Downtime

"Downtime"
Yuri (LOL), fisting, kissing, and plenty of lewds. Jeefuck.

[2018-02-22 19:39] Cynne: rubs her face into Akane's thighs, and groans. "I fuckin' told 'em the couplings on the De Beers-Juung only withstand 300 units of energy for a quick burst. Blergh." She pushed herself around and slumps back across Akane's lap. If it weren't for the compression top, those neatly packaged breasts would spill out and go almost everywhere. The busty mechanic looked up at the pilot. "And who's gonna have'ta scrape all the molten palladium from the compression chamber? Me. I'mme be the one."

[2018-02-22 19:44] *Space Ace Akane snickers softly, stroking Cynne's hair affectionately. She'd long since changed out of her skintight flight suit, the busty mechanic finding the pretty pink haired pilot ace smiling fondly. "I understood about five words of that, Cynne-amon Bun, but I appreciate your work on my ship~"

[2018-02-22 20:15] Cynne: The mechanic looks up and sighs, deeply. "Look, I understand pushing the envelope, but that kind of burst is not sustainable. I filed for a new shipment of Ellenheim decouplers, to run the excess heat to additional sinks, but they weren't there in time to install and test them, and now they pushed that blasted firmware upgrade into your blackbox and your afterburners toast the internals. Look, do me a solid, Pinkie Puss - no more than 10 seconds of burn, and at least a minute of cooldown. Alright?" She slumps into the pets, though and rolls some more, until her face pushes into Akane's stomach. A moment of silence, suddenly interrupted by Cynne blowing a raspberry onto her tum.

[2018-02-22 20:24] Space Ace Akane: "Now in my defense-" Began the pilot, the spacefaring princess of the combat cuties that took to the great dark to defend the Remnants of Earth, only for her doubtlessly eloquent response to be cut short by a FLRRRRRBBBBT of raspberries blown, Akane devolving from dignified dame to giggling girl, squirming and writhing and doubling over, enveloping Cynne in her buxom breasts as she laughed herself silly. Silence broken, Akane recovered after the mischievous mechanic was finished with her surprise attack! "Nnnf, no fair, you know I'm ticklish there, Cynner!" Came the half-hearted whine, Akane's smile radiant. She wasn't always a rampant Oni fuck beast, and these moments of quiet cuddling and sapphic sweetness were pleasant reminders that the Oni was quite the pleasantly proper girl...usually.

[2018-02-22 20:28] Cynne: The gearhead takes admittance to the court, and with a grin, responds. "Oh, sure, what will all the boys say when-" ~BLBLLRT!~ "-they found out that the-" ~BLBLBLRRTT!~ "-ravaneous raider of a cockpit jockey-" ~BBLBLBLBLLRRRTT!~ "-is so easily subdued, eh?" ~Bbblblbrrrt!~ She rolls onto her back, and wipes her wet lips. "Gotchu there, hot stuff. You're not so tough, just be happy you don't have to fight me!" Grinning, ear to ear, and she moves her hands behind her head, throws foot over foot. "Yupp. Wouldn't stand a chance. It's okay, you can beg me for forgiveness for ruining the engines, I might forgive ya."

[2018-02-22 20:37] Space Ace Akane: Girlish giggling grew into gasping guffaws, elegance shattered by the barrage of berries blown, sending the sweetly sensual Oni Pilot princess into adorably squirmy leg kicks, though Cynne had disengaged long before the raucous laughter fell quiet. The shuffling of cloth and the soft scuff of shiny leather boots on the metal deck. In her peripheral Cynne saw the sweet, sassy crimson clad cutie crawling towards her with a distinctly smoky sensuality to her voice and motions. "Oh pretty please forgive me for melting my engines, Cynne~!" She cooed with exaggerated saccharine sweetness, crawling up and over the mighty mechanic missy's boots, straddling her shamelessly, lowering herself until cotton candy pink hair tickled and teased the repairwoman's skin, Akane leaning down, eyes lidded and lips parted in that perfectly pleasing pout, presented playfully. "Pretty please have mercy on me? I'll give you a kiss~"

[2018-02-22 20:42] Cynne: Base staff... base staff is always the same. A little envious of the pilots, a little mad when they broke their hard work, and at the same time, doting for their pilots duking it out in the void. Cynne is not much different, if at the same time a gifted gear and grease genius and a dork, but at the end of the day, material could be replaced, and pilots not so much. "I'm just... you know, worried. I don't want you drifting out there." One hand comes up and collects strands of pink hair until she has a few distances rolled around her wrist and palm. She tugs, and leans up. "And I get that kiss anyway. Just, look out and don't roast yourself, alright?" She doesn't wait for an answer. Chest to chest, tank top to red rubber, bust brushing over bust, the wrench wench pushes her lips onto the pouting pair presented so perfectly.

[2018-02-22 20:49] Space Ace Akane: Answer cut short by the loving lock of lips, Akane shivers pleasantly. The subtle squeak of her pilot's attire drowned by the warm softness and sweetly sensual sensation of the pair pressing their mouths into one entity. In the kiss, Akane made her message plain and clear. Don't worry, Cynneamon Bun, I'll always come back. She said, tongue sliding forth as hands drifted up and down the finely feminine figure of the wrench wench the pilot was astride, bodies grinding and rubbing and sensations peaking powerfully just beneath the thin layer of space sealing suit.

[2018-02-22 20:56] *Cynne: The girl keeps one hand behind her head, if only to hold her head up as playful smooch turns sensual promise. The hold on Akane's hair rescinds, releases the strands caught, and the liberated digits dance ever onward, from her cheek to her neck, from there across her collarbone, down over the swell of her rubber-clad breasts totally coping a feel, are you kidding me, these are awesome! and further down her side, until she lets the fingers rest in the curve of the small of Akane's back. All the while, locked lips linger, lavishing their counterpart with warmth and attention. There is a tug, a pull to make rubber squeak and pushed more into the mechanic

[2018-02-22 21:07] Space Ace Akane: To call Akane's figure curvaceous was... Surprisingly accurate. She hit that perfect balance of fit and feminine, sacrificing nothing to keep either, and the soft sigh that slipped her lips, the electric shudder from fingers dancing over rubber-ish coated breasts laid bare how sensitive she was. That always was the drawback of the REF use. Sensitivity spiked and stayed that way, and Akane wasn't shy about using her doses, so within moments of Cynne stroking even lightly across her figure, the Oni's perky peaks pressed into her suit, tenting it to fit the pair of diamond cutters she was sporting. It was the pilot who peeled away from the kiss first, breathless and blushing, biting her lower lip as she leaned over to whisper with the needy intimacy only Cynne usually got to see. "Finger me... I wanna ride your hand, Cynne..." It didn't have the power in it no, but it had this sweet, hungry honesty, the almost tangible pleading in her eyes and voice working in wonderful harmony.

[2018-02-22 21:16] Cynne: Well, at the end of the day, who, if not the ground crew listened to the needs and demands of the pilots? Cynne spreads her thighs to force Akane's further apart, too, and moves the hand on her back to the front instead. She doesn't need a second glance for any of this - she has pulled Akane out of that suit more than once, and knew just... where...

~Ksh!~ ... ~Zzzzzzip.~

The cooler air of the base follows her warm hands, after unsealing the lock and pulling up the zipper between Akane's legs, just to below her navel. "I'm just a sucker for your hungry eyes, Akane... can't say no, no matter how hard I try." Digits find the bared, uncovered folds. With how the REF injections worked, there was just no place for underwear. Her palm cups the horned, horny hotness' nethers. "... I am also not trying very hard." Cynne pushes her head up again, while her fingers already rub and circle Akane's sex like she owned her snatch. "Start easy, with three?" ~Shlrrp.~ The blonde grins, and slowly kneads the pilot's most intimate place with casual, playful gyrations.

[2018-02-22 21:27] Space Ace Akane: Out and out those lovely long legs parted, the hiss of the suit's seal broken mere moments before the telltale slide of zipper along carefully placed teeth, and Akane still bore the distinct appearance of a pilot ready to hop in the cockpit and take off, though once eyes wandered further south it was plain that she was closer to being ready for something far more fun. So honest, so open, Akane really was a red Oni at her core. She was passion and fire and eagerness bundled into one pink haired powerhouse of a package. Cynne knew her pilot princess inside and out, and she knew her in a way that others fundamentally didn't. She knew flushed cheeks and writhing hips. She knew sweet sighs, fluttering breaths, and the cute little mewls the Ace made, especially when things were how they were at that exact moment. High on her knees, the mechanic three fingers deep, cupping her puffy pink pussy like she'd laid a claim on it, Cynne heard the hunger touching her sapphic stick jockey's tone. "Nnnnguh... Cynne... Cynne, it's... It's not gonna... Haaah... Be hard... Please... Please don't be a tease~!"

[2018-02-22 21:36] Cynne: The mechanic minx meanders into the martial maven's muff like there was nothing to it, already splaying the finger working into her slit. "Do I hear four? That sounds like..." One digit added, her hand briefly rescinds only to return with reinforcements. ~ssssshlick!~ Straining the sodden snatch with steady strokes, she starts a spiral towards something fulfilling for her precious pilot's puss. "C'mere." She coos and cranes her neck, to whisper to Akane's ear. "I'll work you up, babe, and once I can feel your lips on my wrist, then you can ride...~" Said and done, decided and decreed, Cynne curls and curves her claws in her cunt. Each push in spreads her a little further, distends the giving skin and flesh, and harvest fluids helping her heavy petting along. "Until you collapse on top of me, and I can feel you crashing, babe." A brief moment of respite follows, only to get accustomed to the set of four invading Akane's lower body with inexorable determination. But just as Cynne comes in for another kiss, the four sink in past the knuckles...

[2018-02-22 21:45] Space Ace Akane: The feeling was far from unfamiliar, the ache of distension, of tight, wet, wanton Oni honeypot slurping, drooling thick arousal over the four fingers, but Cynne kept it rare so her sweet little joystick Jane wouldn't be too far from near virginal perfection for each time to leave her aching. Words went on a walk, jaw falling slack until the four find that sweet spot, that perfect angle of entry that allows her to slide deeper still. Akane's squeal was muffled only by the kiss, the hit, heavy breaths, the clenching rapidity with which the Oni gripped and milked and drew her mechanic Mistress into her mound, wanting little more than the blissful sensation of a full fist spreading and tormenting her with orgasmic convulsions as quick as could be attained, though Cynne, as always, knew her Pinkie Puff and her perfect puss better than even the Oni grinding atop her.

[2018-02-22 21:54] Cynne: With Akane a squirming mess atop of her, Cynne finally sends the other hand into the game and slips it into the pink hair that all but veils her at this point. Between gentle kisses and deep breathing, as if to keep Akane centered, she works those four wider and deeper, twists them, kneads her and warms her up. Sure, the cockpit cock pit would probably try and pounce a dick this size with the same eagerness she pounced even Connor after being flooded with REF, but this was something Cynne knew quite well - preparation goes a long way. After all, she had... similar inclinations. Forehead to forehead, she looks into her pilot's eyes. "Say please again." How cruel, how mean, how..!

~Smmmsh!~

With a last gloriously aching and stretching push, Cynne presses thumb, knuckles and back of her hand into Akane, and fills her canal with her full hand. She wouldn't torture her favorite like that, not if she was so needy for something... more. Slowly, the mechanic works her wonders, wiggling the fist inside the slippery snatch, and starts pumping her with shallow strokes. "... only because you asked so nicely,
babe." Akane gets a kiss to the forehead, like a doting mother would give her daughter after bringing home a good grade. Only that wasn't the case. Akane was being rewarded for her poor puss pleasantly pulsing around Cynne's wrist.

[2018-02-22 22:05] Space Ace Akane: Pulsing and gripping, refusing to relent in the force of her needy grasp, Cynne felt her sweet little Akane shudder. Girl was close, and it was plain to see. Her belly distended beneath the suit, the spreading and stroking and hitting so many wonderful clusters of tender nerves, of rarely reached spots struck simultaneously. It was only then that she rode, her eyes blissfully wide, focused and yet not, all upon Cynne. Hips rolled, body quaked, everything about her flush and furnace hot and WET beyond compare. It didn't take long, it rarely did, Akane mewling and moaning, refusing to break her gaze from her mechanic's own, fingers curling into rubber coated claws, gripping the girl whose wrist kissed her puffy lips as she bounced a mere three, maybe four times at most before her body gave into blissful, carnal convulsions, before it was too much and it all came crashing down with a heated, panting cry of joy, Akane falling atop her playmate and source of her endless pleasure, Cynne's name babbling and spilling forth from luscious lips with eager breathless enthusiasm.

[2018-02-22 22:15] Cynne: The mechanic holds her, because of course she does. One arm around her shoulder, and a kiss to the temple. Let her ride out her orgasm, before with a wet slurp, fist vacate thoroughly widened nethers. "That's my girl...~" Another kiss chases the first, and with the suit still open, her freshly fist folds slightly agape and very much dripping, Cynne cradles the shuddering shooting star to her chest, rocking her back and forth gently. "And next time, you come to my bunk, and you can return the favor.~" Pink and blonde mix like syrup and spirits, and Cynne shakes her hand once to get the feeling back after that tight vice clamping down on her. The distant splatter of juices hitting the floor is summarily ignored, in favor of possessively grasping Akane's rump and whispering more promises and sweet, sensual, seductive, shameful sex acts into her pilot's ear. "I'll kiss you somewhere further South next time you feel like you need a lil' extra...~" Oh, the joys of being space sluts. <3


    For now, these two needed some alone time and cuddles.