Reward his misplaced ambition and apology with some hot forgiving

You undress slowly and deliberately, revealing your toned body in enticing increments of pale flesh. Sneet maintains his composure, but watches you expose yourself with obvious lust. You lean your arms against his shoulders and examine his face. He is not a handsome man by any definition. Average at best with poor skin and a severe, unpleasant angle to his features. Yet you feel the thrill of attraction towards Lt. Sneet. His very act of betrayal has aroused you, for though he has failed, his attempt to take over your ship is highly ambitious. That sort of ambition can be dangerous, but if it can be tamed to your purposes it can be a powerful tool.

"Your ambition is to be commended, Lieutenant," you say. "But it is misdirected. I am and have always been your ally. You will make a fine captain one day. A cruel..." you lean in, your lips very close to his, "...cunning master of your ship."

You pull back rather than kiss him. "But not his ship," you say. "I have won it and it will be mine until I advance. Your path to greatness is with me, not through me, so save your tricks for those who scheme against us." You cradle his cheek, then move lower, down his chest and stomach to the hardness in his uniform slacks. You squeeze it.

"Do we have an understanding, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, ship's mistress," he says without hesitation. "You have my oath."

"Good," you say, "but at this moment I desire your cock as well."

You embrace, lips meeting, his tongue aggressively filling your mouth. His hands cradle your back, moving lower as you press against him to squeeze and massage the firm hemispheres of your ass. He undresses with eagerness and you fall upon the floor together. You fill your mouth with his cock and lay with your body against his as your thighs over his head. His tongue finds your aching slit and you cum quickly, silencing your cries of pleasure with the throbbing meat of his prick. Your hips roll and push your clit against his tongue. Sneet grips your thighs and works his hips, fucking up and into the oval of your hungry mouth. He explodes between your lips and you swallow his hot, gushing cum as it pumps across your tongue in thick gouts. You feel the pulse of his cock against your lips and savor the salty flavor of his ejaculation.

When he has finished cumming you suck and lick him languidly, stroking his flaccid prick and laying on your side with your feet by his face. Sneet begins sucking your toes, an act of subservience you savor and enjoy. You stroke his balls and lick the head ridges of his cock until his glans is swollen and his cock stiff.

You climb atop him, facing away, so that he can see and caress your lovely bottom as you stuff your slit with his cockmeat and begin riding him. Your hips and thighs do the work, leaving your hands free to stroke his balls and your own clit. Your inner muscles squeeze and massage his drooling dickmeat. Sneet sits up and holds an arm across your throat and presses his lips to the back of your ear. His breathless whisper describes a variety of raunchy acts and cum-drenched promises for future entanglements. His words arouse you even more, but it is Sneet whose toes curl in ecstasy as he thrusts up into you and cums, flooding your sodden slit with his hot load. You squeeze the cum from him like a good slut and turn your head to kiss him.

More kissing and stroking, his lips against your breasts now, his fingers playing in your cum-filled cunt, feeding you his sperm and your juices. He pushes you onto your back and takes you again. You cum this time, arching your back beneath him, gasping at the feel of his cock thundering in and out of you and his balls mashing into your ass. Once you relax he pulls out and turns you over. He guides his cock back to your pussy and lays atop you from behind, your breasts and body flat on the floor. You've never fucked in this position before, but his cock is deep and incredibly hard. After only a few minutes the heat of his body lifts from your back and his cock slides out. Only a moment later he cries out and his hot spunk showers your muscular back, the mounds of your ass, and the backs of your thighs.

Another attempt to arouse him is interrupted by the chiming of the intercom.

"We are approaching Omicron-69, Captain," says the helmsman.

"Good," you say. "Take us in to dock."

You look at Sneet and he smiles. A threshold has been passed through by you both and you linger a bit, kissing, stroking one another. Love will never exist on a ship of the Armada, but something close to friendship may have just been discovered in an unusual place.

"Clean yourself up, Lieutenant," you command with sudden authority. "We are approaching Omicron-69."

Sneet departs. You clean yourself in your personal lavatory and dress and sit down behind your desk. You can feel Sneet's cum still inside you, his taste still on your lips, and you **** yourself to resist the urge to summon him back to your office.