Chapter 11 - Retracing Places, Reacquainting Embraces

"I think, Warrant Officer, I could use a tour of my ship," You smile as you lean close enough to press your forehead against hers. A gentle suffusion of warmth spreads through her skin and eases your tension, "Starting with everything between here and my Quarters." At the mentioned of your quarters, Zoraida smiles, though it does falter slightly. "What's wrong?" You ask and she pulls away.  She avoids your eyes, she pouts innocently.

"Well, let's start walking," She leans to the side and and follow her pull to start walking out of the bridge. The door opens with a soft woosh and you step through it. She slips her arm inside your jacket and you rest yours on her shoulder. Your fingers brush over the rise of her chest, and her other hand rises up to rest on top of yours. Her arm and the close posture squeeze her large breasts together and they brush against your side. Still that's not as pressing as the pressure from her thighs. She walks just in front of you, so every step drags her big beautiful behind back and forth against the front of your left thigh. Oh lord why'd you tuck to the left when you put these on. Her laughter fills the hall as the thought passes where she can hear it, and she bounces her ass firmly against your trapped, throbbing, manhood.

You've got to drop this flight suit off, somewhere. Right. Now.

"First stop is the ready room." Zoraida narrates as the two of you step out of the bridge. Perfect. Straight ahead is another pressurized door, like all the ones you've passed in this ship. She matches her steps to your stride as you try and shorten it to match her. The effect is you shifting back and forth between long and short steps and Zoraida's breasts shaking against you like a drunk girlfriend leaning on her lover, or maybe the lover is the drunk one. Hard to tell with how you're struggling to not stumble over her.

Still you're laughing and she's smiling so you let the goofy feeling warm you.

It lets you forget some of the horrible things you've seen since waking up. 

Right from the get go, something is wrong. There are scratches and part of the panel has heat scoring around it. "Zoraida?"

"Okay, but," Zoraida gnaws her lip, and not in the sexy anticipating way. Still, with the look she gives you; your cock threatens to rip through the suit made to stand the cold of the Black and tearing forces of fighter combat, "Don't be mad." Your smile flattens as your mind goes still and Zoraida's eyes go wide as saucers. Then, your free hand slips up to squeeze her chin, and put more pressure on her heavy swells. You pull her into a kiss, just a soft brushing of your lips against hers. Her eyes flutter as she swoons from the feeling. The material that wraps around her body like a golden military uniform shimmers and wrinkles as it goes tight against her skin.

The clothing relaxes when you pull your lips away, while Zoraida's eyes plead: more please?

"So what happened? I'm gonna guess the -former- crew," dark thoughts threaten your good feelings, "of the ship we vacated wanted to open every door they saw."

"Yes. I was able to hide in the Computer core, which is so over labeled with warning stickers," She groans, "that they didn't even try to get in." She shrugs, before pointing to the only sticker above the door console. "This one, not so much."

You lean forward to see a sticker printed out on a nice material. It was wide, the color of bronze, and had clear black text:

 "By Order of the First Mate: The Ready Room and Briefing Room are to be considered, from this date forward (9/25/3230 GA): Work Only Spaces. No recreational activities not cleared by the First Officer, Bosun, and the Troop Sergeant. Panties on, and keep it in your pants. 

Underneath in a dark green marker, someone had written an addendum to that last remark.

  Captain, that means you.

Following that comment were a number of '+1's' in various shades of marker; at least eight, as well as a broken heart and a frowning face.

"When was this?" You ask as you point at the date, and distract yourself from just how many people you've forgotten. 

"Last year," Zoraida hugs you close and lays her head against your shoulder. The effect is calming even if her massive breasts squeezed between you spoils the visual. "You'll remember," She promises you, "You'll remember everything." She looks up and meets your eyes, "Then you can choose who you want to be." She vows and goes onto her toes to kiss you on the nose before booping it, playfully. "Now let's get that suit off you." She waves a hand over the console and the door slides open with a soft whoosh.

Inside is a room much like the one where you found the suit. Lines of armored lockers line part of the walls. There's also benches, and in the middle, a large island table with a reflective top, with a matching table on the ceiling? 

"Um?" You point at the table on the ceiling and Zoraida leads you up to it before waving her hand, powering on the device. Lines of light lance between the two surfaces and quickly form floating blue phantom of the Golden Dancer. You reach out to touch it, then realize: It's a hologram.

"Are there gloves or something I can use for this?"

"Well, for most people: yeah." Then, she points at the ring you hold in your hand. "But the ring connects you to the ship, so you don't need them."

"Is that what it does?" You look at it as you turn the metal ring over in your hand.

"It's one of the things it does," She shrugs, "You never told me ALL of them. At one point we started taking bets on how many things you programmed it to do."

"I made it?" You look at the ring. It gleams as the light from the table plays on its surface. 

"Yeah, it was part of how we escaped too. Function Forty; To Steal Treasure From Kings' Vaults," She smiles at the word treasure and you can't imagine what she could be smiling about that for. You smirk as she pouts and yanks your jacket down and off of you, dragging her breasts down the front of your chest. Her stiff nipples pressing through her outfit and against the thermal layer.

"Wow." You blink and she's standing again, her uniform crisp and solid as she tosses the jacket into a locker that hadn't been opened before. You look around and see most of the lockers aren't open, and some show signs of tampering. "How much did they get?"

"Nothing. They spent a week on the first two lockers and when both turned up empty, they gave up. Plus," She frowns, "Other things," She looks away, "Happened."

"IVORI?" You ask, she meets your eyes and nods. "That thing was massive, and I don't think you're-" You pause as you recall a bronze hand punching into plate armor, "-quite up to battle mode right now." You pat her on shoulder. She nods, then her eyes go wide and her smile returns as she recognizes what you just said. "I think I'll take off my own pants," She frowns at that, and you laugh. 

You realize that the scales of Anargyros have since shifted from one piece of clothing to the next. Reaching out to them, they gather up into large ball, and you hold it in your hands before setting it down in the same locker as the flight suit. It feels fine doing that. You know where it is, now.

Now in nothing but thermals that do nothing to hide the throbbing tension growing between your legs, Zoraida eyes you up with wet lips and a sly smile. "So the ring," She sighs and rolls her eyes. "I made it." She nods, and crosses her arms under her massive breasts. "It does a lot of things." Again, this time squeezing her breasts together as she taps her lips with her finger, "And you don't know all of them." This time she nods as she licks the tip of her finger with a long gleaming tongue. "But I used to wear it all the time, or just on duty?" Then, she wraps that tongue like a snake around her finger, but pulls the tongue back to speak.

"Whenever, I don't think I ever saw you with it off." You look at the ring and let it rest in the palm of your hand. 

"You said you didn't know what the Empire did to me, and that's why you aren't just telling me things outright." You hold up the ring, "Would they have been able to do something to keep me from using this? Locking me out?" Zoraida drops her playful posturing and looks genuinely concerned. You let out a sigh of relief while your thermals still struggle to contain your cock. 

"That's," She nods, "certainly something they would try to do." She paces in front of you for a moment and you almost let out a cry of despair as you get a great look at just how ridiculously stacked she is, from the side now. Her profile is practically a sine curve, her butt and breasts jiggle and bounce in perfect sync. "But, you said that you designed it in secret, and destroyed all the materials related to how you made it while you were at-" She stops short of giving away too much.

"While I was still an Imperial Pilot?" You venture, "If I was making stuff like this," You hold it up, "I have to imagine I was a bit more than just a pilot."

"You were, are, a bit more." She nods, "You were brought into the Academy for more than just your piloting skills, there was 'leverage' in your attendance." She bounces back between heels. 

"Sounds complicated," You offer and she nods, "Here's a simple question." You step close and close your hand around the ring. "Where to next?" You slip the hand that holds the ring around Zoraida's waist, so that this time she's not bouncing her ass against your dick the whole way to your bedroom. You barely survived with the suit on. Those thermals aren't going to save you.

Your own cunning plan surfacing in your mind, Zoraida frowns at you, but nods and leads you toward another door, it lead to a room similar to the ready room in that it had a Hologram table, but this one was surrounded by mounted seats that looked both comfortable, and crash capable. Harnesses pulled tight against the surface, allowing casual use. "Briefing room?" You ask, Zoraida nods and for a moment you wonder what sort of 'extra' activities could the room be used for. "We played porn on that didn't we?" You low ball the guess, and Zoraida laughs.

"We played sex-fighting games on that," She whispers into your ear, "Hey, maybe now you'll kick some of your stupid habits, you juggling bastard." She laughs, as she leads you out into the hallway. Then taps the walls. "Most of the outer shell of the ship is armor, fast sealing foams, and other safety measures. Not a lot of windows on a combat ship, ya know." You nod as you notice, besides for a hall leading to a heavy looking set of airlock doors, "Docking collar," all the doors had turned inward, except for hatches labeled 'for maintenance'. 

You pass between the back wall of the Briefing room and another section to a cross hall. There's a circular hatch above and you realize you're right under a turret. "Quick access?" You ask, and Zoraida nods, then presses just inside the cross over. You look up, expecting a ladder to come down, but instead hear the soft sounds of sliding lubricated metal below you. 

You drop your gaze to see a railing has blocked off the far half the stairway, and the floor of the near half has turned into a set of stairs leading down. 

"You wanted to see your quarters, right?" You nod again and she leads you down. It's wide enough for the two of you to walk side by side, but once more her chest presses against you hotly and the thermals just drink in her warmth and spread it over your whole chest, then down to where the pants can pull more of the heat. "Can't get away, can you?" She whispers into your ear, hot breath thrilling your nerves. You almost don't notice the gold lines running between the decks. It's the same as the material that coats Zoraida's arms and makes up her clothing.

"So that egg you were in, you said the material was-"

"A part of me, and of the ship." She interrupts. You hold tight to her as you reach the bottom of the stairs. You turn to look at her and she's waiting for your gaze as you both stop. "I'm fused with the ship's Core. It's an experimental piece of technology designed by the empire to diminish crew sizes for gunships. Smaller crews mean more room for guns, bombs, troops, and tanks." 

She inhales and exhales. 

"Its nanomachine material is infused with my body and patterned to my DNA, as a consequence I am tethered to the ship, but it can still operate without me." She shrugs, "Provided that she has the crew aboard to pilot her using normal means. So about a dozen people, least." She carries on. "Most of my body is now this living metal. What you see is what's left of my human body," She nods down to gesture at her body, "It's all I have left. I didn't want to give it up," She swallows a lump in her throat. 

"And you didn't order me to." She concludes, leaving the stairwell quiet but for the quiet purring of the ship.

"So when you said I stole some 'Sexy tech'." You cock your head as you try and wrap around what she just dropped on you.

"The Empire no longer considers me as a person, officer or otherwise." There's tears at the edges of her eyes. "I am officially 'equipment'. To them, I'm a piece of this vessel." She holds you tighter, and her irises contract. Your connection carries a cold fear, as she waits for a reply from you. and you pull her close, against your chest.

"Not to me." You reply. "You're a person." You hug her tighter, "You're Crew." You kiss the top of her head and you feel her tears fall damp on your shirt. You tip her face up with the hand that holds the ring. It gleams behind your third and forth fingers while your index and thumb tip her face up. Tears stream down her cheeks. It's that same gleaming liquid you'd wiped away before. "You're Zoraida Nejem." You say her name and she springs up to kiss you. 

The ring falls to the deck with a clear note that echoes through the halls. Your hands came up to catch Zoraida under her bare ass as she nearly toppled you over. She moans as your fingers dig into her ass cheeks, her clothes have turned into ribbons that hide nothing from your eyes or your groping hands. You relish the feeling, even as you stumble back against a wall and knock your head against, actually it's padded with a soft foam. 

"Not the first time these halls have seen action." Zoraida tips her head to whisper into your ear, before she runs her long tongue along the curve of your jaw. Your cock throbs painfully as you struggle to hold her up and have no strength to free it while holding her up. Judging by the happy giggles in your ear, that might be her plan. "You got me all emotional and heartfelt, Captain." Her whispers and kisses snake over your ear. "You're gonna pay for that."

"My. Quarters." You managed to exhale the order and Zoraida drags a hand across your chest to point toward the front of the ship. It's not far six, maybe seven meters away. "Okay." You steady yourself as you start to carry her down the hall, and she slips her legs behind your back, so there's no hint of her 'saving' you from a spill.

"You've got this, Captain. You've got me." She kisses you on the nose as you take the first few steps with careful strain. One after the other. You breath with each step. Every step, though, presses your legs up against her ass, which means every left step, your cock presses up against her. She moans as it does and licks your ear or neck on every right step.

"This is kind of like how we met, Captain." She whispers into your ear, rather than tease the tender space. "I had just undergone my change. My body was-" She holds you tighter and stand straighter to hold her safe. "-I was scared of what they'd made me into." She sighs against your shoulder. Her breasts drag up and down your chest with every step and her thick areola are hard nubs pressing against your chest and your own stiff nipples. "You pulled me out of the egg and down to your room. Locked the door. Kept them out."

You're halfway there, to the door and blowing your load, when you take a left step too high. Your cock presses harder against her flesh and she moans loudly. "CAPTAIN!" You take a knee and Zoraida lands on it. "OH!" She blushes and her hair unfurls in wild sheets around her face. "You gonna fuck me like one of your rough riding trooper girls?" Your leg feels wet as she rolls her crotch against your thigh, growling into your other ear as she nibbles on it. "Stand up, Captain. I saved that bed for us." 

You grit your teeth and stand up, Zoraida lets out a cheer as you move ahead with just enough strength to avoid a falling flat onto her, right there. But damn it all. You want too just force her against the wall and fuck her there. "But you're not are you?" Zoraida whispers again into that wet ear as you clear two thirds of the way. 

"You're going to give me what I want, Captain." She whispers before she switches back to the other ear and nibbles the lobe. "I'm gonna get what I've earned saving your ass, again." You take a few more steps and it almost feels easier before you realize that she's probably not going to let go of your back to open the door.

You inhale and shift your weight, and stop. The door is inward, toward the center of the ship. That means it's on your right. That means you'll have to shift Zoraida's weight onto your left side for your right hand to get free. Your left side, your left thigh, which is where your erection would have started to stain the fabric with pre, if Zoraida hadn't been dripping already.

"Do it, Captain." Zoraida orders into your right ear as she grips you tighter. You nod, shift your weight, and for a moment your cock is just numb enough from the pressure to know what's happening as your right hand flashes over a panel, and you hear it chirp with a successful scan. The door opens and you smile. Got it first try, you think, but then a breeze passes between your legs as your thermals are pulled away, and your cock slips free, and slaps against her wet slit.

"Now, My Captain," Zoraida pulls back as you stumble into the dark room and her eyes glow a brilliant and firey gold. "I get what's coming to me." She throws her weight forward and you stumble back. Something soft catches you and you're flat on cool sheets. For the moment, her gold body is highlighted by the light of the hall behind her. She leans back, and rolls her hips forward to drag the wet lips of her cunt against your cock.

Your hands are pinned under her ass, and you feel silk binding them down. You look up into her eyes and see that same smile from your visions, and she winks at you. "Safeword is 'Albatross'." She jokes, "Are you ready?" She holds up a hand thumb and middle finger curl to snap. She licks her lips as she runs her other hand up your chest, under your thermals, and feels your scars. You flinch and she stops. "Actually." She taps your chest once, then nods. "Not today, not that way."

She pulls up the shirt and frowns. "We'll save that for another time." You feel your hands unbind and you slip them out, then start to pull your shirt off the rest of the way, as Zoraida reaches back to yank off your thermals. "We'll go slow, until you're ready." She leans forward as you clear the shirt of your head and presses down on the fabric as it tangles your arm. It stops your arms and she kisses you as your struggle to get your arms loose. She rocks her hips forward, sliding until the head of your cock pulses between her pussy lips, and in the sensitive slit of your cockhead you feel a nub brush against it. Both you and Zoraida moan, and she grind back and forth, keeping your arms pinned for a moment before yanking the thermal away and tossing it aside.

"FUCK ME, CAPTAIN!" She roars as you grab your cock. She rocks back again to let you, and you feel the slickness even as Zoraida's body casts a shadow from the light outside. You cock is thick in your hand, and slippery with that shimmering honey of Zoraida's. Your aim is true, though, and you vector the head right into her glistening lips. You gasp as your cockhead is kissed and gripped by the pull of her walls and Zoraida throws her head back and cries out before she whispers under her breath. "Light's out." And snaps her fingers, plunging you into darkness, as the door closes.

But she doesn't stop. She rocks back and you can see her eyes glow in the dark. It's odd, eerie maybe, but not without a thrill to it. She rocks her hips from side to side, playing with the head of your cock as it rests just inside her, each time her eyes get a little brighter when your cock is pressed at just a certain angle. So, your hands find her waist, and you thrust up and into her to see if you can make those eyes shine even brighter.

They do. As you fuck more and more of your cock into her, and press deeper and deeper into those hot clinging folds, her eyes grow bright and bright in the dark. Her voice shudders more and more. "So....SO...big.. So long!" Her voice cuts off and you hear her groan around something in her mouth and the sharp sound of labored breathing through a nose. Each thrust of your hips goes deeper and her eyes gleam when they aren't squeezed shut and total darkness fills the room. No that's not quite right. As you fuck her harder and harder some light does come from somewhere, you can't quite tell where though.

So you fuck her harder, to find out. You pull her down onto your cock as your hips thrust up and she moans as her eyes fly open, and that wet honey spills out of her and makes it only easier for you to get deeper and deeper into her. When her ass is slapping wet and loud against your thighs, her eyes are gleaming bright, but they are at an odd angle, like her back is slack and she's just along for the ride. Can't have that.

You sit up reach out for her shoulder. Your hands find one of her breasts and she gasps loudly, the change in sensation snapping her out of her reverie. "Captain?" She meets your gaze in the dark. You suspected she might be able to see in pitch blackness, but maybe she just has good instincts.

"Get ready," You warn her as you pull her close. You roll the both of you, and now Zoraida is the one on her back, her cunt tightens up and you feel your cock throb thick enough that it nearly doubles in width. Holy fuck, how big do you get, you wonder, as you check with one hand just how thick you are. "You told me to give it to you, so don't you go doing all the work."

"Aye aye, Captain." Zoraida nods as you run your hands over her, in the dark. One hand leaves the soft, pliant swells of her breasts to drag finger tips over tight abs, your thumb dipping into her navel on the way down. The other hand teases her lips before stroking her thighs slowly and pushing her legs forward. "Yes," She hisses as you bring your knees up, just against the soft cheeks of her ass, and start to drag your hips forward and back. You don't just thrust blindly, though, you dip and drag the tip of your cock against the front of her cunt, and thrust up, pressing your shaft deeper using your body weight. "YES!" Her eyes shine bright and wide as you fuck her.

You want more, for it to go on for longer, but each thrust feels too good, so hot and tight and warm; and the light of her eyes, while eerie at first, fast becomes a familiar thrill as you lean forward to kiss her in the dark. Her lips taste so sweet and with her arms around you, you feel safe again. How long was it since you were safe, here, in the arm of someone you trusted and loved? How long were you frozen? Tears fall down your eyes, while your thrusts reach a peak and you drive your cock as deep as you can manage it. Somewhere deep in her, something kisses and clings at the tip of your cock and milks it as you cum. 

Her walls tighten and milk you further as each heavy throb of your dick sends more and more into her. You're surprised you've got so much to give, on an empty stomach and after that much stress.  As the haze fades you look into the shining eyes that smile in the dark, and shift your weight to lay beside her. Sheets are pulled over you both and you bring her in close to kiss her again. You aren't that tired, and could probably do more with your evening, but for the moment, laying here, with Zoraida, is relaxing.

What now?