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[privateproperty]

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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[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.

[privateproperty]

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"