Lancer gets a taste

You grinned a little, as you watched the Captain resume her sexy show for you, as her hips gyrated for your viewing enjoyment. Since you were in space and she wasn't grounded to anything, her legs had to sort of sway around as a result, but it gave you sort of this impression of a mermaid propelling herself through the water.

"You're right, you didn't say stop." You grew your mischievous grin, as you rested against the wall of the ship. That you were mere inches from an infinite vacuum should've been profound enough to ponder, but you were concerned about different heavenly bodies in your sight.

"Just that I'm a p-puppet. Hey, what?!" Lancer's hands clasped over her mouth, eyes wide for a moment as she stared at you. After a moment, she pulls her hands away. "You... you can make me talk too?"

You nodded. "The slime you ingested went a little bit of everywhere. Not enough to hold absolute control over a body, but short bursts of energy, or partial control of your body, seem certainly reasonable."

Lancer started to feel herself talk again, but this time she tried to shut it down, her face red with embarrassment from what you made her say. But you also could tell, it was a bit of a thrill on her end to struggle against something like this. "I'm not gonna...ssssssss...eeeerhhhh...plaything... Juno's plaything. I love when Juno makes me do whatever she likes." Lancer's voice spoke sensually, but her eyes continued the tug of war over the control of herself. She welcomed the challenge, but it felt like maybe this time, she might like losing a little more than her competitive nature might admit.

Lancer began to float closer to you, taking her hair out of the ponytail as her body was on full display. "C---commmm--" The Captain tried desperately to stop her voice from saying the next words, but it was futile. "Com--mand me. Command me."

You giggled endlessly to yourself. You didn't really need to speak verbally, since you were going to move her anyway, but you thought it would be more fun if the Captain would hear what was about to happen. "Very well, as you wish, Captain! Remove that compression suit."

Lancer's hands went to the suit's zipper, pulling it down slowly. You could feel Lancer put up a fair amount of resistance, but just barely enough to make it a real struggle. You knew she had extra reserves in her to really stop you if things went too far... but her hands still obeyed you, sliding out of the compression suit. When she was done, you motioned for her to come forward to you, and she held her arms up in the air, her breasts fully on display for you. Your exosuit started to retract, going from fully covering you to the minimal version that looked a lot like sexy high-tech swimwear, sort of, where much of your skin was on display. You felt Lancer's eyes trail over your body, as you felt a spark of arousal from her as she looked you over. Your hands came up to run along her torso, up to her breasts, which you groped with glee. Lancer's hands remained above her head the whole time, frozen in place so you had access to her form however you wished.

"Something new, then. How about..." You looked into Lancer's eyes, deeply, as she was silently begging you with her expression to keep going, even though she didn't know what to expect. "Captain, eat me out."

"W-what?!" Lancer brought herself down toward you, while your exosuit opened up further, peeling away from your crotch, unfurling much like a flower to show your folds to the Captain. She struggled a bit harder this time, making the whole process that much more interesting as you guided her head down. "You can't make mllllllLLLL!" The captain's tongue stuck out, interrupting her speech.

Lancer couldn't stop as her body eagerly dove in to kiss against your pussy, her tongue licking your folds, nuzzling you with her nose and lips. You made her do everything, and she had to merely endure, as your hyper-realistic sex toy. As the heat between your legs grew, so did Lancer's licking and kissing, her hands running along your thighs, her body's movements fully choreographed by your mind.

You braced yourself, gasping for air and gripping at Lancer's head as you came, and she began to moan muffled into your crotch. Her moans and vocal protests seemed to get a bit louder as you made sure her mouth was locked tight to your body, licking up all of your juices as they flowed! Didn't want to leave a mess on such a nice spaceship, after all...