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Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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“So it's true,” Mickayla mused as her hand holding the dildo was saturated by the Betazoid’s carnal juices as an orgasm swept over her. Smiling at her lover, she enjoyed the sight of the trembling and bucking body before her as it shivered with pleasure. She considered pushing Faye through another peak, but her own body was beginning to demand attention. Taking pity of the Betazoid, Mickayla eased the Dildo out of her and set it aside on the tabletop next to her. 

Seeing that Faye was currently incoherent, the Klingon climbed to her feet, sighing at the full feeling in her backside as her gluts tensed around the inserted plug. Looking at her hand, remembering the taste of the fluid covering it and how she knew that, Mickayla walked into the bathroom again and washed her hands. With that simple task completed, the Klingon recovered her now cooler drink and moved to sit on the couch, moaning as ass was impaled ever so slightly more with her weight pressing down on the toy within her. Sipping her drink, she looked across the room at the sprawled nude form of Faye and wondered how long it would before she recovered enough to continue.

The night was still young after all.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Groaning, Faye could feel the cool surface of the table under her back, and tried to remember how she ended up like that. Thinkin was hard, memory was fuzzy, and her body was keyed up, shivering and shaking. She registered the wet thunk of the dildo on the table next to her before the loss of the hard rod from between her legs fully clicked in her mind. Winded, but pleased, she let out a low whimper, and tried to close her legs, feeling a delightful burn in her muscles from how they'd been forced to stay open to that point. She was going to be sore in the morning, a realization she'd had once already that night, and imagined she would have reaffirmed a few more times before the evening ended. 

Then again she was fucking around with a Klingon. Bloodied and beaten wasn't off the menu in such an encounter. She would know, after all. Mickayla wasn't her first of the warrior race. As she had said before - Faye wouldn't break.

She might need a minute to recover though, and so she lay there, giggling and whimpering, looking at her ceiling and listening, with ears, and her mind. She felt the satisfaction from Mickayla. The pride, as the other woman went to clean briefly, and then get a drink. Smart. Pretty and smart. A good combination. Faye liked that, and would remember that. more then just strong arms and a nice face. Good mind between the ears. Made things more fun. Her own mind was clearly still struggling to reassert itself, but soon she managed, not terribly long after laying there under the Klingon's gaze.

"I'm going to be walking funny tomorrow," she noted, as she carefully pushed herself up. She saw the toy and scooped it into her hand, giving the tip a teasing kiss, before she padded, nude, toward the other room to wash the toy - and her own hands. She hummed and mimicked the other girls' choice of drink, gulping down the cool liquid and sweeping sweaty dark locks from her forehead. Stretching as well, kicking her leg out to one side a few times to work a kink out of her thigh, she stood now in  the archway, still visibly flushed, watching the other woman. A smirk curled over her lips. 

"How's the ass feel, Mickayla?" Faye asked, having a pretty good idea but wanting to hear the other woman say it as she slowly sashayed her hips, strutting to the couch. "The plug feel good?" She let her fingers trail up against the woman's thigh. There were a couple of ways things could go, actions that she could take, or that the other woman might initiate all on her own, and the impish diplomat wanted a sense of where Mickayla wished to take things next. This night was for her, after all.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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Mickayla felt a sense of satisfaction at knowing she was the cause for Faye’s observation that she was going to be walking funny the next day. And that it was because she had brought pleasure to the Betazoid instead of pain. Sitting there, sipping her drink, she watched as Faye slowly pushed herself up on the table, her hair a sweaty mess as it stuck to her face, head and body. The look made Mickayla ache with desire, something she knew would be fulfilled if only she had the patience to wait for it. 

She smiled when Faye kissed the tip of the dildo that had so recently occupied her, knowing that the Betazoid would be able to taste herself on the toy, before climbed to her feet and moved through into the bathroom. Mickayla heard water running and surmised that her companion was freshening up a little before they continued. At least, that was her hope. As much as Faye said it, a part of Mickayla still found it hard to believe that the officer was giving herself to the Klingon for the whole night.

The Betazoid’s questions drew her attention back and Mickayla couldn’t help shifting in her spot a little as the words registered and the view of Faye moving in a way that Mickayla never felt she would be able to. This served to send shivers anew through her nude body, sensations that were reinforced as Faye traced her fingers along the Klingon’s thigh.

“My ass feel’s, er, pretty good actually,” Mickayla admitted, trying not to blush at the candor they were both displaying. Despite everything they had experienced together, saying it all still brought a flush to her cheeks. “I’m enjoying the feeling of fullness back there, and how when I move that I get little tingles. It’s making it hard to focus at times about what I want to try next. I just know I want more,” the Klingon declared.

“More new things. More pleasure,” Mickayla stated, her eyes locking onto Faye. “More of you!”

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Faye had dried her hands by expediently running them through her hair and smoothing it back away from her face. She'd tucked the strands behind her ears and pressed it down along the back of her neck, little curls pulling away here and there, leaving her flushed expression on full display. Along with the rest of her. Just like Mickayla, Faye too had a little ring in her belly button, and it was catching the gleam off of one of the lights, adding a sparkle to the vision of the tanned woman watching her Klingon lover of the night.

Watching the ochre skinned warrior squirm was truly decedent, and Faye's lips curled into a wicked smile, knowing just how Mickayla felt. Pride surfaced again as Faye was pleased to see the other woman enjoying the new sensations. A job well done, if Faye said so herself. And she did. Licking her lips a bit, she leaned in, her fingers still dancing against Mickayla's thigh, nursing her drink and wagging her eyebrows slightly. "Good is good," she teased a bit, pushing off from Mickayla and pacing around for a moment, stretching out the lingering cramps in her hips from the strong pressure brought to bear on them earlier by the other woman. 

"The distraction is part of the fun, I will admit. Having something like that, something you can feel with every step, is delightful really. Hmmm," she grinned again as she closed the distance once more, her lips moving in as if to kiss the other woman, but instead darting to the side, to press to her ear. "Imagine wearing one during your shift, hmmm? Might make guard duty less boring."

Planting her hands on Mickayla's knees, Faye met her gaze for a moment and then slowly wiggled her ass back, swaying from side to side, as she lowered herself. Kissing each knee, Faye murmured, "I did mean it you know. The whole night. Anything you want. To do to me. To have me do to you. Anything.  My body is yours to use as you please,"  she reminded Mickayla, happy to repeat herself over and over, if only to see those delightful bursts of desire in the other girls dark eyes. 

With a little effort, Faye pushed Mickayla's legs apart and hooked her hand behind her knees, giving a little tug. "Why don't you let me service you a bit, hmmm? Just...relax and let me taste you again while you think of what you want to do next." She damn near moaned the words, pressing her nose into the noncom's thigh and nuzzling, her eyes darting up to Mickayla.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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The kiss she thought she was about to receive instead turned into one of the most hedonistic ideas that she had ever heard. She was even tempted, for a moment, to follow through on the thought one day. It would be so, so... no. She would not do it while on duty. She was not like that. As much as she was enjoying discovering this new part of herself, she would not let it interfere with her duties any more than it needed to. But off duty, that was a different story.

Mickayla’s train of thought was broken by the warm feeling of Faye’s hands on first one knee and then the other, drawing the Klingon’s attention back to the Betazoid as she wiggled and slid to her knees before the security officer. Once again, she repeated herself, giving herself to the Mickayla entirely and her position made the officer that much more enticing. It didn’t take much effort for Mickayla to be enticed to spread her legs, nor to shuffle down the couch until her backside was right on the edge of the seat. She knew what was coming, wanted it even, but still there was the doubt that this was anything but a dream that would end at any moment.

“Please don’t let this be a dream,” she stammered, staring down the length of her nude body at Faye. “Please,” she begged at the Betazoid, for multiple reasons.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Betazoid  telepaths did not need physical contact to read another's mind, to pick up their surface thoughts, nor to feel the emotions bubbling about in another. They trained themselves to never pry where not welcome, and to regulate the constant roar of others thoughts into a pleasing background murmur from which they could, with small effort, pluck something specific from the discordant cacophony at a whim. That being said, having such physical contact did make things rather easier, and sometimes thoughts bled through even if the telepath had closed herself off and asserted her mental barriers to the fullest.

Around those with whom Faye chose to engage in a playful, intimate, dalliance, there was no need for her to keep those shields firmly in place. Picking up surface thoughts and emotions simply helped to enhance the experience for her partners. In this case, with her hands on her friends thighs, the feeling of their lips lingering, Faye got a full on mental eyeful of Mickayla's reaction to the suggestion involving leaving the plug in during a shift. She made note of it, smiling wickedly. While that dedication to duty was probably for the best, Faye decided that she would get that girl to go out and have a walk about with a plug firmly inserted, at some point. Not on duty, fine, but it became a long term goal of hers. The sheer delightful tension would be something worth basking in for days.

Setting that aside however, Faye had more immediate concerns to attend to at that moment.

A soft look passed over her face as she stared back up at Klingon woman, and gave a gentle nod. "Oh, honey, sweet dreams are made of me," she purred, nipping against the woman's thigh, letting her teeth sink in this time, groaning softly. Just enough to leave a mark, to get the blood roiling in the warrior woman once more. Pulling back, with an audible pop, she cheekily wiggled, adding, "And while I'll be filling your dreams for weeks to come, this? This is very real." With those words she dove back in, taking no prisoners. She immediately locked her lips onto the other girls cunt, and forced her tongue in-between the folds, probing and tasting with a deep, satisfied moan, muffled between her mouth and Mickayla's twat.

Sweet dreams indeed.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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The playful bite that followed Faye’s assertion that she was made of sweet dreams only served to heighten the Klingon’s already elevated excitement. There she was, naked as the day she was born with an equally naked female officer on her knees and between her legs, for all intents and purposes looking like she was about to start eating the chief out. Just visualising that in her head caused Mickayla to groan in want and desire as she felt her womanhood dampen at the imagery.

“It won’t just be my dreamsssssSSSSSS!” Mickayla responded, her voice pitching up dramatically as Faye’s mouth locked onto her pussy and drove her tongue between the sensitive folds and into the tunnel beyond. It was all Mickayla could do not to grab Faye’s head with both hands and push her in harder as the Betazoid set to work on the Klingon’s pussy. “I have known that it was one of the ways to refer to it, but before I always thought referring to it as a pussy was vulgar. Now it just fans the flames,” Mickayla thought as she groaned and moan with each new movement of Faye’s mouth and tongue.

“Damn that feels amazing,” Mickayla managed to groan out as she gave up resisting and reached down to wrap one of her hands in fair’s hair to ostensibly hold her in place as her other hand came up to play with a breast, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head as her hypersensitive skin was simulated in multiple new ways.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Faye was the kind of soul that was more than happy to take whatever role came to her in the moment. She could be a pliant, willing submissive to a more dominate personality, or she could be a take charge, wrap a chain around your neck and lead you by whatever particular set of gentiles her partner happened to be sporting sort. Taking on the role of teaching someone else, of showing them what could be had, was a fun one, and not one she often indulged in. These past few weeks, that had been primarily something she did only with Mickayla. Anything else had been devil may care, damn the torpedoes full speed ahead romping with a friend or two, or very intimate nights with Riley. Given the other's current shift work, that wasn't happening any time soon, the pair stealing brief moments together. 

Leaving her plenty of time to devote her thoughts and attention to just what she might do for her Klingon friend in their exploration of Mickayla's more sexual nature. Leaving teeth marks wasn't always the smartest move, but she had her plans to get Mickayla riled up beyond anything she'd really managed so far, and those teeth marks were all part of the play. She happily devoured her friend, savoring that uniquely Klingon flavor that filled her mouth. How one could simply stick with their own species for sexual pleasure was beyond her. There was a universe of delights out there, and being a diplomat meant she got to meet all kinds. There were all kinds of diplomacy, after all. 

Purring and pleased with herself, she sucked in a breath through her nose as the security chief sunk her fingers into Faye's hair. A shiver ran down the lithe Ensign's spine, setting her butt to wiggling back and forth as she intensified her grip with one of her hands. With her mouth trapped against the Klingon's cunt, and the other woman not able to hear Faye's thoughts, she decided to show her appreciation by dragging her tongue and lips up just enough to allow her to slide a few fingers up under her own chin. Yes, it was kind of awkward, pressed in as she was, but she wasn't complaining. This moment was about satisfying Mickayla. 

Stuffing two fingers into her pussy while she still had that plug up the ass was simply Faye's chosen method of attack. Not that's she let up on her oral assault. That was simply refocused on a more sensitive point, the hooded nub of the warrior's clit. "Let see if that tips the balance, my sweet little student.

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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The sudden plunging penetration of the Betazoid’s fingers into her drenched pussy was the final piece of the puzzle that was the Klingon’s orgasm. Stars formed in Mickayla’s eyes as pleasure flooded her body, emanating from her groin and flowing through her entire body in a tidal wave of ecstasy that felt like it could go on forever as the chief lost herself in it. It was pure and clean, draining and energising at the same time and unlike any orgasm that she had felt before. It was all encompassing.

Seconds lasted for what felt like minutes, and minutes turned into hours as she dove through the waves, happily being carried along and submerged in them time and time again as her whole body shook and her skin came alive as if electrified. Eventually though, the sensations slowed and ebbed away, bringing a groan of annoyance from the Klingon. She wasn’t finished. She wanted to experience that all over again. She felt freer than she ever had before. She wanted more. And two fingers just weren’t going to cut it as she gently pulled Faye’s head up from her groin so that she could see her whole face, a face that was half coated in the Klingon’s juices.

“Get a dildo,” she ordered in a commanding voice filled with desperation and need. “I don’t care which. Just get one!”

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Sweet, sweet victory, Faye thought to herself as the sturdier Klingon came hard for the slender diplomat. Even if she wasn't a telepath all the tell tale signs were there. The sudden tensing of Mickayla's body; the way the woman's core clamped down on Faye's probing digits, squeezing almost tight enough to cause discomfort, but one that Faye was willing to bear. The sudden slickness pooling against her lips as Faye parted her mouth, clamped down and hummed, swallowing against the Chief's swollen clit. Her face was going to be a mess (again) and Faye couldn't be happier.

Of course, being telepathic had its advantages in such a situation, and Faye could feel her own legs growing slick with the wet warmth trickling down as she allowed herself to bask in the emotional sensations roiling about within Mickayla. When the woman came, Faye got a psychic backlash of it, causing her body to flush with warmth and need. Her ass bobbed up and down as she clenched tight and moaned - a noise utterly smothered by the Klingon's own tortured twat. Given how much Mickayla had given herself to the moment here, how those fingers, curled inside of her, had sent the other woman over the edge, Faye wondered to herself just what she might have accomplished if she had been wearing a toy strapped to her loins.

There's a happy thought... Faye purred at the notion of having her strong, fearsome friend pinned under her. Though like as not, Mickayla would be pinning Faye down sooner or later. Pulling away from her friends cunt, the Betazoid licked her lips and took a moment to catch her breathing. Much to her surprise, it was as if Mickayla had been reading Faye's mind, instead of the other way around. Her eyebrows shot up briefly, and then a sly smile passed over her lips as she leaned backward, her butt planted against her heels. She was still catching her breath, and her toned form was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Even though she wasn't the one that just had an orgasm, she was panting and breathless. 

Then again, eating someone out can take your breath away.

"I Can do that," she noted, rolling up onto her feet in a fairly fluid motion. She managed not to topple over as she padded past Mickayla. Her lips still shown with the juices from the other woman as she moved to the collection of toys that had been created. A spread of dildos lay before her, and she tapped her fingers across each. In the end she settled on the middle-sized one - not a small starter toy, and not as large or oddly shaped as the third option. Faye glanced back at her friend, seeing that plug still nestled in the girls ass and purred. It was certainly a bit thicker than she might have gone with had they not been so warmed up. And since Mickayla hadn't used the words 'double ended' she'd leave those for later. This one had a nice little curve to it, and bumps all up and down the mid section, flared at the front. Vaguely human shaped with just a few extras. All in all it was a great toy and Faye was pleased that her friend had selected it from the catalog. Or well, perhaps it had been Thea? Thinking back, Mickayla had left it up to the computer....That set her into a fit of utter giggles as she turned and made her way back to her friend.

Smacking the toy into her hand she stood before Mickayla again with an impish grin on her face. "Think this will work?" Again, she popped it against her hand, and then gave it a firm little squeeze, wagging her eyebrows.

 

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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The impish grin being delivered to her only served to fan the flames that were smouldering in Mickayla’s slick loins. A slickness that still was evident on the Betazoid’s face giving evidence to just what she had been doing moments before. All of that, along with the popping of the dildo that Faye had selected against her hand just added fuel to a fire that already was not going to be extinguished without considerable effort from the two of them together.

“I think so,” Mickayla breathed, her eyes lidded slightly as she imagined what she was about to feel from the toy as it pierced her slick folds. “I’m so worked up now that I don’t care. I just want something inside me,” she admitted, flexing her gluts around the plug firmly seated in her rear passage. It dawned on her that she was about to be double penetrated, after a fashion anyway, and it was another log onto the fire of desire within.

“Fair warning though. I don’t know how long I am going to remain so, ah, passive,” Mickayla admitted somewhat shyly, which was ironic given their situation. “You, ah, might find yourself pinned down rather suddenly,” she added before laying back and bringing her knees up to her chest, spread wide to give Faye all the room she needed.

“Now come over here and put that thing in me, please.”

Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Not for the first time that evening, Faye had to wonder if she were laying things on perhaps a bit too thick. Slapping a girthy, phallic toy against her hand while standing back lit by stars in front of the woman she had just thoroughly eaten out, with her taste still on the diplomats lips was perhaps a bit much, even for one as prone to theatrics and hedonistic abandon as Faye was. Then again, she was having the desired effect on her partner of the night, so the lithe woman decided she was doing just fine, and ought to stop worrying about going too far too fast. Yes, Mickayla was new to all this, and yes, Faye was being a tad dramatic, but it was all for the ambiance of the moment. Her audience was drinking up her every little twist and turn, and to Faye the woman's emotions and need was almost jumping out with every heavy smack of replicated prick against warm hand.

Satisfied that all was right in the world - or at least with her approach to what was to come next - Faye grinned, lavishing anticiation and delight upon her every action. Faye giggled slightly at Mickayla's confessions, of a need to be filled, and a concern that restraint was not going to be something the other woman could offer much longer. As she was favored with a heavenly view, Faye wished she had a holo-camera in her hands instead of the artificial rod of mimicked man flesh that she was going to put to use on the security officer. Seeing the strong woman splayed out like that, the gleam off the toy Faye had left in her ass, the glistening pussy lips, knees pulled back toward plump breasts. Yes, it was quite the pictur and Faye did her best to commit it to memory as she stepped closer. 

"Shall I let you in on a little secret?" she asked, running her tongue slowly up the side of the toy, and over its flared head, giving the fake dick a quick flicking lick on the tip. She drooled down the other side, getting the toy slick, though given how thoroghyly she'd feasted on her friends cunt, she probably need not have worried. Her bed partner was splayed out and clearly ready to be fucked. 

Faye let her knees hit the edge of the bed and wiggled up onto them, closing the distance. She set her left hand on the other womans right tigh, as much for leverage as to keep the woman's legs spread, and placed the tip of that toy against those swollen, slick lips. Locking her dark eyes onto Mickayla's she leaned forward. With a sharp twist of her wrist, she sent the toy slamming into her friend, applying what she hoped was enough force to catch Mickayla off guard and stretch her a bit, but not hurt, given that this was a fairly thick toy, and the girl beneath her had a plug up her butt. 

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't pin me and fuck me till I screamed at some point tonight. Preferably in both holes." Let her mull that over. Faye knew she was being wicked now, but really, that was the idea, wasn't it?

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[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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Mickayla had no idea what secret Faye wanted to share at that moment. All she wanted as for the Betazoid to come over and fuck her dripping pussy with the toy she was slapping against her free hand. Although, she had to admit that the sight of Faye lubricating the dildo using her own tongue and saliva was certainly doing wonders to heighten her own pleasure. She felt so horny she was starting to wonder if it was possible to orgasm from visual aids alone. She didn’t have to wait long as Faye came over and positioned herself between Mickayla’s legs again, the tip of the toy just parting the Klingon’s moist lips. With the toy poised to penetrate her, Mickayla looked up into Faye’s dark eyes, seeing the joy and hedonism there that was driving their night beyond anything the Klingon could have imagined. Mickayla was just about to say something when she felt the dildo twitch.

From poised to enter, Faye pushed the toy into her firmly, stretching her tunnel around the girth of the phallus. Her eyes exploded open as her body shook at the pleasure brought on by the penetration. Her hands released her thighs so that they could grasp her breasts, but her legs didn’t move as Faye’s body held them open. Rubbing her nipples, Mickayla moaned as Faye began to work the toy in and out of her, finally revealing her secret. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't pin me and fuck me till I screamed at some point tonight. Preferably in both holes." 

Time fell away as an orgasm overtook her and Mickayla was only dimly aware of Faye leaning forward to work the piercing at her navel with her tongue. Thoughts of what Faye wanted her to do were like oil to the fire within the Klingon and Mickayla could do nothing as a second orgasm overtook her. Her hands fell away but her nipples were not abandoned for long as her lover moved up to take one of them into her hot mouth, her tongue teasing it until it was harder than duritanium before tugging on it with her teeth. The sharp pain, though not strong, was enough to ground Mickayla again. Faye though, had other ideas as she continued to work the toy within the Klingon’s tight tunnel, withdrawing it before plunging it in anew and eliciting another moan. Amazed at what she was feeling, Mickayla didn’t fight it as a third orgasm overtook her, her eyes rolling back into her head until she saw stars.

The descent from her peak of pleasure was slow at first, but as more mental capacity returned to her, so did the fire of want and desire within Mickayla. As fun and incredible as being served was, she was a woman who hated when she had no control, so it was time to exercise some. Even as she drew Faye up for a deep kiss, forcing her tongue past the Betazoid’s lips, tasting herself as she did so, her other hand reach down between her legs and grasped the toy just as it filled her.

“My turn,” Mickayla declared, breaking the kiss for only a moment before locking lips again, just in time to moan directly into Faye’s mouth as the Klingon pulled the toy completely out of herself and dropped it beside next to her. Using her strength advantage to good effect, Mickayla pulled Faye across her lap before sitting up, pressing their bodies together. Taking a firm grasp of Faye’s butt in each hand, the Klingon stood up and carried her lover across the room, depositing her on the dining table once again before releasing her. “Excuse me a moment.”

Knowing that she was being watched, and not wanting to lose the momentum her body had been on, Mickayla grabbed the double-ended strap-on, swiftly undoing the harness. Unfortunately, her eagerness and haste worked against her, and she tangled the harness trying to get it on. She was all thumbs as she tried to untangle it, failing terribly.

“Fuck,” Mickayla growled, wanted to throw the offending article of pleasure across Faye’s quarters. “This is not going how I planned.”

 
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