Author: J. Juls (jjuls@tbc.net)
Series: TNG
Codes: T/?(f)/?(f) , a-u
Rating: NC-17
Parts: NEW 1/1
Summary: Troi subconsciously spies on a private meeting between two of the ship's female denizens. Set in a slightly-different universe.
Warning: Well, I can't give too much away, but some of you might think this story is sick-sick-sick! And some of you might not!
Disclaimer: O Paramount megaplex, you have assimilated all copyrights to everything in the Star Trek universe! J. Juls claims this story, although it be futile to mess with Paramount. Huzzah!
Archive: ASC*, FFF, anybody who asked me before, or ask.
Feedback: All, all, all, anywhere, especially if I screwed up bad, so I can correct it!
Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest, http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/.
Deanna's Dream Date by J. Juls 1/29/01
Deanna felt her body lying on the bunk, the silky sheet tucked under her chin.
She was also somewhere else--a jungle of heat and steam with a pillow of large, waxy leaves, or was it velvet? It was mostly dark, but she knew she'd see anything important. She stirred in the strange, lucid dream, her hand seeking out her lower regions. Was it her dream-hand or her real hand that sought out her pleasure spot?
But wait, there were other people here in the bed-jungle with her.
Comfy? No, you don't know what to say, do you? So much trouble with the simplest of concepts. But you'll learn, my sweet. Your life stretches for many years ahead of us. I can't see to the end of it.
Lie back. Comfort is important for most beings. Nestle your head into the pillow.
Your tights--dark green, shiny, smooth--I can't wait to peel them off. I'm stripping them off you now, slow and gentle movements. You're still a fawn, love. I'm breathless with the honor you've bestowed on me, letting me see this, do this. I don't take such an honor lightly; it's not something that I've experienced often, even in my long life. I won't let you down. It's not possible for me to disappoint you. The tights slough off your hips, your legs. Your skin's so young, smooth, firm. Reminds me of my second wife. Thala, where are you now?
The sight was familiar to Deanna. Was she awake or not? She thought she might be in the holodeck.
You're trembling. Don't be frightened, dear. Don't be frightened. I'm rubbing your thighs. There's no way you could be hurt here. No men here with their aggression, their one-track insistence, their hard bodies and hard ways, their unending desire to shove and shove and shove hard flesh inside you. Just soft woman-flesh. Just my wet, safe tongue. Here. And here. You sigh; you're relaxing now, aren't you? Your body is strong, but your spirit is vulnerable. You're safe here with me.
I work my tongue closer to where I want it, where you want it. Already I smell you--so lovely. A fragrance like nothing I've ever sensed before, yet appealing. So clean. I'll bet you taste like that. I caress you with my lips. No hair on you, but not as a result of youth. That's just the way you're made. My tongue laps out to taste inside the slit--oh, my young one, you've never felt anything like this, not even close, have you? You've never even tried anything on yourself, have you, all those long days when you were left alone? Relishing the fresh, young taste, I roll my tongue around the tiny nub; you cry out in amazement. How especially pleasant it is, the first time! I still remember mine, through all these ages.
Deanna spread her legs to let more of her fingers in, managing somehow through the fog to touch. But not too fast; she didn't want to wake herself. Hadn't dreamt like this in so long.
More of your juices flow as I insinuate my tongue into you, slowly, not going too deep. You moan in pleasure--no apprehension left. You trust me implicitly. I'm reverent to be the recipient of that trust. You asked your father a question that he didn't know how to answer--you're beyond him in some ways. You're so full of questions, about everything--sometimes parents can't do it all. He can teach you much, but he asked me to help in this respect. I could never hurt you; he knows that. You mean more to him than his own life. How tightly he cradles you in his heart--I can see it. I'll cradle you here, for him.
Your breath comes faster now as I relish every drop of juice that flows from you. You sob with frustration; relax, darling. Let it out. I'll help you. You scream; your screams rise in pitch. I bring you along, bring you along, your screams peak as you come. I'm awash in you. It's okay, my child. I lick you rhythmically as you buck under me. My filly.
Deanna moaned in misery. She was paralyzed--couldn't move her hand, and, by Riix, she *needed* to move her hand right now. She concentrated on opening her eyes so she could wake up, move, finish herself off.
I slide up beside you and pull your thick hair off your forehead, wipe the sweat away, stroke your shiny hair again, hold you securely in a mama's embrace. You look dazed. A question? Yes, that's how normal humans function. You did fine.
You don't sleep, do you? No, just like your father. Maybe he'll work a way around that someday. It's a pleasure enjoyed by many lifeforms--yes, including El-Aurians. Would you like to stay here? Certainly. If you go back home now, he'll only have you downloading more information. How boring!
Yes, we can do this another time if you wish. Also, if you wish, we can try it the other way around next time. Yes, you would like that, wouldn't you? Always questing after more knowledge, eager student of life.
Just a moment, sweetie.
Deanna? Can you sense me? I know you can. That's all right--you didn't mean any harm; I suppose it was my own telepathic power that caused it. Still, you understand that I can't allow Lal's privacy to be violated, don't you? You won't remember any of this.
A ghostly hand reached into Deanna's mind, wiping the faces from the other people there, threatening to obliterate Deanna's own mind, too...
She was thrashing, moaning, coming like a neutron star. She fell off her bunk. Ouch! Ouch! Wow. What was that dream...? Frustratingly, it eluded her. Ohhhhh, but she hadn't come like that in a long time. She thought she could use some more...where was Will hiding out these days?
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