“Come on.” You tell her, hauling Doctor Howard into the shuttle and slipping into the pilot’s seat. “Strap yourself in.” You activate the engines, the engine hum building as you rise steadily into the air above the landing pad. You pull back on the joystick and fire the thrusters, the tiny vessel propelled into the blackened burning sky.
As you pierce the atmosphere and the haze clears to reveal the inky blackness of space, you finally relax and set the shuttle on autopilot. Rising from your seat, you examine Doctor Howard, who has begun to come around but winces in pain.
“I’ll give him a strong sedative.” You tell Doctor Darsis as you press an injector against his neck. “He’ll be out until we get back to the Ranger. He’s inhaled a lot of smoke, but I’m hopeful we got to him in time.” Doctor Darsis nods and tears off her face mask and goggles.
“Thank you, Commander Chase.” She smiles. “We both owe you our lives!” While her face is grimy and blackened with ash, she is still quite beautiful. She is short of stature with a slender, toned body. Her long dark hair is tied back in a ponytail.
“Just doing my job.” You shrug.
“Don’t you dare downplay this.” She tells you earnestly. “You could easily have been killed too. You risked your life to save ours.”
“I’m just glad it all worked out.” You smile. “It was pretty exciting for a minute there though, eh Doctor?”
“I’m not sure exciting is the word I’d use.” She chuckles. “And please, call me Lintora. How long until we reach the Ranger?” She asks.
“She’s in a pretty deep orbit, so an hour give or take.” You reply, leaning back in your seat.
“Really?” Lintora smiles, her pretty yellow eyes gleaming. “Guess that gives us a little time to get better acquainted.” She reaches up to her neck and your eyes widen as she slowly pulls down the zip of her white, albeit grimy jumpsuit. You catch a glimpse of a crimson cleavage and a black bra before you force yourself to turn away.
“What are you doing?!” You gasp.
“What does it look like?” She giggles.
“You… you shouldn’t be doing that.” You stutter, turning away, your eyes fixed on the distant shape of the Ranger.
“C’mon Commander.” She breathes. “You’re the first man even close to my age that I’ve seen in the last twelve months and you’ve just saved my life. You can’t blame a girl for wanting to express her gratitude.” You feel her hand on your cheek, gently pulling you around to face her again. She has stripped her jumpsuit down to her waist. Your eyes are drawn to the soft curve of her small, bra clad breasts. Other than their distinctive skin, Talosians are, outwardly at least, physically identical to humans and you have to admit, she is a particularly attractive example of her race.
“That’s... that’s not necessary.” You stutter.
“I know.” She smiles. “But I want to. I can see from the way your eyes keep flicking to my chest that you’re interested, so why deny yourself?”
She has a point
This is inappropriate
“Doctor, I appreciate the sentiment, but I will have to reluctantly decline.” You tell her.
“Really?” Lintora pouts. “How disappointing.”
“You’ve been through a traumatic experience and your adrenaline will be sky high.” You tell her gently. “I wouldn’t want to participate in something you may later regret.”
“You are clearly a gentleman, Commander Chase, more’s the pity.” She replies pulling her jumpsuit back on and zipping it back up. “Though I do wonder if it will be you who is left with feelings of regret.”
“Probably.” You admit with a wry smile. “You are a beautiful woman and I can’t say I’m not tempted, but I’m an officer of the Galactic Navy and it would be inappropriate.”
“I understand.” She sighs, turning away from you and gazing out through the cockpit window into the infinite darkness of the universe.
You set the shuttle down in the cavernous hanger bay of the Ranger. As you step out onto the deck, a team of medics with a stretcher rushing towards you. They transfer the sedated Doctor Howard onto the stretcher and with Lintora accompanying them, hurry away towards sickbay.
“Thank you again, Commander!” She calls out over her shoulder, her voice echoing. “And if you change your mind, you know where I am!” You nod and for a moment, you feel a pang of regret. But you remind yourself that you are a high ranking officer in the Galactic Navy, not some lowdown smuggler or pirate with a girl in every spaceport. No, yours is a life of duty and responsibility. As you walk towards the turbolift and prepare to make your report to the captain, you have to admit, you sometimes envy those rogues.
“Outstanding, Commander.” Captain Madison beams from behind her desk. She is dressed in the same uniform as you are: A black jacket with the insignia of the Galactic Navy on the chest and the individual rank on the light blue collar. The black trousers have a matching blue stripe down the outside, the ensemble completed with black boots.
“I was lucky.” You reply. “It could easily have been a disaster.”
“But it wasn’t.” She reminds you. “It was an unqualified success. Both scientists evacuated and some valuable research recovered moments before the whole research station dropped into the lava. You should be proud of your actions today and I will be sure to record as much in my official log.”
“Thank you, Captain.” You nod.
“It’s actually damned inconvenient.” She smiles.
“Captain?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, keep this up and High Command will soon give you a command of your own.” She tells you. “Do you know how hard it is to find a decent first officer?”
“I’ll be sure to screw up next time, Captain.” You smile, thinking of how close you were to giving in to temptation earlier.
“Make sure you do.” She chuckles. “Now, get some rest and report back to me at oh eight-hundred. We have new orders and our next mission will be the most important we’ve ever undertaken, so I need you fresh and alert, understood?”
“Oh?” You reply, intrigued.
“Tomorrow, Commander.” She growls good-naturedly before her gaze returns to the monitor screen on her desk. You turn and leave her office, stepping onto the adjoining bridge. As always, the broad room is a hive of activity, the helm, navigator, communications officer and various other bridge crew working at their stations with only the captain’s chair vacant. All the bridge officers are wearing the same uniform as the captain and yourself. You glance at the view screen which still shows the charcoal grey contour of Dante III which could so easily have been your grave. You turn away and glance at the turbolift.
Go to your quarters and rest
Check on Doctor Darsis and Doctor Howard
You step into the turbolift and travel down to sickbay. As you enter, the ship’s doctor, Doctor Thorne glances up from behind her desk. When she sees you, her eyes narrow and she turns her attention back to her monitor screen. You smile wryly: ‘Hell hath no fury…’ You glance along the ward, spotting a familiar figure sitting next to an occupied bed.
“Commander Chase!” Lintora smiles broadly and climbs to her feet as you approach.
“How are you both doing?” You ask, returning her smile. Doctor Howard appears to be sleeping.
“Good. Very good.” She replies. “Doctor Thorne has examined us both. Doctor Howard has suffered from smoke inhalation, but she has been able to treat the damage. He’s just sleeping off the procedure.”
“Glad to hear it.” You nod.
“I guess this is just another day for you, eh Commander?” Lintora smiles.
“Not quite.” You chuckle. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little worried down there.”
“Worried?!” She gasps. “I’ll be having nightmares for weeks! I guess it’s an occupational hazard of choosing a career in volcanology.”
“What’s next for you?” You ask her. “A change of career?”
“No.�
� She chuckles. “Doctor Howard will convalesce for a couple of days and then we’ll transfer to another ship and be reassigned.” She replies.
“Somewhere less dangerous I hope?” You smile.
“Hopefully somewhere not quite as active.” Lintora admits with a laugh.
“Well, I’m glad you’re both okay and if I don’t see you again, I wish you all the best for the future.” You tell her.
“And you, Commander.” She smiles, leaning forward and kissing you on the cheek.
“So long.” You reply before leaving the sickbay and heading to your quarters. You fall onto your bed and drift off to sleep in moments.
The next morning, you make your way to the bridge. As you ride up in the turbolift, it slows to a halt, the door sliding open on C Deck.
“Commander.” A young and petite blonde woman nods politely as she steps inside.
“Ensign.” You nod back, noticing the rank insignia on her uniform. “Bridge?”
“Yes please, sir.” She replies. You press the button and the turbolift continues on its journey to the top deck of the Ranger.
“First voyage, Ensign…?” You ask.
“Juno Anderson, sir,” She smiles, “And yes, is it that obvious?”
“Your youth gave you away.” You reply, returning her smile.
Flirt with her
Go to the briefing
“Well, when you put it like that...” You grin, turning towards her. Lintora smiles and swivels in her seat before standing up, pulling the jumpsuit down past her waist and wriggling out of it until she stands before you in just her black underwear. Her smile broadens as your gaze slides down her slender body, admiring her athletic and toned figure.
“I’ve been working out in the gym.” She tells you as she reaches behind her head to let her hair down, the dark wavy strands falling past her shoulders. “A lot. Not much else to do when you’re on an isolated research station for a year with just an elderly man for company. Work, eat, sleep, exercise... masturbate.” She adds with a wink before reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. She slides the straps down her arms and the cups fall away from her breasts. They are pert and firm, her dark red nipples erect and jutting proudly towards you.
Allow her to continue seducing you
Get up and take her in your arms
“That’s quite an image.” You grin, rising from the pilot’s seat. “The thought of a beautiful woman like you alone and frantically touching yourself.”
“It served its purpose, but it’s no substitute for the touch of another.” Lintora purrs, her yellow eyes gleaming. Chuckling at her overt invitation, you step towards her and take her in your arms. You press your lips to hers, your tongue flicking against hers. Your eyes widen and you pull away as you feel a strange tingle run through your body.
“What was that?!” You blink in surprise.
“Talosian bodies generate more electricity than humans.” Lintora smiles. “Don’t worry, it’s at a low level. You’re not going to light up or anything.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” You grin and press your lips back to hers. As your tongues fence, you find that while the tingle is a little odd, you actually find the sensation strangely pleasant. Your hands explore her body, cupping her small, firm breasts, sliding down to her narrow waist before your fingers tentatively slip inside the waistband of her panties. She shifts her weight slightly, parting her legs to ease your access. A low moan escapes her lips as your fingertips sink into her moist furrow and she kisses you with increasing urgently as you begin to gently tease her.
“Your fingers feel so good.” She moans, breaking the kiss.
“You should try my tongue.” You reply, cocking an eyebrow.
“Mmm, I’d like that.” Lintora smiles. You chuckle and slowly kiss across her cheek and down the side of her neck. Her fingers caress the back of your head, gently guiding you lower. You stoop as your lips brush the soft red flesh of the top of a breast before drawing the nipple into your mouth. As your tongue flicks over the hard bud, you can again feel a tingle of electricity. Your fingers continue to work at her slit and Lintora gasps with delight at your combined attentions. After allowing you to linger at her chest, she again gently guides you downwards. Your lips glide down her flat, toned stomach and as you reach her waist, you pull your hand from inside her panties. Sensing her breathless anticipation, you glance up at her before tugging the flimsy garment down her legs, revealing her smooth, hairless pubic mound and the glistening folds of her opening.
“Eat me.” Lintora breathes, her voice husky with desire. Dropping to your knees, you grasp her hips and press your face between her thighs. Your tongue swipes along her wet slit and she lets out a stifled cry of delight as you find her clitoris. Again, you feel the strange tingle against your lips and tongue and find yourself wondering what it would feel like against your cock, which throbs and aches for attention within the confines of your uniform trousers. You lap at her pussy, your tongue and lips wet with her sweet juices while her breathing becomes increasingly laboured. You glance up at her, finding her yellow eyes gazing back at you, her dark red lips pouting.
“Don’t stop!” Lintora groans, her fingers tightening in your hair. “I’m so close! Yes, yes… yes!” Her hand presses your face tightly against her pussy and you feel her tremble as her orgasm rips through her. Her climax seems to make the tingle of electricity grow stronger until finally she relaxes, releasing her hold on you as she gasps for breath.
“I was almost expecting to see sparks.” You grin up at her. She giggles and reaches for you.
“And I thought I was supposed to be seducing you.” She pants as she helps you back to your feet. You glance at the ETA time on the shuttle’s HUD.
“We have twenty-three minutes.” You grin.
“Time enough.” She purrs as her fingers swiftly unfasten your trousers and tug them open. Her yellow eyes gleam with excitement as she pulls out your straining cock.
Enter her
Suggest she returns the favour
“I need you.” You tell her as her fingers explore your rigid shaft.
“Take me.” Lintora breathes. You turn her away from you and roughly bend her over the console before you. She squeals in surprise and glances back at you, her yellow eyes burning with lust. “Yes, fuck me!” She smiles, her teeth glinting between her dark red lips. As you step behind her, gazing down at her firm, rounded buttocks, she shuffles her feet apart in anticipation.
“Ready?” You growl.
“Are you kidding?” Lintora chuckles. “I’ve been ready for months!” You press the tip of your cock to her opening and she immediately thrusts back, impaling herself on you. “Oh yes, that feels so good!” She moans thickly.
“Wow!” You gasp, feeling a tingle around your shaft.
“You like that, huh?” Lintora giggles as you grasp her hips and begin to drive into her sodden slit.
“Yeah,” You groan, “As long as you don’t electrocute me when you come.”
“I’ll bear that in mind.” She chuckles as she rocks forward with each thrust. “I’d almost forgotten what a cock inside me felt like.” She moans. The peculiar tingle around your shaft intensifies, adding an extra dimension as you enjoy the thrill of pounding into the amorous Talosian. As her gleeful cries fill the cramped interior of the shuttle, you can feel your climax rapidly approaching, the tension rising in your loins.
“I’m getting close!” You grunt.
“Me too!” Lintora pants, her head bowed and her hands gripping the edge of the console. You grit your teeth, trying to stave off the inevitable. Moments later, she stiffens and shrieks in ecstasy. The electrical tingle around your cock grows stronger and the sensation sends you over the edge. You slam into her one final time and roar with release as you erupt inside her. Your deep grunts join her shrill cries as you both shudder and tremble in the throes of passion. As her pussy squeezes the last of your seed from you, you glance up, your eyes widening as the bulky white shape of the
Ranger fills the cockpit window. You have just enough time to pull your clothes back on and return to the pilot’s seat before manoeuvring the tiny shuttle into the cavernous hanger bay at the rear of the vessel. As you land, you can see a team of medics with a stretcher rushing towards you. They transfer the sedated Doctor Howard onto the stretcher and with Lintora accompanying them, hurry away towards sickbay.
“Thank you again, Commander!” She calls out over her shoulder, her voice echoing. “Thank you for everything!” You smile as you watch her cross the deck and disappear through a door before you make your way towards the turbolift to report to the captain.
“Outstanding, Commander.” Captain Madison beams from behind her desk. She is dressed in the same uniform as you are: A black jacket with the insignia of the Galactic Navy on the chest and the individual rank on the light blue collar. The black trousers have a matching blue stripe down the outside, the ensemble completed with black boots.
“I was lucky.” You reply. “It could easily have been a disaster.”
“But it wasn’t.” She reminds you. “It was an unqualified success. Both scientists evacuated and some valuable research recovered moments before the whole research station dropped into the lava. You should be proud of your actions today and I will be sure to record as much in my official log.”
“Thank you, Captain.” You nod.
“Now, get some rest and report back to me at oh eight-hundred.” She tells you. “We have new orders and our next mission will be the most important we’ve ever undertaken, so I need you fresh and alert, understood?”
“Oh?” You reply, intrigued.
“Tomorrow, Commander.” She growls good-naturedly before her gaze returns to the monitor screen on her desk. You turn and leave her office, stepping onto the adjoining bridge. As always, the broad room is a hive of activity, the helm, navigator, communications officer and various other bridge crew working at their stations with only the captain’s chair vacant. All the bridge officers are wearing the same uniform as the captain and yourself. You glance at the view screen which still shows the charcoal grey contour of Dante III which could so easily have been your grave. You turn away and glance at the turbolift.
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