Well.

That was productive.

Liz figured she’d feel a sense of shame for how things went with Aoi on this slow stroll back to her bunk, but no. No shame. No guilt. Aoi needed an attitude adjustment, and only a Liz willing to get as handsy as Bailey was necessary to get the job done. A stubborn girl needed a stubborn woman, and Liz fulfilled that role…

…and Gods, it was fun, too.

She was satisfied in a way she hadn’t been in years. For a moment, an ever so brief one, she didn’t need to be the flawless ideal of a rebel hero. No worrying about the mortality of her comrades, a certain few especially. It was the feeling that she reveled in her youth. Freedom to be her and the opportunity to experience something other than war without an end.

Liz fought for many an ideal. The chance to be free again. To retire in a galaxy that served its people, and abandoned the failure of a class system. The latter was forever important to her, but ideals, war, and the mortality of those she fought with, bonded with, and slept with weren’t on the menu tonight.

No. Tonight, as she approached the door to her shared bunk with a few slowed steps, Liz needed to focus on one thing.

Bailey Cluanaire.

She was always up to something. Bailey lived for her little plans and occasionally innocent schemes, but this many months teasing and attaching to Liz?

The mostly harmless dinner date?

The Sasha threesome?

Hell, whatever nonsense she had going on with the imperial-turned-rebel hero even seemed to null those rumored roofying habits! None of it added up. There was an angle. There was some prize that Bailey was trying to claim, like a cat sneaking up on a distracted bird…

…

Maybe it was even the angle that Liz couldn’t accept. The one that would send her over the edge. The one Liz might even want…

Was Liz her prize…?

…

Liz couldn’t waste time hypothesizing about this. Bailey loved nothing more than getting in your head and stirring your brain around. Liz would get answers tonight…

Even if those answers only complicated their dynamic more…

With a deep breath and some reserved confidence from her stint jerking Aoi into compliance, Liz pushed the button to the side of her bunk’s door and watched it slide open. After taking two steps into her slightly more spacious than average living quarters, Liz was hit by what felt like a fit of complete paralysis.

There Bailey was, laid back on her bed with her back leaning against the cold metal wall behind it, toying with a purple lollipop between her lips, which already curled into a smile when Liz made her cursory steps inside.

Their recent… activities… were spontaneous. They were sudden, aggressive, and lightning fast, with little time to truly appreciate each other’s beauty. There certainly wasn’t time for such ogling when they were getting competitive over Sasha, either; that was more a depraved brawl than intimate loving.

Now, though? Oh, Gods, Liz could stare all she wanted, and in her mood, how could she help it? Bailey was like a picturesque goddess. A demonic seductress. From head to toe, she was the woman Liz saw in her earliest wet dreams made real. Her beautiful, dark-orange hair, fashioned in a short side part, framed her round, perfect face in a way that could make Liz blush from a well-timed wink, enhanced by her almost glowing, amber eyes.

Loath as Liz was to admit it, Bailey’s near-pinups (and sometimes, actual pinups) that command called propaganda posters had their… visual appeal. She had a body made to sell ideals and a face made to flaunt beauty.

That face, though? It wasn’t the beginning of what Bailey showed off tonight. As Liz’s eyes trailed down silently in her slow-motion-feeling daze, she appreciated every fine detail that made Bailey beautiful.

Bailey’s soft breasts, just about able to fit into the same D-cup-sized bras as Liz’s fine pair. Gorgeous…

Bailey’s skin, a lightish shade of brown, was given the kind of routine Liz never quite cared enough to give her pale form. The ex-merc’s body, meanwhile, was like touching pure velvet…

Bailey’s toned, cared-for abs. She’d seen plenty of girls tongue-worship those in her days…

Bailey’s plush thighs and plump, swimsuit model-quality ass. Nobody ever managed to compete for Liz…

As much as Liz tried to steer clear of praising it for… reasons… Bailey’s dick was nothing to scoff at. Impressive even flaccid, and far more when it was inside her. 

You know. When Liz was powerbottoming. Obviously she wouldn’t let Bailey truly top…

…

Most of the time…

All of that beauty was roped in a divinely posed package, too. One of Bailey’s legs crossed the other at its knee, and a clear effort was made to keep almost every one of those aforethought assets visible to Liz when she walked into the room. Fucking succubus… What was her angle?

The more Liz pondered the visual perfection of Bailey Cluanaire, the more it dawned on her what the angle could be. Could Bailey really be doing all this for…

…

No. Bailey wasn’t like that. She was never like that. Don’t get distracted by sentiment, Liz; you’d already gotten plenty distracted by the carnal desire a perfect-looking woman brought out already.

“So is your nose about to start bleeding, or would I need to be hard for that~?” Bailey’s need to tease Liz just as the white-haired ogler got her bearings fortunately wrecked any chance of further distractions. The task at hand, Liz. Focus on getting info out of this two-timer.

“You wouldn’t have posed like a porn star if you didn’t want me taking a look, would you?” Liz took her chance to fire back, still feeling the energy Aoi had given her a mere few minutes ago. A small smile joined a light blush while Liz shut the door behind her and locked it.

No intrusions. No guests. She was already walking towards the wardrobe in their bordering spacious bunk. There was no time for Bailey’s shenanigans. None!

“Had me posing for a while too. Was worried you broke a hip riding Aoi, Lizzy.” Liz was barely through the door, and Bailey’s smirky negging was already turned on full force. Predictable. A double date followed by rough play with Liz behind the wheel? Her angle may somehow have still been a puzzle to Liz, but the reasoning for that was obvious.

Damn brat. She’d show her and get answers.

“Please. You were no help, but I left with what I wanted. She just needed a firm hand.” Liz’s tone had some fire in it that perked Bailey up a bit, and she couldn’t even see the small smile creeping wider on Liz’s face while she opened the doors to their wardrobe. “Convince a girl I’m some chasing bottom bitch again and see where it gets you, Bailey.” A little more fire, some obvious confidence. If Bailey wanted the old Liz, she’d get her alright.

All eight silicone inches of her.

“Got her nice and agreeable for you, hm? Fun gal, ain’t she~?” Bailey, mistress of innuendo that she was, probably could have given Liz a ten-page thesis on Liz’s visit to Aoi and called it down to the messy cumshot.

“Fun enough when she knows her place.” Liz replied with a brisk bit of dismissive agreement while she perused the open wardrobe. Calling it a shared one may have understated how much Bailey had managed to dominate the limited storage of their bunk in just a few short months.

Liz owned two flight suits, the clothes currently on her body and a nearly identical outfit hanging next to her uniforms. Bailey, meanwhile, had three custom combat suits and a ludicrous six varying outfits for her casual wear. She had the manners to hang up tonight’s outfit herself, clean freak that she was, but it all left the wardrobe smelling like a leather polish factory whenever it was opened.

That didn’t account for her boots either. Five pairs. Who the hell needed five pairs of lavishly expensive boots? Liz was content with the one decent pair of leather military ones she got every few years. Kept them clean. Kept them polished. Surely that was enough.

The contrast reminded Liz that Bailey was a shining death ray of capitalistic excess… something Liz might be able to fix one day, she hoped.

That internal tangent aside, Liz was secretly thankful that Bailey’s love for showing off meant her lavish, leather-centric outfits weren’t the only things stored with Liz’s simple clothing. Maybe she should have been mad about the array of depraved sex toys sitting on a low shelf in a wardrobe. No attempt to hide them. No concept of subtlety. Sitting right under Liz’s outfits were collars, leashes, plugs, dildos, two ball gags, and that damn, somewhat alluring whip. All unnecessary indulgences, but those defined Bailey to her core.

For Liz’s part, she’d stopped hiding hers too, though her display of sexual paraphernalia wasn’t as pricey nor deranged. A basic harness and a dildo to attach to it. That was all Liz needed when things were normal, but she and Bailey were anything but.

Liz gave it a moment of thought… Did she really need these…?

“You don’t have to ask, Lizzy. My toys are your toys if you’re feeling bold tonight~.” Bailey spoke some words of smug encouragement, yet Liz’s mind still wasn’t made up. Was tonight one of dominance with her own hands, or would extra tools help her get answers?

With a huff, she focused on getting undressed before anything else occurred. A simple task done with little fanfare. Jacket. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. Boots. All off in a flash and with minimal flair… though Liz did strike a subtle pose while she haphazardly hung her outfit back up, giving it a little bit more of a push while she window-shopped Bailey’s sex toys.

She kept the gloves, too. A little leather helped her confidence, unfortunately…

“Lucky me. Showing off the best ass in the galaxy for a reason, Lizzy?” Bailey was quick to note Liz’s pose and quicker still to admire her… partner’s form. Good. Admire every inch of it, you pervert.

Admittedly, there was plenty to admire too; Liz wasn’t quite so humble as to say otherwise. It was a body like Bailey's, down to the toned abs and shapely, bouncy ass. Both even had backs and organs of metal, wires, and dubious synthetic components, though the harsher, scratched steel that made up Liz may have been more quaint than Bailey’s cyber-arm powering augments.

Still, the two were a real match for each other, sans Bailey’s cock, but there were ways around that…

“Mh, maybe you want to bottom tonight after all, Lizzy~?” Getting cold feet, Bailey? Precious. This woman needed to be put in her place. Now.

“It’s the only time you’re seeing it tonight. I figured you might as well savor that, right?” Liz teased back with a growing, cocksure smile and a teasing tone reserved nigh-exclusively for Bailey. She was close to figuring out her toolset, if she bothered with them at all. Liz wasn’t one for shocks; that felt beneath her. A leash was for a wild animal or a former United Arcadium pilot, and Bailey was neither of those.

The harness and strap were a must, right? She needed a prosthetic edge over Bailey.

Hm, the gag, though? Tempting.

The whip? Oh, she got a little wet just thinking about using one again.

“So confident tonight, Lizzy. Hope you can back up that talk… I’m no Aoi, y’know~.” Bailey sure wasn’t Aoi, and she didn’t need coos of sexual excitement to figure that one out. Aoi was agreeable, morally solid, and an admittedly weak tease when it came down to her own material. Bailey was a smug, sly brat.

Aoi was fun-loving. Bailey was depraved…

“I think you’ll find…” And Liz knew just what a depraved brat needed tonight, but she had to be sure. With sly words, Liz grabbed both Bailey’s whip and one of her ball gags, turning around to face her spectator before shooting her a smile of pure, unfiltered confidence. “...I’m going to back up every fucking word.” While delivering her words with a serious, cocky dominance Bailey hadn’t heard in over fifteen years, and with that whip firmly in her leather-gloved left hand, Liz felt invulnerable again.

Rather ironic, too. Liz’s first time bringing out a whip for Bailey led to a nervous conversation about whether it was okay if Liz used it on her… For reasons…

Ah, she still remembered the belly laugh and following affirmation of trust like it was yesterday. Now, though, it only took another second of psyching herself up until…

CRAHK!

With a sound that pierced the memories of Liz and Bailey both, she gave the ground beneath her one strong crack of her whip, and Gods, it felt absolutely magical… Nostalgic too. The sound it made was pulled straight from a reminiscence she didn’t even know she still had.

The whipping skill never faded. Pure talent like Liz’s never did, and as much as she had run from it over the years, the dominant woman she could be was a fine, trained skill… and it was time to put it to use.

“Look at you…” Bailey didn’t even flinch, but that was expected; the woman was a fiery fountain of fetishistic fury even before they’d separated. Liz saw something twitch between Bailey’s legs, though, and that gave away Bailey’s unfazed nature. “Getting your hands on a whip again? For me? Might convert me to those commie ways yet, Lizzy. Meow~.”” Bailey may not have been unfazed, but she was smug as ever. Liz knew better than anyone that no woman had managed to break her, and seeing Liz try with her own tools was likely to be pure entertainment for the ex-merc.

No. As fun as it would have been to batter Bailey with the long whip of Liz’s dominance. As utterly, truly cathartic as that delicious act may have sounded right now, that wouldn’t do. If she was going to get answers from Bailey Cluanaire…

...she’d do it with her own damn hands.

“Mm… No.  I think I want some loyalty from you before I give you the marks you really want.” Liz spoke with a sly, almost toying cadence in her voice. Both the whip and the gag were tossed to the floor, though Liz took a final second to admire the latter first. She’d make it hers, but that was for another time. “Off the bed and on your knees. Get rid of the lollipop, too. No bullshit.” The slyness was promptly replaced with a militaristic level of order barking. Aoi was easy. Bailey was a test, and Liz needed to pull out everything tonight, even if the brat feigned agreeability.

Her own hands and the strap. That was all Liz needed, and she remained confident in that as she put on her harness and attached the thick, eight-inch slab of orange silicone with precise experience. It was a skill she’d never forgotten, and Bailey’s return only gave her ample time for the rust and dust to wear off.

Insatiable, that woman was…

Bailey, amused and aroused in equal measure, watched Liz with obvious hunger in her eyes. Hunger Liz hadn’t seen in an age. “Mhm… Your wish is my command tonight, Lizzy~.” Hunger in her eyes, sly doubt in her voice. That was Bailey to a tee.

But, hey, she obeyed Liz’s order, at least. She did so by taking a loud, cocky bite into her half-done lollipop, all gone in one bite of her sharp, glistening white teeth, with the stick promptly tossed onto the nightstand separating their two beds after. Psychopath.

“Sure…” Even as the ex-merc made her way towards Liz, Bailey’s doubtful tone was matched by Liz’s own. Bailey Cluanaire? Following orders in the bedroom? It was laughable, but was it any more laughable than her joining the rebels or behaving on a casual dinner date?

No. Certainly not…

So… why…?

“Lube’s on the nightstand, by the way. Aren’t I helpful~?” Ah, there was the catch. Bailey cooed her words again just inches from Liz’s face, ready to make her partner submit to a slightly annoying game. Liz didn’t need that tonight.

No, she had a better idea. One that was Bailey’s fault for not getting the damn bottle herself.

“Unnecessary. I have a way you can be far more helpful…” With Bailey standing tall in front of Liz, a sexual tension neither had quite felt in a while loomed over them both. Exploitable tension, too. Liz’s hand gunned for Bailey in a flash, grabbing her by the shoulder to place some firm pressure down on it. Not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to send a message. “On your knees. I think there might be an actual damn use for that mouth of yours.” Liz was excited enough that it dragged slightly on her serious, commanding voice, but you wouldn’t see Bailey complaining.

Liz sure saw her smiling and heard her laughing under her breath, though…

“That’s a new one, Lizzy. I’m almost proud!” There was something both sickening and uncomfortably soothing about Bailey’s praise, but without any major resistance from the seductress, she was on her knees, eyes glaring up at Liz’s eyes, then moving down to her artificial cock.

A strange level of obedience from her…

Liz waited for a moment… then she saw Bailey’s mouth open to speak… Wait for it… “Bet it feels nice to be bigger than me, hm? Just tell me when t— MFGHHH!!!” Got her ass.

Bailey wasn’t even given a chance to finish before Liz made her first move. With a rough pull of Bailey’s hair, Liz pushed a good five inches of her strap-on into the ex-merc’s waiting maw with a feeling of intense satisfaction.

No talking.

No negging.

For a wondrous moment, Bailey was silent.

“Shut it for a minute. Lube this puppy up good, and both of us might enjoy this.” Liz didn’t skip a beat in ordering Bailey around with her rediscovered domineering tone. Hell, why should she have? Bailey wasn’t going to butt in with an interrupting tease or a bratty few words of noncompliance, and once the shock intrusion of Liz’s strap had worn off, the former merc seemed fine with working the ace’s silicone.

Too fine… No attempts to pull away? No groping at Liz’s ass to try and distract her? This was wrong, but it felt so right in the moment that Liz almost couldn’t care.

“Mfghk~.” Bailey’s pleased moans and oddly content gags made sure it was still almost, though. In a rare bit of comfort, oral wasn’t one of Bailey’s accrued talents. Typically girls either sucked her off or she skipped right to power-bottoming, so Liz needed to consider a poor gag reflex while she pushed her remaining inches down Bailey’s tight throat.

“That’s it. Isn’t it nicer when you shut up and do your job, Bailey?” Liz took her chance to gloat as she pulled about half of her strap out of Bailey’s mouth. Liz spoke strong, smug words, but she did care about making sure her artificial cock was sufficiently up to tonight’s task. The last thing she wanted was Bailey’s blood on an expensive toy… and Liz cared a lot about her, too… her greatest weakness…

“Mhmmfff…” Bailey replied with an indiscernible muffled sound and a following eye roll directly in Liz’s view. She seemed to be phoning it in a little with her silicone lubing too. Not a fucking chance, Cluanaire. Tonight you were doing what Liz told you.

“Hey!” Liz yelled out with a raised voice, injecting some of her pent up aggression into her tone and, pivotally, a sharply delivered slap to Bailey’s cheek. No need to feel bad about it. They’d done worse in front of Sasha, after all. “If I wanted a shitty attitude and poor work, I’d have rammed this down Lark’s throat instead. Do your job!” Liz’s feeling of relief as she took out months of confusion turned annoyance on Bailey was joined by a Bailey-esque smile curling up her lips.

Bailey only responding with a smile and more diligent-looking suckling? That was everything. Weird, but everything. Why not smile when the most beautiful woman Liz had ever seen was doing what she was told for once?

Over and over, Liz thrust in and pulled out to give Bailey room to coat every little inch of that silicone in sticky, warm spit. Top to bottom. When she pushed in too deep, she got a host of gags caused by Bailey’s oral inexperience. When she pulled out far enough, Bailey’s sensual moans and sloppy mouth sounds were like a messy melody just for Liz to savor.

The rhythm became irresistibly electric, so tingly that she could have watched Bailey drool and gag on her artificial cock for the rest of the night.

Alas, Liz had plans that required Bailey’s ability to speak, and there were likely limits to Bailey’s willingness to cooperate. One couldn’t interrogate if their… partner… was gagged by a dildo, after all.

“Mghk…” With a wet sound escaping Bailey’s freed lips, Liz pulled her strap-on away from the diligent ex-merc. No words from her yet, but even a woman experienced in the art of giving fellatio would need a breather after Liz’s workout.

With Bailey catching her breath, Liz saw a chance to get the first word in and avoid a back-and-forth. “Not bad, Bailey. Maybe we found your mouth’s true calling, hm?” Liz led with a rare teasing jeer of her own, garnering a smirk out of Bailey she couldn’t help but love before continuing. “Come on, up and at 'em. This gets easier for both of us if you're a good girl and bend over~.” Maybe the feeling of old-school dominance was getting to Liz’s head a little…

…and perhaps she was forgetting that Bailey wasn’t quite the same switch she was when they met, too.

For her part, Bailey stood up as soon as her breath was caught, but all that led to was the cocky woman stepping a little closer to Liz. Close enough for their tits to squish lightly together, their cocks, real or otherwise, to press against the other, and for Bailey to be in close enough kissing distance to make Liz run hot.

If it was an attempt at intimidating Liz, then it failed miserably. If it was an attempt to make Liz admire Bailey’s gorgeous face for a moment… it was a lot more effective.

Gods, why did Bailey have to be so fucking beautiful…?

“Make me, Nataliza~.” Bailey’s following words were quiet. They had a breathy, nearly romantic softness that Liz hadn’t heard in so long. Maybe too long. But she chose now to be an ass? She’d already slobbered on her strap like an animal, but now she chose to be difficult? And she had to be so fucking hot while doing it, too? Damn Siren. She’d make her bend over, alright…

… though, why did it feel so good to hear Nataliza leave her mouth?

Why did it make Liz tingle?

Ugh, focus, Liz.

“Feel like playing that game again, Bailey?” Liz’s groove was still back even with that slight mental detour, and she wasn’t going to let Bailey end up on top tonight. This may have been fun, but Liz was still fighting for answers here.

Patience, though…

Wait for Bailey to open her mouth again and…

Got her!

Before Bailey could utter a syllable in response, Liz plunged her gloved right thumb between Bailey’s lips and settled its tip against the inside of her left cheek. The orange-haired brat didn’t have much time to react, assuming she even would have stopped Liz of all people from a little leather play, but she obviously had time to grin. Always with that stupid, pretty grinning.

Liz would love to say she’d wipe it off her face, but she knew that’d take tragedy, not hot, interrogative sex. She’d settle for info and depraved moans, both of which she planned to get tonight...

“Maybe I need to work harder to get it through that arrogant skull, but this is my night. I’m in control. You’ll do what I say!” Liz played her part without fault regardless, not that she didn’t believe every word of it, of course. This was her interrogation. This was her hunt. “I’m not asking you to bend over, Bailey…” With sharp words and a sharper smile, Liz pulled her thumb out of Bailey’s grinning mouth and pushed Bailey back towards the bed with decent force. “I’m telling you to.” Ah, that lust in Liz’s voice felt magical to them both, and likely for the same, differently justified reason.

Bailey could have fought the push; she was well trained, had double the arms, and her augments weren’t ancient tech. It was obvious that she chose to let that push guide her to the bed, landing on Liz’s lumpy mattress rather comfortably on her back.

Would Liz need to fight her even more on even this paltry issue…?

“Meow… Well, when you put it like that, Nataliza...” Seemingly not, but Liz knew more fighting was certainly looming. For now, at least, Bailey was quick to bend over and scooch up to make some room for Liz. “How could I ever say no, hm~?” Smug words and a conceited smile joined the view of heaven Liz was treated to not long after.

Gods, heaven barely began to describe Bailey from behind, either. There were plumper asses on this base; Liz couldn’t truly avert her eyes from her troops in the communal showers, fake prude she’d pretended to be all these years. Bailey, though? Smooth, round, and plump in a way that only served to compliment her toned figure and impressive thighs. The perfect complement to her flawless figure.

That juicy cock and heavy balls looked damn good dangling from behind, too, but Liz would go to her grave without Bailey knowing that. The chaser jokes were bad enough as it was…

Regardless, Liz knew a rough, intense fuck like their recent capers wouldn’t drive info from her bottom-heavy temp-sub. Even as she climbed onto her cramped bed, how she’d actually pull this off churned in her mind like cream liqueur-tainted butter.

Hm. Ideas began to form, but it was best to start simple. “Following orders is a good look on you. Wish you did it more often.” Liz followed her more casual tease with a similarly casual, but firm, smack of her hand against Bailey’s plump flank. It earned a decent moan yet also another pleased smile directed right at Liz. Even from the side, that stupid woman was gorgeous. Truly unfair.

“Mh, y’know me, Nataliza. As fun as you are… Giving orders is just so much fucking hotter~...” Bailey’s toying, cooing question brought about a sense of kinship in the pair for Liz, even as a hand spread one of Bailey’s cheeks while the other lined the tip of her fake cock with the ex-merc’s dry entrance. A few moans, just from that? Sensitive tonight, eh, Cluanaire?

“You know, I think you’re right. So…” With a smirk more evil than Liz had worn in an eternity, she slammed her wet, slick strap inside Bailey’s tight ass with no attempt at a warning beyond an aggressive, almost needy huff. “Sh-Shut the fuck up and let me give them~!” With the familiar pleasure of a strap grinding against Liz’s soaked cunt, some stuttering was inevitable, but Gods, did she have a right to enjoy this.

The ease in pushing herself inside Bailey to the hilt, and those silky moans slipping from Bailey’s lips? They were hers.

“M-Mh… Fuck!” Bailey seemed as present as ever despite the sudden intrusion in her tight asshole. Still smiling. Subtly moaning. The blush was a win, at least... “S-So fucking cute when you’re o-on a power trip, a-aren’t you~?” But her words wore that boundless, self-assured confidence even as Liz plunged her artificial cock in and out of her at a slow, building pace.

That wouldn’t do. No, not at all. If Liz wanted to really get something from Bailey, old-school ass-fucking wouldn’t do the job, whether Liz was on top or not. She needed something new, pondering it for a second as she kept up an automatic pace of stretching out Bailey’s inviting hole.

…

Aha. She had it, and the answer Liz came to? Oh, it was staring her right in the face in the form of two folded artificial limbs behind Bailey’s back. How much could their sensors really make Bailey feel? It was only fair that Liz be the one to test that boundary, was it not?

Liz pulled out of Bailey’s hole with a light pang to immediately slam back in. Her hand moved from Bailey’s hip to her mostly synthetic and metal back like she was about to pull some death-defying turn with her Whitehawk. This needed to be quick, and it needed to catch Bailey off guard like nothing ever had…

“Power trip, huh?” At the same time, it needed just enough buildup to make the move unpredictable. Liz’s hand rested on Bailey’s shoulder, while she let the tip of her strap grind softly against the winking entrance it just left.

Bailey was all about timing…

“Think I’ll beg, hm? Like you can h-hOooOFUCK!!!” Liz gave Bailey a second to rant in that bitchy, sly tone before cutting her off with a move nobody had seemingly dared to try on her. Poor Bailey really wasn’t getting the good tops these past fifteen years, huh? Lucky Liz.

Firmly and swiftly, Liz’s hands grabbed both wrists of her cyber-arms and pulled at them with all the strength her well-trained body could muster. Of course, this also slammed Bailey back against her strap-on with that very same force, joined promptly by a returning rhythm of thrusts in and out of her ass.

Bailey was silenced for a few blissful seconds, stunned in all the ways Liz hoped, moaning like she actually meant it, and clearly enjoying the first-time sensation of someone fucking with those overpriced toys of hers, at least if the twitching, leaking girldick below was any indication.

“H-Hah… N-Not b-bad… A-Almost thinking li-like me again~.” The silence didn’t last, and Bailey was back to some stuttery, pleasured mouthing off before Liz could begin her interrogation. No good. This was Liz’s show, and she’d keep it that way.

“Shut it!” Liz pulled a hand away from one of Bailey’s cyber-arms and reached around until a thumb was once more in the woman’s open, moaning mouth, lightly pulling her back in tandem with the hand gripping her arm. “I’m doing the talking, merc. Sh-Shut your damn mouth unless I say otherwise!” Harsh but fair words from Liz, even as her thrusts began driving her own voice to light stuttering, too.

The pounding. The pulling. Fuck, it felt right. Even if Liz wasn't gunning for info tonight, this would have probably hit like a powerful drug regardless…

“M-Mhmmm? Gonna h-have… to t-try haaaarder than that… Nataliza~.” Bailey still had a slightly muffled, whining fight in her, but cocky replies through moans, groans, humps, and cock throbs had little effect on Liz- no- Nataliza’s confidence.

If Bailey was right about one damn thing tonight, it was ditching that stupid nickname, and in response, Nataliza felt her own was similarly pointless. Liz the war hero wasn’t here any more than Lizzy the reserved, embarrassed partner was either. Like the days of old, she was Nataliza Rayfield…

…that was who she needed to be to milk Bailey dry of both motive and cum alike, and it made Nataliza the hottest under the collar she had felt in all her damn life…

“Cut the shit, Cluanaire.” Nataliza put her all into speaking as free of moans and stutters as she could, but was unable to hide her grin as she pulled her thumb away from Bailey’s mouth. No licking it clean this time; she could savor the flavor of leather and sweet saliva another day. Her hand instead went right for Bailey’s soft, shining hair, grabbed a clump, and pulled back with the same force she gave the ex-merc’s arm.

“I-I think I get it now… Heh… C-Come on th-then, rebel g-girl. Mh… Interrogate me~!” Bailey’s breathy, exasperated voice didn’t seem to be taking this seriously, even with her likely correct theory spoken out. The following attempt to turn her head and smugly glare after?

Ugh. Sexy little brat. She may have been right about Nataliza’s need to get to it, but no more bullshit from Bailey. Not tonight.

Time for answers.

“Eyes f-forward, merc!” Continuing to play around with their impromptu roleplaying, Nataliza pulled harder at Bailey’s hair until she rolled her eyes and complied. “You’re going t-to be good. You’re… g-going to tell me exactly what you’re up to, got it?” Nataliza began with a breathy, but otherwise confident question. It was tough not to stutter when you had Bailey Cluanaire in your hands and a strap was pleasuring your cunt, though…

Damn, she fucking needed this…

“F-Fire away, Nataliza… Before I do~.” Bailey toyed back at Nataliza, swaying her ass against Nataliza’s silicone cock with moans and words indicating a looming orgasm.

Not yet she wasn’t…

However, what stumped Nataliza for a second was what to actually ask Bailey. The former mercenary was quite literally in the palms of her hands. She was complying as best as she could. Nataliza expected something more piecemeal, but she’d rushed her way to the part that made her feel most powerful and may very well have needed to ask it in one sudden go now.

Screw it. Nataliza deserved to enjoy this. She deserved to be aggressive and hasty. Her hips gave Bailey years upon years of pent-up emotion with each pound and slam, joined by matching pulls of her hair and cyber-arm in a hectic, sloppy rhythm meant to drive her over the edge.

If Bailey wanted haste, then she’d fucking get it.

“Fine! Wh-Why are you doing all this?” Nataliza hoped something short and sweet would help avoid a long-winded, moaning mess of interrogative prodding.

“D-Doing what, hm? I’m… mh… n-not a mind reader!”” No dice. Bailey, through labored moans and satisfied groans, played innocent. “You n-need to b-be more specific… f-fuck~...!” Smug ass.

Nataliza pondered depriving Bailey of this dicking to coax some desperation from her, but that would have been trying to draw blood from a stone. Not to mention that Nataliza’s own dominance against Bailey was becoming an irresistible narcotic she couldn’t begin to deprive herself of.

Bailey was right, too. She needed to be more specific. Far more. Suck it up, Nataliza; looking like a paranoid slut would be all worth it after clearing her head with answers and a powerful orgasm combined.

“You… hah… c-come back here… you spend over a month f-fucking with m-mee…” Nataliza should have slowed down. She could have stopped thrusting and ceased yanking Bailey’s pressure points to drive herself deeper inside her partner. But she couldn’t if she tried. “Then… w-we rail that ch-chick once and suddenly w-we’re good? Y-You’re living in my… b-bunk! B-Behaving with my c-comrades… G-Giving up… e-everything…” Nataliza realized the gravity of her whine-filled words before she could even finish them.

Unpacking all of this. Unpacking Bailey’s immediate sacrifice of the supposed good life she’d built.

Fuck.

No.

There was only one answer to it, wasn’t there?

Fuck.

“Oh, Nata… mh… liza… still thinks I h-have some… c-cute scheme, hm?” Bailey tried to laugh, but only a host of lewd, depraved sounds reached Nataliza’s ears instead.

“A-Answer the question, m-merc!!!” Nataliza wasn’t having it, nor was she about to suffer the indignity of cumming before Bailey. Her hand left the gasping former merc’s now messy hair and slinked below Bailey in a shaky rush. Within seconds, smooth leather was up against her cock and jerking her off in a speedy haze.

She was going to get her answers, and she’d drain Bailey drier than Ansa’s fields to get them.

“G-Gods, Nataliza… Fucking… G-Gods~.” Bailey’s voice tried to be coy, but the low howls of pleasure, the bucking of her hips against Nataliza’s gloved mitt, and the open, moaning mouth visible when she turned her head hid nothing.

Even if they could, Nataliza was treated to a sticky indicator of her skill when a flood of white, hot seed shot out of Bailey’s pulsing cock. It coated a significant part of her bed’s blanket, along with her glove, in multiple impressive shots of sticky cum, reminding Nataliza of the effort Bailey put into being able to fire a load like that nowadays.

A mech’s worth of maintenance simply to shoot ropes. Stupid, sexy freak.

“Come on! I’m not wai-waiting all f-fucking night…” Nataliza couldn’t wait if she tried. As commanding as she sounded, the lust and approaching orgasm became more than mere vocal undertones. She should have slowed down. Maybe she should have stopped jerking Bailey off post-orgasm.

Not a chance. Don’t slow down, Nataliza. Never slow down until you get what you want.

“Y-You… ah… y-ya think I came to r-ruin you, d-don’t you?” Bailey got the message several cumshots, heavy pants and some extra persistence later. That attitude said it all, too. Obviously it wasn’t Bailey’s plan now… and that was Liz’s last running theory beyond…

Fuck… Was she really that blind?

“M-Makes s-sense. Some… p-peeetty revenge shit, right?” Nataliza gave her disproven hypothesis through moans and a pending orgasm barely being held back by sheer will.

It had to be…

“C-Cute dumbass… Maybe at first… B-But… mh!” Perhaps Nataliza should have done this after the strap sucking, but it was too late now. Come on, Cluanaire. Out with it! “After… th-that night with my pi-pigeon and you… Oh, I-I wanted something… b-better~.” As always, Bailey was making Nataliza earn what she wanted. Ass.

“Better??? What… ghh… the h-hell a-are you still… here for???” Nataliza knew by now. Commanding tones and thrusts strong enough to break a weaker woman’s hips couldn’t hide the look in her eyes.

Just say it, Bailey. Fucking say it.

“Y-You, idiot… I tossed all that… mhhh… all that sh-shit out so I could have you!” Clear. Simple. Full of moans, but Nataliza heard every word like Bailey was sensually whispering it through a megaphone. “I… saw you… were still in there. My you… a-and…” Nataliza could hear those words. Three words that would ruin moving on from Bailey Cluanaire.

Three mutually felt words.

“And what???” Nataliza tried so hard to sound like she didn’t know the answer. Hell, like there was another answer. “G-Gods I… Fuck … I-I c-can’t…” But, before Bailey could say it, disaster struck in the form of Nataliza’s terrible orgasm warning.

Having pushed herself too far, Nataliza came and came hard, slamming her strap inside of Bailey to the hilt moments before her legs buckled. The inevitable, orgasmic collapse crashed her onto Bailey’s back while she squirted an obscene amount of sweet, sticky love juice both against her strap and on the bed below.

The orgasm eventually passed, and with a wet, depraved sound, Nataliza’s strap was pulled away from Bailey’s ravaged hole. She slid off Bailey’s back and collapsed again on her own. Nataliza was exhausted… Satisfied? Terrified?

Nataliza’s mind was a cocktail of nonsense…

Bailey, meanwhile, seemed to simply collapse because she wanted to, turning over and lying at Liz’s side as a sweaty, panting mess who reeked of liquor, perfume, and sex. Not unlike Nataliza, frankly.

…

Silence managed to last nearly a minute. The buzzing of cheap lights and the breathing of two middle-aged pilots were the only audio to permeate it. Nataliza needed to think, and Bailey was seemingly waiting for her next move.

It was obvious now. Painfully so. Bailey Cluanaire came here to fuck with her, and fell in love with her again instead. Or, hell, maybe Bailey never fell out of love with her? Did Sasha simply make Bailey accept that?

Was Nataliza denying it herself? She felt something when Bailey returned. It was mistaken for a deep, lustful yearning, but it couldn’t just be that. When they flew together again as a unit, the first time in over fifteen years, it was something different. A spark.

No.

A flame.

A fire inside Nataliza that lay dormant in a sea of more relevant thoughts. Heroism. The cause. The rebel icon she needed to be, the one who motivated troops to smash the UA into a bad memory of fascistic, capitalistic dominance.

With Bailey, Nataliza saw a life beyond war again. A life where, depraved as it was, Nataliza was alive again.

Could she just pretend this was fine? A partnership where they flew together, lived together, and slept together, yet denied their feelings any closure? Was it even possible now to simply pretend Bailey hadn’t given up the highest-paying merc job in the system for her? That there wasn’t a lifelong price on her head for leaving a lifetime guild to be with her?

No. Not at all.

“Well… Haven’t felt you rail me that hard since we met, Nataliza… Are you happy now~?” Bailey was back to aloof jeers. She was trying to get something from Nataliza, and for the first time, it was actually known to the rebel ace.

No. This time, Nataliza was in control.

She stayed silent, but let her hand guide itself to Bailey’s cheek, and she seemed to get the message enough to turn her head and face Nataliza. Great. That made this easier.

Last chance to chicken out.

No. Never again. This time she’d keep her and the cause…

To some small shock and a faint blush from Bailey, Nataliza dove in for a kiss. There was no resistance from Bailey, and little hesitation from Nataliza. Why would there be? They’d technically kissed plenty since Sasha hooked them back up, but those were always attempts to establish dominance in the fiery and competitive brawls they called sex.

This, though? This was different. Bailey wasn’t fighting back for control, and Nataliza was gentle, savoring the softness of her partner’s lips for what felt like an eternity. A fifteen-year recurring dream brought back to life.

Though, still on an ever-so-minor power kick, Nataliza did attempt to slip her tongue between Bailey’s plush, cream liqueur and silicone-flavored lips. Entrance was granted, and Nataliza took a few seconds to toy against Bailey’s mostly accepting, slightly writhing tongue.

Always some fight in that siren. Maybe that was why Nataliza still loved her…

The kiss broke quicker than either might have liked, but neither had fully managed to catch their breath yet. Additional brief silence followed, like the trail of saliva between their lips followed them. Nataliza didn’t quite know how to put any of this anymore, and Bailey seemed at least a little bit surprised.

“Say it.” Nataliza was the one to break the breathy silence this time. Short. Sweet. There was no point trying to play the controlling commander now; there were hotter nights for that.

“Say what~?” Bailey was back to her peak attitude in no time, smiling like a kitten who’d gotten into the food bag with a voice to match.

“I’m not saying it first, Bailey. Say it.” Nataliza stood her ground. Besides, it was valueless admitting this first. Looking back, Nataliza was somehow both the obvious and oblivious one at the same time.

“Close enough for me.” Bailey’s smirk grew, but in an almost unfitting romantic move, a hand matched the prior cheek cupping that Nataliza gave her. “I love you, Nataliza. I left that stupid little guild and everything I had… and I did it just to have you. Happy~?” Smooth as ever, Bailey said it with pride, a smile, and cheeks almost devoid of the rushing of blood.

That almost nearly made Nataliza feel better about the red in her own cheeks. But… should she say it? Was Bailey changing in a way that ever made this okay?

Nataliza thought it over and came to a conclusion. The same one she almost came to when Bailey was deemed an irresponsible flight risk so many years ago and chose the cause instead.

She simply didn’t care anymore. Bailey was reckless, perverted, and had likely gotten up to a myriad of depraved, morally wretched things in her attempt to get over Nataliza. She was the post-loss alcohol problem to Nataliza’s model collection.

It made Nataliza question her morals a bit, but she simply didn’t have it in her to care. The Bailey by her side right now was different. She was changing. Even if Bailey was still… Bailey… that was enough for her.

“A little bit…” Nataliza gave Bailey a smirk matching her own in smugness, perhaps too much for a clueless lesbian like her, but she’d also gotten her groove back. She flaunted it by leaning in to peck Bailey on the lips again. “...partner~.” It felt good to be honest like that. It felt even better to cut loose like she had tonight, with Bailey and Aoi both.


Lizzy was, hopefully, dead. Liz was a hero only in her uniform and with her comrades. But, for the first time since they’d separated, Nataliza existed again. The unashamed pervert with a weird girlfriend people feared as much as they fell for, and that was victory.

Sure, Bailey could probably lord that over her… but Nataliza could always spread some rumors about Bailey, the bottom bitch, couldn’t she now?

Nataliza had something else to fight for again. A life on Ansa, freed from oppression. An Ansa that looked after people as they needed with no such thing as class. An Ansa where the UA was a mass of unmarked graves.

And, now, an Ansa where Nataliza could retire to a life of veteran pride and strange fun with Bailey Cluanaire, a woman she could, just maybe, start to trust again.

For now, though…

…had they both not earned some rest…

…before the war potentially rips it all apart again…

…and the Strix Sings…?

...

‘Til death will they part… and with so much to fight for now, Nataliza had no intention of going anywhere.