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Part One: Malcolm and Angelina. "So we've got a week worth of repairs before we get underway again, correct?" Malcolm asked. Devil nodded his head in response. "Yessir, and we can look forward to almost a month in dry dock once we get to Earth. Provided we make it." Malcolm speared the burly chief with a hard look. "Belay the pessimism and do your best. I'll worry about getting us home." They started walking towards the engine spaces just aft of the destroyer's amidships. "What about weapons and defense?" "I'll have partial shields in three hours, give or take. We've still got four torps in the forward tubs, and lasers by morning. Calico is rigging the replacement controls now. They won't be anywhere near as accurate, but they'll do for the run home." A tired smile crossed Malcolm's lips. "You do good work Chief. Keep me posted." Devlin nodded as a salute, and turned towards the access way into Engineering. "Oh, Capt., one other thing." "What?" "Her Highness", the title sounded like a curse on the man's lips. "Is waiting for you in your stateroom." Malcolm would have kicked him if Devlin had not disappeared through the hatch. * * * Her Royal Highness, Angelina Terisovic paced the tight confines of the Captain's stateroom. Her features glowed with righteous indignation in having to wait to be seen by a mere Captain. It didn't matter to her that she had not tried to contact the Captain first, an action that would have saved her a considerable amount of time. But she was the Heiress, and couldn't be bothered with such a trivial action. Malcolm strode into the room, and braced himself for the tirade to come. He 'd listened to entirely too much abuse from this young woman, and was to the point of forgetting her station and throwing her into the brig. The young Royal was at the same state, believing that the Captain himself was solely to blame for her not being back at Terra by now. She turned on him with her full, indignant frustration before he said, "Three hours." The Heiress came up short. "What?" "Three hours until I will talk to you. Get out of my cabin." And with that he moved to unblock the door, and motioned for her to exit. Of course she could not take such insolence. She paraded up to him, and slapped him full across the face. She began to start with "Now look here", when his answering blow shocked her to her knees. Malcolm towered over her. "Never hit me again, or I will put you out to space, throne be damned. Do you understand?" Numbly, she just nodded her answer. Malcolm relaxed slightly, making the shift from daemon back to captain with ease. He extended his hand to her. After staring at him thru hooded eyes, she took it, and let him pull her to standing. "Now then," he started before the Heiress could speak, "I have five hours until I am due on the bridge, that means I am taking the first three hours for a nap. I will hear your complaints in three hours." Again he moved to un-block the door. Gathering her pride around her, Angelina Terisovic stalked out of the Captains stateroom and stiffly strode to her own cabin. Three hours later, Malcolm groaned as the computer buzzed him awake. Still wearing his uniform trousers and socks, he sat up on his bunk and rubbed his eyes. He was halfway to the dispenser when the door's comsystem chimed. "Come." He answered over his shoulder. He was reaching for a cup when Angelina walked into the room. Malcolm realized that he was being inspected by how she looked at him. It shocked her that he hadn't dressed, and her eyes wondered over his half-naked frame. Her eyes widened at the sight of an angry, jagged scare underneath his ribs. She nodded towards it. Malcolm looked down. "I was a torpedo officer. One of the torps went off during a raid, and caught me with a piece of hull bracing." She stared at the scar, then back at him. Malcolm turned and leaned against the wall next to the dispenser. "Now then, I believe you had a few complaints?" The Heiress looked away for a moment, then she looked him cautiously in the eyes before speaking. "Captain, I owe you an apology. I should not have struck you earlier, and I have been rude since you rescued me." Surprised, Malcolm motioned for her to continue. "Go on." She walked up to him, and put her palms flat on his chest. "I wish to thank you, sir.", she said before kissing him lightly on his lips. Her palms slid upwards until she could wrap her arms around his neck. She pulled him into the second kiss, and was pleased when he responded. Malcolm managed to put the cup down before he drew her the rest of the way against him. Angelina's senses lit up as her breasts pressed against his chest. Almost shyly, she broke the kiss, tilting her head towards his ear. "What do you want, sir." She said, giving the honorific a demur respect. Again surprised, he held her out to arms length. Here eyes watched his intently, and she held her breath. Malcolm thought for a moment, and whispered, "Undress." Angelina smiled as her hands went to the top of her ship suit. As her fingers traced the fastener downward, separating the front seam of her suit, her expression became one of anticipated pleasure. She looked as if she was doing exactly what she wanted. She teased him by removing the garment slowly, her emerald eyes never leaving his. Holding the front of the garment closed, she slipped each shoulder off, one be one, then she let the jumpsuit fall to her waist, demurely showing her beautifully rounded breasts. The bright, pink areolas contrasted against her alabaster skin. She leaned towards him, smiling and never breaking her gaze into his eyes. Angelina wiggles slowly as she slipped the suit off of her hips, and down the long length of her legs. Daintily she stepped out of the ship suit, and then left it on the floor as she stood to give Malcolm an unabashed look at her exquisite form standing in front of him on only a shear pair of panties. He let her stand like that while he drank the sight of her in. He let her wait until she began to look nervous, uncertain about what he was thinking. When her eyes left his, and she began to look around nervously was when he moved to her. With a gentle hand, he reached behind her tapering neck, and pulled her lips to his. He could feel he shiver when her nipples brushed the almost coarse hair on his chest. Soon she was pressed against him completely, round breasts flat against his hard frame, her mouth hungrily allowing his to devour her. She grew heady with his scent, intoxicated. Her kisses became more demanding as the desire that first brought her to him regained its hold on her. She wanted more. Malcolm broke the kiss first, almost dizzy from the intensity she displayed. Pressed against his body, she could feel the hard pressure against her lower abdomen as he strained against his own breaches. Tentatively she reached down to caress him thru the cloth he still wore, only to be rewarded by his sharp intake of breath at the touch. She was fascinated at how this man could be so hard, and in turn be capable of such a soft showing of pleasure from her touch. Her fingers began to curl around him, and he grew harder in her hand. She kissed him again, while she began to explore the fasteners of his uniform breeches. At the same time, Malcolm's hands roamed her back and neck, still holding her to him as she massaged his cock and began to unfasten his pants-seam. His breathing quickened with each undone fastener until her soft, silken hands pulled him out of the confines of the fabric. She looked down at him, her hands exploring his shaft while the tip pressed against her skin just above her belly button. It took a great amount of his will to keep him from throwing her on the rack, and taking her without abandon. That would come later, after he explored her as she was exploring him. She looked back into his eyes, and reveled in the fire she found there. "What you like me to do, Captain?", she asked while her delicate hands continued to caress him. Without words, his hands encircled her wrists, and he led her to his bunk. He sat her down on the edge of the mattress and stood in front of her. Smiling at her savior, she took hold of his enlarged member, and stroked it slowly. His soft moans rewarded her, and set her aflame again. Uncertainly, she leaned forward, and rubbed the sensitive tip against one of her harden nipples, causing them both to shiver with pleasure and anticipation. Angelina slid forward until his engorged penis was between her breasts. Malcolm marveled at how soft her skin was, and at how electrifying it felt against one of his most sensitive parts. She looked up into his eyes again, and seductively licked her lips. With the barest of nods, he answered her unspoken question. She leaned back, and then softly licked the tip of his cock. Malcolm's senses exploded and he leaned his head back in response. Encouraged, she began to use her tongue to explore the length of his shaft, licking and teasing this heavy testis' before making a long, slow climb back to the head of his penis. Once there, she enveloped him with her mouth, and sucked lightly at the capped tip. Malcolm's moans became louder as he placed one hand on her shoulder and the other against the bulkhead to steady himself. She took him in as far as she could comfortable, and then slowly moved her head back. She began a slow pace, her lips sealed around his member as she moved. His hips began to move with her, and Malcolm could feel what her sensuous mouth was doing to him. Suddenly she paused her slow suckling of him to trace his length with her tongue again. Malcolm's hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her neck as she took him again in her greedy mouth. Without thinking, she quickened her pace, literally fucking him with her mouth hungrily. Malcolm's toes began to curl, and he whispered encouragements to her, urging her on. The pleasure was incredible! Malcolm placed both of his powerful hands on her checks, and brought her incredible mouth away from his cock when he began to feel the familiar building of his climax. He did not want this royal to make him come yet, not before he took her. He backed away a step, then knelt in front of her, kissing her again. His kisses sealed the light protest she was building, and soon, she was lost to him. Malcolm broke from her lips to playfully bite her chin, then he started placing fiery hot kisses down her neck and torso. With each kiss or nibble, she shuttered, allowing herself to be helpless in front of him. She cried out suddenly when his tongue began to tease her hard, sensitive nipple, arching to press her breast against his mouth with a need. Malcolm responded by taking his time on her near perfectly shaped mounds, lavishing attention on not just her pert, wanting nips, but on the soft underside. Angelina jumped when he bit her just under one of her areolas, then moaned loudly as an intense pleasure coursed over her. Malcolm left her breasts to make his way lower. With each kiss he placed on her body, she gasped and began to push his head downward. Her legs began to open even wider for him, and her scent began to move him even more quickly. Suddenly, he ripped her thin panties off her, and he lifted her shapely hips to his mouth. Angelina was so surprised at this his change from slow, careful lover to passionate hungry beast that her first orgasm ripped through her. Malcolm held her hips as she bucked against his mouth in surprise. Gently, he let her calm down from the quick climax before beginning to caress the folds of her wet nether regions. Under his ministrations, she could no longer hold herself upright, falling back onto the mattress as he tantalized her engorged clit. Slowly he let his tongue circle her ripe bud, each time causing her to jump slightly. Malcolm let her moans encourage him, and he lapped her flesh and juices greedily, bringing her to powerful climax after climax. Both of her hands pressed against the back of his head. Between gasping breaths, he whispered his name, begging him to continue. Then she grew very quiet, and began to tremble. Malcolm did not stop, pushing her folds away from her wet opening with his expert tongue. Slowly he pressed his tongue into her, setting off a tremendous orgasm that tore through her soul like a released juggernaut of wanton lust. She cried out, almost screaming his name as she tensed uncontrollably. Wave after wave crashed over her, leaving her limp and breathless against him. Once again the gentle lover, Malcolm stood, and moved her completely onto the bunk. Then he surprised her be laying next to her, and pressing his body against hers to hold her until the wave of shivering ecstasy passed, and her breathing became controlled. She buried her face in his chest, sobbing lightly in the aftermath of such an explosive response. In turn, his kissed the top of her head, murmuring words of calm and soothing. Angelina composed herself, and looked up into his kind eyes once more. Instead of speaking, she kissed him again, pressing her body against him with a new hunger. The need for him to be inside of her roared in her ears, and almost timidly, she told him as much. Malcolm gently pushed her onto her back, and hovered over her. Angelina guided his still hard member to her desperately wanting body, her legs wrapping around his hips as he began to slide into her. She arched against him, pushing against him to drive his hard cock deeper inside of her. Angelina cried out his name when he reached her barrier, filling her so completely that Angelina nearly came again. Malcolm withdrew from her, and just as tenderly pushed himself back against her hot, languid flesh. He could feel her inner muscles quiver around his length, gripping him as he moved inside of her. Angelina's nails bit into Malcolm's shoulders while she whimpered from the feel of him inside of her. Her hips rose to meet his, and she began demanding a faster pace. Malcolm increased his pace, barely able to control his movements. She urged him faster, calling his name between breaths. Her cries finally pushed him over the edge, and he let his wanting, powerful body go. Her eyes closed under the power of his movements. Each thrust pressed her farther against the cushion while her head thrashed back and forth. Once, twice, three blazing times she came with him inside of her, his ravishing motions leaving her empty only to be refilled with the fire of the next climax he gave her. Then the inevitable happened, surprising them both. He grew sharply inside her, his ardor masking the boiling feeling that grew from the heat of their lovemaking. As she began to tremble from the beginnings of another orgasm, he exploded into her. Each rush of his released seed pouring into her like molten silver, sending Angelina over the edge again. Her teeth clenched against the flesh of his shoulder as he called her name out, shuttering with each wild release. She pulled, and he collapsed onto her, matching her breathlessness as he began to relax from such a maddening experience. Slowly, they turned to lay against one another and kissed as their strength returned slowly. Again, Angelina pressed her face against his chest, suddenly not wishing to be let go of. Malcolm held her tightly to him, his own heart trying desperately to calm down. The Heiress listened to his heartbeat, and enjoyed the warm, safe feeling that was mixing with the glow of a very enjoyable partner. The COM unit chimed then, and Malcolm considered a long list of invectives before he answered it reluctantly. The canned voice of the ship's artificial intelligence reminded him of his upcoming watch, and he acknowledged the ship before signing off. He rolled over onto his back, and Angelina spread her delicious body across his in order to rest her head back on his chest. Without looking up, she asked quietly, "So, duty calls?" Malcolm hugged her to him, "Yes, but not yet. I have some time left." She looked at him then, lifting herself to do so. "For me?" "For you." He smiled, and leaned forward to place a light kiss on her nose. Angelina smiled, and kissed his lips in response. She studied his eyes and asked, "Will you stay?" "How do you mean? With you during my watch? I can't." he answer, unsure of the question. She smiles, and kissed his chest before resting her head against it again. "No, as my Captain. So that I can sail with you, and not have to leave when we reach Terra." On impulse, she lifted her head back up to look in his eyes again. "Please?" Malcolm smiled as his hand made slow, soothing circles along her back. "My honor Princess. But don't you think you would look funny as a cabin boy?" Angelina let out a feminine squeal of mock anger, and climbed to straddle him before he could get up. Malcolm laughed, and pulled her down against him, kissing her soundly. "Aye Princess, I'll stay." With that Angelina, daughter of the most powerful man in the Empire, beamed as she kissed her lover again.
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