Star Trek: Theurgy

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #25 – June 17, 2020, 02:54:04 AM

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Southern Temperate Zone | Aldea Surface ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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There was no denying the faint green blush in Lillee's cheeks at the suggestion, the excited grin. It was ambitious and bold, but there was something to be said for motivation. It wasn't the first sex game Lillee had enjoyed recently (or even the first with a bow and a arrow), but something about the way Anh-Le said it, the hesitance, was thrilling in a way that the other one hadn't been.

"That sounds like a challenge," Lillee said, considering it, before nodding. "Okay. But...do you think you'll be able to distract me completely with the reward? You may be the beautiful and clever intelligence officer, but I am a fighter pilot...I am trained to focus and ignore distractions. I flew through a Borg cube in a Valkyrie with a drone trying to cut into my cockpit. You'll have to work very hard to make me climax while we''re training. Are you up for it?"

It wasn't the most subtle of flirtatious dares, admittedly, but Lillee felt more free in that moment than...well, than longer than she could remember. It only took a minute for her to find and don her jacket again, although Lillee left it open to stay cool. Fastening on the arm-guard took a little more time, adjusting them for what felt like the right tightness. At the last, Lillee moved back to Anh-Le, taking off her boots and socks, setting them aside neatly. The pants came off next, with just the slightest of flair, followed by the underwear, all neatly piled on the grass.

The breeze was cool on Lillee's legs and waist, causing the blonde to shiver slightly, before she picked up the bow and looked at Anh-Le expectantly. Her lover (and part of Lillee relished using the term) looked criminally attractive and comfortable wearing a jacket, arm-guard and absolutely nothing else.

"How do we start?" Lillee asked. In keeping with the game, she even brought her legs together and held the bow at her waist with both hands, looking for all the world like an attentive student.

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #26 – June 17, 2020, 04:11:41 AM

Lt. JG Dantius Thi Anh-Le | Suitably pleasant hilltop | Southern temperate zone, Aldea Prime | Attn: @Griff

Anh-Le licked her lips.  Lillee's ass was downright unfairly pert, and as for the front of her...well.  The heat in her abdomen was most definitely still there.  "Do up the front of the jacket, too.  The bowstring hitting your boob will hurt like a motherfucker."  Painful experience from a drunken dare, that.  "Alright.  Now, watch my posture closely."  She bent to grab the other bow and quiver--knowing full well exactly what sort of view she was giving Lillee--and stood, tossing her hair over her shoulder.  Should've tied it off.  Oh, well, I'll get it in a minute.   Not strictly advisable for using a bow, but it would give her...date?  Lover?  Girlfriend?  Whatever they were, it would give Lillee a nice view. 

Anh-Le stood, legs a little wider than shoulder width apart, gaze zeroing in on the target.  She plucked an arrow from the quiver, nocked it, and drew the bowstring back. 

"Note how the arm-guard comes with a little flap to protect your hand from abrasion.  Really we should be wearing gloves, too, but I don't think either of us really wants to wear one of those after what we were just doing."  Her voice seemed distant and toneless to her as she focused on her target, everything else slipping away.  "See how my right elbow's up?  You need to draw straight back.  Also, the longer you hold the arrow drawn, the shakier your aim will get--arms tire fast if you're not careful."  She held the stance for another few moments so that Lillee could get a good view, then released the arrow.  It flew like lightning down the field, hitting the target off-center and below the bullseye.  "Wind interference is a key factor to be aware of, too.  The breeze blew that little guy off-track, because I was aiming at the center of the bullseye.  With some practice, you can get a feel for how far an arrow will go off-target depending on the wind speed, direction, and distance of the target.  Also, unlike a phaser, arrows are affected by gravity.  There seems to be about the same gravitational pull here as on Earth, so the arrow dropped a bit." 

Anh-Le drew another arrow, aimed up and to her right slightly, and released, nailing the target just a shade off-center.  Not stopping, she pulled out another, fired, and another, fired again, and all three formed a tight cluster around the exact center of the target.  The Orion lowered her bow, examining the result critically.  "Hmm.  Not bad, considering, though this is a pretty easy distance."  She turned to her erstwhile student with a smile.  "Did you get all of that?" 

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #27 – June 17, 2020, 02:48:53 PM

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Southern Temperate Zone | Aldea Surface ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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Distractions. Yes. For all Lillee's boasting, when Anh-Le bent down to pick up the bow and quiver, the sight of her emerald buttocks was enough to cause Lillee's heart to flutter. She hated it, in a way; one moment, she could focus, flirt, talk...but then Anh-Le would do something, say something shy, give her that look, do something unexpectedly sexy, and Lillee's brain would completely short-circuit. She'd had the experience before, but not in years; she'd thought she'd grown out of infatuation with age, and especially with the enforced maturity of motherhood.

Clearly not.

Then Anh-Le started shooting and Lillee's brain fried. Her confidence, her poise, her skill, the speed and fluidity with which Anh-Le drew each subsequent arrow and fired, quite efficiently stunned Lillee. It took the Romulan a good few seconds to register than she'd been asked a question.

"Hm? Oh, oh yes," Lillee said hurriedly to cover her lapse, zipping up her jacket. She stepped up besides Anh-Le, eager to demonstrate what she could do, but as she nocked the arrow, Lillee realised that she'd barely heard what Anh-Le had just said. Wind? Logical, it could disturb the projectile, much like an aircraft or spacecraft could be disrupted in atmosphere. But how to compensate? And something about gravity...and the arm. The elbow.

Lillee took a moment to try and mimic Anh-Le's stance, taking a breath before pulling the bowstring back, ignoring her protesting fingers. She hesitated, adjusting her aim for a precious second, finding that the arrow was shaking, and paused for a few seconds more to steady herself. Finally she released, the arrow flying straight and true with that same thrum as it knifed through the air...

...a solid meter above and to the left of the target.

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #28 – June 17, 2020, 04:04:03 PM

Lt. JG Dantius Thi Anh-Le | Suitably pleasant hilltop | Southern temperate zone, Aldea Prime | Attn: @Griff

Anh-Le suppressed a laugh, and set down her bow.  "OK.  We're going to need to do this manually."  She slipped up behind Lillee, pressing herself to the Romulan's back and drawing a gasp of lust.  She wasn't sure if teasing the blonde for being distracted was the right way to go here; Lillee certainly liked teasing, but would that be too focused on her skills, not sexual enough? 

"Easy," Anh-Le murmured into the blonde's ear, a hint of laughter in her voice as she split the difference.  "You have to actually hit the target before I touch that hot little pussy of yours."  It sounded so porn-y, but when most of your sexual experience was being stepped on by the holo-domme in Vulcan Love Slave, your vocabulary for such things was going to be rather limited. 

She edged Lillee's legs further apart with her feet.  "Stance a little wider.  Now, the elbow...draw the bow for me."  The Orion slid an arrow into Lillee's hand, pulled the blonde's bow arm up as Lillee nocked the arrow on the bowstring with her right, guided Lillee into drawing the bow back, Anh-Le's own arm swooping under her lover's as she guided the hand and arm along a straight line.  "Keep your elbow up like this.  This reduces fatigue, gives you a stronger draw, and reduces the risk of injury.  Now...Aim with the arrow, draw hand in line with your shoulder, parallel to the ground...A little up and to the right of center...and release!" 

This time, the arrow flew true, thudding into the target a few centimeters off-center. 

"There you go!" Anh-Le told her pupil, then pressed a kiss to one pointed ear.  "And here's your reward..."  She snaked her left around to Lillee's front, stroking it down and over the hem of the Romulan's top before circling her lover's clitoris with the thumb, reveling in Lillee's reaction.  She's so beautiful like this...  But after only a couple of seconds she pulled back.  "Now let's see you do that yourself," she chuckled with a glint of lust in her eyes. 

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #29 – June 17, 2020, 09:51:20 PM

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Southern Temperate Zone | Aldea Surface ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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Lillee's toes curled on the grass at Anh-Le's touch, her entire body shuddering in response. "Evil tease," she whispered breathily, looking over her shoulder at Anh-Le with hooded eyes. Nevertheless, Lillee bent down to pick up another arrow from the quiver on the ground, her own rear grazing Anh-Le's thigh before she straightened once more. The blonde took a moment to breathe deeply, tasting the heavy scent of grass, sweat and something less identifiable but intoxicating, but it steadied her. Taking care to keep her elbow up and straight, she nocked the arrow once more and pulled back.

This time Lillee didn't hesitate at all, and the arrow hit the target with a satisfying twang. It was only on the outer edge, but a hit was a hit. Feeling rising excitement, Lillee bent down to take another arrow, nocking and pulling the bowstring with a slow but continuous motion, then released without pause. The arrow drilled through the air into the target with the same twang, on the far side of the bullseye from the last arrow, but nevertheless closer to it.

"Two hits," Lillee whispered, glancing back over her shoulder again even she maintained her stance. Her tone was tense, hesitant. "What does that get me?"

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #30 – June 17, 2020, 10:12:59 PM

Lt. JG Dantius Thi Anh-Le | Suitably pleasant hilltop | Southern temperate zone, Aldea Prime | Attn: @Griff

Anh-Le barely held herself back from groping Lillee's nude behind.  Oh, fuck me, I think I might break before she does.  Lillee's form was better now, too, though her aim could use a little work. 

"Two hits...hmm..."  Anh-Le pretended to think, then snaked her arms around the blonde again.  "How about two fingers?" she murmured into her lover's ear.  She squeezed one of Lillee's breasts with her left while her right hand slid two fingers into the Romulan's wet slit, pumping once, twice, then drawing out to tweak Lillee's clitoris. 

Then she drew back, and as Lillee turned her head to glare again, Anh-Le slipped the fingers into her mouth, rolling her tongue around them as she tasted Lillee's sticky, salty fluids.  <So that's what Declared taste like,> she said in her best High Rihan, attempting a sultry look.  <You are truly as delicious as you look.> 

She switched back to Federation Standard English, and the next part came out in a heedless rush as Anh-Le's blood roared in her ears, naked lust making her incautious.  "Now, if you can hit the center ring, I'll give you a mix of challenge and reward, by eating you out while you shoot.  If you can hit it three more times before you come, I'll play whatever game you like on our next date.  Think you're up for that?"  Wait--what did I just say?  Momentary embarrassment warred with lust, and for once, lust won, and the blush was suppressed. 

Though given how hot and bothered she was again, she was probably already deep green from head to toe. 
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OOC: I think Lillee has created a monster!  XD

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #31 – June 17, 2020, 11:26:22 PM

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Southern Temperate Zone | Aldea Surface ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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Lillee was melting fast, her legs quivering in erotic anticipation. What had she unleashed from within the shy and apologetic lieutenant whom she'd met three days prior? Not that Lillee minded, not in the slightest, but when Anh-Le switched to High Rihan, the Romulan's heart fluttered anew, tickling her self-control. The accent was thick, but being flirted with in the old tongue by an alien was so profoundly wrong that it just excited Lillee even further.

She couldn't resist a retort, switching to the melodious language of High Rihan herself. "<I should warn you, Anh-Le...>" she teased softly. "<We Rihannsu are far spicier creatures than most...nearly as spicy as Orions, I think...>"

Then Anh-Le issued her challenge, and Lillee bit her lip, forcing her gaze (with effort) from the beautiful woman behind her back to the target. Such a shot would be difficult so early in her instruction, but the prize was deeply alluring. She'd threaded through wreckage while fighting the Borg, had hit a meter-wide weapons aperture on the cube's surface while flying a hundred meters per second...she could do this.

Determined, grinning, Lillee bent down again to draw another arrow, nocking it. She paused, glancing around them at the expanse of hills and valleys underneath the blue sky, gauging the wind, before a thought struck her. Lillee looked her shoulder again, smirking.

"But you need motivation too, yes?" Lillee said. "If you can make me come before I land three hits, then on our next date, I will do whatever you want. Whatever...you...want." The thought of that possibility was enough for Lillee to honestly consider losing on purpose, but...no. She hated losing. She despised losing more than almost anything. She wouldn't lose, not even to Anh-Le.

With that, Lillee tried to tune Anh-Le out, taking a steadying breath and settling into the hyper-focused concentration that she relied on so often while flying. She drew the arrow, held it there for a second, then let it fly. The arrow's trajectory was perfect, hitting the center ring with unnatural precision, right in the middle of the band above the bullseye. That done, Lillee glanced back at Anh-Le, holding her breath, her eyebrow raised in question.

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #32 – June 18, 2020, 12:35:44 AM

Lt. JG Dantius Thi Anh-Le | Suitably pleasant hilltop | Southern temperate zone, Aldea Prime | Attn: @Griff

Oh, boy.  Anh-Le didn't know if she was more aroused by Lillee's body (and outfit), her offer, or the Romulan's newfound skills with the bow.  "Well then," she said, affecting a sultry leer as her groin pulsed and lips tingled with anticipation, "We'd both best get to work, then.  But don't expect me to go easy on you--I plan to make you work for your reward, and I'm going to try to surprise you."  Some part of her wondered if this could even be considered teaching anymore.  The rest of her came up with the flimsy justification that it was a good test of Lillee's self-control. 

She stepped around her lover and knelt before Lillee's toned legs, handing the quiver up.  "Put this over your shoulder and use it as you shoot.  It won't be easy to bend down for a little bit."  The Romulan's labia were swollen and tinted green with copper blood, and Anh-Le felt her own vulva moisten as she saw clear fluid bead at the slit, the aroma of arousal filling her nostrils.  The Orion had never been so high on lust in her life.  That this was Lillee, the kind, friendly woman who'd forgiven her for an unforgivable mistake...had started this out of an apparent genuine desire to be friendly and a desire to know Anh-Le more intimately...even the thought of post-coital cuddling with the Romulan made Anh-Le's bones sing with joy and abdomen throb with lust.  She's ruined me, and I love it.  I love the way she makes me feel... 

As soon as Lillee took the quiver, Anh-Le reached up with her left arm to firmly grip Lillee's nude buttock.  "Start shooting in three...two...one!"  She leaned in, opening up by flicking Lillee's clitoris with her tongue before sliding the muscular organ inside of her lover, her right hand snaking up under Lillee's shirt to clutch her back.  The Orion felt the older woman shudder, and redoubled her efforts, flicking her tongue back and forth inside of Lillee and drawing a faint whine. 

Lillee fired off a shot, and Anh-Le snaked her right hand around to the woman's front, squeezing the pert cheek in her left as she moved her right up to tickle at Lillee's breasts, looking up to the quivering muscles of the Romulan's tight abdomen and resisting the burning desire to touch herself as well.  Another thrum of the bowstring, and Anh-Le withdrew her tongue, moving up a centimeter or so to tug and suck on Lillee's clitoris with her lips.  Her lover bucked, but regained control and fired off another shot, Anh-Le following the twist of the blonde's body while the bowstring snapped close behind her head and her right hand traced one nail around Lillee's left nipple, which was hard and swollen with arousal even inside her clothes. 

Another twang, and Anh-Le drove her tongue once more within Lillee's tight slit, muscles quivering and convulsing around her tongue as the Romulan approached her climax.  Lillee drew back her bow one more time, and Anh-Le gently pinched the hard nipple with her right hand...

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #33 – June 18, 2020, 01:36:12 AM

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Southern Temperate Zone | Aldea Surface ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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Flying a Valkyrie through a debris field, dodging Borg weapons fire and wrecked Klingon ships? That was hard. Flying the damaged Stallion against far smaller and more nimble Asurian saucers, balancing the stressed impulse engines and trying not to damage the already compromised spaceframe? That was hard. Shooting that Asurian in the critical moment, avoiding hitting Drauc? That was hard.

Hitting the target with Anh-Le knelt beneath her, unleashing her tongue and hands without mercy? That was a whole new level of hard.

Even the sight of Anh-Le knelt there, looking up from between Lillee's legs, was profoundly memorable; that mischievous glint in her eyes, her moist green lips. that look of...not just desire, but hunger. Nocking the first arrow, Lillee took a steadying breath even as her heart thudded with excitement. She knew that she was wet, could feel how hot and ready her core was. She was determined to not lose, no matter what sort of pleasure Anh-Le inflicted her, and scolded herself to focus.

Anh-Le's first touch was powerful, eliciting a shudder from Lillee, but the Romulan fought through it, narrowing her eyes as she looked out at the target. A sudden flick of Anh-Le's devilish tongue made Lillee whine involuntarily, her eyes briefly closing, and she realised that she couldn't afford to be patient. Instead she pulled the bowstring back, minding her elbow, and let it fly, the arrow landing mere centimeters from the last one.

Lillee smirked in triumph, but as she took and nocked the second arrow Anh-Le raised the difficulty, her hands adding to the mix of sensation and stimulation. Gritting her teeth, Lillee nocked another arrow in quick succession, drew back and fired before the devil woman could do any more, but as she loosed, her body bucked as Anh-Le found some wondrous new torture. The arrow's trajectory was far less steady than the first two, this time dipping below the bullseye, but it hit the center ring all the same, if only just.

Lillee groaned, her body convulsing as she approached her climax, her eyes wide in shock. Anh-Le was winning; Lillee couldn't possibly hold out much longer! She drew another arrow, trying fervently not to think of the gorgeous Orion woman between her legs, nocked, but as she drew it back, Anh-Le went for the crescendo. Lillee felt Anh-Le's tongue pulse even more aggressively inside of her. She aimed the bow, knowing that she had only seconds left, feeling the rising wave of orgasmic ecstasy build from her core, panting heavily...

Then she felt a sharp pinch of a nipple, causing Lillee to cry out. "EiiieEEEEEE!" she moaned loudly to the surrounding hills, firing the third shot almost blindly as the orgasm reduced Lillee to a helpless puddle. Her body convulsed powerfully, the bow falling from nerveless fingers as Lillee collapsed back onto the grass, writhing and groaning for a long few seconds. Tears of pleasure stinging her eyes, she instinctively grabbed Anh-Le's shoulders and pulled the wondrous she-devil on top of her, found Anh-Le's lips then kissed her passionately, tasting her own juices on the other woman's tongue and lips.

Lost in kissing Anh-Le, Lillee had no idea how long it took for her brain restart, but finally she found the strength to pull back from the kiss. "The hit...did I..." she panted, hoisting herself up on her elbows and looking over Anh-Le's shoulder at the target...only to find that the third arrow wasn't in the center ring. It wasn't in the target at all, lost to the valley below.

"Fvadt," Lillee whispered in High Rihan, letting her head fall back on the grass. "You win, Anh-Le. You have taken me."

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Fvadt: a mild Romulan curse that roughly translates to 'damn'

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #34 – June 18, 2020, 01:59:56 AM

Lt. JG Dantius Thi Anh-Le | Suitably pleasant hilltop | Southern temperate zone, Aldea Prime | Attn: @Griff

Anh-Le couldn't help but grin as she panted for breath.  "I guess I did.  I can't...wow, I can't believe I just did that!"  She leaned in and kissed Lillee again, the knowledge that the Romulan would taste herself upon Anh-Le's lips sending another shock of arousal through her, then pulled back, sliding off to Lillee's left as she wrapped her arms around and under the blonde's shoulders.  "I can't believe you managed even two like that, even.  That was...that was...wow.  You were incredible, you know?"  She shifted, acutely aware that her own core was burning again.  "Fuck me, I'm hot and bothered again after that.  Everything about you is just...so...so...damn, but you're beautiful.  In every way."  Anh-Le licked her lips, tasting the drying juices of her Romulan lover, and leaned in to kiss the blonde's temple. 

Anh-Le needed to distract herself from the burning pulse of her center.  She'd already gotten off once, Lillee might be done, and besides, if she still needed to get off back on the Theurgy, she could always masturbate while thinking of her Romulan lover.  (and boy, that thought only made her hornier, wow)  "I've never felt quite like this before, you know?  I've had crushes, but nothing I've properly consummated."  The wind tickled through her hair, and ghosted over her wet, throbbing nethers, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss Lillee again and get back into it...  "Do you want to have one more round, nice and slow?  Before we have to pick up and beam back home?" 

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #35 – June 18, 2020, 02:29:22 AM

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Southern Temperate Zone | Aldea Surface ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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Lillee shifted her head to behold Anh-Le, silent, slowly catching her breath. The sight of Anh-Le so happy, so satisfied, so alive, her black hair strewn on the grass, her smile...it was breathtaking. With both women lying on the grass, Lillee was content in the afterglow of her own pleasure, her womanhood tingling pleasantly, grinning as she looked at Anh-Le. A gust was a sharp shock on Lillee's own tender nethers, and she sighed as she recovered.

She didn't respond to Anh-Le question with words. Instead, Lillee got back to her knees besides Anh-Le, looking down at the other woman. Silently, the blonde Romulan unfastened her armguard, tossing it aside, followed soon after by the quiver. The jacket came next, gradually unzipped, then slowly, tortuously, taken off and thrown away. The tank top was last, although Lillee had sweated enough in the jacket that the fabric stuck to her fair skin. She peeled the sodden garment off and pulled it up over her head, leaving Lillee completely naked and exposed, her nipples defined and unmistakable in the cool breeze.

Knowing full well what effect it would have on her lover, Lillee palmed her modest breasts, smiling as she did it. "You were incredible as well," she said softly, on hand moving up to the back of her neck while another slipped down to the inside of her thigh. Then, reaching behind her with one hand, Lillee unwrapped the ponytail, letting her blonde hair roam free but still carefully not touching Anh-Le.

"No woman has ever made me crest quite like that before," Lillee continued, both hands now lowering to her thigh. "For someone with little experience...oh Elements, I can't imagine how good you will be with practice. Lots and lots of practice." There was a distinctly cheeky glint in Lillee's eyes as she said it. "I think that we can count this crush as properly consummated, yes? For both of us. One final round will be a...what do Earthers call it? A victory lap."

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #36 – June 18, 2020, 04:10:06 AM

Lt. JG Dantius Thi Anh-Le | Suitably pleasant hilltop | Southern temperate zone, Aldea Prime | Attn: @Griff

Anh-Le blushed to the tips of her toes.  Lillee stripping was hot enough, but the Orion had always been a bit of a sucker for compliments.  Not to mention that the blonde's hair falling around her face like a curtain was still one of the hottest things the green-skinned young woman had ever seen.  "Um, thank you...I did my best.  Got some of the ideas from the holodeck, actually.  If you order the black-label edition from Quark Enterprises--I know it's twenty extra bars, which is nuts for downloadable content, but it's so worth it, and nobody's managed to crack the encryption yet--the program has a teasing function, where you can specify parameters including species-specific sex acts.  So, um, I kinda picked up a few tricks.  On the holodeck."  She struggled to shrug out of her top again, mentally kicking herself for putting it back on at all.  It got caught on her arm-guard, and Anh-Le cursed quietly before unbuckling the damn thing and throwing the whole mess aside. 

"But I fully intend to get some real-life practice now.  With you, as many times as you like."  Some base instinct spurred her on, and Anh-Le added, "Hopefully that'll be a lot." 

She let her arms rest over her head, dark hair splayed under them.  "Now let's enjoy that victory lap, because I'm already looking forward to next time.  You look...um, OK, delicious sounds weird, but really, really good kinda lacks impact, so...oh, fuck it."  Anh-Le cut herself off with an embarrassed shake of the head.  "Good enough to eat, if your translator understands that idiom."  How could she be so completely incompetent with women, and yet Lillee still...damn, she still wants me even though I can barely complete a sentence without fucking it up.  Anh-Le could practically hear her mother exhorting her to 'put a ring on it before it's too late' like she was one of her mother's rom-com protagonists. 

Lillee descended with a musical giggle, and then they were kissing, Anh-Le's arms going around Lillee's back as her thigh slid between the Romulan's legs, the blonde's questing fingers slipping into the Orion's wet, needy slit and drawing a soft moan of pleasure from her green lips. 

This might just be the best fucking day of my life!

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #37 – June 18, 2020, 07:52:04 PM

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Southern Temperate Zone | Aldea Surface ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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Now that they'd both been satiated somewhat, their mutual desire doused, Lillee and Anh-Le could afford to take things slower. Unlike before, Lillee contented herself with more gentle movements into Anh-Le's damp womanhood, capturing the other woman's moans of pleasure within a kiss. It was more tender now, Lillee enjoying the sensation of Anh-Le's warm body below hers, their breasts grazing each other, their tender nipples tickling each other's skin. Then Lillee felt one of Anh-Le's muscular thighs press against her own core, and the blonde Romulan giggled into Anh-Le's mouth in response.

She pulled back from the kiss for a moment, taking one last look at Anh-Le, before one final kiss, deep and passionate. Finally Lillee sat up, sitting atop Anh-Le's thigh, her knees in the grass to either side as she played with the green-skinned woman, two fingers thrusting in and out while the thumb played with the nub. With an indulgent grin of lust, Lillee began sliding back and forth on Anh-Le's thigh, her eyes fluttering at the new sensation rising from her womanhood at the friction. The Romulan could feel her growing dampness on Anh-Le's skin, but it only heightened her own arousal.

It was glorious, especially with the sight of a nude Anh-Le below her, but the friction and movement wasn't enough. Her eyes fixed on Anh-Le's, Lillee used her other hand to begin playing with herself even as she rode the Orion woman's thigh, moaning at the paralysing shots of pleasure that arced up through her body.

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #38 – June 18, 2020, 08:19:05 PM

Lt. JG Dantius Thi Anh-Le | Suitably pleasant hilltop | Southern temperate zone, Aldea Prime | Attn: @Griff

Anh-Le was in heaven.  This wasn't the kinky heat of their sex game, or the raw animal need of their first coupling, but something softer, gentler, yet still filled with heady passion.  I could spend the rest of my life like this, and I wouldn't mind one bit...

She was falling for Lillee, Anh-Le realized.  She looked up to the Romulan ams blonde hair flowed like water around heated, green-flushed skin, a steady pull and thrust in the Orion's throbbing nethers as Lillee threw her head back, breasts jiggling as her svelte form slid back and forth on a green thigh.  I think a holo-film would be good for the next date...one of the non-interactives, maybe Falls of Love or one of Mom's romcoms...

One hand reached up to gently tease Lillee's left breast as the other groped at Anh-Le's own.  "Come with me," she urged her lover, voice breathy, abdomen flexing up and down in time with the insistent thrusts.  "Fall with me, e'lev.  I'll catch you."  

They came undone together, Lillee flexing and moaning as Anh-Le came with a soft sigh, catching the Romulan as promised and lowering her gently on top of herself.  They heaved with shuddering breaths once, twice, and began to settle, the tremors shaking through their bodies slowly dying out.  Anh-Le shared one last languid kiss with the blonde, and then helped her slide off to the Orion's right. 

They lay there side by side, hand in hand, bathing in the warm southern sun, the breeze tickling Anh-Le's sweat-soaked skin and slick, satisfied center.  Holy shit.  I can't believe...and she still wants me, after everything... She would have to really treat Lillee like a lady.  Dates, romantic holodeck outings, any home cooking she could manage, the whole nine yards.  Maybe even trying to become less of a slob.   I want this to last, she realized.  Against regulations (damn it, I completely forgot regulations, this could be a disaster...but worth it, so worth it!), differing lifespans, Lillee was a widow with kids (well, I certainly wouldn't mind having kids at some point, to be fair...)--none of it mattered.  Maybe the afterglow was affecting her, and Anh-Le certainly wanted this moment to last forever (not to mention that cleaning everything up wasn't a super appealing idea), but the Orion had never met a woman who desired her in spite of her species, nor one who had opened such doors and awakened such surprising depths in herself. 

I might fall in love with her, and I don't care about the risks.
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OOC: e'lev: High Rihan for "lover", basically a gentle term of endearment for a romantic partner. 

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #39 – June 18, 2020, 09:36:05 PM

[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Southern Temperate Zone | Aldea Surface ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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The orgasm that enraptured Lillee was less intense than her first, less overwhelming since Lillee welcomed it rather than fight it. Nevertheless, seeing Anh-Le below her, feeling Anh-Le below her, feeling Anh-Le's own orgasm around her thrusting fingers, made the ecstasy sweeter, more romantic. Anh-Le's strong arms caught her as she collapsed, and Lillee found herself profoundly comforted by the sensation of being in Anh-Le's arms. Secure. Safe.

After a lazy kiss, Lillee slid onto her back, still panting as she looked up at the blue sky. She hated to think what a mess she was now; her hair was surely a lost cause, she was sweaty and spent, and she probably stank of sex. Nevertheless, Lillee thought of the woman beside her who was in the exact same state and realised that those weren't necessarily bad things.

E'lev. She called me e'lev. Oh my stars, why could I have not found a woman like this years ago? A memory came forth; Jiang, surgically restored to his normal human appearance, calling her the same thing after Lillee had come a hairsbreadth from killing him. Despite also being of Starfleet Intelligence, Anh-Le was different to Jiang in every imaginable way. She was hesitant where Jiang had been confident, honest where Jiang had been deceitful, inexperienced in sex and love while Jiang had been masterful, serious in moments when Jiang would have been casual.

Nevertheless, Anh-Le was the first person that Lillee had compared Jiang to since her husband's death. It was far, far too early to think of anything serious, she knew. Good sex (fantastic mind-blasting sex, Lillee scolded herself) was still just that: sex. They needed more time. Even so, for the first time in six years, Lillee found herself looking forward to that time. She missed her beloved twins more than anything, but...she didn't want to be alone any more.

And really, when a beautiful, intelligent, adorable, honourable alien woman came along, Lillee knew better than to say no. Such treasures were to be claimed and treated for the wonders that they were. Lillee was determined to do just that.

Recovered somewhat from the ecstasy of sex, Lillee glanced to the side at Anh-Le, finding the beautiful alien woman gazing back at her. She laughed from simple happiness, unable to help herself, her hand finding Anh-Le's and interlinking fingers.

"We win," Lillee said, grinning, before closing her eyes briefly. "Oh...truly, as first dates go, this was...incredible." She sighed, groaning in complaint. "We have to get up soon. Get dressed, collect the arrows and swords, the targets. Find a way to get to our showers without anyone seeing us and realising that we've been doing...this. I have to report for duty at noon as well." The Romulan scowled petulantly up at the sky, plainly unhappy at the thought.

Re: Day 35 [0900 hours.] This is Probably a Poor Decision

Reply #40 – June 19, 2020, 12:16:54 AM

Lt. JG Dantius Thi Anh-Le | Suitably pleasant hilltop | Southern temperate zone, Aldea Prime | Attn: @Griff

Anh-Le chuckled at the blonde's comment.  "You're right.  That was a win for both of us."  She propped herself up on her elbows, allowing herself a brief look over Lillee's sated form before she rolled over with a grunt to look for her clothes.  "As long as we get dressed we should be able to get back to our quarters by site-to-site, just tell whoever's on duty that we're desperate for showers.  If you don't have one in your quarters, we can take turns in mine; I remember enough of Sex Ed to recall that doubling up is generally a bad idea."  The lesson on 'Shower Sex: Consequences of a Bad Idea' had included rather vivid descriptions and images of cranial contusions.  Ugh.  Why do I always distract myself with bad thoughts?

Anh-Le stood, unsteady, her usual coordination gone.  "Holy shit," she chuckled.  "We actually did all of that."  She felt relaxed for the first time all week, the encounter letting her forget for a little while the crew's desperate situation.  "Some day, we'll have to do this without the sex part, though you're a quick enough study that you should be giving me a run for my trophies soon." 

Her left shoe was nowhere to be found, her panties were torn, and her top was ripped where Lillee's sword had stretched the cloth just a bit too far, but Anh-Le wouldn't have traded the aftermath for anything.  "I'll send you a message about times that work for our next date later tonight.  And Lillee...thank you.  You were truly wonderful, in every way." 

I really hope that this leads to more, the Orion thought as she began to dress for the boring task of cleaning up.  Holy shit.
 I'm the luckiest woman in the galaxy! 

FIN