Overheated Ctarl

Training or Rutting?

by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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"Y'know, you don't have to do this," Aisha began.

"Please," Jim almost begged, his eyes imploring Aisha to fulfill his request.

The Ctarl sighed, "Ok, but if I say stop then we stop, do you get me?"

"Yeah, I gotcha," he nodded.

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Duuz looked out of the corner of his eye at Valeria. He knew she had been sending text based messages, but he didn't know to whom nor could he find out. He didn't have that sort of clearance. Oh, he could ask the chief security officer to pull the log, but she did have privilege of rank and it hadn't been discouraged to use such a way to communicate privately. But Valeria was behaving differently and Duuz noticed those sorts of things. However, for now, it was effecting her performance, so he would let it go, but keep an eye on her, just in case.

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The blond sat back in his command chair. None of his officers had noticed him punching away at the keys on his right control arm. He knew that they were able to smell Valeria's scent all over him. Of course, since he was admiral none of them would dare to say anything for fear of rebuke or worse. Seeing a message from Valeria he scanned the message, made sure no one was paying attention, and replied.

"Sir, why have we taken position close to the Angel Links division?" his second asked. The blond rubbed at his temples. They had to stick him with a first officer that was a stickler for the rules.

"We were not given specific orders instructing us to take a specific locations, unless you know something I do not," the green eyed Ctarl said, piercing his first wit a look.

"No sir, I just thought we should be closer to our own ships is all."

"That's your problem, you thought," the blond replied. "I didn't order you to think now did I?"

"No sir," he replied and went back to work. The blond smirked and sent a message telling Valeria of what he had done.

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Valeria grinned to herself. For a runt, he certainly knew how to keep his crew in line. She frowned, hearing the beeping at one of the consoles.

"Report," she barked.

"It's one of our long range scouts...the ship's returned," Duuz reported.

"Great," Valeria said sarcastically. The ship wasn't supposed to return until it was time for the entire fleet to depart. It's early returned meant that the enemy was on the move, once again.

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"They are trying to hunt us down!" the Ctarl general ranted.

"Yes. The fleet will be hear within another 36 hours. By that time, most of our ships will be ready to go," the Terran general informed.

"Do we draw them away from Blue Heaven?"

"No good, we would have to leave too soon. There are still 15% of our fleet who's sub-ether drives are damaged. Once they are repaired, we'll take a position a half parsec away from Blue Heaven. I want their sensors to see what we've been facing."

"Keh, that'll show them that we might just need help next time we're around here," the Ctarl general spat out.

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They were both sweating. Well, Jim was. Aisha wasn't even breaking a sweat, but they were both topless, but this had a side effect, for when one was close enough, one would tease the other. Jim would either let his hands play across her breasts, or Aisha would tweak Jim's nipples. Aisha was getting wet and Jim was getting quite hard.

Tiring of this, Aisha knocked Jim to the floor of their room on Blue Heaven. Jim, thinking that this was more sparring, tried to escape from out under her, and almost did, but Aisha stopped him. Knowing what to do, he started rubbing her belly, making her loosen her hold of him and he slipped underneath Aisha and got on top of her, pressing her front into the carpeted floor.

"Gotcha," he whispered in her ear. She growled.

"Terran," she growled, "I'm not training you, I want to fuck you!" she snarled and bucked him off, sending him to the floor. She pounced and ripped his pants and boxers off. Tearing off her own pants, she spun and placed her pussy over his face and ground herself against his face.

"Lick me!" she demanded and squeezed his upper head to make sure he got the order. Feeling Jim's tongue on her cunt, the Ctarl sighed and took her mate's cock into her mouth. Her claws gently teased his sack as her tongue roughly licked away at his penis.

Jim moaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He took her clit into his mouth and began sucking. He then noticed something that he hadn't before. At the bottom end of her pussy, there seemed to be another clit. Smiling, he continued his work on her top clit, but started rubbing his thumb roughly against her lower clit, making her come off of his cock and snarl in pleasure.

"Yes! You stop and I won't ever let you cum!" she shouted and laid her head back down, telling herself to get him off first, that way, she wouldn't hurt her mate when the orgasm that Jim was building up in her hit. She knew she would probably lose control of her strength and she didn't need to do that with her favorite part of him in her mouth. Humming her pleasure, Jim groaned and came, giving the Ctarl a salty treat.

Once Aisha had gotten every bit of Jim's salty cum, she planted her hands, one to each side, on the carpet and groaned, moaned, hissed, then roared as her pussy gushed out fluids as she came like never before, flooding her mate's mouth with her own juices. She quivered as her head rested on his leg as her body was numb from the pleasure.

"Hey! You two done?! We've got to get back to the ship! The Sith and Rorgans are itching for another fight!" Gene shouted through the door.

Vowing that they would both kill the red headed outlaw later, the couple got their uniforms on and started quickly packing their things.

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The fleet took a position, a half parsec from Blue Heaven. The fleet was now deployed in such away as to keep the different classes of ships of ships mixed together instead of in class divisions.

Smaller grappler ships were positioned with dreadnought Earth ships and smaller Ctarl ships.

The larger Grappler ships, which the Outlaw Star barely fit the category, along with heavier cruisers and normal Ctarl battleships were all together. The battle plan was simple. The grappler ships would lunge forward, and grab ahold of any enemy ship they could so that the rest of the fleet could pound away at the captured ship. The grappler ships would make sure to keep any missiles from hitting their brethren ships by firing off their own missiles.

When the enemy fleet came out of sub-ether, the grappler ships pounced. It took the Sith and Rorgans by surprise, and they lost about 15% of their ships before they returned fire, trying to destroy the grappler ships.

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"Well, what do you know, this is working," the Ctarl general let out. However, a console beeped and the other fleet of Sith ships, which they had seen at Farfallas came out of sub-ether. This infuriated the Ctarl general. The new fleet of ships made the grappler ships back off in order not to get slaughter like last time.

"Damn it!" he swore. Then, the beeping sound sounded off again. The general's eyes widen, thinking that it was a third fleet of ships, but to his astonishment, and relief, it was the new batch of Ctarl ships, along with a punch of new Earth ships as well.

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"What in the world are those?" Gene asked.

"Those are carrier class ships," Gilliam reported. "They are supposed to be able to carry several smaller ships and have more fire power than five large Federation battle cruisers."

To prove Gilliam's point, the carrier ships opened fire and ripped through the lines of Sith and Rorgan ships. Knowing when not to fight, the Sith and Rorgans jumped into sub-ether.

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"All ships," the Terran general said over the fleet wide channel, 'prepare to go do sub-ether. All vessels that cannot make the trip or need repairs, link up with one of the carrier vessels. Set course for Heifong," he ordered and once all ships were ready, the fleet jumped, heading for Heifong.