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"Isn't that a surprise?" I say, as I teleport Nat and Nadia astern. "What would Monica say to that, Natalie?" The XO doesn't say anything, trying (and failing) to suppress a soft moan. The blonde is looking away.
"Look at me, Natalie."
She does not.
"Why would I want to do that?" she asks defiantly.
"Before you spend all your threadmancy in resisting that which you cannot," I explain. "Prime is coming and you are not ready for her."
"Tara is - "
"Tara works for me," I laugh. "I thought you suspected as much."
"Take me," Nadia pants. "My Queen, I - "
"Belay that," the woman who calls herself Captain says.
"Shut the fuck - " the Romanian starts. Then freezes.
"You're bleeding through more of your power," I inform the blonde. "And she can have what she wants."
I want to get up and wipe that smug look off her face. Or rip her clothes off. Or both -
But -
Wiping that smug look away comes first.
And I cannot.
Keisha is unchained.
And she grabs the Romanian, propping Nadia's crotch on her thigh. Like on Mars.

Pulling the woman back and forth on her thigh. In orgasmic delight.
And I am envious.
When Nadia is spent several times, Keisha places her gently in the pilot chair, kissing her on the forehead.
"We need to talk," the Empyrean One says. "We need to fix this."

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Continuation from Flight Crew

"Isn't that a surprise?" I say, as I teleport Nat and Nadia astern. "What would Monica say to that, Natalie?" The XO doesn't say anything, trying (and failing) to suppress a soft moan. The blonde is looking away.
"Look at me, Natalie."
She does not.
"Why would I want to do that?" she asks defiantly.
"Before you spend all your threadmancy in resisting that which you cannot," I explain. "Prime is coming and you are not ready for her."
"Tara is - "
"Tara works for me," I laugh. "I thought you suspected as much."
"Take me," Nadia pants. "My Queen, I - "
"Belay that," the woman who calls herself Captain says.
"Shut the fuck - " the Romanian starts. Then freezes.
"You're bleeding through more of your power," I inform the blonde. "And she can have what she wants."
I want to get up and wipe that smug look off her face. Or rip her clothes off. Or both -
But -
Wiping that smug look away comes first.
And I cannot.
Keisha is unchained.
And she grabs the Romanian, propping Nadia's crotch on her thigh. Like on Mars.

Pulling the woman back and forth on her thigh. In orgasmic delight.
And I am envious.
When Nadia is spent several times, Keisha places her gently in the pilot chair, kissing her on the forehead.
"We need to talk," the Empyrean One says. "We need to fix this."