You sit in the captains chair as Emilia, your first officer approaches you. Her big chest bounces as she walks and you can clearly see her nipples poking through the skintight uniform We are ready to head to the Galaris System, Captain.
I nod at Emilia and glance forward to the screen. "Engage!" As I give the order in a confident voice, the navigation officer punches some commands into her console and the ship charges up the frameshift drive. within a second, it accelerates beyond lightspeed. as we travel towards the Galaris System, I press a control button on the command chair. "Captain's Log, Stardate 23112329: An emergency signal was picked up by our communications officer during our route to Gamma Hydra, originating from the Galaris System. Since we are the only ship within reach, the Horny was assigned to investigate the whereabouts of the signal unknown. Ship and crew are in peak condition and we should find out what happened in Galaris within the hour." Stopping the recording, my eyes wander to the screen again as I stroke my goatee beard, waiting for our arrival.
The journey takes less then an hour but that doesn't mean nothing happens before you reach your destination. The communications officer picks up another emergency transmission from the Galaris system. It is coming from one of their medical stations and it sounds desperate. Something has gone horribly wrong with the station's containment systems and a highly contagious airborne disease has spread throughout the facility. Patients and staff alike have fallen ill and need to be contained before the pathogen can infect anyone else. As you get closer to the Galaris system, Emilia the first officer approaches. She leans forward seductively exposing her ample cleavage. "Permission to come aboard Captain?" she purrs sexily.
"Emilia, my dear..." I reply with a soft, silent voice. "Not on the bridge, you know the regulations... I represent the entire ship, I shouldn't do that with a raging boner or my first officer bouncing on my lap..."
Her smile widens as you continue talking, knowing full well the effect she has on you. She retorts playfully, "But you never mentioned anything about not having fun while in command! Maybe I should join our chief medical officer and assist in containment efforts, eh captain?" With that, she wiggles her perfectly shaped ass at you before turning around and walking off the bridge.
"Before we know anything about the pathogen, no one will leave this station nor enter it. Dr. Trepowski should prepare some Class VI hazard suits for the away team, should no one down there be able to give us some information. The last thing I need is whatever happened there also happening on this ship. For all we know it could be anything. Maybe even some weird form of space syphilis..." Glancing over to the tactical console, I glance at the tactical officer. "Lieutenant Keeda? Any ship trying to make a run from it from the station is about to be held with the tractor beam. If need be, fire with precision strikes and disable their engines. Any ship docking with the station is to remain docking. Ladies, we are now enforcing a complete quarantine on that station. I expect you to perform your duties impeccable."
Dr. Trepowski salutes smartly as she leaves to get the necessary equipment. Lieutenant Keeda activates the tractor beam and locks onto a nearby transport ship that was preparing to leave the Galaris system. It screeches to a halt as its engines die and then shuts down completely. She turns to face you with an expectant expression. Emilia, meanwhile, heads back to her quarters to change into a form-fitting class VI hazmat suit, leaving her ample cleavage hidden but displaying other assets instead...
Watching the events unfold on the screen, I glance at thetransport ship. "Hail that transporter!" A series of sounds ring off, stating that communications has been established. "This is Captain Tyler Jones from the starship USS Horny! You are about to leave a quarantined system. I have to order you to return back to the station and remain there until the situation has been resolved!"
"Wait just a damn minute!" comes the angry reply through the comms. "The systems here are going haywire and people are dropping like flies! There's no way we can just sit tight while everyone outside helps us!" The man on the comm sounds panicked and irrational.
"Captain," Lieutenant Keeda says calmly, "we could board their vessel and help them defend themselves. Perhaps show them how the containment suits work."
Inhaling deeply, I assess the situation. "Bridge to Medbay!"
Dr. Trepowski answers immediately, sounding ashen and harried. "Captain? We've barely gotten all the staff in containment gear. Everyone else is still fighting the infection down here. How can we possibly send anyone up to the bridge?"
My eyes dart over to Lieutenant Keeda. "There is your answer, Lieutenant. Our medical staff is spread thin enough and our containment gear is limited. We can not aid them like this." I once more address the transport ship. "Transport vessel! The current situation is known and critical. We do not ask you to enter or dock with the station, just to remain in its proximity for the time being. The more we know about the unknown pathogen, the faster we can help."
The angry captain on the other end pauses for a moment, seemingly calming himself. "Alright, Captain. But if anything happens to my crew because they didn't get help soon enough..." he threatens, but his voice trails off. "We'll wait it out then."
Nodding a bit, I close my eyes for a moment. One problem out of the way. On the screen the tractor beam is released and the transporter orbits the station in proximity. Glancing at the station, I lean my head towards the communications officer. Lieutanent Kyra, can we get a comm channel with the station itself?
As Lieutenant Keeda works her magic, a garbled message comes through on an unsecured channel moments later: "This is Galaris Station, medical facility. Requesting assistance from the USS Horny immediately. Repeat, our containment systems have failed and casualties are mounting. Please respond!"
A sigh of relief escapes me. Seemingly not everyone on board is dead. With some lucksome medical staff is still alive, supporting us with vital information, so this incident can be solved quickly. "This is Captain Tyler Jones from the starship USS Horny. We are here in reply to your emergency call. Can you tell us what happened?"
The transmission grows more static-filled as it continues, making it difficult to understand what they are saying. However, a few words manage to cut through the noise: "virus... bio-weapon... enemy ship..." Their voice fades once again before coming back stronger, sounding more distant. "...can't last much longer..." There's a pause before their voice returns with a whisper, barely audible over the static: "Please help us..."
My eyes widen as I hear this, before my face darts to the tactical console "Yellow alert!Scans! Are we alone in this system or is someone else out there?"
Another volley of sensor sweeps comes back almost instantly; the readings show no other ships near Galaris Station, but an unidentified energy signature has been detected moving erratically at high speeds several AUs away. The computer reports that the signal could potentially be coming from the direction of the nearby Gamma Hydra star cluster.
My face darkens as I get a feeling that we are being lured here. "Shields! And Lieutenant Keeda? Keep track of that energy signature. Something tells me we are getting guests pretty soon..."
Emilia walks up beside you and whispers in your ear, "Captain, maybe it would be best if you put on one of those Class VI suits as well. Just in case we have to go down there and sort things out." She runs her hand seductively along your arm as she says this, making sure her breasts press against your shoulder.
I nod, as her logic is sound. "Good idea. Are there any smaller signals on the station similar to the one we read out there?"
"No, sir," comes the reply from tactical. "All our sensors are picking up is the main transmission source on the surface of the station itself."
"Alright, time to see what is going on down there. If that energy signal draws nearer, inform me at once!" As I step into the turbo lift with Emilia, I glance back to tactical. "Lieutenant Keeda? You got the bridge..." With that the lift doors close and the lift goes down. I grab a hand full of Emilia's ass as I look straight forward. "You look georgous as always in skin tight clothing, my dear..."
Emilia blushes, her cheeks reddening, but she doesn't seem at all upset by the attention. In fact, she seems to enjoy it. "Thank you, Captain. But I must admit... being confined to this suit does make me feel a bit... restrained. Wouldn't it be nice if we could take off these bulky suits and continue this little conversation in private?" She winks at you, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"Once this is over, I intend to see you in my cabin, Number One... I know how you're a nudist in your free time, if you're not on duty...
As the lift descends, Emilia bites her bottom lip, looking up and down at your body, taking in the view. "Mmm, I can hardly wait, Captain. Just imagine what kinds of things we could get up to once those suits are off... We could-" Her voice trails off as the lift comes to a halt, the doors sliding open to reveal chaos. The medical bay is filled with bodies strewn about and people screaming in pain. The atmosphere is thick with fear and desperation.
A burly security officer runs up to you and Emilia, his eyes wild with panic. "Captain! You've gotta help us contain the virus! The patients have gone mad and they're attacking anyone who tries to help them!" He leads you both deeper into the medical bay, past rows of sick and dying crew members.
As you make your way through the maelstrom
"Have you tried sedating them? Maybe even restraining them for the time being?"
The security officer shakes his head frantically. "We've done that, sir! But it doesn't seem to be helping. They just keep getting more aggressive! And the worst part is that our containment gear isn't strong enough to hold them down for long..." He gestures helplessly at the writhing bodies around them.
Suddenly, one of the crew members nearby moans loudly before springing to her feet and sprinting toward you and Emilia. Before either of you can react, she lunges at you, claws raking across your armored chest as you cry out in surprise and pain.
"Shit!" You yell as blood trickles down your chest plate. "Lieutenant Keeda! Traumatic shock rifle on me, now!"
Seeing my own blood switches me into survival mode. I don't wait until someone grabs a gun to aid me and deliver a haymaker to the infected woman, causing her to fall to the ground unconscious. "So they are going feral and attack folks... Means this virus attacks the brain...! I ram a hypo-spray into my chest to stop the bleeding and glance over to Emily. After that attack, I am infected as well. "Where is Dr. Trepowski?"
Dr. Trepowski hurries over, looking frantic. "Captain!" she cries out when she sees you wounded. "What happened? We have to get everyone into quarantine stat!" As she examines you, she glances down at the still form of the infected crew member on the floor. Her eyes widen in realization. "No... not you too..." she whispers.
"No time for despair, Doctor! That virus makes them all feral. Do we have something to counter that?
Emilia steps forward, concern etched onto her face. "Doctor, what about the Class VII biocontainment suit? It should be able to isolate Captain Jones from the virus while also providing support to counteract its effects." She glances meaningfully at the captain before continuing, "There's one back at our quarters, if you can spare someone to fetch it."
"If it's already in my body, it will only slow the intake of further amounts of viral contaminant. What we need are solutions, Doctor..."
The doctor shakes her head vehemently. "But sir, with the proper treatment, there's no reason you shouldn't survive! The virus only attacks certain receptors in the brain, and the Class VII suit is designed specifically to counter those effects. It might buy us enough time to find a cure, or at least develop a vaccine!"
"Lieutenant Keeda," you say firmly, "see if you can't get Emily's class VII containment suit. We don't know how much time we have."
A few minutes later, the containment suit is delivered and I undress in order to get into the suit. Once the suit is on, I activate it and it filters the contaminants out of the air I breath. A female voice sounds off the suit. "Wearer: Captain Tyler Jones. Good morning, Captain. It's nice to be worn by you again. Warning! foreign pathogen in bloodstream detected, begin cleansing procedure." Inside the suit, nanomachines are injected into my body in order to fight the virus. I grumble a bit in relief. "That should buy us time..."
Doctor Trepowski nods gratefully. "Thank you, Captain. With that suit on, you should be safe from any further harm while we work on finding a permanent solution." She turns her attention back to the chaos surrounding them. "Lieutenant Emilia, please help me gather everyone affected and take them to the biocontainment ward. We need to isolate them as quickly as possible." The two officers immediately spring into action, directing survivors toward the exit and away from the infected crew members.
At this point all hopes are resting on Doctor Trepowski and her medical expertise. Since I don't hear anything from the bridge, everything should be fine up there. A virus turning human beings into feral creatures with claws is a weapon that has to be abolished.
Emilia's thoughts race as she helps the doctor contain the infected crew members. She can't believe that something so horrible was released aboard their ship; it seems almost impossible that someone could have done such a thing deliberately... But then again, Gamma Hydra is teeming with life and civilizations; who knows what kind of dangers might lie in wait out there?
Samples are collected over and over again for hours to run tests on them but each medication turns out invalid or destructive to the cell culture. But then, finally, one test runs positive and heals the infected cells.
"Captain!" Emilia cries out, running over to you. "Dr. Trepowski found a cure! We need to get this information back to the ship immediately!" Her eyes glisten with hope as she hands you a data chip containing the research and findings. "It's our only chance at stopping this before anyone else gets hurt!"
sweat runs down my forehead as breathing is hard in that infected state. "Administer it to all infected on board the Horny, then on the station and transporter. Get the rest of the crew inoculated as well in order to avoid a second outbreak." I pat Emilia on the shoulder. "Good job, you two..."
Emilia smiles weakly, her hand brushing against your armored suit. "Thank you... I just hope we can put an end to this nightmare soon." As she helps Dr. Trepowski distribute the newly discovered cure, you hear Lieutenant Keeda contact you over the comm: "Captain, this is Lieutenant Keeda. Our tractor beam still has the transport vessel locked. Should I order them to stand down?"
"Negative," you reply. "Prepare to board; we might need their medical supplies and expertise. But be cautious: do not let any infected crew members escape or interfere with our mission."
After boarding the transporter vessel and administering the cure to the crew and the staff of the station, I'm sitting back in my captain's chair in my usual uniform and glance at that energy reading of that unkown energy reading. My face darkens as I think of the crewmembers I lost to that attack or the many people that died to that cowardly attack. "Attention, all stations! We avoided crisis, but I think it's only fair that we seek out who threw that punch at us and return the favor. Prepare for battle!" Looking over to tactical, I nod over to Keeda.* "Red alert! Raise shields and transfer energy into emergency force fields." As the Horny went on an intecept course with the energy signal, the sensors could at some point make out a ship of unkown origin. Unlike the Horny, a starship of functional design, this ship was about 3 or 4 kilometers long and had many shapes and forms sticking out of the hull like blades.
Lieutenant Keeda nods sharply at your command, her hands flying across the console as she raises the shields to their maximum strength and routes energy to the emergency force fields. The tactical display shows the status of the ship's systems as they prepare for combat: the navigational deflector dish, phasers, torpedoes, and shields are all at the ready. "Targeting systems locked onto the unknown vessel, Captain," she reports. "Waiting for your orders."
"Prepare to fire upon them if they show hostile intent," you say grimly. "But let's see what they want first. Keep a close eye on them, Lieutenant."
The strange-looking ship continues its approach, its mismatched hull structures casting odd shadows across the void. It pauses briefly before hailing the Horny. "This is the flagship of the Ketran Order
Standing up, I face the screen, giving order to the comms officer. "On screen..." On screen appeared an alien of feline features, wearing armor. I am Prince Thrakkath of the Ketran Order within the Kilrathi Empire! And you, whoever you are, are trespassing within our sacred hunting grounds." His voice was accompanied by a constant growl as if a lion would speak in a mixture of animalistic growl and human speech. "I am Captain Tyler Jones from the starship USS Horny. You were attacking vessels and stations within this system. We were not aware that another sentient life form had made claims to this system. Know then that your biological weapon has been disarmed!" Thrakkath's eyes widened. "You withstood the feral virus?!?" A chuckle emitted from his throat. "Splendid! Absolutely splendid! I was against the use of that weapon, but high command wanted to feel the waters. Now we know that we have to deal with equal predators, not just mere prey..." I frowned a bit at this notion. "I don't think I understand... We were tested?" Thrakkath's eyes now emitted bloodthirst. "That you were, Captain... You kind is not welcome in Galaris. Leave this system now! If we are to find your kind again in this system, then the next time there will be no more tests..." With that the comm channel was shut down. On the screen, the Kilrathi ship turned away and left the system with an FTL jump. Taking a sigh of relief, I close my eyes. "Cancel red alert..."
Lieutenant Keeda's lips tighten into a thin line as she listens intently to the exchange between you and the Ketran Prince. "They certainly left us with a clear warning, Captain," she says quietly when the channel closes. "But at least we can breathe easy knowing they won't be a threat right now." She glances back up at you, concern etched onto her features. "Are you alright, sir? That virus couldn't have been easy on you either."
As you consider her question, Emilia steps forward, looking slightly less pale than before. "Captain," she says nervously, "perhaps it would be best if you removed that containment suit now that the immediate danger has passed. It must be uncomfortable to wear for such a long time."
"Good idea... Number One? You have the bridge." I state over to Emilia before I head to Medbay for a brief check and to bring back the containment suit. An hour later I am in my own cabin, lying on the bed as I read the report on our first encounter with the Kilrathi, an alien species able of spaceflight as well. The report to Earth was already send. "That's what you get for taking patrols on the border, Tyler..." I say to myself.
It was a close call, Captain, but you navigated through it admirably. Our scans indicate that there are no lingering traces of the viral agent left aboard the ship or within your system, so there shouldn't be any lasting effects from your exposure. But rest assured, we will remain vigilant and continue to monitor for any signs of their return. In the meantime, perhaps some shore leave is in order? You deserve some time to recuperate after everything that's happened.
I remember my conversation with Doctor Trepowski in medbay and how I agreed for at least a week shore leave for the crew. Now, I lie in my own bed and try to relax a bit after this ordeal.
Emilia enters the room quietly, carrying a tray of food and drink. She sets it down on the small table beside your bed with a soft smile. "Thought you might like something to eat, Captain," she says, her voice quiet and soothing. "You know, to help you build your strength back up."
"Thank you, Emilia," you reply, sitting up slightly against the pillows. As you begin eating, you take in her appearance; she looks as stunning as ever despite being dressed in casual clothing instead of her official uniform. It occurs to you that she may have used some of her nudist downtime to arrange this little encounter. The thought brings a smile to your face.
I stand up from the bed and approach the table she stands and try some of the food, while my other hand kneads her firm ass. "Tastes like food you cooked yourself. Replicated food doesn't taste that good." I praise her.
Emilia blushes brightly, her cheeks flushing a warm shade of pink. "Why thank you, sir... I'm glad you enjoyed it." Her gaze lingers on your hands for a moment before she turns away, focusing on setting up a movie night for the two of you later that evening. "So," she begins conversationally, trying to seem casual, "do you want to discuss the rest of our shore leave plans?"
I take a few more gulps of her food, before I follow her to the couch, where I sit down in the middle of it, only to pull her closer to me in a riding position on top of my lap, kneading her ass with both hands now. "Emilia... You know how the shore leave goes on this ship... We choose a planet with rotating skeleton crew back in orbit while we book an entire beach resort and half the crew tries to sneak into my room for some fun. And by the end of it, Doctor Trepowski complains to me that she has to replicate all the morning after pills for the crew, since the girls know pregnancy is against regulation, if you don't want to be transferred off ship..."
Emilia laughs softly at your words, her body relaxing against yours as you hold her close. "Well, Captain... It sounds like you have quite the reputation. But I'm here with you now; nothing will happen between us without your consent." She leans forward, brushing her lips against yours tenderly. "And as for your shore leave plans... I think we should do something special together. Something just for us."
Gently biting into her lower lip, I glance into her eyes, before I let go again. "Let me guess... You want to sit on my captain's chair again? Captain Emilia of the USS Jones..."
Emilia giggles at your teasing remark, but doesn't deny it either. "Of course, if that's what you wish, sir. I'd be honored to serve under your command once more." Her hands find their way around your neck, gently massaging the back of your head. "But perhaps we could also do other things... Explore places not usually seen by officers and crew alike..." The mention of the word "explore" carries a suggestive undertone in her voice.
Arching a brow, I begin to smirk. "What's on your mind, Emilia?
Emilia leans closer still, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "I was thinking about those parts of the ship where no one goes except for maintenance bots... Dark, mysterious places filled with all sorts of intriguing equipment and machinery..." Her lips brush against your jawline. "Do you think it would be possible for us to sneak off there tonight?"
The thought of exploring these forbidden areas of the ship together sends a shiver down Emilia's spine. There's something so thrilling and taboo about doing something like this while on duty, defying the rules and regulations that normally govern their lives aboard the ship. Plus, getting to spend quality time alone with Captain Jones in such an intimate setting promises to be nothing short of intoxicating.
"Oooh, those kinds of places are dirty and grimy... Are you sure a woman like you should be thereto receive a hot load of plasma?"
Emilia laughs softly, leaning back slightly to regard you with amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, really? You think I can handle it?" She tilts her head playfully, a coy smile curving her lips upward. "Well, if you insist..." Her gaze drops to where your hands are still kneading her rear end, causing heat to pool low in her belly. "Besides," she whispers, voice husky now, "maybe we could find somewhere more private to... practice."
As soon as the words are out, Emilia's cheeks flush a deep red, her heart racing as she wonders what exactly Captain Jones might be thinking right now. The thought of exploring these forbidden parts of the ship with him tonight has become almost irresistible, her body thrumming with anticipation at the thought of what might happen between them once they step foot off the
Beneath her, I erect to full length and it presses against her cameltoe. "You just know how to make things sound enticing, don't you?"
Emilia bites her lower lip, unable to hide the pleased smile that spreads across her face at your words. They never have had their shore leave alone together before; each time one of them was assigned to oversee another group of crewmembers. This whole situation feels different though, somehow more intense than usual... And the thought of spending intimate time with Captain Jones in one of those mysterious hidden places on the ship sends a shiver of excitement down her spine.
Gently standing up with her, he winks at her before he leaves his cabin with her. In the turbolift, he stand close behind her and his erection prods her through the clothing.
The heat emanating from the captain's body is nearly overwhelming as they wait for the turbolift to arrive. Emilia fights to control her breathing, taking quick shallow gasps as her heart races in anticipation of what might be about to happen. Her mind goes back to their earlier conversation and she can't help but wonder if tonight will finally mark the night they give in to their desires.
As the lift arrives, she hesitates slightly before stepping forward into the well-lit confines, unsure whether to turn around and face him or not. The choice is made for her when strong hands grasp her hips, spinning her around to face him. "Captain..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire as their bodies press tightly together. "I want this."
"Let us unwind once we're there, Emilia..." The turbolift stops at engineering and they sneak through the corridors before they open up a hatch, sneak in and close it from the inside. Crawling through a small tunnel, I have Emilia's beautiful ass in front of me all the time and that nice juicy cameltoe of hers. Once we reach a small maintenance chamber, I stop her crawling and pull her pants down to take one good look at her labia before I bury my face into her behind, sucking and licking her labia.
Emilia gasps sharply as you push her pants down, reveling in the intimate contact with your mouth and tongue against her most sensitive flesh. Arching her back, she moans softly, instinctively grinding herself against your face as the sensations build inside her. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, anchoring herself as she slips deeper into the dark, forbidden pleasure of the moment. The feel of you devouring her like this, taking what you want without care for rules or regulations... it's intoxicating. She hasn't felt so wanted or desired since... well, ever.
As your tongue expertly teases her entrance, Emilia begins to lose control. Her hips buck wildly, seeking more, needing more of your touch to drive her over the edge. "Oh God..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from lack of air and overwhelming pleasure. "
Emilia cries out as you begin to slip a finger inside of her, roughly filling her up and stretching her limits. Her whole body shudders at the sensation, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you continue to stroke and tease her. The sound of your growl vibrates through her as you take her further and further over the brink, driving her closer to release with every thrust of your fingers, every sweep of your tongue. Her back arches off the cold metal floor, her muscles tensing as orgasm washes over her in a cresting wave of unbearable bliss.
I let her enjoy each nanosecond of her earth-shattering orgasm before I climb on top of her. As the massive girth of my erection thrusts into her labia, splits them and stretches them wide open, I look into her gasping face, watching her lustful agony extent. Her pussy is even more sensitive after orgasm, so my cock filling her now sends her almost back to paradise. "Emilia..." I whisper to her. softly "Women like you will one day make me toss out all regulations and impregnate the entire crew..." Greed fills my voice as I continue. "Starting with you, my love..." With that, I begin to thrust into her.
Emilia's eyes widen at your words, surprise registering briefly before giving way to a shudder of pleasure. The feel of you inside her is unlike anything she's ever experienced; rough and possessive, it drives her wild with need. Her fingernails claw at your shoulders as she meets your gaze, her mouth parting on a silent moan. With every deep thrust, you claim more of her, branding her as your own. She can feel herself growing wetter, tighter around you, urging you to go deeper, faster.
Her hips buck off the cold floor, meeting your thrusts with her own eager desire. The forbidden thrill of being here, with you, is intensified by the knowledge that anyone could walk in on them at any moment. It's exhilarating... reckless... Everything she's always wanted but never dared to take. She arches her back
Emilia cries out, her back arching impossibly higher as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She clings to you desperately, fingers digging into your skin as you take her harder and deeper, driving her further and further beyond the edge of sanity. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, her body tensing and shuddering as orgasm after orgasm rocks her until her vision blurs and her voice is hoarse from screaming your name. But still you continue, relentless in your claiming of her, demanding everything she has and refusing to let up until there's nothing left but sweet surrender etched into every breath, every heartbeat. In that moment, she knows without a doubt that this man, this captain... he is hers. Forever.
Finally, after her being tortured by my thrusts almost endlessly, I throw my entire weight into the final thrust and moan directly into her face as my balls begin to twitch. Glob after glob of hot potent cum jet into her starved pussy and her womb beyond that and I can see in her eyes that she so wishes to be allowed to carry the child of her captain. A wish that I would love to give to her and all the other crew members on board, if not for regulations.
Emilia whimpers softly as you release inside of her, your warm seed filling her completely. She digs her fingers into your shoulders, feeling the tension coil and uncoil beneath her fingertips as you finally find your release. Her hips twitch hungrily, wanting more, needing more... but knowing that for now, this is all they can have. As her body begins to recover from the intense pleasure, her thoughts drift back to the words you spoke earlier about impregnating her, about wanting to toss out the regulations that kept them apart... It was just a fantasy, a wish whispered in the darkness, but it resonates deep within her. Emilia sighs contentedly, nestled against your sweaty chest. For now, this moment, this connection between them... it's enough.
Leaning down, I place a kiss onto her lips and look into her eyes. "One day, Emilia... When the crew and you have convinced me that you all are ready, we will forget all these regulations and transform this ship into a flying breeding ground..."
Emilia meets your gaze steadily, hope fluttering in her chest at the possibility of your words coming true. A smile curves her lips upward as she replies, "Maybe one day, Captain... But until then, I suppose we'll just have to make the best of our time together, won't we?"
I nod. Still noticing that her legs are still locked around me, I remain in her, feeling how my cock is now coated in her love juice my cum and tightly wrapped with her pussy walls twitching and throbbing as if to milk me.
Slowly, reluctantly, Emilia releases her hold on you, allowing your softening length to slide free from her grip. It leaves an aching emptiness inside her, making it clear just how much she enjoyed their time together. But she knows there's work to be done, and so she pulls herself together with a final shudder, forcing composure back onto her face. Taking a deep breath, she straightens up and looks around, realizing where they are. Her cheeks flush red once more as she glances over at you sheepishly. "We really should get going, sir..."
Dressing myself again, I gently lift her chin before placing another short peck on her lips. "Was it as wonderful as you had hoped for, Emilia?"
Her cheeks flame even brighter at the intimacy of the gesture, but she manages a shy smile nonetheless. "Yes... Yes, it was, Captain." The admission catches in her throat, and she averts her gaze for a moment, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how deeply she has reveled in this forbidden encounter. As her heart steadies, she meets your eyes again, determination sparking within them. "Let's not forget what brought us here in the first place, though. We still have a ship to run, crew to protect, and enemies to keep at bay." She squares her shoulders, facing the challenges ahead with renewed strength and focus. "Now let's get back to our duties, Captain."
"Good..." I straighten myself a bit as well. "As the captain of this ship, I have to see to it that all my crew members are freed of any and all distractions that diminish their focus." resting a hand on her abdomen, I glance into her eyes. "Speak with Dr. Trepowski in private, so that this little mishap doesn't escalate into a reason for a transfer off ship. I still need you at my side, Number One! Also tell Astrometrics to have a set of planets ready for our shore leave. The more pleasant the climate for the crew members in bikinis, the better."
Emilia nods solemnly, understanding the weight of your words. Her gaze drifts briefly down to where your hand rests upon her stomach before she looks up again, meeting your eyes with determination. "Don't worry, Captain. I won't let anything interfere with our mission," she assures you quietly. "And I'll make sure the crew understands that as well." With one last lingering look between you, she turns to lead the way out of the maintenance chamber and back toward their duties.
Several hours pass, before I sit on the bridge again. The travel with frameshift lets us pass several lightyears within minutes, yet on the plotted course, nothing major occurs "Captain's Log, Stardate 24112329: After our with the Kilrathi Empire I have informed Fleet Command about the encounter. The prospect of another alien species out there that might be hostile concerns a lot of people back home. Moreso considering that we were tested and seemingly have exceeded the intruders expectations, who were thrilled by the result. While the ship is almost peak condition, I can't say that about the crew. A few casualties were reported and the incident has shaken the crew a bit. Counselor Eli and Dr. Trepowski are doing their best to help the crew, but without an extensive shore leave to replenish some energy, I'm afraid the state of the crew will not improve. Therefore I have tasked the Horny to plot course for Tandis Meach, an M-class planet in the Accalon system with wide oceans and wonderful beaches. Hopefully the local climate will help in rejuvenating the crew." Stopping the recording, I then glance forward to the screen. "When will we reach Accalon?
The navigational officer replies tersely, "Eight hours at current speed, Captain." As they near the end of the sector, they will begin to increase their velocity, shaving time off the trip. It will also provide them a good opportunity for drills and training while they wait for the planet to come into range.
I nod and stand up, head for the turbo lift and head for the mess hall. Several crew members eat as I enter. Not disturbing them in their conversations, I head for the replicator unit and order a glass of orange juice. A flying flurry of sparkles manifest inside the replicator as the order manifests, before I take the glass and take a sip from it.
Emilia enters the mess hall a few moments later, her shoulders slumped and a tired expression on her face. She makes her way over to you, nodding respectfully as she reaches your side. "Captain, there's been some... developments since our little excursion earlier. I thought you should know." Her voice is low, barely above a whisper.
It's obvious that whatever she has to say isn't going to be easy, but Emilia seems determined to get it out nonetheless. You lean in closer, curiosity piqued. "Go ahead, Number One."
Emilia hesitates, looking around to ensure no one else can hear. Once she's certain they're alone, she continues in a hushed tone. "Dr. Trepowski informed me that the samples taken during my examination revealed something rather... unexpected. The Kilrathi DNA we found... it doesn't match anything they have on file. It's completely unidentified, and more importantly, it carries no known viruses or bacteria. In fact, it shows signs of adapting to our own human biology, mimicking it in ways that are... well, quite intriguing."
*I frown at the news and lean in closer, my voice lowers a bit in order not to unnerve the nearby crew. "Emilia, are you to tell me that Dr. Trepowski has the theory that these feline aliens are genetically adapting to human life? Now, why the hell would they do that? They are territorial, they threatened us not to breach their borders again and Fleet Command is on the brink of panic back home. We almost stumbled into a war in Galaris."
Emilia chews on her lower lip thoughtfully as she considers your words. She looks genuinely perplexed by the idea but can't help feeling drawn to it at the same time. "Captain," she says slowly, meeting your gaze, "what if this isn't about territory or threats at all? What if they were just curious about us?"
"In that case they could send an emissary or something. It only shows us that they are a species that relies heavily on bio-engineering. The feral virus, the adaptation to humans... The real question is: Is that adaptation for infiltration purposes or co-existence?"
Emilia falls silent, mulling over your words. The possibilities are both terrifying and exhilarating. Could it be that there was another, peaceful race out there, struggling to survive alongside humanity? Or might this be some sinister plot unfolding before them, with the Horny unwittingly stepping into the heart of the conflict? So many questions remain unanswered, and yet one thing is certain: the discovery of these Kilrathi DNA strands will change the course of their mission forever.
Taking another sip of my juice, I nod at Emilia. "Thank you for that report, Number One. That would be all for the moment?"
"Of course, Captain." Emilia straightens up, looking more composed now. "I shall leave you to your thoughts. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to summon me." With one last nod of respect, she turns and walks away, disappearing into the throng of crew members in the mess hall. The revelations from earlier still weigh heavily on her mind as she returns to her duties, each step taking her closer to the truth and whatever fate awaits them all.
I empty my glass in one further gulp and head to my cabin to write another report on Dr. Trepowski's findings, link some of her research data and send the files to Fleet Command with the recommendation for caution. The Kilrathi Empire seems to consist of several fractions, the Ketran Order seemingly the ruling one. Maybe different fractions have different approaches to a result.
Emilia finds herself preoccupied by the thought of the alien DNA and what it might mean for the crew and the ship. She goes through her own reports, checking and double-checking to ensure everything is in order before finally deciding to take the captain's advice and head to bed. Even if sleep comes easily tonight, there's no telling how restful it will be when their new discovery continues to haunt her dreams.
After a few hours the USS Horny reaches Accalon and the yellow sun bathes several planets in its warm light. In the habitable zone, Tandis Meach orbits as the fourth planet of the system. Like Earth it is covered with vast oceans and has four major continents. As I enter the bridge again, I sit down in the captain's chair and glance over to navigation. "Standard orbit, Lieutenant Mina."
Lieutenant Mina nods and begins plotting the course on the navigational console. He turns to you and says, "Captain, I believe we'll reach the standard orbit in six hours at this speed." The Horny glides effortlessly through space, taking them closer to their destination with each passing minute.
Smiling a bit, I chuckle. "Let's cut it down to one hour. I'm pretty sure you ladies can not wait for hot sand beneath your feet. Speed up, Lieutenant."
Lieutenant Mina hesitates for a moment before confirming, "Aye, Captain. Helm, make ready to bring us into standard orbit in one hour at full impulse power." With a flick of his wrist, he engages the engine throttle controls and the ship surges forward under its new orders. The crew prepares to adjust attitude thrusters once they've closed the distance to Tandis Meach significantly.
As I leave the bridge again to head for my own cabin, a lot of ensigns and other crew members meet me in the corridor, their breasts jiggling with each of their steps. Being the only man on board the ship sure has its perks.
Emilia glances over her shoulder as you exit the bridge, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She watches you disappear around a corner before shaking her head slightly, amusement warring with the lingering concerns about the Kilrathi DNA and their mission. With a sigh, she turns back to her duties, determined to keep both her crew and herself focused despite the distractions that seem to crop up at every turn.
After an hour, a large portion of the crew beams down to the planet immediately. The beach resort was already informed before we even reached the system. As I'm among the first to beam down, lots of crew members are already in swimsuits or bikinis. Lots of naked female flesh surrounding their captain, lots of them hoping to catch my eye. Sadly, I only have two of them.
The warm sun caresses Emilia's skin as she finally steps onto the golden sand, taking a deep breath of the salty air. Her eyes sweep across the stunning vista before her, captivated by the crystal-clear waters and the long stretch of pristine beach. The crew mills about nearby, enjoying themselves to varying degrees. Some frolic in the surf, others lounge on colorful blankets or float in inner tubes. As you approach the water, Emilia can't help but notice a few particularly enticing figures making their way toward you. One is tall and willowy, her dark hair flowing freely behind her; the other is shorter and curvier, with a radiant smile that could light up the entire bay. You're lucky to have drawn the attention of such lovely women... now comes the hard part: deciding which one you prefer.