Bioware Pls

“Commander, there are regulations against this sort of thing you know,”

She doesn’t look up from the datapad; eyes glued to the scrolling blue screen as the green-skinned Miralan huffs and crosses her arms.

“I know… but it’s not like we don’t break those all the time,”

Her voice imitates that of a petulant child, one used to getting its way 99.9% of the time. It’s slightly endearing to some, especially considering the context of WHY she’s acting that way.

“Just because you resort to frivolous regulation flaunting during missions is completely different than what you’re doing now, and frankly it’s possibly more severe,”

Had the blonde woman looked up, she would see the smirk on her superior’s face.

“Oh, and are you going to punish me Miss Dorne?”

Her tone switched to almost mocking as she leant over the table, bosom straining against the (non-regulation) tank top she wore. Dorne looked up from the datapad, bringing a hand up to rub her temple as she grit her teeth at the commander.

“I could turn you in, maybe get promoted in your place, and then I could tell YOU what to do for once,” she smiled sweetly at her commander, eyes playful as they locked stares.

Leaning back, the commander let out a loud laugh, pulling a datapad out from behind her. She flipped through several files, stopping at one to turn and show it to Elara, brushing a stray lock of white hair out of her face. The file was a small vid-clip of Elara in the med-bay, one hand busy inside her pants while the other jammed a thick dildo into her mouth, eyes rolled back as she suckled on the plastic toy enthusiastically.

“I could always ‘accidentally’ drop this into the hands of some people after I’m demoted y’know,”

Her smile was just as sweet as Dorne’s had been, and the ex-Imperial blushed furiously at the video.

“How in the hell did you get that commander? I was sure there weren’t any cameras in this bay,”

Hopping up onto a table, the commander chuckled, pointing toward a plaque displaying the emblem of the Republic on the wall.

“Tanno stuck a damn cam in the shower a few weeks ago, tried to catch me naked, but Aric caught him installing it, and by the way you can call me by my damn name Elara. Not like we’re fresh out of boot,”

Elara frowned at her, the Miralan spreading her legs slightly on the table, leaning back and placing her arms behind her for support. Elara couldn’t help but admire the commander’s body, distinctly athletic with defined abs and biceps/triceps, but not so much muscle as to overpower the round DD-cups that swayed a little with each breath she took. Also of note were the shapely hips and thighs, molded from countless hours of running and jumping in battle. She also typically wore civvies that complemented her figure, skin hugging shorts or pants combined with shirts that bared a bit too much midriff.

“Like what you see doc?”

She didn’t even really need to ask that, the answer was clear on Elara’s face, cheeks flush and breathing heavy, along with a bit of condensation south of her waist signaling her growing lust.

“What about everyone else Ba’nda? Won’t someone come knocking if we make too much noise?"

Ba’nda merely chuckled, shaking her head at Dorne.

“Everyone’s currently planet side, on scavenger hunts for metals. We’ll be safe for the next 24 hours,”

Elara stood up, crossing the med bay, closing and locking the door before walking back over toward Ba’nda. Instantly she began to fall to her knees, knowing that her superior was very much an oral addict when Ba’nda stopped her.

“Not yet, strip first; give me a little show,”

Elara gave her a confused look, wondering just how she was supposed to “strip” without any sort of music, like the ones cantinas had. That worry was quickly remedied by Ba’nda clicking the intercom again with a wicked grin.

“C2, play track fifteen from playlist ‘Tryst’, and keep it in the med-bay,”

Suddenly the room started to vibrate with music. The deep beat vibrating through Elara’s body, sending a shiver up her spine as she began to sway her hips a bit. She’d never truly danced, her only experience being etiquette training she’d received as a child, and her only knowledge of how to strip came from watching the dancers in clubs shake their asses at customers. She knew Ba’nda didn’t want that however, the commander enjoyed things slowly, and often took as much extra time as necessary to fully experience things.

Taking a deep breath, Elara let the music take her as best she could, her hips changing from swaying to gyrating as her hands roamed over her body. She wore typical off-duty clothes, white t-shirt and matching shorts, both loosely fitting on her slim frame. Her hands split up, on tracing the edge of her shorts whilst the other ran up between her breasts, pushing the hem of her top up enough to display the underside of her bare B-cups, earning an appreciative whistle from Ba’nda.

As she continued she couldn’t help but feel deliciously naughty, doing things that a year prior she’d never have thought of, but upon reassignment to Havoc the commander had given her a crash course in recklessness, cursing, drinking, creative use of explosions, and (of course) general lewdness.

Turning her rear toward Ba’nda, Elara bent over her desk, shaking her rather plump ass at her commander before beginning to slide the elastic band downwards.

“Mmmm, shake that ass baby,” Ba’nda idly commented as she got a glimpse of Elara’s pale ass-crack.

Biting her lip, Elara let the garment fall down, revealing her low-cut boy-short style panties. She couldn’t help but giggle as well, her commander letting out this little huff of disappointment when she realized that Elara was better at teasing than she thought. Returning to her dancing, Elara turned to face Ba’nda again, kicking the shorts at her with a sultry grin.

“Cheeky bitch,” Ba’nda smirked, tossing the discarded clothing behind her.

Letting her hands go off on their own again, Elara closed her eyes as she moved with the beat, mouth opening a bit as errant fingers slipped under the band of her panties and traced her wet folds.  Letting out a small moan, her free hand pulled her top up to expose one pale breast, cupping the tender orb as she played with herself. Feeling herself start on the road to climax, Elara remembered she was supposed to be pleasing the commander, not herself, and she brought the offending hand up to her mouth as she began to tease one rose-red nipple. She didn’t stick the glistening digits in her mouth, instead she stuck her tongue to trace them, tasting her own juices and further turning herself on in the process.

Ready to end the show, Elara pulled her top off in one swift motion, flinging the garment onto a shelf before slowly striding up to Ba’nda. Her hands went to her hips, pushing her underwear down a bit with each step, and leaving them halfway down her ass when she reached Ba’nda. With a quick pivot she turned around again, bending forward and arching her back, offering her barely-clad butt to her superior.

Letting out a chuckle, Ba’nda ran her hands up Elara’s legs, stopping to tug down the boy-shorts. Then, in one aggressive motion, Ba’nda turned her around again, taking a second to admire the small tuft of blonde pubic hair just above Elara’s dripping slit before the woman kneeled down herself. Leaning back again, Ba’nda let her do the work again, smooth hands undoing the buttons of the fatigue pants and reaching in to pull out the fully erect cock that’d been straining in captivity since Ba’nda had entered the med-bay.

Looking into Ba’nda’s eyes, Elara let her tongue poke at the dark green head, lightly flicking at the crown of her cock. The commander said nothing, only bit her lip and gave Elara a burning stare that made her pussy quiver with excitement. Slowly descending onto the head, Elara parted her lips and let the bulbous tip slide over her tongue, feeling the thick vein underneath pulsate rhythmically with Ba’nda’s heartbeat. Feeling a hand on her head, Elara thought for a second about biting down before she realized that it wasn’t pushing her…

It was caressing her.

Another shiver rushing up her spine, Elara began to suck lightly on Ba’nda’s cock, a thick droplet of salty pre-cum forcing its way out of the tip and down her throat. The mere taste of her ejaculate was turning Elara on, and she had to force herself to keep a slow pace instead of just gagging herself on the thick prick. Taking a deep breath, she began lowering herself as much she could, making it 3/4ths of the way down before her oxygen was cut off, and she started to raise her head. Having found her stopping point, she began to bob on Ba’nda’s shaft, more pre-cum being released into her mouth as she fellated her. Her hands soon entered the act as well, initially placed on Ba’nda’s thighs before slipping up to her hips, grasping them as leverage so she could suck faster on her cock.

“Ohh that feels so fucking good…” Ba’nda moaned, running her hand back and pulling Elara’s ponytail free, the blonde locks tickling her inner thighs.

Elara moaned as well, the feeling of Ba’nda’s hand running through her hair turning her on as she started to speed up, a bit of saliva escaping her mouth as she began to furiously impale her throat on her cock. She began to grip the commander’s hips tighter, pushing the boundaries of her gag reflex as she tried to fit the entirety of Ba’nda’s cock in her mouth, the head bumping against the back of her throat as she fucked her own face.

“I’m gonna come soon babe, better get re-ahn~!”

Elara wondered for a quick second why her sentence had been cut short, but the swelling cock in her mouth gave away the secret. She felt the first of several heavy spurts go down her throat, the thick semen sloshing inside her belly as she pulled back, intending to catch the rest of the load in her mouth.

That was her reward after all, for a job well done.

Grunting, Ba’nda’s balls struggled to empty themselves into Elara’s waiting mouth, filling her up with a cupful of baby batter. The taste wasn’t as salty as her pre, the fully-fledged semen having a peculiar sweetness to it, almost like it was honeyed in a sense, and Elara absolutely loved it. Once her cock had stopped spewing, Elara released it from her mouth, letting out a throaty moan as she swallowed the cum. Enjoying the particularly bold aftertaste it had as it slid down into her gullet. Giving Ba’nda a seductive look, Elara opened her legs to reveal her still-dripping snatch, having made a glistening puddle on the floor.

“Come here doc, I think I have your prescription in,” Ba’nda chuckled, swinging her legs up onto the table and scooting back to the wall, still-hard cock wobbling with her movements.

Standing up, Elara (again) couldn’t help but stare at Ba’nda’s slightly-bare body as she climbed onto the table, and straddled her legs. Realizing her stare, Ba’nda pulled off her top, tossing the flimsy clothing aside and beckoning Elara toward her with one finger. It took a mere second for Elara to respond, practically throwing herself onto Ba’nda, and kissing her deeply.  The two locked lips for several seconds, Elara enjoying the taste of her superior’s mouth and Ba’nda enjoying the feeling of her cock rubbing up against Elara’s wet folds.

The moment of romance passing quickly, Elara let one hand guide Ba’nda into her, and she let out a loud moan as the thick head pushed into her core. Her moan only got louder as she forced the equally-thick shaft in as well, splitting herself open as she felt their crotches connect. Ba’nda let out a heavy breath as her cock hilted itself finally, Elara’s pussy being far tighter than some common prostitute’s. Elara gave both herself and Ba’nda no time to get used to the feeling however, as she began to raise herself up before slamming back down on her cock.

“Fu-hu-huuuuuccckkkk~!” Ba’nda exclaimed, knowing that she wasn’t going to last long if Elara was going to go crazy like she had earlier.

Unfortunately, she had just that in mind.

Hands sliding up Ba’nda’s torso, Elara squeezed her jiggling breasts as she began to buck on top her. Her walls clamped down with each bounce, sucking the swollen cock in each time she went down, and refusing to let go each to she came up off it. Elara was in a pleasurable trance, her switch flipped so hard that her only thoughts were of impaling herself on Ba’nda’s cock until she came so hard she passed out. It wouldn’t be long either, the teasing during her dancing along with the loving caressing Ba’nda have given her when she fellated her had primed her enough that she felt her orgasm quickly spill over, and she threw her head back as she began to come.

“I LOVE YOU COMMANDER~!” She exclaimed as she slammed onto Ba’nda’s cock, panting heavily as her pussy massaged the invading shaft.

“I love you too~!” Ba’nda replied, the sudden declaration pushing her over the edge as well.

Her cock tensed up for a second, balls retracting as she blew what felt like a gallon of creamy sperm into Elara’s womb, the hot liquid filling her up and prolonging her orgasm for several seconds. There was so much that several syrupy drops pushed their way out of Elara’s cunt, and dripped down onto the table itself. After what felt like several minutes their orgasms finally finished, and Ba’nda slipped her dick out of Elara’s well-fucked hole.

The duo lay next to each other for several minutes, cuddling and lightly kissing each other before Ba’nda finally spoke up.

“Does this fill your fetish out enough?” she asked, interlacing her fingers into Elara’s.

Elara merely blushed, knowing that Ba’nda had set this up several days ago just for her. In truth they’d been together for a while now, and just recently had Elara revealed her fetish for being “forced into” sex.

“Yes… only I kind wish you HAD pushed me down on you,” she replied, almost mumbling the latter part of her statement.

Chuckling, Ba’nda kissed her forehead before sliding off the table to retrieve her clothes.

“Maybe next time,” she casually remarked as she left the med-bay buck-naked, turning to give Elara a mischievous wink.