulders to remain steady. Oh stars, she hadn't realised how needy she was until she was actually touched, and the electric tension deep in Lillee's stomach stole her breath away, Donna's tongue on her breast only adding to it all. After a moment, Lillee resumed her own ministrations of Mickayla's submerged womanhood, pulling Donna in closer, the three women forming a tight triangle of desire in the cool water.

"Ie...ie...am'vhar zhet'aya..." Lillee whispered in her native tongue inbetween heated kisses, her actual tongue thoroughly occupied with Mickayla's. It took some effort for Lillee to switch to a language that her lovers would understand. "I did not expect this...oh...this morning...but I am not...ie...I do not complain..."

Lillee switched to kissing Donna, her free arm locking the human securely against her and Mickayla. Waves of pleasure were spreading through Lillee's body, and as she gently inserted a finger into Mickayla, she felt the Klingon woman's body react in a most satisfying manner.

"I believe we all win this day..." Lillee muttered, the island around them utterly silent save for the lapping water and the primal sounds of the three lovers.

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The island forest’s natural sounds for broken by the moans of the three visitors. Each of them was doing their best to please the others even as they themselves were being pleasured. Hands and tongues explored thoroughly whatever was within reach and more than one finger had found a home at the apex of another's legs. The Klingon's body was overstimulated As she was worked over by both Lillee and Donna.

“This was not how I expected the morning to go,” Mickayla moaned as her legs parted to grant Lillee more freedom of entry. Even as she did this her own hand sought out Donna’s pubis, intending to mirror the Romulan's actions between her own legs on the wolf.

“I agree,” Donna remarked, releasing Lillee’s lips momentarily. “With both of you.” She swayed a little as the Klingon’s probing fingers finally strike home, her eyes rolling slightly at the direct stimulation. “Can we move this to shore. I don’t know how much longer I can stand here.” Mickayla said nothing, instead beginning to walk to shore, dragging the wolf behind her with the finger still within.

As soon as she felt like they were far enough from the water’s edge, and with droplets still running down her skin, Mickayla turned, tripped up the wolf and lowered her to the ground on her back before kneeling between her legs and burying her face in the Terran’s pussy.

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Lillee was left behind by Mickayla's initiative, although she was so pleasantly dazed that she hardly minded. She trailed behind her companions, lazily moving through the water and then onto the grassy shore, mildly curious about what Mickayla would do next now that all three women had been rinsed off. There was a unique excitement to sex with someone who was clearly inexperienced, although what she lacked in skill, Mickayla made up for in enthusiasm.

It admittedly helped that the woman was beautiful. Lillee could hardly deny it, and indeed, she was appreciating it more and more. As she stepped onto the shore, she licked her lips, tasting Mickayla on them. There was something innately foreign about her, something uniquely alien...forbidden. Even after many years living in the Federation, the cultural taboo of being intimate with a Klingon lingered, but strangely, it only seemed to make everything more...exciting.

Lillee giggled when Mickayla threw Donna down and aggressively began her oral assault on the human. She knelt next to Mickayla, bending down to observe her work closely, an arm curling around Mickayla's back while Lillee's mouth moved to her ear.

"Easy," Lillee whispered, her eyes flicking up to Donna, smiling devilishly as she spoke. "Take your time. Find what makes her squirm." Lillee lightly nibbled Mickayla's ear even as the arm on Mickayla's back began moving lower. "That's...that looks good. Hm...you seem happy with Mickayla's tongue on you, yes?" Lillee added to Donna, grinning, her blonde hair forming a curtain around her face.  Her arm slipped back to Mickayla's curvy rear, and Lillee stroked her buttocks sensually even as she continued whispering. "That looks...wonderful...she is enjoying it...so much...as am I..."

With that, Lillee straightened, giving Donna a full frontal view, as it were. Her true motivation soon became apparent as Lillee's finger began circling Mickayla's anal passage, giving the Klingon ample opportunity to protest if she felt the need...but also making Lillee's nefarious intentions clearly known.

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“Trust me, she has found it,” Donna moaned as Mickayla’s tongue brushed across her clit. She watched as the Romulan nibbled on the Klingon’s ear before looking back at her, noting that she seemed quite happy to have Mickayla’s tongue on her. Donna certainly wasn’t going to disagree and said as much in between gasps and moans. “Too right I’m happy right now. And if this is her enjoying it, sign me up every day.”

Lillee said nothing at that, instead straightening up and giving the wolf a delightful frontal view of the Romulan’s slick, nude form. She watched Lillee’s hand, the one that was mostly out of sight begin to rotate slowly and she could only come up with one reason for that motion. Her confirmation came moments later when Mickayla broke contact with her pussy and looked back over her shoulder at the Romulan.

“Do it,” Mickayla declared gallantly as she wiggled her hips a little. “Just go slow and wet it,” she said before turning back and latching onto Donna again, sending the pilot back into the throes of ecstasy. The pleasure was elevated when the Klingon moaned directly into the pussy and the Terran was left to imagine what Lillee had done.

It was a pleasant image.

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Carried away by the eroticisim of it all, Lillee wasted no time. She shifted until she was kneeling next to Mickayla, the Klingon's exceptional body still slick after their bathing. Biting her lip, Lillee placed her forefinger into her mouth, licking and sucking it sensuously, her eyes on Donna as the naked human moaned and writhed in the grass. Lillee was envious, her own body tingling in anticipation as she watched Mickayla work. She wondered what it'd be like when it was her turn...oh, if her old comrades in the Empire could see her now, laying with a human and a Klingon...

They'd be jealous if they had any sense.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Lillee returned her finger to Mickayla's rump even as she curled her other hand underneath, to the Klingon's wet womanhood. Simultaneously Lillee began to penetrate Mickayla's anal passage and sensitive sex at the same time, starting slowly at first, but the three women were so amped up that Lillee couldn't hold back much longer. Soon she was more assertive, stroking Mickayla's womanhood more vigorously as her finger penetrated deeper, desperately curious to learn what the other two women's orgasms would be like, their pleasured moans filling the air.

It was the fulfilling of a primal need, nothing more and nothing less, and in the hot jungle, that primal need for all three was overwhelming.

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The double penetration of both her pussy and ass simultaneously combined to send Mickayla into orgasmic bliss. Her grip on the Terran beneath her relaxed as her body was wracked with waves of intense pleasure, causing her eyes to roll back into her head has her body shook. Donna, enjoying what the Klingon was doing to her immensely but more in control of herself at that moment, saw an opportunity to spread the fun around some more. 

Spinning on her backside, Donna slid up beside Mickayla until her hips were beneath the Klingon’s shoulders. Spreading her legs, she was relieved when she once again felt the security officer’s tongue. For her own part, she was now staring up at Lillee’s taut backside and glistening skin, smelling the aroma of intense arousal that was emanating from her womanhood. Reaching up, she ran her hands over the Romulan’s cheeks before grasping hold of them tightly, using them to help pull herself upwards until her nose was hovering over her companion’s pubic bone.

“This looks delicious,” Donna commented. Beside her, Mickayla moaned, something that Donna felt most intimately. “Now, it's been a while since I have tasted Romulan, and I’m famished.” Nothing else needed to be said as Donna made contact.

“This brings back some memories.”

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Mickayla's orgasm was a pleasure to behold; her moan of ecstasy, the shudder of her body, the wagging of her ass, the tight contraction of her walls around Lillee's fingers. The Romulan laughed merrily, bending down to kiss Mickayla's ample buttocks as the buxum Klingon gradually came down from her climax.

Thus distracted, Lillee didn't see Donna change position, although she heard the Wolf's question from somewhere below. "And what other Romulans have you-oh," Lillee moaned, stopped in her tracks by the sudden touch of a tongue on her sensitive nethers, sending an electric shock up Lillee's body, her eyes lidded in pleasure. Lillee's entire body shook, her breath rapid and uneven. When Mickayla took a break from devouring Donna to look back, Lillee gave the Klingon a lazy grin, then wriggled the two fingers she still had inside the other woman, relishing the answering throaty moan. Lillee felt as if her entire body was aflame, her skin slick with sweat and water, and she allowed herself to be carried away into bliss.

With Mickayla tasting Donna, and Donna's face buried in Lillee's wet womanhood, it was Lillee's voice that carried around the island. "Ie...ie...ie! Don't...don't you dare stop...ie...ie...IEEEE!" Lillee cried out to the heavens as she finally crested, only realising in that moment how badly she had needed this, how much she had been wanting something, anything, over the past month. As Lillee recovered, she felt Donna bucking beneath her groin as the human finally found her own release, last of the three, victorious in that regard at least.

The rest of the morning (and some of the afternoon) was spent in pure hedonistic exploration. It wasn't all frantic sex, however. The three women explored the island, trained together with their weapons and even tried swimming in the ocean, brief though it was with the intense Aldean sun beating down upon them. They remained nude, sneaking in indulgent kisses here and there that inevitably devolved into yet more sex wherever they happened to be, all three women remaining famished for more. The memories would persist for some time; Mickayla and Donna pinning Lillee against a tree, both crouching down and assaulting her sex simultaneously, drawing wild cries from their willing victim. Lillee and Donna bent over in the sand, Mickayla behind them, working both their anuses with her deft fingers, seeing who could hold off their orgasm longest, Donna again being victorious. Lillee throwing Mickayla onto the grass and riding the other woman hard as Donna watched nearby, pleasuring herself lazily.

There was little conversation, as such, save to confirm that the hedonistic threesome would be a one-time affair. None of them wished to start anything more; it had been a purely physical exercise between three friends. By the time the three lovers beamed back to the Theurgy (clothed once more), their bodies were profoundly sore and aching, but their spirits were high.

When Lillee was asked about her shoreleave the next day, she answered with a coy smile. "I just spent some time training with my friends. It was a lovely time."

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