This story will involve anal, deepthroat, and F/M/F threesums. Part II: http://pastebin.com/9YSK7ubB --- “Captain!” a soft voice calls out to you. You take your hand off your face, having been rubbing it from exhaustion. There in front of you, wide hazel eyes stare at you from beneath a head of fiery red hair. “Private Ley'ra,” you greet her, regarding her with a nod and smile. The girl shuffles in her red jacket, clutching her shoddy rifle. “I trust the proper procedures were met down below?” She smiles at you. “Of course, Captain. I was sent to find you to let you know that everything's alright.” “Were you?” You grin, turning your body in her direction. “Or, did you volunteer?” Ley'ra's smile falters, her lips curling into a frown. ”Um, yes,” she mumbles, a blush creeping onto her pale cheeks. Feeling the flush, she steps back with a panicked look on her face, electing to turn her face to the wall beside her. “Ley'ra, I've got an image to uphold!” you scoff, your smile remaining. “I-I-I'm sorry, Captain!” she stutters, looking back at you with fearful eyes. “I'm joking, Ley'ra.” you reassure, letting out a chuckle. Noticing your grin, she lets out a small breath and smiles slightly. “I understand. Comms are down; those bastards got into our system, good.” You shake your head slightly, your eyes coming to a stop on her rifle. “There's no need to carry that around everywhere. None of them boarded our ship before we destroyed them.” Her hands tighten around the metal of her gun. “I... I know. Yes, Captain,” she mumbles, hesitating before slinging the rifle over her back. Her arm nudges the goggles on her forehead a little. “You're a good soldier, Ley'ra,” you sigh, gesturing her to walk with you down the metal hallway. Reluctantly, she falls into step beside you. “I've told you many times; there's no need to be so formal around me.” You give her a reassuring smile, but her mouth twitches into a frown, her eyes widening. That makes you sigh again. “You need to be less uptight,” you tell her. “That wouldn't be proper...” she rebuttals, looking away. You walk with her for the next while in silence with nothing but the sounds of your boots against the metal floor, the dimly-lit halls of your ship relatively empty. It takes several twists and turns, but the double doors you wished to see finally came into view. Glancing over to your side, you can tell that Ley'ra had an uncomfortable look to her posture. Too loyal, this girl. “What is your opinion on what we do, Ley'ra?” you ask her while the door approaches. Your words catch her off guard, causing her to gasp slightly. “What do you mean, Captain?” she asks, curiously. Shaking your head, you can't help but give a pained smile. “Piracy,” you state, bluntly. A brief bout of silent air follows before you hear her breathe in deeply. “I... you know that's not what we do, Captain,” she answers slowly, putting effort into her words. “I mean, it's the Federation that labels us so. We did nothing wrong.” Hearing her talk to you like a normal person relaxes you, somewhat. You can feel your posture soothe. “We've killed, though. This ship alone has gone through some of the bloodiest battles to happen in the past decade,” you explain, testing her. You can feel her tense up as you two stop before the large metal door before you. “That's... that's a byproduct of the conflict, Captain,” she says, her smooth, creamy voice reverberating through you almost as if you could drink it in. “I recall that we didn't start it. And they destroyed our homes.” Gripping the latch on the door, you shoot her one more reassuring smile. She knows you're testing her, but that fact alone seems to have eased her tension, a bit. Finally, you pull down on the latch, pushing the door in. You get a face full of the night sky, the spacious room before you coated in a beautiful white sheen. Offering her to step inside first, Ley'ra leaves the dim light of the hallway and enters the darkness of the observatory. You follow after her, closing the door behind you and shrouding the two of you in the dark. The far side of the room is nothing but a large window, looking out into the vast expanses of space. A small moon looms several thousand kilometers away, but its white brilliance is enough to subtly highlight the soft features of Ley'ra's face. Pointedly, her gaze is fixated on the moon and the thousand stars behind it. Her eyes are lost in the abyss, but yours are lost, too. Your questions forgotten, Ley'ra approaches the window, almost touching it with her nose. The glass in front of her face fogs up a little, causing her to gasp slightly and step back a bit. You can't help but chuckle. “Our home is gone, so we look for a new one,” you say in a low tone, coming up beside her. “We've been searching for weeks, but... we're safe now, Ley'ra.” She dips her head at your words, her brows furrowed and expression lost in thought. “Keeping on masks and upholding etiquette are the least of our worries,” you tell her, stepping closer to her. Her head turns your way before her wide eyes look at you with curiosity. She looks taken aback, but conflicted. Her breathing deepens. “What do you want, Ley'ra?” you ask. You want her to come out of her shell. You want her to talk to you as a friend. “I... I don't know...” she mumbles, looking like a doe caught in the headlights. It takes all of your willpower to not touch her face with your hand... a battle you lose. With your thumb, you place it on the tip of her chin. She gasps, shying away from your touch, but ends up sinking into your hand. Her eyes close as your palm moves to cup her right cheek, causing a sweet, breathy sigh to leave her mouth. You step closer, bringing your face within inches of hers, your body almost against her. With your left hand, you slowly slide it under her open red jacket and calmly place it on the lower half of her midsection, feeling her silk skin beneath her undershirt. However, she lets out a surprised gasp, her eyes shooting wide open. The moment broken, she steps back from your grasp with a panicked breath. You look at her with a confused and pained look, the warmth replaced with a void in front of you, but her eyes tell you conflict. “Ley'ra...” you whisper, stepping forward. She steps back. “I'm... sorry...” she breathes, stepping back again. Your eyes share one last moment of connection before she breaks away, running out of the room. --- “I gotta hand it to you Cap, ship's food's always been great,” says the blonde girl in front of you, stabbing at another piece of the pie on her plate. She lowers her head and raises the fork to her mouth, but perks an eyebrow at your bored gaze. “Cap?” Blinking twice, you come to, realizing that your own pie slice remains untouched. “Sorry, Sya'ra. Just thinking, is all,” you sigh, shifting in your metal bench. “I'm not really in charge of the food around here, though.” The girl smirks. “It's your ship, though.” Gingerly, she takes a bite of the forkful of pie, her eyes closing in bliss. She shakes her head, her ponytail almost swaying to the music playing in the background. “Mmf... at first, I didn't like my room placement, but damned if it's this close to the tavern.” “I'm glad to hear that, I guess,” you chuckle, leaning forward to prod at your food with your fork. You raise a forkful of your own to your mouth, eyeing the crumbling pastry. Suddenly, you aren't so hungry. Instead, you grab your glass of beer, taking a sip. On a shoddy stage at the other side of the room is a trio of musicians, playing a simple tone. The odd choice of a guitar, drumset and a cello feels strangely fitting to the slow, melodic mood you're in. Thankfully, they aren't playing so loud. “Somethin' wrong, Cap?” Sya'ra asks, tilting her head. You give her blue eyes a short glance, stuffing the food into your mouth and chewing slowly. “It's Ley'ra, ain't it?: You shake your head and lean back, swallowing the mouthful. “Don't know where you got that from.” “Heh. You know...” She stabs at another pie piece with her fork. “Best friends, and all.” “I'm sorry.” “What'd you have to be sorry for? You're helping the poor girl.” “She probably thinks I'm a creep, now.” “Hah! I'd think quite the opposite, you know. She's always talkin' about you and all.” Sya'ra takes another bite from her pie, followed by a long sip from her beer. You let out a small laugh. “Don't get jealous, Sya'ra.” “Don't flatter yourself, Cap,” she laughs. “Like I said, the girl needs someone. Gods know she needs it bad; half the ship's probably fucking each other as we speak.” A pair of other ship crew members on a table behind Sya'ra give your table a look. You shake your head at them, and they go back to their own conversation. “And where do you fall in on this, Sya'ra?” you grin, taking another bite from your pie. “...You inviting me or something?” she smirks back, her eyes going half-lidded. “Like I said, my room's not too far.” You frown and let out a sigh, a certain red-headed girl flashing into your mind. “You know I shouldn't.” The guitar starts to play a pleasant tune, echoing across the metal walls of the tavern. You watch as several crew members enter the room, taking a seat at the bar when the cello starts to draw out its notes. The slow music sounds like it's beckoning you to do something, but you don't know what it is. At the same time, you do. “Don't you know? I wouldn't do that to my poor Ley'ra,” Sya'ra laughs, returning to poking at her pie. After another bite and sip, she speaks up. “You gotta be rough with her.” “Eh?” You perk an eyebrow. You've never taken Ley'ra as the frenzied type; she's quite possibly the most delicate person you've met, emotionally... at least when it comes to relationships. As a soldier, she's as stout as the rest. The slow, simple music reminds you of her. “You heard me,” Sya'ra reaffirms, putting her fork down. “Girl likes it when you're forward with her.” “I... find that hard to believe. I was under the impression that I was too forward with her.” “Not forward enough, more like it. Seriously, grab her by the hips and pull her in, she'll melt like butter.” “...And you know this, how?” “Heh, you know,” she says, picking up her fork again. “Best friends, and all.” “I feel like this concerns me, somehow.” “Trust me, Cap. You got her right where...” She pauses to think. “Right where she wants you to have her at. Ship ain't that big, she'll likely come to you.” Sya'ra goes back to chowing down on her pie, her pint now half-empty. You grab your own glass and sip on it some more, bringing you down to a third. Without another word between you two, you watch her finish her pie slice. Seeing that you didn't really touch yours, you push your plate over to her, chuckling when she accepts it greedily. The music continues its solemn tune, the guitar and cello sounding like they're circling each other in a slow dance. It sways you, urging you to move. So you do, grabbing your glass and downing the rest of your glass. You stand up to leave, but Sya'ra merely smiles at you. You nod to her and walk out of the room, the music seemingly following you. As you walk through the confines of your ship, your head is bowed slightly. The long, boring metal halls pass you by, as do some crew members moving about the ship. Still, the music reverberates through your spine, carrying you to your room. You need to rest, it's been a long day. Your thoughts are clouded with images of Ley'ra; you've been thinking about her a lot, lately. She always wanted to prove herself as a worthy subordinate to you, as if your approval was her sustenance. Truthfully, you always saw eye to eye with her, but you humoured her formal and admittedly cute attitude, anyways. Why are you so attracted to this girl? Of all the people you've been with, she's perhaps the most... ordinary of them. Or she is, at least, on the surface. Perhaps it's her story you're interested in. To you, she's kind of like a book with a simple but pretty cover on it, sharing a narrative of flower petals; sweet and delicate. You turn a corner, the final one that takes you to your lonely quarters. However, you stop short, nearly bumping into a face-full of red hair. The guitar playing in your mind stops, its last note fading out with the cello. Ley'ra gasps, stepping back with a shocked look on her face. She's still wearing her red jacket with her goggles on her head, her rifle still slung over her back. Why was she down this dead-ended hall? The only place it leads to is your room. For a moment, your eyes are locked with hers in shock. Her pale skin is even paler, as if she had just seen a ghost. Though, with your mind so occupied with her lately, seeing her in the flesh is a little unreal to you, too. Another shortened breath escapes her opened mouth, but you smile. Time to see if Sya'ra's advice will win it or lose it. You step towards her, but she doesn't move, too shocked to do anything. Your heart rate starts to quicken, telling you to withdraw, but you step forward again anyways. This time, she backs up a little, but her arms twitch towards you. You take that as an invite and close the distance, placing your hands on each side of her lower torso. You can feel her smooth skin underneath her thin undershirt, and your face finds itself just inches from hers. Her body twitches at your touch, and for a moment, you feel like she's going to run away. You're not having any of that. Advancing still, you now wrap your arms around her midsection, pulling her towards you. Your eyes never break contact, and both of your breaths start quickening. Ley'ra's arms betray her need to flee as she places each of her hands on your shoulders, almost pulling you even closer. Your eyes are half-lidded as you stare into hers; she's finally in your grasp. She's relented. She's yours. It takes a lot of your willpower to not lock lips with her there. Instead, you step back, beginning to move down the hall. Your hands are still locked around her midsection, pulling her with you as you go. She follows with no resistance. For the entire walk, your eyes are locked. Whenever she would blink, you would, too. Her breaths trade with yours, and she almost leans in to kiss you. You back up when she does, savouring the moments you have with her. Finally, you reach your room, the door sliding open. Walking in, you pull her towards you, causing her to stumble. She lets out a small gasp but soon finds her body supported against yours, your noses practically touching now. The door to your room slides closed and so do your eyelids. Your lips finally meet with hers, and the guitar and cello in your head start playing again. Her lips are the smoothest things you've ever placed your mouth upon, and she draws you in as desperately as you do to her. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you into her while your arms wrap around her back. “Nnf...” Ley'ra moans through your lips, letting out a large breath from her nose. You feel her exhale against your cheek as you push her back, causing her to bump against the counter by your door. You raise one of your hands to grab at the goggles on her forehead, pulling it off and throwing it onto the counter behind her. She relaxes her shoulders, dropping her rifle to the floor as well. With your lips still locked together, you pull at her jacket until she shakes it off. She presses her body against you almost painfully, but you squeeze her against you just as tight. Her breasts press against your chest as you press your head against hers even harder. You don't know why, but you want to drink this girl in, and she wants you to do it. Your lips part with a loud smack as you pull back. Your eyes open, meeting her disappointed stare. She seems upset at the void suddenly in front of her. However, you start to pull at the base of her shirt. She gasps again, her hands reflexively grabbing yours. For a moment, her eyes are full of fear, but you reassure her with a slow blink and a smile. Her chest is heaving but she seems to calm at that, her hands slowly loosening around yours. Giving her a reassuring nod you start to pull up, never looking away from her eyes. You can almost feel her heart race as you do so, undoubtedly unused to being touched like this. Regardless, she lets you do it, letting you pull her shirt the entire way over her head. As you let the shirt fall to the floor, you see her shift uncomfortably against the counter. She's wearing a simple white b-cup sized bra. Nervously, she raises her hands to her back, unbuckling the bra and letting it fall to the floor. She may not be the most shapely woman you've met, but she's the prettiest thing you've ever laid your eyes on. You meet her nervous blush with another reassuring smile. As pent up as her posture is, she relaxes a little. She flinches as you pull off your own shirt, throwing it onto the floor. You step forward, once more closing the gap between your two. Slowly, your left hand caresses her side. Her body flinches at your touch, but you can feel her try not to. Instead of moving away, she leans into your touch, drinking in the warmth of your hand against her silky skin. With your other hand, you do the same to her other side, but quickly slide it up her torso. A small breath escapes her lips, but she still shakily forces herself to not flinch from your touch. “Mmf...” she moans as you caress her breast with your right hand, her pink nipple poking against your thumb. You move your face towards hers and she meets you halfway, locking lips with you once again. Her body stops shaking as he melts into your hands, leaning forward from the counter and pressing herself up against you. With your lips still touching, you step back, this time pulling her towards your bed. All the while, your hands move down to her hips, moving to grip at the sides of her pants. When you reach your bed. you stop moving, grasping the sides of her pants and pull down. She doesn't shy away from you this time, letting the pants drop to the floor. “Mmf!” she gasps into your lips as you suddenly grip her panties, pulling them down as well. You part lips again, sitting down on the bed behind you with your hands still gripping her underwear. She stands there nervously as you pull it the rest of the way down, letting it fall to the floor. In front of you is her smooth entrance, ripe for the taking. As you stare at Ley'ra lovingly, she leans down, taking each of your hands into hers. You look up to her face and she gives you a small smile, guiding each of your hands to her hips. There, you squeeze her, causing her to let out a breathy exhale. You pull her towards you, causing her to fall on top of you. You lean back as she does, gripping her mid section to ensure she lands on you smoothly. With your face beneath hers, you kiss her. Each of her arms wrap around the back of your head, pulling you against her face. However, she parts again, sitting up beside you. She unbuckles your pants and pulls them down, gasping at the bulge she's presented with. After giving you a questioning glance, you nod to her, and she pulls down your boxers as well. For a moment, the two of you stare at each other. You feel your heart racing faster than ever before, but you feel relaxed. To your surprise, it's her who takes the initiative, climbing on top of you and sitting on your stomach with her thighs on each of your sides. You can feel every bit of her against you, and the warmth she radiates. “I want this,” she whispers. “Me too,” you agree. To her surprise, you grab her by the sides and pull her down to your left. You roll around and shuffle towards her, climbing on top of her while guiding your hips to hers. Your member rests against her entrance, and you keep it there for a moment while you lean back, sitting up. The two of you look at each other with a stupid smile on each of your faces. She wants you to take her, but you can't help but revel in the moment. With one hand gripping each side of her hips, you withdraw your hips a bit, sliding your member against her lips. Her eyes close in bliss as you do this, until you prod her entrance with your tip. She gives you an eager, pleading stare. You oblige, and push in. “Ah...” she gasps, placing each of her hands on top of yours. You take it slow, pushing in as carefully as you can. She's wet. Your tip slides through her walls with ease, and you can feel her walls tightly hug every inch of you. “Nnh!” Ley'ra gasps again as you give her hips a slight squeeze. You can feel her body twitch at your touch as you push in further. Your own body ripples with pleasure. Finally, your hips meet with her thighs, your entire length buried inside of her. Her head is tilted back with her eyes closed while biting her lower lip. She tilts her head up and opens her eyes, staring into you. A happy glance is exchanged, but you surprise her by starting to pull out. Her body twitches as you withdraw slowly, feeling your flesh slide against hers as it did when entering her. “Oh...” Ley'ra whispers, rolling her eyes back and tilting her head back again. Your tip nears the end, so you begin to push back in. Her teeth clench as you go a little faster this time, your hips meeting hers again. You pull out faster, and push in faster. Her eyes shoot open as you thrust twice more. “Ah!” she moans, her mouth gaping when you thrust another two times. “Agh, gosh!” You straighten your back as you quicken your thrusts, your hands squeezing her hips tight enough that your fingers start to hurt. Her hands slide up her own body, her right hand cupping her breast. You slide up both of your hands to her upper torso, leaning your body forward. You stop thrusting for a moment to pull her closer to you, resuming your pace afterwards. “Nnf, god! Aah!” You start thrusting as fast as you can, causing her body to spasm. You can feel her muscles tense up underneath you, her walls clenching your shaft as you fuck her. She climaxes, arcing her back as she does while you continue to thrust. Her mouth gapes open, but she makes no noise. That's when you place your lips on hers amidst your thrusting. She moans deeply into your kiss, the muscles all around around her body relaxing. Despite your continued thrusts, her posture goes limp, her eyes closing. You part lips with hers and you and slow down your thrusts, lifting yourself off of her as you do. Eventually, you stop thrusting, causing her to groggily open her eyes to see what you're doing. You climb off of her and the bed but keep your hands on her hips, pulling her with you. Her eyes are wide in curiosity now, but she shows no sign of wanting to stop. “Ah!” she yelps as you suddenly flip her around. With her ass facing you, you pull her up by the hips to your hip level as you stand. She weakly props herself up on her arms but ultimately leans into you. As you align yourself with her entrance, she speaks up. “Wait...” she says through her ragged breaths. You oblige, giving her hip a small squeeze with your right hand. She takes the moment to breathe while you patiently wait, until she leans up. She pushes her ass against your hips, forcing you to step back as she steps off the bed as well. You grip her mid section as she leans up to press her back against your chest, using her right hand to grip yours. She moves your hand and slides it up to her chest, making you cup her breast. Your face is buried into the side of her neck, smelling the sweet sheen of sweat that coats her skin. “Can we...” she breathes, trailing off while giving you a subtle push with her ass. “...in there?” With your hands, you slowly massage her side and breast. She coos as you kiss the back of her neck, pulling your hips back a little. You bring your left hand down and guide your member between her supple cheeks, finding her rear entrance. You push against her and she resists, her back arcing away from you as you do. However, she pushes back into you, her right hand finding its way on top of yours while you massage her breast. She encourages you to continue, pushing her ass against your member. Coated in her juices, your tip slowly makes its way in. “Mmf...” Ley'ra moans, her chest heaving. Your shaft soon follows the tip, inching its way into her ass as you push forward. Her tight ring clenches around you, and you're careful to go slow. “Aah, stop...” she gasps. You stop with your shaft lodged halfway into her, feeling her clench around you a few times. She takes the moment to breathe slowly, trying to exercise her rear muscles. With your right hand still on her breast, you continue to massage her, kissing her neck again. You want to let her know you're patient for her. She responds by caressing your hand with hers, letting you know that she wants you as much as you want her. A few moments pass by like this until you feel her ring start to ease up. “Okay... go,” she whispers to you, and you oblige. Slowly, you begin to push in again. This time, you don't feel as much of a resistance against you. Your hip soon meets her ass cheeks and you press into her, your full length burying itself inside of her. You stay like that for a moment, feeling her back expand and contract as she breathes. “You okay?” you ask with a low voice, your mouth right next to her cheek. She responds by squeezing your right hand with hers, slowly nodding her head. Her short red hair tickles against the side of your face. Taking a deep breath in, you slowly start to pull out, your left hand pushing against her ass. As you do this, she inhales a sharp intake of breath, but nods again, goading you on. As you've done before, you start to push back in when you were almost completely out. You do it slowly, trying not to hurt her. When your hips meet her ass again, you don't stop to rest. Slowly you pull out, and then you slowly push back in. It's a little slow, but you don't want her to be in unwanted pain. However, upon the third thrust, she lets out a sharp breath. “Harder,” she whispers lightly, almost catching you off guard. You breathe in the scent of the sweet sweat on her neck, continuing to trust slowly. “Are you sure?” you ask, hesitant. “Yes,” she answers with a breathy whisper. You inhale before kissing her neck again, nodding. Ever so slightly, you start to thrust a little quicker. Her hand clenches your wrist even tighter, but she makes no sign for you to stop. Steadily, you continue to piston into her, even if it's still a little slow. You're sure she should be in pain by now. “Harder,” she repeats, catching you off guard again. You almost don't want to oblige, but you do. You were fucking her hard before, but you weren't sure if you wanted to go that fast for this. Still, you steadily push into her, her ring still clenching at you tightly. “...Harder,” she says again, goading you on. Are you not adequate enough? Now that you know that she means to go hard, you start thrusting hard. Your hips start to slap against her ass as you do. “Nngh... keep going...” she says through gritted teeth. You wrap both of your arms around her midsection, pushing her back flat against your stomach and chest. Her head arcs back and leans into your shoulder as you grunt into her cheek. Nevermind going slow anymore, you start thrusting as hard as you can. You're pounding her hard enough for it to start hurting you, and she still doesn't relent. “Aaah!” she moans loudly as you fuck her while standing up. She drops her hands to grab each of her ass cheeks, spreading them for you. With your arms still around her midsection, you suddenly stop thrusting, pulling out. Before she can react, you swing her around you and pin her against the wall, coming up behind her. You guide your shaft to her ring, quickly pushing it in again. Nothing's holding you back. She's your delicate flower, but you want nothing more than to defile her right now. And she wants you to do it. As your head comes back to the side of her neck, you give her another kiss. Then you start thrusting as hard as you can, fucking her with every last bit of energy you have left. You don't know for how long you do this, but it feels like forever. Your breathing is hard but steady, and your vision is nothing but lust. Nothing matters to you but the two of you right now. You don't hear anything but her moans, your grunts, and your hips slamming against her ass. You feel your insides begin to bubble as you near your climax. When you finally feel yourself begin to erupt, you quicken your thrusts a little bit. “I'm... coming...!” you grunt as you pump into her, your thrusts slowing but steadying. You've never had this intense of an orgasm before. “Ngh... shit!” Ley'ra moans, reaching her own climax. Her ring clenches you tighter than ever before, milking every last drop of cum from you. Nothing has ever prepared you for this, your climax lasting seemingly forever. Finally you stop thrusting, squeezing her midsection against you with your shaft lodged completely into her. You stay like that for a bit, the wall being the only thing that's supporting both of your weight. Slowly you pull out, your shaft softening as your cum oozes out of her ass. She's putty in your arms, but you do your best to drag her over to your bed a few steps away. As you collapse onto the bed beside her, you let out an exasperated but satisfied sigh. Despite being covered from head to toes in sweat, you pull her up against you, spooning her. Both of your breaths are heavy, but they calm down as the minutes tick by. Soon, the cold catches up to your uncovered bodies, so you grab your blanket and haphazardly throw it over yourself and the now sleeping Ley'ra. With your head buried into the back of her neck, you drift off to sleep.