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kinkyliterotica · 2 years ago

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Part 1

Ensign Vorik x OC Pon Farr Smut

Summary: Ensign Elisha is a security officer on the USS Voyager. She and Vorik have a casual friendship, but when B’Elanna rejects his advances, it is up to Elisha to satisfy his Pon Farr.

Warnings: Smut, Pon Farr, Interspecies Sex, Rough Sex, Sexual Tension, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink

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Vorik spoke quickly and hurriedly, not at all like a Vulcan or like himself, “B’Elanna, you may wish to reconsider. Your choices for a mate are currently limited to 73 male crew members, some of which are already unavailable.”

What was going on? Elisha stayed back in case she needed to duck out quickly. Maybe this was a bad time.

B’Elanna was becoming more incredulous. “I’ll worry about my choices myself, thank you.”

Vorik jogged up the stairs behind her, dead set on being face to face with her while he spoke.

“I should also remind you, that many humanoid species are unable to withstand Klingon mating practices--”

B’Elanna got up in his face, getting absolutely livid now with his insubordination.

“--Okay, that’s enough--”

Vorik continued despite B’Elanna’s warning.

“Whereas my superior Vulcan strength would make me a very suitable partner.”

On the last word he grabbed her face with his hands and held on tightly as she struggled. B’Elanna was no weakling, the fact that he had a grip on her at all was alarming.

Shit. Elisha dropped her coffee on the step and ascended quickly to intervene. She didn’t know what was happening, but it wasn’t consensual.

Before she could reach the two of them, B’Elanna escaped Vorik’s grasp and slammed her heel into his jaw. She heard the distinct pop of a bone out of place and a massive thud as Vorik’s body hit the floor. By some miracle he was still conscious, rubbing his jawbone looking entirely disoriented.

“Lieutenant!” Elisha called out, “Do you need my assistance?”

B’Elanna was out of breath, looking between Vorik and Elisha confused and terribly riled up.

“Yes, get him the hell out of here and down to sickbay. I’ll...I’ll be right behind you.” She quickly straightened her uniform and let out a heavy breath. She looked around as the entire engineering department had turned their heads to see what all the fuss was about. She moved around Vorik a little fearfully and addressed the crowd downstairs.

“I’ll be dismissing myself to sickbay, continue working on the assignments you were given. Ensign Vorik will be joining me as well.”

Elisha approached Vorik unsure of how to proceed. She had come here to do pretty much exactly the opposite of what she was doing now.

She bend down and held out a hand.

“Are you disoriented? Can you stand?”

Vorik looked up at Elisha completely dazed.

“Ensign...Elisha?”

Elisha sighed. “Yes, Vorik. I’m...I’m here to escort you to sickbay. You...need to be examined.”

Vorik looked around as if he was seeing somewhat clearly again. An ounce of composure was present on his face. He nodded.

“Yes, yes of course.”

He grabbed Elisha’s arm and allowed her to pull him to an upright position. He stumbled a little and Elisha grabbed the back of his arm to steady him. He wasn’t stumbling like a drunk, but he wasn’t sober either.

B’Elanna went ahead to sickbay on her own, which wasn’t entirely a surprise. However, that did leave Vorik and Elisha alone on an incredibly awkward journey to sickbay. As she walked him to the holodeck she felt strange waves coming off of him.

He was totally out of whack. Not consistent or stable in any sense of the word. It’s almost like he was hanging onto his sanity by a thread. There was a chaotic mix of anger, sadness, shame, guilt, confusion, and hunger. A deep well of hunger that was left woefully unfulfilled.

He was breathing heavily as the holodeck moved swiftly down. He faltered slightly and Elisha moved to grab him, her breasts accidentally rubbing against the back of his arm and shoulder blades.

Vorik made the smallest noise. It could have been a grunt or a heavy breath, but he definitely reacted.

Vorik’s voice came out low and vaguely threatening.

“Be cautious of how you touch me Ensign. I am not right.”

Elisha’s heart leapt in her chest. It took more courage than she thought it would take to speak.

“Vorik, what’s happened to you?”

“You should not be here, you’re not safe.”

Elisha felt a little stab of wounded pride. She gripped Vorik’s arm tighter.

“I do not fear you Vorik, you remember that well.”

Vorik let out a sigh before he straightened himself. He quietly and ashamedly said, “I can stand, Ensign.”

Elisha didn’t want to let go of Vorik. She could feel his shame radiating out of him. There had to be some explanation for this.

“You’re...not well Vorik. Let me help you.”

“No Ensign, you shouldn’t help me. It was not my intention to do this in front of anyone, especially someone whose respect I wish to keep.”

Elisha considered how to respond.

“You’re not acting like yourself, I won’t judge you as yourself.”

Vorik said, “A logical statement, but also a kind one. One I don’t deserve.”

They rode in silence the rest of the way to sickbay. The Doctor and B’Elanna insisted I stand guard outside the door in case Vorik began acting irrationally again.

Not long after Lieutenant Tuvok approached her, with long urgent strides. They nodded at one another, clearly the both of them knew what was going on inside.

Tuvok addressed Elisha, “Ensign.”

“Lieutenant.”

Tuvok looked around unsure what to say.

“I am obligated to ask, were you a witness to the exchange between Lieutenant Torres and Ensign Vorik?”

Elisha straightened up, “Yes Sir.”

“Please describe to me what exactly it was that you saw.”

“Honestly Sir, it was strange. I didn’t see how it started, but I saw how it ended. They were having an argument, and he grabbed the Lieutenant’s face with his hands, tightly enough that she had to break free. She managed to dislodge him and strike him in the face.”

Tuvok nods, “What was the nature of their discussion?”

Elisha looks down at her feet, this was such an uncomfortable conversation, “I can’t make any assumptions, but it sounded like they were talking about the Lieutenant’s mating preferences.”

Tuvok’s eyes belay a hint of apprehension. His lips pull tighter together.

“He was nearly screaming. I’ve never heard a Vulcan sound like that.”

Tuvok’s energy was a mixture of shame and fear. Not nearly as potent as Vorik’s. Tuvok’s emotional control was far superior, developed over decades of careful practice. When he finally spoke he spoke seriously.

“Ensign, I would advise you at this point to return to your duties and put this incident out of your mind.”

He was hiding something. Something about Vorik. She was compelled to dig deeper.

“Sir...what’s going to happen to him?”

“That is not of your concern Ensign, I have given you my suggestion. If you will not respect that then I will make them orders.”

Elisha’s stomach shrunk in her belly. She was much more worried about Vorik than she initially realized. She cared about him, she wanted to make sure he was going to be okay.

Tuvok, as a fellow telepath, could sense how disturbed Elisha was by this order. She cared for him, more than she let on. Perhaps, during this time, this was exactly what Vorik needed.

“Ensign, are you invested in Ensign Vorik’s well being?”

Elisha unsuredly said, “Yes Sir.”

“In this scenario, if Ensign Vorik’s life was in danger, would you do everything in your power to assure that he was kept alive?”

A little more confidently she said, “Of course, Sir.”

Tuvok hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much he should or could reveal to an outsider. Vorik’s options were limited right now, he had little other choice than to resolve his Pon Farr with a member of the crew itself. Elisha was young, consistent, and self-disciplined. She cared for Vorik, and she had the physical and mental fortitude enough to withstand, in his opinion, a potentially dangerous trial for a human body to take on. It was only logical.

“I am not at liberty to discuss something of such a highly personal nature with one of his fellow crew members. However…” He briefly hesitated, “I am quite sure that if you insist with him your readiness to help, he will be receptive.”

Elisha was surprised with Tuvok. He was advocating for his fellow Vulcan, she’s not sure about what. What he said would not have been strange coming from a human, but from a Vulcan this was practically begging her to talk to Vorik and convince him to let her help him. This was serious.

“Thank you, Sir.” She said in disbelief.

“However, you heard nothing of the sort from me.”

“Not a word, Sir.”

The both nodded in understanding. Soon after B’Elanna was escorted out of the sickbay as well as Kae. Lieutenant Tuvok and Torres stepped aside to talk privately while Elisha waited. A few minutes after that, Vorik came through the door as well.

Vorik looked taken aback by Elisha’s presence but composed himself.

“I can escort myself back to my quarters sufficiently.” He ground out.

Elisha shook her head.

“Those aren’t my orders.”

Vorik closes his eyes and tenses his shoulders.

“Very well, lead the way. Though I do insist that you keep your distance.”

“Can I trust you?” Elisha asks sincerely.

“I am not an animal, Elisha” He seemed to be saying that to himself as much ash her, “I am perfectly capable of returning to my quarters without the need for you to get heavy handed.”

Elisha was unconvinced, “All right.”

She walks him to the holodeck in silence. He’s slightly more composed than when she saw him last, and more volatile. His fingers are gripped so tightly that the knuckles are turning pale. She tries to remember that he is sick instead of being incredulous at his rudeness towards her.

He wasn’t giving her an opening, it’s not likely he’s going to share with her what happened in Engineering. She would have to chip away bit by bit before he gave her anything.

“Were you injured when Lieutenant Torres struck you?”

Vorik held his tongue for a moment before speaking, “I suffered from a dislocated jaw, B’Elanna is quite powerful.”

“...Why did you grab her like that?”

“You would not understand.”

“Because I’m not Vulcan? This is a Vulcan thing right?”

“A deeply personal Vulcan matter. One which I do not wish to discuss any further. I would ask that you please respect my wishes and allow me to go back to my quarters to resolve this myself.” He spat.

Elisha knows that it’s now or never as they’re quickly approaching his quarters.

“Is there anything I can do to help, please?”

Vorik turns to look at her, his brows drawn together in conflict. Should he stop her here, or bring her back to his quarters? He knows that once the woman steps through the threshold of his door, all self-control will be gone. Just thinking of Elisha in his arms, in his bed, was driving him mad.

“I know that it’s somewhat illogical,” Elisha continued, “we haven’t known each other for long. But I...need to make sure that I’ve done everything I can.”

She was practically begging for him to take her. Vorik thinks about all the ways that she could help him, on the wall, on the floor, on his bed, in his shower…

Vorik’s arm suddenly shot out and grabbed Elisha by her wrist. His grip was like steel, she couldn’t shake him loose if she wanted to. It wasn’t painful but it was firm.

“Everything? How far are you willing to go Ensign?”

Elisha's eyes opened wide in shock. The sexuality dripping in his voice struck her. She felt herself grow wet. The energy buzzing between them, the desperation of his grip. It thrilled her to her core.

“What do you need, Vorik? Before I agree, I need you to say it.”

Vorik tenses up and releases his hand like her wrist had burned him.

Quietly and reservedly he said, “Leave me.”

“Just tell me!”

“Leave me!”

Elisha grabs his arm and shoves him into his quarters. Being a security officer she was quite strong, manhandling was part of her job description. She hovers her hand over the button that closes it. He stood on the side of darkness, only candles behind him to illuminate him. She stood on the side of the light, the door creating a barrier between them. Whether she would cross it was up to him.

“If you need me, when you need me, call me. I’m not as weak as you think I am.”

Before Vorik can respond she says, “You’re confined to quarters until further notice.”

She presses the button and the door seal shut with a whoosh. She runs her hand through her hair and sighs. She needs to go to the gym to burn off some of this excess energy. As soon as she updates Security of Vorik’s status.

———

Vorik had spent hours in his quarters diving deep into his mind. He was the beach, and a storm was battering his shore.

His body was alive with electricity. His skin is sensitive to the touch of the air and the fibers in his clothes. He hadn’t eaten or slept in 3 days, he suspected that he did not have more than 4 days before he would no longer be able to maintain his standard bodily functions.

He knew that this was coming, he had felt the first pull of his logic weeks ago. Early signs of discomfort and discontent within him. He became more aware of his female crew members, B’Elanna especially. He knew that Tom Paris shared affection for her as well, being that she had rejected him he had hoped that she would see his own suitability as a mate. He hadn’t planned on proposing such an arrangement to her for some time, but the time came, and he could not control himself.

He had hoped that it would not be this. Of all times for his first Pon Farr to come, it had to be now, while he was trapped, lightyears away from his home, away from his kind. He was already breaking tradition just by initiating a Vulcan practice with an outsider. He did not have strong opinions about the subject of interplanetary relations, when your options are limited you’re forced to overcome potential obstacles.

He noticed that as often as B’Elanna was in his mind, Elisha was there also. He had not spent nearly the amount of time with Elisha as he had with his Lieutenant, but all the same it was true they had a connection. It was subtle but all the same sincere. He...enjoyed the time they spent together on the holodeck. The reality of being a starship crewman prevented them from developing that bond, but he had recalled it quite often. The potential of a connection that could be deeper.

With the use of his logic, he would respect and appreciate Elisha’s concern for his well being. Now that he was without it, his feelings towards her were purely carnal. He wanted her. He wanted every inch of her. On his body, in his mind, all of her swallowed up the great storm that he had become.

He feared himself, he feared that he would scare her, that he would harm her, that he would break her. He wanted her, but he needed B’Elanna. It was only logical. She was half-Klingon. She could safely take on the physically rigorous burden that was ahead of him. That is if he was able to secure a mate at all.

Sweat dripped onto his hands as he meditated. The fever was beginning, he would soon lose his reason completely. He needed to act now while he still could.

He was disrupted from his meditation by the ringing of someone at his door. He had no assumptions of who it was, all he felt was anger at being interrupted.

“Go away.”

The door whoosed open behind him. Great anger rose in him and he spun around to shout with complete rage, “I said...go away!”

When he opened his eyes to see that it was Lieutenant Tuvok standing before him. The backlight behind him hurt Vorik’s eyes.

He felt a wave of nauseating shame, “I’m sorry Sir…”

“No, I must apologize for the intrusion, particularly at this time.” His voice was heavy with implication.

“So you know.”

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“The resolution must be that we become mates. It is only logical!”

B’Elanna needed him, and he needed her.

Tuvok gently reminds him, “Lieutenant Torres has never been a great follower of logic.”

Vorik grits his teeth, “You think she’ll reject me again?” He could not suffer a second humiliation at her expense, particularly now.

Tuvok spoke slowly, “It might be wise, to continue your meditative efforts.”

Vorik let out a long heavy breath. Despite their mutual need, he doubted that given the circumstances, he would be able to win back B’Elanna’s affection after his last slight. Despite their bond she was strong willed, and not easily persuaded.

Defeated and tired, he said, “I’ll do my best, Sir.”

Tuvok did not make any indication that he was leaving.

“Was there something else Sir?” He grit out. If meditation was all that he could do he wanted to be left to it.

“It is not my place to involve myself in your personal matters. I too, have been through this exact trial you are faced with, at this point, many times over.”

Tuvok relaxed his posture.

“However, I have observed Ensign Elisha’s concern for you myself. In my personal opinion she is an exemplary crew member aboard this ship, and a trustworthy individual. Given her apparent affection towards you, and her respect for secrecy, I believe that she would make a superior choice to Lieutenant Torres.”

Vorik’s frustration cannot contain itself.

“She is a human Sir. The complications of relations between our races are not lost on me. Though Ensign Elisha is strong willed she lacks the physical strength to withstand--”

“Ensign Elisha is more than capable where her physical strength is concerned.”

“--regardless we do not share a bond, as B’Elanna and I do. She would be the logical choice.”

Tuvok looked towards Vorik paternally.

“I would advise that with your options being as limited as they are, choosing someone willing as opposed to someone who is not, would be the more logical endeavor.”

Tuvok turns to make his leave.

“I will speak no more of this, Ensign. Choose how you will. You do not have much time.”

As Tuvok left, Vorik’s rage took on a new face. He roared and hurled his sofa off of the floor onto its back. He took a decorative statue that held no sentimental value and smashed it into the far wall. He tore his tunic off and placed his head in his hands as he wept.

How had he been so foolish? Why had he forced a bond with B’Elanna? He ruined everything. He would be lucky if he was ever allowed to speak to her again, much less gain her affection.

Elisha...he hadn’t known her long. He knew she was intelligent, clever, capable, but not much else. She was a telepath, like him. They shared common interests. Common friends even.

She had expressed interest in helping him. Despite her naivete, he had capitalized on it quickly. As soon as she submitted herself to him in the smallest way, he needed to touch her. He needed her to know his power, his drive, his fear. He wanted to bond with her.

However she didn’t really know what she was offering. She didn’t know what would be required of her. The sacrifice, the great trial she would have to overcome. There would be blood. It would last for days without end. Things would never be the same again, once that bond is made in body and mind there is no going back.

If she rejected him as well, he didn’t know if he could cope. These women had the power to unknowingly subject him to death. How could he not fear their rejection?

Regardless of that fear, it was logical to pursue all available options until he had none left. A rejection would mean little if he was dead in less than a week. He had to try.

He pulled himself off of the floor and walked towards the comms unit by the door.

“Ensign Vorik for...Ensign Elisha.”

30 seconds passed before she responded, she sounded out of breath.

“Yes Vorik?”

Hearing her voice twisted his stomach. His need for her was a physical pain in his lok.

“Would you kindly meet me at my quarters?” He grit out, his jaw tense.

She was silent for a long moment.

“Tell me what’s going to happen when I get there, Vorik. I deserve that much.”

He shut his eyes tight and hung his head. All of his pride was gone and all that was left was to beg for relief from this pain.

He leaned in close to the comms until his forehead touched the wall. He closed his eyes as he let his guard down enough to be honest. If there was a time for honesty, it was now.

“I need you.” He quietly begged.

“My body or my mind?” She inquired.

He gnashed his teeth as he admitted, “Both.”

He heard her sigh over the comms.

“How soon? For how long?”

“Soon, and possibly, for several days.”

“Days?!”

Vorik waited anxiously for her to make her decision. The sweat was reaching his brow but he did not open his eyes or wipe it away. She held his life in her hands.

“This is not something to be taken lightly, Ensign. This much I will warn you. However, I will not force you.”

Still she was silent.

“Give me...an hour to get my affairs in order. I’ll meet you there.”

Vorik’s eyes opened wide in shock. She hadn’t rejected him. His heart beat out of his chest and a relief washed over him. He would have his woman, she would soon be his.

“Thank you, Elisha.” His voice trembled but he didn’t care.

His whole body was shaking. He couldn’t believe she had answered his call. She knew no reason and only risk and she agreed anyway.

He would have to prepare. He had one hour. He looked at the disarray he had created in his quarters. He quickly and recklessly righted his furniture. He picked up the broken pieces of his shattered vase and threw them in the receptacle. He moved the furniture against the wall. He wanted to minimize damage to his living space as much as possible.

This was his first Pon Farr but based on how he was feeling now, he knew that his body was capable of great destruction. It was an instinct, he held no hesitation or nervousness about how they would mate. His body knew that it needed it, and soon she would too. She would become a vessel for his need.

His lok ached inside of his trousers. He moaned and grabbed his throbbing member through them and took a deep breath. He wanted to run through these halls, tear down her door, and have her right there on the floor. Like an animal, stalking his prey to its hiding place and taking what he needed from her sopping wet cunt…

He was drenched in sweat. She couldn’t see him like this.

He removed his clothes and put them in the laundry receptacle before stepping into the sonic shower. He cleaned himself roughly and thoroughly. His skin was on fire. He tended to his personal hygiene and changed into a simple but traditional Vulcan piece of clothing. The robe covered his bare feet and would be easy to remove when he needed to.

When he was finished he sat by his meditation shrine and focused for what felt like ages on belaying his need until Elisha arrived. Only then was he struck with the fear that she would change her mind, that she would leave once his waters had just begun to be cooled. How could he reassure her?

The door chimed and he whipped his head around to face it. He got to his feet quickly and composed himself enough to say,

“Enter.”

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thatssojeff · 7 months ago

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Things I Learned Selling Smutty Fan Art At A Comic Convention

The overwhelming majority of women at comic conventions are into smut.

They all feel free to be excited about seeing smut around their friends, but they sneak away from the group 20 minutes later to actually buy it.

The majority of men are horrified by the sight of a guy with his shirt off.

Something can be so gay that homophobes can’t linger long enough to spout their bigoted views, lest they be seen standing near gay stuff.

Tween girls LOVE offensive stickers. LOVE. THEM.

Dads will reluctantly buy tween daughters almost anything they want.

Those dads draw the line at stickers that say “fuck me like the government.”

I knew anime was huge, but Jesus Christ, I was the only person in a Star Trek uniform at a COMIC CONVENTION. It was like 70% anime cosplay.

For all the shit people talk online, Star Wars is still huuuuuge. The day I went as Obi-Wan I was stoically told “May the force be with you” all day long by fellow Jedi.

When your friend says “if you’re going as Obi-Wan, I’m going as a sexy Anakin” you are apparently not allowed to ask “Hayden Christensen or Jake Lloyd?”

#star wars #howls moving castle #whatever the fuck that is #Star Trek strange new worlds #smut #smutty fanart #comic con

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enchantedflameandflower · 1 month ago

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Save a horse, ride a Karl

which one would you pick first? 😋

additional bonus question - which two together? 🥹

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ml080504 · 7 months ago

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JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE

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g0thc0re420 · 3 months ago

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Manicure: Spock x Reader

Song: Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

CW: MINORS DNI!! smut. from the very beginning it’s just smut. hand fetish (it’s foreplay with a vulcan lol.) oral fixation with fingers (finger sucking, gagging on fingers). breeding kink (but like also trying for a baby) hair pulling.

Spock might be a little OOC but honestly I stand behind the idea that loves being very touchy with the people he loves and adores the most.

Spock didn’t know what he was expecting when he entered the code to your room, but it certainly wasn’t this. He had seen you many different ways, sick, excited, even naked, but this was different. He scrunched his nose, the smell of nail polish wafting across the room. He saw you, sitting criss-cross in front of your coffee table. You had a row of metal nail instruments and a cleaner sitting in front of you. You were happily singing along to the background music you had on.

It was one of his favorite things about you, you always seemed to have the right music for any situation. You had even curated a playlist for him for his birthday, Spock listened to it frequently. It took him a moment but he soon recognized the melody flowing into the room. He stood across from you, contentedly watching, trying to not disturb the focus you held on the cuticles of your fingers.

“Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers, wrapped in your arms,” You softly sang as you looked up at him. Noticing his shadow fall over the table. You gently smiled at him, scooting over on the floor to make some room for him, patting the floor next to you.

He sat, forgetting what he was needing to talk to you about, “T’hy’la, might I inquire how your day was?” He felt breathless, watching as you gently started buffing the previous layer of clear polish off.

“McCoy was more annoying than usual, but other than that I would say my day went pretty well. I was able to start research on testing to see if there is a genetic predisposition for Bendii Syndrome.” You had now moved to shaping your nails, and Spock was watching every movement. “It seems the Vulcan high council is now more set on completely eradicating it. And they chose a human to do it.” A smile Spock had only seen a couple times appeared on your face. You were proud of yourself. This smile had mainly been reserved himself, although Spock was never really sure if he ever deserved it when you looked at him like that.

You were now taking the cleaning solution and cotton balls and wiping the dust from all the filing off your nails. Spock couldn’t keep his eyes off your hands as you inspected your hand, stretching your fingers and humming at your handiwork, “Do you think they look good?”

Spock noticed how his mouth had run dry, he swallowed thickly before flicking his eyes to yours, you were waiting patiently for his response, even wiggling your fingers in the air for a dramatic effect. He watched as your look slowly shifted to one of concern.

“Spock, are you feeling okay?” You slowly shifted, facing toward him, and Spock finally looked somewhere other than your hands. Noticing the black tank top you were wearing. His eyes falling over your exposed skin, eyeing the intricate details of the tattoos that covered your arms. He felt a very human emotion fill him, and soon he would be showing you just how he was feeling.

“Spock,” he blinked, looking into your eyes as you snapped, “Are you feeling well? You’re turning green-oh.” He watched as you shifted your weight, finally realizing.

“I promise I am in perfect health my dear. Your hands look great. Please continue.” You nodded sheepishly and he watched as blush creeped over your neck and cheeks, before turning back to the table. Slowly pulling a thin coat of clear polish over your nails, before placing them under a UV light. After a moment or two the timer went off. You wiped them clean once again before placing your hand in front of you.

Spock had been resisting the urge for so long he felt almost robotic as he reached forward and grabbed your hand. Pulling it towards his face as he traced the lines of your fingers. He felt another wave of lust roll through him as he moved behind you, pulling you into his lap, the feeling of his cock straining against his pants was getting to be too much.

You squeaked at the sudden movement, moving around in his lap, Spock let out a soft moan as you pressed against him, just trying to get comfortable. He closed his eyes, letting his hands fall at your hips. He had missed you today. There wasn’t a moment today that either of you could steal away. You had spent all day in back to back Federation meetings and holed away in the research labs. Spock had spent the better part of his day on the surface of a new planet. Finding an interesting micronism, he had a suspicion it was a type of fungi, but as of right now, he wasn’t sure. Right now, he couldn’t focus on anything.

“Spock,” Your voice was quiet, “I’m finished, do you wanna see them?” He could hear you lightly tap them on the table in front of you. He couldn’t help the way he snaked his hands up your body, before sitting forward, pressing his chest against your back. Gingerly taking your hands into his, he let go of the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. The way you could make him feel so human, yet so Vulcan at the same time always baffled him. It was the way you truly saw him as who he was. Never comparing either side or trying to push him to either. You always looked at Spock as if he was a complete being.

“They might be the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen.” He mused aloud as he started playing with your fingers.

You took a second and adjusted yourself, turning in his lap so your chests pressed each other’s. “I think that might be the highest compliment I could ever receive from you.” You were looking at where your fingers lined with his, a shiver running through you as you inspected the size difference. He watched as you took the opportunity and stole a second for a Vulcan kiss, your fingers almost dancing over his, as if you were nervous to make a move like that. Then, without warning you gently kissed his knuckles. The kiss was barely a whisper, your lips gently grazing over his skin, almost as if you were teasing him. He didn’t miss the way your lips twitched at the corners as a breath caught in his throat.

“I missed you today. I know Vulcan’s require less sleep, but Spock you were gone before I was awake and I woke up at 0500.” Your thumb works soothing circles on the back of his hand. The love you held for him, washed into him as you pressed your palms together. It clicked for Spock that you had genuinely worried about him today. The light touches and kisses a way of conveying that softness to him.

“I apologize. My intention was not to worry you. I’ve been working on some interesting research. We found an oceanic micronism in the water testing samples and it’s displaying some interesting characteristics. It may be a certain type of fungi. However, I am not certain-” Spock had noticed the look on your face, he had seen that mischievous look in your eyes before. The time you hid a whoopie cushion in the Captain’s chair. Most recently was when you had hidden lingerie under your uniform and gave Spock a private show in his office. He had no time to react as you kissed the tips of his fingers before pulling a single digit into your mouth. Eyes still holding his gaze.

He tried to continue, but just as he did, you pulled a second finger to join the first and he didn’t miss the way you lightly grazed your teeth over the tips of his fingers. He could only imagine how he looked, he knew his cheeks were flushed a dark green right now, he watched as you pulled his fingers from your mouth, a small trail of drool still connected to your lips. He had to remind himself to breathe as he moved you off his lap and stood. Standing over you now, he watched as a glint of worry crossed your features. He held out his hand to you, “It would simply be most illogical to partake in coitus anywhere but the bedroom. The carpet would burn your skin.”

You accepted his hand and with Spock’s help stood, before he had pulled you into his chest again. He needed to have you close at this moment, he had never even wanted to have sex before he met you, and you were intoxicating. You always had been for him, seeming to take the air out of any room you were in. Even now, Spock was following the human tradition of an engagement before he wed you. You wanted a ceremony with your friends and family. Spock would give you that if you wanted it, he would give you Earth if he could, and he hoped he had spent his entire courting you, making sure you knew that.

Spock led you into the bedroom, trying to control the needs bubbling inside of him. The desire for you feeling like it was trying to claw its way through his chest. Suddenly, you stopped, stepping in front of him and bending down as you silently pulled down the shorts you were lounging in. Your bare ass now bent over in front of him, you slightly shimmied in front of him, just enough for a teasing jiggle . He noticed the absence of underwear in the forming pile on the floor and that was it. What little reserves Spock had left his body. He was behind you in an instant. Pulling your bare ass against his clothed dick, he didn’t miss the way that you pressed yourself back into him, or the sigh that fell from your lips.

He fumbled for a second with his belt, before weaving his free hand into your hair and shoving you face first into the mattress. He couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled in his chest if he tried. You weren’t even fighting back. “T’hy’la you look pathetic right now.”

You scoffed, managing to turn your head to the side and trying to glare at him from over your shoulder, “Yeah, you say that, but you should take a look-”

Spock had moved his hand from your hair, and shoved two fingers in your mouth. He closed his eyes as your lips wrapped around his digits, and he took a moment to see just how far he could push you, slowly pushing his fingers further down your throat before pulling out, and restarting at the tortuous pace, pushing further each time. Until tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you were solely relying on breathing from your nose. You coughed as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and he softened. Pulling you to him ever so slightly. Guiding you by your chin until you were looking at him.

Your eyes slightly glazed over and Spock noticed how your skin felt flushed, “I apologize. I should have asked-”

You quickly shook your head, so aggressively you stumbled a little bit, “No,” You were still breathless, “I liked it.” you placed a kiss just under his ear lobe “I trust you.” A second kiss, now on the shell of his ear, “Completely.”

Your face was in the mattress again as he stepped in between your legs, spreading them slightly until the fit was comfortable for him. He stepped back for a moment, only taking the time to pull himself through the zipper of his pants before coming back to you. His hand once again snaked up the base of your skull, weaving his fingers into your hair, the other one gripping your hip. He took a breath, before slowly starting to push into you. He set his pace slow, wanting to enjoy every second of this moment. He could feel you wiggle slightly under him. Desperate to feel anything more than he was currently giving you.

“Patience my dear. It is a virtue you must learn.” His second thrust was just as slow, he even took a brief pause while he was fully sheathed, slightly bumping his head into the spongy tissue he felt. He reveled in the feeling as you fluttered around him. You wiggled under him and he rolled his eyes, “I expect you to listen to your superior when you’re given an order.”

You froze, he watched the muscles in your thighs tighten as you tried to stiffen as straight as a board, He started again, “Do you understand me Lieutenant?”

You nodded under his hand and he paused again, slowly tightening his fingers in your hair as he lifted your head, “Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No Commander.” The words spilled from your lips and he noticed how swollen they already looked. He was amused by the way he could so easily make you lose all logical sense, just wanting to do anything to make him pleased. He clicked his tongue as he set a quicker pace this time. He pulled you closer to him, the slight whimper from you egging him on even more, his hands moving from your hip to your thigh. Raising your leg until your knee was resting on the bed as well.

The change in angle caused a surprised moan to fall from you and you clenched around him. Spock faltered in his pace for a brief second before he pursued you faster, his thighs now hitting the edge of the bed frame as he felt a familiar tingle starting in the pit of his stomach. The sounds coming from you with every thrust were almost too much for him, between the sound of your skin, and the incoherent babbling he was pulling from your lips it was almost enough to do him in.

He moved his hand from your hair, your head gently falling back into the mattress, as he gently traced the lines of jaw, resting his first two fingers on your temple, and soon, he was basking in the warm golden light that was you. He could feel the love and adoration from you. He could feel something more, just a thought floating around before his own smacked him in the face. A primal urge seemed to fill him as he thought about it.

You, filled to the brim with his seed. You, pregnant, the way your skin would glow, how he would have even more of an excuse to go randomly see you in the middle of the day. You, as a mom, to Spock, it would be no greater than honor than raising a child who had half of what you did.

He couldn’t hold the words, they were falling from his mouth before his brain even registered what he was saying. Jim always said ‘a drunken mind speaks sober thoughts’ and Spock now understood what that meant, in his love drunk state, he had told you one of his deepest desires, from the moment he had met you. His hand fell to your chin, resting his hand under your jaw to keep you supported, “Do you want a baby?”

Your hips stuttered for a split second, and Spock panicked. He felt his heart squeeze in an uncomfortable way, his lungs felt heavy, “Yes Commander.”

“Do you want my baby?” He needed clarification, he needed to know you wanted this.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking a deep breath, trying to steady your breathing, “Yes Spock. I want to have your baby.”

Spock was done for. He found your temple once again as he reached the edge, holding on to anything for just a second longer, before you were there with him. He let himself fall, moving his hand from your thigh to your midsection, pulling your body further against him. He gently worked you down, never stopping, only slowly in his languid motions in and out of you. He stayed in you, until your breathing slowed down and until, all, parts of you relaxed.

He slowly pulled away, before working on you, helping you move further up on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable with a pillow. He was gone as soon as you were settled, returning moments later with a glass of water and a warm washcloth. “Please, drink my dear.” He wiped you down from head to toe. Starting with your face, he gently wiped the tear streaks, before noticing how dry your lips were. He placed a very human kiss on them, almost as if he were trying to kiss them better.

There were bruises forming where he held your jaw. He could feel the slight furrow in his brows. Your hand graced his cheek, he looked in your eyes for the first time and he swore he could see the love he felt from you earlier, had you always looked at him like that? “Stop worrying. I liked it, and I like the bruises.” You gently trailed off again, eyes dropping from his gaze. Spock couldn’t believe you were shy about admitting this to him with everything that just happened between the two of you.

He had now moved on to your chest and arms. Moving in steady even motions across your skin.“I know I can be…forceful. I do not wish to inflict any-” He stopped as you held your hand up.

“Spock, I need you to understand that I wanted everything you did to me done. I promise, I will let you know if you ever take it too far, but maybe we could benefit from having this as a bigger conversation tomorrow.” He has now moved to your hips, taking extra care around the where he once gripped you. “I think it would be great to establish boundaries so there are preset guidelines for any type of sex we have.”

He was now wiping down your thighs and legs, letting the words you spoke process as he inspected your body. He was amazed at how you always seemed to find a way to find a solution that benefited everyone, “I think your idea sounds very logical. It would benefit in the enjoyment for both of us.”

“Yes! Exactly!” You lazily smiled at him as you crawled under the blankets, “Now, I know with as much as you love me, Vulcans need time to process things. But you are Spock, and you did a lot of things tonight ruled by your emotions. I know that takes a toll on you.” You opened your arms, and he willingly fell into them, letting all of his weight on you as he took what seemed like his first steady breath of the night.

He couldn’t help but press his head further into your touch as you gently ran your fingers through his hair, your nails every so gently grazing his scalp, he felt his skin tingle after you, you continued speaking, you voice quieter now, “You need to go shower, you’re still in your uniform. Take a moment for you, I’ll be here when you come back.”

You were laying on your stomach when Spock entered the room again, his hair still slightly damp, he may have rushed his routine just to be by your side again. He thought you were sleeping, until he heard your voice call out into the darkness, “Computer, play ‘Apocalypse’ by Cigarettes After Sex, year 2017.”

Spock recognized the tune immediately, the same song all of this had started with, as he crawled into the bed beside you, within a breath you had pressed yourself into his side, your head finding solace in the crook of your neck. He could feel his skin prick as your breath fanned across his skin. Your hand quickly found his as you laced your fingers together.

“I was being serious earlier. About wanting to have your baby.” Your voice is just barely a whisper as you speak in the darkness of the room.

“As was I. I feel it would be my greatest honor to raise a family with you,” he gently rolled, so he was able to look at you, his free hand gently cupping your face, “I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

“I cannot wait to marry you.” You closed your eyes as you spoke those words and Spock knew he would spend the rest of his life making sure you spent every moment knowing how much he truly loved you.

He didn’t even care when he instinctively pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well T’hy’la. I will be here when you wake.” Spock knew his life was now changing, forever. There was no going back, yet also not an ounce of doubt arose from his decision. As your breathing slowed, subconsciously falling into rhythm with his. He slowly closed his eyes, letting everything else but the current need for sleep fall to the wayside. Sinking lower into the feeling, Spock realized, if you liked the bruises, the next time you put on a show for him like that, he wouldn’t wait to make it to the bedroom.

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sachiko6243 · 1 year ago

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Fuck me, while I taste your fingertips

Summary: The title says it all

Word count: 2827

Warnings: pure smut, soft to rough, made for my finger and hand fixated vulcan loving people ;) (aka: @mystery-star)

Minors DNI !!! this contains adult content

I was just walking out of the shower, my towel still wrapped around my body, the hair twisted into a sloppy bun on the back of my head. Spock was sitting on his desk, working down some files on his PADD. I had been teasing him the whole day to the point where he had looked like he was about to snap any moment. To my surprise he kept his demeanor pretty well and only those who knew him very well, were able to see, what was really going on inside the Commanders brain.

Knowing he was probably trying his hardest distracting himself with anything, I sneaked up behind him, putting my lips right next to his ears: “I need you.” Was all I said and he immediately tensed up. Taking a deep breath, he turned off his PADD and rolled his chair back a bit. His eyes were trained on my body, looking me up and down with a hungry look on his face.

I tried my best to not get too distracted by the things it did to me, keeping my eyes trained on his face. “Remember what I told you earlier?” I asked, waiting for him to respond.

“You have asked me a lot, today. Please elaborate further to which event you are referring.” He pressed out, his voice just as tensed as his body.

“I think you know.” Letting go of my towel, I grabbed his hands, slowly starting to play with his fingers. His reaction was instant. He let out a low moan, sinking back into his chair, half closed eyes watching my fingers play with his.

“T’hy’la…” His voice was husky and he stopped talking, when I pressed light kisses on his fingertips. Taking the last step between his legs, I put his hands on my hips, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “Do you trust me?” My question had him raise his brow. “You are my wife; it would be illogical of you to assume I do not.” His answer made me chuckle lightly. “Good thing I learned to translate your words to what they actually mean.”

Sinking to my knees I never let him out of my sight. As if on que, he spread his legs further apart, making it easier for me to kneel between them. Out of reflex, his hands went to my head, but I held them down. “No, not today. I want to take care of you.” He immediately obeyed my command, resting his hands loosely on his thighs.

I let my fingers run over his thighs, his lower stomach, making him shiver and twitch in anticipation, before I gave in. Slowly opening his belt and pulling down the zipper. When I freed his member, I pressed a soft kiss to the tip, eliciting a low moan from Spock. “Please…” He begged, but I didn’t give in. Planting soft kisses along his shaft and sweetly licking his tip, until he was panting above me.

Then I stood up, holding him down by his shoulders, when he tried to reach for me. “Relax.” I climbed onto his lap, lining up his cock with my entrance, slowly sliding down on him. Had I not been horny all day, that maneuver would have been nearly impossible. Because unlike what Spock seemed like on a day to day basis, this man was packed. And when I finally bottomed out on him, I let out a deep moan, holding onto his shoulders to gain some control back. Instantly his hands gripped my hips, rolling them along his lap, earning a high-pitched yelp from me. Fighting against the hot waves starting to rise in my body, I shook my head: “No. Give me your hand.”

Spock looked at me confused, but complied. And when I led his right hand to my lips, the realization dawned on his face.

I started with kissing his palm down to every finger, before I took his middle and ring finger in my mouth, wetting them with my saliva. Before was even able to fully take them down my throat his head rolled back, the grip of his left hand growing harder on my hip. It was working.

Sucking on his long digits, I let my tongue circle around them, like I was giving him a blowjob. I switched between his fingers. Changing the speed and depths I took them into my mouth with. And the longer I sucked on his fingers, the more agitated his breathing became until he was panting again. That’s when I decided to give him the last bit. Letting my right hand wander to his ear, I softly stroked the outer shell of it. And as soon as I touched his ear, he bucked up underneath me, forcing his cock deeper inside of me, a loud moan rolling through his chest. I let his hand go with a soft plop, reaching for the other one, repeating what I was doing.

His face was covered in a soft shade of green, the tip of his ears painted a flashy dark green. I was watching intently, how his mouth shivered, quiet Vulcan curses flowing from his lips. His whole body was tensed, his hand gripping my body tightly as if he needed to steady himself on something. “T’hy’la…” He breathed out, opening his eyes. And the look he gave me, said everything I needed to know. He was close, begging me to come.

I took his fingers down my throat as deep as I could, simultaneously clenching around his cock and stroking his ears in the most sensual way I could. That’s when it happened. With a loud moan ringing through the room, he came. I could feel his cock twitch deep inside of me when he shuddered underneath me. The feeling of hot seed shooting up my core, filling me up. It was heavenly seeing him come undone like that.

He pulled his hand out of my mouth, grabbing me and pulling me flush against his chest. His grip was hard but I liked how it made me feel even closer to him. It took him quite some time to calm his breathing to a point, where he was able to talk again. “What… Why?” Was all he was able to press out, making me smile. It didn’t happen often, for Spock to be out of words, but when it did, it was the cutest thing I could imagine.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Why not? I know how sensitive your hands and ears are and what it does to you, seeing me fidget my fingers all day, so I wanted to do you a favor. It was kind of mean of me singing that song, while literally performing finger porn right in front of you. I am actually quite surprised you made it that long without pulling me into the next room and fucking me senseless.” I smirked.

He raised an eyebrow, now almost back to his calm and collected self. “You did that on purpose?” I just laughed. “For what other reason would I be singing ‘Talking bodies’? I mean the line she sings the most is literally ‘fuck me while I taste your fingertips’. So that just got me thinking of a new way to please my husband.”

His eyes went dark, hearing what I shamelessly admitted. “You want me to fuck you, while you suck on my fingers?” I nodded, feeling the blush creep up my cheeks. He just tilted his head, obviously stuck in his thoughts. “Then why did you not let me touch you and refrained me from moving one bit? I believe this was not as pleasurable for you as it was for me, giving the fact you are a human.”

I just shrugged. “I don’t mind it.” But my words visibly made him upset. Getting up with a low growl, he pressed me against the closest wall: “Do you think I will let my wife go to bed without giving her at least one orgasm? I am not some miserable human man, who is incapable of pleasuring his woman.”

His words made me rip my eyes open, staring at him like a deer in headlights. “What are you…” I didn’t need to finish my question, because the look he gave me, mixed with the fact, I could feel his cock hardening inside of me, told me everything I needed to know. I was in for a long night…

As soon as my back hit the wall, his lips were on mine, kissing me with such force, it left me breathless. The rough fabric of his clothes rubbed against my skin, my nipples growing hard to the touch. Him still being in his clothes caused something to stir in my mind, I didn’t know existed. It was a deep longing and satisfaction for his dominance, which only took him seconds to realize. Kissing down my chin until his lips caressed my earlobe he whispered: “Tell me,” His voice was hoarse. “Tell me what you want.”

I could feel myself grow wetter at his words, relishing in the hard touch of his hand on my breast. “I…” My body betrayed me, not letting me speak, when his thumb stroked over my hard nipple. “I… I want…”

“What, rom ko-kan. Speak to me and I will oblige.” He groaned; face deeply tugged into my neck. Taking my hands out of his hair, he started to rid himself from his shirt. Now he was just in his dress pants. Pinning my hands above my head with one arm, he intertwined our fingers and as soon as he did it, his feelings crashed into my head. “Please…” I whimpered, rolling my hips as much as the position of my being pinned against the wall let me.

Spock kept on playing with my breast, looking at me with a wolfish grin, while his hips kept me pinned. “Please what, t’hy’la?” The teasing side of him breaking through. It was obvious he wanted me to beg for him and if it would have been any other day, I probably would have put up a fight, testing his patience. But not today. My whole mindset was taken over by my husband, no other thought strong enough to cross my mind. He was all I wanted and the whole day I had trouble concentrating on anything else than him. I was putty in his hands.

And when his free hand wandered from my breasts to my clit, I reared up in a sinful moan. The jolts of pleasure ripping through my body in hot shots, while he teased me mercilessly. I tightened the grip of my legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper. Spock sighted, giving me another soft kiss on the lips. “I take that as my answer.” He groaned, his hips pulling back and snapping forward again.

“Oh God yes…” I breathed out, arching my back to be closer to him. It was all the encouragement Spock needed, releasing my hands, he grabbed my hip to guide my movements better. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying my best not to claw at his back. “I don’t mind it.”

“What?” I was confused, far to caught up in the heat of the moment.

“I don’t mind you marking me.” He repeated, tilting his head back, to take a better look at me. I raised my eyebrows, biting down on my lips, when his cock brushed against the spongy spot deep inside of me. “But the others will see during training.” I argued, my voice shuddering with pleasure. Now he was wearing a sly smile on his face. “I hope they will.” Was all he said, before he bent down, pressing his lips onto my nipple.

“Spock… Please!” I cried out, not caring about a single thing in the world. I could feel my orgasm nearing. The hot waves that started deep in my core now growing to a big tsunami threatening to drown me at any given moment. “Go on, t’hy’la.” He encouraged me, wrapping a hand in my hair and pulling my head against his shoulder.

“Cu-Cumming!” My moan turned into a cry, as my body shuddered. Bright lights exploding behind my closed eyes.

“That’s it. Be a good girl, make a mess on my cock. You are doing so good for me.” He cooed, lips brushing over my ear while he spoke. His praise striking me deeply. But instead of slowing down like he normally did, to give me some time to regain strength and consciousness, he kept his pace. “Spock… I cant… please…”

He just shook his head. “You really think I would let you go this easy? Teasing me all day with those filthy fingers of yours. You know what it does to me, when you wear those rings. When the jingle like that with every move, sparkle in the lights of the bridge. And your earrings… I should have known better when I married you. But those piercings you have… they make me want to ravish you, just by looking at you. Do you even know what a whore you are considered on Vulcan? Eight piercings and at least 5 rings on each hand….”

I let out a soul shattering moan, clawing on his back, not caring that my long nails probably let some red scratches behind. Spock cussed at the pain, but his thrusts didn’t falter for one second. “You are the most beautiful and filthy woman roaming the universe and I am so fucking lucky to call you mine. But I will not let you get away with teasing me like that. You hear me?” He grabbed my chin, shaking my head softly.

“Yes, Commander. I am sorry. I will stop wearing so many rings and piercings.” I cried out, tears forming in my eyes from the overstimulation he forced me through. “Oh, hell you wont.” He growled. “You will wear them. Understood? I want you to look like a whore, because you are my whore and nobody else will see you like I do. But just remember if you ever try to tease me like that again, I will show no mercy. I wont wait until our shifts are over. I will bend you over the next desk I see and you can pray that nobody walks in on us, is that clear?”

“Yes Commander!” I yelped. My body shaking in pure bliss as another wave of an orgasm initiated itself deep inside of me. It wasn’t until now, that I realized, that his movements got sloppy. His breathing was rigid, sweat dripping from his forehead. A look of determination present on his face. “Fuck.” He cussed, a rare occurrence for him to do, but when he did it, it send butterflies of pure filth down my stomach.

Catching my lips in another kiss, he bit down on my lower lip, leaving it sore and slightly bruised. It wasn’t until then, that I realized with what force Spock had pressed me against the wall. I was sure that I would be sore the next morning, but I didn’t care. My mind only caring about the jolts of pleasure racing through my body. My moans were muffled by his kisses as my legs started to tremble again, fighting against his hips, muscles growing tired. “Don’t stop.” I pleaded, my grip on his shoulders growing harder.

“Never.” Was all Spock pressed out, his hands gripping my hip so hard, it was on the edge of painful. “Come for me now!” He ordered, his thrust growing rougher. Without much time for my brain to react, my body surrendered, shattering into thousands of tiny splinters. I let my head fall back against the wall, a loud and sinful moan ringing through the room. My body shaking violently, as he growled and thrusted deep inside of me for the last time.

He shivered between my legs, as his orgasm washed over him. My spasming walls milking him for the second time this night. And when his throbbing cock slowly stopped twitching, he pulled me into a deep hug. His breath fanning over my neck, while he held me in his warm embrace. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind far enough to speak. “I love you.” Was all I was able to mumble, my tongue still heavy from my orgasm, but Spock seemed to understand.

“Nash-veh ashaya du, t’nash-veh k’diwa.” He whispered into my ear, while slowly walking towards the bathroom. We were still wrapped up tightly into each others arms and I could feel my slick and his seed slowly trickling out of me. And when he carefully lifted me up and set me back onto my feet, my legs gave in underneath me. He was just quick enough to catch me. “Let me run you a bath, t’hy’la. You are sore and the warmth will help your muscles relax.”

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generalkenobee · 7 months ago

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I wonder if there are any Vulcans that have a "human kink"

Like humans are basically the complete opposite so its looked down upon to be with a human but I wonder if certain Vulcans are turned on by it...

Imagine your Vulcan boyfriend having to go home to tell his parents that he's dating a human and plans to marry you. His parents are completely shocked and can't believe that they have raised their son to be with a human.

Or maybe there are certain Vulcans that just find the smaller demeanor of human women attractive, the average Vulcan height is 6'6 so possibly they like the vulnerability of humans

Vulcan x human is literally my favorite trope idc

#x reader #generalkenobee #star trek #spock #req open #spock smut #spock x reader #mr spock #asks open #vuclan #vulcan smut #vuclan x human

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crowfootwrites · 1 year ago

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Devotion & Diplomacy - Part VI

REEEEE, I have been so ✨ s t o k e d ✨ to share this chapter, because I just love Emrys and Daro together so much. There's lots of Cardassian language in this chapter, so the translation guide can be found at the end! And of course, all credit goes to @cardassianlanguage and @tinsnip for their amazing work on Cardassian linguistics - for this chapter in particular, I heavily relied on their Kardasi/English dictionary to create Daro's names for Emrys, as well as @tinsnip's Speculative Cardassian Reproductive Xenobiology because, well, smut.

Tagging my usuals: @horta-in-charge, @starrynightgardens, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, and @deepspacedukat 😘

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ on this chapter, bois, 'cause it's almost all smut 😅: inter-species sex (sex involving Cardassian genitals), oral sex, vaginal fingering, PIV smut, unprotected sex; generally fluffy, sweet, sweet loving | Words: ~3,775

For a moment, Emrys fell through space, her mind whirling in the unknown as she waited for Daro to respond – but it was only the briefest moment before Daro was kissing her back, his hand slipping from her cheek into her hair as his other arm wrapped firmly around her. Emrys’ fingers trailed along the ridges and edges of his armor, deftly finding the soft fabric of his shirt beneath his chest plate and grasping on for dear life.

She couldn't help the little sigh that escaped her as Daro pulled back to brush his lips lightly over hers, the prominent ridge along his nose caressing her cheekbone as he placed a delicate kiss just below her ear. Emrys' head tipped back against the palm of his hand still wound in her hair, gazing at him with hooded eyes.

She couldn't recall the last time she felt this flustered, and the need to explore this with Daro tugged at her resolutely. Nervousness prickled like needles along her limbs.

"Is-," Emrys cleared her throat as her voice cracked, beginning again. "Is this something that you want?"

Daro laughed quietly, the warmth of his breath fanning across the miniscule distance between them.

"I have wanted this since you attempted to intervene on my behalf with Chief O'Brien in that turbolift," he murmured. The ridges around his eyes furrowed slightly. "You have been so kind, so welcoming, from the very beginning. It is… not what we were taught to expect from the Federation." He paused, pressing his forehead gently to hers. "Spending time with you has been a most… enlightening experience."

Emrys felt the press of heat in her cheeks that usually heralded tears – it was the nicest thing anyone had said to her in a very long time. She slid a hand from Daro's side along his back beneath his chest plate, watching him shudder slightly as she did.

"I find myself very eager to continue this," he muttered, the hand tangled in her hair tightening just a bit. "But-," he added, and Emrys groaned.

He chuckled, pressing his lips against the crown of her head.

"You just told me you haven't eaten since breakfast, and I did invite you here for dinner, so I would be remiss if I did not feed you sooner rather than later."

He stepped back from her slowly, looking as though he'd never wanted to do anything less. Grasping one of her hands, he led her to the small kitchen table, and gestured for her to sit.

"What can I get you to drink?" he asked as he stepped over to the replicator. The kitchen was truly tiny, with limited counter space that was already cluttered with fruit Emrys recognized as native to Cardassia, and a series of mismatched glass bottles full of colorful liquids.

"Kanar?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Daro looked at her in surprise. "You've had it before?"

Emrys shook her head. "When in Rome, though," she said with a shrug.

Daro looked confused and Emrys laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "If I'm going to try it for the first time, I'm happy to do so with you."

The glinn smiled to himself and replicated two glasses of kanar, handing her one before taking a sip of his own. He eyed her carefully as she took a sip, almost immediately sputtering as the alcohol burned in her throat.

Emrys was caught somewhere between coughing and laughter as her nostrils stung. She looked up to see Daro trying to hide his amusement.

"That is… potent," Emrys croaked.

"It takes some getting used to," he replied rather cheerfully.

He set his glass on the counter and began unbuckling his chest plate, revealing a soft brown undershirt as he pulled the armor over his head and moved to set it on the desk chair in the main room.

Emrys allowed her eyes to follow him, biting her lip at the way his shirt fit comfortably across his shoulders, snug enough to show the ridges that ran the length of his neck and shoulders.

"I just realized I've never seen you without your armor on," Emrys commented and Daro glanced at her in surprise.

"Do you find it strange?"

Emrys shook her head. "I find it… very appealing,” she said meaningfully, and bit her lip as a flush of cobalt blue colored his chufa and a pair of scales on his neck.

He regarded her from his place beside his desk, eagerness and hunger rampaging in his stare. Heat pooled in Emrys’ belly as she held his gaze. She watched as Daro took a deep breath to center himself, loosening his shoulders and lifting his chin, breaking the intensity of the moment.

A small smile played over his lips as he returned to the kitchen and stood before the replicator again. “As it so happens, Emrys, I am very much looking forward to seeing you out of uniform as well.” With his back to her, he couldn’t see her grin.

Eager to share some of his favorite foods with Emrys, Daro replicated them plates of sem'hal stew with yamok sauce and meat rolls. An undercurrent of flirtation ebbed between them, every word and glance shared colored with want.

Daro was enchanted by her delighted exclamations as she tried her food and the way her peals of laughter danced around him as he told her stories of his childhood. With a great clenching in his chest, he realized how much he wanted to always hear that sound in a home of his own, how fitting it felt to have a mate who enjoyed his company and found him charming. Not that she was his mate, he reminded himself sternly. He wasn't even certain how that would work, given the differences in their background and careers, and she might not even want that with him. But he found himself hoping anyway.

Emrys found herself more comfortable than she had been in a very long time. She had no home of her own, so to speak, with a job that sent her across the Alpha Quadrant almost constantly. She could see friends, of course, as she had during her brief stay on the Enterprise, or by taking brief trips to space stations or Golana or Risa. Sometimes Earth if she was lucky. But she was never really home. Daro’s home, on the other hand, was cozy and pleasant, completely reflecting Daro himself.

Emrys giggled behind her kanar glass as Daro explained why Gul Macet and his cousin, Gul Dukat, were on such poor terms with one another, something Emrys had been wondering since Macet had brushed off her question aboard the Enterprise.

When Daro rose to clear the table, Emrys put a hand on his forearm and stood. “Please, let me. You’ve been an excellent host, the least I can do is clear the dishes.”

Daro moved to protest, but Emrys was quicker, sweeping the plates up and moving them to the replicator to be recycled. As she turned back around, she found Daro leaning casually against the counter, studying her.

She raised an eyebrow playfully. “See something you like, Glinn?”

“Without question,” he replied seriously, offering his hand. She stepped toward him and placed her hand in his as he pulled her close. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as his hands slid down her sides, coming to rest on her hips. As her fingers slipped under the fabric of his shirt, caressing the smooth scales along his torso, Daro captured her mouth with his, a groan bubbling up in his throat.

His tongue traced along the seam of her lips and Emrys welcomed him in, a pleased hum caught in her chest. She crowded him, pressing her body against his desperately, as though he could consume her entirely. Goosebumps prickled along the length of her arms at the thought. One of Daro’s hands surged upward to cradle her head, tilting it back languidly as his lips skated downward, quickly finding the places that sent shivers crawling up her spine.

She gasped as Daro’s mouth worked at the sensitive spot just below her ear, her fingers pressing more urgently into his skin. Heat built between them, a fervor that Emrys knew could swallow her whole. Daro shifted slightly, one of his knees spreading Emrys' thighs. At the sound of her pleased sigh, his hands began an eager ascent, capturing the zipper of her uniform jacket and tugging it down until she could slip out of it. She let it fall to the floor, then slid her hands up Daro’s side, pushing his undershirt up to expose the stunning pattern of scales along his sides and across his chest. He tugged it quickly over his head, revealing the ridges that spanned his shoulders and trailed up the sides of his neck. He tossed the shirt away hurriedly, as though he couldn’t bear to be parted from her for long.

Emrys dragged her fingers teasingly up his chest, circling the blue-tinged spoon formation there and pulling a heated moan from Daro as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I need to see you,” he begged, thumbing the hem of her undershirt. “Please, irc’lin, I want to see all of you.”

Locked so closely against him, she felt the hard ridge of his length nudging insistently against her. Emrys couldn’t help the whimper that slipped between her lips as his thigh clenched, desire sparking to life fully between her legs. Practically ripping her shirt in her haste to get it off, she watched Daro’s eyes as they raked over her form.

He swallowed hard, a cautious hand rising to cup her breast, his fingers tracing slowly over the delicate lace of her bra. As the pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple, she exhaled hard, her fingers grasping at the waistband of his pants. Her eyes met his, the hunger there new and intoxicating. Emrys was so used to the gentle, thoughtful Daro; and while those characteristics were the reason she was even in his home with her top off, and while those traits certainly remained in that moment, it was captivating to see him so overtaken by his desire – a twin to her own.

He tilted his head to the side, motioning toward the room with the open door beyond them, before cupping her face in his palms and pulling her in for another slow, deliberate kiss. He moved her easily, guiding them away from the kitchen counter and toward what Emrys assumed to be his bedroom, their lips breaking apart only to steal quick pants of air before diving into one another again.

Emrys gasped when the backs of her legs hit his bed, and he used their momentum to lower her slowly onto her back, watching her intently. He fumbled slightly with the fastening on her pants, refusing to take his eyes off her, in love with the way her flushed chest heaved on the bed before him. Admiring the way her dark hair spread around her head like the corona of the Cardassian sun. As he finally managed to unfasten her pants and began to slip them down the length of her pale legs, she propped herself up on her elbows, her hooded eyes home to a heady stare that made his Cho’Ch jump. He slipped his palms along her soft skin, leading the way with greedy kisses and nips, worrying her skin between his teeth as she groaned above him, squirming impatiently.

He hesitated as his lips reached the apex of her thighs, breathing in her scent, and brushing his thumb lightly over the lace that covered her sex. She shuddered above him, her eyes closing in pleasure. Emboldened, he slipped the fabric to the side, allowing his fingers to skim delicately around her soaked folds. The vision of Emrys panting and whimpering atop his bed, at the execution of fingers he’d only just begun to use, sent a wave of possessiveness and adoration clamoring through him. In that moment, despite his desire to go slow and be tender with his fragile little Human, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. He would give anything to please her. He glanced up at her, a hint of worry in his gaze.

“I’ve never done this with a Human woman before,” he murmured, massaging the flesh of her thighs even in his insecurity. With a soft smile, she leaned onto one elbow, her other hand stretched to caress his chufa.

“I wouldn’t have guessed based on how you’re doing so far,” she breathed. “We can teach each other.”

She pushed herself into a seated position, with Daro still kneeling between her legs. She reached behind her back and with a quick flick of her wrist, pulled her bra off and tossed it to the floor. Daro groaned at the sight of her pale breasts, his Cho’Ch painfully hard in his pants. Hands still kneading at her thighs, he watched for her reaction as he took a pink nipple into his slick mouth. He teased and tested, letting it pebble against his tongue as Emrys’ head fell back and short pants slipped between her parted lips. While she was distracted, his fingers dipped below the waistband of her panties and worked them down her legs.

When he glanced back up at her, she was already looking at him, her eyes slightly unfocused, her cheeks flushed, her lips rosy and kiss-swollen. His gentle, stunning mate. His.

It took her a moment to find her voice and when she spoke it was in a whisper - “H-human men usually use their fingers and their mouths to prepare women to take them…”

Raw hunger gleamed in his eyes as he gently pushed her back to recline against his sheets again, pressing a soft kiss to her sex before flicking his tongue between her folds, collecting the dampness gathered there. The taste of her had his Cho’Ch twitching again. Without stopping his exploration of her cunt, he used a hand to unfasten his pants, freeing his everted length and grasping at his irllun with a tight fist.

Daro noticed the way Emrys’ hips jerked whenever his tongue swept over a small bump near the top of her slit and focused his attention there, eager to hear more of the wanton sounds pouring from her mouth. He felt her tensing as he fixated on that spot, and responded by pressing a gentle finger below his tongue, pushing into the damp heat at her center slowly, testing and giving her time to voice any displeasure. None came, her hips lurching until he had to use his forearm to hold them in place. A chorus of yeses and groans of his name rushed around his head as he slid a second digit into her. As she climbed, she threaded her fingers into his hair, grinding her hips against him restlessly. Her taste and scent surrounded him and he buried his fingers deeper, curling them against a spongy spot inside her as he nipped lightly at that delicate bundle above her entrance.

With a shameless cry of Daro’s name, Emrys crested over the edge, shuddering helplessly as aftershocks raked through her, even as she pushed Daro away gently.

“Fuck,” she panted, draped limply across Daro’s bed. Turning her head just slightly to meet Daro’s eyes at the end of the bed, she caught the little smirk he wore and gave him a silent thumbs up before dropping her arm heavily on the bed and laughing breathlessly.

He lingered there, between her legs, even as he rose to his feet. Emrys bit her lip hungrily as his stiff length bobbed, emerging from a scaled slit, the tip of him curving upward to rest against another spoon formation surrounded by slate-colored scales. Emrys’ cunt clenched around nothing as Daro took himself in his hand, studying her greedily.

“Come here,” she urged, lifting an open palm toward him. “Please, I need to feel you.”

Daro exhaled hard before crawling over her on the bed, slipping his fingers between hers and gripping them tightly. His lips found hers again and she mewled at the taste of herself on his tongue. She slipped her free hand down to glide her fingers along his slippery length.

His mouth broke away from hers with a gasp as her warm, small hand caressed him.

“What do you call this in Cardassian?” she whispered against his lips before shifting her attention to the ridges on his neck, specifically the ones she'd seen turn tinged blue earlier, kissing and licking and biting as he groaned fervently above her.

“Ch-Cho’ch,” he choked out, settling his knees before grabbing Emrys by her hips and tugging her closer, draping her thighs over the top of his own, keeping her spread for him. His Cho'Ch was perilously close to her glistening entrance.

Her fingers slid down his length before delicately circling the ring of small scales around the base. Daro shuddered above her, gasping as he dropped forward over her, planting his hands beside her shoulders. He let his head drop and his mouth took up residence beside her ear. As he alternated between grazing his lips along the curve of her ear and giving in to the moans that thrummed in his throat, Emrys’ fingers trailed past the top of his slit to caress the scaled spoon that rested just above it. Daro’s elbows buckled at her touch, growling hungrily.

Although there was delight to be found in Emrys’ leisurely exploration of him, Daro already missed the feeling of her grasping his length, of the steady massage of her fingertips on his irllun. It had been a… not insignificant amount of time since he’d last been sexually involved with anyone, and he was sure that these light, teasing touches would finish him well before he intended. Pulling himself upright, he grasped both of her soft, eager hands and pressed them into the bed above her head, capturing her lips with his as he did so. She whimpered beneath him, her hips rocking, her back arching to press her chest against his, determined to feel him on every part of her.

She pulled back desperately for air, gasping the word “please” against his lips, and the sound of her begging so prettily dissolved whatever restraint he’d managed to hang on to. Fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hips, he buried himself into his mate’s soft heat in one long stroke, her plush walls enveloping his Cho’Ch like nothing he’d ever felt before. He waited for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust, watching as her lips parted in pleasure.

When she tangled her fingers in his hair, tipping her head back and baring her neck to him, he took it as a sign to move, drawing his hips back before hilting himself inside her again. The brush of her folds against his swollen irllun as he nudged himself deeper had him groaning against the delicate skin of her neck. His teeth grazed a spot below her jaw and as he did, a beautiful cry of his name tumbled from her lips. She clenched around him, rolling her hips to meet his as he sank into her again and again.

Chasing the gasps that escaped her whenever he was fully seated, he stopped thrusting, instead grinding his hips against hers, building the friction between his irllun and that sensitive bundle of nerves he’d discovered earlier. She moaned shamelessly, her eyes glazing over as he pushed her toward her peak.

He was following right behind her, pleasure surging in every tensed muscle, every shift of his hips, every call of his name that left her lips. She tightened her grasp around his shoulders, pulling herself up to press her brow against his, rocking against him. He was surrounded by her – her scent, her arms, her soaked core – and the combination sent him barreling towards his peak.

“I-I’m close,” Emrys gasped against his lips, her hips grinding against his with more force now, desperation driving her every move.

“Yes,” Daro growled, wrapping an arm snugly around Emrys, pulling her closer against his chest. “Yes, e’zIra, come for me. You take me so well, my mate.”

Emrys flushed at the term, crying out as she came, galaxies bursting behind her eyelids. Her walls squeezed Daro so tightly he faltered for a moment, a grunt caught in his throat as he barrelled towards his own climax. His gaze met the heat in Emrys’ as his Cho’Ch throbbed. Her lips brushed against his ear, an overstimulated whine heralding her murmured, “make me yours, Daro.”

With a ragged moan, he hastily pressed Emrys onto her back in the sheets again, lurching forward to chase her lips and shield her beneath his broad chest. His hands stilled her hips with bruising force as he came, his length twitching as he spilled inside her. Mine, his mind told him dazedly.

Emrys’ hands splayed across his lower back as he hovered over her and she placed a sweet kiss against his lips, one that made his heart stutter in his chest. She looked so open and content beneath him, a combination of emotions that could be difficult to find in others, given his career and lifestyle.

Shifting his weight onto one of his forearms, he cupped her cheek with his other palm, studying her like she was the most precious mineral in the galaxy. “Irc’lin,” he uttered, pressing his chufa softly against her forehead. He took one last deep breath of her scent before he withdrew from her, resting back on his heels, watching his seed spill from her with a lingering greed. Emrys reached out for him as his own length began to retreat back into his ajan.

“What does that mean?” she asked with a sleepy smile. “Irc’lin?” He moved into her embrace, stretching himself along her side and wrapping her in his arms.

“It’s a bit of a… I believe Humans call them ‘pet names’? It would roughly translate to… ‘my dearest light’.” He seemed almost bashful as he said it, but Emrys’ eyes widened, the warmth in them brimming over.

After a moment, she hummed, burrowing further into his grasp as he ran his fingers lightly up and down her side. “Perhaps I need to find a pet name for you,” she murmured.

“I would like that,” he admitted, though he knew he’d be happy for her to just call him hers. “Though perhaps it can wait until you’re not falling asleep,” he whispered with a smile, peering down to find her eyes already closed.

Translations:

chufa (chuh-fah) - the spoon-shaped formation located on the forehead

irc'lin (eerrsh-leen) - loosely translating to “my dear light”

Cho’Ch (choh-ch) - literally, “spear”; a slang term for penis

irllun (eerl-luhn) - the ring of slightly raised micro-scaling near the base of the penis

e’zIra (ay-zī-rrah) - “love”

ajan (ah-zhan) - the genital slit

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #cardassians #glinn daro #glinn daro x oc #glinn daro x fem!oc #daro star trek #i love him your honor #i officially have cardassian brainrot #cardassian smut #star trek fanfiction #star trek fanfic #star trek smut #speculative cardassian reproductive xenobiology

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vaguely-concerned · 10 months ago

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okay. listen. a Concept. garashir roughhousing (gone (psycho)sexual) and at one point bashir wakes up from the high of finally getting to express all his repressed aggression in a safe space with someone who not only accepts that in him but can match him and is actively Into It, especially when he stops holding back some of his lil gmo twink strength, to be horrified like 'oh my GOD garak your nose is bleeding hang on I'll get a napkin or something I'm so sorry holy shit' and garak's lying there woozy with lust gazing up at him with wide betrayed eyes like 'no wait don't go you haven't even stabbed me yet :'('

(obviously this is mostly a shitpost, but I'm just saying I think they could provide a certain kind of space for each other that way. julian gets to have a place to live out all the rougher, less socially acceptable sides he usually has to downplay and push away to seem as non-threatening as (augmented) humanly possible with someone who loves him and who appreciates getting the entire spectrum of julian bashir, from the most obnoxiously annoying and needy to the unsettlingly coldly ruthless and back. and garak gets to have the shit beaten out of him in as medically safe and infinitely loving way as possible and/or finds he can still use his bloodied hands and take care of someone with them. this to me is the definition of what one might call a win/win situation. like don't get me wrong they would be having a lot of embarrassingly tender yearning gently-stroking-your-hair-and-holding-your-hand sex too. but. also this. which I think is also very tender, just in a different way. do you feel me.)

#garashir #star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #julian bashir #elim garak #this is my design etc.#the 'smut must contain this amount of meticulous psychoanalysis to really get my rocks off' post is so real #to take it up a tier: they fucked like this once after 'our man bashir' and it freaked julian out so bad they never had sex again #until post-canon cardassia times #when recognition of the self through the other is a jumpscare you wish you hadn't enjoyed quite so much #...when my brain starts going over into fic mode for this show it's going to be over for me I suspect

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kinkyliterotica · 2 years ago

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Part 2

Ensign Vorik x OC Pon Farr Smut

Summary: Ensign Elisha has come to resolve Vorik’s Pon Farr. With little knowledge of his culture and their practices, she is surprised to see such a logical man reduced to such raw emotion.

Warnings: Smut, Pon Farr, Interspecies Sex, Rough Sex, Begging, Slight Breeding Kink

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The doors slid open and Elisha was standing in front of him in her uniform. His robes were dusty gray and hung formally, surprised to see him in traditional garb. This was all so strange, but she was so excited. Her body was a live wire.

She stepped into the room and the door shut behind her. The lights were low, but she could still see Vorik’s face clearly.

“In truth, I’m...surprised you agreed to come.”

Elisha said, “I’m surprised that you called.”

Vorik looked at the floor, “I could not...hold out any longer.”

“From what, Vorik?”

Vorik raised his head and moved steadily closer to her. Observing her posture and mannerisms. She stood quite still, waiting for permission to move. Maybe even a little afraid.

“It is called; Pon Farr. Meaning, ‘The Time’. Once every seven years we males experience an...uncontrollable desire to fulfill our base most instincts. To mate. If it is not done, then we die.”

“You would die from this?”

“Most certainly.”

Elisha moves towards him until there is only 2 feet between them. Vorik’s breath hitches. She’s wearing perfume.

“Have you done this before?”

“Never. Have you?”

Elisha laughs nervously, “Not in this way, but yes, a few times.”

Vorik gulps, “My only desire is that I be a satisfactory mate. You are giving me the gift of life in exchange for your body and mind. Whatever you ask of me will be given, readily.”

Elisha steps slightly closer.

“Tell me what you want to do with me, Vorik. I’m getting impressions, but I want to hear you say it.”

Vorik, his hands shivering from restraint, closes the gap between them and slips his hand onto the base of her neck. He can hear the thrumming of her heartbeat as he leans in close. He puts his lips onto her ears, his breath on her jugular.

“I want to devour you.”

Elisha gasps and allows herself to fall against him. She feels his tongue as he licks hungrily at her neck. Her nerves fire off and pleasure shoots straight to her core. His teeth nip and nibble at her skin like he was a wild animal. She can’t contain her moans, she can’t remember the last time she was this turned on.

She's so vulnerable to him now, so exposed. Teeth on her flesh and blood boiling under his skin.

“You are my mate, forget all those who have come before. You. Are. Mine!”

Vorik sinks his teeth into her right beneath her left ear. She yelps faintly as she collapses even further into his arms. He has her pinned, their body’s connected by this primal act of him marking her.

He releases his mouth from her flesh and speaks into her ear.

“This mark makes you mine, everyone on this ship shall know it.”

Elisha pants as endorphins flood her brain with enormous waves of pleasure and pain. His possessiveness is so raw, so primal. Nothing will keep him from her anymore.

“Vorik…”

“Let me touch your mind.”

“How--”

Before he can reply she feels his fingers pressing into her face from jaw to her eyebrow. Nothing can adequately explain the feeling of their minds melding. His powerful desire dominates her every thought, spilling into her mind. Her telepathy has never been so strong. She feels the burning blood, the fever, the ache in his lok. The desire he has for her is barely contained within his body.

Vorik feels Elisha’s fear and excitement. She knows little of what she’s in for, but she wants it so badly. She's been so lonely for so long, she needs to be touched, be held, be possessed. She wants this as badly as he needs it.

They both moan loudly as they share in the pleasure of knowing one another. Their connection was strong for good reason. Their minds are one. They are one.

“Elisha--”

“Vorik--”

Vorik slowly opens his eyes and drags his nimble fingers down her face. He gently captures her face in his hands and presses a firm kiss upon her lips. Her lips are softs and warm. She darts her tongue out between them and he jolts a little at the intrusion. He’s never kissed in the way humans do before. The intertwining of tongues somehow escaped him during his research.

“Here, let me show you.”

Elisha grabs Vorik’s face and pulls him down on her lips. She slips her tongue nimbly between them and coaxes him out. He is hesitant at first but quickly falls into a rhythm.

“I need to taste all of you.”

“Give me a moment to--”

“No! Your flesh, your body, I need it now.”

He grabs her uniform by the collar and rips it off. Her rank pips hit the floor with a ping as her top tears straight down the clavicle.

Elisha laughs deliriously as Vorik’s mouth descends on her clavicle. He drags his gnashing teeth and tongue down further and further until he reveals her breast.

“Your skin is delicious. I can taste your need. I can smell your cunt from here.”

“Oh Vorik!”

Vorik grabs her breast in his hand and pinches her nipple painfully.

“Gentle!”

Vorik jolts and lets go immediately.

“Just, be gentle with them please. They’re sensitive.”

It takes great willpower for Vorik to return to sensibility for even a moment. He grits his teeth and shivers as he holds himself back.

“...I don't wish to harm you.”

“I know.” She reassures him.

Vorik cautiously uses a single digit to roll and tweak her nipple. She grinds against him deliciously and he nearly loses balance supporting them.

“Vorik I can’t stand any longer.”

Vorik sweeps up Elisha in his arms like a fireman and throws her onto the bed. Her head rushes and tries to keep up as he continues to pull her shirt to shreds.

She laughs in surprise. A day ago she never would have pictured this Vulcan pillar of logic hungrily ripping off her clothes. He was a man overcome with need, no logic left in sight.

He slides on top of her, once her chest is exposed and holds himself up on his elbows as he cradles her breasts in his hands, this time more gently.

Vorik practiced his technique on her breasts and alternated rolling the buds in his fingers and licking and sucking on them. She arched into him and mumbled incoherently as he coaxed her into pleasure once again. Just as she had relaxed, he bit one and she yelped again. It wasn’t painful but it did alarm her. His teeth on her flesh were too overwhelming.

“Oh that sound thrills me, make it again.”

He bit gently on her nipple again and she yelped weakly in response. She’d never experienced pleasure like this before. It rolled through her like waves and she never wanted it to end.

While he worked on her breasts she hooked her legs around his thighs and sent his hips crashing into hers. She got some leverage and ground her pelvis into his so deliciously. He had never felt this before, and she knew it. While this wouldn’t excite an experienced man, for a virgin just the idea of their most private parts touching would send him into a frenzy. She was gratified when it did.

Vorik begged, “I need...I need more. I need to be inside of you. Please”

Vorik vaulted himself off of her and removed the rest of her clothing. He stripped her down until the cold air hit her naked body. Next he shed his clothes sloppily until the great weight of them hit the floor. He was suddenly naked. Stocky and muscular and painfully hard.

Elisha instinctually held her legs back and Vorik held his lok to her entrance in an unsure and inexperienced way. He gripped her thigh while he used his other hand to guide his member closer to her entrance. She was soaking wet but he met resistance still. He tried vaulting his hips and failed to enter her. He looked towards her with pleading eyes.

“Permit me entrance.”

Elisha looked at him sympathetically and smiled comfortingly.

“Like this.”

She reached down between them and took her lok in her hand. He stiffened at the contact and moaned an almost painful sound. Elisha took the tip of his lok and rubbed it around the wetness in her entrance, spreading her juices on his tip and preparing her for penetration. Vorik’s eyes were crazed, his body was rigid. He moaned loudly and threw his fist into the wall behind them. It dented but did not give way.

“Cease this torture, I can bear it no longer!”

Elisha ignored his frustration and moved her hips forward, “Now.”

Vorik snapped his hips forward and was instantly buried within her. His mouth hung open, and his hands grabbed the headboard affixed to the wall as he processed this sensation for the first time. Her muscles contracted around his throbbing length and they both sighed in contentment. It didn’t take much longer for him to need to move within her.

He moved his hips back and snapped them forward again. She let out a loud moan that was drowned out by Vorik’s. He growled uncontrollably like an animal. He bucked his hips into her wild and frenzied. His movements were sloppy and inconsistent but his vigor was what thrilled Elisha. She was sure that never in her life had a man needed her as much as he did right now.

Their bodies were coated with sweat and pheromones and they grasped onto everything around them to keep from falling. His thrusts were hard and his twin size bed wasn’t able to accommodate them. Ultimately they were unsuccessful, and rolled onto the floor with a heavy thud, falling apart for a moment as they gathered themselves.

“Come back, I’m not finished yet.” Vorik snapped.

Elisha barely processed what he said as she climbed up onto her elbows and knees. A moment later his lok was shoved back into her entrance from behind. Her mouth hung open and her eyes shut tight. He felt so huge inside of her like this. He pounded his hips into hers and she was overwhelmed with sensations. Her muscles tensed and she withdrew into her pleasure as she orgasmed so brightly she couldn’t make a sound.

Her vaginal muscles contracted around him and he was too far into the blood fever to recognize that his mate had just reached her pleasure. Perhaps it could have been his lack of experience, never having seen a woman orgasm before. It wasn’t as if pornography was a part of Vulcan custom. He continued pounding into her as his sweat dropped onto her back.

Elisha tried to speak but her voice was too weak, “Vorik, I can’t…”

Vorik stiffened as his lok was trapped within her contracting pussy. Oh, she was beautiful. Completely undone around him, completely his.

“You’re my mate, you’re mine!” He bellowed.

He scooped his arms around her midsection and pulled her up to bite into her shoulder. She screamed and tried to shove him away. She wanted to enjoy her orgasm in peace. The pain was a distraction, an unwelcome one.

By this point, Vorik’s poor body had nothing left to give. He exploded within her, his seed hitting her soft cervix and leaking hotly down the base where they were joined. He saw stars. His grip on Elisha loosened and he fell onto his side. Not an ounce of strength or seed left in him. Elisha came tumbling down with Vorik, and she was also completely devoid of strength.

They both fell asleep on the messy floor of his quarters, completely naked, and completely free.

———

Elisha woke from a deep slumber to feel Vorik’s hips grinding against her. There were no clothes to act as a barrier and his rough humping irritated her already sensitive vulva.

Elisha grunted her protest, “Wait, I’m not ready.”

Vorik was still sweating, his arms slick and shivering as he pulled her back against his chest.

“Mate, I have need of you again.” Vorik moaned. His voice was sleepy but his body was quite awake.

He continued his rough thrusting and finally Elisha had had enough. She turned around and jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow to get him off of her. Her strength was not as great as his, so surprising him was the only tool she had to break free.

She stood and moved further away from him, grabbing onto the wall for support and holding her hand out as a warning for him to stay back.

“I told you, Vorik, I’m not ready.”

Vorik’s face was screwed up into a look of anger and indignation. He was more foregone than before. Less logic even then when they last mated.

“You cannot resist me, we are bonded!” He nearly shouted. The deep fear was evident in his voice. He was terrified that she would leave him, when they had only just begun.

Elisha took a deep breath and steadied herself. His emotions were so powerful that it took great concentration for her to right her own mind to its own needs. She relaxed her posture but maintained her distance.

“Vorik, I’m not leaving you. I need to use the lavatory. I need a moment alone.”

Vorik looked at her as if she’d spoken a foreign language. His eyes were still desperate, he moved towards her, reaching for her hand.

“No!” Elisha shouted, ripping her hand away from him. He was more foregone than she thought.

She looked to her left towards the lavatory. The quarters were standard issue, the layout was the same in his room as it was in hers. She knew it would take only a few steps to reach it and create a barrier between them.

“We cannot be parted, it is not the way.” Vorik pleaded.

Elisha looked at him for a moment before darting to the lavatory. She was faster than him and reached the room before he could. She quickly slammed the door and said, “Computer, Ensign Elisha Security Override AL-126, lock this door, accept only my voice for activation.”

The computer chimed back, “Door locked.”

“No!” Vorik roared.

Elisha heard him bang his fist against the door, the heavy metal impenetrable even for a Vulcan. He continued to throw his fists against the door, roaring like a caged animal. She had caged herself, keeping the wild beast at bay.

A sudden fear struck Elisha as she realized that this was far from over. She rushed over to the toilet and relieved herself, wiping her vagina gently with the biodegradable paper. She was already raw from their last session. She had been well prepared, but it likely had only been hours since they last mated.

She saw the familiar white globs of cum that had settled into her while she slept. She could be pregnant. The thought excited her more than it frightened her. She had wanted a child for a long time, but who knew if they could even reproduce successfully?

She held her head in his hands, what had she gotten herself into? When he said days she hadn’t thought it would be ‘every waking moment’. To be honest with herself, she hadn’t thought about it much at all. She had acted impulsively, on instinct. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe this was too much for her to bear.

She didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t really know what Pon Farr was. If this was what it was, she understood why he had feared it so. To say that Vorik’s lust was insatiable was an understatement.

She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mascara had smeared on her cheeks, and he had bites and bruises blooming on her chest and body. She looked like she’d been beaten.

There was a medpac in the cabinet. It was clean and well organized, everything in its place. Tasteful candles sat on the counter and the towels were neatly folded. Vorik was not only neat, but he had decorated as well. At least when he was of sound mind.

He seemed so far distant from that person he was now. It was difficult for her to correlate the ill, lust-driven, desperate man begging on her door, with the one that she had known before.

She patched her wounds up with the tools from the pac. She put ointment on her bruises that would disperse the blood flow, injected herself with a hypo for the pain, and started using a dermal regenerator on the bite marks on her shoulder. When she reached the one on her neck, she hesitated. That was where he had marked her, intentionally. Her heart sunk as she thought about erasing the mark from her skin. Maybe, she would keep just this one. She wasn’t sure if it was for herself or for Vorik, but she felt attached to it.

After she dealt with her injuries she drank a few large glasses of water that she desperately needed. She splashed some water on her face and wiped away the smeared makeup. She wouldn’t make that mistake twice.

Vorik had stopped banging on the door by the time she was finished. She approached the door and wondered what he could be feeling right now. She felt some guilt for abandoning him while he was so clearly not in his right mind to understand her. However she wasn’t a sacrifice to be offered up to him. She was a conscious, living, breathing woman, who needed to be treated like one. She was here of her own volition, and she wouldn’t get bullied into mating with him.

“Vorik.” She called out.

She heard Vorik scramble to his feet and approach the door.

“My mate, come to me.” His voice was more seductive, more alluring than it was before. Possibly allowing some space between them convinced him to change his tactics.

“Vorik, I want to help you, but I don’t feel what you feel right now. I need you to be gentle.”

“The fever is upon me. It is impossible to resist. It is not the way.”

Elisha became indignant, “If you don’t find another way then I will leave!”

Vorik was silent for a moment. “Bond with me, I will make it right.”

Elisha remembered how it felt to bond with him, the rush of endorphins and the elation of pleasure. Perhaps if they bonded once again her body would allow her lust enough to make their next inevitable mating less painful.

“You will feel no more pain, my mate.”

Elisha steeled herself for whatever would happen when she opened the door. Hesitantly she said, “Computer, disengage lock.”

“Voice recognition accepted, locks disengaging.”

The door whooshed open and instantly Vorik was in front of her. She braced herself to be swept up into his arms by force, but instead he offered her his hand. Extended were two fingers, index and middle, pressed together. She looked at him confused.

He remained still and looked at her face expectantly. When she didn’t respond he reached for her hand, and slowly pressed her other fingers down until she mimicked his. He held them upright and pressed their fingers together. A jolt went through her fingertips when they touched, the feeling almost as intimate as kissing. He stroked his fingers up and down hers in a way that was seductive and gentle. She had never felt anything like this before.

Elisha stroked her fingers up and down Vorik’s, and watched his face melt into calm as she did it. She wanted to ask if this was helping, but she didn’t want to interrupt their connection with her voice. It was lovely, that’s all it needed to be.

After a few moments of their wordless exchange Vorik reached his free hand towards Elisha’s face, and she allowed it. His fingers pressed gently again from temple to jaw, and their minds melted together.

“My mind, to your mind, my thoughts, to your thoughts.” He recited.

It was entirely different from last time, not a crashing together of two unfamiliar minds, but a gentle joining of two. It washed through her like descending into a warm bath. Enveloping her and covering her, while leaving enough room for her, ‘self’ to still exist.

Soon she felt the oncoming of Vorik’s lust. It was not as untempered and wild, but instead it felt heavy. Like a large burden born on his shoulders alone. She wanted to share it with him, the weight of his lust and need. He shouldn’t have to bear it alone.

When she opened herself up to that act of empathy, she felt the lust seep into her body, into every pore, into every iota of her being. It was hot, boiling, like a great fever. Is this what it felt like? The blood fever he had mentioned? It was like it crawled into her skin. Suddenly her body was aflame. She needed to be touched, to be held, to be bit, to be penetrated. She needed the raw, primal feeling of being filled. She wanted to pounce, she wanted to scream, it hurt, but it hurt so good.

Elisha’s eyes flew open, her skin was sticky with sweat.

“I need.” She said, not knowing why, but saying it because it was true. She needed. She needed him so much.

“I know.”

Elisha lunged forward into Vorik’s arms and wrapped her legs around him. His Vulcan strength was more than sufficient to bear her weight as he hoisted her up on his hips.

Her body acted on its own, knowing only what to do, not knowing why. Her lips sought out his skin. She kissed and licked and grazed his neck with her mouth. Biting down on the same place he had marked her. Biting hard.

He hissed and gripped her thighs tightly, pinning her body against him while she tasted of his skin and something else wet. Had she really bitten him that hard? She was incapable of gauging her own strength right now. She pulled away with her lips green and Vorik growled at this sight.

“You have tasted my blood. Do you burn?”

Elisha whimpered pathetically, “Yes, I burn.”

She clawed at his back and tried to grind against his lok while she was in his arms.

“What do we do?” She pleaded. Her skin was fire, her lips were molten. Her core dripped so eagerly that beads of her desire hit the carpet beneath them.

“What is in our nature.” He said resolutely.

Vorik carried Elisha over to the kitchen island and laid her down on the cool marble. The surface was ice cold against her skin so much that it almost distracted her from her need.

Vorik grabbed her pelvis and dragged her towards the edge of the table and plunged into her. They both let out a pained cry as his lok once again was buried inside of her. The pleasure was indescribable, a great overwhelming bloom through her entire being.

Vorik was more sure of himself this time, he started rocking within her immediately. He gathered her thighs in his arms and held them squarely against his chest, leaving no room for Elisha to escape.

Elisha couldn't control her cries as every emotion in her body came spilling out from deep inside of her. She screamed like a wild animal, clawing at her flesh and moaning at this great relief from the pressure building inside of her.

This was meant to be, this was as close to her primal nature as she ever had been. Connected by mind and body to a man who had seen all of her. She wept, tears spilling from her eyes as she came suddenly and without hardly any clitoral stimulation. It was unlike her but entirely natural.

Her body shook and shivered, and quickly she realized she wasn’t finished, she needed more. Post-orgasm and still needing him to pound into her like she’d been starved for a lifetime of touch.

Vorik held her legs like his arms were made of steel. Her feet were getting numb but she didn’t care. His body was firm and strong.

Vorik suddenly threw her legs aside and scooped her up into his arms again, whisking her away to the floor where his robes and blanket had fallen.

“My mate, I need all of you.” He was full of affection.

“I’m here, I’m here,” She reassured him.

Vorik’s eyes were shut tight as he laid his length on top of her. He buried his face into her neck and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. He was shivering and groaning as he entered her again.

Despite the roughness of their coupling, the affection between them was potent. Arms wrapped around one another, both with their mind touching, bodies joined in pleasure.

Elisha felt wetness on her neck. Though at first she thought it was her tears, she realized it was Vorik’s. This withdrawn Vulcan man was weeping. From what she knew of Vulcan’s this was not common practice even among children. This was perhaps the first time in Vorik’s life that he had let go of all inhibitions and just wept. Like he was freshly born, new life exploding out into the world.

Elisha was lost in the delirium of pleasure and finally said something out loud she’d never have done without the fever.

“I want your child, Vorik. Put a child inside me.”

Vorik growled from deep within his chest. Almost like he was incapable of speech. He had awoken to a completely carnal state. He grunted and groaned like an animal, no words were exchanged, but they both knew his answer.

Fuck yes.

He bucked his hips, once, twice, and released inside of her, violently. She felt his warm seed in her belly. She reached down and pressed on top of her uterus, putting her cervix is the optimal position for conception. He looked down and saw her feeling her womb and subsequently, the outline of his lok inside of her. He shivered fully, quivering with desire. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His woman accepted his seed into her womb so she could bare his child.

His eyes rolled into his head, his lok painfully overstimulated. He didn’t lose his strength like he had last time. In fact he felt invigorated. He tightened his arms around her, and whispered Vulcan words of affection into her ears.

“Tishau Elisha.” (I care for thee Elisha.)

“Lesek. Lesek. Lesek.” (Thank you, thank you, thank you.)

They stayed like that for some time, consumed by their own bliss. They spoke little, and when they did it was kind.

Vorik’s lok remained inside of her, his refractory period was ending and need crept up in him once again. He had regained little of his logic back, he was still deep in the fever. He lifted his head to look at Elisha’s face. His eyes betrayed his unspoken question. Elisha nodded.

He moved within her once again, more steadily this time. Rocking his hips gently back and forth. His lok hurt, his body ached, but it was nothing in comparison to the pleasure he felt from being inside of her.

He carried on steadily for what must have been hours. Elisha had experienced the Pon Farr for herself, and though the immediate effects had passed, she had great compassion for his needs. Though she was overstimulated, though she was hot and tired, she persisted. For that was the affection she had for him. She was his mate, and she would see this through with him, until the end.

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Neither of them knew when they fell asleep. It was not a conscious act, but a result of their exhaustive physical activity.

“Ensign Vorik, please respond.”

The Doctor’s voice through the comms pulled the couple out of their slumber. They were not still joined, but their bodies laid spread across each other. Their eyes met, both blurry and confused.

“Ensign Vorik, please respond!” The overworked Doctor pleaded.

Vorik cleared his throat, but before he could speak Elisha smiled brightly at a brilliant idea.

“Ensign Vorik is quite...indisposed at the moment Doctor.”

Vorik’s eyebrows hit the ceiling. Surprise and flattery clearly written across his features.

“Ah, I see well...I’ll make a note of that for my records.”

Elisha chuckled quietly to herself.

“I’d like the both of you to report directly to me after you’re...finished.”

Vorik chimed in, sounding more like himself than he had in days, “Very well Doctor, now if you will please excuse us.”

The Doctor happily ended his transmission. Vorik rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in his hands. That was when Elisha noticed something surprising on Vorik’s neck.

“Oh wow.”

Elisha reached her hand out and stroked the outline of the bite she’d given Vorik. He didn’t react in surprise or pain to her touch, instead he tilted his head back and leaned into her touch. She made the softest sound of approval at the physical contact.

“Do you remember leaving that mark?” Vorik asked casually.

“I didn’t realize I’d bitten you so hard.”

Vorik reached out an arm towards her face and touched the same mark he’d left on her.

“The placement is identical.”

“That wasn’t intentional.”

Vorik removed his hand from her neck and placed it on her arm. He drew her hand into his for the same ‘Vulcan kiss’ that they had shared before.

“It is called the Ozh’esta, the ‘Finger Embrace’. It is an act of romantic affection between our people. Quite like a ‘Vulcan Kiss’.”

Elisha looked at him curiously.

“You can read my mind.”

“I always could, I simply have your permission to do so now that we are bonded.”

Elisha observed Vorik’s condition. His hand was warm but not hot and sweaty like it had been before. His demeanor was calm and respectful. He was acting like himself again.

“It looks like your fever has passed.”

“It would appear so. However, my Time has not yet passed.”

Elisha raised her own brow, “How many more times we need to…?”

Vorik deliberated, “Twice more should be sufficient.”

Elisha laughs and says, “I can’t believe you still have the stamina.”

“This Time brings forth a supernatural response on our bodily systems. Some have withstood trials much longer than ours.”

Elisha shakes her head in disbelief, “That’s good to know for next time.”

Vorik was thoughtful for a moment.

“That is assuming that you would be willing again, in seven years.”

Elisha realized what she had implied. She considered how to phrase her next sentence.

“While I can’t predict--”

Vorik reaches out and grabs her wrist possessively.

“You need not say another word. You are my mate, for as long as you wish.”

Vorik lowered his head down to her wrist, to kiss the sensitive bit of skin. His mouth climbed up her forearm to her shoulder and eventually back to her neck.

Elisha remembered that they may be together for a lot longer than seven years if she did conceive the last time they mated. It seemed that she had thought about the commitment before the relationship in their case. In the moment it felt right, but in the light of day it seemed frightening, and impulsive.

“Are you ashamed of your desire for a child?”

“Yes.” She answered honestly.

Vorik spoke into her ear directly, his voice soothing and calm, but with a small fire still behind it.

“It is only natural for a woman to desire a child. Therefore is it only natural for a man to want his woman to carry it.”

Elisha’s heart lights up at the idea of carrying Vorik’s child. She wondered if right now there was an egg being fertilized in her womb. They hardly knew each other and they were talking about having a child together, this was madness!

“That is no longer the case, we are bonded.” Vorik protested, seeming offended.

Elisha felt her heart sink. Her mind and her body were at war with each other. On the one hand, she cared for Vorik, and believed that they did share a strong connection. On the other, they had only met each other a handful of times before they entered into this big commitment together. She wanted a child, both logically and illogically. It was too late to back out now.

“You’re afraid. You feel...regret.”

“Possibly, it's hard to tell right now with you, doing what you’re doing to me.”

“Do you wish me to stop?” Vorik sounded disillusioned, he was of sound mind enough to cease his foreplay.

Elisha looked down at him, and considered this for a moment. She finally concluded, “No,” Her voice got quiet and husky, “I want you to taste me.”

Vorik eyes glazed over with affection and possibly amusement. He headed south to her rapidly wettening cunt and placed himself between her legs.

“It’s possible you will have to...make me aware of your preferences.”

“I will.”

Vorik gently settled himself between her legs. He used his fingers to separate her lips and looked at her anatomy as if he was dissecting it.

“It would be beneficial for you to vocalize your preferences.”

“Oh I will.” Elisha giggled.

Her laughter died down immediately when Vorik lowered his face down to her cunt and began licking at her clit like a dog in a water bowl.

It sent jolts up her spine to feel his clever Vulcan tongue flicking away at her most private parts. Elisha’s clit became swollen as Vorik worked it with his mouth. First he used just the tip of his tongue, unsure how to move and at what pressure.

“Ugh! A little, a little higher! Aaaah!” Elisha pleaded.

He flicked his tongue higher up.

“More, more of your tongue, flatten it.”

He flattened his tongue.

“Faster!”

He moved faster, his jaw starting to ache from the effort. But Vorik didn’t care. He would endure any amount of discomfort as long as it guaranteed her pleasure.

Elisha’s voice raised in pitch and octave. She was on the edge of intense release.

Elisha couldn’t hold on any longer, the dam broke and wave after wave of uniquely singular pleasure rippled through her. She felt the tingling in her fingers and toe and the warmth spread until she couldn’t make a sound.

“Shall I assume that you were satisfied?” Vorik asked, not in any way cocky. This was the first time he’d tasted a woman there, he wanted to make sure it was pleasurable for her.

“Very much so.”

Vorik waited until Elisha had come down from her orgasm before placing his hand over her womb. She noticed, and she didn’t wish to speak. She just wanted to feel right now. She reached out her hand and placed it on top of his. Their eyes met for a moment of understanding.

Elisha nodded.

Vorik slowly removed his hand and sat on his haunches, bringing Elisha with him. He lowered her onto himself with impressive ease. They fell into one another’s arms to what felt like home to the both of them. This was not a rough or ready coupling, but gently, like lovers. They were silent except for their steady breaths.

Eventually, Vorik spent himself inside of her again, and neither was the first to let go.

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