Title: TASHA 2: SHORE LEAVE

Author: Patricia F. Cartier, 1995 & 2001 ( patricia_cartier@hotpop.com )

Code: Tasha Yar/f

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: At least one character herein is copyrighted by Paramount. The rest is copyright me.

Note: Submitted to Round II of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest - http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest

TASHA 2: SHORE LEAVE

by Patricia F. Cartier

Shore Leave. Finally.

It had been months since Tasha had leave, sometime back on Earth in the middle of the Special Ops training sessions. And at that point she'd been so exhausted that she'd done nothing more than to rent a bungalow on a beach somewhere and sleep. No sight seeing, no hiking, no climbing, and no sex. This time she had time and energy and was determined to avoid at least some of those "no's".

The Enterprise was in orbit around the planet Mesina Quattro for a week. The command staff was involved in a diplomatic mission: something about two warring planets a couple of star systems from here. They needed a neutral site and Mesina was it. The Enterprise brought one group and the Potemkin another and both command staffs were helping with the mediation. Everyone not involved got to rotate down for leave, even the lowly Special Ops lieutenant.

Mesina Quattro was a colony planet. Settled about 150 years ago, its main feature was its civility. About 35 different species shared the planet, none dominating, all getting along without
apparent major strife. Mesina was a comfortable planet with a large temperate zone. It had become primarily a farming colony, exporting food both raw and processed to many planets in the galactic area. The ship's computer noted that it was a young planet geologically. There were many active volcanos on the surface and most energy was generated using geothermal plants.

Tasha beamed down to a city, named Basilton, which was located near the base of a mountain range in the major continent of the southern hemisphere. When she'd looked it up in the planetary computer system, Basilton was listed as a vacation spot for the natives of the planet, but was usually passed over by shipboard visitors. "Sounds perfect," thought Tasha, who wanted to avoid masses of her shipmates right now. There was also an active volcano 300 kilometers north of the city and the possibility of hiking on its slopes attracted her as much as anything.

She spent the first day on the surface arranging accommodations for a few nights and buying some clothes to wear. She didn't want to stand out in her red Star Fleet overalls while trying
to just be a tourist. She spent a pleasant day in the outdoor market selecting a couple of different sets of clothes. It wasn't hard to find something and that seemed to blend in well, and her credit could stand it.

The day went by quickly and Tasha retired early, relishing the thought of a night safe from the interruptions of Tal-shirac. "Tomorrow night I'll try out a club or two," she thought. "Plenty of time for that. Maybe I'll even get lucky, eh?" She slept late the next morning, burrowing back under the heavy covers when she woke up with the sun, forcing herself back to sleep when on shipboard she'd be up and exercising.

When she finally got up, late in the morning, she'd figured out her itinerary for the day. "First, the hot springs;" she mused to herself. "Then after a late lunch, a long run," later she planned to make arrangements for a flitter to visit the volcano; finally, she'd get dressed up and wander the night clubs. And no rushing anywhere, she was on leave!

She had read about the hot springs last night while eating supper. On the northern outskirts of Basilton was a city of caves. When the first settlers arrived in the area, they'd discovered that the caves contained pools of water, streams, natural steam rooms and even a waterfall or two, all heated by the ever present geothermal activity. Unlike the hot springs in other places, where the water was heavy with sulfur, the Basilton hot springs were odorless. The mineral content was advertised to be healthy and relaxing, however.

Tasha rode a bus to the springs along with other tourists. But once she got there she discovered that this was not just a tourist trap. Apparently most residents of the city visited the springs on some kind of regular basis. She paid for her visit with her credit chit and was directed down into the caves reserved for women.

Since they first were used, the springs had been segregated by gender. The air inside was warm, if not hot, and that made clothes uncomfortable, not to mention making bathing more difficult. So the rule inside the caves was nudity. And since this agrarian community had many taboos about mixed sex nudity, men went into one series of caves and women into another.

Around a quick bend in the cave entrance, and past a Rigelean woman attendant cum security guard who handed her a towel, Tasha began to feel the heat and humidity. She didn't wonder why people preferred to take off their clothes here, thinking how damp her clothes would get if she wore them inside. Passing by a number of other women dressing, undressing, or showering, she located a unused locker among the hundreds in the room. She gave it her thumb print to personalize it and quickly stripped off her new clothes and folded them inside. The towel went over her shoulder and she followed the sign toward the caves.

The pathway led through a winding tunnel a couple of hundred meters long. The floor was smooth under her bare feet, the lighting unobtrusive but plentiful. As she walked the slow descent, she grew quickly accustomed to the temperature and the air. She wondered how the caves were ventilated, and she respected who ever it was who ran the place.

All of her thoughts of the caves' management vanished, however, when the tunnel opened up in front of her to the first grotto. The cave was roundish and large, maybe a hundred and fifty meters in diameter, the walls were colored naturally with a large chaotic mural, primarily of red tones, but she could see purples and golds scattered in the sediments. Taking up most of the cavern was a lake, steam rising off of it, bubbles slowly rising to its surface. And in the pool and around its edges were dozens of women of all ages, races, species, and physical condition. And all bare-assed naked.

Over to the left, an elderly Trill sat on a chaise lounge talking to a Vulcan. An overweight human female scolded her young teenage charges who were splashing from the edge of the water. A matronly Minaran swam alone in the lake. Around a table to the right, four middle aged women, two Bajorans, a human and a Barolian sat playing cards. Tasha quickly drank in the diversity of the female body in front of her. Then, deciding she didn't want to stare, moved quickly around the lake and found a spot where she could take it all in less obtrusively.

Sliding in to the waist deep hot water heightened the growing sense of arousal she was feeling. She sat against the smooth rocks forming edge of the lake and surveyed some more. There were four other entrances to the cave and women were constantly passing through in one direction or another. Tasha remembered a map being available, but she'd passed it up. Water flowed slowly through the lake at one cave entrance and exited under the wall near another. She saw a beautifully sleek Menthar dive under that wall, apparently to resurface in another cave.

The cavern was beautiful, but Tasha was more interested in the women. She'd never seen some many women of so many forms un-self-consciously naked. It was liberating in a way that she didn't even know she needed liberating from. From the youngest girl tottering along next to her mother to the wrinkled older members of the community, everyone seemed utterly comfortable.

Of course, this only drove Tasha crazier. She scanned the area, and focused in on one attractive woman for a moment, trying not to be obvious. Then she looked away, quickly finding another subject to look at.

To the right two humans and a Zetan, all about sixteen, exercised in unison to the beat of a synthesizer. Their bodies shiny with their sweat, taunt muscles and rhythmic movements threatened to trap Tasha's eyes. Their limbs were long and breasts high and firm on their chests. The Zetan's body markings only enhanced her allure.

Tasha watched a Betazoid step onto a diving board across the lake from her. Her long hair was piled on top of her head, her gaze focused on nothing, totally concentrating. Tasha worried for a moment that the woman might pick up her desirous thoughts, but she realized that the room must be flooded with thoughts. The Betazoid turned around at the end of the board, balancing on her toes half over the water. The tension in her ass served to heighten her lovely form. She raised her arms and executed a perfect back flip in to the warm water.

Close by, just to Tasha's left, a middle-aged woman of unknown species sat at a table, alternatively starting in to space and typing furiously into her portable computer. Her face had a very nerdy or academic look that Tasha found strangely attractive. Her body was by no means perfect, she obviously didn't get enough exercise. But her breasts were large, one could snuggle into those soft pillows, and her hips looked comfortable to lay against. When the writer broke in to a sly smile after one short meditation, Tasha thought herself in love. "No. I'm in lust," she silently corrected herself.

Tasha's eyes were caught by a Chacaran woman, hairless and tattooed from neck to knee, walk from Tasha's right, behind her, and out one of the tunnels to her left. She wondered what it would be like to trace the winding lines of those tattoos along the woman's body.

She watched a Vulcan woman (she could have been 20 or 200 for all Tasha could tell) walk from the caves entrance to the rim of the deep area of the lake. The Vulcan had a towel around her waist until she got to the water's edge. She walked with that grace and presence that Vulcan's always have and Tasha always envied. The Vulcan took the towel from her waist, revealing a pussy that Tasha wanted even from this distance, and folded the towel and placed it on the ground. Then without a glance left or right, she dived into the pool and began to swim laps.

"I can see that this place affects you as it affects me," the voice was deep and from the ledge behind Tasha.

"I beg your pardon," Tasha broke from her reverie, not sure what had been said. She turned from where she sat to look up at a Klingon woman.

It was an interesting sight from where she sat. The Klingon was obviously not a warrior: her body tone, though not flabby was too soft and lush for a warrior. Her skin was as dark as all Klingons, but her forehead bulge not as pronounced. The contours of her face, were sharp, but not unattractive. On the contrary, the woman's face was distinct and alluring. "Is she full Klingon?" Tasha thought. Scanning the rest of the woman's body she noted medium sized, soft
breasts, a flat stomach, and wide hips for a Klingon. Her pubis was very hairy, the bush extending out from her crotch in a dark curly peak almost to her navel and wide on her hips, slowly spreading and thinning on to her legs, which remained fairly hairy.

The Klingon appraised Tasha as Tasha appraised her, then broke into a pointy toothed smile. "My name is T'zantha. May I join you?"

"Um, yes, sure," Tasha replied. "My name is Tasha, Tasha Yar."

"You're new here, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm on shore leave from a ship in orbit. And you? Are you from around here?" Then she laughed, "Oh goddess, that sounds like a pick up line, doesn't it?"

T'zantha laughed as well. "No more than mine did. Yes, I live in Basilton. I'm an artist of various kinds. I scrape by selling the tourists pottery, and wood sculpture and jewelry."

"Pardon me," Tasha said with a curious expression, "but isn't that a bit of a strange occupation for a Klingon?"

T'zantha laughed again, it was a strange laugh, but infectious. Tasha found herself smiling and liking this woman. "Yes, it is. My mother the Klingon Warbird captain does not understand it. But it's something that my father, who's Betazoid and a university professor encourages. He raised me, you see, and says that it lets me get in touch with my ancestries." She chuckled again. "That's been a long running argument between them. And you, what do you do?"

"Oh, not much," Tasha prevaricated. "I'm just a tech on a Federation ship. Taking readings and writing reports." She scrunched up her face, "What was that you said to me at first?"

The Klingon-Betazoid woman smiled slyly. "I said that I can see that this place affects you like it affects me. I saw you when you came in. Also, forgive me, but I can pick up some emotions and
when you walked by me you were giving off some strong ones."

Tasha blushed, "Oh shit, am I that obvious?"

"Only to someone who feels the same way. And very few of those would be as sensitive as a half-empath. I wouldn't worry about it."

"Good," Tasha sighed. "Wait a minute, you said the same way...?"

"Yes," whispered T'zantha. "I'm always turned on by this place too." When Tasha blushed, T'zantha continued with a smile, "I'm sorry. My father says that I get my forwardness from my mothers side." She stood up, "I'll leave you alone if I've embarrassed you..."

"No, please don't," Tasha cut in quickly, putting a hand on the dark-skinned woman's arm. "I'd like you to stay. It's nice to have someone to talk to that thinks alike." Tasha was beginning to be attracted to T'zantha, and she was pretty sure the feeling was reciprocated.

T'zantha smiled then sat back down next to Tasha, closer this time, taking a chance. The talked for twenty minutes, soaking in the hot water, discussing T'zantha's work, Tasha's home world, T'zantha's family, Tasha's brief experiences in Basilton and along the way determining that both were unattached and interested.

At some point T'zantha reached over and patted Tasha's thigh under the water. "Come on," she said, "I should show you more of the caves, this one is the largest, but it's far from the most interesting. There are even a couple where we might find not see people."

Tasha was pretty sure she could figure out the meaning of that statement without needing to read emotions. So she smiled and stood up, pulling T'zantha up with her. "Please, then, lead on."

The climbed out of the water and grabbed their towels to lightly dry off. Then T'zantha led them out the tunnel farthest away from the original entrance. A short walk and it opened up again to another room, where a matronly woman sat nude behind a desk, a terminal in front of her. Tunnels led again out of this room, and one was labeled as a toilet.

"Excuse me," Tasha said, nodding to the tunnel, "I need to use the facilities."

"No problem, I need to do something here anyway," T'zantha replied and turned toward the desk.

In a moment, Tasha emerged and T'zantha handed her a small plastic card about 10cms to a side, "It's a map of the hot springs, well the woman's half, anyway. I figured you could use it to follow where we're going." She pointed on to the map, "We're right here." Then gestured to the right, "And we're going this way first."

She put her hand on Tasha's back momentarily to indicate that Tasha should go first. The touch on her bare skin burned in her mind. A hint of electricity that Tasha hadn't felt in ages. She wondered what would happen if she took T'zantha's hand, or put her arm around her? "The place seems so asexual," Tasha thought. Then, "Damn it, I don't even know if this planet accepts homosex."

Her growing sexual feelings were a background noise as T'zantha gave her the tour. The caves were quite beautiful, Tasha was impressed. They walked through "rooms" with small pools, quickly flowing streams, and some with simple steam. And in most caves there was someone taking advantage of the special features of the cave.

In one cavern a stream flowed past a rounded side pool, filling the small section of water with whirling eddies. In the water, two women floated; hanging on to the rocks on the pools edge they seemed relaxed in the heated flow. One woman, a Varollian floated face down, breathing through her pseudo-gills. The other, a Bajoran, floated on her back. Tasha's eyes lingered for a moment on her body, hairless below her neck, before T'zantha led her out.

In another grotto, a depression in the rocks formed a water fall lower than the rest of the cave. It seemed to form a perfect natural shower. Five women stood under the flow, washing their bodies
and their hair. "It's supposed to be a beauty treatment," T'zantha chuckled.

T'zantha led her out of that cave then took Tasha's hand. "C'mon, we're almost there."

"Almost where?" Tasha wasn't going to let go of her hand anyway.

Around a corner, then another, then into a small side cavern with a small pool and cushions. "Here." T'zantha pushed a button hidden next to the cavern's entrance and a privacy curtain shimmered into existence across the opening. "I reserved us a private space. I hope you don't mind." She stepped up close to Tasha, putting her hands on her hips and gave her a small, tentative kiss.

"No," Tasha breathed. "No, not at all." It was her turn to kiss back. She moved against T'zantha and kissed her back fully. As their breasts pushed together, she could feel the other woman trembling slightly. She knew she was trembling too.

The heat grew between them as they kissed, exploring each other's mouth with their tongue, just holding on with hands for now. Tasha was fascinated with the half-Klingon's sharp teeth. And the woman's tongue was raspy and long, almost like a cat's tongue. Like a large panther, Tasha thought, as she began to run her hands along T'zantha's sides. Like a beautiful dark panther who finally has her prey in her grasp. But this prey didn't mind much being caught.

T'zantha broke the kiss and leaned back a bit with a smile. "Tasha, do you know that you are beautiful?" she sighed. She reached up with her hands to caress the blonde woman's breasts.

Dark skinned hands contacting her own white skinned breasts excited Tasha and lit fire in her. She burned with a desire that had been banked for months as T'zantha caressed her.

"Oh, damn that feels nice," Tasha said, before starting to nibble on the other woman's neck. T'zantha reached with her thumbs and flicked both of Tasha's now turgid nipples, which caused her knees to bend in pleasure. Only her hands on T'zantha's hips kept her from falling. "Oh, yes, I need this," she whispered. Then, giving in to her momentum, she fell backwards onto a cushion, pulling T'zantha on top of her.

They fell, all giggles and tangled limbs on to the soft cushions. In the tangle that resulted Tasha found herself looking right at T'zantha's breasts. They were round and soft looking, her nipples hardening, rising out of large chocolate colored aureole. Tasha reached out with her tongue and rolled it around a nipple. "Mmmmm," was the response she got. T'zantha's hands were roaming Tasha's body, caressing, teasing, pleasuring.

Tasha took the nipple into her mouth, sucking on it slowly, enjoying the textured pleasure, the soft-firmness, the taste of the sweat on the other woman's skin. She shifted a little so that she could caress one breast while sucking on the other. T'zantha's tits were so soft, pillowy almost if they were bigger. And T'zantha reacted nicely to her touch. A quick nibble here, a lick there, a longer sucking action. The other woman's moan's were music to Tasha.

T'zantha maneuvered around a little, so she could reach down between Tasha's legs. As the her hands began their first soft explorations Tasha wished the woman had spent more time caressing Tasha's breasts. "But for her to do that, I'd have to stop what I'm doing," Tasha thought. "And this is too much fun."

Tasha moaned with pleasure, holding a nipple between her teeth as T'zantha's fingers found her opening. "My Star Fleet tech is quite wet," T'zantha laughed. This brought a quick bite from Tasha, and another laugh from T'zantha.

"I bet I'm not the only one," Tasha whispered, trailing a hand down the half-Betazoid's body, carrying on her own search for sensitive areas. Reaching the woman's hairy pussy, and sensing her desire, Tasha didn't waste time on preliminaries. She pushed her fingers easily into the slippery cleft.

"Oh, yes, oh please," T'zantha whispered. Tasha looked up and they kissed, spending moments just rubbing each other's cunts, exploring their contours, and pleasuring each other. Tasha's fingers moved slowly in T'zantha's pussy. Tracing out the silky smoothness, testing for pleasure points, moving in result of half made gestures. T'zantha's hands worked magic on her pussy at the same time. Every other moment one of the women would break their kiss to breathe in sharply or moan with pleasure.

Then T'zantha took complete control, transforming her earlier subtle aggression into firmer action. She rolled on top of Tasha, dividing Tasha's legs, putting her own between them. Still kissing Tasha, T'zantha positioned herself so that her cunt was in contact with Tasha's, both pairs of lips open and dripping with slippery fluid. Then, slowly at first, she began to move her hips.

Tasha's senses were filled. She drank in the scent of the woman, strong and spicy, combined with the musky aroma lifting from their rubbing genitals. She enjoyed the sight of this magnificent dark woman on top of her, moving rhythmically, eyes closed in pleasure. She tasted T'zantha's tongue, her mouth, her skin. She heard the grunts of pleasure from both of them as they rubbed their clits together. And she felt her pleasure building from between her legs, waiting to erupt.

T'zantha picked up speed, finding the right rhythm. Tasha moved beneath her, swaying her hips, her hands clutching T'zantha's ass, pulling the woman closer, tighter. T'zantha began to nip at Tasha's neck. Love bites; painful pleasure from the half-Klingon's sharp teeth. And Tasha began to come.

"Oh damn!" she cried out as the dam burst between her legs. Her pussy pulsed with pleasure. T'zantha continued rubbing, then she too came. She also cried out, but it was something unintelligible, in Klingon perhaps. Then she stopped moving and just concentrated on kissing Tasha.

When finally T'zantha stopped kissing, Tasha whispered, "Thank you, T'zantha. It's been a long time. And I _really_ needed that."

"Well, it hasn't been so long for me, but I needed it too."

"I hope we're not finished," the blonde woman asked with a smile.

"I'm not. Are you?"

Tasha answered by rolling T'zantha over on her back and slowly sliding down her body, skimming kisses along the way. She stopped between her lover's legs, now spread wide for her. Up close Tasha was even more intrigued by this woman than before. Her pubic hair spread out from her pussy in a soft fur covering most of her hip area. Beneath its dark curls was a slightly lighter, chocolate colored skin. But clamoring for Tasha's attention, the bright pink of T'zantha's pussy lips stood out brightly.

The area between T'zantha's thighs was slick with sweet sweat and musky juices. Tasha explored with her tongue, teasing, testing which places made T'zantha moan, and which places made her shiver. She moved toward the other woman's opening, as if she would stay there and bring her off, then moved away. She did this again and again, prolonging the pleasure for each of them.

T'zantha squirmed on the cushions, clearly enjoying Tasha's ministrations. Her moans were throaty, guttural. When Tasha glanced up between licks, she noticed her lover had propped a pillow under her head so that she could watch Tasha. She smiled down at Tasha with an almost animal expression on her face. One hand rested on her breast, thumb slowly flicking her own nipple. The other alternated between caressing Tasha's ear and moving chaotically to the side.

Tasha spread T'zantha's pussy lips with one of her hands, opening the deep pink flesh to her tongue. Quickly she darted in, tasting fully the other woman's secrets, trying to gather all the juices that she could, thirsty for that undefinable flavor. The taste, the scent, the feel of the half-breed's cunt was different from her previous lovers'. She wondered, briefly what other Betazoids were like, other Klingons. Then she abandoned those thoughts and concentrated on T'zantha.

Still holding T'zantha's pussy lips apart at their apex with one hand, Tasha slipped two fingers into her lower down. Her tongue worked quickly, thrusting in, hard and fast, then back out. She began to move her hand in counterpoint to her tongue, in as the tongue came out, out as she pushed her tongue in. She was rewarded with a loud growl of pleasure from her lover as T'zantha's pussy spasmed in orgasm. It tightened briefly around her fingers in a warm, slippery, tight embrace.

But Tasha could tell that it was only a little come. There was more to this magnificent woman. She abandoned thrusting with her tongue and began to concentrate on T'zantha's clit. A brief glance up revealed her lover's eyes were now closed, lost in pleasure. She licked around T'zantha's clit, lovingly stimulating it, around and around with pressure at it's base. At the same time she reached another finger into T'zantha's pussy, pushing harder now, thrusting deeper.

Through her cheeks, Tasha felt tension growing in T'zantha's thighs. She knew the half-breed was approaching a big climax. She picked up speed with her hand, moving it in and out like an old-fashioned piston. With her tongue she licked up her lover's clitoris slowly, once, twice. Then she squeezed it between her lips. Another lick, another squeeze, and another lick.

T'zantha cried out in pleasure, her legs spasmed out and her cunt seemed to just pull Tasha's fingers tight inside. The muscles in her pussy squeezed so tightly that they hurt Tasha's fingers, but the pain was pleasurable. For a second they just held tight, then released and gripped again, and again.

Tasha continued to lick the other woman's clit slowly, enjoying the aftershocks clenching her fingers. T'zantha tried to regain her breath after coming so hard and pleasurably. When she did, she reached down with one hand to raise Tasha's head to look at her. Tasha pulled her fingers, slippery with T'zantha's secretions, out of her lover's pussy and, looking into T'zantha's eyes, slowly sucked the sweat, salty, juices off them.

"Hey, Ms. Federation Tech," T'zantha smiled down at her lover. "No fair keeping pleasures like that to yourself."

"Oh yeah, what are you going to about it?" Tasha teased back.

"This," the half-Klingon said. And without further warning, she locked her thighs around Tasha's face and rolled her to the side. Tasha was taken by surprise, and by the woman's strength. She rolled to the side, knowing that this way play, but not wanting to give up anything to T'zantha.

They wrestled back and forth for a couple of minutes, T'zantha's strength and quickness combatted by Tasha's training. Both women giggled as they tussled, knowing this was merely foreplay to the next pleasure. Smooth skin against smooth skin, taut muscles and slippery bodies played out an ancient game. For T'zantha, this was how it was supposed to be. You didn't just seduce your lover, you needed to conquer her.

Finally, T'zantha lost, ending up on her back with Tasha sitting on her chest, pinning her. Tasha held her for an unspoken three count, muscles taunt with the strain.

"You win, Tasha," T'zantha conceded with a smile. "Are you sure you're just a tech?" Tasha just smiled slyly, catching her breath. T'zantha continued, "Now, then, how will you claim your prize?"

"Oh," Tasha laughed, "I don't know. How about like this?"

T'zantha's eyes opened wide with delight at the blonde lieutenant moved forward and straddled her head, then lowered her golden haired muff to T'zantha's waiting lips.

T'zantha went right to work. Her tongue was long and sinewy, an adaptation for something long in the Klingon race's past. But neither woman was thinking about evolution. T'zantha pushed her tongue into the light-skinned woman's open pussy, drinking in the scent and taste of her.

Tasha moaned as her lover went to work. She felt T'zantha's tongue deep inside of her, tickling her insides, reaching easily for that spot she often strained for herself with her fingers. T'zantha's lips meanwhile kissed her labia, making love to the outside of her sex while her tongue made love to the inside.

"Oh, god," she moaned, as T'zantha began pumping her tongue in and out of her, thinning and thickening it, vibrating it like no other lover had ever done. Tasha couldn't keep her own hands still. One moment they rested on her thighs, then they skimmed by the top of her pussy only to find themselves on her breasts. She'd reach behind to caress T'zantha's breasts then maybe lean back and feel her lover's pussy, still burning with heat.

As T'zantha's increased her tempo, Tasha's senses seemed to close in on themselves. Soon she existed as only a vagina and clitoris, boiling with passion, reveling in the movements of her lover's tongue. She was close now, so close to a really big orgasm, she could feel it. She was that orgasm, waiting to explode.

Without even realizing it, Tasha began to move her hips, sliding her cunt on top of T'zantha's dark face. T'zantha kept up with it expertly, adjusting her movements in time with Tasha's gyrations. She reached up and placed her hands on Tasha's taunt ass, squeezing the two globes of hard muscles separately, then exploring deeper with one finger.

Tasha gasped loudly as she felt T'zantha's finger enter her rear. It was all that was needed to push her over the edge. She collapsed forward as she came, a wild, explosive come. Her pussy spasmed, pulsing pleasure to all of her body. T'zantha moved to compensate for Tasha's shift and continued tonguing her. Tasha didn't stop coming, another wave, then another of pure ecstasy washed over her. Finally, she rolled sideways off T'zantha, her muscles completely slack. T'zantha stopped her loving actions.

"Do all," Tasha asked between gasps of breath, "Do all Klingons eat pussy so well? Or all Betazoids? Or is it just you?"

T'zantha laughed throatily, "Wouldn't you like to know, lover?"

"Actually," Tasha managed a laugh back, "I don't think I could stand finding out. At least not right now. I don't think I want to move for a week."

T'zantha pushed herself up on her elbows, looking at her beautiful companion. "Could you manage to crawl over to pool? The bubbles are supposed to be very invigorating."

"I think I can manage to do that." Then she looked at T'zantha's sleek body, so inviting, "How long do you have this cave reserved for? I may just be able to move in a little while after all."

T'zantha smiled and moved to kiss Tasha, "As long as you want, love. As long as you want."



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