Take off

When Cindy stumbles back into the cockpit, Helen shoots her a knowing look. “So… How did it go?”

“Fuck. I’m not gonna be able to sit right for a few days.” The blonde pouts as she rubs her ass, before gingerly taking her seat in the Command Chair.

“You do know your bottom is completely exposed right?” The older woman asked, then turned back to fiddle with the starship’s dashboard. “Not that it’s any of my business.”

“Hey, you’re the last person who should be prudish about this sort of stuff.” Cindy laughs as she traced a finger along her damp lips before bringing it up to her mouth for a taste. “Still kinda horny.”

“I’m surprised. I thought you would have met your match with Erskine.” Even while holding a conversation, Helen expertly continued preparing the ship for take off.

“Well, I wouldn’t say our little session was concluded…” Her mind drifts back to the Brutagian’s still fully erect cock.

“Hey! Stop getting your juices over the upholstery.” The raven-haired woman chides her. “If you’ve got the time to daydream, you’ve got time to help me prepare for launch.

“Yes ma’am!” The blonde gives her a mock salute.

Despite its age, Princess was still a trusty little ship and with a soft hum, its thrusters powered it upwards into the cold expanse of space.

Once the spaceship reached cruising altitude, Helen turns to Cindy and asks, “So where to now, Captain?”

Here are some options for what happens next:

-Recruit more crew members

-Raid an Imperial Ship

-Get attacked by the Royal Navy/Other pirates

-A surprise visit from her father/brother

-Hyperdrive fails and strands them on a strange planet

-Or many other possibilities…