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“Captain wants you on the bridge,” growled one of the black-suited pirates, considering Christine with glittering eyes. Four gold rings shone from his ear as he keyed in the code to release her while two of the other pirates trained their rifles on Christine’s chest.
She snorted contemptuously and turned to face her captors. “What do they want?”
The first pirate shrugged. “Says they need your tender touch.”
“If they think they can handle it,” Christine quipped, eliciting guffaws from the other pirates. Since the so-called Dr. Aspen had boarded the ship, she had been drawn to them, caught herself staring at their gorgeous body and felt her cheeks flush when they acknowledged her, but now— she tried to put the traitorous pirate out of her mind.
“You’re a feisty one,” said another, putting a hand on her back as they led her out into the corridors. “And you said you were just a nurse.”
“And you said you were a pirate,” one of the others added, elbowing her companion in the ribs and snorting.
On the bridge, Captain Angel sat perfectly straight, one leg crossed elegantly over the other as they considered the viewscreen.
“Captain, we’ve got your visitor,” barked one of the pirates, pushing Christine forward.
She rolled her eyes. “Your crew said you needed my tender touch. Do you need me to braid your hair?”
Captain Angel gave a little chuckle, the swirling tattoo beside their eye contracting with their smile. “If I needed that, I would have called for your charming head of security. No, my dear, I’m afraid I really do need your attentions. Could you come here, please?”
As Christine approached the pirate, they pulled aside the neckline of their shirt to reveal a phaser burn on their shoulder. Their skin puckered around the red mark, and there was a touch of black in the center. It wasn’t the worst Christine had seen, not by a long shot, but it did need healing. Not that Angel deserved it. She’d heard that they were planning on selling them to the Klingons and auctioning off the Enterprise to the highest bidder. Christine gritted her teeth.
“What’s your professional opinion?” Captain Angel asked, tilting their head to the side. Christine couldn’t ignore how attractive they looked like this, injured, but bravely ignoring it, fixing her with those gorgeous long-lashed eyes. The burn must have hurt like a bitch, but it seemed like the captain hardly noticed.
“Just needs a dermal regenerator. Maybe a spray of hydroxiratopin. You’ll be fine.” Looking down at the captain, Christine couldn’t help but notice their dark hazel eyes following her every movement, that flirtatious smile and the outfit that showed off their body in all the right ways. She’d thought that Aspen was attractive, in a do-gooder counselor kind of way, and goodness knew it wasn’t the humanitarian work that had made Christine’s pussy wet every time they spoke. She’d thought that the counselor, with their slinky black outfits, looked more like a spy from a holonovel, not someone whose career was spent helping people manage their feelings. It all made sense now, and Christine couldn’t ignore the sensitivity across her skin as she looked down at the captain. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” She touched Angel’s cheek. There was no harm in being kind. “I am a nurse, after all.”
“Usually Phlovik does the healing,” said Angel, nodding to a pirate sitting at the helm. “But I am interested in seeing how I do under your care. Give her what she needs.”
They ran a tight ship, it seemed, and the other pirates looked to Angel with trust and obedience. Despite their mismatched clothes and rough appearances, the crew responded to their captain’s orders, to their every fluid gesture. Christine took the spray and the regenerator from Phlovik and considered the captain. Their shirt was high-necked, making their long, lean body look even longer and more languid, but it would be hard fitting a dermal regenerator down the neck opening.
“Perhaps this would be better carried out in sickbay,” said Christine. “I will need that shirt out of the way.”
She could do it without asking Angel to disrobe, and she almost offered that as a possibility, but that shirt fit Angel like an oil slick, highlighting every angle and curve of their torso.
Angel considered her for a moment. “At least buy me dinner first,” they said, brushing a gentle touch against her arm. “You’re bad .”
Christine felt her cheeks redden as Angel chuckled and pulled off their shirt. Underneath, they wore a thin tank top, and Christine could see their nipples and the inviting curve of their chest through the fabric. “I’m not shy.”
She just barely stopped herself from saying “wow,” as she considered the captain’s décolletage. So much delicious, inviting skin and it had to be on the pirate who was holding her hostage. She tried to push the thought out of her mind as she squatted before the captain and placed a hand on their chest, right below their clavicle. She sprayed the medication on the burn. Angel didn’t even flinch at the sting of it. “You’re tough.”
“You shouldn’t feel bad, darling,” said Angel. Their voice was rich and silky and Christine wanted to hear them whisper filthy things to her. “You did lose your ship to the best.”
“Oh, I’m not Starfleet,” blurted Christine before she caught herself. Deep breath. This wasn’t the first time she’d soaked her panties around someone she should by all rights despise. “Just a nurse with a side interest in— celestial bodies.” She watched Angel’s face as she adjusted the settings on the dermal regenerator. Their skin was warm under her hand, and their heartbeat was steady and regular. She held out the dermal regenerator and leaned in a little closer. She could smell Angel’s perfume, dark, fresh, mysterious. It was the smell of midnight in the woods. “I would have washed right out of Starfleet Academy,” she added with a self deprecating laugh. “Not so great on rules.”
“I’ll let you in on a secret,” murmured Angel into her ear. “Neither am I.”
The burn was really quite small, and once it closed, Christine ran her finger along the smooth, unbroken skin left behind. She saw a flash of interest in Angel’s eyes and took another step closer. “I might want to check you over in sickbay. The bio beds will tell me more than a visual analysis could.”
She could feel in her stomach that it was a bad idea, but Angel’s perfume was getting to her head and their glossy black pants hugged their round ass and Christine wanted to squeeze it while the pirate fucked her until she was a moaning, writhing mess under them.
Angel touched Christine’s waist and met her eyes. “Doctor’s orders. Phlovik, take care of things up here. It may take a while, if the lovely Nurse Chapel wants to check me out thoroughly.”
The other pirates exchanged knowing smiles and assured them that the Enterprise would be in good hands, but Christine had the feeling that soon she would be in better hands. That was the first thing she had noticed about Angel: those hands. Long, elegant fingers perfect for playing the piano or pressing a lover’s secret keys. Of course, this was purely a strategic decision, she reminded herself, just to keep the captain busy for a while so hopefully their increasingly-divided crew would make a mistake. Her pussy was soaking through her panties and her sensitive clit sent flickers of sensation through her with every step.
Once they were in the turbolift, Angel touched Christine’s face and gazed into her eyes. “I am so grateful for your care.”
Christine smiled and took a step closer so that their lips were almost brushing. “I am happy to provide it.”
Angel put their hands on her hips and pressed her against the wall, kissing her deeply. Their mouth was warm and soft, and Christine let herself melt into it. She ran her fingers through their hair and flicked her tongue against their lips, seeking access, and soon they were tasting each other furiously, hands slipping underneath clothing as the turbolift beeped down the floors. Angel slid down the zipper of Christine’s jumpsuit and chuckled as they saw the plunging bralette she wore underneath.
“Silver,” said Angel, raising an eyebrow. “So space age, I love it.”
“If you’re going to be on a starship—” Chapel gasped as Angel pressed a kiss to her neck and sucked, flicking their tongue against the delicate skin. She couldn’t remember the rest of her sentence and leaned her head back, baring her throat for the pirate.
“What was that, darling?” Asked Angel.
The doors slid open and Christine took a moment to catch her breath before following Angel out into the sickbay. Angel’s ass was round and compact under their tight pants and they reclined sensually on one of the beds. “You wanted to examine me further?”
Christine rounded the bed and smiled down at Angel, “I want to make sure I’m not missing anything.” She lifted the hem of Angel’s tank top and helped them pull it off, then spread her palms over Angel’s chest, caressing their smooth, pale skin and tracing their tattoos with her fingers. “It appears that everything is perfect here.” Angel tilted their head back and bit their lip.
“You don’t need a closer inspection?” Angel asked, placing her hand over their heart, which was now racing. “I think I may be tachycardic.”
“What’s the cause?” Chapel asked, bending over to kiss Angel at the hollow of their throat.
“You’re the medical professional,” said Angel. They slid the sleeves of Christine’s jumpsuit off of her shoulders and pulled her down so that their faces were almost touching. Christine straddled Angel and kissed them hungrily. She could feel their slim body underneath her, and the cool air of medbay made her skin prickle with goosebumps.
“I may need to take a closer look,” said Christine, sliding a hand down Angel’s abdomen and to the waistband of their tight-fitting pants.
“I’m very shy,” said Angel, caressing Chapel’s breasts with their long fingers and grinning. “I might be more comfortable if I weren’t the only one so exposed.
Christine slid off the table and kicked off her boots, then removed her jumpsuit. “Better?”
Angel grinned. “Oh, much.”
Christine felt a flush of desire and pleasure spread across her skin as she felt the dashing captain consider her. Of all the tales of pirates she had read, she had never thought that she would stand before one like this, ready for them to ravish her. She gave a wry smile and unhooked her bralette, then let it drop to the ground, allowing her breasts to swing free. “Are you overcoming your shyness, Captain?” Before they could answer, Christine stepped out of her panties and hopped back up on the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she slid a hand underneath Angel’s waistband. Before she could go any further, Angel grasped one of her breasts and grinned up at her. “You’re gorgeous,” they said, running their fingers over Christine’s skin. They drew small circles and ovals across her breasts, and Christine felt the wetness grow between her legs as they teased her, never quite letting their fingers touch her sensitive nipples.
“Your hands are like magic,” said Christine.
Angel lifted her breast to their mouth and gave her nipple the softest, most teasing kiss. Christine gasped in pleasure and circled her fingers around Angel’s nipples. She felt a flush spread across her cheeks as Angel began to lick and suck on her nipple, their nimble tongue hot and wet against her. She let her hand continue its downward journey, around Angel’s hip, to their round, beautiful ass. She gave it a squeeze, and Angel gasped. Their muscles tensed, then relaxed as Christine gave them another squeeze. Angel flicked their tongue faster against Christine’s nipple, giving little sucks and bites that elicited squeaks of pleasure from her. Christine ground her pussy against Angel’s clothed thigh, feeling the blood rush downward, making every nerve ending exquisitely sensitive.
“I don’t think— it’s fair,” she gasped.
They let her tit go and smiled up at her, looking every bit like their namesake. “You would like to continue your examination, Nurse Chapel?”
Christine nodded and bit her lip. She wanted to lay Angel out before her and fuck them until they were trembling and crying out with pleasure, desperate for release. She wanted to see this pirate at her mercy, and to be at thiers in turn. Angel began to sit up and Christine rolled to the side to let them. They slid off their pants first, and Christine longed to caress those perfectly smooth thighs, to run her fingers up them and lick what lay between. She felt her pussy growing wetter and resisted the urge to touch herself.
“I’m not wearing anything, Captain,” said Christine, trying to hide the hint of desperation in her voice as she ran her hand up their leg. This was the imposter, the one who had played on their kindness to take over their ship, but as she watched Angel’s chest rise and fall with excitement and saw the strain against their pants, she couldn’t muster even the slightest flicker of anger. Her clit throbbed, longing for Angel’s touch.
They met her eyes and gave a slow smile. “I wouldn’t want you to feel alone, now would I?” With agonizing slowness, they tugged at the waistband of their underpants, revealing skin and barely there stubble. Christine knelt beside them and kissed from their navel down, quivering with excitement as she saw more, more, more. Angel’s phallus was already hard and Christina caressed it, running her fingers over the head and shaft, feeling Angel tremble underneath her.
She straddled the pirate again, feeling her pussy clench and throb at the proximity of Angel’s perfect, naked body, and she ground against their thigh for some semblance of relief. She moved her hand faster up and down the phallus, but she wanted more.
“I want you inside me,” she breathed, squeezing Angel’s hardened phallus. “I want you to fuck me.”
Angel’s eyes widened and a grin slid over their face as smoothly as ink. They took hold of their member and traced the head along Christine’s vulva, making her squirm and gasp with pleasure. They slowly guided themself inside of her, filling her up. Christine braced herself against the bed, looking down at Angel’s perfect, triumphant face as she felt her walls stretching to accommodate them, as she felt the warm pleasure of taking someone inside of her fill her up. She moved her hips against Angel, slowly at first. They may have filled her, but she was in charge, she set the rhythm, the pace, and Angel’s lips parted as she rode them. She would conquer this pirate.
She reached down to take hold of Angel’s nipples, pinching and twisting them. They moaned with pleasure, bucking their hips up against her. Christine felt her pussy dripping with excitement as she ground herself against Angel.
“Oh fuck ,” moaned Angel, and Christine pinched their nipples harder, encouraged. Pleasure rippled through her body as she increased the speed, feeling Angel penetrate her deeper. Angel’s heart hammered against their ribcage, and Christine could feel it through their smooth, gorgeous chest. Excited, weren’t they?
Angel flipped her onto her back and picked up the thrusting, their strong thighs holding her tight. They grinned and reached down, finding her pussy and starting to rub as they pounded her harder. The lightest brush of their fingers against her clit set thousands of tiny nerve endings on fire and she moaned, throwing her head back.
“Are you going to come for me?” Asked Angel, almost amused at the power they had over her. Another bolt of pleasure shot up and down her body, and she squeezed Angel’s ass, trying to anchor herself even as their clever fingers pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“It feels so fucking good,” Christine managed. She felt her body jerk against Angel’s hand and closed her eyes as she felt the warmth build between her legs until it was nearly intolerable. “Oh fuck me.”
Watching Angel’s beautiful face look down at her, feeling the hard edges of the biobed against her arms, Christine felt her body let go. Her back arched as bursts of pleasure began in her groin and spread outward, filling her from her head to her toes. She cried out with pleasure, bucking and jolting uncontrollably, while Angel rode her all the while.
Her limbs still felt like jelly as she knelt on the floor and took Angel’s still-hard phallus in her mouth. Angel let out a breathy moan as she drew circles around it with her tongue, and she felt another wave of pleasure flow through her as Angel buried their hands in her hair, pushing her head down farther. Christine bobbed her head up and down, licking and sucking and tasting the salt of precum. She was starving, and on her knees, naked before this gorgeous pirate, she felt as though she had found her first meal in ages.
Angel gasped and let out a soft cry. Their grip tightened in her hair and Christine licked and sucked in earnest. Angel moaned louder and Christine could see their abs tensing, could feel their hard phallus in her mouth, and could taste their arousal. They were close, so close, and Christine could push them over that edge. The hot, salty cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it with relish, continuing her attentions until Angel’s erection had faded.
“You are—“ Angel tried to compose themself as they lay back on the bio bed. “Fuck you’re good.”
“I am a keen student of anatomy,” purred Christine. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw notifications punctuated with an increasing number of exclamation points on their communicator. She pulled Angel in for another deep kiss, running her fingers through their hair.