Fear and Loathing on DuJa'Q (Part 2 of 2) [18+]

Posted on 09 Mar 2017 @ 6:38pm by Ensign Miraj Derani & Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm
Edited on on 09 Mar 2017 @ 7:30pm

3,344 words; about a 17 minute read

Mission: Episode 14 - Statecraft
Location: IKS DuJa'Q - Deck 8, Lirha's Quarters
Timeline: MD 02, 2120

Previously, on Fear and Loathing on DuJa'Q (Part 1)...

The subtle hint had been given and promptly received. The ensign's return kiss was soft yet unskilled, but the feeling of her body now closer to the Orion sent a wave of warmth through Lirha. A small smile spread across Saalm's gold lips while she exchanged a series of light kisses with Derani. "Slower, and more tongue. Against mine," she giggled. While the Boslic hybrid wasn't entirely nude, Lirha's hands could still feel the skin of her bare back. Pushing her fingers up into the base of her hair while her other hand stroked in between her shoulder blades, Lirha let her sharp nails graze gently across Miraj's soft flesh while she began to kiss her much more deeply and passionately.

And Now, the Conclusion...

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When Lirha's fingers brushed across the nape of her neck, it was like someone had stuck her with an electric prod, but good, like something was falling away inside and waking up at the same time, and the sensations of Lirha's fingers tangled in her hair wasn't making stop, it was making it more...more. Miraj followed Lirha's instruction, she kissed the older woman again, slowly as directed, and with more confidence.

What seemed like several minutes of intense affection between the two officers quickly progressed into a warm embrace. Lirha's hand travelled down to the small of Derani's back to hold her firmly against her, while her other set of fingers pushed their way deep into the pink bunches of hair. The gentle sounds of soft slurps and kissing echoed throughout the room, allowing both of them to focus on each other with no other distractions. Lirha eventually pulled back slightly to catch her breath, then diverted her attention to the side of Miraj's face. She placed a series of soft pecks against her cheek before tending to her ear -- first with a light and teasing bite against her lower lobe, then by wrapping her lips around it and licking in between the folds of the auricle.

Miraj let out a sigh of pure pleasure. That felt incredible, and despite her wishes she couldn't help but get turned on. she started to reach for Lirah, but realising she wasn't sure what was all right to touch, she stopped, and just let the Orion nibble at her sensitive ear.

Lirha felt more excitement now bubbling inside of her as soon as she heard Miraj's content breath of air. It brought a wild pleasure to her senses to be able to make her feel good, especially if it was her first time with another partner. The Orion continued to tend to Miraj's lobe for a short period before moving her attention down to the side of Derani's neck. With a firm grip still on the woman's spine, Lirha pulled both of them close together to shift their bodies until they were parallel with the length of the couch. She then leaned forward and started to lay the ensign down on her back while staying close and trailing a series of wet kisses down the side of her neck and to the base of her throat.

With the admiral leaning over her, Miraj had to drop back and let Lirha cover her skin with kisses, Her head was whirling with sensation and emotion. It felt really good, no wonder the other woman was so keen on it. She'd obviously had a lot of experience. A nasty little part of her wondered how many notches had gone on to Lirha's bed post before her. It left an uncomfortable twinge in her belly, and she had to remind herself sharply why she was here, and she put her hand around Lirha's neck, stroking it, wondering if it would feel as good to Lirha as it had to her.

"Mmm..." Saalm mumbled with a smile. The erogenous zone on the back of her neck was also slightly ticklish which did well to enhance the feeling. Lirha pulled back slightly to stare down into Miraj's youthful blue eyes -- her own thick locks of black hair fell freely past her shoulders and draped themselves around the sides of the other woman's cheeks, casting them in shadowed and intimate privacy. "Do you want to see what is beneath my uniform?" she invited while laying light kisses on Miraj's nose and forehead.

Yes. No. Miraj swallowed, unsure what she wanted. Her brain was rapidly turning to mush under the ardent onslaught, but she was becoming increasingly guilt ridden as well. She'd had plenty of ideas how her first time would be. An Orion's fling had not been one of them. She avoided the question, and instead reached up to kiss Lirha's throat.

The general was happy to indulge her new partner despite the lack of an answer. And just as Starfleet protocol dictated that in the absence of any contravening order, the previous wishes of the captain were to be respected, so too did Lirha apply that to the bedroom. She briefly sat up atop Miraj's lap then reached up to her shoulder where her sash was located and unclipped it. The heavy metallic-and-cloth decoration fell to the side and onto the floor unceremoniously. She slid off the two gold gauntlets on each of her upper arms, then reached back behind her chest to unclip the straps of her latinum-plated bikini top. Her garment now hung in place loosely only by the strap which collared the back of her neck, but it was enough to give Miraj a good view of her bare stomach and the sides of her curvy chest.

The Orion bent back down to let the ensign tend to her neck again. The cool breeze of the room's air against her skin sent a wave of goosebumps rippling across her green skin as it mixed with the light sheen of sweat on her half-exposed body.

Lirha had an incredible body, Miraj hadn't been wrong when she had described her as something out of a story. though it wasn't her obvious physical perfection that made her so attractive, but the confidence that oozed out of her pores, the sheer sensuality in every move. Yes, Lirha was the Femme Fatale that was totally out of the Hero's league. And Miraj was definitely out of her league. Her mouth went dry, not sure what to do with her hands.

"You can touch me. I promise I'm not a hologram," Saalm teased when she sensed the woman's hesitation. In fact, she could think of nothing more she wanted at the moment than for the half-Boslic to explore her body. "Let me help." Lirha took one of Miraj's wrists and guided a hand underneath her loosened bikini, along the side of one of breasts. The other hand she guided to her bare back, between her shoulders.

Lirha's skin was smooth and silky and warm, the flesh under her fingers soft and yielding. It was incredible. Miraj squeezed gently and stroked the bare flesh with a thumb. She'd never imagined a woman's body could be so nice to touch. "Is that alright?"

Miraj's touch was almost electric. A shiver of pleasure forced Lirha to inhale deeply and close her eyes. She'd always thought Derani to be a beautiful and alluring young woman, but even in her most private fantasies, she'd never expected to be fondled by her. "Yes...quite," she whispered. Saalm promptly reached behind her neck and unclipped the final strap of her top, letting it fall down to her waist in order to expose her ample bosom. Dark green areolas ringed her pert nipples and contrasted against the lighter olive tone of the rest of her skin. "You can kiss my skin, as well. Anywhere you like," she added, hoping Derani would indulge herself.

Miraj blinked. Here she was staring at her commanding officers naked breasts, and the officer in question was telling her to kiss them. She was totally in over her head now, there was no denying that. She just had to go forward. Don't think and just do it. She reached up and kissed the Admiral's neck, carefully and precisely to make sure she didn't do anything the admiral wouldn't like, and then worked her way down over the woman's shoulder, and onwards to the swell of her breasts.

The Orion slithered her fingers into the back of Miraj's hair in order to help support her head and hold it to her chest. Her breathing deepened, becoming heavier, with each exhale slowly adding to her arousal and the growing ache of desire brewing between her legs. The palm of her other hand began to gently rub up and down the ensign's back in a relaxing and affectionate manner.

Miraj heard the change in Lirha's breathing, and knew she was doing something right. Best to keep on going. She closed her eyes and let her mouth travel, lower nuzzling her nose against Lirha's skin and smelling the woman's pleasant, musky scent, before brushing her lips across Lirha's right nipple.

Arching her back to help bring her sensitive nub closer to Miraj's mouth, Lirha subtly fidgeted when the ensign's lips sent another wave of sparks through her senses. A barely-audible gasp escaped the general's lips.

That seemed to be working, Miraj decided. She steeled herself to be more daring, and suckled for a moment on Lirha's exposed nipple, flicking it with her tongue. It tasted slightly salty, and felt harder and more textured than the surrounding skin. It wasn't completely unpleasant either, and she felt herself twitch in response between her thighs.

This time, Lirha let out a full moan of both relief and pleasure. Miraj's wet and warm tongue sliding across the center of her sensitive mound was blissful enough to dampen the area between her legs and make her mumble contently. "...Yes..." she murmured, her fingers pushing even deeper into Miraj's pink locks of hair. "...Harder," she added, wanting to feel herself being sucked on by a forceful mouth.

The tightening grip on her hair seemed to go straight to her groin, and Miraj felt a sudden and deep rush of shame at enjoying it. She shoved the sensation down. She just needed to make sure the Admiral liked it, so she obeyed the order, drawing on the Orion's nipple until it was long and rock hard, before moving to give the other the same treatment.

Lirha shuddered with delight. The reality of what was now happening between her and her helm officer -- and young ensign -- played through her head. It seemed almost unreal, a fantasy of sorts that would one second end when she woke up in the middle of the night. But a quick glance through her half-closed eyes down toward her chest revealed Miraj's attractive features and confirmed it was indeed a reality. And now she wanted more. Not only to have the ensign tending to her for the next several hours, but also to return the pleasure and let Miraj experience the joys she'd been missing up until this point in her life.

Miraj hadn't been told to stop, so she kept up with paying attentions to Lirha's breasts, not just sucking on her nipples, but teasing them with her tongue. She could tell from the other woman's excited moans that she was obviously doing something right, so she was succeeding so far.

It was definitely physically arousing, but it was spiritually empty. A meaningless fling. Miraj wasn't sure she could keep going, and to distract both herself and the admiral from her uncertainty, she started to nuzzle at Lirah's neck, kissing the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

While Derani nuzzled into the side of her neck, Lirha leaned forward and pressed both of them back down into the cushions of the couch. Her hands returned to the ensign's garment where they began to feel their way over her chest and ribs. She tugged slowly on the bottom of it to free Miraj from its constraints.

With the admirals hands moving, Miraj felt another rush of arousal, as the cold air reached the skin of her chest as the top was drawn slowly down tempered with a growing uncertainty. She wanted to do more of this, oh definitely. But like this? Just a fling. She wasn't sure? The tunic’s now wide neckline was creeping further down towards the tips of her breasts.

Lirha continued to pull until the fabric slipped down to Derani's midriff. Before stealing a look at her body, she cupped Miraj's cheek in her hand, diverting it from her neck in order to stare intently into her eyes. The green-skinned woman then began to kiss her again, this time with more slowness and intensity which revealed the passion she was now feeling for the young ensign.

Miraj was still young and her body was still able to defy gravity, her arousal making her breasts especially pert and firm. She was nicely proportioned, neither too large or too small, and they were as pale skinned as the rest of her, tipped with small pale pink nipples.

The general slowly opened her eyes after kissing her new partner for close to a minute. Her heart almost skipped a beat when she gazed over one of the greatest forms of physical perfection she'd ever seen. Miraj's light skin tone, her elegantly-curved chest, and her firm belly made Lirha's mouth water and forced a soft sigh emanate from her lips. She ran her hands slowly up and down her ribs and across her warm skin, then up to her breasts which she cupped and gently squeezed. Her head dipped down to the bottom of the Boslic's throat in order to trail a series of light kisses down her sternum and in between her mounds.

Miraj's discomfort had grown as the tunic had slipped lower, and when Lirha's hands ran over her breasts, instead on enjoying it, she squirmed, the earlier pleasure wiped out by the expression on Lirah’s face. This wasn't what she wanted. Not two hours ago she'd told Amaranai Miraj decided. No amount of flying was worth being another cold conquest. And that thought shook her to the soul, and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop!" she shrieked, pushing the bigger woman away by the shoulder. "Stop. Please!"

The sudden outburst snapped Lirha's eyes wide open. She retreated from her motions and suddenly pulled back in order to look at Miraj with apprehension. The feelings of pleasure and intimacy she was experiencing vanished in a heartbeat. "What's wrong?" Lirha asked with concern filling her voice. Had she hurt the ensign? Or inadvertently touched a physical wound that hadn't been healed?

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.” There was a wobble in Miraj's voice. "I thought I could, but I just can't. I know it’s not what you want, but I don't want this. Not like this." She hauled on her top, bringing it back to a decent position and shifted out from underneath Lirha.

Watching Miraj quickly cover herself and move away, Lirha propped herself up on her knees and blinked. Her mind raced, wondering what she'd done wrong or if she'd inadvertently done something to upset her conn officer. When she listened to the words she'd just spoken, Lirha realized she'd forgotten her partner was still a virgin. Maybe...the heat of the moment had turned into something too great? Maybe there were second thoughts? But Miraj had shown little hesitation to tend to the Orion's nude body. "Did I do something wrong?" she tentatively asked. "I...thought you wanted this?"

Miraj tried to retie the top, but it wouldn't go. She settled for holding it close to her chest. "I'm sorry Ma'am. I just can't do this. I want my first time to be special. With someone special. That I have feelings for, not- " she trailed off, afraid she'd already gone too far, and not wanting to make it worse.

Special. Lirha wasn't special, it seemed, which felt like a sudden kick to the gut to the Orion. Her light green eyes lowered to the empty space of the couch where Miraj once laid while feelings of rejection began to manifest. But more importantly, another series of internal thoughts caused a lump to form in Lirha's throat. Her voice became a soft whisper when she spoke.

"...If you don't have feelings for me..." she tried to swallow, praying to the spirits that her train of logic was incorrect, "then...why did you kiss me?" And do more.

Miraj swallowed, trying to not to cry. "Because after yesterday, when I didn't want to kiss you, you took me off duty. I didn't want to not fly any longer. I thought if I... then you'ld let me back on the bridge."

The realization of Miraj's motivations was worse than a kick in the gut; it felt like a Q's hand had grabbed her heart and torn it from her chest before depositing it in her belly. Lirha wrapped her arms around her waist and slowly sunk forward. "You.." she tried to swallow, "..came to me and offered yourself.....because you wanted to be reinstated to duty?" her voice cracked mid-sentence when she thought about what that must have meant. "And you thought I'd relieved you because you wouldn't....."

"Yes." Miraj's voice was small, and she couldn't look at Lirha. She took a step towards to door. "I told you about-" she stopped she didn't want to bring Luke into this. "waiting for someone. And you took me off duty. I thought you were jealous. And angry."

And a monster. The Orion could think of no other word to describe it. Somehow she'd failed -- horribly -- as a CO. Her advances toward the ensign had been genuine but outside of Starfleet protocol, she recognized. And in doing so, the young officer who she cared for now thought her commanding officer had been trying to coerce and manipulate her for her own desires. And had then acted on it.

A tear dripped from Lirha's left eye which she quickly tried to wipe away. But more of them were about to manifest themselves. She'd enjoyed every second of her time with Miraj and wanted nothing more than to be with her. Most importantly, she thought Derani felt the same way, but all that was now shattered. "I was never angry with you..." she said softly, looking up at Miraj while trying to keep her eyes dry. "I just wanted to help you feel better. Because I care about you. I'm..." she let out a choked breath, "so sorry."

"You stopped me doing the thing I like best in all the world." How could the admiral say she cared? Miraj barely knew her. It wasn't as if they spent much time together off duty. Miraj was not going to cry. She wasn't. She had to blink hard to make sure. "I'll go."

Lirha didn't reply. The feelings of guilt and remorse she'd struggled to cope with following Galileo's destruction had taken weeks to subdue. At least, from a semi-reasonable standpoint. Now, it all came flooding back with no hope in sight of controlling it. She wanted Miraj to leave her quarters and not return. Because the more she thought about it, the more she realized her feelings and desires had been used against her by someone else to achieve a separate goal. She felt like a pawn.

"You're reinstated to duty," Lirha simply said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Please leave."

Miraj felt absurdly grateful that the admiral hadn't become more angry and banned her totally form the bridge, or thrown her out an airlock. "Thank you!" she said, and escaped from the Orion's room. She dashed to her own quarters, wishing there was hot water so she could scrub the shame away.

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GEN Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
IKS DuJa'Q

Ensign Miraj Derani
Chief Flight Control Officer
IKS DuJa'Q

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