Hey…
Are you still with me? Did you remember what happened?
Capt didn't even bother, taking Private to a private room. He just stood there, right in the middle of the command deck, and unzipped his pants. His erection sprang out, heavy and thick, twitching in the cool air of the room.
I swallowed hard. My hand instinctively drifted to my lap beneath the console. It was magnificent. It always was.
Private didn't hesitate. She scrambled to her knees, her movements eager, almost desperate.
"Gusa-gusa," she murmured, reaching out to touch him.
Vice didn't look away. She stood there, just a few feet from them, watching with an intensity that was almost frightening. She had stepped out of her skirt, leaving her bottom half completely bare. Her legs were long and toned, and the sight of her bare pussy, slick and waiting, made my own core throb.
Capt grabbed Private by the waist and pulled her up. He sat back down on the floor, leaning against the base of the holographic projector, and pulled her onto his lap. The way she straddled him, wrapping her small legs around his waist, was so natural.
So wrong, yet so right.
"Are you ready to be a good Arala?" Capt asked, his voice thick with lust.
"Yes, Ranyan," Private moaned. "Fill my purupin. Make it bikuriru."
He didn't wait. He lined himself up and thrust upward.
"Acaca!" Private let out a high-pitched squeal that echoed off the metal walls.
I watched, unable to tear my eyes away. You are seeing this too, right? The way her body jerked with every thrust. The way Capt's hands gripped her hips, his knuckles white, driving into her with a rhythm that was purely instinctual. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't romantic. It was functional, biological, and… incredibly hot.
"That's it," Capt growled, burying his face in her neck. "Take it all. Fix those Melios levels."
"It fits! It fits so deep!" Private cried out, her head thrown back. Her hands were gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his uniform. "More suba-suba! More wuz-wuz!"
I glanced at Vice. She was leaning against the tactical console, her hand moving rapidly between her legs. Her eyes were glazed over, fixed on the coupling pair. She was biting her lip so hard I thought it might bleed. She touched herself. Right there.
Watching the man she loved… er… but refused to admit she loved, have sex with his own sister.
The sound of wet slapping skin filled the room, mixing with the hum of the ship's engines. It was a chaotic fanfare of lust. I felt the friction of my pen against the fabric of my uniform, rubbing against my clitoris. I couldn't help myself. The visual was too much.
The taboo of it, the raw necessity of it.
"Look at this, Iya," Capt taunted, looking up at Vice while still pounding into Private. "Look at what your orders made me do. Does it turn you on? Watching your Capt, bang his sister?"
Vice let out a broken sob, her hips bucking against her own hand. "Shut up…! Shut up and finish!"
"I am close," Capt grunted. He picked up the pace, his hips becoming a blur of motion.
"Giga-giga! Hama-hama! It's… coming!" Private was screaming now, nonsense words spilling from her lips.
I saw Private's body stiffen, her toes curling. She clamped down on him, her inner muscles must be squeezing him dry. That was the trigger. Capt roared, a primal sound that vibrated in my chest. He slammed into her one last time and held her there, pouring everything he had into her.
At the exact same moment, Vice cried out. Her back arched, and I saw a stream of clear fluid jet from her… splashing onto the floor, some droplets even landing on Private's back.
She squirted.
The Vice Captain, the ice queen, just squirted watching them.
My own release hit me a second later, a shuddering orgasm that made me curl my toes in my boots. I bit my knuckle to keep from screaming, focusing on the rhythmic thumping of my heart.
The room went silent. Save for the heavy breathing of us, and the soft whir of the life support systems.
Private collapsed onto Capt's chest, her body twitching with aftershocks.
She looked... So happy?
Her face was buried in his neck, and she was making soft, happy noises. Capt stroked her hair, his expression softening. He kissed the top of her head, then sighed.
It was a heavy, loaded sigh.
He gently lifted her off him and stood up, adjusting his pants. He looked at the mess on the floor, the mixture of fluids, the evidence of what had just happened. He looked at Vice, who was now leaning against the console, panting, her face flushed and her eyes avoiding his.
"I need a shower," Capt said quietly. His voice sounded hollow. "I will be in my quarters."
He walked past me without a word. I saw the look on his face. It wasn't the look of a satisfied man. It was the look of a man who hated that he enjoyed it. I know, he felt guilty.
Vice didn't say anything. She just grabbed a towel from the emergency kit and started wiping her legs, her movements jerky… and angry.
"Don't say a word, Navi!" she snapped at me, though I hadn't opened my mouth. "Get back to work!"
She grabbed her skirt and stormed out of the command center, leaving her panties on the floor where she had thrown them. I sat there for a moment, the silence heavy.
I stood up and walked over to Private. She was still lying on the floor, her limbs spread eagle, a small pool of Capt's excess seed leaking from her. She looked like a ragdoll that had been played with too roughly, but there was a serene smile on her face.
"Private?" I whispered, crouching down. "Are you... okay? Did you enjoy that?"
She slowly opened her eyes. They were unfocused, swirling with the afterglow of the Melios recharge. She brought her hands to her face, hiding her blush, and giggled.
"Gegeru," she whispered. "Too much gegeru, Navi."
I nodded.
I knew exactly what that meant. It meant she was more than satisfied and full. I looked at the monitor. Private's Melios levels were climbing rapidly. Seventy percent. Eighty percent. Ninety. Mission accomplished, I guess. As I looked at the empty door where Capt had exited, I couldn't help but wonder what the cost of this salvation really was. We were saving humanity, sure.
But…
Were we losing ourselves in the process? I picked up my pen, the one I had used on myself, and tapped it against my lips.
Who cares?
We were alive for another day, and in this universe, being alive and satisfied, is the only victory that counts. If you know what I mean.