You untie her and lead her by the hand to the far wall. A wooden chest sits in the corner and you point to it.
“Open and pick,” you say.
She lifts the lid. The chest is filled with dildos. All different shapes, sizes and colors.
“I like purple,” she says.
You step back and begin to take off your boots.
“Good choice. Put it on me,” you tell her before holding your hands behind your head.
She touches and kisses your stomach before adjusting the harness and putting her selection in place.
She’s finishes and you thank her. Push her backwards. She stumbles and you walk towards her until her back is against the wall of the ship. You pick her up and she wraps her legs around you. They clasp.
You press her into the wall and thrust forward with your hips—an introduction.
You lift her higher and she presses down on your shoulders, so that your face is in her chest. You kiss and lick the space between her soft breasts.
You lower her down slowly and turn her to face the wall. Her hands plant themselves and she sticks her ass out. Admire it.
Position your harness lower and enter her from behind. You make sure to pull her hips back and into it. She pushes off the wall until your legs touch hers. You slam her again. Her head falls and she pushes back harder.
You grab both sides of her hips and rock her till she moans. Stick it deep and hold it there. Flatten her against the wall and move your hand up to cup her breast. Kiss her back and pull out.
Let her get on her hands and knees. Push her head down and put it back in. You find the perfect beat. Drive it deep and add a quick little extra push. Repeat. You feel her body flex and relax. Rise and fall. Her breathing gets heavier and more audible. A pleasure chorus.
You reach your hand under and start to work her clit. Keeping up a steady but more shallow rhythm from behind. A quick ram makes her gasp. You circle her pussy with your fingers. Wet everywhere. You cup upwards with your hand and drive everything in deep. The pressure gets her good. You feel her shake. The drop hits. Her body goes numb. You got her.
You look down at her, utterly leveled by the orgasm. Smiling, she touches herself and closes her eyes. You’re pleased but you’re also done. You walk over to the pile of clothes and weapons. You pick up your pistol. One shot. Bang.
Upstairs, you find Sven and tell him to send one of the Bears down to chuck the body overboard. He hands you a drink, some concoction that is very sweet.
“What’s it called?” You ask.
“We call it a ‘Face Down,’ because it’s mostly 151 hidden by massive amounts of sugar.”
You raise your glass and say, “A very fitting drink for tonight, boys. Cheers!”
THE END.
