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There's been a lot of change, a lot to deal with. This ship is weird even for Feds.
Dahlfes always tries to do her best to keep it together and carry on, but sometimes it gets hard.

One evening, she makes it off shift just before he does, having brought a bit of food home with her, and having it laid out when he arrives in their quarters. Dahlfes will be comfortably beside his chair.

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[qeylis_mindu]

All of those efforts are finally rewarded with a powerful climax. At the same time, his grip tightens again and he presses down, holding her onto him as his muscles tense and relax, forcing her to swallow everything before he releases his grip and lets her catch her breath again.

[privateproperty]

And swallow it all she does, as he firmly gives her everything she wanted. Well, to start with.

She leans against his lap, panting. Eventually, she's able to look up, hazy-eyed and adoring. Even as she gradually starts to regain her breath, she's still in no state to form words, but gods, she loves him so much.

[qeylis_mindu]

He looks down at her a few moments, adoring, but expression still firm. He loves her, he desires her - and both in a very Klingon way.

His hand is back in her hair a moment later, lifting to make her sit up very straight before his other hand, via open slaps, works her breasts over, one, then the other.

[privateproperty]

The tug on her hair into enforced good posture, the sting and heat of each slap, the sound over and over again -- Dahlfes can feel her inner legs getting quite wet. She keeps her chest forward, sharp breaths and grateful little sounds the most she can articulate.

[qeylis_mindu]

He makes sure her skin is a darker green, working up his own exertion, and inhaling the scent of her all the more in the process. When he can't wait any longer, the grip shifts, and he works her about into position up on her hands and knees - then just her knees, pressing her torso down until her breasts brush the floor.

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She's obediently guided to all fours, then her hands slide away as she's pressed down, nothing in the way of her tenderized skin against the floor.

She makes sure her legs are spread as much as positioning and any apparent wish of his allows, so he can once again see everything. She finally manages a whisper. "please, master"