Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates

"First, don't be your commanding, aggressive type where you just force everything," Pako began, her voice steady as she leaned forward, her dark eyes glinting with a teacher's focus despite the casual sprawl of her tan limbs across the bed.

"You can be bold, but let it simmer—build the foreplay, tease him with lingering glances, whisper something sultry in his ear, let your fingers graze his skin like a promise, keep kissing him slow and deep until your heartbeats fall into rhythm." She paused, her lips curling into a smirk as her gaze softened, her voice dipping into a warm, husky murmur.

"Oh no, I'm getting horny again, can you pass me that toy by your side, at least someone will get a happy ending today."

"Pako!" Aster exclaimed, her teal eyes widening as her pen froze mid-scrawl, the vivid images Pako painted flooding her mind—Syn's dark hair brushing her cheek, his breath hitching as she whispered against his skin, their pulses aligning in a heated rhythm.

The fantasy had been building, a slow burn of sexual tension, until Pako's abrupt shift snapped her out of it, her imagination veering to Pako humping a pillow.

"That was such a pussyblock," she yelled at her, her fair cheeks flushing as she shook her head, trying to refocus.

"What? I have feelings too," Pako shot back, her smirk widening into a grin as she stretched, her black lace undergarments shifting slightly. "You have no idea how much I wanna have sex with Syn since that day."

"Yeah, I think I do," Aster replied dryly, her gaze sweeping the chaotic mess—sex toys strewn like fallen soldiers, a lube bottle tipped on its side, its contents pooling faintly on the sheet. She wrinkled her nose, her pen tapping the book's edge as she fought to steer them back on track.

"Now, coming back to the topic," Pako said, her tone snapping to attention as she straightened, brushing her hair back with a quick flick.

"First, stroke his shaft—lightly at first, get a feel for it—then look into his eyes. Keep looking, let him know you're about to feast on him, but don't stare at his dick too long. That'll just make him squirm, and not in a good way." She reached for a dildo from the pile—a sleek, purple one with a faint sheen—and held it up, her fingers poised as a makeshift prop.

Aster nodded, her pen scratching furiously across the page, jotting down Pako's pointers in a messy cascade of ink.

Her teal eyes flicked between the book and Pako, absorbing every word as Pako's finger hovered over the dildo's tip.

"Then start by licking the tip—slowly," Pako continued, her voice instructional as she traced the air above it, her movements deliberate. "Wet the surrounding area gradually, working your way down as deep as you can go. And remember—no teeth, ever."

Aster gulped, her throat tightening as she scribbled, her handwriting a tangle of haste and nerves. Pako picked up the pace, her tone growing more animated.

"Keep licking, then ease your mouth around it—go deep, with a nice, considerate suction." She demonstrated with her thumb and index finger, forming a tight circle and mimicking the motion, her smirk returning as Aster's flush deepened, her pen trembling slightly.

The lesson stretched on, Pako diving beyond the blowjob into a dizzying array of tips—positions, pacing, even a tangent on dirty talk that left Aster's head spinning.

By the time they finished, her book was a chaotic sprawl of notes, ink smudged where her sweaty palm had rested, the pages brimming with more than she'd bargained for.

She snapped it shut, her teal eyes wide with a mix of awe and overload, her mind buzzing as she stood, the bed creaking beneath her.

"I need to process this now, I will come by later," she muttered as she headed for the door, her blonde ponytail swaying with each step.

Pako watched her go, slumping back onto the bed with a tired sigh, her dark hair fanning out around her.

"Yeah..., I'm gonna be locked here for a while," she murmured, her voice tinged with resignation as she scratched at her ankle cuff, the metal glinting faintly in the dim light. The door hissed shut behind Aster, sealing Pako in her cluttered prison, the faint hum of the ship swallowing her words.

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In the bathroom, steam still hung in the air, swirling gently around Syn and Vera as they emerged from their bath.

The tub stood empty, its water long drained, leaving a subtle gleam on the tiles.

Vera knelt beside Syn, her fair skin shimmering with moisture, droplets tracing paths along her arms as her damp purple hair clung to her shoulders in dark, wet strands.

She offered him a fresh navy shirt and pants, her fingers grazing his with a fleeting warmth as he accepted them, cautious, mindful of his healing ankles.

"Thanks," he murmured, slipping the shirt over his head, his dark hair falling into a tousled mess as it poked through, his hazel eyes meeting hers with a quiet, appreciative spark.

Vera rose to her feet, pulling on a night gown that hugged her damp curves ever so slightly, the fabric accentuating the glow of her fair skin under the bathroom's soft light.

She ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing it back as a smile played on her lips, her hands deftly zipping up her pants.

"Now, I'm gonna be a lot more free," she said, her purple eyes shimmering with a hint of something unspoken, her voice carrying a lightness as she leaned casually against the sink, watching him fasten the buttons of his shirt.

"Oh, that's good—you need to take care of yourself," Syn replied, his voice laced with genuine warmth as he pulled his pants up, adjusting them carefully over his casts with a slight grimace. He looked up, catching the playful curve of her smile, his brow lifting in quiet intrigue.

Vera's grin deepened, her fair cheeks dimpling as she closed the distance between them, her voice dropping into a soft, teasing cadence. "That was just my roundabout way of saying we'll have plenty of time to spend together, playing with each other,"