Starboard-side fun Interrupted

On the starboard-side of Hannah's Pride, in the serene tranquillity of private quarters, the din of the spaceship’s engine was a barely discernible hum. Almost like a cosmic melody in the background. The cabin was bathed in the soft shimmer of FTL-phase shift starlight filtering through the nearby porthole. It created a softly lit haven amidst the mechanized automated expanse of Hannah's Pride.

This peaceful backdrop was contrasted with the frenzied rutting of two teenage girls, legs entwined and pussies franticly humping and grinding against each other.

Tahlia, the Sparrow-Hawk cadet sniper and Beatrice the team's medic were in the throes of passion. Tongues danced together as they rhythmically fucked each other on Beatrice's bed. Both women were covered in sweat and pussy juice from their marathon sex session. Beatrice's skin glistening in the dimly lit room, lightly scented with the arousing aroma that permeated the air. Both women were brunettes. Tahlia was tall and had a slim tapered waist but somewhat broad shouldered with toned legs. In contrast Beatrice was shorter, in good shape but well-proportioned with a slight natural plumpness to her, her shapely breasts jiggled slightly with every thrust.

There was a dangerous savagery to the way they fucked. Each devouring the other hungrily with fiery need. As they were reaching a joint climax the vessel juddered violently before shaking with immense **** and alarms began to blare.

Beatrice’s guitar that hung on the wall crashed onto the floor, and a spaceship model resting on a table was sent flying into a wall and shattered. The two girls were thrown to the deck of the room in a tangle of limbs and passion. With a deep growl Tahlia pulled her dishevelled and sweat soaked hair out of her face and rose naked to her feet.

"Shit!" Exclaimed the athletic girl, pulling Beatrice to her feet. Without a moment's hesitation the naked cadets rushed to gear up in to combat suits. Tahlia fumbled to find hers that had been discarded in a pique of lust so Beatrice threw her a spare. The ship rocked again. They'd seen battle simulations during their time at the Sparrow-Hawk Academy but this felt different.

This was real.