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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.
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Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Reply #51
[ 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.
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Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Reply #52
[ 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!"
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Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Reply #53
[ 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.
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Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Reply #54
[ 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.
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Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Reply #55
[ 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.
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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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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.
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