Chapter 38 - You Help Zoraida Relax.

You stand there in the suite, for a moment. You meet Zoraida's gaze and she smiles back at you, tired but relieved. It dawns on you that given her literal connection to the ship, she might have felt the damage done more than just see it on screens. How much feedback was there? How strong was her connection to the ship?

Well... you could ask her.

"Are you okay?" You ask. She blinks at your question. "The damage, Dancer took. How much of it did you feel?" Your questions are direct and to the point as you start to slide your armor off. You control your breathing and focus on her face. You watch her pupils contract as you ask your question, but dilate as she watches you slide off your clothes.

"I'm.... I'll be okay, Captain." She replies, professionally. You frown and with a clunk, you release the clasps binding your torso armor in place and lift it over your head. The armor's underlayer is in place as you turn back to her, watching her eyes trace up your back where your muscles bunch and stretch at the material.

"Zoraida?" You ask again, and step close. She looks away and you reach out to cup her face in your hand. You kneel and gently stroke her face. She sighs and looks to you with a rich blush on her cheeks and she lifts up her hand to hold yours against her face.

"I... its not like I feel pain when a part is damaged, and I'm synchronized." She doesn't look like she's at a loss for words, instead she's simply enjoying the warmth of your hand on her skin. With your other hand you take a hold of her ankle, and start to stroke up her leg. She sighs as the touch. "I just feel cold, like a part of me goes missing when its damaged or destroyed."

"That doesn't sound much better." You say from the hip, as your hand on her face starts to stroke down, the material on your gloves sliding back to small plates just past your wrists. Your bare fingers slide under the sheer material that covers her and you cup one of her breasts in a tender grip.

You roll your wrist in a slow motion as you stroke and squeeze at her soft flesh. She presses her lips together to hold back a moan. Well that won't do, at all. You press forward and push Zoraida down against the bed with a soft "Oof!" from the golden woman. The hand on her ankle slides up to her knee and lifts her leg up. She gasps as you slide it down slowly and stroke her inner thigh.

Still kneeling though, you lean forward until your head is between her legs and you can feel a hot warmth radiating over your bare face.

"Sol," She breaths your name and you feel pinpricks of excitement rise across your skin. Before you the gleaming material that makes her 'panties' parts like curtains and you can see glistening slit of her sex in plain view.

"Just relax," You whisper close the distance. You kiss your lips to hers and she gasps loud and long. Your tongue snakes in and you taste a sweet flavor over your lips, like when you kiss her. You smile and press deeper, your lips mashing into her cunt and your tongue probing as deep as you can get it.

Zoraida gasp for breath and you squeeze the tit in your hand before pinching her nipple between thumb and index finger. She moans and you feel the throb of her pulse against your thumb, as you push her leg further up to bury your face deeper. With one hand she holds onto your head, her fingers running through your hair. The other rests over your hand that grips her breast. You roll your tongue back and forth and taste the folds of her womanhood. The sweet honey flowing across your tongue and down your throat, warming you from within.

Your cock throbs against the inside of your pants, and you feel it stretch and press the under layer, but you focus on Zoraida and her pleasure. You massage her leg and squeeze her breast in time with your tongue's diving, plunging, twisting, and thrusting. Zoraida's voice fills the room as she gasps, moans, groans, and yelps in time with your squeezing, stroking, probing and pinching. 

"SOL!" She cries out, and you feel her tighten around your tongue as her legs close around your head and you're sprayed with a fresh wave of hot, sticky, honey. You press your face against her shuddering vulva and gently work your lips against her flushed skin as her hand grips you close.

With her legs wrapped around your head, the room is muffled, and the heavy throb of her heartbeat is all you can hear clearly. It's strong, steady, and shortly, it starts to slow down from a gallop down to a trot. You feel the pressure on the sides of your head relax and you relax your grip on her breast and thigh to lift your head up.

Gazing up at her, you see the layer of herself she wears as clothing has receded, and she' laying bare on the bed. The nipple you can see is standing firm and hard, and you can feel its twin between your fingers. Zoraida is staring at the ceiling, and you can see a dribble of salvia running down her chin as she twitches from the orgasm. 

You lick your lips as you rise, and with the hand that was on her thigh, undo your belt and start to pull down your pants.

You're barely standing when you notice her eyes aren't glazed over, and her gasping mouth becomes a cunning smile. Her hands fly to your belt and your pulled down to the bed. 

"That was," she starts, but you rise up to kiss her and cut off her words. She groans as you kiss her and she tastes herself on your lips and tongue. But then she pushed you back to the bed, breaking the kiss. "Now now," She runs her fingers over your chest. "No more foreplay." Your cock is standing free and she grinds her ass back. Her cheeks squeeze against your shaft, and your feel her squeeze together, surrounding your manhood with a delightful warmth. "Well maybe a bit more."

You growl and grip her by her waist, lifting her up just enough. She giggles and reaches down to aim the head of your cock at her dripping entrance. You look up at her and she meets your gaze. You wait a beat, as the tip just touches her lips you can feel an electric thrill rush through your body, and you penetrate.

She cries out as you fill her, thrusting to the base of your cock with a smooth swift thrust as you pull her down. You don't abate, lifting her and fucking her over your cock with each pull and push, thrust and drag, pushing into the folds you'd tasted a moment ago with your throbbing, swelling, cock. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and grinds her hips against you, as her ass slaps against your thighs.

You feel the tip of your cock hit somewhere tight and deep and you hold onto her tightly as you fuck your whole length into her. She gasps and moans your name into your ear as she holds you close and her breasts, wet from sweat, slide up and down your chest and her nipples drag against your skin.

Your feel a sting of pleasure throb in you, and with one of your hands force her ass down and push up with your hips at the same time. Zoraida moans peak into a blissful howl as your cock swells and shakes, hot ropes of cum flying from the tip and filling her. You thrust into her once, twice, three times, each stroke making increasingly sticky and lewd sounds as your cum and her honey mix and churn from your cock stirring up inside. 

Zoraida leans back to kiss you again and you let the warmth of her body comfort you before you suggest cleaning up a bit. She agrees, and you peel of your armor and slip into the bathroom with Zoraida for a quick shower, as quick as shower with her ever is, of course.

After cleaning up, then making a little mess, then cleaning up some more, you step out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your waist. The bathroom had been stocked almost like a hotel or a way station with small bars of soap and fresh towels. They were still warm, which had surprised you when you'd picked them up.

Drying, you see your armor and underlayers all stacked by the table, Anagyros wagging its tail as it trots past you to the bathroom. You blink, confused and your ring chimes. You look at it and a small holographic square floats in the air above your hand. Armor Cleaning Complete, depositing waste. Is all it says. Then you hear the flush of the toliet behind you and you laugh.

"So," Zoraida says a minute later, her own layer of clothing reformed and you back in your armor. "What should we go looking for?" She smiles. "This IS a military ship, so not everything will be open to us."

You think for a moment, You'd focused on pleasing Zoraida but you had considered checking out Bruzador. Was there anything in particular you thought to check out? You wonder and stroke your chin.

Where do you want to go? Need to go? 