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“Uh, hey- elf. Or, sorry, Elena?”

“Shushshshshhh… Baran or somebody might hear us.”

“Um.”

Homa’s ears stood on end, giving a furtive glance around the backstage. It was nearly finished and full of equipment for the upcoming festivities at this point in the Tishtar preparations but seemed to be unoccupied other than this unexpected duo. Which was good, due to the rather compromising position the pair were in.

Homa was leaning against the stage’s struts, with her arms resting on the stage, her nice workboots twitching with the nervous energy she felt thrumming through her. Repeatedly flicking her gaze down to look down at- a certain elven princess on her knees, frowning a bit as she attempted (poorly) to undo Homa’s belt.

“Uh… I could do it, if you-”

“No! I mean, that’s not how things go, it’s like…” Elena’s sentence trailed off, leaving Homa more confused than before. But finally, her buckle was undone, Elena now beginning to tug at the pants, frown growing more pronounced. Homa felt awkward, giving pointers for something she felt crazy needing to give pointers for (especially given her complete and total lack of experience).

“Th-the commie workpants are pretty tight. There’s, uh, there’s a plastic button- and a zipper.”

Elena huffed, continuing to (with slightly increased frustration) attempt to get into Homa’s pants. What had even led to this? A crewmate she barely knew giving some awkward flirtations and pulling her aside with the excuse of some ‘top secret Brigand business’? It made her feel like she was in one of those cruddy web serials that were a dime a dozen, just an excuse for mid lesbian porn between the main girls levelling up and getting more and more ‘cool’ powers to easily overcome more and more hyped-up foes. Although… Homa had ended up reading an embarrassing amount of them.

At last, a quiet ‘ziiip’ and her pants loosening distracted her from that train of thought. Glancing down, she caught the expression on Elena’s face- previous annoyance gone, cheeks now replaced with a soft pink flush. She leaned in, fingers hooking around Homa’s underwear too, giving an excited tug to let Homa’s pants and panties drop to her feet (exposing her prosthetic, to her discomfort)- and a disappointed expression that made Homa want to curl up and die was immediately visible.

“Isn’t it supposed to, like, flop out, and be all… ‘in my face’, and stuff?” Elena asked, sounding a bit put out and causing Homa to breathe a slight sigh of relief, trying to act a bit more composed and mature.

“Um. I think that’s mainly a porn thing. And probably had like… a bunch of foreplay, to turn the girl on, and stuff.”

“Oh.”

“So. Uh. You have to, um… make it hard. And such.”

“I-I know that!” Elena huffed, a hand lifting to grasp Homa’s cock, sending a slight shiver through her. Elena’s hands were soft- a princess’s (although Elena got mad if you called her one) dainty touch. Just that unfamiliar sensation was enough to make Homa feel as if blood was flowing, Elena’s own inexperienced rubbing and over-enthusiastic tugs drawing a quiet hiss from Homa.

“B-be a bit gentler, okay?”

“Ah, sorry! I’ve never…um... with someone who has… uh…”

Homa felt an unbelievable awkwardness of a sheltered princesses attempt to talk around her ‘gender thing’. It was beginning to feel like a decision made in a moment of pure perverse desire had doomed her: maybe she would never get off.

Then the sensation of soft, gentle lips wrapping around the tip of her cock, hips instinctively lifting into it, Homa’s strangled gasp coming out louder than intended. She looked back down, the sensation of Elena’s tongue pressing to the underside of her tip nearly drawing more noises out of Homa, her hand pressed over her mouth in an instant.

“Mphm…” The continued eager attentions of the elf between her legs had an immediate effect- Homa’s feelings of embarrassment and shame melting away in the warmth sensation of those lips pressed around the base of her cock, shivering in pleasure. The steady twitching of her dick continued, stiffening as Elena’s head bobbed gently, growing more comfortable pressing Homa’s cock against her tongue as she moved.

After a few more moments, Elena pulled away, catching her breath for a moment and giving a conceited little smile up to Homa. Hand wrapping around Homa’s dick, stroking her gently and provoking another hiss from Homa’s lips. Feeling awkward without anything to do with her hands Homa shifted, unsteadily patting Elena’s head, provoking a positive hum from the elf.

Becoming a bit braver, Homa’s hand shifted down, running her fingers through the lovely purple of Elena’s hair, resting her fingers upon the pointed tip of Elena’s ear and brushing over it gently as Elena gave a gentle kiss to Homa’s cock. The duos earlier awkwardness seemed to have dissipated, the mood and intimacy of the situation affecting them both. The sensation of the elf’s lips trailing soft kisses along the shaft, continuing to stroke as Homa kept toying with her sensitive ear- both were breathing a bit heavily, faces flushed and giving furtive glances to the other.

“Ah…Elena…”

“Mmm?”

“That’s… fuck.”

Homa’s soft exhale was all the answer Elena needed, lips wrapping back around the tip to take her cock back into her mouth. Homa let her other hand get tangled in Elena’s hair, hissing gently and leaning into it more, hips bucking into Elena’s steady motions. Homa’s breathing becoming more unsteady and hitching.

That soft, eager sensation of the elf princesses’ mouth was making Homa’s eyelids flutter. She could feel her cock twitching, giving a few hurried, unsteady taps to Elena’s ear, struggling to convey it while out of breath. Slowly, the princess pulled back with a cute little whine, looking up at Homa with confusion, “H-huh? What’s- eep!”

Homa’s hips pressed forward as she came, moaning out as she stained Elena’s face with a few beads of cum, slumping back and panting for breath.

“I-i… I was trying to say.. I was close…”

“Well. I can tell now.” Elena smiled a bit, looking… proud?

Homa wasn’t quite sure what to do- awkwardly beginning to pull her pants up, giving a few more glances to make sure nobody had heard or seen this.

“Uh.. Do you want me to grab a, like, rag or-”

She was interrupted by Elena pressing a finger through a smear of cum on her cheek, tasting it and making a bit of a face.

“Bleh. Yes, please.”

Homa felt like she was going to get a headache dealing with this elf. Redoing her belt, she pulled herself up and began looking for something to clean up the other girl’s face, trying to think on the bright side. Well… it had felt pretty nice. And Elena was a bit funny. Even if it wasn’t really the way it usually went in her web serials.

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“-I doth believe you’re underselling the crux of their relationship, gamer!”

“What? But all I said was that it was annoying they’ve been married for like, two years and haven’t fucked yet?”

“That’s what makes the novel so delicious! A marriage of circumstance- slowly coaxed into something rich with meaning and intent: destinies red string wielded to its fullest extent! And thusly to bring a physical aspect in when both women are still so separated in their struggles would make it all for naught!

“Oh. Whatever.”

“Say- our bedfellow for the eve’s been rather quiet. Have you not had the chance to peruse the latest chapters I sent?”

“A-ah, n-no, I read t-them.” Elena gasped out, her breaths quick and short.

“You’re breathing a bit quick, princess. You doin’ alright?” Alex asked, a smug grin on her face while her hands massaged Elena’s hips with the proletarian kneeling atop her lap.

“Oh, hush, you shameless pervert- Our compatriot is just taking her time. Don’t rush her!” Fernanda piped up in her defense, steadying Elena a bit, hands groping at her meager chest in a show of support.

Elena was currently in the oft-bickering officers’ room, sandwiched between the pair. Their argument over the impromptu book club wasn’t the most pressing thing on her mind at the moment, because she could feel half of Chief Petty Officer Alexandra Geninov’s cock filling her and making it difficult to form any sort of coherent thought. The coiling heat in her stomach seemed to thrum through her entire body, face flushed, only able to keep upright with Fern and Alex’s supportive wandering hands.

“I-i… thought it was… mphmmm… n-nice… that they both...” She slumped forward, leaning against Alex as her hips instinctively shifted, drawing a sharp breath from the woman beneath her. “That… they… had the… wish scene… to share the same wish… with different, f-fuck, meanings for both.”

Elena’s whimpers becoming louder as she gradually lowered herself to sitting upon Alex’s lap, the sensation of her cock buried in her gut provoking a soft whine of pleasure, the sensation of Fern’s cock grinding against her lower back drawing out more sounds as the girl leaned in, long blonde hair with purple streaks falling over Elena’s shoulder as the three pressed together.

“Excellent analysis, Elena, dear! I agree most heartily… And you, gamer? Have you anything to say?” Fernanda’s soft, encouraging voice whispered into Elena’s pointed ear, making her shiver in pleasure.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum.” Alex’s voice came out breathy and unsteady, now pinned beneath the weight of Elena and Fernanda atop her, Elena’s breasts pressing into her own, the slight movements of her hips drawing quiet squeaks from the two atop her.

Fern let out a quiet huff, grumbling and lifting one hand from Elena’s side to flick Alex’s nipple (“Ow!”).

“Already? Truly, gamer, it seems every night we share thy finds new ways to disappoint.”

“H-hey!”

Fernanda’s hand returned to groping at Elena, soft lips pressing against her lobe, nibbling at the base of her ear and drawing quiet sounds from the elven woman.

“Surely you must have some semblance of shame- to have such a short fuse, you’d finish before the women atop you would reach climax?~”

“Augh, shut up… you damn fujoshi-” Alex groaned out, slumped back on the bed, hissing through her teeth- hips lifting instinctively and drawing a louder moan from Elena.

Elena felt as if her entire body was overheating, face and the pointed tips of her ears burning with an unfamiliar heat. Her night with Gertrude had been passionate and intense, but the sensation of Alex’s cock inside of her was so different, it was hard to maintain any veneer of composure. And with Fernanda’s roaming hands, shamelessly groping, touching, her lips pressing over Elena’s sensitive ears- her lashes were fluttering, breaths becoming unsteady as the motions were paired with Alex’s halting and awkward shifting stirring up her insides.

“Mphmm, it’s too…eep!” Elena began to gasp out, but Fernanda gave a little bite to the tip of her ear, quieting her as Elena felt her hips quake, a quiet, strangled whine making its way out of her throat. Leaning back into Fern as she came, her breathing unsteady, Alex’s hips lifting into hers as the woman beneath her came alongside her.

“F-fuck…” Alex let out a breathy sigh, slicking her hair back, olive skin coated in sweat, giving a cocky, uneven smile to Elene and Fern. “How’s that, then?”

“Hmph. Elena?” Fernanda didn’t seem the type to give any easy praise to her partner, and Elena felt like she was floating on clouds as she felt Alex beginning to soften inside of her, shifting her position and giving a weak smile in return.

“N-not too bad.” This seemed to encourage Alex further, the woman pulling herself up with a grin, mismatched eyes glancing over the pair as Elena pulled herself out of her lap, the cool air of the room making her shiver. Alex tugged her condom off, tossing it aside carelessly and reaching out, feeling around in her jacket pocket for another.

“Um.” Elena felt a shiver run through her body- the soreness and heat feeling like something she’d need awhile to come down from as Alex pulled Fernanda into the position Elena had been in moments ago.

“Now it’s the fujoshi’s turn, hm? Or did you think I’d forgotten you?”

“Already? Sure you’re not one-and-done, you foolhardy woman?” Fernanda and Alex seemed to forget Elena was there, catching her breath.

“Yeah, yeah, just means you need to work your ‘accursed magic’, Fern.” Alex teased, arms lifting to to rest upon Fernanda's shoulders. Elena sighed, wincing a bit as she pulled herself up (she really needed to work out more consistently, her legs burning from overusing her muscles), hugging Fernanda from behind and beginning to awkwardly feel her up. It seemed like it’d be some time before she could rest for the night. Oh well.

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Elena couldn’t restrain a quiet little “eep” as she pressed back against the wall of the Brigand’s kitchen- it was quiet, the late hour meaning most sailors didn’t have any reason to run up here for food. Which meant it was just her and the tall, impressive figure of Chief Victualer Logia Minardo’s arm by her head, trapping her against the wall and looking down at her with a fond, gentle smile.

“So, princess comrade, mind repeating that request one more time?”

Her voice was soft and low, making Elena’s heart skip a beat. She’d arrived, a bit sweaty from a short sparring session with Marina (it was easier to use the hangar for the exercises Marina taught when there weren’t sailors milling around), for a late-night snack. Minardo had been in the process of cleaning up and prepping the kitchen for the morning shift, so Elena was more than happy to lend a helping hand. And perhaps make a few… leading comments about her interest in how Minardo stayed so fit.

“Ah- Well, comrade, I just wanted to inquire if you’d like…. Work up… a sweat together… sometime?” Elena spoke haltingly, managing an awkward smile.

Minardo was quiet for a few long moments, enough that Elena felt her desires moments away from being crushed. Before she heard a soft, gentle shift, that lovely wavy black hair falling free of Minardo’s cap as the woman pulled it off and leaned in, meeting Elena’s parted lips in a gentle peck. Elena felt her cheeks heat up, heart pounding as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation and taste of the older woman’s lipstick.

Minardo’s lips gently parted from her own, the woman’s gaze serious and solemn enough to make Elena straighten her back.

“Now, Elena- I want you to be mature about this. You’re a comrade, and one I care a great deal about. So that means there’s some expectations for behavior and as the more experienced one, I-”

Elena was listening, but the sensation of Minardo’s rather firm bicep and elbow against the wall by her shoulder was calling to her- keeping her eyes on Minardo as she leaned against it, cheek brushing the firm muscles and planting a very light kiss to the woman’s inner arm.

Minardo’s sentence ground to a halt, an expression of disbelief on the cook’s face as she pursed her lips, chuckling a bit to herself.

“Fine, fine- I trust you. I suppose that can wait for later.”

Minardo leaned back in, Elena hungrily meeting her lips and lifting her arms, letting them loosely wrap around the firm neck of the older woman. The sensation of Minardo’s tongue exploring, shamelessly pressing between Elena’s lips and drawing a quiet whimper from the elf. Her own tongue met Minardo’s, the sensation of Minardo’s strength and unwavering form carrying over to her kisses- Elena felt like her ears were glowing in the low light of the backroom of the kitchen.

After a few more moments of the kiss, Minardo pulled away and Elena’s soft, uneven gasps became audible through her slack jaw. The older woman had a serious expression on her face, raising an eyebrow.

“You alright?”

“Mhm…..” Elena managed to nod, unsteadily lifting her hands to begin undoing the buttons of her Treasure Box Transports uniform, jacket already slipping off her shoulders, falling in a heap on the floor as she let her top fall atop it. Giving Minardo an eyeful of Elena’s rather out-of-place silky black bra of a much nicer make than the utilitarian synthetic material of the uniform. Her face became bemused, as if she was immediately getting some ideas about Elena that the younger girl hurried to snuff out,

“I-I didn’t wear this specifically for you! Or anything! Um. Marina bought me my clothes and underwear while I was still undercover. And… I-I didn’t like the way the TBT underwear felt as much…”

Elena felt her excuse didn’t feel like as much of a save as she’d expected, Logia’s expression becoming far more intrigued, even as her arm finally lowered from where it was braced, both of her large, olive hands gently placed beneath Elena’s bust, over her ribs. Elena shivered, the sensation of the complete care that those large (God, her hands were large-) powerful hands wielded as they slipped beneath her bra, the gentle, exploratory touches provoking some more soft sounds from the young proletarian.

Minardo shifted, falling to one knee- becoming closer to eye level with Elena, giving her a wink, before leaning down further. And then came the sensation of her lips pressing through the fabric of her bra, drawing out a surprised little gasp from Elena. Continued kisses and touches made Elena arch her back into the gentle attention to her nipples, breaths quickening.

Slowly, Elena’s bra was pushed up, the direct feeling of Minardo’s practiced lips and tongue on her chest drawing louder noises from Elena, heart pounding in her chest. She was sure Minardo could feel the heat thrumming under her skin. The heat of the older woman’s body, the unwavering attentions even as Elena pressed her chest forward, the press of Minardo’s tongue against her nipple bringing out needier and less composed sounds from Elena.

“Mphm…M-minardo…that’s…” She gasped out, desperate for some momentary reprieve. She got it, Minardo pulling away, Elena’s chest visibly dotted with smears of lipstick from the kisses. She stood back up, beginning to remove her own top.

Elena wasted no time in returning the favor- leaning in, hands running over the far more muscular stomach of the older woman. Her lips pressing into the firm abdominal muscles between her uneven breaths, the unshakeable posture of Minardo never wavering, even as Elena’s tongue pressed against the exposed, olive-toned skin, feeling the slight motion from Minardo’s breathing. Elena’s attentions continued upwards, tracing the firm figure up over Minardo’s ribs, hands savoring the touch and closeness she’d often fantasized about.

Fingers following the shape of the mature musculature before her, Elena’s lips varying soft and deep kisses, her lack of lipstick to indicate where she’d kissed leading her to double back a few times- eventually recognizing the familiar curve of the abs she kissed over. Finally letting her searching kisses and hands drift upwards, savoring the first audible hitch in Minardo’s breath as the much softer sensation of her breasts filled Elena’s palms, lips parting for a few breaths, Elena’s gaze drifting upwards.

Minardo had an arm lifted, her other buried in Elena’s hair, gently digging her fingers in against Elena’s scalp. Her free hand was pressed over her mouth, to quiet more sounds- and to hide a bit of the rather visible flush on her dark skin, visible even in the low light of the kitchen. Elena couldn’t contain a pleased smile, a few gentle kisses to Minardo’s chest all it took for the older woman to let out a quiet gasp of her own, clearing her throat.

“T-that’s enough of that.”

Elena gave a teasingly exaggerated frown, tilting her head. “What? But I’m getting to see such a cute side of you! Isn’t that- eep!”

Minardo had interrupted her with a light tug at Elena’s hair, eyes closed as she took a moment to recenter herself, a smile on her face.

“Now, now. I’m going to show you a good enough time that you don’t worry about that anymore, Elena.”

The intent with which she said it made Elena bite her lip- standing a bit straighter in reaction to the declaration. Minardo released Elena’s hair, hands sliding down the elven woman’s pale, soft sides as Elena struggled to undo her pants. Finally, she managed to unzip them, not even getting a chance to tug them down past her knees as Minardo gripped her hips, squealing out as she was, with ease, lifted off the floor and braced against the wall.

“Minardo!?”

There was silence as Minardo adjusted Elena’s position, letting the younger woman’s legs drape over her shoulders, arms wrapped around the younger woman’s soft, plump thighs while she gently spread them apart. Elena felt her flush renew, the instinctive urge to close her legs met with the unshakeable steel grip of ‘The Human Stronghold’.

Logia Minardo glanced up, giving Elena a devilish smile as, ever so carefully, she bit down on girl’s panties and tugged them to the side. Elena felt as if the tips of her ears were glowing in the dark, breath catching in her chest as Minardo got an eyeful of how eager Elena had become.

There were no more words from either of them after that.

Minardo’s lips met Elena’s cunt, wasting no time tasting her- tongue parting Elena’s folds and drawing wordless moans of pleasure from the proletarian, Elena’s legs locking around Minardo’s neck. An urge to buck her hips, to move and press herself against Minardo’s tongue as it explored her most intimate place- was completely halted, Minardo’s grip on her thighs never faltering. Elena held and pinned against the wall, incapable of doing anything but moaning out, tangling her fingers in Minardo’s hair.

Her moans continued to grow in volume as Minardo’s attentions continued, pressing her tongue deeper inside of Elena, tasting all of her as Elena orgasmed, the elves vision becoming hazier, slumped forward as much as the position would allow. The momentary feeling of Minardo’s tonguefucking ceasing felt like a chance to finally relax, to come down from her orgasm and relax- before a loud gasp from the pressure of Minardo’s tongue against her clit sent a bolt of pleasure through her body.

Her fingers dug into Minardo’s hair, barely able to see straight as her body twitched and pulsed around Minardo’s unceasing attack, Elena’s moans gradually going softer and less focused as she rocked through orgasm after orgasm. A cloudy warmth filled her body, arms shaking from the sensation and heat she felt, the sight of her cum having smeared Minardo’s make-up barely able to be internalized as the iron grip finally lessened.

Even lowered to the ground gently, Elena felt as if she could hardly stand straight, legs wobbling, stumbling into Minardo’s arms. The mature cook wiped her face clean, giving a warm smile to the elf girl held in her arms, lifting her back up.

“C’mon, you look like you need to lay down for a bit with a kind older woman~ Then we can talk some more, alright? Comrade?”

Elena gave a soft, worn-out nod, leaning her head into Minardo’s chest, drifting in and out of consciousness as she felt the cook pull her jacket back over her shoulders, a pleasant little smile on the elf girls face.

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“Captain Korabiskaya?”

“Mmm?”

Ulyana looked up, an easygoing smile on the older woman’s face. She had a recently emptied shot glass in her hand. She was lounging upon Elena’s bed, alongside the woman herself, with a bottle of ‘tuzemak’ between the pair.

Elena cleared her throat, holding her own glass firmly within both her hands.

“I-I just wanted to thank you. For caring for me and being so willing to take me in… and support me, after my surrendering of my titles and status. And for your company tonight, of course.”

Ulyana’s expression became a bit more serious, shifting to sit up a bit straighter. She’d left her uniform jacket slung over the chair in Elena’s room, meaning the sleeveless buttoned uniform top gave Elena a striking view of the captain’s fit, muscular shoulders, distracted for a moment as Ulyana replied.

“Elena: you truly don’t need to thank me. You’re a civilian under our protection, and everyone on this ship feels the same way. We’re all happy to support you and guide you however you’d like. And keeping a comrade company with some nice alcohol is hardly something I’m forcing myself to do.”

Elena smiled a bit, lifting her glass as Ulyana took the bottle, pouring the both of them another drink. Elena hadn’t expected the drink when she’d asked if Ulyana was free to talk this evening, and her lack of experience with alcohol (other than fancy wines served up by her maids) had piqued her curiosity.

The tuzemak was sweet and sugary, with a hint of coconut left lingering in her mouth. Elena enjoyed it- but the expression of Ulyana as she downed her glass was enrapturing. The older woman’s eyes closed, squinting with a soft smile on her lips. She seemed to be savoring it with a far greater depth and experience than Elena could muster, cracking her eyes open after a few extended moments.

“You know, Elena, you’re drinking an alcohol brought all the way from the Union- right off a table in a barter plaza one evening.”

She had a tone of reminisce and warmth, Elena carefully shifting a bit closer on the bed to show her interest.

“Back home, I was a bit of a party girl- if you can believe it. So, I became pretty good company with people who teamed up with Lyster farmers to whip up some uniquely delicious liqueur. I don’t think back fondly often on that- but the drinks still stick in my head. And this is a little taste of home.”

She lifted the bottle again, and Elena smiled softly, lifting her glass to accept another drink.

“I-I’d like to try some of those with you. After all this, I mean. Back in the Union. If you wouldn’t mind.”

Ulyana finished pouring Elena’s portion, giving her brightest smile yet, setting her glass down to run a hand through her blonde hair and chuckling as she eased herself back down, laying down in the bed, supported by her forearm.

“I’ll hold you to that, then.”

Elena bit her lip, the warmth in her stomach suffusing through her body- feeling a bit more brave than usual. Her recent experiences had left her feeling rather sore, but… in a moment of collected courage, Elena downed the entire glass of tuzemak, mouth full of the rich, burning liqueur as she leaned forward on the bed. Her hand grabbed the neck of the bottle to stabilize it, pressing her lips to Ulyana’s.

The mature woman’s eyes widened, the taste of alcohol spilling from between Elena’s lips into her mouth, running down their chins as Ulyana met the kiss with one of her own. Swallowing the beet alcohol that she’d gotten a good half-mouthful of, Ulyana ran an arm over her stained mouth, the surprise mixing with a growing desire on her face.

Elena’s unbuttoned top and undone bra were tossed aside, forgotten the instant they’d left the bed. Ulyana atop her, Elena’s legs parted, wrapped around the older woman’s hip as she poured yet another glass- this one to be shared between the two. Elena’s soft panting, her entire face and body feeling warmed by the alcohol and tender touches and groping shared between them, slowly quieted as she parted her lips, lifting her chin to drink the tuzemak.

Ulyana leaned close, ever so gently tilting the glass- pouring the alcohol between Elena’s soft lips in a slow stream, some staining her chin- dripping down to her exposed chest as she swallowed what she could, the pleasant warmth of it only matched by Ulyana’s lips pressing to hers. A series of light, gentle kisses, tasting the liqueur and slowly trailing down her neck, drawing quiet eager gasps.

Her steady, unwavering attentions, sucking kisses upon Elena’s collarbone kept provoking more and more sounds from the girl beneath her. Elena felt the alcohol beginning to bring a slight fuzzy sensation through her body, giggling as Ulyana’s kisses leaving a trail of pink lipstick smears down her breasts. The sensation of the older woman’s eager, tasting kisses and licks, wasting none of the alcohol gleaming down Elena’s chest, all of it made her feel more and more flushed.

The sight of that blonde hair, splayed out over her chest, the captain she looked up to- who she’d crushed on from first sight- so devoted to touching, to kissing, to teasing more sounds out of Elena. All of it made her hips instinctively lift, Ulyana’s hand rolling down her hip, into her pants, continuing to explore and touch with an assured confidence Elena yearned for.

She gave herself completely to her comrade, moans filling the repurposed officer’s quarters as Ulyana’s fingers pressed into her.

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“Khadija, please- mphm, b-be gentle!”

“Shh, princess, you don’t want any sailors wandering by to overhear, do you?”

Khadija’s voice came out almost as a purr, making Elena’s awkward wriggling come to a complete standstill.

The two were crammed in a rather awkward position- Elena upon Khadija’s lap in the tight quarters of the woman’s Strelok. The older woman’s arms wrapped around Elena’s waist, pulling her even closer. A few recent love bites on the elf’s neck throbbed gently, further distracting Elena from the noises she’d been letting out moments ago.

“I’d been hearing about you and Marina doing some evening training in the hangar, but to think it was just a lie to do something so shameless in a Diver simulator…”

The tips of Elena’s ears turned red as the elf let out a protesting, “H-hey! I-I… Marina couldn’t make it tonight! I-I finished up my stretches early and…”

Her explanation died off out of a lack of any real defense for her actions, heart pounding in her chest. She’d gotten bored doing basic exercises alone and decided to try her hand at the Diver simulator. But it had quickly given her motion sickness, and while laying back in the seat regathering herself, all sweaty and uncomfortable, Elena had decided to be a bit brave- and a bit perverted. Never again.

Because now Khadija was dragging those fanglike canine teeth over the back of her ear, drawing quiet little noises out from Elena, wriggling in her lap. The mature woman’s practiced touches had slipped right under Elena’s gym clothes, groping at her chest and slipping beneath her shorts as Khadija continued to whisper.

“Really, I’d heard you were starting to fit in a little more, but actually managing to make a move on Minardo-”

This threw Elena off with a start, sitting up a bit and twisting in Khadija’s lap in shock.

“Relax, relax, she didn’t gossip- she just clammed up when I brought you up over lunch yesterday. No one else knows about your little rendezvous- although they’d probably just be jealous~”

The comforting purr of Khadija’s tone helped Elena relax even as she huffed and continued to pout.

“Hmph. It’s none of your business what I-eep!”

Her attempt at confidence was quickly undone by the gentle press of a fingertip to her panties, hips lifting out of Khadija’s lap.

“Wow, princess, you’ll give me a big head reacting so shamelessly to my every touch. Or can you just not contain yourself at all?”

The confidence oozing from the mature cat’s every word made Elena’s motions gradually slow in a pathetic act of defiance and effort to maintain her composure. She took another few moments to gather her thoughts before managing to speak.

“I just didn’t want you to think you were getting rusty if I stayed quiet-”

This provoked another nip at her neck, drawing a quiet gasp from Elena as Khadija’s soft purring came to an abrupt halt. When she broke the pregnant silence, her voice had a competitive edge to it that made Elena shiver.

“Rusty, hm? We’ll see if I can flex some muscles and get back into shape, then.”

Elena could only let out an unsteady moan, unable to quiet it as Khadija’s fingertips deftly slipped her panties aside, touching and teasing the younger girl in her lap as she began to ‘punish’ her for her teasing. Several orgasms later, Khadija gave a whispered, extended lecture on how difficult it was to clean the scent of sex out of Divers, and that it wouldn’t be a good spot for future rendezvous.