But Gia’s was more normal to his experience, but no less exciting in these first moments of mutually acknowledged desire.

  There were almost no expectations at all between them, yet. Which was normal and sane for their current level of connection. All she wanted was to be appreciated, acknowledged as important by the man that held her interest, and shown she was desired and worth the effort of a little spoiling now and then. She was giver by nature like the rest of them, but heartily tired of being taken advantage of by men that didn’t give back.

  As to what her body needed, well she needed a give and take in bed, not a submissive nor a dominant, but an equal lover that was sometimes in charge, sometimes not, and sometimes neither. No major kinks were standing out either, but it’d never been about that for him, it’d been about making his lover’s scream in ecstasy and making that brief intimate connection that transcended its shallow source.

  He also intended to spoil the hell out of her.

  After the mission, there was also the whole adrenaline crash and life affirmation thing going on as well after living through it to see the other side.

  She reached up and touched his chest, “Your lovers made offers, ones that I’ve decided to… experiment with, if you’re willing,” she blushed, “I’ve only ever wanted from a man what I can see clearly in how you treat them, but I’m also a little curious about the less laudatory benefits of a multiple partnership as well.”

  He was half hard at that.

  He put his hand behind her neck, and he pulled her forward as he leaned down. Her lips were soft and supple against his, warm, making his tingle as he teased the back of her neck with his fingers, and her hip with his other hand.

  It was searching for a few seconds, then suddenly and potently passionate. He kissed her deeply, and when he licked her bottom lip hers slightly parted and her tongue darted out to joust with his own. She tasted good, and he ground against her athletic body as he caressed her side and entwined his other fingers through the hair of her ponytail.

  Her rounded C cups crushed against his chest, and he slipped his other hand down and around to pinch her sexy and tight pear-shaped ass.

  He moaned into her mouth, when she ground him right back with a little needy gasp of desire, and when the kiss broke her widened eyes looked at his bulge in shock and more than a little anticipation. That look never got old, when a woman felt or saw how fat his cock was, and the eight-inch length was nothing to sneeze at either.

  “My quarters?”

  “My pleasure,” he replied, then scooped her up in a bridal carry that had her grabbing onto his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

  He carried her out of sickbay and down the hall, and into her room. It was his first time seeing it, and he noted she liked the color red. There was a lot of bright red in the room, and the queen-sized bed was more than big enough for what he had in mind. He set her down and then kissed her. Their kiss had a touch of wild and frenzied desire to it, and she let out the sexiest gasp when he teased the side of her breasts, then squeezed them firmly through the skintight ship suit.

  They were both breathing hard, when they stepped back and started to strip, his eyes devouring her lovely curves and extremely proud C cups. Her nipples were the most delicate pink he’d ever seen, and quite large and high up on her firm and supple breasts. Her pussy had a bright red landing strip, and her labia were rather meaty and a slightly darker yet still delicate color of pink.

  He pushed her back onto the bed, and then dove in between her legs, his tongue in heaven as he tasted her hot and moistening folds with his ravenous tongue. His hands roved higher on her body, and he started to tease and please her breasts as he feasted. She liked a firm deliberate touch, but not a rough one, and he was more than happy to provide it.

  She gasped in shock and pleasure, as he worked her with devotion toward her height, their eyes locked as he looked up at hers, between the valley of her breasts.

  “Dacen… oh god, you’re really… oh! Really good… at that,” she panted wildly and started to squirm wildly, screwing up his rhythm. So, he was forced to abandon her breasts and wrap his arm around her hips and reach under her to grab and knead that tight pear-shaped ass, which actually drove her wild as he held her still and worked his tongue hard for her pleasure.

  She gripped his hair tightly, “Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop. Too good, too much, I can’t believe how good and eager you are at that. Oh, goddess, what are you doing, that’s so wrong! Fuck!”

  He grinned widely with his tongue deep in her ass, while his nose was grinding her clit and running between her labia, all while he squeezed those lusciously petite ass cheeks firmly. He only moved back to claim his reward, as she screamed his name in shocked ecstasy, her eyes looked down into his so intensely and vulnerably as she came wildly for him. The taste of her liquid ecstasy made him moan in approval, and he moved his hand around her body to start pumping her sex while he sucked her clit and circled it with his tongue.

  She went crazy when he did that, her orgasm jumping up another level or ten, and he grinned as she soaked his face with a squirt.

  He crawled up her body while she was still trembling in ecstasy, pausing just long enough to bite and pull on each nipple with his teeth, and then they were eye to eye, and he was burying his cock with a firm push.

  Her eyes were wide, “No one…” she panted, “damn your big. Oh god, that… holy…”

  He grinned, “No one what?”

  She swallowed, and she started to grind her hips to help take him in, while her fingers clawed and her nails dug into his upper chest.

  “No one ever ate me out before fucking me, and rarely after in a relationship, and no one’s ever put their tongue… there before.”

  He grinned, “You are so tight, so hot for me. But tell me, where?”

  She blushed, “On my ass, in my ass.”

  “Your ass is amazing, you can be sure I’ll be tonguing both there and your heaven, often,” he moaned deeply as her pussy quivered around his, and she gripped him so tightly she milked him hard as he continued to drill himself into her. Her legs went around him so she could put even more effort into it. She was incredibly tight, virginally tight, and he was guessing that was spell work, because she was no virgin.

  Despite being overwhelmed by his aggressive sensual assault for her pleasure, her hip rolls and the way she arched her back aggressively told him she was a very experienced fuck, quite good at it, and very giving in bed. She worked hard for her partner’s pleasure. She was wild for his pleasure, and it came through. Just as wild as the others, if not nearly in the same submissive context.

  It was a damned shame she’d never had a guy do that for her before. Their loss, she was delicious.

  Then he was buried, and they both stopped for a moment, just to enjoy the moment and share a wildly passionate and lingering kiss. He knew he already had her mind blown, and all he had to do was what he loved best. Make her cum and cum hard.

  He ground into her gently while he kissed off of her lips and onto her neck. She bent her head to the side to give him better access, and she let out the sexiest little gasps directly into his ears, the heat of her breath on his neck making his cock twitch hard in the warmth of her heaven.

  He started to grind harder and harder, slowly ramping up the pressure and the length, until he started moving in and out of her in short and firm strokes, which also slowly grew longer and quite a bit firmer.

  She was amazing, reading him and returning it in kind, working his cock like she was desperate to make him fill her. Desperate to hear his cry of pleasure.

  But he denied it, as he slowly went to full strokes of all eight inches, slamming home into her velvety tightness over and over again, while he looked down into her eyes.

  She lost her rhythm, and he reached for her nipple and squeezed, twisted, and pulled it.

  Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a keening cry of ecstasy.

  She begged, “Cum with me,” in whimpering blissful pants.

  He relented and released his magic. For her. He’d have rather made her cum again and again, but she wanted his pleasure more than she wanted her own. Three powerful orgasms was a good enough balance in his mind anyway, and it was just the first round.

  Really, that was all it took, he’d been edging himself with magic since before he was buried.

  He roared, “Gia!” and let it all go. The insane lust and new chemical attraction, and the waves of pleasure plundered through his body, locking his muscles up and sending his mind into blissful rapture.

  She was squeezing around him hard, and also pulling his ass toward her in little quivering jerks of her legs, making it better for both of them as they rode the heights of pleasure as one.

  He was gasping for breath as they started to come down, their hearts pounding like a snare drum in perfect harmony. He rolled off of her, and then pulled her into him. His cock nestled perfectly between her pear-shaped tight ass cheeks, with his hand holding one of her generous breasts as he teased the back of her neck with his lips.

  She whispered in a pant, “No words.”

  He chuckled low, “Me too, you are an exquisite lover.”

  She twisted her head around to claim a soft brushing kiss, then nipped his lip, “You too, it feels so surreal,” she said softly into his mouth, before kissing him again with a decadent sigh.

  She rolled back into him, and he allowed her to push him onto his back, then she twisted and mounted him. She kissed him a bit harder then while she reached behind her back and stroked him lightly, working him gently back to hardness.

  Then they both let out a hiss of pleasure, as she took him back into her heaven.

  She said softly, “Play with my tits. You’re perfect with them, another miracle.”

  He grinned, “I cheat,” and got on that, while she sat up straight and reached behind her. He let out a gasp, as she started to play with balls while she slowly rose and fell on him like a goddess from above. He loved her tits, so firm and supple as he worked them for her pleasure. Each time he tweaked a nipple, her pussy tightened, and he drew a sweet gasp from her lips.

  He started to grind up at the same pace she set, putting just a little more pressure on her G-spot and grinding her clit as their bodies fully became one.

  She asked, “Where does this go?”

  “I don’t know, but when we’re done loving each other one on one, I’m taking you to your new quarters. Leanne loves to clean up after me, and it’s only right to share.”

  She giggled, “I see, so I’m moving into the captain’s quarters?”

  He nodded and looked into her eyes, “Yes, and I plan to spoil you so much you’ll never want to leave.”

  She sighed, and leaned forward to kiss him, changing the feel of her riding him, as she started to twerk her hips firmly while she nibbled and kissed neck.

  “Please,” she whispered softly, with so much vulnerability in her voice it blew his mind.

  “Please what?” he asked.

  “Please let this be real, please be the man I believe you are, and please don’t hurt me. My heart won’t bear it. I’ve been waiting for you my whole my life, for a man as giving as I am.”

  “Never that, not on purpose, and if you think I’m generous, wait until you experience our other lovers in bed.”

  She gasped, “I’m cumming, for you…” in a sexy pant, “Yes!”

  Then when she came down, “Promise?”

  He chuckled, “I do. No more or less than spoiling you in bed, and in showing you my care, respect, and admiration outside of it, and we’ll see where it takes us. You are so beautiful, cumming for me, Gia.”

  She giggle gasped, “Feel free to make me do it as much as you want.”

  Now that was an offer that he could really get behind…

  The meeting started the next morning, and the six of them were in the conference room, although Daisy was only there in spirit.

  Last night had been a hell of a good night, Gia was breathtaking. Allison also looked a little more grounded, though she was still upset about the deaths of her crew and destruction of her ship, and angry about the pirates. He couldn’t really blame her.

  He also couldn’t help but notice she cleaned up damned well, though outside of acknowledging it in his mind, he didn’t give it any thought.

  “Despite all we accomplished, the mission objectives failed, and it was a missed opportunity. Mostly because of bad luck, but I’ll admit even if we had teleported straight to the corridor, I hadn’t counted on the commander of the ship erasing the data. Pirates tend to a be a selfish lot. Has anyone considered options?”

  Riesa replied, “The safest bet is to hold here. One of the other fourteen ships is bound to show up here sooner or later.”

  Leanne said, “I agree, that would be my plan A. The plan B I came up with is a little riskier. We could attempt to infiltrate one of Wilde’s ships or one of their buildings on the surface. Not only is it higher risk, but there’s a good chance even if they are working with the pirates, they might not know where their base is. The also might know who’s backing them, especially if it turns out to be them, but even that information will be hard to come across.”

  “You think they could be backing them?”

  Leanne shrugged, “They’re dumb enough to give them safe harbor and buy merchandise from a pirate fleet stirring up the kingdom to war. It’s possible the pirate group is all Wilde’s idea, and they’re not so much selling the merchandise here as delivering it to their bosses. The point also remains even if they know both things we need to learn, that they won’t have a copy of that data in every ship and location they own.”

  He grunted, “Possible, but I agree it’s doubtful. I also agree it’d be too convenient for them to know where the pirate’s base is, and those infiltration efforts would be far more dangerous. They’re a trained military group, not the desperate or heartless dregs of humanity. Anyone else?”

  When no one spoke he continued.

  “You had the same plan A I did. Waiting seems the safest path, and the one most likely to succeed. Every pirate ship will have the base in their navigation database at a minimum, and will likely be able to tell us how many ships they really have in their pirate fleet. While its possible Megan Wilde is their backers, I think we should wait for solid proof before launching a campaign, and for now avoid them and stay hidden.

  “Right now, they don’t know for sure we’re here, and a failed infiltration will just have them start an intense search for our location. As Leanne said, it also seems unlikely we’d be lucky enough to find the information, even if they do know it, there’s too many locations to even start to guess where it’s held.”

  Gia said, “So we’re sitting tight?”

  He nodded, “Yes. We also need to work up a plan to address the shortfalls. Even without the hiccup we had in the beginning of the mission, we’d have failed to secure the data. How do we move quickly enough to prevent the pirates from wiping the data.”

  Leanne said, “Assuming it was even in response to us.”

  He frowned, “Explain that?”

  Leanne shrugged, “They could have critical data stored on a transportable medium, something worn by the captain. That’s only restored to the system when the mission is over and they’re about to create the space fold bubble and return to base.”

  He sighed, “I didn’t even think of searching the bodies for data devices before we left the bridge.”

  Leanne blushed, “I didn’t either, not until I was falling asleep last night. That could just be paranoia, if I’m right then they’d have had no reason to purge the databanks entirely yesterday.”

  He chuckled, “Good point. Let’s not plan for failure. So, any ideas?”

  Daisy interjected, “The data core yes. That will be remote to the bridge, and when I scramble their internal communications, I can also foul their network. Prevent a remote wipe. But the navigational database is part of the navigation console on the bridge. They won’t need a working comm network to delete it. It should be backed up to the main databanks, in case the module needs replacing, but I’m not sure we can depend on pirates following standard procedures.”

  He nodded, “We also know the commanders of the ships have a self-destruct device on their person, which would ruin all of our days. On the good side, the pirates will come out very near where we are, so we’ll be able to engage them without Wilde getting involved again. It’d take their fleet several hours to get out here to the FTL line.”

  Allison rolled her eyes, “The only way you’re going to succeed is if you can teleport directly to the bridge. The only way they won’t have enough time to blow up the ship or just purge the navigation databanks is to take them out before they know you’re there.”

  He nodded, “That cuts straight to the heart of things, but doing that will not be easy. I’d need exact coordinates, and a visual of the bridge crew to prevent materializing inside of someone if they’re standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

  Well, no one had ever promised him easy.

  Allison said, “Most messages have a visual component, chances are they’ll connect to the FTL satellite to send and receive messages as soon as they drop out of FTL.”

  Daisy interjected, “You’re suggesting we hack the satellite so that when they arrive, they’ll furnish the visual we need.”

  Allison touched her nose.

  Daisy replied, “That would be difficult, but it’s a viable plan. They’ll also be close to us when they drop out at the FTL line, so I should be able to extrapolate the exact coordinates, assuming we have their ship model on file.”

  He said, “Alright, that sounds like the most promising plan. What do we need to do to get it done?”

  Daisy said, “I’ll build a small stealth probe. I’ll need to access the command center which isn’t possible through FTL transmission as a security measure. Once it’s built, you can teleport it behind the moon where the small EM burst won’t be seen. It’ll take about six days to move it into position from there without triggering their sensor net.”