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Title: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on April 22, 2020, 04:52:12 PM
[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Porgh’s Workshop | Aldea Prime Orbital Shipyard | Aldea ] Attn: @Brutus
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Standing there, looking at herself in the mirror, Mickayla couldn’t deny, the armourer did good work. The man had been recommended to her by Captain Ruzaxo by way of a thank you and, possibly against her better judgement, Mickayla had accepted the offer of armour made for her. She had come and been measured before her trip to Aldea’s north pole and upon her return from that frigid pit, had found a message letting her know that the work was complete. Now she stood here, admiring her new look.

“What do you think?” Porgh asked from his position off to the side.

“I think it feels good,” Mickayla admitted. Even with the glaringly large gap that highlighted her cleavage, Mickayla felt comfortable in the Klingon garb; more so than she thought she would, or had done, when borrowing a set from Ganari aboard the Kut’luch. Porgh had explained to her that that style of armour was more for show, a form of dress armour in a sense. The closed in style that Ganari had worn was the practical version for combat. “What do I owe you?”

“Nothing,” Porgh replied in a gravelly voice which had taken Mickayla a bit to understand was just his natural tone and not a reflection of his feelings. “Captain Ruzaxo has taken care of it. And he left a message for you.”

“He did?” Mickayla responded, forcing down her nervousness. Ruzaxo had offered to investigate the identity of her father and Mickayla had accepted the offer. Now, she waited to see if the old Klingon could find out anything.

“Yes,” Porgh continued. “He said that the weapons programs he suggested should be arriving tomorrow.”

“Ah, thanks,” Mickayla acknowledged, releasing the breath she hadn’t realised she’d held. “I was starting to wonder if he had forgotten about them.”

“Captain Ruzaxo never forgets,” Porgh preached in a reverent tone. “Did you wish to change back into your uniform?”

“No,” Mickayla answered after thinking for a moment. “I will wear this back to the ship.”

“Very well. I will have your other set package up and delivered for you,” Porgh said, moving off and leaving Mickayla alone. With a last look in the mirror, the Starfleet Security Officer bundled up her uniform and left the workshop, her mind going over all the messages and deliveries she was expecting. Weapon training programs and news about her ancestry from Captain Ruzaxo. Armour from Porgh. And, hopefully, a reply from the message that she had sent off before leaving the ship. A request to use the bathtub that Faye Eloi-Danvers had offered her.


OOC: Mickayla's Armour
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Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on April 24, 2020, 11:00:50 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Elsewhere in the Aldean system, Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers contemplated a cup of tea before her, cradling the stoneware vessel in both of her hands. Steam wafted the faint scent of lavender towards her nose, which she slowly breathed in, while savoring the warmth seeping through the earthenware walls of her cup. The heat was welcome, helping her to relax as much as the flavor and scent. This was a tea her mother always took in the evenings, before bed, having it imported from Earth. Faye couldn't quite manage that feat; she had checked just to see if there might be some on the planet they had been in orbit of for almost three weeks, but to no avail (though she had found an excellent Cardassian red-leaf blend, oddly enough, as well as few choice local varieties). Though 1900 hours was not all that late in the ships night, it had been a long shift for the young Ensign, and she was looking forward to the evening to relax.

While she regretted that her paramour had a shift that evening, and thus would not be around to share the moments before slumber with Faye, the lithe woman padded across her quarters, cup in hand, with a grin on her face, and slid herself down at her work station. She sipped the sweetened brew and licked her lips, holding the cup against her chest as she re-read the message that she had received earlier in the day, as well as her reply. Riley might not be on hand for a romantic evening in, but it seemed that Faye would not be alone the entire night. She had made a promise some days back while on a trip to the Aldean surface for shopping and relaxation, and it seemed like the recipient was finally willing to collect on it.  The security officers request had almost seemed shy to Faye, though she knew there was every chance that she was projecting her impressions of her friend's behavior when they had last seen each other onto the message itself. Short and to the point however, the other woman had asked to make use of the tub that Eloi-Danvers still had access to.

The owner of the said tub was more than happy to oblige. The message she sent in return had been equally brief and to the point.

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From: Ens. Eloi-Danvers, Faye.
To: CPO MacGregor, Mickayla.
Subject: Re: Bathtub

Mickayla!

I'd be delighted to have you over tonight. Its a bit of a whirlwind day here in the diplomatic side of the ship, and I'd love to have a friendly face around this evening to relax with. You're absolutely welcome to make use of the tub. It really is a delight, I promise. I'll have it all ready for whenever you arrive, as long as it's after 1800 hours. I won't be off shift until at least then.

Looking forward to seeing you!
-Faye

She giggled a bit at the message, feeling almost like a schoolgirl again trying to line up a sleepover. Realistically she'd be in for a bit of chatting and catching up with the non-commissioned security officer, most importantly to see how she was continuing to adjust to her new self, in the wake of her 'correction' by the Savi. Faye wasn't a counselor like Lt. Williams or Ens. Seren, but there was an overlap in skill set and the telepath had picked up a thing or two that had concerned her about the woman that had been assigned to keep her safe on a previous excursion to Aldea. So she was quite eager to reconnect with the newly minted full-blooded Klingon and see how she was doing. Having a chat while the other woman soaked in Faye's over sized tub - which was even now sitting ready, steam warming the whole of her quarters - was just the kind of relaxing evening the Ensign needed.

When her door finally chimed, the dark haired woman pushed her chair back and rose to her bare feet, quickly padding across the room to answer. She paused just long enough to adjust the flowing white robe that she wore. Loose though it was, the garment still managed to cover everything, belted at the waist. Satisfied that she wouldn't spill out of it (not that she would really mind that, but someone else passing by might) and giving a quick mental check to confirm just who was on the other side of the door, Faye tapped the button to unlock and allow it to swing open. Her eyebrows shot up high on her forehead when she saw the way that Mickayla was dressed, and she smiled brightly, though clearly in surprise.

"Well, this is new! Come in come in," she encouraged, scooting out of the way and making no effort to hide how she was checking the other woman's attire out.



OOC: Faye's attire:
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Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on April 26, 2020, 03:05:28 PM
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | Personal Quarters | Deck 15 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Unknown Location ] Attn: @Brutus
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After transporting back aboard the ship, Mickayla had walked the ship’s passageways to her quarters pointedly ignoring any of the myriad of looks she might have been receiving. After a lifetime of being looked at differently, she treated them like water off a duck’s back. Thinking of the phrase brought a soft smile to the Klingon’s face as she stepped out of the turbolift on Deck 15 and turned towards her quarters, her thoughts returning to the message she had sent earlier that day.

“Was I too blunt in my message?” Mickayla wondered as she walked. “Should I have contacted her sooner or waited longer? Faye never put a timeframe on when I could ask. Should I even be doing this? She is an officer.” Her mind racing, the Klingon swiped at the panel next to her door to grant herself admittance, immediately turning to the left and the door to her room. Depositing her bundled uniform on the bed, she saw the blinking notification on her personal PADD. Her heartbeat quickening a little, she moved over to it and opened the waiting message.

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From: Ens. Eloi-Danvers, Faye.
To: CPO MacGregor, Mickayla.
Subject: Re: Bathtub

Mickayla!

I'd be delighted to have you over tonight. Its a bit of a whirlwind day here in the diplomatic side of the ship, and I'd love to have a friendly face around this evening to relax with. You're absolutely welcome to make use of the tub. It really is a delight, I promise. I'll have it all ready for whenever you arrive, as long as it's after 1800 hours. I won't be off shift until at least then. 

Looking forward to seeing you!

-Faye

“Yes!” Mickayla cheered mentally as she checked the time. “After 1900 so Faye should be back in her quarters by now. And I shouldn’t keep her waiting. But I need a shower. And I probably shouldn’t show up wearing this. But if I change and don’t shower it will look strange. Showering though will just make her wait even longer than she has already.” Her mind weighing the different options, Mickayla settled on going as she was as the lesser evil. “Showing up in Klingon armour to the diplomat’s quarters should be better than being in uniform with a towel over my shoulder.” Her decision made, Mickayla recovered her combadge from her uniform and headed out.



The empty passageway almost seemed to echo as Mickayla padded along, forcing herself to take calm, measured steps lest she stumble again in her haste. In her excitement, she had tried to rush out of the turbolift, forgetting that she was wearing the platform boots that Klingons wore. Apparently wearing a 5-inch heel with a 2-inch platform made a warrior more intimidating. Personally, she thought it made them look a little silly, but she had decided not to change and now, being almost there, it was too late.

“Well it’s not too late,” Mickayla mused as she focused on walking and trying to remain calm. “I’d just have to go back to Vector 02 and get changed before returning here again. Probably a 30-minute round trip given the need to have a shower. I should have just showered and changed back in my quarters. It would have been easier. I guess I just got excited,” Mickayla thought to herself as she rounded the last bend before Faye’s quarters. Truthfully, she did know why she was excited, but she was trying to deny her own reasoning. And failing given her haste to get here, among other things.

“Oh, I hope she hasn’t changed her mind,” Mickayla reeled as she stopped outside her destination. She hesitated, wondering again if what she was doing was the right thing before finally taking a deep breath and activating the chime. “Too late now,” she told herself. She didn’t have to wait long before the door slid open and revealed Faye.

Mickayla wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting; sure, she had a few ideas but somehow none of them quite conformed to the vision before her. Faye stood there, clad in a flowing white robe that was belted at her waist but spread enough to make Mickayla think that there was nothing under it. The air that escaped through the door felt warm and steamy; much to the Klingon’s delight.

"Well, this is new! Come in come in," Faye encouraged, moving to the side and granting entry. Mickayla noted that Faye was gazing at her and she couldn’t help but sway her hips a little at the attention. It probably looked a little weird given the armour, but she didn’t care.

“You like it? I picked it up today,” Mickayla said as she entered, looking around at the diplomat’s quarters. The air was deliciously steamy, and she stopped in the centre of the first room, looking around before settling her eyes on the Betazoid. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long.”


OOC: Faye's Quarters
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Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on April 30, 2020, 03:50:27 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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In truth, Faye would have recognized the bundle of nervous energy outside her door from a mile away had she been looking for it before then. The telepath did not pry into the nature of the thoughts running rampant in Mickayla's head, but it was unavoidable to pick up some small trace of what the Klingon was feeling. As a species, Klingons tended to feel, and feel strongly. And Faye in turn was picking up a lot of anxious anticipation, building up inside of Mickayla even as the Betazoid answered the door to her chambers and stepped aside for the woman to walk in.

Much to her delight, she also sensed a hint of pride, and Faye found her lips curling into another smile as the doors slid shut. Clasping her hands behind her back, the tanned skin girl leaned this way and that as she followed in the Klingon's wake, making little approving noises as she unabashedly took in the outfit. The overall look was impressive and eye catching, and there was a sense of confidence it imparted upon the security officer that Faye found rather attractive, and promising. After all she had great concern for the girls journey into accepting her new circumstances.

"I must say it is rather striking. Looks as if it were a tailor fit," she quietly observed, before the petty officer's words caught up with her and Faye properly registered the question.

"Oh no, never you fret about that," she quickly reassured her guest, making a dismissive waiving gesture as she strode across the room and ducked into the alcove for her bedroom, punched a button on her desktop console, clearing away the files that had been up on the screen. "Plenty of files to read, stuff being funneled through to us from the Klingon's about the general state of the galaxy and the like. Plenty to keep me busy until you arrived."

Moving with an energy that belayed her earlier thoughts of exhaustion from a long day, she then scooped up her tea and took a sip, cradling it once again against her bare chest as she followed Mickayla around the main room. "I really do like this outfit. Though I have to wonder if those heels are as murderous as they look." Gingerly she extended a bare foot and just ran a toe over the spike, confirming her suspicion. "You could very easily put an eye out with that, but honestly I'm more worried about the actual heels. That looks bloody impractical for combat.".

A tried and true tactic for putting someone off their game was to babble at them. In this case, Faye wanted to jar away some of that anxiety over coming here, while encouraging those feelings of pride in her outfit - and the little teasing sway of the hips that the other girl had managed while walking. Faye had certainly picked up on - and liked - that.

"But, stunning outfits for strong warrior women aside, can I get you anything?" She held her own stoneware mug up and wiggled it side to side, "This is just a chamomile blend of tea, but the replicators are fully operational again, and we're still tethered to the dockyard power so its not like we need to worry about rationing anything and all that. Long day of being a bad-ass, if you want a drink, my replicator's your replicator. At least for as long as I have the place."

Gesturing over to the unit by the door, she then swept her arm across the whole of the room. It was rather sparsely decorated, a few plants had been set up on a small table next to the replicator, with a few holo cubes on a shelf above, along with a very small smattering of souvenirs picked up on Aldea, haphazardly arranged. There was a gray blanket artfully draped over one corner of the long couch that hugged the far wall by the view-ports, the same one that Nurse Riley Patterson had replicated the first night after Faye had been defrosted. And there was a small collection of PaDD's stacked up on the coffee table with what her mother dubbed 'the traditionally useless Betaziod knick-knack' statute in the center (also replicated - the original had been destroyed along with her first quarters and most of the diplomatic suite at Jupiter Station). And lastly there was a leather bound copy of Grey's Anatomy tucked in against one of the pillows on the couch - though this belonged to Riley, who had left it there the previous evening.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on May 07, 2020, 04:30:49 PM
[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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She'd heard the sounds Faye had been making as she had walked in and found that she liked the reaction that she was causing. Or maybe it was just the person delivering it. Either way, Mickayla was happy that she had chosen to come tonight and was looking forward to a nice soak in the Betazoid’s bath; if nothing else. Not that she was opposed to anything else.

“Yeah, striking is one word for it and you’re right, it was tailormade for me. A little present from Captain Ruzaxo for saving his life, or so he says,” Mickayla explained, thinking back to her last conversation with the Klingon officer. “And the heels aren’t actually too bad. They make me taller without being uncomfortable thanks to the blocky heels,” she explained with a grin as she looked down and watched Faye trace one of the toe spikes with her bare foot, her robe parting slightly to display the equally bare calf above it. “That was something else I discovered too. This version of armour, with the open chest and heeled boots is considered the ‘dress’ armour. Armour intended for combat has flat boots and an enclosed chest. The things you discover while talking to a Klingon tailor.”

The extra heat in the room, while delicious, was also starting to make her sweat, bringing a sheen to her exposed skin. Resting her hands on her hips and her eyes closed, she rolled her neck around slowly, working out a kink while taking in the ambience of the room. It was calming, inviting, open. That was the best way she could describe how she felt, standing there in the middle of the main room.

“If its OK, I would love a hot chocolate,” Mickayla requested, opening her eyes to look at Faye. “And I have another request. Could I use your shower to wash off the day before soaking? I’d hate to dirty the bath water.” 
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on May 09, 2020, 04:37:51 AM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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There it was again, that sense of pride Faye was feeling from Mickayla. Just a little blip on Faye's mental radar, but the Betazoid found herself matching her house guests smile. Hers lingered just long enough for her lips to come up to her tea, sipping it and watching with rapt attention as the security officer explained the origins of her new attire. Her eyebrows shot up high on her forehead when she heard that the other woman had saved some Klingon Captain's life. "My, but you have been busy since we last saw each other, haven't you."

Faye had allowed a trace of concern into her voice with her words. Mickayla was a security officer. Saving lives was part of the job description, but that meant she often had to put herself in harms way. Just what she had to do to win herself a suit of 'dress armor' from a grateful captain was...well, it was probably a story in its own right. "It's nice to see I'm not the only person out there that appreciates your professional talents," the diplomat paid compliment to the woman's skills as she settled herself into the large quarters, rolling her neck. The tension bleeding away was palpable, and Faye didn't need to be a telepath to sense the way she was relaxing. 

Pleased as a peach, the brunette placed her own earthenware mug down and sashayed her way over to the replicator. "I think we can manage that. Computer, hot chocolate. Large." She placed the order after a moments consideration. Unlike her drink that had come in the earthen mug, this one materialized in a streamlined glass, with a square sort of handle. It was tapered, with a slightly smaller bottom than the top. Fishing the glass mug out, she carried it over to Mickayla, a trail of steam wafting behind in her wake.  Coming to a short stop, she held the glass up, turning it in her hand, handle extended toward Mikayla, and smiling up at her. 

"One hot chocolate, as requested," she chirped in a bubbly tone, and then once the other woman had taken the glass, she pointed to her bedroom alcove, and the 'fresher unit that lay beyond, complete with warm bath and shower stall. "You are certainly welcome to shower off first. Its one of those combo units the ships been outfitted with. Rather nice, truth be told. If you like a water shower, you can have a water shower. If you prefer a quick sonic, that's an option too. Feel free to take the drink in there with you. Won't be the first person to, that's for sure." 

Moving past the Klingon again, Faye swept up her drink and gave a testing sip. Satisfied that it was still sufficiently warm, she crossed the room again - she was doing a lot of that this evening - and escorted her guest into the bedroom proper. There was a rather large bed with the covers tossed down on one side, and a bit more of a general mess, with clothes and PaDD's scattered about. Still a bit skimpy on the actual personal touches, but a few more pieces of Aldean souvenirs had managed to make their way into this room, as well as a piece or two provided by the absent Nurse Jenkins. Her main work stations was set up on the far side of the room, the screen currently blanked out. It abutted the built in wardrobe that was mostly filled with light flowing garments, including the barely there affair she'd picked up on the trip planet side with Mickayla, the same day that she got her belly pierced. 

The door to the bathroom enclosure had been left open on purpose, and faint wisps of steam flowed out of the entry way, curling around the arch and fading out by the time it reached the bed proper. Humid heat saturated the bedroom, and it would be more intense inside the enclosure. Positioned as things were, it would be easy enough for Faye to sit in her rolling desk chair, either still at her desk, or pulling it closer in and converse with Mickayla if she so chose. 

Though she could simply join the warrior in the other room itself. 

"Make yourself at home. Towels are on the wall by the door in there. Shower is on the right, bath is on the left and you're welcome to leave the uniform on the bed. Don't know how much of a pain that'll be to get out of." As if she suddenly remembered, she snapped her fingers. "Oh, and if you need privacy, I can scamper off into the other room." The or not was left unsaid, but certainly implied.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on June 02, 2020, 04:37:11 PM
[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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 Accepting the mug, Mickayla took a sip of the steaming brew, savouring the rich chocolate taste as Faye spoke of the bathroom behind her and the shower it contained. She would have certainly settled for a simple sonic shower but the thought of a hot shower before the bath sounded too luxurious and decadent to pass up as she followed the Betazoid into her bedroom. Unlike her own quarters, the Department Head’s quarters were separated into three sections: main room, bedroom and bathroom.

"Make yourself at home. Towels are on the wall by the door in there. Shower is on the right, bath on the left and you're welcome to leave the uniform on the bed. Don't know how much of a pain that'll be to get out off," Faye commented casually before snapping her fingers. "Oh, and if you need privacy, I can scamper off into the other room." 

“Or not,” Mickayla added silently to herself, sipping her drink as she eyed the Betazoid. Faye hadn’t said it, but it was certainly implied given her tone. Or at least that was how Mickayla took it. Considering for only an instant, she concluded that between them, privacy was a moot point as she set her cup down on the edge of Faye’s workstation before stepping back through the door. “I don’t see a need for privacy between us at the moment, do you?”

The first item removed were the boots as Mickayla showed a level of balance that belied her ancestry. Stepping down after removing the first one, the Chief quickly removed the second and placed them together next to the door outside Faye’s bedroom.  Next came the gauntlets and bracers which were dropped next to her boots. A few clasps and buckles later and the shoulder armour and skirt joined the rest on the floor. Rolling her neck, Mickayla reached behind herself and began to unfasten the bustier that encased her torso. She had been doubtful when told about it but once in it and the rest of the armour, it all went together well. Now, it was another thing she removed and added to the pile. Hooking her thumbs into her pants, she moved the final clothing she was wearing and dropped it to the side.

“You’ve seen it all before anyway,” Mickayla pointed out as she stepped back into the bedroom and retrieved her drink. Taking a sip as she walked past Faye, she entered the bathroom and set her cup down on the rim of the tub. The air was perfectly steamy, and she took a deep breath as she enjoyed the feeling of it against her bare skin. Activating the shower and adjusting the water temp, Mickayla turned her head to look at Faye.

“You are welcome to join me,” she announced as she tested the water. “If you wanted to,” she added before entering the downpour.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on June 02, 2020, 08:07:05 PM
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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Or not. Faye could practically hear Mickayla thinking the words as well, thought the telepath was making the effort to keep her mind in her own head and out of her guests. Decorum and privacy mattered - at least when it came to the mindscape. She found herself giggling as she rolled her mug back and forth in her hands. Her lips quivered into a knowing smile as she thought back to their walk along the beach and dip in the oceans of Aldea on the day she got her belly ring. Coal-black eyes darted down and back with a casual flick, and then the Betazoid inclined her head in a small nod. "Certainly not when it comes to the physical sort of privacy, no. I'm a Betazoid after all. We are very much comfortable in our own skins and everyone else in theirs for that matter. Privacy is more of a mental thing for us, when dealing with other, non-telepathic species."

As if to reinforce the point, she did tap a finger against her temple.

Glad that they were of an accord, Faye lingered to watch the warrior woman strip out of her armor, just outside of her bedroom While Faye found it curious that Mickayla chose to do so out of the room than inside, she was more intrigued by the almost procedural method she took to it, as this was a tedious process. By no means was this the first time that Faye had seen a Klingon strip down, yet it was still fascinating to watch. And compared with the last time that Mickayla got naked in her presence, this time she had been granted carte blanche to watch. Nudity bothered her not one jot. That she appreciated what she saw was her prerogative. In other situations she would not have been so open in expressing. Nudity was just nudity, but she had been invited to enjoy the tableau before her, and thus Faye allowed her admiration to show. She wagged her eyebrows as she adopted a Cheshire grin behind the rim of her mug.

Mickayla spoke of her having seen it all before, and this was certainly true. All the same, "I prefer not to assume, just to be safe. As for having seen it all before, I want to say it was the Argelian's who liked to say, 'Just because you have seen the beauty of the sun's setting before does not make it any less beautiful the next time.' Or something to that effect in any case. I'm sure you get my point." The particular Argelian that had told her that, or some variant, had been rather drunk the night before, and he was rather hung over the following morning, and he still managed to make Faye light up with delight, as he was angling to get her to stay another day. They did have a way with words, Argelian men. Argelian men were neither here nor there, however.

Watching this particular Klingon was a pleasure in its own right, Faye decided. Each species - each person for that matter - brought their own gifts to the table. With Mickayla, new as she still was to being wholly Klingon on a genetic level, nonetheless brought some of the predatory grace the species could be known for. Tall, long of leg, firm and muscular and at the same time, fully feminine. Yes, that was something special, and Faye was both pleased as a peacock, and to borrow the Klingon catch word, honored to be allowed to observe. She took a certain delight in knowing that, in addition to everything else, she was providing a friend with a chance to enjoy herself in a way she might not otherwise be. Making everyone happy, or at the very least equally unhappy, she supposed, was what being a Diplomat was all about. Mickayla got the use of a nice shower, and more importantly a bath. Faye got a good show...and a good wash it seemed.

The young officer did not quite purr like a kitten. But she did flick a hand over the tie that held her diaphanous gown in place around her hip. Stretching up toward the ceiling of her quarters, Faye did something with her shoulders, and then all the sudden the gown was falling to the floor. She scooped up her chamomile tea, the mug nearly empty, but not quite and started to sashay after the other woman.

"I was hoping you'd say something like that." The confession came easy to Faye. What point was there to pretending otherwise? It was true, and further more, if she were to be any judge it would make Mickayal feel better, simply knowing that. She stepped in behind the security officer, and drew in a deep breath, mimicking her guest as she appreciated the direct application of the showers steam and water, that soon began to run down her humble bust. Carefully keeping the mug in her hand out of the way of the spray, she brought it up to her lips to sip again, before setting it on a shelf she'd had installed for just such a purpose. Faye was not the type to deny herself simple pleasures after all.

With it tucked to the side, Faye leaned in the opposite direction, resting her shoulder against one side of the enclosure and watching Mickayla, from less than half a foot away. The stall was roomier than the one she had been used to in her previous quarters. Not considerably so, for Starfleet had been generous even with junior officers and NCO's when it came to outfitting their first multi-vector dreadnought. Faye would have had little issue fitting a second companion in her old shower stall. In this one, well, it gave them some room to stretch out, which she did, kicking one leg out past Mickayla to get it under the stream and wiggling her toes a bit. sighing contentedly. "I'm not sure if anyone has told you this before, but wet is a very good look on you."
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on June 04, 2020, 04:43:47 PM
[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Ens. Eloi-Danvers Quarters (Diplomatic Attache Suite) | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
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"I was hoping you'd say something like that."

The words were muffled by the sound of falling water in the enclosure but still clear enough for Mickayla to hear them as water began to cascade down her body. Her eyes closed as she moved her body to and fro to spread the falling across it, enjoying the sensations of the heat against her skin. Ever since her forced alteration to full Klingon, her skin had been extremely sensitive. It had taken a great deal of effort for her to learn to focus through it all and still did at times when she became distracted. Case in point, when she felt Faye step into the shower behind her.

Turning around to face her companion, she watched as water either impacted on Faye directly or splashed off her own body to land on the Betazoid’s. Either way, watching the water run down her lithe body was enjoyable to the Klingon and she kept her eyes on her companion even as her own hands began to run across her own moist skin. She had to resist the urge to reach down and grasp the outstretched leg of Faye’s and lifting it higher.

"I'm not sure if anyone has told you this before, but wet is a very good look on you."

“I could say the same about you,” Mickayla retorted with a smile, relaxing more as the water and the heat worked away at her. “It’s one of only three looks you have seen of me, and the only one you have seen more than once. We should really do something about that,” Mickayla commented idly, her tone clear in that she had no intentions of that happening tonight as she reached for some of bodywash in the enclosure and began to lather up her body. The bath was waiting.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on June 04, 2020, 07:45:46 PM
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"Why thank you, Mickayla," the words flowed out as swiftly as the water was flowing down both her body, and the Klingon's. Though the latter was getting more of the spray in a direct fashion, Faye was certainly getting plenty wet herself (below the line of her bust if not above), and equally certain, did not mind in the least. She drew her leg back and very carefully let her foot brush along Mickayla's calf, nice and gentle, before righting herself onto her own two feet for proper support. This was followed with another soft giggle as the security officer pointed out that Faye had limited experience with what kind of 'looks' Mickayla might or might not have. It was a fair point, the diplomat had to concede, and she found herself inclining her head in agreement with it.

Amused agreement, to be sure, but they were of an accord. 

"Not that I mind the wet and naked look, you understand, but you may have a point about having a limited frame of reference to work with. I'm sure there will be plenty of occasions in the future to rectify that. If nothing else, meeting up for the occasional lunch mid shift is a thing I hear tell friends do." That she readily, and verbally, counted the other woman a friend was a natural assumption in her book. Faye was quick to make friends, and she was quick to reaffirm that friendship with Mickayla now. 

For a small moment, Faye simply allowed herself to watch the suds spread across the other woman's rich, milk chocolate skin. The contrast was delightful. She ran her tongue over her teeth, behind her lip, and hummed loudly enough that Mickayla could probably hear it. Not that this was an issue for the Betazoid. Mickayla knew she liked what she liked. Reaffirming that was simply what she wished. Drawing in a long breath through her nose, Faye stepped in closer. Now instead of a foot of space, there were scant inches, if that, and more water was pouring down Faye's chest, between the valley of her subtle breasts. She reached past Mickayla, with deft ease, and took some soap into her own hands.

"If you'll turn around, I'll get your back," she offered, holding up her sud soaked hands, just out of the range of the spray coming down and grinning cheerfully.  Once the Klingon acquiesced, Faye moved with direct purpose. Her hands started at the Klingon's shoulders and worked her way all across Mickayla's back. Despite her intention to 'behave' herself, the telepath found her hands lingering over each distinct ridge of the woman's well defined spine. By the time she got down to the base of it, she'd tilted her hands so that her thumbs drew together to a point, and pressed in gently at the small dimple above the woman's bum. "I can keep going, get the rest of your flank and thighs, if you'd like?"
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on June 12, 2020, 02:35:09 AM
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With Faye’s humming working with the water to relax her, Mickayla worked at her skin to cleanse it. A sonic shower would have been more effective, if only because it would have been quicker but tonight wasn’t about being fast, Mickayla had decided. It was about taking the time to enjoy herself. Faye too if she was of a mind. And in her opinion, Faye was definitely open to the idea or she wouldn’t have joined her under the water.

A long breath drew the Klingon out of her reverie, and she opened her eyes to see her Betazoid companion standing nipple to nipple with her. In fact, she was that close as the deep breath that Mickayla sucked caused her chest to swell and she could feel her hard buds touch Faye’s skin. Her breathing hitched as a shiver ran down her spine and she could only turn around and lean against the shower wall in reply. Faye started at her shoulders and expertly not only cleaned her back but worked at the muscles underneath a little to release any tension held there. By the time that she reached the base of Mickayla’s spine, having paid a little extra attention to each of the sensitive ridges as she descended, Mickayla was in a blissful state. Hence, when she offered to keep going, Mickayla was too never going to deny her.

“I’d like that very much,” Mickayla said, looking back over her shoulder at Faye. “And if you need me too, or just want it, I’ll return the favour.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on June 12, 2020, 06:26:06 PM
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Not that the other woman could see it, but Faye smiled widely when she was given consent to continue on with the washing. She reached around Mickayla again, pressing her chest to the Klingon's back - spreading the suds around more over each of them in the process. This was the 'easiest' way for her to reach the soap dispenser, and it automatically deposited a dollop into her outstretched hands. Drawing back, she paused to press a kiss just below the other woman's left ear, humming and murmuring, "I would love the help after I finish up with washing you."

And washing was the plan. This time though, Faye sunk down onto her knees in the confines of the shower enclosure. Plenty of room to work with, thankfully, and she didn't mind the reflected spray hitting her face, or the direct waves that would get down her back and run over her shoulders. Instead she smiled all the wider, and reached up with her suddy hands, squeezing each plump cheek of the security officers bum, which was perfectly situated directly in front of the young diplomat's face. Which as she began to rub in the soap on her hands, was a pretty nice view.

Faye allowed herself a moment of teasing, by pressing a sucking kiss against one of the plump rumps, before she passed her hand over it and got it all sudsy. A mouthful of Starfleet issue soap would not kill you by any means. but that didn't mean it would taste great. Even as she took the time to physically and visually appreciate what was being offered her, by spreading Mickayla's cheeks apart and getting a good view of everything, the Betazoid hardly forgot that she had a job to do. She used her thumb to clean between the cheeks, careful not to push too much or too hard or anything like that, and then turned her hand around and gently, delicately ran the soap over the other woman's petals. She rather liked hte view of them she was getting - considerably closer than she had at the beach - and noted all the small little anatomical differences, few that they were. Her fingertip even tickled ever so lightly over the hooded nub of the other woman and between those delicate folds, but not so deep as to truly push in. 

As much as she might wish to linger there, lightly teasing, she had promised not just to wash Mickayla's naughty bits, and turned her attention to the girls legs. She worked down each thigh, scrubbing along the insides, and moving to the calves, ankles and even the bottom of each foot. She did pause at one point to kiss the back of one of the girls knees, terribly curious to see if the security officer would squirm or not, as Faye knew many people that were ticklsh there. "Couldn't resist," she confessed, before rising up to her feet with a soft groan, and then stretching toward the ceiling of the enclosure, just out of reach even at her full extent. 

"I think I got everything," she said as she let her arms fall back down, resting lightly on Mickayla's shoulders. She leaned in to steal a soft kiss one the girl had turned around, and then allowed herself to be directed however the Klingon might wish. Faye was more than ready, and curious to boot, to have the favor returned. "All yours."
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on July 13, 2020, 12:02:08 PM
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Mickayla wasn’t entirely sure where the washing part ended, and the teasing part began as Faye continued with her ministrations. Either way, Mickayla wasn’t stopping her. Feeling the firm nubs of Faye’s breasts pressed into her back, she looked down to see the Betazoid’s hand reach past her for more soap before darting back out of sight, a kiss to her neck left in its wake before a murmured acceptance of Mickayla returning the favour.

The sigh that followed as Faye grasped her butt and squeezed was as genuine as any that Mickayla had ever uttered. Another kiss, this one prolonged and with greater pressure heralded the beginning of the Betazoid’s continued efforts to ‘clean’ her. And she was quite thorough as she worked the soap around, making sure not to miss anywhere. And she didn’t as she moved her thumb down between the Klingon’s cheeks and over her sensitive rear entrance, sending a tingle up her spine and making her wonder what might happen if it was explored more. Flipping her hand over, Mickayla felt Faye run her fingers across, and through, the engorged folds of skin that guarded that which made her a woman. Her eyes rolled into her head and she hissed, not in anger or pain, but from pleasure as the tips of those probing fingers found the hidden nub at the top of her entrance.

She withdrew without further probing though and Mickayla found herself almost disappointed before remembering that there was still the bath, and whatever else might happen beyond that. She wasn’t sure how long she would be allowed to stay for but also didn’t want to wreck their time together by rushing it. So she relaxed, and instead enjoyed the rub down that her legs received. She even lifted her feet when direct so that Faye could scrub at them as well. 

Feeling better, and cleaner, in longer than she cared to remember, Mickayla was about to turn around and return the favour when she felt the Betazoid’s lips on her skin once more, this time at the back of her right knee. It was light, fluttery even, and it made the Klingon squirm, which she quickly realised was exactly why Faye had done it. Straightening her leg and returning her foot to the floor again, Mickayla turned around, a teasing look of indignation on her face to see Faye standing there, arms raised towards the ceiling.

“I think I got everything,” Faye said as her arms fell back down to rest of Mickayla’s shoulders. The Klingon returned the kiss that Faye lent in to steal before the Betazoid proclaimed, “All yours.”

“All mine indeed,” Mickayla confirmed, bringing her hands up to rest on Faye’s hips. The water was running pleasantly off her shoulder and down her side, a stream of it passing across her chest to flow between her breasts. Delighting at the multiple sensations she was feeling, Mickayla guided Faye to turn around to face the wall of the stall. Her training kicking in, she used her feet to nudge the Betazoid’s apart while her arms ran up the flanks of her body, her fingertips caressing the sides of her breasts as they passed before moving on to guide Faye’s arms up to rest against the wall above her head. 

Mickayla didn’t know if Faye realised it or not, but she was now in the standard search position used by Starfleet. Arms and legs apart and bent at the hips to put you off balance. It also had the side benefit of making Faye stick her butt out, something Mickayla appreciated. It was a position so familiar to the Klingon that she had defaulted to it without thinking. Still, it would serve her purpose as she reached past Faye for the soap, pressing her breasts into the Betazoid’s back in a repeat of her earlier movement. 

Starting at the neck, Mickayla worked the soap into Faye’s skin, trying to massage the muscles beneath as she cleansed the skin above. From the neck, Mickayla moved onto the shoulders and upper back, using her thumbs to rub the set of muscles that bordered the spine. Her fingers tips traced the grooves between the Betazoid’s ribs as Mickayla brought her hands around to wash the front of her body. She did this by touch alone, cupping Faye’s breasts as she lifted her hands to bathe her chest before running back over them, brushing the hardened nipples before finishing up with the Betazoid’s toned abdomen. Her fingers also found the navel piecing present there and her mind flashed back to the day when Faye and herself had gotten them and everything else that had happened that day. That was the start of a new Mickayla MacGregor that day; one that, while still being unveiled, pleased the Klingon with what she was discovering.

“Hmm,” Mickayla thought she brought her hands back to grasp Faye’s hips. “If I had different equipment downstairs this would be a perfect position,” she noted, grinding her public bone into the Betazoid’s backside anyway. “Speaking of downstairs equipment, I need to expand on my collection of assistants. Fingers are great for precision and control but I miss the girth and depth of the real deal. And since I’m not going near a real one for a while, I think an artificial one is the way to go.”

Returning to the task at hand, Mickayla pressed herself into Faye once more before taking a half step back and kneeling. Now, she was forced to look up slightly at her companion’s backside, or, more accurately, the glistening folds of skin that surrounded her womanhood. Water was streaming down Faye’s back now, passing down the cleft and running across the openings below like a waterfall. The view was mesmerising and Mickayla found herself drawn closer, rising on her knees until the Betazoid’s guarded loins were laid open centimetres from her face. Water splashed across her face, but the Klingon paid it no heed as she extended her tongue and took her first taste of another woman’s sweet centre. Her tongue passed across the folds of skin gently, hesitantly as its owner savoured in the watery taste. Catching herself, Mickayla jerked herself back and away, blushing at what she had just done despite the thoughts that had been occupying her head since that day on the beach.

“I, ah, I’m sorry,” came the stammered apology from the Klingon as she returned to the purpose of the showering in the first place. Embarrassment flooded her and Mickayla chastised herself about losing control of herself. Trying to ignore the looming softness at the apex of Faye’s thighs, and failing, Mickayla worked her way first down one leg, and then the next – alternating from one to the other as she washed and massaged an area. And like Faye did for her, she gently lifted each of the Betazoid’s feet to wash the sole of it, determined as she was to leave no area untouched.

“Ok,” Mickayla said, satisfied that she had reached everywhere. Hoping that her embarrassed blush had subsided, the Klingon rose to her feet and brushed some wet strands of hair out of her face. “I, ah, I think I got everything too.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on July 17, 2020, 04:51:25 AM
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One need not be a diplomat, or a teleapath to hear the anticipation, the eagerness in the Klingon woman's voice. It was typical of their speices, that when roused, they were vocal. Usually with lots of grunts, screams, and fists, based on Faye's experience during her time aboard the refurbished Cortes while stationed as part of the diplomatic mission assigned at Khitomer. Oh, and bloodwine. Lots of bloodwine. 

There was no bloodwine in her shower, for which the Acting Head of Diplomacy was quite grateful of. Bloodwine and showers did not mix. Unlike her tea, sitting on the little shelf in the humid enclosure, its earthenware mug collecting condensation on the sides. The heat of the shower would keep the drink warm, and in truth, there were other demands on the naked Betazoids time and attention than a nice cup of tea. The possessive undertone, the desire that laced the security officer's thoughts, were far more demanding and inviting, and Faye felt herself squirming from side to side with a slowly building lust of her own, fueled by her earlier explorations. 

Come on, be a big girl and give it to me. I know you want to, she thought, though she was secretly pleased that the other woman couldn't read her mind. No need to tease her now and throw off her confidence. Confidence was just as sexy as curious explorations, and she wanted to encourage Mickayla, not dissuade her. So she let the other woman turn her around and press her up against the slick walls over her shower enclosure. Her toes wiggled as she felt her arms drawn up above her head. An eyebrow cocked up on her forehead and she purred a little. Where the Klingon might have hesitated in the past, she seemed rather focused now. No hesitations as she pushed Faye's legs apart with her foot and drew the lithe woman's bum out toward her. 

Assume the position indeed, Faye privately mused, shivering with delight for what she imagined was to follow. The way that Mickayla mirrored Faye's own actions earlier were not lost on the smaller woman, though she imagined that the security officers bust felt just a bit nicer on her back, than her own more subtle bust had to the other woman. Breasts of all shapes and sizes were good in Faye's book, but it was the kind of thing a gal noticed when a nice pair were pressing in against her. "Mmmmm, this is nice."

Unlike Faye, Mickayla could not read the subtle emotions that were coming off of the diplomat, the little sparks of delight that the sud soaked fingers were evoking. So to make sure that the other woman understood her personal enjoyment, Faye was quite free with small moans and little groans, wiggling her hips back in against the Klingon and gasping out when her breasts were cupped. She mewled like a kitten and turned her head to glance back over her shoulder, her lips curling into a wide, inviting smile. 

For just a brief moment, she got a flicker of thought, one not her own, but not one she had any issues with. Far from it, in fact. With Mickayla's hips glued to hers, the Betazoid glanced down, flushing a bit pink in the cheek at the implications. Oh, she could blame it on the heat of the water running down her back, but...she licked her lips. That was too much like lying.  Mickayla ground into her, and with a giggle and a purposefully lewd moan, Faye rocked back against her. Smack, smack, smack, their hips met in the wet water, and she ran her tongue over her lips again, making sure she held the Klingons' gaze. While she didn't point out that, once they were done in here they could take advantage of the replicator in her room, Faye did consider it as she had her hips grasped tightly by the warrior woman.

Yes, we are going to execute that replicator for sure, she decided as Mickayla continued on her way. And have her way she did, as before Faye realized it, a warm tongue was pressing in between her legs, flicking over her water soaked folds. "Ohhh, fuck," she mewled out, shivering and tensing up onto her toes, before pressing back against the woman's face. The moment didn't last nearly as long as she might have liked, and it was selfish as hell of her, but it had felt good. She was pleased that the woman had taken the initiative, and a pout formed on her lips when Mickayla apologized. She held off on saying anything until after the security officer had finished washing the rest of her legs, though she did shake her head lightly.

Her toes wiggled about when the other woman attend to her feet, and Faye let her head fall forward for a moment, against the wall of the shower enclosure, trying very hard not to giggle. She managed, if only just, but it took a will of effort that had her biting into her lip when Mickayla pulled away and stood up.  Planting her feet firmly back on the ground again, Faye took a deep breath to center herself, giving the petty officer a view of her shoulders rising and falling, and the water cascading down her back. Then she pivoted, took a step, and draped her arms around the other woman's neck again, closing the distance between them till she was pressed chest to chest with her. 

"Unless we're in the middle of a public place where it would get us in trouble, you don't ever have to apologize for doing that, Mickayla," while the words could have been chiding, the near kitten like purr in her voice washed away any potential sting they might have carried. Faye had felt the embarrassment rolling off the other woman, though she had marshaled herself enough to let most of it fall away. Well aware at this point that Mickayla definitely had desires for more than just the use of her bath, Faye now faced the challenge of ensuring the embarrassment did not impede the evening any further. The best remedy, in the diplomat's mind, was to address the situation head on. Surely, as a Klingon (even if newly full blooded) some part of her guest would appreciate that. So of course, she kissed Mickayla full on the mouth. She did her damnedest to wiggler her tongue past the other woman's lips, to tickle and taste the inside of her mouth, and try and hammer home the notion that she was willing. 

But she needed to breathe; it was a fact of nature, and though Faye wasn't out of shape, she was still recovering from her time in stasis a month back. Her lung capacity wasn't quite as good as she wished it might be, and she eventually broke the kiss, sucking in a deep breath. But she didn't let up, winding her fingers into the girls dark hair, and lay her lips on the other girls ear, going up on her tippy toes and whispered. "you can take whatever you want tonight, wherever you want. Here. In the bath. Outside in the room. I mean it, whatever you want from me, whatever you want to do to me."

Gods, but it would be so much easier if everyone else were telepathic. Oh well, spelling it out could be fun too..
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on July 28, 2020, 03:41:27 AM
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"You can take whatever you want tonight, wherever you want. Here. In the bath. Outside in the room. I mean it, whatever you want from me, whatever you want to do to me."

A declaration of willingness if Mickayla had ever heard one. Faye was offering herself to Mickayla in whatever way the Klingon wanted her. And Mickayla truly wanted her. In more ways than she had ever considered that she would want another woman. But something was holding her back. And it wasn’t Faye. If her statement hadn’t been clear enough, whispered into her ear as their wet, nude forms pressed together, then the prior kiss that probed her lips until Mickayla had granted it entry and the dismissal of Mickayla’s own apology even before that only reinforced the Betazoid’s position on their time together.

No, what was holding Mickayla back, she realised, was Mickayla herself. Her recent past had been a whirlwind of upheaval and turmoil. Her entire life had changed, down to the very fundamentals of her DNA and she was rediscovering herself anew because of that. But her discoveries were also cast in the shadows of her past and the nature of her new existence and she couldn’t help but wonder if she was choosing her actions or she was just reacting out of instinct. Case in point, her tasting of Faye’s womanhood. Had she chosen to do that or was it her Klingon nature reacting to her thoughts of want and desire.

Ever since that day on the beach, Mickayla had been discovering her sexuality anew. Never having been one for self-pleasure, she now found herself using her fingers to bring herself to orgasm at least twice a day; more if time allowed. She had been reading and researching about other methods, both alone and with a partner, but had yet to act on any of them. She was scared. So much had changed, that as much as she was enjoying herself and even beginning to like what she saw in the mirror, she wasn’t sure if it was her making the decisions or her instincts taking control.

“What if I am not even sure what I want to do?” Mickayla asked, reaching out to turn the water off in the shower. Her eyes were caught by the bath and an idle memory of her imagining herself and Faye in the bath pleasuring each other with dildos reared its head before she squashed it back down. “Are my choices my own? Or is it my Klingon instincts to take what they believe is theirs, reacting to my imagination and desires?”

“I don’t know anymore,” the Klingon muttered, reaching out for her drink and taking a sip to steady herself. She wanted Faye, in every way she had read and thought about in the last week. But was it right to subject her to that when she herself wasn’t sure if it was what she wanted? “I’ve changed so much, so quickly that I almost don’t recognise myself. Before Aldea, I’d never considered a piercing, being nude anywhere but the shower or, ah, sharing time with another woman,” Mickayla admitted, stumbling over her words. She knew there were easier ways to say things, but she was having trouble bringing herself to say it plainly. Faye was better at that, it seemed.

“And now, I, I want things,” she admitted, returning her eyes to the dripping Betazoid and feeling a renewed flush of desire flow through her at the sight of Faye’s nude form. “But I am having trouble deciding if it is me, that really wants them.”

“Am I making sense?”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on July 29, 2020, 03:57:34 AM
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This girl is a hot mess, Faye decided as they stood their in the shower enclosure, the water running down her body even as the other woman cut the flow from above. Dripping wet was not a bad place to be, all things considered, but concern was swiftly moving aside the pleasingly relaxed sensations of the shower. Mickayla was dealing with changes to who and what she was at a base, DNA level, and she was not the woman she had been when she'd joined the ships crew. Faye was not at all equipped to really deal with the ramifications of such a change, and yet she was the one that had encouraged Mickayla to embrace the new her. She had encouraged Mickayla to get that piercing, having gone so far as to get one of her own.

The telepath's fingers danced over her own jeweled butterfly that hung from her belly button and purred a bit at the memory. After the minor body modification, she had indulged in a stroll along the beach, naked as the day they were born. And then in the surf, she had once again eased the other woman out of her comfort zone and into a sexy romp in the waves. Which was a lot for someone to deal with, when it was so counter to everything they had been before that moment. Never mind that she had clearly enjoyed it, and could not hide the fact from Faye. 

So then, how to proceed?

Closing her eyes for a moment, Faye just allowed herself to luxuriate in the steam, and in the emotions and desires that swirled around the two women. It was easy to let her mind wander for a moment, to imagine what might happen if she could help push Mickayla into action, instead of indecision. Yes, it was selfish, she fully admitted that. She had an itch she'd like to scratch, or more accurately, have the other woman scratch. She justified it by telling herself that she would be helping Mickayla in turn, and while that was truthful, her plans and schemes were not quite as altruistic as she might make them out to be. 

But the thoughts...bending over the edge of the bed after exiting the tub, wet and sweaty, spreading her legs wide apart and then gripping her ass and prying the cheeks open. Fully exposing herself to the Klingon woman, and moaning out, begging to be taken from behind. To have her taste what was being offered, fuck what was being offered with a nice toy, or strap on. Pussy, ass, both, she didn't care. That image was...intense. Of course that raised a few other questions and possibilities in her mind. Mickayla confessed to being utterly inexperienced with having a woman, and the last time she had been naked with Faye, it had been a sort of 'do to me what I do to you' exchange. An avenue to explore. 

And if she were being honest with herself (what was the point of lying to herself after all), she had really enjoyed the view of the other woman when she'd been down in her knees, soaping up Mickayla's rump and thighs. She wanted to play around back there and help the woman explore how good that could feel. So yes...she was being a tad self-indulgent. 

All of that went through her head in a few short heartbeats, and she opened her eyes and smiled softly at Mickayla. The distance between them had grown somewhat, once the other woman had turned the over\head shower off, but not so far that it took Faye more than a step or two to close it again and run her hand up, over the other girl's stomach, lingering at the jeweled piercing in her belly. Smelling the soap - her soap - on Mickayla's skin, the sensually inclined Betazoid murmured softly, "You're dealing with a hell of a lot that most people are never asked to go through in their entire life, and you're having it all dumped on your shoulders at once. It makes sense that you're confused."

Continuing to pick those words carefully, Faye walked past Mickayla, her fingertips ghosting over the girls sensitive skin, a byproduct of her correction, if Faye remembered correctly. She came to the edge of the still warm bath, and ran her fingers through it's surface, purring, and turning to rest her bum against the edge of the tub, watching Mickayla. "But honey, you need to realize that those impulses you are talking about? That instinct? The sensations might be new, sure, but they are a part of you. No matter how odd or alien they might feel, they aren't some separate entity. 

"Sure, a sign of an evolved species is it's ability to control its impulses and base desires, knowing when to exercise them, and when to reign them in. And yours have changed basically over night," she flashed her a smile and blew her a soft kiss, as she kicked back off the edge of the tub and stretched, arms held high above her body. "You need to test these instincts, to follow them for a bit and learn how to adapt to them.

"If only there were a safe place you could do that, with someone who understands the situation at hand and was willing to let you experiment. To try things, like say, replicated double ended strap on's in a tub, as an oddly specific sort of example. Randomly plucked out of the ether as it were." She tapped her lip once, as if wondering who such a person could be, and then her eyes went wide, as if she'd figured it out, and she clapped her hands together. "Oh, that's right. Luckily you do know someone just like that. 

"Someone willing to let you do unto her, and then, do unto you as well, if that's what you wanted. Just like on the beach." Faye swung her hips around, and twisted, planting her hands on the edge of the tub and bending back, wiggling her bum from side to side. Tossing her hair back she looked over her shoulder and shot Mickayla and inviting look, or at least what she assumed was one. "This is a safe place for you to let those instincts run a bit, to see how you react, and see if they are something you can learn to live with and how to control them. You won't know until you try." She had to wonder if she'd laid it on too thick, or if the other woman was going to crawl into the tub with her or...any of the other things in her head. 

"So tell me, what do you want to do? Intellect and instinct both?"
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on August 10, 2020, 02:59:23 AM
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The rich flavour of chocolate flooded her mouth as she took a sip from her drink. The warm liquid refreshed her throat after her outpouring of feelings and helped to pass the moment while the Klingon awaited Faye’s response. Mickayla was nervous. She was having trouble understanding herself and as a person who always liked to feel in control, not feeling that, and then acting on those impulses, was unnerving to the Klingon. She was counting on the Betazoid having some words of wisdom for her again; something to help her make sense of what she was experiencing.

Faye’s initial response was, less than articulate, than Mickayla was hoping for. The Betazoid closed the gap that separated the two nude females, bringing one of her hands up to play across the Klingon’s toned abdomen and the piercing now present there. Mickayla had changed out the ornamental jewellery she had first had for something a bit more practical for when she was on duty. Now, it was a simple barbell type with an emerald seated in her navel. As her hand lingered over the jewellery, Faye began to speak and Mickayla found herself mentally thinking her replies even as she stayed silent so as not to interrupt the officer.

"You're dealing with a hell of a lot that most people are never asked to go through in their entire life, and you're having it all dumped on your shoulders at once. It makes sense that you're confused,” Faye said. “I didn’t even know it was possible to do what was done to me. I’m sure I’d be some sort of test case for psychiatric rehabilitation if we weren’t fugitives,” Mickayla thought, shivering as Faye’s fingers played across her skin, knowing that her companion was doing it to tease her sensitive skin. Turning, she watched as Faye settled against the edge of the tub, looking back at her.

"But honey, you need to realise that those impulses you are talking about? That instinct? The sensations might be new, sure, but they are a part of you. No matter how odd or alien they might feel, they aren't some separate entity. Sure, a sign of an evolved species is its ability to control its impulses and base desires, knowing when to exercise them, and when to reign them in. And yours have changed basically overnight," Faye said, flashing a smile and blowing Mickayla a kiss as she pushed off the edge of the tub and stretched, doing wonderful things to her body for the Klingons benefit, intended or not. “So, this, all of this, is the new me and I am still discovering it. Makes sense, I guess.”

"You need to test these instincts, to follow them for a bit and learn how to adapt to them. If only there were a safe place you could do that, with someone who understands the situation at hand and was willing to let you experiment. To try things, like say, replicated double ended strap-on's in a tub, as an oddly specific sort of example. Randomly plucked out of the ether as it were,” Faye proposed, theatrically tapping her lip with a finger as if thinking. “Random my arse,” Mickayla commented silently while trying not to blush at the thought-provoking imagery presented to her. “Not that I am against the idea. My fingers just don’t have the same reach.”

"Oh, that's right. Luckily you do know someone just like that,” Faye announced, clapping her hands together. "Someone willing to let you do unto her, and then, do unto you as well, if that's what you wanted. Just like on the beach.” As she spoke, the Betazoid diplomat swung herself around and lent forward, presenting her desirable derriere for Mickayla to gaze at. Mickayla’s thoughts failed her as images of what she would like to do to Faye raced through her mind.

“This is a safe place for you to let those instincts run a bit, to see how you react, and see if they are something you can learn to live with and how to control them. You won't know until you try," Faye explained in a way Mickayla found hard to refute. Before she could respond, Faye continued. "So, tell me, what do you want to do? Intellect and instinct both?"

“I, ah,” Mickayla stammered, fighting to regain control of thoughts and turn them away from devious ideas and back to the reality at hand. “What you are saying is that, what I am experiencing and seeing as something strange and separate, is just a part of me I am still discovering. Despite it being almost completely opposite to my life before the Versant?” Mickayla asked. At Faye’s affirmation, Mickayla wondered if she could do this, to face what she was experiencing, becoming, and to embrace it, or at least, accept it. Either way, even to her, there was one way to find out.

“Both,” Mickayla declared, stepping forward to grasp the Betazoid’s hips and press herself against Faye again. "I choose both,” she repeated before leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss against the Betazoid’s lips. Lingering for a moment before pulling back, Mickayla stared into Faye’s brown orbs. “But I think we should go with something simpler in the tub and save the harnesses for afterwards. And you must make me a promise. This, us,” Mickayla said, squeezing her companion’s hips to make her point. “Goes both ways. You can take whatever you want tonight, wherever you want. Here. In the bath. Outside in the room. I mean it, whatever you want from me, whatever you want to do to me,” she asserted, repeating verbatim Faye’s earlier proclamation.

“Just, go slowly,” she whispered into Faye’s ear, letting her breath tickle her ear. “Chances are, whatever you do to me, will be my first time.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on August 11, 2020, 12:08:43 AM
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Faye rather appreciated that Mickayla was taking this moment seriously, to give it the proper deliberation that it all deserved, before coming to a conclusion. As much as the Betazoid herself was thinking with her hormones and desires, it was nice to see that the Klingon woman still had that sense of self to consider her actions. Other than responding to the one directed, vocal query, with a simple, "Yup, that's what I'm getting at. Pretty daunting, I know," she let her friend work through everything else on her own. It would be a tad rude to directly comment on thoughts not actually vocalized by the security specialist. If Mickayla had been a fellow telepath that would have been a different story entirely, but given that she wasn't, the two would have to resort to the slightly more limited form of simple vocal communication. 

This did not stop Faye from taking a little bit of anticipatory pleasure out of the feelings the other woman showed whenever something Faye had said happened to cause Mickayla's brain to jump tracks for a moment and get lost in the carnal imagery she inspired. She was only mortal, after all, and it was reasonable to preen under the knowledge that the woman across from her wanted her, in a visceral, physical sense, and was thinking about all the lovely things they might experiment with. If she could reconcile herself to the act. After all, Faye would not pursue the matter further without the Klingon's consent. Never mind that she could simply crush the young diplomat's skull with the heel of her palm, should the lithe woman take such advantage, but for all her promiscuous tendencies, Faye was, as a general rule, a good person. And a good person did not take such an advantage. 

Plus the psychic feed back from such an act would be a real bitch.

But that wasn't going to apply tonight. The diplomat's face lit up as she listened to Mickayla's words, and more so at the way she slunk over and bumped up against Faye's hips, groin to bum, and leaned in over her. A shiver ran up the woman's spine as she was kissed, gently, in the fashion where the feeling of the lips lingered long after the kiss itself ended. And the kiss was no short affair either, the Klingon allowed herself to enjoy Faye's lips, soft and pliant. A smile started to form, pausing half-way into a curious arch of the eyebrow as she was informed that a promise was required. 

A sensible promise, as it turned out, and one that Faye would have little issue acquiescing to. After all, her mind had been full of dark, sinuous thoughts from the moment she watched the Klingon non-com begin to strip down in her bathroom and shed all that impressive armor. Now she was being given cart blanch, and she intended to make good use of it. True, there was only so much that little old Faye could really manage in one night, on her own. Some of the wilder ideas that flitted about her mind would be saved for later. For tonight however, her thoughts drifted back to when she had been cleaning Mickayla, and the little urges that had bubbled up. Yes, she'd indulge tonight, no doubt about it...

Soft and light, a giggle slipped past the promiscuous tease, and she twisted about to better face Mickayla, after her murmured confession. The girl needed some more reassuring, Faye judged, whether right or wrong would remain to be seen. So with a stretch and a wiggle, the Betazoid found herself sitting on the wide edge of the tub, her arms draped over the other woman's broad shoulders, hanging loosely. Smiling up at Mickayla, she spoke in a soft, but undeniably eager tone. 

"I whole heartedly promise to have a little fun and try some new things with you too. Things we haven't done yet. Take and give as it were. Never you mind. I'm a bubble of ideas. Goes along with being a...oh how was it put to me? Oh yes, an unrepentant pervert," she noted, wrinkling her nose up a bit then laughing. A cadet her sophomore year had called her that when she'd elaborated on the events of one particularly involved evening with the Parrises Squares squad that had necessitated a very, very long shower the following morning and left Faye with a noticeable limp. She made a note to tell Mickayla about it - later. No need to scare her friend.

"I'll be gentle," she added in a low purr, capturing the warrior woman's lips between her own and snaking a hand up into the girls hair, twining her fingers around a few strands and getting a good grip. Nipping the woman's bottom lip, she pulled away and smiled wide. "I'm going to enjoy showing you some new things to try out." Gently she pulled further back, letting her hands slide down the woman's shoulders, and then went up on her tip toes and placed a few soft, sensual kisses against the proud ridges upon her forehead, taking a moment to pay attention to each prominent peak, before slipping to the side, and giving Mickayla's butt a firm swat. 

"However, unless there was something you wanted to do before hand, I believe I promised you the use of my tub. We have cleaned ourselves, and this thing is just begging for us to climb into it," she playfully splashed a bit of water out over the edge at Mickayla, and then without missing a beat, hopped up and over into the tub. A hiss escaped her lips, because the water was hot and she really should have been a bit slower about all of that, but she was in a good mood and wanted to move things along. Good sense had taken a back seat to anticipation, and she did a little 'hot hot hot' dance before settling her feet down on the textured bottom while the water swirled up around her thighs. Turning to face her guest, she held her hands out, and once Mickayla took them, Faye helped her into the tub.

Her reward for getting in without falling was another kiss, of course, standing there in the warm water. This was went on for much longer, and included quite a bit of tongue, before Faye again broke things off. "Make yourself comfortable, Mickayla," she suggested, her voice breathy and her lips slightly swollen, as she sunk down against one wall of the tub, more and more of her body vanishing beneath they quietly churning waters. Soon enough, her arms were stretched out along the edge of the tub, and the water was bubbling away just below her bust, but really that was only because she'd arched her back up in an effort to make herself look inviting and tempt the other woman. In truth, she was restraining herself from making the first move. 
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on August 18, 2020, 03:55:03 PM
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"Unrepentant Pervert,” Mickayla mentally scoffed after hearing Faye describe herself as such. It was an accurate description of the Betazoid, Mickayla noted absently, even if it was not an all-encompassing one. There was more to Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers than just her, openness, when it came to her body and what she could do with it. There was compassion, understanding and a willingness to help those that needed it; even if the help provided might be considered a little, bizarre, despite its undeniable effectiveness. “Is that what I am becoming? An unrepentant pervert? And would it be so bad?”

Faye’s purring pronouncement of her gentleness pulled her from her thoughts and back into the moment as the Betazoid kissed her, nipping her bottom lip gently in the process. Mickayla shivered slightly from anticipation at what Faye might introduce her too. That shivering intensified as her companion/lover placed light, delicate kisses onto the sensitive skin of her forehead ridges. This was contrasted against the firm spank she received that pressed her almost fully against Faye’s own body.

"However, unless there was something you wanted to do before hand, I believe I promised you the use of my tub. We have cleaned ourselves, and this thing is just begging for us to climb into it," the Betazoid pointed out, splashing Mickayla with some of the steaming water before stepping in herself. The grin that graced her face at Faye’s reaction to the water’s temperature was as genuine as Mickayla had ever offered another and it was still present when she accepted Faye’s aid into the tub, savouring the warmth of the water as it lapped at her skin. 

Standing together, basking in the warmth and rising steam, Mickayla locked her lips onto Faye’s, her hands roving across the slick flesh of her lover as her tongue probed and danced with the Betazoid’s own. Eventually though, Faye pulled away and lowered herself into the water fully, leaning against the edge of the tub, arms outstretched and back arched to lift her chest out of the water. It was clearly done for the Klingon’s benefit and Mickayla found herself unable to resist as she shuffled forward and lowered herself into the water. Her choice of position was as deliberate as Faye’s, if not more forthright given that she was sitting astride Faye’s thighs. Her hands snaked their way underneath the Betazoid’s biceps to support her upper body and she leant forward until the very tips of her nipples were brushing against Faye’s heated flesh.

“Tell me,” Mickayla prodded, her voice husky with desire. “Why is it that when I am with you, everything seems easy? That whatever we end up doing, clothed or not, is so normal, that I wonder why I didn’t try it sooner?”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on August 18, 2020, 11:00:57 PM
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Peppering someone with affection was a rewarding experience. Faye had some past interactions with Klingon's that were not Mickayla, of course, and this was how she knew that she could elicit certain responses from them, as a general rule. The little nip to the other woman's lips had been one of those acts that she was very curious about the reaction to. The kisses to the brow line as well. A small desire to make the security officer melt, just a bit. It was nice to indulge with a friend, and having the opportunity to help her explore herself was proving to be fulfilling on many levels. Not just the physical ones either, though as the Betazoid rubbed her legs together in anticipation, there was little sense in denying her desires to find fulfillment in that particular field in the very, very near future.

All the same, causing someone who possessed the strength to snap you in half to shiver in delight from a softly placed kiss was a heady feeling indeed. Mixed with the heat of the tub behind her, Faye found her head swimming in a delightful haze of desire and anticipation.

Hot water was endured and adjusted too, muscles relaxing in the ebb and flow of the small jets that were built into the tubs lining. Yes, being the highest ranking officer in a department had its benefits, and for the moment at least, Faye was allowing herself to indulge in the privilege that position brought. Specifically, that of having a tub large enough for her to share a kiss or three with a friend and lover. Which she did, before she so coyly put herself on display for Mickayla.

Oh, but you do like that don't you? She could still feel the impression of the non-comms lips on hers as her mouth curled into a satisfied little smile. There was no need for telepathy, no need to draw on her empathetic skills to read the petty officers desire. It was writ large across her face, in the way the woman's eyes seemed to drink Faye in as she sunk into the heated bubbles.  Any room for doubt was washed away as the Klingon settled herself across the Betazoids, legs, straddling her and rather thoroughly trapping her between the tub wall and the darker skinned woman's body. Which...Faye wasn't about to complain. She wagged her eyebrows up and down a few times, the dark orbs locked onto Mickayla.

"Hmmm well that is a good question," Faye purred the words, trying to make her own voice match that tone that Mickayla had taken, with mixed results, to be sure. Less husky, more sultry was the end result. Her fingers started playing with the back of the girls neck, pressing and rubbing, running up and down the slick skin, and she wiggled her hips suggestively while she gave the question some genuine consideration. It would be easy enough to claim some special insight from her job, or her species telepathic gifts. Or to make an off hand crack that she was just that sexy. But instead, she pursed her lips, then leaned in and kissed the tip of Mickayla's  nose, before settling back and answering.

"Part of it is that I'm shameless about enjoying what I want. It...allows me to offer up a ready example and counter point to concerns. Some of it might be experience. I've...got a lot of it." She had been very indulgent while at the Academy, and in the years since. There was little point in her mind in repressing one self, as long was what one wanted hurt no one else. "I was raised in an open and accepting culture. One that tries to find harmony with those around it. And yes, that gives me a bit of insight into what others are feeling, and I can act upon that to help them. Which I've done here, with you. And I don't judge when someone comes to me like this. I think that helps a lot, knowing that whatever happens the person you're experimenting with isn't going to suddenly think less of you." She pressed her lips against Mickayla's then, in a long, and slow kiss.

"I am," she kissed her again, "A force," another kiss, "of nature." This time, she let the kiss deepen, pushing her tongue past the other woman's lips. The next noise Faye made, as she sunk her fingers into Mickayla's hair was the low rumbled of a needy moan. She groaned and tasted, writhing up, breasts pressed to breasts, legs still trapped. Finally her teeth sunk into her friends lip again, tugging hard, as she had done before in the shower. "I make it very hard to ignore those inner desires. It's who I am. And when you're here with me," she darted her mouth to one side and sucked on Mickayla's neck, groaning again, "I am undeniable."Her tongue darted out over the skin, licking slowly along the arch of the neck. "I'm that much-needed breath of fresh air. I'm that little impulsive voice that tells you...to Take. The. Chance." And punctuating her last words, she nipped at the lobe of Mickayla's right ear, and did her best impression of a Klingon growl.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on September 02, 2020, 04:29:26 AM
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Mickayla was in a blissful state as she listened to Faye’s sultry response to her question. And her response was not just in her words but what she did to Mickayla that drove the Klingon wild with desire. A part of her mind told her that Faye was playing her body like a fiddle to inflame her passions but Mickayla ignored it. She was here to enjoy herself and as much as she preferred to be in control, sometimes, ceding a little control was a good thing. Given how much of her attention was being diverted to the erogenous zones she had self-discovered over the previous week, she wasn’t thinking it was a bad thing at all. And then Faye growled in her ear.

An instinct, a memory or a wanton desire needing desperately to be fulfilled, Mickayla wasn’t sure but the result was the same. Her inflamed passions took hold anew and boiled through any of the doubts or questions she had left. All that remained was her need to have the Betazoid. To take her and possess her and have her way with her. Just not all at once.

“Impulsive is right,” Mickayla responded, grinding her own hips downward and against Faye’s body as she stared into the deep brown eyes of her lover. “And those desires you speak of ignoring. Well, I’m not ignoring them anymore. I’m not ignoring anything tonight,” she declared as she leant forward, squashing her breasts into Faye’s as she pressed her lips to the Betazoid’s. “Tonight, it's all on the table. And I bet you have ideas running through that head of yours that you want to do to me. And I know I have some that I want to do to you. In time.”

“For now though,” Mickayla continued, sliding her off Faye’s body and down beside her, pressing herself against her the counsellor's side and stretching out across the tub. “Tell me one thing you want to do to me. One thing and then I will tell you one thing.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on September 02, 2020, 11:45:15 PM
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Every good diplomat knew that words were all well and good, the tools of the trade as it were, but actions spoke loudly. They were the devil in the details. The little raised eyebrows across a table when reading a treaty. The slight set of someones jaw, the tilt of a head. The tapping of fingers. The little noise in the back of the throat, the set of the hips, all of it. Each little micro trigger spoke volumes if you knew how to understand the language. And if you were very fluent, you could turn that on its head, and speak the unspoken back to the target. In this case, as she bit, and as she growled at Mickayla, she was doing just that. Going for the metaphorical jugular by putting herself out there on a more Klingon wavelength than just a standard Betazoid one. 

Even if her friend was still adjusting to being genetically a full Klingon, Faye was betting she could use those little micro triggers to get the reactions she wanted out of the security officer, to get her to indulge her instincts and desires. And, if the evidence unfolding before her was any sort of judge to go by, she'd done quite well indeed. Speaking that language could be difficult, but she thought she'd managed. After all, she could cheat, to an extent, and was feeling the swelling delight and desire within her friends emotions.

Coal-black eyes stared back up at Mickayla as she spoke of impulse and desire, and ground against the lithe woman beneath the warm bathwater. Faye wiggled a bit, and returned the kiss imparted upon her, making another soft noise in the back of her throat. For a moment, the diplomat thought she was going to be taken like that, against the side of the tub. It would not have surprised her in the slightest if Mickayla had wormed a hand between them, and curled her fingers right up inside of Faye with no more preamble than the hungry kiss they shared. And in truth, the Klingon did lift up and Faye felt her breath catching in her throat, in anticipation of what wast to come.

Which was Mickayla flopping down right beside her in the bathtub. Not at all an unpleasant outcome, but it did surprise Faye. She did a slow blink, and then smiled, twisting a bit in the tub so she could get a better view of the naked Klingon in turn. Stretching one of her own legs out, she ran the side of her foot up and down her friends calf, pursing her lips. "One thing I want to try with you tonight?"

While the words came out as a question, Faye already knew the answer. She brought a finger to her lips and tapped it there, holding her chin in her hand and making an exaggerated expression of deep thought. There were a plethora of options, some which would involve getting out of the tub, and making use of the replicator. Plenty could be done in the tub however. And she was certain, based on Mickayla's earlier confession, that anything she really wanted to dive in and do would be a first. So she might as well test the waters - ha - and see just how Mickayla rolled with some non-standard options for play.

"Hmmmmmm, how about...." she raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, then dropped them back down to Mickayla with a wicked little grin. Go big or go home girl, she thought, offering up, "Butt stuff." Her eyes twinkled and she giggled at the other woman's expression. "A little finger her, a little tongue there. It can make someone squirm in all kinds of delightful ways." It was a bit more of a raunchy idea, and more than a little hit or miss, at least in Faye's experience. She'd discovered she rather enjoyed the sensations, but it was far from a common desire. The Betazoid imagined if Faye had said she'd wanted to ride Mickayla's face - which she did - that would have gone over well enough. She was more curious to see how far out of her comfort zone Mickayla was interested in venturing. 
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on September 10, 2020, 01:13:18 PM
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The exaggerated way that Faye went about thinking of her answer told Mickayla all she needed to know about the Betazoid’s response. The officer had already decided on it the instant after Mickayla has asked the question and now she was making a teasing show of it. And this was only confirmed by the wicked grin that appeared on Faye’s face as she looked at the Klingon to deliver her answer.

“Butt stuff,” she said, sending Mickayla’s eyebrows to the ceiling as her mind raced through the possibilities. "A little finger her, a little tongue there. It can make someone squirm in all kinds of delightful ways." Truthfully, Mickayla had always avoided anything to do with ‘butt stuff’ as Faye described it, never having seen the appeal of the attraction to it herself. It seemed though, that if she was to keep her word, then she would be experimenting with it tonight.

“I wasn’t expecting that for an answer but alright then,” Mickayla commented as she reached out to trace the curve of Faye’s breast in the water. “I, ah, I want to try that strap-on that you were talking about. To feel what it’s like to push into another person rather than be the one being pushed into. To be on top and in control,” she described, the words flowing from her without worry about what her companion would think of her.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on September 10, 2020, 11:17:25 PM
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Mickayla's reaction had been par for course with what Faye had expected. A bit of surprise, a hint of trepidation, and slight discomfort, along side mild curiosity and the realization that she would at least have to give it a shot since Faye had brought it up. There was no out right revulsion, just...confusion as to why someone might with to indulge in such play. And that was totally a fair concern, and utterly valid as far as Faye was concerned. She did not think any less of Mickayla for the way she felt about acts of that nature. One couldn't be sure until one tried something if it would be enjoyable or not. She knew there was always the chance of a bad first time. If things weren't taken slow, if the person doing the actual playing didn't know what they were about, it could be very unpleasant. That was okay though.

Flashing her a grin, she shrugged her shoulders up and down. "I like to be unpredictable Mickayla. Goes along with being named 'Faye.' I like to imagine that I exhibit some of the flighty, erratic nature of my name sake." Faye just assumed that Mickayla, having grown up on Earth if she remembered correctly, had heard the tails of the fair folk at some point in her life. And if not she'd fill her in later. 

A shiver rippled over her body when the Security officer ran a finger over her breast, and another followed as Mickayla explained her own desire, one of the things she wished to indulge in that evening. Or just in general. It was a great idea, and Faye could just about picture it in her head, how it might play out. Her smile turned languid and she slowly ran her tongue over her lips, keeping her eyes on the Klingon woman. "You like the idea of pushing me down on the bed and having your way with me eh? Making me squirm with each and every thrust?" 

Yes, she was laying it on extra thick. She wiggled her hips, and stretched a foot out to run it up and down her friends leg, as she bit down on her own lip and wagged her eyebrows a bit. "I may have a replicator program for one of those saved in the system. Might need to adjust the proportions slightly, though the straps themselves are the kind of thing you can adjust on their own once we're fitting the toy on you." She took the security officers hand in her own, squeezing it gently, and then raising it up to plant a kiss on a finger tip, looking at the other woman as she did. 

"They can be designed so that the person doing the trusting is either feeling pressure against her pelvis, rubbing and teasing that way, or with an inward facing attachment as well, so you'd feel it every time you thrust into me. Of course that will require us to get out of the tub to replicate, but I promise if that's something you wan to do tonight, we'll do it. Or well, you'll do me I guess is the better way to put it." She giggled as she spoke, and then sucked the girls finger tip between her lips, humming and watching. There was no judgement, just eager anticipation of the act described by the Klingon. Given how physically powerful the security officer was compared to the diplomat, Faye imagined it would be a delightful romp.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on September 20, 2020, 01:35:25 PM
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Mickayla’s breathing became noticeably more laboured as Faye spoke, her explanation and descriptions of what Mickayla had said painting a picture so real in the Klingon’s mind that her body shivered in anticipation of experiencing it. And the Betazoid running her foot up and down her calf was only adding to the fire within her. A fire that wanted to hold and possess her companion. Later, in hindsight, Mickayla would realise that those were her Klingon instincts rising within her. But not tonight.

“I, ah,” Mickayla began, pausing when Faye began to suck on one of her fingers. The act was so sensual and unexpected that Mickayla sighed at her own body’s reaction. She never would have guessed that something so simple could be so enjoyable. It also had the double act of giving the Klingon the mental image of Faye sucking on something, though in her mind, it was not her finger that the Betazoid had in her mouth. “They both sound nice,” Mickayla admitted once she got herself under control. “But think I’d like the, ah, attachment option more. If that’s ok?”

“And, umm,” Mickayla continued, trying not to be too eager and ruin everything. “Maybe we should try your idea first. The, ah, butt stuff you described,” she said, admitting to herself that she was curious as she thought about it more. “You are the host after all,” she added. “We could start whenever you wanted to.” Her last words she had been hesitant to say, thinking it might come across as too fervid or overly zealous, but they were out now, and it was up to Faye how long they would remain in the tub.

“Not much longer, I hope. Or I might change my mind and start first right here.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on September 24, 2020, 11:56:23 PM
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Having prior experience for situations such as this did give Faye an advantage over the Klingon currently sharing the tub with her. She ran her tongue gently over her friends finger tip, trapped between her lips and hummed low in the back of her throat as she did. It was laying thing on a bit thick, yes, but Faye did not particularly care. She knew that Mickayla had desires, and ones that she wished to explore further, so Faye would do her best to help nudge her along. And again, she was pulling on experience, though not exactly in finger sucking. 

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

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

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

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

Eager much? Why yes, yes I am. 
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on September 25, 2020, 02:21:26 AM
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 Just when she thought she couldn’t get any hornier, Faye began to lick the finger she was sucking on and Mickayla’s mind took off, imagining that it was not her finger that was within the moist confines of her lips. The pop that seemed to echo around the bathroom was unexpected but left the Klingon wanting more. She would not have to wait long Faye began to kiss her; each one being separated by a few words that together explained what the Betazoid needed her to do.

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

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

“Ready when you are.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on September 25, 2020, 04:37:13 AM
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Anticipation bubbled just under the surface of Faye's perception of Mickayla, as impactful to the Betazoid as the bubbling water all around her in the warmth of her bath. She was soaked to the bone, even though she had some of her body above the bathwater, and sufficed with a deep warmth from the heat inside the tub enclosure. Her hair was slicked back, her skin slick, and her eyes sparked with little bits of reflected light in the other wise dark pits.  They lingered on the Klingon as she maneuvered herself into position for Faye, swinging her hips up and out of the water as she readjusted her position to lean against the edge of the tub with her bum pointed back toward the center. 

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

It was a gift.

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

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

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

"I promised I'd make this feel good," she reminded her lover for the night, meeting here yes once  more, and then dragging her tongue up between the girls legs, licking from where her thumb was teasing, all along the other woman's folds, in a broad stroke. But she didn't stop there. This was about the butt, and seeing if Mickayla actually liked that or not. So her tongue kept right on going, until it swept up between her friends cheeks, and lapped over her tightly wound rim. She paused, gauging Mckayla's reaction, and did it again. And again. "How does it feel?" she asked adding, "Its a good way to warm you up for what comes next." And with that thought firmly pressed into her friends mind, she resumed her oral teasing. All the while her thumb worked in steady circles lower and more forward, across those succulent petals.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on October 27, 2020, 03:13:04 AM
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Despite the warmth of the bath, at the first touch of Faye’s hand against her thigh, a shiver ran through Mickayla’s body; her anticipation of what was about to happen heightening how sensitive her skin was. As Faye’s fingertips walked up her leg and across her bum, Mickayla almost demanded that the officer stop teasing her. She wanted to know if she would like what was about to happen. She almost growled at the Betazoid when she suggested that that Mickayla needed to be more worked up.

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

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

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

“Aos Sith, if this is the warmup, what comes next could end me.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on October 29, 2020, 06:21:45 PM
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The wave of surprise and pleasure rose, crested, and crashed down across Faye's mental ocean, the telepath picking up the over all pleased sensations from her partner. A triumphant smile curled over her lips as she pulled her tongue back for a moment and took a steadying breath, setting aside the desire she felt for her own needs to focus on what she intended to do to the Klingon. She loved exploration - it was why she was in Starfleet. She loved getting everyone to be mostly happy - it was why she was a diplomat. And she loved fucking about. The hedonist in her. Unrepentant by her nature and her nurture, getting to combine these traits in any given moment happened to be a real treat for Faye, such as now, helping Mickayla explore herself, and new sensations. 

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

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

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

Gasping for breath, she pulled back again and pulled her wet thumb out of Mickayla with a pop. "Ready for the next bit?" she asked, but did not give the warrior woman a moment to really think about it, before she pressed her thumb against the rim, and pushed, into her bum this time, instead of her cunt. 
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on December 06, 2020, 02:44:25 PM
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“French!” Mickayla mentally exclaimed as she shivered again, moaning as Faye continued her mission to slowly drive her crazy with pleasure. She tried to concentrate but the Betazoid’s repeated trips between her words, from slick pussy to sensitive arse, were driving the Klingon to distraction. The attention being paid to her tight rear was so new, so taboo, that Mickayla’s mind was almost overwhelmed. Her concentration was returned however, when Faye literally bit her arse, leaving the Klingon centred to experience anew everything that Faye was doing to her, as well as her pronouncement.

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

Mickayla was just starting to come back down when she Faye asked if she was ready for the next bit. Her response was cut off, however, as the Betazoid took her thumb and pushed it inside of the Klingons arse, penetrating her tightest entrance using Mickayla’s own juices as lubrication. It was new, it was exciting and, to her surprise, Mickayla found herself enjoying the feeling of being stretched back there. Perhaps it was knowing that it was done with care, love and desire but either way, Mickayla wondered what else she could be made to feel if she continued to let herself go in the Betazoid’s presence.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on December 07, 2020, 08:58:31 PM
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Nonverbal communication was a skill set that Faye had developed over the years of her diplomatic training and service, One had to be able to read others, and to send little signals, without the act of actually speaking, to be a successful diplomat. The way a cup was arranged on a table, the way someone held their hands, or their head. The lowering of eyes at just he right moment. It was an art form, something which Diplomats and spies shared in common. Faye was often able to cheat, when it came to reading non verbal cues herself, by letting her telepathic and empathic abilities loose. But she still had to work and actively practice and assert such ques herself as she could not rely on a telepath to be on the opposite side of any negotiation.

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

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

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

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

"Gods above you're tasty," Faye encouraged. A bit of verbal communication probably wouldn't hurt either.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on December 08, 2020, 09:45:38 AM
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"Fuck!” Mickayla screamed in her mind as another orgasm overtook her. This was her second since Faye had started working on her and they hadn’t even made it out of the bathtub yet. Faye was working her thumb in and out of Mickayla’s bum at a steady rate and the Klingon was enjoying it immensely. So much so that she almost began to moan in disappointment when the digit retreated from her hole, only for the feeling of fullness to return and send another wave of pleasure through the Klingon. 

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

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

"Gods above you're tasty.”

“And when do I get to taste you?” The question was past her lips before she had even thought about it and a blush returned to her face even as she bit her bottom lip in bliss. Another peak was approaching rapidly. “Ah, not that I, oh, want you to stop or anything,” Mickayla moaned out. “But two-way street and, oh fuck, ALL!!!!!!!” she groaned out as her third orgasm for the evening crashed over her.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on December 11, 2020, 08:24:17 PM
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Faye was simply delighted with how well Mickayla was taking to the stimulation the girl was dishing out. Sure, the diplomat knew she was talented and plenty to experience, but that was no guarantee that the person on the receiving end would enjoy the affections and attentions played out upon their body. Especially when they were trying something new. So there was deep satisfaction within the Betazoid as she drove her friend through a series of toe curling orgasms.

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

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

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

Pulling her mouth away from the tasty morsel she'd been devouring, Faye rose up on her knees and leaned over Mickayla. She didn't ease up with her fingers, wiggling them about in an effort to stretch Mickayla's horizons, among other things. But she started pressing kisses up the girls spine, until she pressed her chest to the other woman's broad back. Wiggling against her she purred, inviting, "You can taste whatever you want, whenever you want." A giggle slipped out as she added, "Every inch of me is all yours tonight. You just have to tell me when you want to switch things up, Mickayla."
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on December 15, 2020, 11:03:42 AM
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“I remember,” Mickayla responded after she had regained at least a little control of herself. Faye’s fingers were still wiggling about inside her bum, stretching her while the Betazoid’s weight rested on her back, the hard points of her nipples digging into the Klingon’s skin. “And as much as I am going to miss having you inside me, I think it is time that I get to explore you a little bit. But I think we should leave the water for that. We won’t turn into a pair of prunes then,” Mickayla observed, her mind flashing back to the day the two of them had spent down on Aldea. Walking along the beach nude had been both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, her only adornments being a hat and the piercing she had received only that morning. She was pretty sure that she could feel Faye’s piercing pressing into her back as well.

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

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

“So, ah, bed or couch for this next part?” leaving unspoken what her mind was clearly imagining.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on December 17, 2020, 09:05:52 PM
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"Prune juice might be a warriors drink," Faye noted with an amused grin as she popped her fingers out of Mickayla, licking at her lips and taking breath to steady herself. "But you're right, its a horrible look for one's body." As if to accentuate that point, she slowly pulled her hands down her chest and torso, drawing her friends gaze. Her skin was mostly smooth - perhaps the fingertips were slightly wrinkled at this point - and her smile was delightfully wicked. Putting action to words however, she rolled herself up and out of the bath dripping water onto the tile floor not terribly worried about it pooling, as drains in the floor would take care of that sooner or later. 

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

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

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

While Faye had some personal favorites, she wanted to let her friend set the pace here going forward. She'd keyed her up, tipped her over the edge a few times and let the woman's ass get a good stretching from her fingers. She wanted to accommodate Mickayla's own exploratory efforts, and part of that was ensuring that the other woman was able to express herself, and have her own agency in the journey ahead.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on December 22, 2020, 10:32:25 AM
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Faye didn’t answer immediately, instead stretching lazily and giving Mickayla a wonderful visage of her lithe Betazoid body. Entranced, Mickayla didn’t quite hear what Faye said to her and her fingers surrendered her towel without a struggle. Her mind vaguely noted that that solved the question of if it was worth wrapping the towel around her body, but it didn’t register to the Klingon in any meaningful way, as distracted as she was.

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

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

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

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

“Would you mind, um, filling me up again?”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on December 28, 2020, 02:26:48 AM
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Watching Mickayla dither about for a moment was simply cute, thoughts and desires warring about within her playmate of the night. The woman strutted her way through the room, toward the front area and the replicator, and Faye's eyes eagerly followed. She did nothing to disguise the hunger she felt for the other woman, nor her appreciation for her still glistening physical form. The darkness of her skin, the fullness of her hips, the ridges along her brown and spine. Those powerful muscles that lay under the skin, tensing with each little stride. She could understand the fascination many held when it came to the primal nature of Klingon warriors. 

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

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

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

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

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

"How does that feel?"
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on December 30, 2020, 12:04:55 PM
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The coolness of the tabletop was in stark contrast to the heat of the bathroom and the tub within, some of which had permeated outwards through the bedroom to the main room. And that coolness was causing her skin to tingle where the two met as she lay across the table, specifically, her nipples had hardened so much that Mickayla almost wondered if she would be able to cut glass with them. They were two sharp points beneath her that twisted ever so gently at each breath she took. And she was breathing, her exhilaration and anticipation of what she had asked and what would come after filling her with nervous energy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll have to forgive me, but this is my first time so I’m not exactly sure what I am doing,” Mickayla explained before leaning forward and running her tongue through the folds of Faye’s womanhood, tasting the different flavour of her sex as compared to her own.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on January 10, 2021, 03:50:45 AM
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Giggling again, Faye allowed herself to soak up the moment, feeling the new sensations rippling though Mickayla's bum, and that pleasing surprise of pleasure that the other woman was feeling. She could easily imagine how that felt - despite the warming nature of the oil, that metal would still be somewhat cool inside of the other woman, and unrelentingly solid. Not so bad that it would hurt (she hoped) but solid enough to be felt with every little move the Klingon made. Honestly given what she knew about Klingon's she'd be very surprised if they didn't have a version of this themselves. Something she would research at a later date.

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

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

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

"Well you're off to a really good start," the diplomat crooned, wiggling her hips a bit and adjusting her position on the table. "MMm take it slow for a moment, get a feeling for how it all..ah, feels on your tongue yeah? I tend to start with broad strokes and then narrow down but," she sucked in a slow breath, "Just play around a bit with your tongue. If I don't like something, I'll let you know."
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on January 11, 2021, 08:24:22 AM
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The texture of the carpeted deck under her knees contrasted well against the smoothness of Faye’s skin under Mickayla’s hands. She had shifted her grip as she knelt with her hands now laying atop the diplomat’s thighs to help support her upper body as she leant forward. She had dived right in, so to speak, without looking first to see what it might feel like and was pleasantly surprised at the taste of the Betazoid. 

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

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

“Start shallow and work deeper,” Mickayla mused, thinking of the selection of toys she had replicated.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on January 28, 2021, 07:21:12 PM
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Were she actively trying to read the thoughts of Mickayla, and not simply just picking up surface level emotional impressions, Faye would argue strenuously about taste, and point out how it was a very personal and subjective thing for each individual. Faye rather enjoyed the way the Klingon tasted against her tongue. She would have to allow that the security non-com was of course entitled to her own opinion on the subject, but that she should not sell herself short. Beyond that however, any further argument would be rather redundant. Given that Faye wasn't trying to pick up distinct thoughts though, the matter lay silent between the two.

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

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

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

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

Eye contract broke as Faye's head fell back, long strands of wet hair streaming from her back and fanning down, toward the surface of the table behind her. The teasing of her clit, followed by that slow gentle probing had her petals spreading wide for her friend, sure to give plenty to from for Mickayla to place her tongue wherever she liked, as deep as she could manage. It might take a few minutes, but Faye had no doubt in the other woman's abilities to tickle and taste deep within her. By now, Faye had one of her legs lazily tossed over Mickayla's shoulder, the heel digging into her back, while the other swung back and forth in front of the table. She was set too high up to touch the floor with her legs, leaving them dangling as her hips began to slowly, steadily grind against the Klingon's face, the slow circles an unconscious act on Faye's behalf.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on January 29, 2021, 01:17:46 AM
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Mickayla’s hands were busy grasping Faye’s thighs as the Klingon’s mouth remained focused on the Betazoid’s groin. Faye was wiggling about with each action from Mickayla’s mouth, the ensuing sounds from Faye, if not outright encouragement from her, doing wonders for the Klingons confidence. It was the first time using her mouth to pleasure another female and she didn’t want to disappoint Faye. She carried on, trying to give as much pleasure to her lover as she herself had, and continued to receive courtesy of the plug in her ass.

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

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

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

Which was a lot.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on February 07, 2021, 04:58:39 PM
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With those warm hands on her, Faye was essentially locked into place, her cunt pressing to Mickayla's face. She wasn't complaining about this. Far form it in fact. What Mickayla might lack in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. Which for Faye was quiet infectious. Craving the desire she felt from the other woman just as much as the actual physical attention to per sopping wet core, Faye let her head fall back in a long, ragged moan, her view shifted from the security officer to the ceiling of her current quartering assignment.  The noisier Faye got, the more her friend grew in confidence, which in turn helped with the pleasure she was unleashing. 

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

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

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

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

"Tonight Im a...oh gods...blank canvas for you to paint and explore as you will." Okay, so she wasn't great at metaphors while getting finger fucked on her table.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on February 08, 2021, 02:39:15 PM
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Faye was dripping with excitement and Mickayla soon found that most of her lower face was liberally coated in the Betazoid’s juices. Somehow though, Mickayla didn’t think Faye would have minded if she had stood up right then and kissed her, besides the Klingon stopping what she was doing to the Betazoid’s womanhood. Speaking from personal experience, being stopped part way through was extremely frustrating. Her finger was probing Faye’s depths and as much as Mickayla wanted to put a second in, she didn’t want to stretch Faye out too much; not when she couldn’t look into her eyes as she was spread wide.

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

“I want you to cum for my Faye,” Mickayla declared, pulling her finger out and reaching to grab the smallest of the dildos she had replicated. “I want to see you cum before I take you,” she said, setting the toy in place of her finger and beginning to slowly insert it. As wet as Faye was, she could have shoved it to the hilt but this wasn’t about filling her lover, this was about teasing.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on February 09, 2021, 04:50:06 PM
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Faye could tell that Mickayla was simply brimming with ideas and notions that she wished to employ upon the Betazoid diplomat. There was such an abundance that Faye had to wonder if she would need to make her way to Sickbay at some point tomorrow to make sure she could walk straight when she went to her duty station for her shift. Not that she minded, and nor would it be the first time such an occurrence had happened. Dating a Nurse usually meant that this sort of muscle treatment and tune ups could be done in the privacy of her own quarters but with the two of them on staggered shifts she might simply have to hit up the duty nurse instead. Whomever was on call when she came in would surely have seen far worse, and she wasn't above a little veiled gossip and teasing. She made no effort to deny some of her more hedonistic tendencies and for the most part she never got any grief as long as her duties weren't impacted. 

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

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

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

"I won't break. I promise." A bold declaration from one that was of an undeniably more fragile species than the other, but it was true. She could handle more of the toy than had been given. She knew - or at the very least suspected - that Mickayla understood that and was being deliberately slow to tease Faye. We each have our own role to play in this game...
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on February 16, 2021, 02:34:22 PM
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“I’m counting on that for later,” Mickayla responded when Faye declared that she wouldn’t break if Mickayla went harder. The Betazoid was looking delightfully shiny as her body began to develop a layer of perspiration. Mickayla herself had experienced that same effect several times when she had played with herself, amazed that she would work so hard, and be so exhausted, without ever leaving her back. And with what she had planned, she knew that she would end up just as sweaty as Faye, if not more so, before the night was over.

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

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

“Pussy, I like the sound of that word.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on February 21, 2021, 10:03:20 PM
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The struggle not to really peek into Mickayla's mind was the strongest when she was getting fucked by the other woman. Reading surface emotions was one thing, but unlike with Riley, where she had permission and free reign to peek, she did not want to cross that border with the Klingon woman. But as her friend promised that she was 'counting on' Faye not breaking later, the little telepath wanted nothing more than to know what was in store for her. Once again her impatient side was showing itself, but this would (aside from being something of an ethical violation0 be cheating in the game that was unfolding. Faye would simply have to satisfy herself with the satisfied feeling of anticipation that Mickayla was broadcasting across her emotional spectrum, rather than delving deep for details.

The waiting was the hardest part. Truly. 

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

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

When it came to sex a few things were key - eye contact was one of them. Faye and Mickayla's gaze remained locked as Faye nodded her her head up and down, those charcoal black eyes wide. Face flushed, she licked her lips, mimicking her friend before the tongue darted out, sending bolts of pleasing lighting coursing through her. "Oh yes, I'll cum if you...fuck keep doing that. That, just like that, just like...ahh. fuck me...fuck me fuck me fuck my pussy oh fuck me yes yes, fuck my pussy faster, please faster faster yessss." In short order Faye was reduced to begging, asking for all the things that her friend couldn't just read out of her mind.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on March 03, 2021, 03:53:25 PM
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When Faye started begging, Mickayla idly wondered if the Betazoid was peeking into her mind. She couldn’t fault her if she was as the Klingon was giving it all she was worth to drive Faye absolutely crazy and, if she was any judge on the matter, completely succeeding. Faye’s pussy was slick, her juices almost flowing out of her and over Mickayla’s hand where she was pumping the dildo in and out of her. Faye was close, needing only something a little extra to send her crashing over the edge.

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

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

“See what is to come...”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on March 08, 2021, 03:10:24 AM
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Faye's body sang a song as old as time, her heart throbbing faster in her chest as her pulse raced and her libido chased that sweet, brilliant point of bliss that she knew lay just out of her own reach. This was not something that - at the moment at least -she could achieve herself. She could of course thrust her hand down between her legs, pushing Mickayla's face out of the way, and flick her aching clit in the fashion she knew would eventually get her to that point of tumbling over into a climax - but where was the fun in that? She didn't want to be the one to make herself orgasm. She could do that any time. No, Faye wanted Mickayla to make her cum, in part because it was simply more fun to have someone else do that, and in part to give the Klingon woman more confidence in her explorations of her own sexuality.

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

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

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

"uuuuhhhhhgggghhhffffuck," Hardly the dignified response of a trained and experienced diplomatic specialist, and yet, this was the best the woman could manage as she finally hit that first orgasm, clamping down and spasming around the dildo the Klingon was using. What use did Faye have for dignity in a moment like that, when pleasure was swiftly coursing through her body, causing it to tense, then buck, temporarily blacking out any thoughts of her own in a deep, abiding orgasmic bliss.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on March 24, 2021, 03:39:44 AM
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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.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on April 07, 2021, 10:07:55 PM
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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.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on May 04, 2021, 02:42:04 AM
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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!”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on June 08, 2021, 05:09:59 AM
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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.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on July 06, 2021, 04:53:00 PM
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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.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on August 22, 2021, 11:03:25 PM
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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.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on September 23, 2021, 03:29:12 AM
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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.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on October 20, 2021, 11:48:46 PM
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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.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on November 22, 2021, 03:18:42 PM
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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!”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on December 06, 2021, 01:32:53 AM
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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.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on January 13, 2022, 03:40:29 PM
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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.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on January 19, 2022, 04:42:08 AM
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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?
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on January 19, 2022, 02:48:51 PM
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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.”
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on January 29, 2022, 12:44:59 AM
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Faye's mother had some saying or another that she was fond of, about wickedness, and comeuppance. Faye's mother had all sorts of sayings for any sort of situation, as was the custom of her culture back on Earth. The Betazoid child she had adopted was often puzzled by those sayings, until she grew older and met more humans. They made much more sense after her years at the Academy. Faye of course did not make a habit of thinking about the woman that had raised her while she was engaging in intimate activities of a sexual nature. That was generally speaking, a huge turn off for the woman, as she imagined it would be for anyone not suffering under an oedipus complex. Tonight however, the ghost of the memory of one of her mother's sayings came up to the fore front of her mind, regardless of her general desire to separate getting a good fucking from anything whatsoever related to her family. 

She was immensely annoyed that she could not recall the specifics, to see if they applied to the situation she found herself in. Then again, she had baited the Klingon, and Mickayla's people probably had a saying of their own about how foolish that was. Klingon's were as fond of sayings and proverbs as Humans from that weird place called Texas where her mother had been born. She was fairly certain neither group would appreciate the comparison, and wasn't about to bring it up now. She had more important issues at hand in any event.

For one, it had taken very little effort on her part (a modest confession of desire, a little rough fucking with a toy a tad thicker than her partner of the night was used to) for her to help Mickayla hit another orgasm. Faye had considered keeping a tally but really the total number was irrelevant and she needed her brain to focus on fucking her friend senseless, not keeping score. She was above such petty things, she insisted to herself as she drove that dildo deeper with each twisting thrust (the twist was key, she was certain).

Nibbling on some pert nipples was a pleasing distraction as Faye kept up a steady pace, feeling another orgasm ripple across her friend. She herself was dripping at this point, basking in the empathic riptide she'd been caught up in as the Klingon woman succumbed to the throes of passion that the diplomat delivered. Never mind that her wrist was getting a bit sore from all the twisting and thrusting - it was a price well worth paying for temporarily robbing her friend of all her senses. 

Ego? What ego? 

Everything began to shift once Mickayla got her wits about her once more. The kiss was the first clue. As far as kisses went, it was pretty damn great, in Faye's expert opinion. Kissing was a whole different level of intimacy, in truth. She had fucked people raw and not once pressed her lips to them. With people she liked - friends or lovers, generally - kissing was a bit of an extra bonus. And this was turning into a really great kiss. Of course during all of this the tables were turned. 

'Be careful what you wish for,' while not being the specific saying she had been looking for was certainly an app one all the same, as suddenly Faye was not the one doing the fucking. Faye let out a little yelp - which was utterly muffled by the swift return of Mickayla's lips - and soon found herself pressed chest to chest with the other girl. While the Klingon was bustier than Faye was, she wasn't complaining. Far from it, in fact, feeling her own smaller orbs pressed in against the Klingon's larger one's was a delightful sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. The shivers only intensified as two strong hands gripped her ass and lifted her up.

Throwing her arms around the other woman's neck, she held on tightly, until she was returned to the table of their previous encounter. I am going to have to give this a deep cleaning, she thought idly as she settled onto the relatively colder surface (not that there was really any cold place in her quarters after running the shower for as long as she had, and all the screwing around assuredly left her feeling hot and bothered in every way).

"You're excused," the diplomat teased playfully, though there was a breathless quality to her words as she recovered from the kissing. Excitement ran through her and she started to swing her legs idly, the toes just barely able to brush the carpet if she stretched. And it felt good to stretch as Mickayla meandered away. Unfortunately, the Klingon appeared to have little experience in sorting out the strap-on she had gone for, and swore as she muddled her efforts. It brought a smile to Faye's face, for she found the whole thing rather adorable. Perhaps not the confident, arousing persona that Mickayla had wanted to put forward however. 

"Allow me," Faye said, easing herself down and gingerly walking over to the other woman. With practiced familiarity, Faye untangled the leather straps that would hold the device to Mickayla, and then began to guide the security non-com into the rig. "Let's start with the left leg shall we?"

The whole thing took maybe five minutes to get properly situated. Especially given that Faye took her time with hooking up the bits that would rub against, or sink into Mickayla. She wanted to be sure that whatever pleasure she herself was feeling, her less experienced friend would also be getting physical enjoyment out of the act, not just the emotional satisfaction that came with fucking someone. Once happy, she gave the jutting dildo strapped to Mickayla a jaunty flick, sending it bobbing up and down as she sauntered herself back up onto the table.

Kicking her legs out wide - offering up another view of her swollen, slightly red and very wet cunt - Faye braced herself by gripping the edge of the table. An almost manic grin of delight split her face as she tossed sweaty hair back and fixed her gaze firmly on Mickayla, purring, "I believe you have something for me, Miss MacGregor ?"
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on August 19, 2022, 05:21:30 PM
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She wasn’t sure how she had managed it my Faye had the harness untangled in an instant and herself strapped within it mere seconds later. It was phenomenal the speed with which the Betazoid had manipulated everything until the harness was securely fixed around the Klingon’s hips with the inner dildo just casually separating the folds of Mickayla’s womanhood. When she speared her way into Faye, that Dildo would spear into her as well, impaling the two of them simultaneously. Which was the whole plan.

Watching Faye saunter back to the table, her bum jiggling with each step, Mickayla was hard pressed not to tackle her to the carpet. When she turned and mounted the table, spreading her legs widely, the Klingon unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation of what was about to happen. Still though, she held her ground...until Faye spoke.

"I believe you have something for me, Miss MacGregor?" Faye purred. And that was all it took to once again shatter what control the Klingon had and she sprang across the floor, the dildo bobbing with each movement, to take up a position between Faye’s legs. Grasping the Artificial phallus with one hand, she rested her other on a Betazoid hip to steady them both.

“I do,” Mickayla confirmed, rubbing the tip of the dildo against Faye’s glistening lips. “And I am going to give you it alllllllll.....” The last word descended into a moan of pleasure as Mickayla thrust her hips forward and clenched her ass around the buttplug. The motion sent a dildo spearing into the depths of Betazoid and Klingon pussy alike as Mickayla continued to push home.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on October 13, 2022, 04:36:22 AM
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For just a moment, there was that sweet feeling of pure anticipation. Knowing what was going to happen, eagerly awaiting for it, but not quite yet feeling it. Imagining the penetration, the force, the stretching that would come, feeling her heart begin to race all over again, thumping beneath her breasts. Perspiration beading on her skin, running down the hollow of her throat, which in itself contracted, bracing and ready for what was to come. A deep breath, and another, as the Klingon woman crossed the room toward her, like a great, majestic cat, stalking her prey. Faye never felt so small as in that moment, and never more eager to find out just how it would feel. 

As good an imagination as she had, it paled in comparison to the actual result. It always did, and that was what Faye loved about moments like these. Moments when her partner let loose, gave in and embraced their base instincts. To take. To claim. To fuck and ravage. Taunting the Klingon, while in a friendly fashion, had ensured that Faye would get exactly what she wanted out of the moment, and that the security officer would push herself past some of her own hang-ups all in one go. A win all around, and the plastic phallus wasn't the only cocky thing in the Betazoid's quarters. 

A sharp yelp rang out in the room, and not for the first time, Faye was glad that most quarters were heavily soundproofed. Her cry warbled and curled down into a long groan as she slid back on the table, pushed away from the edge by the force of Mikayla's thrust. Sure enough, the toy was stretching her, even though she'd already been thoroughly fucked earlier in the night, and had been dripping and ready for something thick and solid between her legs the entire time she had been getting the other girl off. Even with all of that, this toy was much bigger than the one from earlier, and this one was filling her cunt up in a rapid fashion. There was no pretending that it didn't hurt, but it was, as they saying went, a good hurt.

Faye's knuckles went white as she kept herself braced on the table. She considered throwing her arms around Mickayla, and clinging on for dear life, but thought - when she could think and not just see dancing stars in her vision - the table would give her extra leverage and allow Mikayla a better outlet for pent up desire. Then there was the fact that the strap on that was currently shoved inside Faye had another end, facing back from the harness, wedged up into the Klingon's cunt. The harder the Chief fucked Faye, the more that toy would fuck Mickayla in turn. 

So even though her head was already swimming and a ragged cry of, "FUCK," had left her throat feeling as raw and violated as her pussy, Faye doubled down, and rocked her hips forward. This forced about another inch of the toy deep into her, but she knew at the same time it would send a jolt back down the well made fake prick, and hopefully cause a nice throbbing wave of pleasure for her ferocious partner.

"Give it to me, give it to me, come on baby give it to me, don't you dare ~ohhh fuck~ hold back." There was a keening tone laced in with her demands, each one punctuated by a roll of her hips, her ass sliding back and forth on the table, the low lights glistening off sweat soaked skin, and her mind wide open, drowning in all the feelings and desires of her friend as she explored the depths of their shared need.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Stegro88 on January 05, 2023, 04:43:09 PM
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Mickayla groaned as she felt herself being filled by the dildo strapped to her hips. Despite it penetrating her from the moment she put the harness on, the rocking of her hips as she worked to push the other end into Faye’s pussy caused the end within her own pussy to be worked even deeper. And ass wasn’t being excluded either as with every thrust, the harness shifted and the strap that passed between her legs rubbed over the plug in her bug, stimulating Mickayla anew. She had thought she’d be over it by now, but she was delighted to be wrong as her insides tingled anew.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Mickayla gasped out between breaths, each of them matched to a rolling of her hips and a thrust that drove equal amounts of synthetic cock into the two lovers. Faye was giving as good as she got and the Betazoid’s movements succeeded in working even more of the twin phalluses into each of them, driving them both wilder. With a keening wail, an orgasm overtook the Klingon and she gripped Faye tighter, not wanting to ease up on the pleasure she was receiving.

"Give it to me, give it to me, come on baby give it to me, don't you dare ~ohhh fuck~ hold back."

There it was. The demand. The want. But most importantly, the permission. Even now, after everything she had experienced with Faye, tonight and before that as well, she felt like she needed the permission to be herself. To release all of the constraints that she had, ultimately, placed on herself and to be the person, the individual that she chose to be. She wondered if she would still have them later, but that thought was drowned under a renewed tidal wave of lust and desire for the Betazoid laying before her and she allowed herself to be carried away on it.

Gripping Faye’s thighs, Mickayla began to make long thrusts, working the dildos almost all the way out of the officer’s pussy before rolling her hips and pushing it back in until her pubic bone met the Betazoid’s. An orgasm broke across her mind like a wave across the shore, but Mickayla was unsatisfied; she wanted more. She began to pick up her pace, beginning to hammer into Faye but found that the table was getting in her way. So, without thinking, the Klingon pulled her lover up, smashing their breasts together before grasping tightly to slick cheeks and lifting Faye completely off the table, supporting her weight with her own body. 

Groaning at the intense pressure the dildo was exerting on her, it being pushed home with Faye’s entire bodyweight, Mickayla turned and pushed the Betazoid up against the bare wall, using it to brace against as she began to work her hips again. Her thrusts bounced Faye upwards with every stroke, before allowing her to fall back down again and catching her in her hands and on the synthetic phallus strapped to her. Between the hard thrust from her landing and their bodies being pressed together, Mickayla’s higher thoughts faded into obscurity as orgasm after orgasm began to crash over her; each one only serving to push her onwards. Their lips met and their tongue’s duelled even as the engorged peaks of their breasts clashed as their hips bucked against each other.

It was a frenzied pace that couldn’t last forever though. Eventually, after time unmeasured, the burning in her thighs seared away the tsunami of pleasure and she returned to herself, standing shakily, holding Faye against the wall of the Ensign’s quarters. Their bodies were shiny and slick with sweat and their chests heaved against each other from their exertions. Her arms ached and she found she barely had the strength to support the Betazoid’s position, much less attempt to dismount her. Seeing only one option available, Mickayla prepared herself before stumbling across the room, groaning from both discomfort and pleasant aftershocks and collapsed onto the couch, Faye still astride her.

“That was....” Mickayla tried to say, barely able to think clearly as she looked up at Faye. “I don’t know how to describe it. Just...wow,” she stammered out after a moment. “I think you broke me,” she added, smiling broadly.
Title: Re: Day 20 [1900 hrs.] Diving Deeper
Post by: Brutus on February 01, 2023, 08:00:47 PM
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Faye would be lying to herself if she tried to pretend that there had not been a moment or two, during their lust filled craze, where she did not wonder, and perhaps even, yes, worry, that she might be split in two. When Mikayla lifted her bodily up off the table and allowed gravity to do the hard work, pushing the double ended toy so very deep into the lither diplomat. Yes, then she worried something might tear, something might go too deep. But instead it went just deep enough. Just to the line between pleasure and pain and kept her balanced there, on the edge of a toy. That had been a mighty powerful orgasm. As had the next, and the next, until the Klingon had finally sated herself, thoroughly using Faye in the process.

A dubious giggle bubbled up past kiss swollen lips as Faye burrowed her face into the crook of the other woman's neck, blotting out the dim lighting above her. She was soaked to the bone in her sweat, and likely as not, Mickayla's, to say nothing of the mess of juices that pooled between her legs, dripping down the toy still wedged between, and inside, each of them. The after affects of yet another orgasm had her trembling, her toes curling and unfurling with each pulse of spend pleasure. She could feel bruises forming all over, particularly on her ass, where Mickayla's fingers had dug in at more than one point, and between her legs.  Too true, there were aches from teeth that had dug in, and she knew she'd done as much as she might to the Klingon in turn. 

But to have broken Mickayla? The Betazoid doubted that. She was a firecracker when it came to sex, but even she felt that she had her limits and the other woman's alien stamina had to be taken into account. Then again, I have the experience and the talent. She has the raw effort and enthusiasm.

It was a high compliment from her friend, nevertheless. 

"Then I ma glad we have found your limits. So I know what to push further next time," Faye teased, in a breathless purr. Truthfully, the Betazoid was at the end of her own personal road, exhausted and sated by the pounding she had received, and the emotional backwash from her lover of the night. With tender affection she palmed the warrior woman's cheek and leaned up, stealing a slow, gentle kiss. To this she added a few more, along the crowning ridges of the security officers brow, before bracing herself. 

"This is going to sting a bit," she warned, before easing herself up off the toy nestled in her cunt. "OH gods above and below," she muttered, feeling stretched and exposed, sore beyond easy measure, but not in a bad way. She would swear again later that she felt a rush of trapped liquid spill out across her thighs but knew that was like as not her imagination. On shaking legs she stood back briefly, swept her hair away from her face and shot the other woman a grin, before dropping heavily to her knees. 

"I'm going to take this slow but you have a few things to get out too," there was a cheeky teasing in her voice, but true to her word, Faye cautiously, carefully, and oh so tenderly unstrapped Mickayla from the artificial cock and eased it out of the Klingon's pussy. Too, with practiced ease, she coached the woman through the removal of the plug that had been firmly wedged between dark, tight ass-cheeks. She grinned and giggled as she watched it slide free and then set it aside, knowing all the toys were going to be recycled shortly. 

"I'd say we should just curl into bed, but I know I'll never fall asleep if I don't clean up a little first. Let's see how you handle the after affects of walking once one of those plugs come out. Come now, up we go," she coaxed the other woman up to her feet and led her back to the shower, where the night had begun...

-FIN
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