Mission Briefing with a special guest

“The Delphic Expanse, or what remains of it, is here.” Seven of Nine stated flatly. “While the overall area is safe to traverse there are still anomalies that require careful navigation.”

Seven continued to speak, yet few were actually listening. Instead they were sucking in the incredible vista she was presenting. Her metallic grey catsuit screamed for mercy with every movement. Her tits were far larger than anyone else’s on board ship; each one projected out at least 18 inches from her rib cage. Their pendulous size clearly visible from any angle, even from behind. Not that many noticed them from there. Instead their eyes were drawn to her magnificent ass. Two firm cheeks that would have songs written to their glory, if this was another era. Balancing out this tremendous backside was a cock and balls easily worthy of praise. No one could get their size, as Seven seemed quite uninterested in sex. When queried Seven responded that ‘The Borg desire perfection.’ “Any concerns?”

Picard was the first to snap out of her daze. “Will there be any piloting concerns beyond the anomalies?”

“I do not know.” Seven responded in her monotone style. “I will be in astrometrics scanning and planning a safe route.”

“Very well. Anything else?” She looked around the room but no one spoke up. “Worf is the advisor secured?”

“She’s taken care of.” Worf resisted the urge to add on that both of them were thoroughly fucked out for the next 30 minutes or so. When she left T’Pol’s quarters the Vulcan was in an orgasmic haze, splayed erotically on her bed surrounded by klingon jizz.

“Alright, dismissed.” Everyone steadily rose from their chairs, being careful to avoid hitting anything on the way out. Picard watched with fascination as Seven managed to squeeze herself through the doorway. “Number 1 you have the bridge, I’ll be in astrometrics.”

“Aye, Aye. Captain.” Riker checked her own package as she left; making doubly sure everything was still in place.