A run-in with the third member of her crew

“...Everything’s fine, captain,” For a second or two, it had seemed like Mac had wanted to say a lot more than that, but he fell silent and looked back down at the tablet. Then he shifted in his seat as if to convey that he wasn’t interested in a conversation. Not wanting to impose herself on a man that could beat his way through a steel door with his fists, Samantha moved on towards the back of the ship.

“Good, I’ll see you later, Mac.” Getting another low growl in response from Mac that had tremors riding up along her spine despite her nervousness, Samantha walked out of the mess and moved along the corridor where the quarters located on the rear side of the mess. Most of them were still empty, with Zariya and herself occupying two of those closer to the cockpit meaning that only three of those down here were occupied. Mac lived in one, Anderson in another and Eskil Legat in a third.

Only slightly shorter and marginally less muscular than Mac, Eskil Legat was the Lady’s security officer and the only one currently on board who hadn’t been there when Samantha’s father died. He was a former crew member though, one that Samantha remembered as being close friends with her dad. He’d left a couple of years ago but had shown up a couple of weeks ago and announced that he’d escaped a penal colony upon hearing of the **** of his friend and was going to honour his memory by serving underneath his daughter.

Like Samantha, Eskil was human, but his background was radically different. He was a member of the Narossi, the descendants of one of the generation ships that had been sent out in the days before FTL and had arrived at a Class 1 planet, where they’d built up an advanced society that experimented heavily with genetic modifications, only to have it collapse into anarchy and barbarism.

From what she remembered of him, Eskil did seem like a barbarian of old and had done so ever since her father picked him up and saved his life, seeming far less interested in money than he was in ****, **** and sex. As if to show that he hadn’t changed over the last couple of years, he’d been a flexing, snarling bundle of barely controlled aggression during their escape from the Kjillians, acting like he wanted the Lady to board their ship so he could kill them all, free their slaves and fuck the pretty ones.

Zariya had been very happy to see him again.

“Mr. Legat!” Sticking with the formalism that her father had always insisted on, Samantha called out her security officer’s surname while rapping her left hand against the closed door to his quarters. Wanting to see if he’d settled down after their escape, she yanked the door handle down with her other hand and pushed the door open.

Then, Samantha let out a surprised and very girlish yelp.

Lying on his bed with his eyes closed and his barrel chest rising and sinking slowly, Eskil was completely naked, his arms crossed underneath his brown-haired head. In an instant, Samantha’s eyes travelled up and down Eskil’s hard body and became fixed on the thick, long slab of flaccid cock that laid on top of his stomach.

Startled by Samantha’s sudden entrance and suddenly awake, Eskil opened his eyes and leapt out of bed, his heavy cock slapping against one of his thighs while he landed on his feet. Next, he spotted Samantha and the ferocious grimace that he’d adopted disappeared.

“Captain,” Standing in front of Samantha, Eskil made no sign of being bothered by his own nakedness, instead letting a smile spread across his bearded face.

“Mr. Leg...” Samantha’s voice faded as her blue eyes remained fixed on Eskil’s cock, which was getting longer and thicker as it stiffened. When its head started to rise, her pink tongue came out to wet her plump lips.

“Was it something you wanted?” Still smiling, Eskil put one hand on his cock and gave it a stroke that made it harden at an even faster pace, as did the coo and the heaving of her huge chest that Samantha responded with.

“Just checking that everything’s all right...” Samantha groaned out and pressed her hands against her thighs. Like Mac, Eskil could be considered handsome if you were really into the rough, muscular warrior-type guys. Which Samantha was. She also had a thing for big cocks, and Eskil’s looked like it might be even bigger than Anderson’s 10-inch rod, possibly a lot bigger.

“A bit tense, that’s all,” Very much enjoying the turn his day had taken, Eskil took a relatively small step towards his captain, “I haven’t gotten laid in a week.”

“Fuck...” Samantha gasped. Eskil’s cock kept growing and was now definitely the biggest one she’d ever been this close to.

“Captain,” Eskil crossed his arms over his chest and made sure to shove his nearly erect cock towards Samantha, who was still a few paces away, not having left the doorway in the brief span of time since she’d forgotten to wait for a response after knocking on a door, “You either walk out of here right now, or I’m going to fuck you.”