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The dock was more crowded than she had seen it in a long, long time. Station personnel hurried around, carrying out their various tasks, prepping ships for launch and un-loading others that had just arrived. Every mooring spot was taken up on the arm and it almost felt as if the fleet was coming home to prepare for something big. Sasha paused, waiting for a fat wheeled tractor to grumble past, its train of five flatbeds laden with volatile cargo. She watched it snake around a central support pillar and pull up at the foot of the wide loading ramp of a battlecruiser that was in the midst of prepping for launch, her crew swarming her dockside. She looked around, her scarlet gaze sweeping down the broad length of D/A-12. Each door, sealed or otherwise, had a pair of Legionnaires on guard, each dressed in full battle armour and sporting the new gauss rifles that had been issued the previous year, warily watching everyone that passed that they didn't recognise as a member of their ship's respective crew.

Her gaze swept upward, to the narrow balconies and catwalks that circled the docking arm. Up there was access to the much smaller vessels such as attack shuttles, micro freighters, corsairs and cutters and the ocassional pinnace. Sasha headed for the lift plate that was ensconced between two more support pillars and stepped on it, letting it silently take her upwards. The Astra was still there, docked, its airlock door unlocked. No one was on guard duty and a small smile tugged at the corners of Sasha's mouth. True to her word, Astrid had left the old corsair un-buttoned. She moved towards the waiting threshold, her pace quickening as she neared, anticipation knotting her gut. It had been three months since she had seen Astrid and it would be good to bask in the orc's company once again.

She stepped through the hatch and into the airlock proper, the inner door rolling open for her. The interior of the corsair was warm and smelled surprisingly fragrant. The lights were dimmed to a soft glow, mimicking the station's local time of 7pm. The door sealed behind her and there was a soft hiss and click as the locking mechanism engaged. Another clunk denoted the outer door sealing up, too. She was now locked in and a smile creased her face. She walked into the narrow corridor that ran down the spine of the ship and eyed the closed hatches to the gunnery compartments. Sasha padded down to the far end of the narrow corridor, climbing swiftly down the ladder and moved deeper into the ship. She peered into the cramped galley and found no one. Borderline impatient and not wanting to be wandering aimlessly around, she thumbed the comms panel by the door and requested Astrid's current location.

'I was really hoping to be hunted down.' Astrid replied, sounding a touch disappointed.

'That would take too long.' Sasha replied.

'There are ten compartments on this ship. It would take you a little under eight minutes to find me.'

'I've spent the last three hours searching an entire battlecruiser for a midshipman who went missing mid-shift...'

A sigh and then, 'I'm in the cockpit.'

The line cut and Sasha left the galley/mess and ascended another short ladder, pulling herself into the cockpit. Sitting in the middle, lounging in the Captain's seat was Astrid, her red hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her jacket was tossed over the back of the vacant navigator's chair, giving Sasha pause as she looked her over. Astrid cocked an eyebrow when she caught the silver dragon openly staring and she pursed her plump lips in thought as she returned the scrutiny, taking in the lithe dragon's close fitting dress uniform.

'See something you like?' Astrid purred.

'Very much so.' Sasha replied. She un-buttoned her jacket and hung it neatly over the back of the sensor officer's chair before swinging a leg over Astrid and settling onto her lap.

Astrid's hands came up and gently stroked Sasha's lower back. The dragon sighed as Astrid started massaging where she could reach, her wings loosening and sagging. She had been looking forward to this.

'Did you find him?' Astrid asked as she pulled Sasha's belt free and tossed it onto the navigator's chair.

'Mm...?'

'Your middy.' Astrid prompted. She had managed to undo Sasha's trousers and was now working on removing her under shirt. Once that was done with and discarded, she'd have to deal with the SmartWeave shirt beneath.

Sasha helped Astrid remove her shirt, folding her wings in tight and shucking the garment off, 'Found him in the head. Slipstream sickness, apparently. He was wretchedly ill.'

'First time on a ship with a slipdrive, then?' Astrid murmured as she searched for the seam between shirt and trousers. She gave a toothy grin when she found it and seperated the two pieces of SmartWeave, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of taught, liquid silver abs.

'According to his record, he's served on nothing but warp drive operated ships.' Her SmartWeave shirt came off and her words faded away as Astrid found an erect nipple.

Sasha sighed as Astrid worried her nipple. She leaned forward as the orc licked and nibbled gently, one powerful hand on her backside, the other kneading a handful of silver breast. Astrid's hair came loose under the prying of deft fingers and Sasha wrapped the curling red strands around her fingers, gently guiding Astrid's mouth to her other breast. She finally raised her head and pulled Sasha into a long, slow kiss that sent the dragon purring, her long, sinuous tail arching high in the air. She started grinding against Astrid, enjoying the feel of the growing bulge in her pants and the sound of her breathing becoming more ragged. She slid a hand up Astrid's shirt, her fingertips tripping across hard abs to slide around the heavy swell of her left breast. Astrid moaned, her grip on Sasha's backside tightening, silently telling her stop.

Sasha stopped grinding against the orc, but she continued stroking her breast as she kissed her again, a bolt of elation racing through her as Astrid's fingers dipped beneath her waistband. Sasha hitched one leg up, hooking it over the arm of the chair as she balanced her weight on her other leg that was folded beneath her, allowing Astrid easier access. A slight tilt of her hips and Astrid's fingers slid past her slick, swollen vulva and went knuckle-deep. Sasha's head tilted back, her eyes lidding as Astrid massaged her, her pussy trembling around her index and middle fingers as she gently applied pressure and increased her pace. Sasha panted as Astrid fingered her, the orc's teeth finding her slender neck, lightly grazing her throat with her tusks.

Sasha shuddered as the heat welled up inside her, rolling through her in tantalizing waves. She moved against Astrid's hand, encouraging the orc to slide a third finger inside. She rode Astrid's fingers, panting raggedly, her scarlet eyes ablaze, her wings flaring as arched her back with a cry. Astrid pulled her fingers free and licked them clean, watching Sasha thoughtfully as the dragon forced herself forwards again with some effort, sagging against Astrid as she panted, catching her breath. She rested her head on Astrid's shoulder, her full weight coming down on the orc. Astrid wrapped her arms around her slender frame and held her until she seemed to be recovered enough for more.

'More?' Astrid queried after a few minutes, her voice a low purr in Sasha's ear.

A soft chuckle answered her question. Sasha pushed herself to her feet once she felt steady enough and stretched, flexing her wings. Astrid watched in rapt silence, captivated all over again by the Sasha's lithe form, her curves supple and inviting, her breasts the perfect handful and her scales shining in the lamp light like mercury. She watched, entranced as Sasha slowly stripped her clawboots, trousers and SmartWeave leggings off, discarding them with her shirts. Astrid bit her lip as Sasha leaned back against the low table of the dormant HoloTac, her head cocked expectantly.

'Well?' She said, 'It's your turn.'

Astrid's gaze slid up and down her body a few more times before she realized what Sasha meant. She was still wearing her t-shirt, boots and cargos. Before Astrid could do anything about this, Sasha had already pushed herself away from the HoloTac and was busily pulling her boots off for her. Astrid pulled her shirt over her head and Sasha paused, looking up at the hard, muscular body of her lover. She settled on her knees, her gaze being drawn up the hard abs to the heavy breasts that very nearly blocked her view of Astrid's face from her prone position. Heat flared between her legs again and she flicked her forked tongue out in anticipation of what she wanted to do. She reached forward and loosened Astrid's cargos, tugging on them until they were below her ass.

Her fingers tugged the waistband of Astrid's boxer briefs down, her eyes widening in excitement as her cock sprang free. Sasha gently ran a fingertip up the thick shaft, tracing the veins, feeling it pulsing beneath her touch. It had been too long. Three months too long, as far as either of them were concerned. And now they had two months together and not a single opportunity would be wasted.

Astrid's breath caught in her throat as Sasha drew her tongue her up cock from clit to tip, her finely scaled lips wrapping around the swollen head as Sasha took her as far into her mouth as possible. She stopped halfway down, her tongue sliding slowly around Astrid, enjoying her warm, salty taste, the rich, musky scent and the smoothness of her taught flesh. She purred and smiled in triumph when Astrid gasped. The purr turned into low, chesty growl that vibrated up her throat and into her mouth. Astrid twitched, her hips sliding forward in her chair, a hand landing firmly on the back of Sasha's head, between her curling horns and twin crests. Sasha started moving her head, alternating between sucking and purring. Astrid moaned, leaning forward, her knees parting further as she felt one of Sasha's fingers slide down the base of her shaft to circle her aching clit.

With a groan, Astrid came, sharp convulsions wracking her body as Sasha drove her deeper into her orgasm. Sasha's finger slid deeper inside Astrid as the orc filled her mouth with thick semen which she drank down greedily. She felt it leaking from the corners of her mouth, mixing with saliva and pulled away with a cough, leaving Astrid quivering and gasping for breath, sitting listlessly in her chair. Sasha licked her lips, enjoying the warm saltiness and wiped her mouth on Astrid's cargos.

'Bitch!' Astrid exclaimed in mock outrage.

'Oh c'mon, you mean to say you don't have any clean clothes aboard? Are your 'freshers broken again?' Sasha replied teasingly. She couldn't resist stroking Astrid's cock again, rubbing a stray strand of cum around the tip.

She watched in fascination as Astrid started firming up again, her semi-flaccid penis coming erect. She pulled herself out of her crouch and straddled Astrid once more, lowering herself onto her hardening cock. She sank slowly, her eyes closing as she was spread wide. Her hands braced against Astrid's shoulders, she tilted her hips, sliding the final inch inside her. She moaned softly as she settled in Astrid's lap, the orc's hands slowly exploring her body. She was long and thick and each time Sasha thought she was going to be broken.

'Comfortable?' Astrid murmured as she stroked down her back to the base of her tail.

A silent nod and Sasha started moving. Astrid's hands helped lift her up and guide her down again and the two kissed as Sasha found a comfortable pace. Astrid thrust up to meet her downward strokes and the two moaned in unison, their hands sliding across each others' bodies, exploring, stroking and groping. The pace increased and soon Astrid was gritting her teeth, on the brink of an other orgasm as Sasha rode her hard, her wings flexing and tail flicking to help her balance and momentum. Astrid seized a curling horn with one hand, her other hand gripping Sasha's hip, taking control of the frantic pace.

Sasha jerked, shivering and cried out. A small whimper escaped Astrid as the dragon's muscles clamped down on her, trying to draw her deeper. There was a rush of warmth as Sasha came. Before she knew what was happening, she was on her front, breasts pressed firmly against the cool crystal plate of the HoloTac's surface, a large hand at the middle of her back holding her down. For a moment, she felt empty and then cried out again as Astrid thrust back into her from behind.

The orc pounded into her and Sasha wrapped her tail around her thick waist as she clawed at the HoloTac's display plate, raking deep gouges in the crystal. A hard slap across her left buttock had her howling and squirming and another had her swearing and groaning. A third and she came again, a sudden explosion of ecstacy sending her limp. All she could do was hang on to the edges of the HoloTac table and greet each punishing orgasm with what energy she had left.

Astrid continued pounding into her, each hard thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her breathing was ragged and her abdomen felt ever tighter with each thrust, her cock aching as heat boiled through her. Beneath her, Sasha was almost limp, hanging onto the table, her tongue lolling, her eyes lidded and her wings drawn back lazily. A slight tilt of the head and Astrid could see the sides of the dragon's breasts crushed beneath her. She moaned and slammed her hips hard against Sasha who voiced her own opinion as Astrid came, her aching cock throbbing with each pulse of thick semen. She held her position for a moment once it was over, her hips pressed hard against Sasha's toned ass as she leaned over her. She kissed the back of Sasha's shoulder as she braced herself against the scarred crystal plate.

'You okay?'

'We need to do that again at some point...' She slurred tiredly. A lazy smile settled on her face and Astrid chuckled. For a brief, panicked moment, Astrid had thought she'd hurt Sasha. She should have remembered that dragons were good with such things.

She pulled out, watching in fascination as her seed oozed out of the dragon, over her clit and down her thighs. Not for the first time, they'd made something of a mess. Sasha pushed herself up onto her elbows and twisted, craning her neck, lazily waving her tail in the air. She could feel the sticky warmth sliding out of her.

'I need a shower.' She said, her gaze sliding up Astrid's hard, trembling body.

'You need some help with that?' Astrid asked innocently.

Sasha grinned in reply.