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Tales Of The Crew: Second Chances (Epilogue)

M'Rerra let out a ragged gasp, followed by a deep growl of pleasure as her human mate shifted his member inside her before thrusting again, his hips landing with a loud 'pop' against her rear. The raunchy scent that he gave off, and the raw, electric sensation of his member running back and forth against the nubs that lined her walls was almost too much to bear. With another groan of ecstasy, she dug all four sets of claws into her bed and her tail flicked against his chest as he took her from behind.

It had only been six hours since their encounter in the Captain's quarters, where she and Mark had laid bare their feelings about each other. Their regrets about how their relationship had ended in college all those years ago, the Caitian 'bond', the past eight years of being apart, and the awkwardness of where they stood now; despite all odds, they had overcome it all and found their way back to love.

However, the act of mating had awakened something deep down in the tall Caitian that neither she, nor her human mate had expected. She kept careful track of when her 'seasons' came and went, and wasn't expecting her next for at least a month and a half. Nevertheless, the fact remained that she had not mated for a very long time, and her newly renewed passion and devotion to Mark heightened her lust for him tenfold.

One romp wouldn't be enough.

The heat was here in full force.

She needed him tonight.

All.

Night.

Halfway through their 'dinner date' in Ten Forward, once the afterglow of their first mating had worn off, the insufferable itch in her loins had started like a slow, painful ache. Once she felt it, she tried, as diplomatically as she could, to make it clear to Mark that she was in season and needed more from him.

Mark, knowing how her assertive personality worked, had let in a nervous sigh, knowing he would be in for a long night. But, his warm smile and fiery eyes made it clear that there was no other place he wanted to be but with her.

Still, he had made it clear that, at least for now, they had to play it cool among the rest of the crew; act as if nothing had happened. Only Elisa Flores, the cocky first officer, and the architect behind their earlier coupling, knew about their relationship so far. That was fine, they knew she could keep a secret, but both of them agreed that it was too soon for the rest of the crew.

So, after finishing their dinner a little quicker than Mark had hoped, the two had joined Flores on the Holodeck for hand phaser target practice. M'Rerra's fellow Caitians, who made up a third of the Discovery's crew had heightened senses of smell compared to other humanoids, and would be able to pick up her arousal easily. Any opportunity to let out excess energy would help make her less obvious.

Surprisingly, Elisa barely said a word about her role in their newfound relationship other than slyly hinting that she was happy for the two of them. Mark, being her Captain and her friend, wouldn't let her get away with it easily, and threated to call her in for a lecture about ships' protocol. Elisa easily blew it off as an empty threat. She was only 22, six years his junior and brash, cocky and young as hell. She knew her duty better than anyone and God forbid anyone gave her lectures on matchmaking.

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The memory of the past four hours was but a fleeting thought compared to the bliss that the tall, muscular Caitian security chief was feeling right now under the touch of her lover's smooth body. This position, known to her people as 'p'rral', or "The Ancestors' Way" in her language, was new, but starting to grow on her. The humans referred to it as 'doggy-style' or some other vulgar nonsense.

One way or the other, it had never appealed much to M'Rerra before. It left her totally at the mercy of her partner, out of control. Now however, there was something about the raw, primal nature of it that made her curious, along with the thought that the strange angle of his member penetrating her might add to the pleasure.

It had never felt so good to be proven right.

Outside her quarters, various Starfleet and civilian personnel of all sizes and species strode down the corridors of Deck Eight, going about their nightly duties and routines. All were completely unaware of the lewd acts taking place in the Caitian security chief's quarters.

Suddenly, on the other side of the corridor, the doors to turbolift 3 hissed open, and out stepped a petite, grey furred Caitian ensign in a blue sciences uniform. She was barely out of adolescence and had long, tufted ears that were laid back against her head as she walked tentatively down the corridor. She wore a nervous, pensive expression on her face, and sucked in a calming breath as she spotted the door to M'Rerra's quarters.

Ensign Caellica S'io was one of Ferasa's greatest success stories. A child prodigy, she had not only graduated from Starfleet academy four years early, but already been nominated for the Zee-Magnee prize for the study of Zoology, Exobiology and natural resources in 2406 at the age of fourteen.

However, her success had come with a heavy price. Her enthusiasm for her chosen field had left her isolated from others her age. Most people she had tried to bond with either felt intimidated by her or uninterested in what she had to say. In fact, any meaningful relationships had come few and far between with all the work she had to do to live up to her own hype. As a result, she had very few friends back home, and struggled to find the confidence to make more here on the Discovery. Her anxiety over not having a support system could be painfully acute at times, and had only become worse as she struggled to adapt to life aboard a starship.

Fortunately for her, M'Rerra had been inspired by her passion, work ethic, and enthusiasm almost from day one. She had made a point to take the young prodigy under her wing, teaching her about the chain of command, how to defend herself, and how to be confident and bold in social settings. Si'o had come to see her as both a mentor and a big sister at the same time, and the two had grown very close, spending a great deal of their off-hours together.

Now, however, Si'o was facing her biggest challenge yet.

She had agreed to take the night shift on the bridge for one of her colleagues, manning the secondary science station for eight hours. While she had been on the bridge many times before to work on various projects, the idea of being responsible for the lives of others in a crisis hung over her like a lead weight. She had been mostly successful in channeling M'Rerra's confidence in doing her duty, she reasoned that a little last-minute pep talk couldn't hurt before she made her way up to the bridge.

Focused totally on her shift ahead of her, and totally unaware of what was going on behind the doors she now stood in front of, she pressed a clawed finger against the pad on the side of the door.

Inside, the heat between M'Rerra and Mark was reaching its flash-point. The young human Captain let out moan after moan of pleasure as he felt his lover's velvety walls tighten around him like a slick vice. His hips gave resounding 'pop' against her rear as he quickened his pace, and he grabbed her long, thick tail, earning him a feral growl of delight from M'Rerra.

“Karaaaa…!" Mark breathed as he continued to pick up the pace, his anticipation building as he felt his release coming closer and closer.

“Oh, Marrrk, rrrrrgghhhmmrrrh! Yessss…more…!" she hissed back, the combination of pleasure and pain from her tail bringing her closer to her peak as well.

Just as it seemed that there was nothing in the whole galaxy but the two of them and their pleasure, the high-pitched beep of the door chime froze their passion like a blast of cold wind, stopping them dead in their tracks. Both human and caitian sucked in a gasp of surprise as they looked over at the door, Mark remaining deep inside his lover's warm, slick core.

“Rrrrgmmhh, who the hell could that be?" M'Rerra wondered, still breathing heavily.

“That's…very odd. It can't be for me, no one knows I'm here and I'd have gotten a call from the bridge if they needed me. Who's dropping by your quarters at 2350 hours?" Mark echoed, his anxiety beginning to build as well.

Despite their passion for each other, both knew the importance of setting an example for the rest of the crew.

It would look incredibly unprofessional for anyone to see them like this.

The door chime sounded again.

It might as well have nails running down a chalkboard to M'Rerra.

She could feel as strange mix of exhilaration and anger beginning to fester within her. Sure, there was a strange sense of excitement at the possibility of getting caught, but there was also the fact that the interruption was delaying the orgasm that she so desperately wanted from her human lover. She had to do something about it right away, but still play it as if nothing was happening.

“Should I…? Mark murmured, beginning to tentatively remove himself from her before she slammed her hips back into him, keeping him deep within her depths.

“Rgghhmm, oh no you don't, you stay right there," she said urgently.

“But…"

“Ssshhhh! I'll…handle it," she shushed, anxiety beginning to snake its way into her self-confidence and sewing the seeds of doubt within her.

Propping herself on one hand, she reached over to her nightstand and tapped the panel that activated the intercom.

“Who is it?" She called, as evenly as she could.

“It's Ensign S'io, ma'am!" came the bubbly reply from the young caitian on the other side of the door.

“Uhh…hello S'io…what is it?" M'Rerra asked tenatively, unsure how to get rid of her without hurting her feelings.

“Uh, sorry to bother you, but I have a bridge shift in ten minutes, I just wanted to see if you could give me any advice, I could really use it."

M'Rerra internally face-palmed, letting out a growl of frustration. As much as she liked her young friend, her lover was still inside her, and every moment spent talking was a moment that kept her from the orgasm she craved. Still, she had to let S'io down easy to allay suspicion.

“Um, I'm a little…busy right now, S'io, but just…keep your eye on your station, report what you see, don't offer your opinion unless your superior asks for it, and we'll talk about it after you're done, ok?"

M'Rerra's muscles tensed and her teeth ground together in embarrassment as she realized her choice of words had been far more cryptic than she intended.

“Oh, rrghh…alright, M'Rerra. I'll uh, let you know how it goes," Si'o said with a mewl of disappointment and anxiety that she'd have to go into the shift without re-assurance from her mentor.

Back inside, Mark's attention had shifted to another problem. Although his member was still within the warm embrace of his partner's depths, he was losing his hard-on with each passing moment. More than that, he was just as frustrated as M'Rerra was about being held up by an Ensign's insecurity, and there was no way he wanted to become completely flaccid and then have to start the process of arousal all over again. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he slowly began to slide in and out of her, just slow enough to maintain his erection.

Little did he know it would be just enough to backfire on him right at that moment.

“Alright, S'io, I'll talk to you later, unnnngh…" M'Rerra grunted at the renewed contact, whipping her head around in surprise to meet her lover's strained expression.

Mark looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar as he looked at her with his brow at full attention and his teeth clenched.

On the other side of the door, S'io turned to walk back to the turbolift. But, the peculiar sound from her mentor stopped her dead in her tracks, and curiosity began to snake its way into her mind. It was the catalyst that opened the floodgates of suspicion, and she walked back to the door with a frown on her face.

“M'Rerra…are you alright? Why won't you open the door?" she asked, confusion beginning to slither into her tone.

“No, I'm just in the-unnghh…middle of something. I'll see you in the morning, ok?"

The sensation of her mate's shaft slipping slowly in and out of her core was absolutely mesmerizing and over-rode the vestiges of self-restraint that were telling M'Rerra to stop and wait for S'io to leave. Her release was so close she could almost reach out and touch it, and the sheer want of it let dozens of naughty thoughts into her head that she'd have never considered before.

'Screw it' she thought. Nothing was going to deny her her orgasm tonight, even if she had to do it behind her friend's back.

“Is everything ok?" S'io tentatively asked from the outside, concern building in her tone as she furrowed her brow.

“Yes, everthing's fine."

“Keep going!" M'Rerra silently mouthed to Mark with a devilish grin, curling her tail around his chest.

Mark might has well have been a deer in headlights as his eyebrows shot to attention and an odd cocktail of confusion, surprise and anxiety gripped him.

“Wha…? She'll hear us-" Mark mouthed back to her, his hand leaving the fine fur of her right buttock and gesturing to the door to emphasize his point.

“Just do it!" M'Rerra ordered, baring her teeth and snapping Mark into line as he rolled his eyes hesitation, before slowly increasing his pace.

His teeth strained against each other, almost grinding themselves down in anxiety, as he took extreme care to avoid making a sound, thrusting into her velvety, slick depths.

Outside, S'io was now thoroughly confused by M'Rerra's evasiveness. She slowly leaned up against the door, as if to try and hear what was going on inside, earning her a few odd looks from passersby.

“M'Rerra, uhh…you sound weird. You know you can talk to me if you're not ok, right?"

“No, no-ungghh, don't-mmmngh worry, everything's…_ungggh…_ok," M'Rerra responded, trying to sound as even as possible as the pleasure of Mark's member sliding back and forth along her internal nubs pushed her tantalizingly closer to her peak.

“Ok…but you'll come talk with me after my shift, right?"

“Surrrre-nnnngh, you can tell me all-nnnggghh about it, just not-unggh rrrrhhhh-rrrright now…"

M'Rerra silently cursed to herself, wishing Si'o would just drop it and go away. The heat in her loins had built to a flash-point and she could feel her internal muscles wrapping themselves securely around her human mate's throbbing manhood.

He was driving her absolutely crazy, filling her to the brim, and all she wanted to do was let out a roar of approval at how good her was making her feel, just as she had before.

S'io looked away from the door for a moment, a pensive frown on her face as the gears slowly began to turn in her head. She was only six months into her eighteenth year and just barely coming into sexual maturity herself. Though she wasn't opposed to the idea of finding a mate, her devotion to her studies had left her little time nor interest in such carnal matters.

However, it hadn't sheltered her from the frequent coy propaganda about 'boyfriends' that she had received from her non-Caitian friends at the academy, particularly from human females. She suddenly recalled many a social gathering where one of her more popular friends had snuck off with a male to a secluded location so he could 'tell her something really cool'. At first, she had as been naïve and gullible as anyone with a sheltered childhood might have been. However, she had also been blessed with a sharp wit, and it hadn't taken her long to figure out what was really going on, just as she was figuring out what her mentor and 'big-sister' was doing right now.

“Are you…" she started, a sly, knowing grin forming on her face as she leaned into the door.

“Are you mating someone…?"

Both Caitian and Human threw their eyes wide open in horror among gasping breaths. The realization threatened to split their passion wide open like an axe through a tree. They had to stop and Mark had to hide while M'Rerra made an excuse for the noise. For a split second, M'Rerra cursed herself for thinking that she could sneak an orgasm right under the Ensign's nose and get away with it.

But, it was far too late to stop.

Mark, almost holding his breath to hide his ragged gasps, suddenly tensed up tenfold, grabbing M'Rerra's cheeks with a vice-like grip. One last thrust brought him as deep as he could go into her, her cervix opening to allow him to reach all the way into her womb.

“No-unnnngghh…" M'Rerra tried to get out over the intercom before the feeling of his penetration rocketed her over the edge of the cliff as well.

Her powerful grip threatened to rip the bedsheets as she felt the walls of her cervix clamp down on his member, locking him inside. Splash after splash of his warm, thick cum coated every inch of her passage, filling her to the brim.

The pleasure, the closeness, the fullness was so overwhelming, it almost made her weak.

Oh, how she had longed for moments like this.

In that moment, it was just her and Mark.

S'io, the ship, the crew, their duty; none of it mattered.

There was only the two of them and the joy and comfort they shared in each other.

Suddenly, the world came flooding back and she realized to her horror that long grunt of pleasure was made the most incriminating noise she could possibly have made. Even as the throes of orgasm had not yet abated, she drew on her security officer persona to give the most stern and convincing response she could give.

“No."

Unfortunately, it worked a little too well.

Now S'io was thoroughly confused. M'Rerra wasn't making any sense at all. M'Rerra had always been honest with her. She was almost sure her mentor had been mating someone, but why would she sound so annoyed if she had been doing that? Still, she was sure she had heard weird grunts coming from inside. Curiosity was transmuted into determination as her tone became urgent. She had to know what was going on.

“Can I come in? You sound really strange…"

“Unnnghh…hold on S'io…" M'Rerra said, trying to stifle a contented purr as Mark removed himself from her depths.

The lustrous warm feeling that her climax had brought on a pall of fatigue and sleepiness, and M'Rerra fought to stave it off as she looked to her lover for any suggestions about what to do next. The strained expression on his face told her he was just as panicked as she was, and they both had a moment of unspoken understanding. He knew just as well as she did that S'io's sense of smell would pick up the scent of the sticky substance now coating her inner walls. There was little they could do to play it off in such a short time. Mark then made an offhand gesture to the sonic shower in the little room adjacent to the bedding area of her quarters. M'Rerra gasped as she looked to the sink counter and saw a pink spray bottle lying in plain sight, glistening under the light of the room.

It gave her an idea.

In one motion, she shoved Mark off the bed and gestured to the washroom. She grabbed his broad shoulders with two hands, shepherding him over to the sonic shower and turning it on. As he took his place inside it, she joined him for a moment, reaching into herself to clean out the excess spunk that had begun to trickle out of her. Then, with sheer deftness of motion, she leapt out of the shower, grabbed the bottle of perfume from the counter and began spraying it through the washroom and all throughout her quarters. After each area had been thoroughly sprayed, she grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her nude form and walking to the door control.

Outside, Si'o's frustration was building by the second, and she was about to say something when the doors hissed open and the tall golden furred Caitian female stood before her, reeking of some strange scent.

“Hello, S'io," she said as casually as she could, leaning her arm against the door jamb.

S'io stifled a cough as the pungency of the floral-smelling perfume assaulted her sensitive nostrils.

“M'Rerra, ugh, what is that?"

“I, uh…had a bit of a problem with some Idryll perfume I picked up on Risa."

“That's perfume?" the young Caitian said incredulously.

“Yes, it...turns out it's quite a bit more potent than advertised. I've been in the sonic shower for twenty minutes trying to get it out so I can get to sleep."

A spark of realization pierced through Si'o's consciousness and her eyes shot up in realization.

“Ohhhh, so that's why you sounded so strange, you were trying to get the scent out of your fur, right?"

“Heh, yes, what did you think I was doing in there?" M'Rerra laughed jovially, trying and failing to keep her mind off the sheer pleasure of what had really just happened.

“Uhhh, nevermind," S'io backpedaled in embarrassment.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok before I went to the bridge, my shift starts in a few minutes."

“Well then, snap to it, ensign!" She ordered, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

“Aye, ma'am!" She responded, straightening to attention and turning to leave.

“Just do what I told you and concentrate, you'll be fine," M'Rerra reassured as S'io strode purposefully down the corridor and back into the turbolift.

The awkward encounter now over, M'Rerra let out a sigh and growl of exasperation as she closed the doors and walked back to the washroom, letting her towel drape back over the hanger in the room, revealing her nude form once again. A relieved grin bloomed on her face as she opened the door to find her mate relaxing under the comfortable heat of the sonic shower. The sight of the tall naked Catian drew him out of his complacency and he looked to her with a nervous smile as he let out the words that they both were thinking at the same time.

“Kara, that was way too close…"

“Rrrrhmm, I know, Mark. Kind of…exciting though, yes? Rrrgghhmm…" She purred, her arousal beginning to return at the sight of her mate's thin, yet toned frame standing before her in all his glory.

“What if we'd been caught…?"

“Mark, until the crew knows about us, there's always going to be risk involved in doing this. We can't just shy away from intimacy because of a close call, can we?" She added assertively.

“Speaking of…rrrmgggh…" She growled huskily as she noticed his member beginning to stand up again.

A warm, yet naughty feeling spread throughout her, knowing that all it took to turn him on was the mere sound of her voice. With a slow, sensual agility, she lowered herself to her knees and released her rough, feline tongue from her mouth, dragging it along his length and cleaning up the remains of their passion from his manhood. A ragged groan of pleasure was all that could be heard from the washroom before the door to the sonic shower slowly closed under its own power.

It was going to be a long night indeed.