Samus' expert piloting skills, honed by years of combat flight sessions during her time both with the Chozo and the Galactic Federation themselves, outclassed that of the GF pilot pursuing her. They were good, to be sure, possibly the best GF pilot Samus had ever seen, but not better than her. She pulled a deft, daring move, one that completely bewildered the other pilot and sent him spinning, literally, through space as she whizzed past him in the opposite direction. When he turned to look, she was already gone in the blackness of space. The GF trooper radioed home that he'd lost the target, and was returning to base while they formed a new strategy.
Samus breathed a sigh of relief. Being a fugitive of one of the most powerful military organizations in the galaxy was proving to be just as taxing as she'd expected, though she quietly relished the time alone like this. Being apart from everyone else was always where Samus operated best, and being a criminal, cut off from the rest of the universe... almost suited her, in a way. Suited her just fine.
Speaking of being alone, Samus had an itch that needed scratched. Something that, interestingly enough, had been happening more and more often after she was injected with Metroid DNA. She was extremely horny right now. Her libido had spiked, she'd noticed back on the B.S.L. that she was getting a more sexual thrill than usual from the action. She'd always had a thrill-seeking attitude, she relished challenge and loved to blast things to bits, but recently anything exciting happening was also making her wet. She didn't know if it was actually the Metroid DNA doing something to her physiology or just a manifestation of her growing addiction to thrills, but regardless it was oh so sexy.
Samus let her ship drift forward through space, trusting the AI would guide it around obstacles, and stood up to strip. her Zero Suit off. She was also becoming more comfortable being nude, lately. Sometimes she itched to take her clothes off and just walk around naked for a bit, it made her feel good. This was a major reason for her believing the Metroid DNA was affecting her, it was clearly an animal mindset, to shed one's clothes. It made her feel more powerful and primal even, oddly enough. She should feel more vulnerable while nude, but it actually made her chest well up with an empowered sensation. Plus, it made her even wetter.
Samus didn't waste any time, she got down on her ass on the floor of the ship, spread her legs wide, and plunged a few fingers into her sopping snatch. It was hungry for attention, grasping at her fingers' contact desparately for more stimulation, lubing them up to make jilling herself easier. Samus licked her lips at the delicious sensations and brought her other hand up to grab at her breasts, nipples tingling with desire. They were fairly sizable things, D cups that struck a nice balance of form and function. Her ass, too, looked great, but didn't hinder her too much. It was certainly round and bubbly, and attracted a lot of looks when she went about town without her armor, but wasn't massive and jiggly.
Samus could feel the sensations coming to a head - she'd been orgasming more quickly too as of late - and let the feelings wash over her. It was spectacular, her entire light-skinned, toned body convulsed with the sensation of raw pleasure coursing through her veins, faint six-pack clearly working its best to guide her through the motions. In an odd moment of clarity, Samus mused how she would've made an excellent sexy cheerleader, she had the perfect body and acrobatic skills for it.
She didn't have much time to think, though, already her hands were working away at her body again, chasing another orgasm. She knew how her body worked, and it was either one-and-done or she'd be at it for the next several hours. This was proving to be one of the latter sessions.