Corporal Corso Riggs stood nervously at parade rest outside the office. His company commander's assistant had retrieved him, stating that the Captain had wanted to discuss his conduct in the field. Speaking from experience, that could be either really good or really bad. The captain had a reputation for being a loose cannon - jumping eagerly into to any mission. What she lacked in subtlety, she made up for in enthusiasm and ingenuity.

As he contemplated, Private Drayen strode out and smirked. "The Captain will see you now, Corporal."

Taking a deep breath, Corso smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in his uniform and entered the office. Behind the desk sat his commanding officer. She was short, even for a woman, and wore the uniform just a tad too tight. As he entered, she stood. Her chocolate brown hair was in a tight military bun and she wore only modest amounts of make up. "Corporal Riggs reporting as ordered, Ma'am."

The captain returned his salute. "At ease Corporal. Have a seat. We need to discuss your recent performance both in and out of the field."

Her beautiful face was absolutely stony as she sat down and picked up a datapad. Corso gulped nervously but remained silent. "According to the reports submitted by Sergeant Spar, your conduct in the line of duty has been exemplary, performing above and beyond the call of duty. She thinks your deserve a medal. However..." and her voice grew hard, "... your conduct in camp has proven to be less than acceptable."

Corso's mouth fell open for just a moment before he clamped it shut again. What could he possibly have done? As if hearing his mental query, she began reading from the list. "Reckless operation of military vehicles; disturbing of local live stock, causing the rancher to come forward with a dozen complaints and requiring recompense for damages; numerous allegations of instigating bar brawls; apparently one of the locals' nineteen year old daughter is pregnant and claims that you are the father. We are still waiting on DNA results for that but even the allegation makes us look bad. What do you suggest I do about this, Corporal?"

Corso was too shocked at the allegations being leveled against him to answer. Had what he done really been that bad? Besides, he hadn't bedded any of the locals' daughters so the baby couldn't possibly be his!

The captain sighed and stood to her feet, going around her desk and closing the door behind Corso, locking it with a click before circling between Corso and the front of her desk. "Well, Corporal?"

Clearing his throat, Corso replied, "Well Ma'am, I can understand the rancher and the driving recklessly thing but, if we're being fair, Captain, there were a few of us involved."

"Yes, that is true, but you were the non-commissioned officer, Corporal Riggs. They are all privates. Now, what of the local man's pregnant nineteen year old daughter?"

Corso shook his head. "I have no idea about that, ma'am. I haven't bedded any nineteen year old farmer's daughters. That's not really something I go for considering I had sisters and would be pretty mad if someone pulled that on them."

His commanding officer narrowed her eyes and gazed at him. "Are you sure about that, Corporal? Think very carefully before you answer."

After only moment, Corso said firmly, "I am sure, Ma'am. I did not sleep with that girl."

The Captain nodded and said, "Well even so, Corporal Riggs, this presents a problem that you and I will have to find some way to deal with."

Corso sighed. "Yes ma'am. What do I need to do to improve this situation?"

To his surprise, a small, alluring smile crossed her face. Circling around him again, she locked the door with a click and then placed her hands on his broad shoulders from behind, rubbing them sensually. "I want to help you, Corporal Riggs. I want to make sure that your career gets back on track. But, I'm going to need you to help me - to, shall we say, motivate me."

Corso gulped and said, "I'll do whatever it takes."

"Good man;" she replied, her voice completely transformed into a sultry purr. "Stand up and turn around."

He obeyed without question, growing excited as he saw the blaze of lust in her eyes. "Remove your uniform shirt, Corporal. I want to see if you are in shape as good soldier should be."

Corso hesitantly obeyed, mentioning as he did, "I'm sure my file says my physical fitness is at its peak."

"Oh it does;" she replied with a ravenous smile. "But I want to see for myself."

Corso removed his uniform shirt and stood in just a sleeveless undershirt and his combat pants and boots. The undershirt stretched tightly over his thick musculature and the Captain began to run her hands over his chest, abdomen and shoulders. "You certainly look to be in good shape. Your physical training performance is certainly impressive. Tell me, what special skills do you have?"

The beautiful woman rubbing his muscles was beginning to effect Corso's mind. "I'll be willing to demonstrate any specials skills you may want to see, Ma'am."

His low, rumbling voice seemed to snap what little self control the captain had left. With a wanton moan, she grabbed his shirt and yanked him into a passionate kiss. Her tongue drove through his lips, plundering his mouth thoroughly. Corso didn't eve know what he was supposed to do but his lips were already moving of their own accord to kiss her back, sucking and nipping at her lips sensually. Her reaction was quite energetic. She pushed him back against her desk and began to struggle with his trousers before seeming to remember that he was wearing boots. Stepping back, her breasts heaving from the energetic make out session, the captain said, "Take off your boots and your combat pants, soldier."

Corso moved to obey, chuckling as he did, "Still checking on my physical fitness, Ma'am?"

"No;" she said as she let her long, chocolate hair down and began to work on the fastenings of her own uniform. "I am going to fraternize with you of course."

Corso's already pounding heart beat faster and harder and he cursed quietly as he worked his way out of the uniform. She still somehow managed to beat him to it - likely because she wasn't wearing any undergarments. Impatiently, she tapped her foot as he finally made it down to his undershorts. The considerable bulge there caused the captain to moan. Rushing forward, she kissed him again and worked the undershorts down before stepping back to take a look. "My, my;"she purred hotly. "You have so much potential, Corporal. Allow me to help you unlock it."

Gently yet firmly, she grasped him by his impressive shaft and spun around so that her back was to the desk. She hopped up on it and spread her legs, pulling him towards her opening. "Come on now, Corporal;" she cooed. "It's a bit late to turn back now."

Slowly, he slid into her waiting heat and the captain moaned lustily. "Oh stars! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a decent man to kriff me out here? So few of them are worth the risk of getting in trouble."

Her legs latched around his waist and pulled him snugly against her and she began to kiss him again, more tenderly and in less of a frenzy. When they needed to breath, Corso gasped out a short laugh. "I'll take that a compliment, Ma'am but aren't things going pretty fast here?"

"Well we don't exactly have time to wine and dine, Corporal;" she replied with an amused smile. Corso chuckled and nuzzled the side of her neck. "Not what I meant, Captain. I mean, why rush this when we can make it last?"

He slowly began kissing along her slender neck, drawing halting gasps from her as he did. The smooth skin that covered the artery of her throat was very sensitive and he nipped at it before soothing it with a kiss. The captain shuddered, one of her arms wrapped around his torso while the other was gripping his thick dreadlocks and top knot. "As lovely as that is;" she managed to moan out and pull away, "we don't really have time at the moment. My executive officer will be back any time now so let's get this finished and maybe you can have dinner with me later."

Corso grinned and slowly began to retract and thrust with his hips. Each thrust earned him a passionate moan from his superior officer. The situation - Corporal Corso Riggs kriffing his company commander on her desk - seemed to be causing the captain to become more and more desperately aroused. "Oh my stars, Corporal!" she gasped. "Oh my stars! I need this! I've wanted to do this with you since you stepped off that shuttle. I've fantasized about it when I was alone at nights."

Her heated words were beginning to play hell with his own growing pleasure. "I'd be up late, naked and sweating as I imagined you slamming your massive cock into me again and again. Oh stars! I'm going to cum!"

Corso wasn't far behind. With a half a dozen more thrusts, his manhood began to pulse and send streams of his essence into her body but he didn't stop, refusing to until she moaned into her hand, covering her mouth to suppress her scream as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. Gasping with the intensity of their immense pleasure, they both held one another up. "Hmmm... even better than I imagined it would be;" sighed the captain. Corso chuckled and slowly extricated himself. "I'm glad I was able to please you, Ma'am."

"Oh you really were. So about dinner later - wear whatever you like, don't bother showing up in uniform. I know regs say differently but I would prefer it be more like a dinner date than a commanding officer dining with one of her soldiers."

"Yes, Ma'am;" said Corso energetically as he began to get dressed. The captain just sat there watching him, still naked on her desk. "Seventeen-thirty local time, Corso, and you had better not be late or I will be very upset."

"Yes, Ma'am; seventeen-thirty sharp, ma'am;" said Corso dutifully. He turned to leave when she purred, "Corporal Riggs," and he turned to gaze at her. She slipped off the desk and went to the door, standing to the side so as not to be visible before opening the door for him. "I look forward to seeing you again."

She reached up and ran a hand along his jaw, which was already a little rough from the regrowing facial hair he had shaved just that morning. As he stepped threw the door, a small hand gripped his ass, getting a good handful of it. He jerked sightly and heard the sultry chuckle behind him.

Corso felt very nervous. He was wearing a pair of denim pants, an untucked button down blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a long duster to hide the fact that he wasn't in uniform. When he reached the captain's quarters, he had to get up his courage to knock. Moments later, it hissed open and he stepped in to a dimly lit room. The quarters were small - a living area, an office, a sleeping area with a small fresher and, of course, the small kitchen. Candles were lit on the table and throughout the structure but other than that, there was no light. She stood by a small, well laid table, setting soft rolls on a plate. Corso took the moment to appreciate the vision of absolute beauty before him. She wore leggings of some kind and was barefoot. On top, she wore a long shirt or maybe a short dress that went down three quarters of her thighs. The neckline was quite wide, riding down her sculpted shoulders so that they were quite visible as were the straps of a garment beneath - a bra probably or perhaps a tank top. Her chocolate brown hair was loose and she was wearing more make up than before though not an excessive amount, just enough to highlight her already wonderfully shaped face.

"Close the door behind you, Corporal. I assume you were not sighted on the way over."

Corso cleared his throat and moved further into the abode, shedding his coat and hanging it over the back of a chair as he replied, "Nope, no one saw me. I made sure of it."

"Good;" she purred as she took a decanter and poured two tumblers of brandy. With a very seductive sway in her hips, she walked over to him and offered him one. "Have a drink, Corporal. To our careers;" she proclaimed, her smile down right wicked. "May yours be filled with success and mine filled with many future rendezvous with you."

Corso blushed and clinked glasses with her. "So;" said the captain after taking a gulp, "we have about fifteen minutes before dinner is ready. What do you think we can do in fifteen minutes?"

Before he could even answer, she had plucked the glass from his hand, set both hers and his down and launched herself at him into a veracious kiss, pushing him back onto the couch. Without even letting him worry about his boots, she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers, managing to work them down to his knees, all while her soft, plump lips were fused to his. It took him a moment to realize that she was straddling his hips as he leaned back on the couch. "Ma'am, don't you need help out of those?"

"Oh these?" she asked with a smirk, pointing at her pants. "These aren't leggings, their stockings and I'm not wearing anything under here at all so no, thank you."

To prove her point, she ground herself against his throbbing manhood and Corso could feel her slick lower lips running along shaft. Corso cursed as she also let her dress and the tank top she wore beneath to fall down to her elbows, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything beneath them but the thick, soft woven fabric of her dress hid a perfect pair of perky breasts. Reaching down, she took hold of him and lined him up, sliding down his rod with a gasp and a long, sultry moan before hugging his head to her chest.

Corso's world was spinning. This glorious woman was all over him and he didn't care one bit. His lips had been all but forced against one of her plump, perky breasts and who was he to deny his superior officer? He took one already stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and drawing a moan from the captain atop him. Pushing Corso back so that he was lying back more than sitting up and making sure that he was able to continue his ministrations to her breasts, the captain began to raise and lower her hips. The sensations rushing through both their bodies was sublime and they both knew that it would be a very short encounter. "This is just to wet our appetites, Corporal;" gasped out the captain. "It will hopefully help us last much longer after dinner."

Corso didn't respond, electing instead to use his tongue to flick one of her hard nipples teasingly. "Please don't tease me, Corporal! You were doing so well. No need to become cruel all of a sudden."

Corso nipped at her breast and began to kiss and nibble all over her plump breasts, leaving the faintest bight marks on them. It drove her wild and she began to move with greater urgency. "Oh gods, Corporal! Oh gods! You're driving me out of control! Mmmm, gentle now! My tits are pretty sensitive. AAHH! I said sensitive."

Corso pulled away and began kissing and nibbling everywhere on her upper body. She purred and moaned before pushing him back. "Dinner will be ready soon. We should finish this."

"Allow me;" growled Corso and flipped them around before beginning to drive his hips forward and his manhood into her again and again. The captain covered her mouth, screaming in pleasure again and again into her hand until her body began to spasm and her eyes rolled back. Corso held his captain and shuddered as he came into her trembling womanhood. As they lay there gasping, the cooking unit's timer went off.

Corso disentangled himself from her and pulled his trousers up before going to the cooking unit. "This smells fantastic;" he commented. His captain stood and pulled her shirt and dress back into place. "I'm glad you think so. Let's eat, Corporal."

The food was delicious and they quietly sipped wine or brandy as they ate. "We must talk about something, Corporal;" the captain said after a long, uncomfortable pause. "I despise awkward silences. What are your goals for your career?"

Corso swallowed his bite of food and sipped wine to clear his throat. "I want to be on worlds that have been devastated by disasters or wars, to protect the people there who are struggling. I want to protect them from Imperials and pirates and criminals so that they can thrive and grow."

His commanding officer's eyes shined as she listened. "I see. Well I'm afraid that at most posts like that, promotions aren't very likely - except here of course. There is a tragically high mortality rate here on Taris. Judging by what you said, here is exactly where you want to be."

Corso chuckled and nodded. "Yes, I think so. The Imperials have been driven off the planet but there are still pirates and scavengers and the like wandering around making things difficult for the settlers. I want to help stop that."

"I see;" said the captain. "and how would you do that, Corporal?"

"I would deliver an ultimatum - join with the settlers and become decent members of society, get off the planet or be destroyed."

The captain was eyeing him hungrily again as she swirled her wine in the its glass. "That seems a little extreme, don't you think, Corporal?"

"Is it though?" he asked. "These mercenaries and pirates and scavengers have abused and killed settlers who stray too far from their homes. A large clan of survivors is willing to work with the settlers and both have benefited from the relationship. Both have suffered at the hands of off-worlders and such who are taking advantage of the difficult situation. Unless we do something about them sooner rather than later, they will make things difficult and perhaps even forestall progress."

The captain drank the last of her wine and said, "Well I think it's worth discussing with the governor. He seems to be eager for a solution to these problems. I'll be sure to mention your name as well. You deserve it after all."

Corso blushed and focused on his food again. The rest of the meal was hurried by a silent agreement. When they were finished, Corso insisted in helping clear the dishes and loading them into the washing unit. When that was done, they took their tumblers of brandy and went into the living area. The captain cuddled right up to Corso and kissed him. "You are truly unique among Republic service men, Corporal. It was my privilege to get to know you and I hope I get to more often."

Corso smiled and wrapped an arm around her. "It was my pleasure, Ma'am."

"And it is going to continue to be if I have anything to say or do about it;" she purred, pressing against him. This time, Corso downed his tumbler of brandy and set it down before pulling her against him in a huge, passionate kiss. When they both needed air, she downed her drunk and shifted so that she was straddling his lap before kissing him again. Corso reached to the hem of her dress and lifted them it up and over her head, leaving her in her black tank top and her thigh high stockings. It was a glorious sight to behold. The tank top went next and she leaned back so that Corso could enjoy the view. And it was a spectacular view too. Pale skin from neck to thighs, a slim waist, an adorable little navel and to pale pinch nipples, erect with arousal were fully on display for his hungry gaze. Corso tried to change position so that he could lavish all his attention all over the captain's body but she had other ideas. "No, no, no, Corporal;" she cooed, a wicked smile on her gorgeous face. "You are not naked yet. When you are, you can meet me in the bedroom. Hurry now."

With a sway in her naked hips, she disappeared into her bedroom and Corso quickly began to strip off his own clothing. His boots took the longest, naturally and the rest practically fell off his body. When he stood completely bare, he went into the bedroom and saw her lying there. To his dismay and also his wonder, she wore a different pair of stockings. They were long and black and very thin, stretching wonderfully over her gorgeously shaped legs. On top, she wore a shear negligee that really had no purpose. It was completely see through, as were the panties considering they were crotch-less. "Why did you put more clothes on, Ma'am?" asked Corso, his voice hoarse with desire.

Her sensual smile was driving his libido into overdrive. "So you have more to take off. Won't you join me, Corporal?"

Corso was there in a moment, kissing her again and running his hands along the outsides and insides of her thighs. She pulled away and gazed into his eyes. "Rock my world, Corporal;" she whispered. Corso complied, kissing her all over her glorious body, removing the meager clothing, except for the stockings. His mouth was all over her legs, her abdomen, her neck and her breasts. His ministrations brought out gasps, purrs and moans from his superior officer and when he began to lick and tease her womanhood, she gave a soft scream. "Oh stars, Corporal! YES! That's it! That's perfect!"

He was fulfilling every one of her lewd fantasies as he laved and lavished her swollen and aroused lower lips and engorged clit. "Oh stars. That's it! You really know how to eat a girl out, Soldier. MMMMMM!"

Just as she was about to climax, Corso stopped and lined up. The captain was about to protest but decided she'd rather he continue with what he was doing. Corso growled as he slid into her body, watching her back arch with great satisfaction. "Roll us over, Corporal and lay back. I am going to ride you until neither of us can move. The feeling of your massive cock inside my body is absolutely amazing. Stars, you are so magnificent!"

When they had shifted, Corso reached up and sensually ran his hands over her smooth skin before squeezing her breasts and pinching her erect nipples. Starting slowly and working her way up to a faster pace, the captain began to raise herself and forcefully drop herself on his shaft. It was mere seconds before her eyes were rolling back into her head in pleasure. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she drove herself over the edge rather quickly. Corso noticed that she was trying to say something but it came out as babble. Corso took her hips and began meeting her thrust for thrust and she suddenly went slack. It trembled around his shaft and Corso continued to drive into her. The captain mostly just supported herself on his shoulders and moaned and gasped out.

Corso wondered how many times she climaxed as he reached his own completion with a loud groan. He didn't have the opportunity to ask her since her eyes rolled back once again and she collapsed atop him with a moaning gasp, her head landing on the pillow next to his where she lay completely un-moving. "Wow... that was incredible;" slurred Corso as his mind and bodied buzzed with pleasure. "Ma'am? Are you okay?"

Turning his head, it took him a moment to realize that she had passed out. Feeling equal parts concern and male satisfaction, Corso gently moved them both so that she was lying beside him. Slowly she came around and said, "Woah..."

Corso chuckled. "Welcome back to the land of the living? You alright, Ma'am?"

"Alright? Corso, you literally just kriffed me into unconsciousness. Not many women have a husband who can do that."

Corso chuckled and kissed her on his wife's forehead before asking, "So when did you start having fraternization fantasies, Moira?"

Captain Moira Denic Riggs giggled tiredly and said, "You know me. I like breaking the rules and, since I'm not a member of the Republic Military, this is as close as I could get. It's great that Taris has so many abandoned settlements. I wonder why they never came back to this one?"

Corso shrugged. "Well the toxic lake makes it impossible to grow crops. Not even rakghouls or nekghouls can live in the area because of it so hunting is no good. Until they get some pretty heavy duty industrial cleansing units to try and clean up the area, living here won't be very likely unless the Republic spends a ridiculous amount of credits supplying the colony."

"Well I've always had this fantasy about either sleeping with a military superior or a subordinate. I don't know why but it just got me so turned on."

Corso laughed. "It's because you're a rebel at heart, Darlin'. You like breaking rules, or at least pretending too. Well, I'm certainly not complaining because that was pretty amazing."

"Oh yeah it was;" said Moira dreamily. "That was probably some of our best sex yet. We really should do it again some time only next time, you can be the superior officer."

"Yeah?" he chuckled. "Well I get to seduce you?"

"Darling, I love you but I just don't think you have a seductive personality."

The glint in Corso's brown eyes made Moira both giddy and suddenly weary. "Is that so?" he rumbled in a voice that made her shiver and wriggle with want. "I'll have to keep that in mind for next time."

With slow, sultry purpose, he laid a tender kiss on the pulse point of her neck before lying back and closing his eyes. Moira suddenly had the feeling that she was eventually going to eat her own words.