Dalla's arrival on the ship distracted me from this dangerous relationship and provoked a terrible jealousy on his part, as Dylan was completely unaware that I was in love with this miniature doll after realizing she had been gone for over a year.
"Commander... who is she!?" his amazement flared as a blonde beauty in a white jumpsuit, clinging to her chiseled figure, fluttered out of the arriving shuttle and onto the ship. "Where did such a miracle come from?"
Dalla, smiling charmingly, winked coquettishly at the staff greeting her, shaking everyone's hand. ... He was nearly bursting with excitement, nervously running his fingers through his thick, curly hair, squinting and biting his lips, he gazed at her predatorily, while I could barely restrain myself from dragging my beloved bird into the cabin and giving her a good fucking because it was making me suffer so much due to her prolonged absence.
"A relaxologist... My personal... and please don't bother her, I beg you!"
Continuing to tangle his hair, Dylan fussily hurried after me down the hallway behind us, while I escorted Dalla to her room.
"Your... personal... What? Really? And me? I want her too!"
…Knowing full well how distraught Dylan would be, I slammed the door in front of his curious face without comment, the electronic lock beeping loudly, and I pounced on Dalla without further ado, ripping off her tight, stretchy jumpsuit, unzipped along the body, revealing her ample thighs, tanned by long travels.
"Taen… what's the rush?"
I simply devoured my space fairy to the sound of her languid, tender exhalations, sitting her on my lap, thrusting deeply and rhythmically into her swollen lips with a resounding smack, not answering any of her muffled questions about such an urgent need for sudden intimacy.
"Ah… Taen!" a gentle, melodic voice caressed her whispering scarlet mouth. How long I've waited for this intercourse... pouring out on her all the desires I'd suffered during our separation. My sweet little bird will no longer fly away from my luxurious starship, where we will often indulge in various amusements, captured on video cameras for the amusement of the leadership, because that's exactly what they want from us, specially selected for the arousing contemplation of slender bodies trembling with sensual pleasure in a stylish interior.
War is war, but sex is scheduled: every day, in different positions, in different places, from different angles... She and I, merged into one until the very end...
The agonizing thought that we could all die one day tormented my mind for a long time... Will Dalla be reborn with me? Did the Coalition leave her genes to create a replica of such a doll? Perhaps! I will seek out someone like her in the next life... no doubt. Her sweet image will be immortalized in my clone-wandering consciousness... what a daydream!
And yet, I didn't even bother to find out how the enamoured Dylan felt, ignoring him. From his blazing eyes, hungrily seeking mine amidst the daily work routine, I realized a frank conversation was inevitable. Under some pretext, he invited himself into my cabin before bed and, dimming all the lights, rushed to hug me, despite my desperate denial of intimacy.
"You know, Taen... How cruel of you to slam the door and do it with that doll-like beauty without me..."
"What made you think that? Were you watching me and eavesdropping?"
..This completely enraged him, and in the pitch darkness, he forcibly shoved me under the covers into the bed and, calming down, lay down facing me, earning only luscious kisses that I had to dodge.
"This is too obvious, and not just for me and the entire crew! To so brazenly start screwing a new employee the moment she came on board!"
"So what... I have the right, and you have nothing to complain about!"
"A personal relaxologist!?"
"You have Leah... don't you? What's wrong with her? She's a gorgeous woman!"
In response, all I heard was a disgruntled sniffle, his legs gripping me, and a fussy fuss with my lower torso.
...Ah, how unexpected! Dylan, is your love for me so great? Ah, ah... ah, I floated silently under his stormy caresses.
"Well... yes... oh, how guilty I am for my behavior..."
"Did you do that to me on purpose? I knew it! So where did you meet Dalla before? You never told me anything!"
He grabbed me from behind, continuing to tenderly express his feelings to the sound of my subdued moans.
"Well... we served together for a couple of years on another ship and became such good friends that I started to miss her when she went on one wild expedition... ah-ah... easy! Such pressure, ow!"
"Wild? And what happened there?"
"There... the tribal leader... such a... ah!"
"Ah... the tribe... Hot!" His kisses rained down. "So what? Who fucked whom? What did she say?"
"Everyone and everything... ah... everything around... well, you know..."
"And why did it all end for her? Was she tired of it all?"
"Oh-oh... ah!" No... she wasn't tired of it! She fell in love with this chieftain, and he with her... everything would have been fine... but I wanted her back!"
"And aren't you ashamed?" Dylan suddenly stopped.