Seri turns about slowly, hands behind her back, a demure expression on her face, even as her pheromones flow free. “Kriff,” she murmurs, “I… what’s your name? I’m Seri.” A genuine blush colours her cheeks as she backs up as far as the bed, feeling it press against the back of her knees. She angles her head down, but her eyes up, compelling him closer.
“Y-yes, certainly.” Nami smiled, trying to stay composed. Now what had she got herself into—? “Please, come on in.” She gestured towards the ramp behind her, before turning to lead the way – putting an extra sway into her step as she walked, mind racing while somehow getting nowhere.
His eyes traveled over her body, now not even hiding the lust and desire in his eyes. "Kaangor." He answers shortly, as he slowly made his way closer to Seri. "A pleasure, Seri~" He stopped in front of her and slowly reached up, his hand cupping her cheek, caressing it, his eyes not leaving hers.
The man waved his two companions as he followed Nami. He strode certainly, following Nami, his eyes on her ass, until they entered the ship. He looked around, giving a low hum of appreciation. "That's not bad." He looked around, before his eyes moved back to look at Nami. "That's a nice view." She could not tell, if he meant the ship or her.
Seri nestles her cheek against his hand, suddenly a little overwhelmed at the tenderness of his touch. After yesterday’s frenetic events, it’s a welcome balm. She lets out a happy little hum, petite hands smoothing over the front of his torso, exploring the muscle and flesh beneath his clothing. She leans in, up on her toes, her face bobbing below his. “And what would you like, Kaangor? What would make for a suitable payment?”
His hand slid down, around her waist, just as his prosthetic touched her arm - it's not as cold as she thought it would be. "Oh, I am open to negotiations~" He said as he looked down at her, smiling roguishly, his lips quite close to hers.
Her breath catches, but not unpleasantly. Her pink skin turns a darker shade as her blush intensifies, and she steps in, running her fingers over the augmetic arm, winding his hand about her waist. With an impish grin, she shakes her hair back, and leans closer still, till her ample chest squashes pleasantly against his torso. “You seemed quite interested in these.” She murmurs, rubbing stiffening nipples against him with a soft sigh, “Perhaps I ought to give you a more thorough demonstration; demonstrate my appreciation, too.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Nami said. She folded her hands demurely behind her back in an effort to hide how much they were shaking; pushing her chest forward in the process. Fear, uncertainty, anticipation. “Ah – dock master. What should I call you?”
The man licked his lips as she pushed her chest against his. "Yes~" He admitted, the single world almost changing into a gasp. But then he put his hands on her ass. "Also in those... But you are right, first-" He moved his hand up to her sides. "A demonstration, if you could?" He looked down at her cleavage.
"Dock master would suffice." He waved his hand dismissively. "Now, why don't you show me the bonus we were talking about?" He suggested.
Seri shifts upward again, toes extending, letting him take the weight of her plush rear for a moment as her lips brush his jaw. “A demonstration it is.” She grins, “And if you have stamina enough after that, perhaps you can inspect the rest of the goods. Relax though, you’ve earned this.” Excitement blossoms in her chest, giving her bright pink cleavage a mauve glow. Her knees bend, and she travels downward, thighs still extended as she settles beneath him, her eyes trained upward with an enticing glimmer. Shrugging off her jacket, she rolls up her stolen top until her weighty chest is held in the scantiest of tube-wraps. She leans back in, pressing herself against the growth in his trousers, letting soft flesh meet his hardness, as she peels up his shirt to reveal his abdomen. Her lips meet muscle, eyes still obediently directed to his, as she works her lips and tongue over his stomach, while petite hands busy themselves with his belt.
“Yes, sir.” Now Nami brought her hands around in front of her, pressing them together in a gesture of compliance – and letting her arms squeeze her breasts together in her tight top. Her heart was thumping. “I am at your disposal. Do you have any requests, or would you like to see more of the view to begin with?”
The man seemed to relax, but then as he looks down, he notices the collar, now that jacket was not covering it. "A kink or a part of situation, I wonder~" He said as he grabbed the collar and pulled Seri to her feet. Then he started leading her, pulling the collar, his grip strong.. "If I am going to enjoy it, I should be comfortable, yes?" He sat on the bed, legs spread out, while pulling Seri back on her knees, then letting go of the collar,
The man looked at her for a moment, greed touchable in his eyes. "Show me~" He said as he leaned against the wall, arms crossing on hiss chest. "Make it... That way, that I was in a mood~" He demanded.
A flash of concern rises, just for a moment. In her engine desire, she’d almost grown used to the collar. But any panic is quickly suppressed by his firm, but not-unkind, manhandling of her, which has her knees turning to jelly, and her breath catching in her throat. She looks up at him, biting back words of praise and submission that form on her lips, as she smooths over his thighs, her hands returning to his belt, cupping and caressing his growing bulge. “Nothing to worry yourself about. Get comfortable, and… let me work. But feel free to give any… guidance.”
The man smiled as he put his hand on her head. "Oh, I think you just know what to do~" He chuckled. "Go on, do your thing~" He encouraged her.
Seri shudders happily at the sensation of Kaangor’s guiding hand on her head, her scalp prickling pleasantly. With her chest suitably and tightly presented, she gets to work freeing him in earnest, unbuckling and peeling until his length springs forth. With a happy sigh, she takes him in both slight hands, pink skin against his, relishing the firmness and warmth of his flesh. Her eyes return to his, as she strokes, slow and languid, bringing him the rest of the way to his full, hard size. Satisfied, she keeps her gaze locked on his, as she lets a wad of drool crest her lower lip, and drip down to cascade over his crown. “I really do owe you so much.” She croons, shuffling forth on her knees, and lifting her breasts over him. Gasping in delight, she lets his member pierce the cleft of her cleavage, a nest of flesh made tight and warm by the pressure of her top, as she begins to rise and fall.
“As you desire,” Nami said softly. She moved a step or two back to give him a better view before she got started. Her skin was tingling. She hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and began to slowly work it upward, unveiling the smooth blue of her abdomen. She moved herself rhythmically as she did so, swaying and rippling her body – showing off its deep curves as much as she could. Only briefly did she wonder what had possessed her. There was no turning back now. With how tight the shirt was on her, it took effort to gradually pull it up past her breasts – lifting them in the process, outlining their shape as they strained against the fabric, giving a tantalising view of them from below in the moments before, with one final pull, they fell free in their full, bare glory. Nami tugged the shirt the rest of the way off, tossing her head before she opened her eyes. She paused, breathless from both effort and excitement, and looked up to see the man’s reaction.
His eyes were focused on her chest, admiring the mounds. As his dick sprang out of his pants, it showed to be of decent size - not large, but not small either, somewhat on the thick size. "Hmm~" A moan of pleasure escaped him as flesh sorunded his dick. "So... You have much, to pay back~" He said with a smirk dancing on his lips.
The man's eyes were glued to her chest, following each of her moves. He licked his lips and Nami could see a bulge growing in his pants. His skin darkened on his face... He said nothing, only took in her form.
