She wandered over to his work bench, seeing things she didn't understand, odd instruments and jars and jars filled with she didn't know what. "This is...where I spend most of my time" he indicated the work bench, "I dabble with my magic there" he smiled slightly at the look on her face. "Do you practice magic often? Virlane" "quite often, magic can benefit or hurt, one just has to know the difference and be careful not to release forces that could be destructive." Soon the moment he had been. She had never had an orgasm, never been truly filled. She yearned for a man to take her, one she could give herself to completely. ‘Kizzi, I have come to break the curse my ancestors instigated. I have come to rekindle a dead romance, to ignite passion in my bloodline.’ With that he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She felt as though her body was aflame, her every nerve ending burned with desire. She deepened the kiss, putting her arms around him and feeling his hands fall to her. As she did that she took her left hand and took hold of my rod and started slowly jacking me. She bent forward, so I could see the cleavage of her breasts popping out of the top of her tight fitting nurses blouse. She then took her right hand and slowly unbuttoned the blouse, exposing her black, lace bra covering her large mamories. She then leaned closer, still pushing and pulling on my cock in her hand, and pressed her mouth to mine. Damn! She was great and I wanted her so bad right then.. Silent, unseen and deadly.The Old Admiral felt thirsty and went to a Serve-Matic to dial himself a drink when he stopped himself. An idea had suddenly formed in his mind. Yes, that what was needed, a modern deep-space version of a submarine, a deadly fish. Equipped with the best, able to disappear, crewed by the most cunning crew.NAVINT had the right idea almost 400 years ago. A Pirate ship, officially hunted by the Union and others, roaming freely in that cursed Freespace as a bane of.