Chapter 4: Feeling Everything

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

Mariner didn't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pressed forward, the sensation hitting her like a shockwave as the strap-on slid inside Amina, every inch of it registering in her mind as if it were her own. The connection was seamless—she could feel the heat, the wetness, the tightness of Amina's body around her, and it sent a rush of pleasure straight to her core.

"Holy shit," Mariner gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the full intensity of the sensation hit her. "I can feel... everything."

Amina's eyes darkened, a low moan escaping her lips as she shifted beneath Mariner, her hands gripping the sheets. "Good," she whispered, her voice strained but full of approval. "Now keep going."

Mariner grinned, her heart racing as she began to move, slowly at first, letting herself adjust to the overwhelming sensation of feeling every thrust, every movement. She had tried toys like this before. Hell, she had a collection of some of the finest back hidden under her bunk, but she had never had one this realistic.

Or perhaps it was more than realistic. No human man could possibly have this much… raw power.

This technology was something fitting a Starfleet Captain.

The connection was more than physical. It was as though the strap-on had embedded itself into Mariner's own nerves, every movement registering not just as pressure, but as pure, raw sensation. She could feel the heat of Amina's body surrounding her, tight and slick, drawing her in deeper with each thrust, begging her to return as far as she could push. It was an overwhelming feedback loop, the deeper Mariner went, the more she could feel the wetness, the tightness, the sheer intensity of it all.

Amina's soft moans filled the room, each one a whisper of approval that only fueled Mariner's movements. The sight of Amina—usually so controlled, so composed—laying beneath her, eyes fluttering shut, her lips parted in quiet gasps, was a heady thrill. 

"Damn," Mariner gasped, her voice rough with arousal, "this thing's unreal."

Amina's eyes opened just a sliver, her voice strained but laced with that ever-present authority. "Don't get too cocky, Mariner... you've still got a long way to go."

Mariner's grin turned feral, her hands tightening on Amina's hips as she leaned in, her breath warm against Amina's neck. "Oh, I'm just getting started, Captain."

The words came out low, almost a growl, but they were driven by the heat surging through her. Every part of Mariner's body was on fire, the alien strap-on amplifying every sensation to a point that left her dizzy with desire. She could feel Amina beneath her, the soft, yielding warmth of her body, the slight tremble in her muscles that told Mariner she was doing exactly what Amina needed—and that knowledge made her pulse race even faster.

"Fuck," Mariner gasped, her voice shaky, almost breathless. She had never felt anything like this before—the way the strap-on seemed to fuse with her, becoming an extension of her body, making her feel every inch of Amina, every pulse, every shift. It wasn't just sex—it was pure sensation, raw and all-consuming. And she wanted to feel every bit of it.

She wanted to drown in Amina's tightness, live there permanently. 

The friction, the tightness—it was almost too much. 

"You feel so fucking good," Mariner groaned, her voice low and rough. Every word felt like an effort, her mind so fogged with pleasure that she could barely think straight. "So damn good, Captain."

"More," Amina gasped, her voice breaking through the haze of pleasure. "Don't stop..."

Mariner growled low in her throat, her hips moving faster, each thrust more forceful, more desperate than the last. The friction, the heat—it was pushing her to the edge, driving her wild with need. She could feel the tension building in her own body, a tight, coiled spring of pleasure that was ready to snap.

The world around her blurred, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of Amina's body beneath her, the way her nails raked across Mariner's skin, the soft, desperate sounds she made as she rode the edge of release. Mariner's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to hold on, to keep control, even as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.

She leaned in, her voice a rough whisper against Amina's ear. "Come on, Captain... I know you're close."

Amina's only response was a choked moan, her body arching sharply beneath Mariner as she hit the edge. Mariner could feel it—the way Amina's body clenched around her, the wet heat pulling her in deeper, the overwhelming sensation of her release crashing through both of them. It was like an electric current, sparking through Mariner's body, leaving her breathless, her mind spinning.

Mariner's world exploded into pure, blinding pleasure, her body locking up as the release hit her with the force of a supernova. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as her muscles tensed, every nerve in her body alight with sensation.

For a few moments, everything seemed to blur—the weight of Amina beneath her, the pulse of their bodies still connected, the lingering heat in the air. Mariner could barely think beyond the sharp, fading tremors of pleasure that still rippled through her.

Finally, she exhaled a shaky breath, her muscles slowly relaxing as the aftershocks of the moment ebbed away. She rested her forehead against Amina's shoulder, her chest heaving with exertion. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the tension between them finally dissipating into a heavy, languid calm.

"You... okay, Captain?" Mariner asked, her voice rough, but with that teasing edge she couldn't resist.

Amina let out a low, breathless laugh, her fingers idly tracing lines along Mariner's back. "More than okay, Beckett," she murmured, her voice soft and satisfied. "You... exceeded expectations."

Mariner grinned against Amina's skin, her heart still racing. "Good to know I've still got it."

Amina's chuckle was quiet but warm. "You never lost it."

They stayed like that for a while, their breaths slowly evening out, the room filled only with the quiet hum of the starbase around them. There was no rush to move, no urgency—just the comfortable silence of two people who had pushed each other to the limits and come out on the other side.

Eventually, Mariner shifted, carefully pulling away and undoing the alien device from her waist, her body still humming with the memory of it. She set it aside, her fingers lingering on Amina's skin for a moment before she rolled onto the bed beside her.

"So," Mariner said, her voice lighter now, "think I earned a promotion or what?"

Amina smirked, turning her head to meet Mariner's gaze. "Don't push your luck."

Mariner laughed, resting her arm behind her head as she looked up at the ceiling, a satisfied grin on her face. "Fair enough. But, Captain..." She shot Amina a playful glance. "I'm always up for more 'training sessions.'"

Amina's eyes gleamed, the familiar spark of challenge returning. "We'll see about that, Mariner."

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The next morning, Mariner found herself navigating the corridors of the starbase with a noticeable hitch in her step. The soreness from the night before was more than she'd bargained for, but she couldn't wipe the grin off her face. Every twinge of discomfort reminded her of exactly why she was walking funny, and as far as she was concerned, it was worth every second.

Still, she tried her best to look casual as she made her way toward the mess hall, hoping no one would notice her slight limp. She tugged at her jacket, straightened her posture, and did her best to keep her cool. It's fine, she thought, no one's going to notice...

Just as she turned the corner, her luck ran out. Standing directly in her path, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, was none other than Captain Carol Freeman—her mother.

"Beckett," Freeman said, her tone immediately suspicious. "What are you up to?"

Mariner froze, her grin slipping for the first time that morning. "Mom! Uh, nothing. Just... you know, heading to breakfast. Early riser and all that."

Freeman's eyes narrowed as she took in Mariner's appearance. "You're walking funny."

Mariner tried to laugh it off, waving a hand dismissively. "What? No, I'm not. Just... you know, slept weird. Starbase beds, not the best."

Freeman's expression remained unimpressed. "You look like you've been in a fight. Or worse."

Mariner's heart raced, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Nah, nothing like that. Just a little sore. You know how it is. Starfleet training exercises... real intense stuff."

Freeman didn't seem convinced. She took a step closer, her gaze scrutinizing. "Uh-huh. And does this... intense training involve sneaking around and getting into trouble?"

Mariner put on her best innocent face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Freeman stared at her for a long moment, clearly not buying it. "You know, Beckett, it wouldn't kill you to take something seriously once in a while."

"Hey, I take plenty of things seriously," Mariner shot back, though she could feel her mother's judgment hanging in the air. "Just, you know, not the boring stuff."

Freeman sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother."

Mariner shifted awkwardly, the soreness in her legs making it hard to stand still. "Look, Mom, I'm fine. Really. Just had a long night, that's all."

Freeman's eyes narrowed again. "You'd better not be causing any problems on this starbase."

Mariner swallowed, fighting the urge to fidget. "Nope. All quiet on the western front. Just... keeping things chill, as always."

Freeman gave her one last look, clearly skeptical, before turning on her heel. "We'll see about that."

As she walked away, Mariner let out a long breath, slumping against the nearest wall. Dodged a bullet there, she thought, though the soreness in her body reminded her that she hadn't exactly escaped unscathed.

Straightening up, she adjusted her jacket once more, ready to make her way to the mess hall. But as she continued down the corridor, a smirk crept back onto her face. She might've run into her mother, but the memory of last night's encounter was more than enough to keep her spirits high.

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Amina's gaze darkened as she held the device out to Mariner. "Put it in your mouth."

Mariner's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she processed Amina's words. "Wait, what?"

Amina didn't flinch, her voice calm but commanding. "Trust me."

Mariner hesitated for only a second before grinning again. "All right, Captain. I'm game."

She took the device from Amina's hand and, without further hesitation, placed it in her mouth. The moment the object touched her tongue, she felt a strange sensation ripple through her—like a spark of energy that traveled down her throat and into her nerves. It was warm, almost electric, and within moments, her tongue began to shift.

Mariner gasped, her eyes widening as she felt her tongue transform. It wasn't painful, but it was startling—her tongue elongated, its texture changing into something smoother, more flexible. It wasn't just her tongue anymore—it felt almost like a tentacle, capable of movement and sensation in ways she hadn't imagined.

"What the...?" Mariner muttered, her voice muffled by the change.

Amina's gaze never wavered, a small smile of satisfaction on her lips. "It's a little something I thought you'd enjoy," she said softly, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "It gives you... an edge."