Chapter Twelve: The Head That Wears a Crown
"No joy rides. First and foremost. This is a starship, not a hot rod."
"Sir, please."
"And no wild parties. Don't think I don't know about Vedra's little 'jokes' about brewing ale in the warp core."
"Sir. Please."
"If I come back and the hold is filled with Orion girls—"
Noon stopped dead and refused to go a step further. Dodge stopped as well and turned to face his first officer.
"Sir," Noon said. "I don't think you're being very fair."
"Possibly," Dodge admitted. "But it's the first time I'm letting the inmates run the asylum. So, yes, I'm feeling a little doubtful."
"I promise you, sir, that nothing will go wrong while you're away. Every manifold, every tube, every speck of dust will just as you left it."
Dodge pointed a finger at him.
"I'm gonna hold you to that, Commander."
Vedra walked past just then, doing something absently on a datapad.
"I believe you mean 'acting captain,' sir," she said, still walking.
Dodge turned and yelled after her, "Not while I'm still aboard this ship!" He turned back to Noon, thought to say something, but reconsidered. "Just walk with me." The two continued their way to the transporter room.
"You sound like this conference isn't a huge honor," Noon said.
"Oh no, it's a huge honor. And a huge waste of time. I mean, a week-long conference to re-evaluate the metrics of medals and commendations? Why don't they just make it a month and throw a series elaborate ballroom dances."
"You've received a lot of those medals and commendations. Your opinion on the matter is valuable, whether you think so or not."
"You're only saying that because you want to come between me and the Hood."
"Is that so?"
"I could tell you were jealous of our love," Dodge accused.
"Trust me, Captain, I have more than enough female energy in my life. I don't need to complicate that."
Dodge smiled at him.
"Too true," he said. "How is M'Ress's… er… 'sister' doing? I hear the first month of counseling is always the hardest."
Noon had not heard that and chose to acknowledge it indirectly. "At first it was tough for her, even after M'Ress introduced her to her counselor. But then her parents showed up, there were lots of tears and hugging, and her father is staying with her while she continues her counseling. It's going well."
"Good, good," Dodge said. "It's hard to not think of that girl as one of our own. Still though, I'm glad she didn't stick around. You certainly don't need the extra distraction."
"It's only a week, Captain. You'll be back before anyone notices you're gone."
"We'll see…" Dodge said as they entered the transporter room. Before stepping onto the pad, Dodge turned to Noon.
"Well, Commander," he said, "I hereby officially give you command over my vessel in my stead and dub you Acting Captain." Dodge then took his hand and mimed a knighting on Noon's shoulders before clasping him on his shoulder. "Don't blow up my ship." Dodge stepped onto the pad.
"I'll resist the temptation," Noon said, grinning.
"Energize," Dodge commanded. The technician activated the controls and Dodge disappeared in a glittering slick of yellow light.
Noon gave a courteous nod to the transporter technician and left the room, heading straight for the bridge. He entered the turbolift and signaled for the bridge but was stopped only a few moments later. The doors opened to reveal a madly grinning M'Ress, practically radiating good cheer.
"Good morning, Captain," she purred, stepping onto the turbolift.
"Oh good, I'm glad we're starting with that already," Noon deadpanned. He started the turbolift back up.
"Was I the first one to call you Captain? Please tell me I was the first!"
Noon chuckled and said, "No comment."
"I see. I guess you're set on being a no-fun captain."
"Oh, don't you worry, Lieutenant. We'll be having plenty of fun running errands for the next few days. How could we not?"
M'Ress tilted her head in contemplation.
"I suppose I shall have to provide the fun for us in these trying times."
"In that case, I officially name you my Acting Chief Fun Officer."
"Oh?" she said silkily. "I've already been your personal Chief Fun Officer for the past seven months, Captain. Now I get to be the entire ship's Chief of Fun."
"M'Ress…" he warned, "No playing with the crew."
"We'll see where this week takes us. Mrrowwrr…" she purred as the turbolift doors opened. "Captain on deck!" she exclaimed.
Noon sighed and stepped out after her, heading for the Big Seat. He sat in it like it was any old chair. Like he had done many times before when Dodge wasn't on the bridge and he had command. But this time, it did feel different. Because this was his ship now. His command.
Noon thought back to the last time he had total command of a ship. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly.
He would not fail.
"Lieutenant Novo, take us out of orbit and put us on a heading. Warp Factor 4."
"Aye, sir," said the helmswoman, setting in the course.
Noon held up his fingers in anticipation and when he knew the course was laid-in he gestured them forward.
"Take us there."
The Hood leapt into warp.
Noon walked down the dark corridor. Since he had allowed anyone to go down to the beach colony they had been surveying for a little rest and relaxation, that meant the Hood was largely empty. A few stragglers here or there, but it was now pretty much just him and the ship. It was an interesting kind of energy. To feel as if he was the only one on board the vessel. He planned to take advantage of the moment and go to the bridge. There should still be a skeleton crew there, but he could dismiss them. They were safely within Federation borders above a peaceful world. Nothing would happen here.
It was a short ride up the lift to the bridge. When the doors opened, what struck Noon at first was just how quiet it was.
Too quiet.
And too unpopulated. There was no one here.
"Captain on deck~" Came a soft purr, as M'Ress turned herself around in the captain's chair to look at Noon entering. She seated herself upon her knees and hung her arms off the back, slowly swinging her rear from side-to-side.
"M'Ress? Where is everyone?" Noon asked.
"Oh, I had everyone take the night off."
"Even the night crew?"
"Especially them."
"Those sons of bitches… Also, just what exactly do you think you're doing in that chair?"
"Sitting. Obviously."
"Lieutenant, get yourself out of that chair right now," Noon ordered, with a hint of genuine annoyance.
"Mmmmm…" M'Ress titled her head back and forth, considering the order. "No. I'm taking over the ship."
Noon blinked.
"Excuse you?"
"You heard me. I've committed mutiny and this ship is now under my command."
Noon began to storm angrily down to the chair.
"Lieutenant, I don't know what you think you're—"
His sentence was cut off as he now noticed M'Ress's uniform had ridden up her hips. Her panty-clad rear swung playfully in his face.
"…Lieutenant M'Ress, you're trying to seduce me, aren't you?"
"Trying? Please…" M'Ress pulled her uniform up above her breasts and pulled her underwear around her thighs. "…I already have." Her tail stood tall, revealing her tender flower and puckered asshole to her superior officer.
Noon stood transfixed.
"Be that as it may, we CANNOT do what you're suggesting we do," Noon said while trying his best to fight back the urge to stick his face directly into her.
"Oh?" M'Ress asked innocently. She turned herself around and sat down fully in the chair. She finished pulling off her underwear. "And what exactly am I suggesting we do?"
"Don't… look, you're clearly trying to get me to have sex with you in the captain's seat."
M'Ress blinked at him, looking confused.
"Why, Captain. I'm afraid you don't understand."
She spread out her legs to either side of the chair, revealing herself fully.
"This is the captain's seat now, sir. Prrrr~"
Noon couldn't fight back his baser instincts anymore. He swallowed hard and drew himself up to his full height.
"…And so it is," he said. He dropped to his knees, placed his hands underneath her thighs and stuck his face between her legs, kissing and licking her most holy of holies.
"Mmmmm… yes, Captain," she mewled, placing a hand on his head, "Thank you for this honor…"
He tended to her as only he knew how to, playing her clit liked a finely-tuned violin. She writhed above him in bliss, softly moaning as pushing his mouth further into her. Her tail wrapped around his neck, holding him to his work. It wasn't tight, but it was a strong enough message to keep him in his place. Noon smiled and stuck his tongue deep within her, alternating between deep treks and light licks along her outer folds to the top, her most sacred jewel.
"Aaahhh, Captain… you're so good to me… even thou-AAH-HA! E-even though I t-took your ch-chair… AH! I… t-took your ship~"
Between kisses and lick, and even some light blowing, Noon responded.
"Oh, I'm expecting the full surrender of my mutinous comms officer shortly."
He gave a powerful lick directly onto her wetness, swirling around her clit, sending her into a powerful fit of shudders. M'Ress's legs tensed, her tail grew tighter and then released itself. She wailed as she came, squirting into Noon's face as he did it his best to claim her cum.
"Very shortly," he finished, getting to his feet and standing above her.
"I… I do…" she panted, catching her breath. "I surrender to the mercy of my commanding officer."
Noon shook his head.
"Oh I'm afraid I can't accept your surrender. At least not yet, Lieutenant."
M'Ress looked up at his eyes, her own still glassy with pleasure. Noon smiled down at her and undid his pants, pulling them to his knees. He got atop of her. It was awkward to find the right footing in this position, but they managed.
M'Ress put her arms and legs around Noon and pulled him close. Her lips met his as her lower lips parted for his cock. He slid inside of her and she moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss and gritted his teeth, keeping himself from jackhammering away. He kept his motions slow and smooth, not wanting to upset their delicate positioning in the chair. She pulled him closer and began to lick his cheek and kiss his neck. Her loving care and soft bites made him grunt and groan, matching her mewls and airy gasps.
Noon pulled his head back and placed a stern hand atop the back of the chair, getting her attention. M'Ress met his gaze as he continued to drive himself into her, over and over, the rhythm lolling them into a trance. Her paws held firm on his chest and the grip of her legs around his waist tightened. He took his other hand and held her face, running his thumb across her soft cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, pushing into his fingers, purring loudly.
Her eyes cracked open and she gazed up at him. She breathed heavily and panted, drool slowly forming to spill out of her mouth.
Noon shifted his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her into another kiss. Their tongues briefly wrestled before he parted away and once again stared deep into the warm golden abyss of her eyes.
"Lieutenant," he whispered. "Kitte—M'Ress… I…" His pace quickened and his thrusts became more desperate.
"Atticus…" she whispered back. As he drew nearer and nearer to his end, M'Ress dipped low and dragged her tongue from the base of his neck to his chin in one agonizingly slow motion. When she finished, she licked her chops and held his face in her paw.
"Make me yours."
Noon lost control and hilted himself within her. She took his head in her arms and pulled him into the crook of her neck.
"There you go, baby…" she cooed gently, basking in the familiar warmth of his seed spreading inside her.
Noon almost collapsed atop of her, but he kept his strength and finished coming, her hold over him making him feel strangely… reassured. He began to kiss her collarbone and neck. She hummed and loosened her grip. His trail of kisses led up her face and to her lips, where they met once again. Their mouths parted, but their foreheads remained together as they both stared down at their combined nethers. Noon pulled out, feeling he was done, but one final spurt sent a small trail of cum up her body and onto her clothes.
"Oh…" she whined. "You got my uniform dirty."
Noon stood up straighter and gestured down to his own shirt, which now sported a series of rips and tears from her claws.
M'Ress admired her work and gave an embarrassed little shrug. Noon chuckled and she joined in, the two sharing a hearty laugh. He pulled himself up began to fix his pants.
"Done?" M'Ress asked, still spread out across the chair. Her face was still flushed, and she stilled panted in small little gasps.
Noon nodded and gave an exhale in confirmation.
"…Then send in the rest of the crew… prrrr~"
Noon cocked an eyebrow at her and broke out into laughter.
"You are… insatiable, Lieutenant. And your jokes are getting more ridiculous by the day."
"Who's joking?" she asked coyly.
That made him do a double take as he took another look at her, her steady breathing pushing her chest out, biting her lip in anticipation.
He stopped attending to his pants and looked at her sternly.
"What, am I not enough for you now?" he asked.
"I don't know… are you?"
Noon approached her and pulled her onto her feet, into his arms, and into another kiss. She squealed in surprised, but still melted into the embrace. He parted his mouth from hers and looked once again into the haunting warmth of her eyes.
"I'm all you'll ever need, M'Ress," Noon said with absolute assurance.
"Mmmm… that's just what I wanted to hear~" she replied and rejoined their mouths.
In the passion of their embrace, Noon didn't notice that she turned them around, his back now to the chair. She pushed him into the seat, Noon stumbling into an awkward sitting position.
"Now take your seat, Captain," M'Ress commanded, getting to her knees. "And allow your insubordinate officer to make up for her mutiny~"
She gently took his rod in her hand and began to clean it. Noon winced. He was still tender. As she worked him over, licking his shaft and sucking his balls, the tenderness of his flesh gave way to comfort.
"You have gotten… extraordinarily good at this, M'Ress," Noon said.
She released his sack from his mouth and gave his tip a kiss.
"I know. I've had a fair amount of practice. Now call me Kitten," she demanded, giving slow licks to his shaft.
"Oh, Kitten…" he groaned.
"Call me your mate," she said, continuing her slow work around his rod.
"You're my mate, Kitten. The best mate I've ever had."
She stroked him now, kissing and licking his tip.
"Say that you're mine…"
"I'm yours, Kitten… by god, am I yours…"
M'Ress nuzzled his cock, continuing her strokes as she looked up at him.
"Say that you want me… you want me wrapped around you…"
He met her gaze and smiled.
"I don't just want you; I need you. Right now."
She climbed atop him and re-inserted his cock into her already painted flower. She stretched her arms over his shoulders as he held onto her waist, every one of her grinds being met with a thrust of his own.
"I'll… ah… I'll always need you," Noon groaned out.
"You'll always have me…" she whispered back. "My Captain… ahh… my Commander… oohhh… my—mmmff! My… Atticus…"
M'Ress and Noon met again for a kiss as their passion echoed around the bridge.
It's a short one, but it's pretty intimate. Cue sexy saxophone.
This chapter was, in part, inspired by this piece of art from Fluff-Kevlar on :
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NEXT TIME ON THE CAITIAN'S PAW:
"THE SNARE"
Noon's temporary command of the Hood continues.