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A Love Forged Amongst The Stars (Outlaw Star)
🕑 Added 2021-01-15 01:49:23 +0000 UTC
The one eyed outlaw sat at the bar in one of the many inns that inhabited Symka 5, thinking about her upcoming trip to the Oracion star system while she slowly sipped on her glass of whiskey. By definition, she was an outlaw and one of the most notorious fugitives of justice throughout the universe. Bounties on her head were posted up all throughout the Sentinel system and beyond. However, the woman simply known as "Hot Ice" Hilda was doing her best to fly under the radar these days after narrowly surviving death. She didn't recall much from that fateful day, but knew that she had been given a reprieve from death's embrace and gladly took it.
Trying to reinvent yourself while simultaneously avoiding capture and generating attention wasn't an easy thing to do when you're as infamous as Hilda. The woman could've easily faded into the shadows and ended being just another citizen amongst billions in the galaxy, but such a life was not meant for her.
After sitting around Blue Heaven for almost a month, trying to figure out what to do with her life, she grew penniless and bored. It was a risk, but using her connections to vouch for her, Hilda had found work with a number of less than reputable people. They didn't ask for her name and they paid well. Repossession of merchandise that didn't belong to her employers? No problem. She was no stranger to stealing and had proven herself to be an adept thief. Of course, she didn't use such a word to describe herself. Her work was nothing like a common bum pick pocketing coins from random drunk tourists or passersby. She traveled the stars searching for valuable rare jewels or lucrative trade secrets and all manner of merchandise in between.
The upcoming trip to Oracion system would be a bit more complicated than simply breaking into an old museum and stealing jewelry from a display case. She knew from the stories she heard about Oracion that the star system was home to many different races of aliens, and unlike her earlier travels across the universe, she had never been to Oracion. This meant that was pretty much going in blind, but that didn't deter her from taking the job. She had explored numerous worlds back when she was an outlaw and knew from first hand experience that she could handle anything that came her way.
Plus, the fact that she had been promised a huge pay day for completing the job had pretty much been the deciding factor. It sounded easy on paper; collect ten pieces of technology. However, the creators of this technology were a race of aliens who were isolated on their own planet. Unlike other species, these aliens didn't expand their influence throughout the stars and hsd been more than happy to keep to themselves on their homeworld. However, they did trade with the universe which would greatly aid Hilda with her task of gaining access to their planet.
The clacking of wood from the old fashioned saloon door caused Hilda to look up from her drink and turn her gaze towards the entrance of the inn. Even if things had been going well for her, she still had to keep her guard up.
"What'll it be?" The bartender asked the newcomer as he ceased polishing off the glass he held in his hand.
"I want something strong enough to knock a Ctarl-Ctarl out of her misery!" The whited haired woman demanded as she took a seat at the bar.
The bartender nodded and went back to a row of bottles to pour the fiery feline a drink while the upset girl placed her hands on top of the bar.
Hilda could see that this young woman wasn't hunting for anyone, the torn and shinged dress she was wearing looked like it belonged to a waitress who had caught on fire recently. Still, even though the woman wasn't a bounty hunter, the former outlaw couldn't take her eyes off of her. It was making her feel a bit hot and bothered below so she shifted her weight in her seat, crossing her legs which caused a muffled crinkle to come from her waist.
'Damn diapers.' Hilda mentally sighed.
If either the young woman or bartender had heard the commotion coming from her plastic backed underwear, they didn't seem to acknowledge it. The man was busy handing the young woman a glass filled with dark liquor who eagerly accepted it and took it down in one long swig.
"Another!" The Ctarl-Ctarl barked, slamming down a few notes onto the bar.
"You should slow down. That way you might actually enjoy your drink." The former outlaw said aloud to the frustrated feline woman.
In an instant, Hilda found a pair of angry steel blue eyes staring her down. Despite the woman's disheveled grey hair and utterly destroyed outfit, nothing about her appearance could detract from the death glare she was giving.
"What's it to you?!" The Ctarl-Ctarl asked in an annoyed tone.
The bartender returned to the frizzled woman and gave her another glass.
"Thanks." The cat girl muttered, taking the glass from the man and pounding it down in an exaggerated manner.
When the Ctarl-Ctarl finished the drink she slammed the glass back onto the table with the same level of intensity as she did when she finished the first drink. The bartender stood there in front of her, waiting expectantly, as she fished around in her pockets for the Wongs needed to pay for the next drink.
"Nya!" The young woman whined as she pulled out her empty pockets.
"The next round's on me." Hilda held out a fistful of Wongs to the bartender.
The bartender took the money and headed back over to make the frustrated feline another drink. He quickly returned with another glass filled dark brown liquor and gave it to the girl who quickly took the glass from his hand. She was about to bring the glass to her lips and chug it down when her one eye benefactor spoke up.
"Drink it slowly."
The young woman sighed and took the advice she had been given. She slowly sipped the drink from her glass as the bartender walked over to the sink to wash some glasses.
"See?" Hilda smiled. "Isn't that better?"
"Yeah." The upset cat girl replied in a pouty tone. "Thanks."
She took another slow sip and held onto her glass with her right hand as she ran her left hand over the wooden table top, raking her chipped nails over the counter absentmindedly. "My name's Aisha. Aisha Clan Clan."
"I'm Hilda." The former outlaw smiled again.
"Nice to meetcha, Hilda." Aisha replied, Hilda's genuine grin disarming Aisha's sour attitude.
Hilda couldn't help but stare at Aisha's piercing steel blue eyes. She was beautiful, for a Ctarl-Ctarl. Unlike more of her people, she had soft face devoid of those feline features that most of their people had which was framed by shoulder-length white hair. A massive braided pony tail hung down to around the swell of her back with a gold ring hanging from the bottom. There was something about this Ctarl-Ctarl that was making the normally icy hearted woman smile. Maybe it was her fiery attitude or silly, childish pout, Hilda couldn't put her finger on it, but the young woman sitting two stools to her right was really charming her. It was a strange sensation for a woman used to one night stands and quick bouts of passionate love making. If she didn't know any better, Hilda might've said she was falling for Aisha.
"Looks like you've had a bad day." Hilda observed.
"What gave you that idea?" Aisha replied with a smirk.
"You look like someone tried to cook you for dinner."
"It wasn't my fault!" Aisha huffed. "The cook called out sick so the stupid owner of the restaurant made me help in the kitchen!"
"And, that happened?" Hilda asked, pointing at Aisha's ruined green dress.
"Yeah, the stupid stove caught on fire while I was taking a customer's order. I walked back in the kitchen just in time to catch on fire!"
"That's rough." Hilda took a sip off of her drink. "So, what's a Ctarl-Ctsrl doing working in a diner way out here on the frontier anyway?"
"It's kind of a long story. The Imperial Ctarl Ctarl Deep Space fleet originally assigned me to the Oracion system to track down some important leads."
"You've been to the Oracion System?" The one eyed outlaw asked. "What's it like?"
"I didn't exactly get to spend a lot of time there." Ashia replied before continuing, "So, like I was saying, I landed on some planet full of genetically engineered dinosaur-men and i'm not even on the planet for ten minutes when one of them got in my face about being a Ctarl-Ctarl!"
"I've heard about those guys; they're very prideful and full of themselves." Hilda replied.
"Yeah, the guy was a jerk. He wouldn't shut up about how a Ctarl-Ctarl had wronged him or something. Anyway, I was winning the fight until five of those lizards jumped on me and, the next thing I know, i'm being bailed out of jail, courtesy of the Empire. It was humiliating!" Aisha exclaimed.
"That's low. Those guys couldn't take you in a one on one fight so they jumped you? How pathetic."
Aisha's smile returned. She really liked this Terran. "Exactly. I could've taken ten of those overgrown reptiles on if they wanted to fight fair, but they were obviously scared of my strength and dogpiled me."
"What happened after your superiors bailed you out?" Hilda couldn't help but ask.
Aisha's lips suddenly closed as her smile turned into a frown. "The Empire gave me just enough money to get to Symka 5 and took me off my assignment until further notice. I've been stuck here for months."
"Oh, I see." Hilda paused for a moment before asking her next question, "if you don't mind me asking, what did the Empire have you looking for?"
"I was pursuing leads on a mythical treasure. After coming in contact with the Galactic Layline, the Empire knew I'd be the best person for the job!" The cat girl perked up immensely.
"Wait a minute." The one eyed outlaw stared at Aishs in disbelief. "You've seen the Galactic Layline?!"
Aisha grinned, "I'd be lying if I said I personally saw it, but my friend, Gene did "
"Gene? Gene Starwind?"
The cat girl nodded. "The one and the same. I travelled with him for a while before the Empire assigned me to Oracion."
Hilda couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Tell me everything about your travels with Gene."
"Sure thing, but I'm going to need another drink first." Aisha held up her empty drink, gently shaking it to make the ice cubes clack against the sides of the glass.
Hilda chuckled. "Alright, I'll buy you another drink."
After six long months with no one to talk to, Ashia was more than happy to regale Hilda with tales about her travels. Chatting about her past adventures reminded the frisky feline just how fun she used to have journeying from planet to planet. When she finished telling her new friend all about the pirates and the Galactic Layline, it was her turn to ask Hilda some questions.
"Now that you know all about Aisha, I have a question for you."
"For me?" Hilda asked, wonderful what the slightly inebriated Ctarl-Ctarl wanted to know.
"Yeah. Just what are you doing here on Symka 5? I've been coming to this bar for a while now and I'venever seen you here before."
"I needed to stop off here before I continued to the planet of Thuyorians in the Oracion System." Hilda explained, leaning forward in her seat. "And I could use a partner who has been to Oracion."
The catgirl's ear twitched as Hilda shifted her weight in her seat.
"Really?!" Aisha couldn't believe it. This woman was offering her a chance to resume her travels through space!
"Yeah, you seem more than capable and it's not everyday that I meet someone who can keep up with me when it comes to drinking." Hilda winked.
"This sounds nice and all, but before I agree, what exactly are you going to do once you get to that Thuyorian place?"
"I can't really go into details, but let's just say that I'm hunting for treasure." Hilda chuckled.
"Alright, I'm in!" The feline woman grinned.
The night went on, and eventually the two drunken ladies wondered out of the bar and into the streets of Symka 5. They looked no different from any other young couple who were making out in public. Hilda had taken the lead and kissed Aisha's cheek before it evolved to swapping spit. Just before midnight they stumbled into the space port where Hilda's prized spacecraft; the XGP 15A-II or Osiris was stationed.
"That's a nice ship." Aisha admired the sleek spaceship ftom her new friend's arms. "What's it called?"
"Yeah, that's Osiris. I named it after the Egyptian god of the afterlife to honor my previous ship, Horus.The damn pirates destroyed it almost a year ago." Hilda explained, her mood slightly souring as she recalled her close call with death.
Sensing her new lover's discomfort, Aisha decided to speak up. "How about you show me around the ship? I'd love to see the bedroom."
"Let me give you the grand tour then, kitten." Hilda replied as she led the cat girl across the gangplank and up to the entrance of her beloved Osiris.
Right as they were boarding, a sudden warmth spread between Hilda's legs, causing her diaper to expand outward slightly while cradling her crotch in a humid embrace. Hilda knew that familiar feeling well and inwardly cursed hersel for drinking too much. Now she would have to postpone sex to take a shower and change her diaper which would only take God knows how long.
"Aisha." Hilda spoke in a more sober voice. "I have to go to the bathroom for a little bit. Would you mind waiting for me in the bedroom?"
"Why? Do you have to change your diaper?" The Ctarl-Ctarl grinned as she reached out her hand and cupped Hilda's padded crotch.
Hilda couldn't believe it.
"H-how did you know?" The blushing outlaw struggled to find the courage to ask.
"I heard your diaper crinkling in the bar."
"I should've known that I couldn't get anything past you." Hilda sighed.
'Aisha Clan-Clan has the best ears in the entire universe!" The frisky feline boasted before realizing that Hilda was absolutely crestfallen by this development. "How about I change your diaper and then we can have some fun?"
"Really? This doesn't gross you out?"
The cat-girl pulled Hilda in for a hug. "I like the sound of your diaper and I'm willing to wear them with you if it helps you feel comfortable."
Hilda briefly contemplated pulling away before allowing herself to relax into Aisha's arms. She was experiencing so many emotions at that moment and opted to let the Ctarl Ctarl cradle her in her arms. She never allowed herself to be exposed emotionally. This was one of the reasons why she had earned the name "Hot Ice Hilda" during her travels. Simply put, she wasn't used to feeling so vulnerable. The fact that she wasn't instantly rejected due to her plastic underwear made her love Aisha even more than she thought was possible.
A single tear fell from the diapered outlaw's eye as she tried not to cry. "I-"
The feeling of Aisha stroking her hair interrupted the one eyed Outlaw. "Maybe I should change you first?"
"No." Hilda asserted. Her voice firm and clear without a hint of her earlier uncertainty. "I want to diaper you."
Aisha grinned and released Hilda from her hold which caused the golden cat bell on her collar to jingle. "Alright, now you're talking."
The bouncy Ctarl Ctarl took a step back and stood there in the living quarters of Osiris waiting for Hilda to make her move.
Hilda stepped up to Aishia and leaned closely to the woman until she was literally breathing in the Ctarl Ctarl's ear. "Not here." Hilda whispered. "My diapers are in my bedroom."
An ear to ear grin spread across Aisha's face as her legs grew weak. She had never felt this way about another woman and allowed Hilda to lead her through the ship until they reached a door which led into a large, but modest room. It was quite spacious when compared to the closet sized rooms Aisha had seen on the Outlaw Star.
"Yes, that is a Queen sized bed." Hilda smiled and walked over to a drawer next to the door.
Since she had no other crewmates her room was larger than what most ship's allowed their occupants to have, but it was nothing too flashy. It gave her ample room to stretch her legs and the attached bathroom was a godsend after her messy accidents.
"Nyah!" Aisha exclaimed as she leapt into the bed and landed on her toned tummy before rolling over on her back and kicking off her shoes. "This is such a big bed!"
"Yes, it's absolutely perfect for a big baby like you." Hilda replied as she turned around to see the cute kitten making snow angels in her bed.
Aisha kept moving her arms and legs as she stuck out her tongue at Hilda.
"Such a silly kitten you are." Hilda smiled as she walked over to her bed holding a white plastic covered rectangle in her hand. "Now hold still for a moment."
The inebriated Ctarl Ctarl ceased making her bed angel and laid perfectly still for the one eyed outlaw who was about to diaper her.
Hilda placed the thick disposable diaper next to her lover and grabbed onto the waistband of her pants. Slowly she shimmied the girl's leggings down her shapely legs, pausing breifly for a moment to admire the girl's choice of underwear; a skimpy white thong which contrasted nicely with her beautiful brown skin. After taking in the sight of Aisha's mature undies, Hilda yanked the leggings off in one fluid motion.
"Mmmm." Aisha sighed happily as her leggings left her legs.
Hilda wasted no time hooking her thumbs under the waistband of Aisha's thong before teasingly sliding it down the woman's legs.
"I don't think you'll be needing these anymore." The outlaw grinned as she spun Aisha's white thong around her index finger before letting it sail through the air until it ultimately hit the wall and dropped to the floor.
Aishia couldn't help but giggle. "Better hurry up before I wet the bed."
Hilda unfolded the large white disposable and reached out for her lover's ankles with her free hand.
Aisha happily allowed Hilda to lift her legs up. She held them in the air while the one eyed outlaw slid the all white, adult sized pamper under her perfectly toned posterior. Aisha could feel the thick diaper as she lowered her feet to the mattress, it was cradling her ass like a pillow. She planted her feet in such a way that kept them firmly on the soft surface while keeping her knees bent so she could enjoy the diaper's cotton core rubbing against her bottom.
The former outlaw found her eyes wandering towards the girl's bare crotch which rested just above the ooen bulky disposable."I see that you shave."
Hilda couldn't help but admire the perfectly smooth pubic mound just above the woman's vulva. She leaned in and kissed Aisha's soft skin just above the cleft of her pussy before sticking her tongue out to lick the inner edges of the Ctarl Ctarl's swelling womanhood.
"Mmmm." Aisha moaned as her legs started to tremble slightly from the pleasure she was receiving.
"My kitten loves that, doesn't she?" Hikda asked in a sultry tone.
"Uh-huh." Aisha agreed, waiting for Hilda to go back to licking her lower lips.
"I better be careful or I might make the baby wet my bed." The one eyed outlaw teased.
With that said, she brought the fresh diaper up between Aisha's thighs and pulled the right side to the front panel and taped it down before repeating the process with the other wing. "There we go. My little kitten is now nice and snug in her diaper."
"Hey!" Aisha pouted, annoyed that Hilda stopped giving her oral. "What gives?!"
"I don't want you to get too excited." Hilda cooed as she reached up and cupped Aisha's cheek in her hand.
She found herself getting lost in Aisha's pale blue eyes and broke her gaze by looking at the rest of the girl's face. A blue triangle existed beneath her left eye and looked to be the same color as her beautiful eyes. Her slightly upturned nose and high cheekbones were almost as lovely as her eyes, but it was her lips that Hilda desired more than anything. She had to kiss those lovely lips!
Just as Aisha's lips parted to say something Hilda moved in and made her move, silencing the Ctarl-Ctarl. Aisha allowed the outlaw to slide her tongue into her mouth and explore to her heart's content as their tongues slid across each other. The two were kissing like that for what seemed like an eternity until Hilda pulled her lips away.
Aisha felt Hilda's finger trail down her body, sliding down over her tight frilly top until the outlaw was cupping the front of her diaper. Hilda pressed her two fingers into the crinkling bulk and traced the area where she knew Aisha's clit was. Aisha couldn't deny that the feeling of her pussy being teased through the padding was amazing. It was such an oddly unique feeling of being touched in such a sensitive place and yet never feeling her lover's hand through the plastic shell of her diaper. No matter how she moved, the diaper crinkled and contoured itself to her curves.
"Nyah!" Aisha exclaimed as she felt her padded underwear grow damp.
Hilda looked up from the diaper and watched Aisha's bountiful breasts rise and fall with each poke and prod. "Oh, silly me. I forgot to finish undressing you."
The outlaw pulled her hand away from Aisha's diapered crotch and grabbed the hem of the girl's uniform shirt. Hilda noticed that Alisha had raised her arms up which allowed her to easily pull the shirt smoothly over the catgirl's head. She took care not to brush against Aishia's ears before completing removing the garment and tossing it onto the floor beside her bed.
Aisha absolutely despised the uniform that she had been forced to wear while she served patrons at that awful restaurant and was elated to see it thrown to the floor with her leggings. She was no longer a waitress; she was Hilda's second in command and would happily follow the woman wherever she went.
The one eyed outlaw grinned and reached around to unhooked Aisha's bra. Aisha could feel Hilda's hands making their way up her back until they reached her shoulders. With a practiced hand, Hilda slid the bra straps down Aisha's arms and the two lovers let the bra fall to the mattress.
"Look at these lovely little milk duds." Hilda said in a sultry tone of voice as she admired the Ctarl-Ctarl's nipples.
Aisha felt her face grow hot as Hilda reached out and brushed the tip of her index finger against the nipple, touching her in such a tantalizing way which made her slightly shiver. "Mmm, that feels nice."
Hilda focused on the girl's right nipple, licking it with her tongue before taking it between her mouth and giving it a little suck. She could tell that she was making Aisha quiver with each little suckle. Her nipples were so big and hard; perfect for sucking on.
Aisha brought her hand to the front of her diaper and slid it past the waistband, causing the garment to crinkle. Her fingers slid into her tight, wet, womanly folds and she wasted no time time teasing her little nub while Hilda sucked on her tit. The combination of her new lover teasing her nipple while she fingered herself felt positively heavenly and the Ctarl-Ctarl wished that Hilda would never stop.
Hilda heard the steady symphony of crinkles coming from the girl's crotch and pulled away from her breast to investigate.
"I see someone's being naughty." The diapered outlaw smirked as she pressed her hand against the diaper, forcing Aisha to stop masturbating.
"What do you expect? You've been getting me so damn horny ever since you diapered me." Aisha explained.
"I'm the only one who is allowed to make you cum." Hilda stated in a firm tone. "Pull your hand out of your diaper right now."
The Ctarl-Ctarl blushed and pulled her hand out of her diaper like a naughty child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"That's better." Hilda cooed.
"Hey!" Aisha exclaimed, catching Hilda off guard. "Why are you still dressed anyway?"
Hilda couldn't help but chuckle. "You're right. How can we properly play if I'm not dressed appropriately?"
"Well, I think it's my turn to undress you, don't you think?" Aisha smiled and reached out and grabbed the dark fushia top Hilda was wearing.
The diapered outlaw found herself blushing slightly as she let Aisha take the lead. It was a rather odd feeling to be undressed by someone else. All of her past sexual encounters typically had her in the dominant position and she couldn't recall ever letting someone else undress her in such an intimate manner. However, she couldn't ignore the fact that it did feel nice to be stripped in such a sensual way.
"Let's get these out of here." Aisha grinned, flinging Hilda's gray sports bra into the air.
With catlike reflexes Aisha went for her lover's waist. A popping sound came from the material as Aisha unclipped Hilda's short shorts that she wore over her black leggings. "There we go."
Hilda felt the touch of recycled air on her thighs as Aisha slid the shorts down her legs which exposed her discolored diaper to the room. She looked up from her bulky disposable and saw that Aisha's eye were staring at the damp and discolored diaper that clung tightly against her wet crotch and perfectly toned ass. Finally, the catgirl looked up, her gleaming eyes matched her mischievous smile. "Looks like someone went pee pee." Aisha giggled.
"I told you I was wet, but I'm wet in more ways then one." Hilda winked and allowed Aishia to resume stripping of her of her leggings.
The giggling Ctarl-Ctarl tugged Hilda's leggings down her legs until they were pulled free and were unceremoniously cast aside.
Hilda was enjoying the role reversal, but she had let Aisha have her fun. With the last piece of her clothing discarded onto the floor it was now her turn to resume control. She pressed forward and locked lips with Aishia, catching the Ctarl-Ctarl off guard and sending them both onto the bed. They both land gently onto the soft mattress, but Hilda keeps Aisha underneath her as she continues her oral onslaught. Her legs slowly interlace with Aisha's as she ran her tongue across the catgirl's lips.
Aisha savours the feeling of Hilda's warm thighs as their legs rub up against each other. She can feel Hilda maneuvering her legs, trying to position them, as she continues to make out with her. The crunch of plastic on plastic echoed throughout the room, slightly overpowering the moaning sounds the two women were making as Hilda pressed her diaper down onto Aisha's padded crotch.
"Mmmm." Aisha purred as Hilda started to grind her crotch into her own.
The thickness between her legs, the sounds of the diaper pressing into her pussy, only magnified the feeling of naughtiness the young Ctarl Ctarl felt as Hilda's hand slipped into her diaper. She couldn't resist arching her back slightly to press her pussy against Hilda's hand.
The feeling of a pair of fingers sliding into her pussy made Aisha moan, breaking the kiss. "Right there."
Hilda smiled and resumed making out with her kitten as her two fingers started to slid back and forth into Aisha. The diapered outlaw could tell that Aisha was tight due to how the woman's vaginal walls wrapped around her fingers. It took a few moments for Aisha's pussy to gradually stretch, but this simply made Hilda feel hotter. 'She must not have been with many men.'
"Mmmm, Aisha." Hilda broke the kiss.
"Yeah? Why did you stop? What's wrong?"
"Have you ever been with a man?" Hilda asked.
The question lingered in the air for a moment as Aisha tried to figure out how to answer it.
"I've been with plenty of guys." The Ctarl Ctarl boasted.
"Your pussy tells me a different story." The diapered outlaw smirked.
"Aisha's been too busy for that!" The blushing Ctarl Ctarl blurted out.
"Don't be offended. The fact that you haven't been with a lot of men makes me feel even hotter." Hilda explained.
"Really?" Aisha's ear twitched.
"Of course. It's cute. Here, I want to teach you something that only us women can do." Hilda cooed.
Hilda broke away from the Ctarl Ctarl and adjusted her legs until they were parallel with Aisha's midsection. "Now press your diaper into mine."
Aisha nodded and slowly started grinding her padded crotch into Hilda's diaper. A soft, rhythmic squelching started to echo in her ears as Hilda's soaking wet diaper was repeatedly thrusted into her own. The sound was loud, but not as loud as the moans which were growing more frequent with each gyration of her hips. There was something else that was building up, something that annoyed Aisha. She didn't want to stop making love to Hilda to use the bathroom!
With each crinkled thrust into her crotch, Aisha came to the realization that she could just use her diaper like how Hilda did. She released her bladder while continuing her scissoring, peeing all of the booze Hilda bought for her into the diaper that Hilda had taped her into. As the diaper grew heavier, wetter and warmer, Aisha felt her loins tingle as Hilda kept bucking her own padded pussy into hers. The feeling of her wet diaper clinging to her skin, cradling her backside felt amazing.
Seconds turned to minutes as the tempo and vigour of their love making never faltered. Aisha had the stamina to do this fun little game for hours, but a gradually building sensation was growing in her pussy. She could feel the orgasmic energy growing strongly, rising higher and higher, threatening to consume her very being! She had never felt anything quite like it and was writhing and crying out for more as her body began to spasm.
Hilda's own body released all of her sexual tension into her saturated diaper, adding to the wetness with her own womanly essence. She collapsed on top of her little kitten and the two ended up in tangled heap on the bed as they rode out the orgasmic aftershocks that rocked them both to their core. Hilda couldn't remember the last time she came that hard. She wrapped her legs around Aisha's and started to stroke her hair.
"If you can find treasure half as good as you can fuck, I-"
A light snore coming from Aisha's mouth interrupted Hilda.
"Poor girl tired herself out." Hilda smiled.
The diapered outlaw stayed there with Aisha for roughly twenty minutes before getting out of bed and throwing on her pants and sports bra. She walked through the ship until she reached the bridge and took a seat, causing her wet diaper to squish. Hilda knew that she had to take a shower and change into a new diaper, but she had a mission to fulfill first and foremost. It was bad enough that she was already slightly behind schedule, but that didn't bother her much. It was going to be nice having Aisha accompanying her.
"This is the XGP 15A-II Osiris. Requesting permission to disembark from Symka Five."
"Everything seems to be in order. You're free to disembark, Osiris." The flight coordinator replied.
"Roger that." Hilda flipped a few switches and turned on the boosters, sending the XGP 15A-II Osiris accelerating away from the artificial satellite and into space.
To Be Continued...
