Why not? She seems like fun

Now that was a tempting offer. Katla couldn't help but smile at how... polite the good lady Foxley's expression had become at the suggestion. Her cousin was clearly loving it even as she awaited Katla's answer.

"I'd be happy to. Any hangers around here?" Katla asked finally, keeping up the metaphor game a little. It shouldn't have as fun as it was to tease one of her captains. Foxley was of course far too well schooled to show her reaction but Katla knew she had to be screaming inside.

"See Auri? You just have to ask. We'll be in guest room 3." Dame Duponte informed her cousin, quickly moving alongside Katla and placing her arm under her's. Making a few adjustments to the exact position which clearly meant something by the attention she was putting into it.

"Of course cousin. You are always a delight." The smile Foxley gave would not have looked out of place on a shark as Dame Duponte led Katla away, making sure she kept her arm properly aligned all the while. As soon as they were outside of Foxley's immediate hearing Katla decided to ask.

"Alright, what's up with this?" She asked, her head jerking down to the arms.

"Let's people know 'leave us alone, we're off to fuck.'" Duponte explained. "Normally at least half of these socially starved vultures would be on us if not for it." One of said 'socially starved vultures' in hearing range gave a signal that was quite universal at hearing that, one that involved the middle finger. Duponte pantomimed blowing her a kiss. "Fellow pilot, she just actually bothered to stuff up." Katla's arm partner explained as they moved along past the partygoers to the interior of the manse. Going past the turn for Foxley's trophy room.

"So have you met many Vikings? You seemed to know a bit, Dame Duponte." Katla asked, it was possible that she'd just been going off of the(honestly well deserved) stereotypes but she'd acted as if she had a bit of firsthand knowledge.

"Call me Brea," She said, giving a smile and an eye-roll. "Short for Breanne. But yeah, with only one real carrier there aren't enough slots for the entire strikeforce community to serve aboard him. So while I waited for my turn I was on frontier interdiction. Got to meet plenty of Vikings."

"Meet or 'meet'?" Katla asked wiggling her eyebrows a little which drew a laugh from her companion rather than a raised hand.

"Afraid it was just the first one. I was on waystations, transit taxes, and all that nonsense. You folks really don't like paying those." Brea said, giving a stern look.

"Does anyone?" Katla asked doing her best to look the picture of innocence. She would never admit to anything but there was a small, almost minuscule, practically nonexistent; chance that she might have skipped out on a few of those in her days as a Raider.

"You'd be surprised. The Conglomerate practically worships them, our system put a decimal wrong once and they corrected it." The dame shook her head, clearly still baffled by the event.

"Sounds like them." Katla had to admit. Though she didn't add that it could have meant they were smuggling something. It was a fairly open secret that most nations looked the other way from due to sometimes needing their own... discreet items transferred. "But tax collecting aside no sampling the goods? Were you in a chaste and innocent period?"

"Oh hell no!" She seemed almost offended at the latter suggestion. She lowered her voice, eyes twinkling impishly as she leaned in, almost as if worried about being overheard. "Had a thing going with my maintenance crew. They got a shot at my noble cunt, I got to return the favor and they kept me flying. Didn't need to risk a good thing by inviting extra scrutiny." She returned to her regular voice. "Didn't know how much leeway this suit here gets." She pulled at the smart-skin and made it stretch a bit. "And by the time I figured it out I didn't see the need."

"Leeway? A pilot? Never!" Katla placed her free hand to the top of her chest in mock surprise, they'd gone up a flight of stairs and seemed to be in a more 'residential' part of the home. The part that didn't seem to be as concerned about appealing to outsiders. A few bits of ornamentation around but the overall theme seeming to be more homely. The pictures domestic and the bits of furniture more personal. Quite a few seeming to be the result of Aurelia's hunting sprees.

"Ha ha," Brea said, raising a hand to her mouth at the same time before lowering it. Katla took that to mean genuine amusement. "In all truth though it is a nice deal. And it was even nicer before all this kicked off. The whole reason I got a spot on the Kings Bow was the number of gals trying to get safer posts. It's not as much fun being on the warship when you might actually have to go to war."

"You seem to be taking the idea well," Katla noted.

"Damn right, I'm in for the long haul," Brea said, stopping at a door finally, Katla unliked her arm and opened it, letting the fighter pilot go in first before following. "Even if Auri doesn't approve."

"Why not? I thought having family in the navy was a good thing on their end?" The guest room they'd walked into was well maintained, meticulously cleaned with a simple terminal desk and a bed that was big enough for an orgy with sleep space left over. There were three holo-frames on the walls, rotating through pictures of fighter craft and a few showing Brea herself. Clearly despite the way they'd spoken with one another at the party her cousin held her in high enough regard to reserve a room for her. The walk-in closet to the side was likely filled with extra clothes.

"Big ship navy sure, fighter craft?" Brea shrugged, "She's protective. Love her to **** but she gets stifling sometimes. But enough about my family issues. I'm horny, you're hot and you'll probably be the last dick I get until someone shoots me down and puts a baby in me." She pressed two fingers against the chest of her suit, her fingers moving ever so slightly in some sort of pattern, a seam appearing in front of her chest before she paused, looking at Katla with a mischievous expression. "If you'd like I can keep it on. Had a friend who did it with a Houten, these are good as condoms if you don't trust my word on birth control."

Katla hadn't even considered that she might be lying about that. Considering she was the one to bring it up however Katla was inclined to trust that she was. Katla crossed the distance between them, starting to remove her own garments as she went. "Might have to try that another time. Seems unique." Katla said, "Probably causes some fun down here." Katla reached her hand down to rub the growing bulge on the suit. Not feeling any balls to go with the shaft. An 'inner' then. She put her other arm around Brea's shoulder, pulling her in close as her hand rose up to the gap, letting it slip into the suit to fondle her breasts. It felt almost like unwrapping a present as the fabric moved aside for her, Her eyes widening a little as she realized just how much compression the suit had been doing. Brea's D cup breasts emerged.

"Not as uncomfortable as it looks." Brea assured her, "But I'd never say no to a massage." Katla didn't need to be told twice, taking the soft orbs into her hands and starting to knead them a bit, fingers lightly digging into flesh and getting an appreciative sigh in response. Brea's arms finding their way onto Katla's shoulders to pull her in closer. The pilot's lips crossing the distance between them, her tongue playfully poking out only to be overwhelmed by Katla's as the commodore moved her hands down further to cup her rear, surprisingly Brea who let out an 'eep' as she was lifted off the ground, her legs finding themselves around Katla's waist as she pulled back.

"Afraid of heights?" Katla teased as she carried her toward the bed. Her hands squeezing and fondling all the way.

"It's not the heights, it's what happens when I fall from them. Especially with the rogue set to drop me." As she spoke one hand moved down the collar of Katla's undershirt, finding their way to the unprotected nipple on Katla's right, the rolling of her fingers making promises that Katla was going to make her keep. Giving her a light shove as if she'd been offended by the molestation Brea found herself on the bed looking up, legs having released their hold to let gravity do the work. Katla reaching down to finish peeling off her flight suit, exposing the dame's roughly 6 inches to the open air, showing just how much she was looking forward to Katla's attention.

"Good to meet you too." Katla teased, getting on her knees beside the bed, spreading Brea's legs to get a better look at the pussy resting below her member, a slight dampness readily apparant giving off a shine in the light of the room. Her swollen labia practically begging for attention. Katla moving in close to give it a lick, teasing it's edges with her tounge. By the pleasured gasps of her partner she was hitting the right spots. The lightly sweetened taste of her juices indicating at least a minor flavor mod. Letting herself roam a bit further up to the base of Brea's shaft.

"Huh?" Brea looked down, Katla just winked at her as she continued going, giving Brea's cock a long lick all the way to the tip. Giving it a kiss as she arrived. She wasn't about to stop there either, taking the head fully into her mouth to circle with her tounge, her partner's hips jerking in surprise from the unexpected gesture. The pre Katla tasted confirming the mod went both ways as she sunk her head down lower. Taking the noblewoman all the way down, two fingers going right into her cunt to quickly overwhelm her mental defenses. Caught wrong-footed she didn't stand a chance, her cum shooting out to bath the back of Katla's throat and mouth. The sweet taste bathing her tounge as she pulled off. Letting Brea give her a good look before swallowing it right down and licking her lips. The panting of her partner music to the former Viking's ears.

"Any second thoughts?" Katla asked as she finished stripping down. Letting Brea get a good look at what would be going inside her well-prepared cunt.

"Oh yes, but they're all the good kind." Brea said, hips wiggling to try and entice Katla to hurry up. She didn't need any more encouragement, lining herself up quickly and thrusting home easily, her path only blocked by a slight squeeze of aftershock from the pilot's first climax as Katla's hands found their way to the soft plush of the bed on either side, giving her a better angle to get down all the way. She was glad to see that this wasn't going to be a dead fish affair as Brea made good on her teasing from earlier, hands finding their way immediately to the breasts hanging over her. Each brush and squeeze against her nipples sending a small thrill up Katla's spine as they found their rythem together. Brea bringing her legs around Katla's back to gain a measure of control over the pace as Katla moved to her elbows, hands going under shoulders to bring the dame in for a kiss that was eagerly met. Brea extracting her hands from their entrapment from the pressed breasts, to run them around find purchase running through Katla's hair as they sought a way to her back. Her cock practically beating a tune on Katla's stomach as if it were a drum. The slapping of flesh the rest of the band.

Katla pulled away for a moment, the small line of saliva still connecting them broken as she gave a fierce grin, emphasizing her control with a couple deep thrusts as she drove the dame into the bed's soft embrace. The repreive of her lips done she dove right back in, the kiss even more fierce this time as their tounges played with one another, the assaults and retreats coordinated by their bodies actions, the sweet moans reverberating between them as the pace quickened and abated. The mutual desire felt in every squeeze of vaginal walls. Brea came again, her disadvantage going in leaving her once more breathless, though this time Katla joined her, a final thrust going deep as she filled the pilot. Their midsections getting showered by Brea's cock's accompanying eruption. Katla took two fingers to scoop some up and placing it between them to share in another kiss, their toungues working together to get every bit as they took a momentary break.

"Whole reason I got that one." Brea said as they rolled onto their side. Katla still hilted within her. "My crew chief was really into self-tasting. Figured it should taste nice."

"No complaints here." Katla assured her, bringing another bit up to enjoy for herself. Of all the sex mods that soldiers tended to get flavors were in the top ten of Katla's favorites. They were simple, cheap and made sex just that little bit more fun. Not that Katla was opposed to the natural taste either.

"You know, I wouldn't mind doing this again if we both make it back. No obligation or anything." Brea said, Katla had to think on that a little, the pilot had straight up said that Foxley was trying to hook them up. She doubted that this kind of arrangement was what her Captain had in mind. Considering their line of work however it might just be best to keep this as a one time thing, especially considering Brea's line of work.