#soc 2023

“What?” I asked meeting his icy, irate gaze with confusion.

“You’re tapping your foot,” he said gesturing to the offending appendage.

“So?” I didn’t dare admit that I was just getting rid of some nervous energy. That would open a whole other can of worms that I didn’t want to have to deal with while I was stuck here with Vreenak.

“So it’s irritating,” he snapped with a pointed glare. “I’ve half a mind to cut it off at the joint if you don’t stop.”

“With what? Your shit attitude? Besides, it’s no worse than your pacing a while back,” I muttered under my breath as I leaned against the back wall of the turbolift and crossed one ankle over the other. Folding my arms across my chest, I acknowledged that it was bad enough that he hated me and everything that I did. He didn’t need to know that I was attracted to him, bad attitude and all.

Fine. If he wanted to be an ass on what was already the worst day I’d had aboard this damn station, who was I to stop him? It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried in the past. Apparently, everything I did, including the way I dressed, annoyed the Senator. For a man his age, he really should have better manners.

“You’re lucky we’re not on Romulus. Speaking that way to a man in my position would undoubtedly garner more serious consequences than you could anticipate.” Was I crazy or was there a hint of amusement in his voice? I didn’t bother to look up. I just took a deep, slow breath, and tried to concentrate on anything but the fact that I was stuck in such a confined space with a man who clearly despised me. “Oh, don’t go quiet on me now. I thought even the weakest Humans had more fight in them than that.”

Stubbornly staring ahead at the dark, non-functioning panel on the opposite wall of the turbolift, I listened to both our breaths.

“I suppose I was wrong. How disappointing. What meetings will I miss if we’re stuck here for the next few hours? Or didn’t you have time to memorize my schedule this morning?” Despite his snide comment, I was glad he changed the subject. A little of my tension melted away. I could handle business talk.

“Don’t be absurd. I’ve worked for you for how long now? You’ll only miss one. A Bajoran Minister and Admiral Ross were scheduled for three hours of your time, beginning roughly an hour from now,” I answered without missing a beat. “I believe they wanted to discuss some prior incident that occurred a few years ago at a place called Derna.”

“Oh, wonderful,” he groused, and I glanced up just in time to see him pinching the bridge of his nose with those long, agile, stupidly gorgeous fingers of his. A professional sculptor couldn’t have done a better job– Stop it, stop it! Get your mind out of the gutter! “That’ll be three hours of posturing wrapped up in pointless, transparent appeasement and assurances. Utterly tedious.”

“You could always cancel or reschedule,” I suggested as he leaned against the lift wall beside me with a sigh. “I could tell them that I’d accidentally double-booked your appointments, or something so you wouldn’t be blamed.”

My mind screamed that after how he nitpicked everything I did, he deserved to suffer through a rough meeting. Just a little bit. Why was I offering him an alternative?

Those sharp, blue eyes that I both hated and adored in turns scanned my face - presumably to determine whether I was serious. After the absurdity of the day, I supposed that was only fair. Beginning the day with a drunk Klingon tearing up his office, an Andorian challenging me to a fight in said destroyed office because the Senator was busy, and the replicator nearly exploding in both our faces when we tried unsuccessfully to order lunch...that wasn’t exactly a normal day.

This turbolift incident, as inconvenient as it was, at least afforded us a moment to breathe. Sure, we’d still have to clean up his office, give statements to security about the Klingon and the Andorian, and put in a repair call for the replicator, but, for now, all we had to do - all we could do - was stay put and wait.

Well, that and try not to kill each other before the station’s engineering team could get us out. That was much easier said than done, especially on Vreenak’s part. The Senator certainly had a temper, but I’d only seen him really lose it once. He’d needed a new desk, and the person he’d thrown through it needed major surgery. His anger with me never seemed quite that intense, though.

“Who are you to assume the relative importance of my appointments?” Vreenak’s voice dropped to that low, raspy register with which I’d become so familiar and agitated over the last few months. That tone always made me question whether he was serious or teasing, so I usually didn’t push my luck.

Today, however, I was feeling foolishly bold. After all the chaos of the morning culminated in this damn turbolift trapping us, I’d had enough. My patience had run out, and Vreenak’s snide little comment was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“I think I’m the one who sets up your schedule and keeps angry Admirals from bursting into your office. I was trying to do something nice for you, not that you could tell. You wouldn’t know kindness if it bit those pretty, pointed ears of yours,” I retorted before I could think better of it. His eyes widened in surprise, but I wasn’t done yet. I’d been kind, I’d been accommodating, but that didn’t mean I was going to allow him to walk all over me just because I was nothing more than a glorified secretary to the man. Like a tidal wave, all my built-up frustration with the man came spilling out of me before I could stop it. “If you really want to deal with Starfleet and the Bajorans after a day like today, by all means, go right ahead! Don’t listen to your secretary’s advice. See how well that goes. After all, what the hell do I know? I’m just a Human. I’ve only covered for you about a dozen times! Heaven forbid I try to make things easier for you, you arrogant, ungrateful bastar–”

“Shut up,” he growled pinning me against the wall with one arm and grabbing my jaw with the other. The thought flickered across my mind that he might snap my neck. Instead, he crushed his mouth against mine in a hard kiss. After a beat of frozen surprise, I kissed him back with the same level of intensity. For several long moments, we lost ourselves in a dance of teeth and tongues.

He was essentially my boss. This should feel wrong, but every movement he made felt so perfect. His hands slid down my body with something like hasty reverence.

“Fuck you.” The words spilled involuntarily from my lips as he ground the heel of his palm between my thighs over my uniform.

“You seem quite eager to try,” Vreenak pointed out as I spread my legs for him. Practically clawing at the closure to my pants, he swore quietly when he dipped those long, devious fingers of his beneath my clothes and found me dripping.

He asked me something, but I could do no more than let out a desperate whine as he shoved two long digits into me. Grabbing his shoulders to steady myself, I tugged him closer.

“You’re infuriating,” he hissed as I bit the corner of his jaw. In retaliation, his fingers curled mercilessly, striking that place inside me over and over with unrelenting precision.

“Says the most irritating man in existence,” I gasped, rolling my hips to try and get more friction. Burying his head in the crook of my neck, Vreenak moaned as I palmed the bulge that had been pressing against me so insistently. Intense satisfaction poured through me when he began rutting slowly into my touch.

“Yes, but you want me, nonetheless. Don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way you look at me,” the Senator lorded that observation proudly over me even as he dragged me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Beautiful, pliant, little thing...”

“I fucking hate you,” I breathed, but my protest was so feeble and obviously false that neither of us could stifle our half-choked laughter.

“You’ve always been such an awful liar,” Vreenak murmured slanting his mouth over mine with an affection that I hadn’t anticipated. His hand sped up, intent on drawing screams from me. I was so close I could taste it. The lift jolted, but neither of us paid any attention. My breathing was no more than a stream of whimpered pleas as I began to tip over the edge–

“Ops to Turbolift Four, please respond,” a voice crackled over the comm, and we froze. Our labored breathing seemed almost too loud, now. With both our orgasms stolen away by reality’s return, Vreenak helped steady me on my feet before going to the comm panel. “Our controls show that you should be moving now. Can you confirm?”

“Yes, Ops. We’re moving,” the Senator said as he readjusted himself in his pants and took slow, deliberate breaths. I couldn’t help but smirk at the knowledge that he’d been as close as I’d been. Tuning out the conversation, I righted my clothing and tried to make myself look as if I hadn’t just been fingered within an inch of my sanity by my boss.

Mere seconds later when the turbolift opened on the level where the Senator’s office was, we both looked relatively put together for people who’d just been wrapped around each other. Navigating through the small group of people who were gathered at the lift entrance, I was suddenly grateful for the officer who’d interrupted us. If they hadn’t, we would’ve had quite the captive audience when the door had opened. We were almost to his door when one of Vreenak’s hands took up residence on my lower back.

“Cancel that appointment, but don’t pretend you double booked. Tell them the truth. Tell them...that an urgent personal matter has arisen that requires my immediate attention,” he murmured as we paused in the empty hallway. He tilted my chin up and gave me a mischievous smirk. “Once you’ve done that, I’d like you to come to my quarters. I believe you owe me a few screams for talking back to me, my dear.”

“Oh my, Senator, whatever will people say?” I teased winking up at him.

“If they’re wise, they won’t say a word. The ones who do, well...let’s not forget that I’m the Vice Chairman of the Tal.” His playful threat drew a laugh from me.

“You’d make someone disappear for gossiping about us?”

“For you, I’d make whole worlds disappear.” Having stunned me into silence, Vreenak placed a soft kiss on my forehead and started to walk away. One final teasing comment floated over to me as I moved to enter his office. “Don’t take too long, or I may have to begin without you.”

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“Yes, Captain,” the young Vulcan man replied as he carried out his commanding officer’s instructions.

Long, strong fingers grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at the man whose legs I was between. 

“Are you prepared to atone for your insubordination, Lieutenant?” Solok’s deep voice caressed every syllable with care despite his authoritative tone. I suspected that his eagerness was to blame for the utterly sinful low register that followed my affirmative answer. “Very well. In order to prove your devotion to duty and your respect for me, you will remain on your knees. Put your arms behind your back.”

I did as he ordered and almost immediately felt the cold caress of a metal as a pair of cuffs auto-locked around my wrists, courtesy of a passing security officer. Damn, Solok was better at this role than I’d imagined he’d be.

When we discussed a scenario like this for the first time, it was merely a passing remark during his pon farr. Barely a week later, my husband had escorted me to one of the holosuites above Quark’s bar and presented his handiwork: a detailed recreation of the T’Kumbra’s bridge, complete with fictional Vulcan officers.

“This should prove to be an interesting arena in which to satisfy your desire to have an audience as well as your curiosity regarding myself in the Captain’s chair,” he’d stated calmly as if he wasn’t giving me a way to live out one of my dirtiest fantasies. I’d been so stunned that I didn’t even manage to respond right away, choosing instead to walk slowly to the center of the space. “Have I rendered you speechless in a positive or a negative manner, ashal-veh?”

“Positive. Absolutely, completely positive, but...” I’d trailed off as I had a thought, turning to find Solok watching my reactions. “Are you sure you’d be okay with this? I mean, this is a recreation of your ship. I wouldn’t blame you if you were uncomfortable doing that sort of thing where you normally work.”

Moving to stand directly before me, my husband had cupped my cheeks in his large, gentle hands.

“I assure you, I am not averse to claiming you here, my wife. If there was no possibility of repercussions from Starfleet, I would simply satisfy this fantasy during one of my duty shifts, however, I do not wish to risk our careers for gratification,” he murmured as his thumbs skimmed over the softness of my cheeks, leaving tingling warmth in their wake. Solok leaned closer, allowing his lips to brush lightly against mine as he continued speaking. “In addition, Ashayam Adun’a, though it is not seemly for a Captain to admit it, this particular scenario is one I have imagined, as well...”

He’d surprised me rather pleasantly with that particular statement, so we’d gone on to plan the encounter in detail. We also set up the proper precautions. If either of us wished to stop, we could use our bond to communicate that wish, or our designated safeword. I’d never needed it, though, and given the care with which Solok had treated me so far, I doubted we’d need it tonight, either.

“We have all witnessed how readily you refuse orders. It is logical that you use the same part of your body that got you into this trouble to repair the damage you have caused,” the Captain said as he looked into my eyes. “Do you take my meaning, Lieutenant? Or do you require a more elementary explanation of my expectations?”

Playing into my character as we’d agreed, I pretended not to quite grasp what he was asking of me.

“I-It would be helpful if you could spell it out a little more clearly, sir. I don’t want to be accused of insubordination twice.”

“Very well.” Leaning forward, Solok deliberately slowed the pace of his speech as he held my head in place. “I will not enter your insubordination into your record if you take your punishment without complaint. In order to do that, I expect you to open your mouth and suck my lok until I achieve orgasm.”

God, he was hot when he was condescending. That was so utterly unfair!

“On the Bridge? But, sir–”

“If you would prefer a court martial, that can be arranged, but there would be much less paperwork if you simply complied with the logical course of action,” he stated as if my choice truly did not affect him one way or the other. Why did that aloofness have me dampening my panties already?

“No, no, I’ll be good for you, Captain, I promise,” I said looking up at him with a pleading expression. “Please, give me a chance. I won’t disappoint you.”

The weight of my husband’s lok on my tongue moments later was comforting and familiar - a stark contrast to the odd sensation of awareness in the foreground of my mind that we were in public. None of these people were real, of course, but this felt real enough to make me particularly mindful of the sounds emanating from my mouth.

Solok grasped my jaw and pulled himself from between my lips.

“What is your status, Adun’a?” He asked quietly, skimming his thumb through a bit of saliva that had dripped down my chin.

“Green, Captain,” I answered, and before we resumed our previous positions, my husband’s fingertips brushed slowly, sensually over my lips. He knew I loved these sweet moments, and he was quick to indulge in them with me. I couldn’t have found a more attentive husband if I’d tried. The fact that we were here in this simulation that he’d created himself was proof of that.

The moment we re-entered the scene and I’d sucked his lok back into my mouth, Solok moaned loudly and placed his hand on the back of my head.

“You are doing an...adequate job, however, I believe you could be of better use,” he murmured using his other hand to gather my hair and pull it out of my face. He got to his feet and looked down at me. “Relax your throat.”

I did so, and Solok began thrusting into my mouth slowly, allowing me to adjust to the sensation of being used like this. He knew my limits and was exceedingly careful not to go beyond them.

When I gagged slightly, he pulled back immediately. Through our bond, I could feel my husband checking if I was alright. Once he was reassured, he lifted a brow at me.

“If you cannot take a Vulcan’s discipline, Lieutenant, I’m sure there is a simple desk job back on Earth that would suit your limited talents–”

“I can take it, Captain,” I promised opening my mouth in invitation.

“If you are certain,” he said before gripping my head a little more firmly and thrusting relentlessly in to the hilt. Solok moaned above me, and I couldn’t help but echo him as my slick dripped down my inner thighs. “I can smell you, Lieutenant. You are taking pleasure in being used like this. I should have deduced that you were a slut the moment you walked onto my ship. Colliding with me within moments of your arrival...bending at the waist to retrieve the PADD you’d dropped...It should have been apparent to me right away that you were simply waiting for a moment like this to prove to me what a pliant, eager mate you could be.”

My husband was a chatterbox when we were together like this. He knew I liked the sound of his voice a little too much, and he absolutely used that to his advantage. As he fucked my throat at a decent pace, he alternated between calling orders to his holographic crew and telling me in no uncertain terms what an obedient whore I was being for him.

“Perhaps I should create a new position here on the bridge that suits your desire to please me. You could service me when I require you. This warm mouth of yours could be full of me whenever it suited my whims and substantial stamina. That would certainly keep you busy enough to avoid another incident requiring disciplinary consequences,” Solok mused as he sped up. His breathing had become more shallow as well. He was close, and despite not being allowed to touch myself, I was close, too. My husband knew that. Of course he could tell. “If you wish to retain your position aboard this ship, you will swallow every drop I give you. Do I make myself clear?”

All I could manage was a slight gurgling sound around his lok, but he understood. A dark expression passed over his features, and Solok groaned loudly, pushing into my throat as deeply as possible as he spilled his seed. Hot spurts threatened to choke me, but I swallowed obediently as I’d been ordered to do.

“What does courtesy demand from you, Lieutenant?” He asked as soon as he’d removed himself from my lips.

“Thank you, Captain,” I rasped, and once he resumed his seat, he lifted me easily onto his lap.

“You are welcome,” Solok murmured. One arm wrapped securely around me and the other slipped between my legs, caressing the soaked fabric of my uniform. “I believe your obedience has earned you a reward.”

As my husband dragged me into a deep kiss, the sound of ripping fabric met my ears. So that’s why he’d insisted on bringing a change of uniform...

~*~*~

Vulcan Words:

ashal-veh = darling

ashayam = beloved

adun’a = wife

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The Gul had gone so long without seeing his lover that her mouth on his Cho’Ch felt even more exquisite than usual. As he cupped the back of her head and watched her lips stretch around his girth, he leaned into the desperate impulses that were provided to him by his instincts.

Deeper. Harder. More.

She knew Macet’s body almost better than he did at this point, so he supposed that something like this was bound to happen eventually. That didn’t mean he had to like it, though.

Her soft, dexterous fingers caressed his irllun, rubbing his engorged, sensitive ridge in exactly the way that she knew would make him fall apart. If he’d been more prepared for the sheer sensuality and hunger in her eyes when she looked up at him, he might’ve had the restraint to last longer.

When she gave a particularly enthusiastic suck and moaned around his length, he erupted with an alarmed shout of her name. Still trembling with the force of his release, he realized that his longevity had been...less than ideal. His cheeks burned and reflexively he pulled away.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean...” he stammered and fumbled for a reason, but he hadn’t finished that quickly since long before he had any significant sexual experience. “This won’t happen again–”

“Akellan,” she cooed as she cupped his cheeks and forced him to listen to her. “Breathe. It’s alright. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

He’d expected her to laugh at him, but she’d done nothing of the sort. Her arms wound around his neck ridges, and her lips trailed down from his forehead to his nose.

“You’re not angry?”

“No, of course not. In fact, I’ll take that as a compliment to my skill. We haven’t seen each other in so long. I’m just happy to be here with you. Besides,” she murmured brushing her lips against his as she straddled his lap, “we have the rest of our shore leave for you to show me your stamina...”

That he could do. That he could definitely do.

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“You’ll have me, ashaya. Be patient just a few moments more,” Kollos replied as his unrelentingly slow kisses up her thighs stirred his wife into a desperate fog.

Through their bond, he could feel her affection for him mingling seamlessly with her desire. He was fortunate enough to have a mate with a sex drive that was a match for his own, and she was even more amorous now that she was carrying his child. It was his responsibility and honor to attend to her pleasure, especially during this time.

Reaching up, Kollos carefully caressed his wife’s swollen belly, moaning hungrily against the soft skin of her upper thigh. She’d already come twice while riding his face, but he intended to give her much more than that.

The former minister slid out from beneath her and helped her lay on her back, making sure she was properly supported and comfortable. She was a vision spread open for him like this. Surrounded and luxuriating in a veritable pile of pillows atop their bed, Kollos’s heavily pregnant wife reached her arms out for her husband. He grasped one of her hands as he knelt between her spread legs, looking down at her in awe.

He would never get used to this. When his ex-wife was pregnant, he hadn’t been allowed to explore the primal urges that swirled within him. Their marriage was no more than a political alliance between their families. The intimacy they had shared was no more than perfunctory performance of a perceived duty - to have a productive union and appear to be a true family. Despite their marriage, they had never completely confided in one another. Outside of Kollos’s instances of pon farr and the conception of their child, there was almost no intimate contact between them. Such an exploration of what it meant to have a pregnant mate would not have been welcome.

He could indulge those particular urges now, though. The desire to hold his lover, to feel the life they had created together growing within her, to prove that he was a worthy mate by tending to her pleasure throughout her pregnancy and beyond...she had made it clear that she was open to all of that and more. This second marriage was a love match. Kollos and his new wife were undeniably compatible, both physically and mentally. The necessary attraction had been there from the beginning, and now he could truly experience what a marriage should be.

“Look at you. You are already full of me, yet still you beg for me to fuck you,” he crooned. A fierce possessiveness roared within him as the tip of his lok brushed through her soaked folds, prompting him to lift her legs carefully in his grasp. He probed their bond to check that she wasn’t in any discomfort, and when none could be found, he began pushing relentlessly forward, splitting her open on his length. “My beautiful, accommodating wife. You take me so well.”

“Kollos, p-please,” she called out, covering his hands with hers where they gripped her thighs. “Please...Please, I need you!”

“You have me.” His promise was accompanied by his lips on her one of her calves. The soft, tight warmth of his mate around him made Kollos groan as he began moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. Bracing her legs on his broad chest, he reached between her legs and gradually began stirring her passion further with swirling circles over her clit. “You will always have me.”

Her fingernails dug into his skin as she clung to him, and Kollos let out a deep, rumbling growl as he began to lose his composure. Leaning into this sort of savage desire meant that he’d have to spend a little longer meditating tonight, but that was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make if this lovemaking brought his spouse pleasure. It was the least he could do to make sure that she was comfortable and satisfied while she was carrying their child.

He’d promised when they were married that she would want for nothing, and to date, he was proud to be able to say that he had kept that promise. He had demonstrated himself to be a capable provider, and he was happy to continue to do so for her. She deserved the best, after all, and although he was no longer a member of the Vulcan High Command, he still wished to give his mate the best life possible - that included as many orgasms as she could ever desire.

As she cried out for the third and fourth times that night, Kollos felt his own end approaching. Close to completely unhinged with desire, he coaxed her through a fifth peak and pulled out. Standing quickly on the bed, he fisted his lok, roaring as his pleasure gushed through his fingers and splattered on his wife’s stomach. His seed dripped down the sides of her rounded belly while he moaned above her.

Mine. Mine, mine, mine! The word repeated over and over like a drumbeat in his head, his heart, and even in the core of his katra. Easing himself back down onto the bed beside his wife, he found his lips immediately claimed by hers.

He still had to clean his spend off of her, and soon a desire that began somewhere in the post-orgasmic haze thrummed between them until they were both ravenous with desire yet again: his tongue would make a suitable and efficient tool to do the job.

Kollos was more than happy to fulfill that desire.

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Vulcan Words:

Adun = husband

ashaya = beloved

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“Yes, Human females are always so responsive. I’ve missed their sensitivity - one of the few disadvantages of moving from Earth to Platonius,” he mused as his eyes traveled down the length of my nude body. If he’d been Human, his gaze would have been the only thing I felt, but since he was Platonian, his eyes were followed by the sensation of his fingers squeezing my breasts. A whimper bubbled up in my throat, and a dark sort of hunger tugged at Parmen’s lips. “You see? I haven’t even deigned to touch her, yet she’s squirming.”

“Enjoy yourself, my love. Just make sure to show me how she looks before you give her back. I do so love seeing your little toys’ marks after they’ve been played with,” she crooned before kissing her husband’s cheek and leaving the room.

“My wife and I indulged in Humans and their pleasures quite often when we resided on your planet. The siren call of the flesh is quite powerful with sensitive, receptive beings such as the members of your species. We didn’t even have our powers then, yet Humans were so expressive about their pleasure,” Parmen said as he leaned farther back in his chair and looked down at me where I knelt in the center of the room. “You are an exquisite specimen, aren’t you?”

The amazement in his voice was followed by the sensation of lips trailing down my neck. Beneath the flowing fabric of the ancient Greek style tunic covering him, Parmen was visibly hard. Could he feel the softness of my skin against his lips, too? I ached to touch him, but the same telekinesis that he was using to tease me kept me firmly in place on my knees.

He and the other Platonians had been performing this sort of telekinetic trickery since we arrived here.

We’d been called to Platonius by a distress signal, and once we arrived, I assisted Doctor McCoy with Parmen’s treatment. When our patient finally woke up from his sedative-induced sleep, I was standing over him with a medical tricorder taking some readings on his vitals.

The sensation of a warm, gentle hand caressing my cheek startled me into dropping my scanner. Glancing around, I saw that nothing was actually touching me, but that the leader of Platonius was gazing up at me as if I held the same intrigue as one of his intellectual questions.

“Such a lovely sight to wake up to...” Parmen rasped as a smile spread across his features, crinkling his eyes slightly at the corners. Oh, he was quite handsome. When my tricorder floated back up in front of my hands, I caught it and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ before going to alert the Doctor.

Everything else came to a head when Parmen summoned all four of us into his throne room. After a few less-than-diplomatic words from both the Captain and the Platonians, the Philosopher King used his powers to make Kirk slap himself hard, over and over until he nearly collapsed.

“Wait! Stop! Parmen, sir, please stop! Don’t hurt him! The Captain’s only trying to protect us - to keep his officers safe,” I called out before I could stop myself, and all at once, the sounds of flesh colliding with flesh ceased. Parmen’s eyes focused fully on me, then. I thought that the intensity of his gaze meant that I would be next to receive his wrath, but the retribution I expected never came. Instead, our captor rose from his seat and took a few curious steps toward me.

“A heartfelt plea for mercy from such a gentle lady... How could anyone refuse such a request unless their eyes were blind and their heart was made entirely of stone?” He mused as he reached out and brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Fear not, oh compassionate one, your Captain shall come to no further harm by my hand.”

“Thank you, sir,” I’d replied, and he smiled in the same way that he had when he’d awakened earlier. He sent the Captain back to wait with Spock and McCoy, then, and he gave me a tour of the grounds - one which ended in his private quarters where I now knelt naked and dripping for him.

“Patience, little one. Being a King’s concubine - temporary or otherwise - has its rewards, I assure you,” he said as his gaze dropped lower. Invisible hands grasped my thighs and spread them farther apart. “I suppose you’ve never been with a Philosopher King, have you? The position is quite rare. You seem surprised, though. Have you never been touched in a sensual manner?”

Desperately searching for my voice as large, non-corporeal fingers slipped between my legs, I nodded my head.

“I have, but...never by a person’s mind. Sexual telekinesis is an entirely new experie–” I broke off with a gasp as two fingers slipped inside me, deeper than even Parmen’s long digits could have reached. With a broken mewl, I ducked my head trying to hide the intensity of my reaction. An invisible hand grasped my jaw and forced my head back up.

“You will look upon my face, harlot. A king is lowering himself in order to grant you pleasure. I would have your gratitude.” His voice thundered imperiously through the room as his mind-fingers struck me in just the right way to make me moan his name. Parmen’s gaze softened somewhat at the sound, and when he spoke again, he appeared only slightly more compassionate. “Come now, little one. Be polite or I shall have you tied to the dining table and left there, nude and dripping, for all to look upon as they consume their evening meal.”

“Thank you,” I managed to squeak, but that wasn’t quite good enough.

“‘Thank you...?’” He prompted, and I scrambled for the correct title. What the hell was I supposed to call a Philosopher King? ‘Sir?’ Or perhaps ‘my liege?’ Steeling myself for punishment in case I chose incorrectly, I wetted my lips with my tongue.

“Thank you, my gracious king,” I tried, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

“You’re quite welcome, pretty girl,” he crooned, reaching surreptitiously down to grind his palm against the tent in his tunic. A low hum emanated from his throat as I dripped onto the invisible hand moving between my legs - or I should say through it, since there was nothing actually there. “My wife lacks the patience for such play. She prefers that the main event be reached almost immediately. Instant gratification, you understand. I, however, tend towards a different approach...”

Taking up a rough but dilatory pace, he repeated his previous action, striking the spot inside me with his telekinesis until pleas fell from my lips as freely as the tears of desperation that had begun trickling down my cheeks. A low moan from the man playing with my body so precisely drew my eyes.

He had pulled his length from beneath his tunic and was stroking himself in time with his mental thrusts. As I watched, precome dripped over the back of his hand in a long rivulet that I could almost taste despite our distance.

“Parmen...my king, please...”

“You must ask for precisely what you desire if you truly wish to receive it,” he called looking at me with hooded eyelids. “I might be inclined towards mercy, after all, you have brought it out in me before.”

Through my gasps, I managed to force out a few words.

“Please, I want t-to feel you,” I requested as I was almost lifted off the ground with the force of his thrusts.

“Ah, but you can feel me,” he countered with a mischievous smirk.

“Please, I want to kiss you...to touch your body and bring you pleasure in return.” At that, his head tipped back, exposing the length of his neck. I knew this was only temporary, that he was married, but I wanted to leave a hickey or two on that long neck if only to prove that this had actually happened. “Please, my king. Please, I’ll be good for you, I promise!”

“You beg so beautifully. I see no reason to refuse you, but first...” He trailed off and the speed of the invisible hand fucking me into oblivion increased until I fell apart. He didn’t slow his ravaging pace for even a moment as I rode out my pleasure.

When I finally came back to myself, I found my body was fully supported by the same telekinetic hands that had drawn such ecstasy from within. The sensation of teasing fingertips grazed their way up my chest to my neck.

“Such transcendent sensuality! Eros himself could not have created a more splendid display,” Parmen praised as I lifted my head to look at him again. An adoring little smile stretched his lips even as he continued slowly stroking his cock. “Come, little one, you’ve earned your wish. Do what you will with me.”

The tension holding me up released, and I dropped shakily to my hands and knees. I didn’t trust the stability of my legs so soon after such an intense orgasm, so I closed the few feet between us by crawling. When I was between his legs, I trailed soft kisses up his inner thighs. As my lips met his sticky shaft, he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

I hoped that if I showed him a different sort of affection than the casual harshness that seemed to pervade Platonian society, he might find it a welcome change...and perhaps be gentle with me in return. When he tilted my chin up so that I was forced to look up at him, something changed. Keeping eye contact, I placed a gentle kiss on the head of his leaking cock.

After several moments of lavishing careful, languid affection on the Philosopher King’s length, I heard him moan above me. Murmured praise fell from his lips until he could stand the incessant build no longer, and his blunt tip slipped across my entrance as he helped me up to straddle his hips. We both let out breathy, desperate sounds at the stimulation, and his hands moved to my upper back.

“We Platonians tend to indulge our crueler sexual impulses, but this...” he murmured as I kissed my way up his neck toward his jaw. The scent of masculine musk and roses flowed over me, seeming to emanate naturally from his skin. Did all Platonians smell so lovely, or was this a result of ancient Greek perfuming techniques? The Platonians did take much of their cultural and aesthetic cues from ancient Greece, after all, and Grecian men did tend towards roses and lilies for their scents. My scholarly musings were cut off by his low, rumbling voice. “Several centuries have passed since I last experienced such complete gentleness. It almost seems as if I never have before...”

Cupping the back of my head with a tenderness I hadn’t felt since he woke up after his treatment, Parmen drew me into a kiss that spoke more of emotion than appetite. So this was the potential I’d sensed within him!

“Gentle, precious lady, you must be Eleos, goddess of mercy sent down from Olympus,” he breathed as his cock slipped inside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist even as mine wound over his shoulders. Trembling as our bodies joined so intimately, I rested my forehead against his. “Oh, I will show you the skill of a god, my girl. I have over two millennia of experience with romance, and you deserve only the best that I can give you.”

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Hours later when his little lover was fast asleep in his arms, Philana finally returned. Parmen watched as her eyes skimmed down the unblemished skin of the woman’s back and shoulders, and a small frown creased her brow.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” She whispered as she sat beside her nude husband and his lover on their marital bed. “There’s hardly a mark on her.”

“Oh, she provided wonderful pleasure,” Parmen praised as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“How could she have when you’ve left no bruises?” Philana sounded utterly perplexed. “Come to think of it, I heard no screams, either.”

“She reminded me of the allure of gentleness...the sweet sacrament of a slow, tender touch,” he mused as he pressed a soft kiss onto the sleeping woman’s forehead.

“Gentleness? What pleasure could that possibly bring? Husband, you and I have held for a millennia that the contrast provided by pain is the primary enhancer for sexual enjoyment,” Philana protested, but when Parmen looked over at his wife, he was aware that he was expressing more in that single glance than he had in centuries. A small, warm smile graced his lips. One that his wife hadn’t caused. Could one mortal woman really cause such a drastic change in him?

“She could teach us...remind us of those attributes we’ve lost over time.”

Philana fixed him with a knowing stare.

“And how long, dear husband, would that last? She’d have powers within a few months, and their arrival would herald the end of her Humanity. She would fall victim to the same things that we have,” she said, and, though Parmen knew it was true, his heart protested loudly in his chest. He so wanted to keep her and surround himself eternally with her soft affection. “This one truly has captivated you, hasn’t she?”

He could hear the amazement in his wife’s voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to care one way or the other.

“Indeed. I didn’t think it was possible to...to feel this deeply after so many decades...so many centuries,” he murmured trailing his lips lightly down his lover’s cheek. His heart thudded rapidly in his chest as she nuzzled his chest in her sleep. “I wish to delay the Enterprise’s departure.”

“You have decided to let them live, then?” At her husband’s confirmation, Philana smiled and dropped a soft kiss on the sleeping woman’s cheek. “Then you stay here with your little diversion, and I’ll keep the others busy.”

Once his wife had left, Parmen’s hand slid down to his lover’s hip and held her in place. Grinding his renewed interest between her legs, the Philosopher King moaned with no restraint as his tip penetrated her once more. She whimpered sleepily for him, stirring in his arms with a murmur of his name. She may not be his forever, but he would make the most of the time they were given.

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Pardek wasn’t the only one who was intrigued by this woman. Several Senators - particularly the unmarried ones - along with the Praetor made regular use of her. Typically, their sessions began with her lips wrapped around Praetor Neral’s lok. At first, that choice was obviously intended to degrade her. After all, she had been caught spying for the Federation in Romulan territory. Neral had ordered his guards to drag her in front of the Senate to face her crimes.

“The Federation has grown bold in the past few years, now they even send spies into our space, but no more. We will make an example out of this woman,” Neral said as she knelt in chains between his guards in the center of the Romulan Senate floor. She looked resolute rather than frightened, but that changed a moment later. “However, let it not be said that the Romulan Empire is without mercy.”

Confused murmurs and whispers arose from the Senators who had been eagerly awaiting her execution.

“I suggest that we invoke a substitute punishment in place of the usual death sentence. It has been too many years since this distinguished body has had an outlet. I move, Senators, that we make use of this pretty little Human as was done in the previous century,” the Praetor said as he stood and took a few slow steps toward the woman who now looked utterly terrified. “As we carry the burden of ruling the Empire, she will serve as relief for our stress. Using herself in any way we require to perform at our peaks, she will serve the Empire and be an example of where Humans and other members of the Federation belong: at our feet.”

The vote had been overwhelmingly in favor after Neral’s speech. After that day, there hadn’t been a single Senate session where she’d gone untouched. Men like Neral and Vreenak preferred her mouth for the degrading position that it put her in. The latter never even learned her name, he simply called out a gruff, commanding ‘come here, girl’ when he wanted her.

Vreenak was also part of the reason that she’d learned a few words of the Rihan language. He insisted that she thank him in his own language every time he came down her throat. The Senator claimed it was only polite that she do so.

“After all,” he’d explained to her when she’d dared to look confused at his request, “we could’ve tossed you into the Reman mines and allowed those animals to use you. Instead you are allowed to give pleasure to government officials. That honor is not one that a spy is usually afforded.”

Vreenak had gripped her hair particularly roughly, afterwards, making her yelp in pain.

“Now, what do we say?” His deadly quiet tone combined with his authority in the Senate Chamber made her shake.

“Khlinae arhem, Deihu.” She’d stumbled over the words the first few times, but after several repeat performances she sounded as though she’d been born speaking Rihannsu.

Letant had a routine with her, as well, but he made his enjoyment much more obvious. Since he and Vreenak were close friends, the former would often call her over directly after the latter had finished with her. Whispering sultry little words about how cool and impersonal his colleague could be, Letant sought to give her some sort of gentleness as he took his pleasure.

“Your pronunciation is improving, but I’ve heard enough talk. Come here and give me some of those lovely moans.” Brushing her hair out of her face, he’d tilt her chin up and coax her into standing before him. One of his favorite ways to play was teasing her about how wet she’d become. “You were looking forward to this, weren’t you? Don’t worry. I was, too. These sumptuous thighs keep me awake at night...”

As he allowed his hand to wander between her legs, giving her the first real taste of pleasure she’d had all day, he’d pull her off-balance just far enough that she was forced to brace herself on his chest or shoulders. That was a devious, ingenious plan, really. In doing so, he ensured that she was at the perfect angle for him to lean in and latch onto one of her nipples. Some days he’d make her come once before he pulled her onto his lap to fuck her, but more often than not, he felt generous enough to make it twice.

Pardek had asked him about that act of charity one day after the Senate was adjourned, and as they walked together, the younger man had surprised him with his answer.

“She’s no doubt realized by now that she won’t see her home or even her star system again. She’s likely still frightened of us all, and, although some fear can be used to reinforce discipline, I don’t want her to have a coronary on the Senate floor,” Letant had murmured. “Besides, I’ve had a few Terran women in the past. They can be quite enjoyable when properly stimulated. You should try her out, Pardek. She’s wonderfully warm and accommodating.”

There was little the elder Romulan could do but attempt to conceal his blush and hurry off under the guise of being late for a meeting. As he retreated to his own office, Pardek had mulled Letant’s statement over, thoroughly intrigued with the young strategist’s approach to this pretty little Human spy. He had to admit that sex was much more appealing when your partner was willing and unafraid.

The woman’s eyes had flitted his way more than once while she was tending to Praetor Neral’s pleasure at the beginning of each session. He suspected it was due to his seat’s proximity to the man, but that didn’t explain the emotion behind the look that she gave him. Was she afraid of him? But then, she wasn’t afraid of Neral. She hated him, certainly, but he knew what her fear looked like. He saw it every time Vreenak summoned her.

As Pardek watched today’s session unfold from his prestigious seat near the Praetor, Senator Sabrun caught the girl’s gaze after she assisted Letant and summoned her over, offering her a soft smile and one of his hands. Sabrun had only been with her once before, and when a deep green blush colored his cheeks, Pardek surmised that he’d been trying to resist the urge to take her again so soon after their first session.

Several sets of eyes followed her progress as she walked over to him, Pardek’s included. He had to admit that the swish of her nude hips was enticing. What was it about Human women that turned the heads of so many Romulans? Was it their softness? Their scent? Perhaps their eagerness to please their partners?

Coaxing her onto his lap, Sabrun grasped the back of her neck and looked directly into her eyes as she took his lok into her slick, wet slit. The intensity of the moment and each other’s expressions pulled quiet moans from both of them.

Pushing his fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet during deliberations on a legal matter, Sabrun watched her with lust clouding his eyes. She certainly didn’t seem to be afraid of him. Maybe Letant was right and his previous ministrations relaxed her enough that fear no longer possessed her...

He had no idea how long he’d been lost in thought, but when a moan muffled by the fingers in her mouth escaped her, he was brought back to the present just in time to see her riding Sabrun as if both their lives depended on it. Their eyes were locked, and her forehead was nearly touching his. The two clearly had chemistry. Perhaps in a different universe, the two could have been lovers.

She came so hard that Sabrun was pulled along with her almost instantly, and in a flash, Pardek had made up his mind. Once she had recovered her breath and gotten to her feet once more, he met the Human’s gaze and beckoned her over with a wave of his fingers. She looked surprised at his attention, and, honestly, he couldn’t blame her. He’d never availed himself of her services before. With wide eyes, she walked over to him.

The rest of the Senate went quiet when they noted her trajectory. Pardek’s actions and statements were always noted in the Senate given that he’d been a member for over ninety years. When he spoke, it wasn’t rashly or without careful thought, so people tended to listen.

This evening, as he patted his thigh and murmured for her to have a seat, all eyes were on him. Pardek paid them no attention, choosing instead to savor the feeling of her arm slipping over his shoulder to steady herself. His own hands began to roam somewhat slowly, caressing her nude thighs and spreading them for his inspection. Some of the mess that Sabrun had left inside her leaked out of her used and abused slit.

“We shouldn’t let this go to waste, should we?” He asked as he slid his fingers through her folds.

“No, Deihu.” Her voice shook as she spoke. Again, Pardek couldn’t blame her. She knew little of him besides his serious, quiet countenance. His attitude when combined with his stature - he wasn’t a small man by any means - doubtlessly served to intimidate her.

As he pushed some of his colleague’s seed back inside her and curled his fingers experimentally in her depths, she bit her lower lip. The pleasure that gradually filled her eyes made Pardek smirk with pride. He’d had more than his share of sexual experiences over the years, and he was eager to see how well his knowledge applied to Human women.

She let out a little whimper as he pulled his fingers from her depths and moved to free his length from his robes. She even reached for it, but he caught her wrist. There was a pause, then. As her eyes met his, he noted that there was no longer any fear. Brimming with curiosity, she tilted her head in askance, waiting for instruction. Silently, he maneuvered her in his lap as easily as he would a toy. Pardek let out a deep groan as she sank down on his lok, one which was echoed by a gasp from her at his size.

Oh, now he understood the appeal!

Looking out at the rest of the Senators as Pardek pulled her back against his chest, she let her head drop backwards onto his shoulder. He had to admit that the sensation of her stretching to accommodate him as her body melted against him was addictive and like nothing he’d ever felt before.

“Good girl,” he breathed against her ear. He held her hips in place with one hand and brought the other between her legs to rub at the little bundle of nerves that the others had taken such joy in discovering. Since the session was almost over for the day, Pardek would use her to warm his lok until they adjourned.

Afterwards, well...there were many possible activities that a man of his experience could dream up for a pretty little toy like her. Given the attention they had already drawn, he suspected they’d have an audience for their activities, as well. Even Kimara was watching them with rapt interest. Hm...perhaps he should invite her to join in...?

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A note for those who are wondering who Senator Sabrun is:

Sabrun was in Star Trek: Nemesis. Since Senator Sabrun wasn't officially named in the dialogue of the film in which he appeared, I'm talking about the Romulan played by John Berg. His Memory Alpha page is here. His character wasn't given a name in the initial script, and he originally had a speech in the film that was later deleted. Sabrun got his name from the Star Trek Customizable Card Game.

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Romulan words:

Khlinae arhem = thank you (inferior to superior)

Deihu = Senator

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Beneath the table, one of the Praetor’s hands was just barely concealed by the long, stately tablecloth, having strayed to my upper thigh early in the evening. Pumping into me and curling with a slow but firm rhythm, my husband had stirred me up despite the fact that we were surrounded by Romulan governmental officials.

At first I’d thought nothing of it. He almost always kept some sort of physical contact with me, especially when we were at official functions like this. He was a rather tactile man, and since Romulus was new to me, he wanted to be sure that I was always aware that I wasn’t facing politics-laced events like this on my own.

Dressed in our finery - an ornate tunic and robes for my husband, and a long, wrap dress paired with a lightweight robe for me - we’d strode into the banquet hall and taken our seats. I’d looked at Hiren in askance when his hand slid between the fabric folds in my dress and cupped my sex. He’d been bold with his affections before, but never quite like this.

“Is everything alright, sahe’lagge?” He’d asked with a warm smile when his gaze met mine. Mischief danced in his irises despite his innocent expression. He knew damn well that I couldn’t say anything amongst all these guests, and he was milking it for all it was worth. Brushing his fingertips lightly, teasingly against my clit, he feigned concern. “You seem flustered. Would you like some water?”

“No, thank you, I’m perfectly fine. Have I mentioned how distinguished you look tonight, deyhhan?” I asked spreading my thighs to give him easier access to my center.

“Several times as I recall, especially when we were in front of the mirror...” He trailed off with a wink. What did he–

Oh. Oh, that’s why he was doing this! I bit my lip as I remembered the sultry little things I’d said to him, lamenting the fact that we couldn’t give this evening a miss so that I could spend the night with my lips wrapped around his lok instead.

“Hiren...” I breathed, intending to beg for mercy, but I was silenced by a fleetingly stern expression from my husband that melted quickly back into a smile.

“You know what punishment you’ve earned, e’lev,” he whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “Now, behave yourself, put on your best ‘poker face,’ and take it like a good girl.”

Luckily for Hiren’s thoroughly evil revenge plot, the rest of the guests were seated slightly further away from us than they were from each other. He was the head of the Empire, after all. The only people who were truly at risk of seeing what he was doing to his wife in such a public venue were the servers.

He brought me to the edge multiple times but never allowed me to tip over into the release he’d dangled before me so tantalizingly. The third time he stopped, I gripped my fork hard enough that I was almost certain I’d pinched a nerve.

Placing his fingertips beneath my chin, Hiren turned my head to face him. Surely he could see the desperation written all over my face? He smirked and traced his fingertips down the bridge of my nose.

“Dessert will be here in a moment. I expect you to be strong until then. Can you do that for me?” Taking a deep breath and giving him a nod of my head, I tried to look casual and regal as my position demanded.

Two more aborted peaks later, I was practically squirming in my seat as the servers removed the plates from the main course.

“Hiren,” I breathed shallowly as the dessert plates were being carried out. It was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend that nothing was happening. “Please...”

He leaned in and whispered a single word in my ear as his fingers sped up beneath the table: “Now.”

Gripping his forearm with all the ferocity of the fiery orgasm he’d been throwing kindling into all night, I bit the inside of my cheek and came hard. Afterward, I tried to hide how quick my breathing was, but I still caught the heavy green blush coloring the cheeks of the server who’d set our plates on the table.

“In all candor, e’lev, that was a bit more conspicuous than I’d anticipated,” Hiren whispered sliding his fingers from inside me. “Ah well. If they know how thoroughly I’m taking care of you, all the better. Perhaps next time you should sit on my lap...”

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Romulan Words:

sahe’lagge = passionflower

deyhhan = husband

e’lev = darling

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“Patience, sweetheart,” she chided gently before resuming her slow, teasing caresses. She’d been keeping her husband on the edge of an orgasm for something like an hour. After all the long days and hard work that Jorik had been doing lately, he still refused to relax, so Jadzia decided to take things into her own hands - and her mouth.

Soft arms had wrapped around Jorik’s shoulders as he sat at his desk. He’d been working on security reports for nearly three days straight, at that point. Since the Romulans had joined the war against the Dominion, there had been an uptick in the amount of personal conflicts on the station. And the paperwork required to file reports on such incidents had increased accordingly.

“Adun, you need to rest,” Jadzia’s breath against the top of her husband’s head ruffled his hair and tickled his scalp. “You haven’t taken a break in hours. I haven’t seen you this tense since we met.”

“A break would be illogical. My work is incomplete,” he murmured, but through their bond, Jorik could feel that his wife would not be deterred tonight. Her tongue traced the outside of his ear, pausing on the pointed tip long enough to tug his focus away from the reports in front of him. “Ashaya...”

“I know you’re dedicated to your career, but don’t I deserve a little of your time as well?” She slid one of her hands down to his and traced two of his fingers with his. “If you won’t take a break for your own sake, then take it for mine. Nara is staying over at the O’Briens, and I require my husband...”

Feeling his breath hitch in his chest, Jorik set down the two data PADDs he’d been using. If his wife needed him, it was only logical that he should help her. What sort of a husband would he be if he did not? Leaning back in his mate’s embrace, he obliged a nudge of her nose and bared his neck for her with a tilt of his head.

“How may I assist you this evening, k’diwa?” He gasped as she nipped at his neck, sending a bolt of arousal between his legs. 

“By allowing me to assist you,” she whispered, and one of Jorik’s eyebrows lifted curiously.

“As always, I am yours to do with as you will.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Jadzia murmured coaxing him from his chair and pulling him into the bedroom.

He’d given himself over to her ministrations easily, lying back on the bed with very little persuasion. Jorik trusted his wife implicitly, even when she brought him to the edge time after maddening time. She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was grateful that she was willing to give him such pleasure. He accepted her attentions readily as any solicitous mate would.

“That’s my good boy,” Jadzia praised, and the taught string that was his tension finally snapped. Feeling his control shatter completely, Jorik shouted as his wife’s hands sped up, pulling his orgasm from him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips twitched involuntarily.

When he finally came back to himself, Jorik opened his eyes to a sight that never ceased to stir his most primitive urges. His wife’s cheeks, nose, and forehead were painted with stripes of his cum. Allowing himself a selfish moment to admire how gorgeous she looked like that, he leaned forward and kissed her with all the passion he possessed.

How fortunate he was to have a partner like Jadzia!

With the utmost care, Jorik lifted his wife onto their bed and fetched a warm, wet cloth to clean her face. As much pleasure as it brought him to see her wearing the pleasure that she’d drawn from him, he derived even more satisfaction from her comfort.

“Thanks,” Jadzia murmured as he set the cloth aside. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she kissed his nose.

“I believe it is time that I thank you, k’diwa,” he replied allowing his hunger for his wife to show plainly on his face as his hand glided carefully between her legs. He may not have over three hundred years’ experience like her, but he’d still learned the things that made his mate moan and writhe deliciously for him. He would gladly make use of all of them for her pleasure.

“Actually, Jorik, do you think maybe it’s time to give Nara a sibling...?”

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Vulcan Words:

Adun = husband

ashaya = love

k’diwa = beloved

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