Title: "Byzantine"
Author: R.Schultz ( cousindream@aol.com )
Fandom: Star Trek
Series: Alternate Universe VOYAGER
Code: F/M, F/F, F/F/F
Pairing: 7/others
Rating: NC-17
Kinky stuff: Missionary-hetero sex, fellatio, anilingus, anal penetration, public sex, anal beads, cunnilingus, multiple partners, double penetration, dildos (the CousinDream(Trademark brand) wriggling twisters from Risa are given four and a half crossed forks by the FFF Michelin Guide), leather corsets, domination (bottom/top), paddling, mild bondage, mild fetishism, nipple clips, female ejaculation, mutual masturbation, lesbianism, a little true tender love and a partridge in a pear tree. The partridge in the pear tree is especially highly recommended. Delicious with orange glaze and bay leaves.
Disclaimer: Uncaring rich middle-aged white guys at Paramount and ViaBorgCom own all stuff Trek. I'm just borrowing the characters so I can let them have unbridled sex. Story mine under Berne International Copyright Laws. This section is 6700 words long, and the story possibly over 24,000 words when all is finished, hopefully January 2003.
Summary: Seven received a poem today. Stuck to her catsuit by an unknown person while she regenerated. She is investigating.
Warning: This fiction includes graphic descriptions of sexual acts, both lesbian, hetero and kinky. If this interrupts your site-to-site transport, do not read. All those residing in a thought-free or censored community or country are not allowed to read any of this. Go away. Your masters have declared smut is bad for you. Your masters are always right. Ask them.
Written in order to get something out of my system and for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -- http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/ . Will be archived at the ASCEML.
Comments as always to cousindream@aol.com
Notice! This is a lengthy PWP.
by R.Schultz
{{ PART ONE OF SIX }}
They that have the power to hurt, and will do none
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity,
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
-Shakespeare-
COMPOSITION; - - - - - - - - - - - -
Who?
I am not upset. I am curious.
Lt. Kim was a likely candidate for my poem's gifter.
As Lt. Paris was estranged from Lt. Torres, and had been in that condition for sixty-four sidereal ship's days, he too was a candidate. No one else had seen him when he had sequestered me with the intention of seeking copulatory adventures. His computer skills were adequate for the task of erasing a nocturnal visit from computer records. Marginally adequate. However, he must be included in the list of those with both motive and capability of leaving that poem.
His computer skills were less than others. Whoever had deleted that short period of time from computer records had been a skilled programmer. He was also brash enough to openly give me such a poem. Notwithstanding the fact that poetry was 'not his style'. I deleted his name from the short list of those capable of altering computer records. No motive.
Whoever did it, however, might have engaged the services of a more adept programmer.
That would elevate the note from a being a questionable remark and action to that of a conspiracy.
This was fruitless. Logic dictated that revelation was more probable if it was determined who the programmer was.
There were six beings on board VOYAGER capable of programming the computer in this manner and with this success.
Tuvok. Improbable.
B'Elanna Torres. Motive unsure, however.
Captain Janeway. Again, motive unsure. Though she was always prompting me to explore my human natures.
Lt. Kim had the skills, and the desire to copulate with me. Notes left on my catsuit front were perfectly in alignment with his behavioral patterns. He is a romanticist. He would use poetry as a means of data sharing.
Commander Chakotay was computer proficient enough for the act, for all his disclaimers. However, he lacked motive. He had never requested copulation with me, however veiled the advance, nor been rejected. He was an altruist. Perhaps he sought to help me improve my societal skills.
A sixth person, Lt. Nicoletti of Engineering, had the skills, but I doubted her motivations in performing such an act. However, she had on occasion emitted the pheromones of sexual arousal. She would be willing to copulate with me. I must include her in my list of possible poetry presenters.
I had frequently detected the pheromones of sexual arousal emanating from Lt. Kim, and from Lt. Torres. The Captain had also been excited by my presence. Especially when touching me. I must rate the possibility of their acting on their desires to 'break the ice' of a higher probability than Lt. Nicoletti's.
Tuvok must be included because the poem was an intellectual approach to my affections. I deduce.
Tuvok is approaching his time of intense sexual arousal. This according to his medical files. Those files might be inaccurate. However, they may be used as a reliable benchmark of probabilities. Additionally, as we are both logical beings, copulation with him might be not only a necessity for him, it might also be therapeutic for myself. I have yet to copulate.
This is possibly a subtext of the poetic selection.
There are more possibilities than I .... like. I dislike being unsure. Or imprecise.
Most of the male inhabitants of VOYAGER had emitted chemicals indicating sexual desire when in my company. Neelix had become tumescent numerous times when he had deliberately rubbed himself against my gluteus maximus. Additionally, Lt. Nicoletti, the Captain and Lt. Torres were not the only females who desired to copulate with me.
Logic did not immediately tell me who my stealthy poetry lover was. I shall think again on this at some point in the future when additional information may have been offered me.
Whether the unknown person wanted to copulate with me or not, my interest was piqued. I enjoy a challenge. If he or she wanted to engage in sexual congress, I might allow it. The EMH tells me I must learn to adopt human ways if I am to be assimilated by the human collective.
Copulation is universally lauded as pleasurable. Pleasure is not irrelevant. Indicators state I would enjoy sexual congress now. Previously I had not yet been sufficiently assimilated into the human collective. Now I become moist in my groin and emanate large quantities of sexual tells when in the company of a few selected crewmembers. Now I am ready.
It is time.
HARMONICS; - - - - - - - - - - - -
Computer had told me of Lt. Harry Kim's movements. I had installed voice over-rides for eleven empty crew's cabins on the third, fourth and fifth levels. Additionally, I had pre-selected thirteen cabins inhabited by Alpha shift crew unlikely to return during shift hours. Computer was keeping trace of their movements just in case.
Harry had just left bridge, and was heading for his cabin before going to the mess hall. Lt. Paris was liable to enter that cabin at any time, so it was not a primary place of assignation. An empty cabin was much more satisfactory.
I stood at a junction, and at the appropriate time began striding to meet Mr. Kim. We met alongside one of the empty cabins. It was simple to engage his attention.
"Mr. Kim," I began, "some years before this when I was new to VOYAGER, you indicated in many ways that you wished to 'get to know me better'.
"I stated you wished to copulate with me, is that not true?"
"That was a long time ago, Seven, and I hope you are not still holding it against me for that. I've never been all that graceful with women, and I wasn't meaning to offend you..."
"No apology is necessary, Mr. Kim," I said. "During the interval of time since, I have grown to respect and appreciate you. So much so, I now have reason to converse with you concerning those tentative gestures of intimacy."
"Oh?", he smiled. "Intimacy? Does that mean you're willing to go out on a date with me now? If you are, the offer still stands. We can do something together, spend time talking, maybe become friends, better friends now...."
He was leaving the next step to me, justifiably unwilling to offend if he could manage not to do so. He still wished to copulate with me. His scent bespoke a state of pre-tumescence and excitement. His scent prompted my own signs of sexual awakening. This was optimal.
I stepped closer. My breasts barely touched his arm. He visibly jerked as he realized what I had done. I could smell his sexual tells. I could smell my own. My nipples hardened.
"At this moment, I believe I can now give you all of the sexual intimacy you so greatly wished.
The back of my hand deliberately rubbed his erect penis. I turned my hand and stroked his 'magic johnson'. Slowly. Sources indicated he might ejaculate prematurely if I was too fast in my stroking, or gripped him too tightly. The thought heightened my arousal. My temperature rose and my belly tightened.
It felt oddly pleasing to hold him in this way. Pleasure is not irrelevant.
"....seven...." he said in a small weak voice.
I subvocalized a command to computer and the cabin door opened behind Mister .... Behind Harry. He stumbled backward, and I eased inside with him. Not letting loose of his 'woody' for a second.
"A 'date' is not necessary," I told Harry. I may now use the first name 'Harry' with him. We are presently about to be intimate. It is proper that our forms of address now change. When we are alone, at least. "We may now proceed immediately to fornication."
A qualifier came to me and was enunciated.
"Unless you prefer a courtship process first.
"We could have two to five 'dates' leading up to increased intimacy. At the terminus of this courtship we will be kissing and fondling each other repeatedly. Then we might proceed to copulation.
"Or we may now segue into copulation. Your choice .... friend."
"Let me take your clothes off you," he said to me.
"That will not be necessary,' I informed him. "According to modern HoloDramas humans customarily exchange oral sex before becoming more intimate. I have no desire to contraindicate present mores. Oral sex is customary. On our next 'date' we may copulate. I look forward to copulation at that point in time.
"Therefore I am going to give you oral sex, and my disrobing is not mandatory. Yours is. At the very least I wish you to lower your trousers and unders.
"After I have had oral sex then I shall remove my clothes and you may orally satisfy me in spirited cunnilingus. If you wish to use your mouth and fingers on my sexual organs. Breast suckling is also indicated. You have always been attracted to my large breasts."
He stood stunned. I stroked him five more times. He then awoke.
"Ah, yes, ah, sure, ah, Seven, if you want...." he managed.
"Sit on the couch," I told him. Once he had done that I quickly relieved him of his boots, trousers and multi-colored striped men's bikini briefs. I caressed his erect penis.
It pleased me to see it stiff and pulsing. He wished to insert this blood-engorged 'dick' inside me. The thought did not displease me. The concept made me smile and emit fluids from my vagina. The sources were accurate. A man's stiff prick pleased me. I was a sexual being when in the human collective.
I circled his 'prick' with my right hand, moving it up and down twice, then began licking it. The taste was terrible, so I neutralized my taste buds.
Taste was immaterial. Doing this gave me pleasure. Limited amounts of pleasure, but pleasure. It gave me great pleasure to sexually please Harry Kim. That was relevant. His pleasure pleased me.
Harry ran his fingers atop my hair, prompting me to look up into his face.
"Please, Seven,' he begged. "You have been the center of my fantasies now for years. I couldn't stand it if....
"Please, Seven, I'm begging you. I need to see you naked. I need to see you in all your perfection. I beg you...."
"Begging is not necessary,' I replied. "You are my friend. You have been my friend for years. A friend will attempt to give you what it is you need the most, what you desire the most. I shall be nude for you immediately."
I twisted on the floor, releasing my heeled boots first. Then a pass of my hands and my blue catsuit billowed open in the quiet air of the vacant cabin. It was the work of a few quick motions, and then I was easing my feet out of my raiment.
I smiled. I am becoming assimilated by the human collective. I can now smile first and analyze why later.
Harry was pleased by the sight of my nudity. Harry was my friend. Harry could have his wish. Harry adored my physical beauty. It was illogical. My mind was more nearly perfect.
Nonetheless it pleased me for him to enjoy my physical beauty.
I am beautiful. All available data concerning present human societal ideals confirmed my physical beauty. Harry loved my body. Harry loved me, as well, as a single being. Quite apart from my slim muscular physique and Nordic facial physiognomy. He knew of my mind and my awkwardness in human relationships, yet he still 'loved' me as one human amongst many. I smiled.
We were together, standing, his body tight against my nudity, his body warmth comforting me. My smile was illogical, but pleasing to both of us. We circled together, his hands covering every square centimeter of my body. Adoring it. Loving it.
Harry was my friend. It pleased me that Harry adored my body.
Harry wanted to copulate with me. I whispered in his ear.
"Is it for this you left that poem on my chest this morning?"
"What poem?" he managed.
Logic had stated Harry must be the gifter of the poem. In this case logic was insufficient.
I must find the person who had urged me to take myself to the next level of my humanity.
Harry, however, was my friend. I had promised him my mouth and my body. Now my body twisted, in order to give it to him. His penis filled my mouth perfectly. That fact pleased me.
Somehow he tasted better now than he had before. Illogical.
He came in two minutes and three seconds. His semen was not quite as unpleasant as his penis. Quite is an imprecise word. It was at this moment irrelevant. Despite the taste I deliberately ingested every gram of his fertile seed. Harry was my friend.
I smiled when I looked up at him.
"Seven," he began.
"Yes," I said. "We may now copulate. If you wish." I was stroking his slick penis. It was still erect. I had reacted without conscious thought. Today was a good day to copulate with Harry Kim. Norms were not iron-clad rules. He still wished to copulate with me. The erectile state of his penis revealed this fact to me. That fact pleased me. Pleasure is not irrelevant.
I did not need to check with my fingers to know that I was 'wet'. My groin was intermittently covered with my exudations. My hand worked my labia, clit, and pubic hair. It was pleasant to be wet. A pair of fingers inside my opening confirmed that I was well lubricated. We were ready to 'fuck'.
Harry crawled up me, seeking a passionate kiss. He hesitated for less than three and a half seconds. He remembered I had just had his semen in my mouth. There is some societal reluctance for a human male to taste his own semen. Illogical. Harry kissed me. I was still stroking him and he was still erect. I smiled again.
We were about to copulate. He still wore his tunic, but I was nude. He shed his remaining clothes with my assistance. I enjoyed his chest rubbing against my breasts. We were on the floor and available sources told me I might experience some future discomfort from possible rug abrasion.
That possibility was irrelevant. Harry's pleasure by 'fucking' me was relevant. I anticipated receiving my own pleasure. That also was relevant.
Harry asked to first orally satisfy me. The concept pleased me. My list of relevant pleasures increased exponentially as I am assimilated into the human collective.
Harry first suckled my breasts. He pleased me with his sucking and gentle biting. My nipples and my glands behind them became hard. As he rubbed them between finger and thumb, the pain and pleasure increased. His licking them after biting them was stimulating.
I allowed him to apply his mouth to my sexual organs.
He said I was delicious. He appeared to be in a highly pleased state as he licked, tongue-poked, nibbled, sucked and gently bit my sexual apparatus. It was extremely pleasurable. When he sucked my clitoris into his mouth and chewed it I began to have my first orgasm.
Now I was no longer a virgin. I had my hymen excised by the collective along with my reproductive organs. However, Harry Kim has 'now made me into a woman' in one aspect. Once we 'fuck', he will have completed my transition from 'cherry' to sexual being. Already I knew this would not be my only 'fuck'.
I inserted fingers into myself in order to determine what I tasted like now. I licked my fingers, tasting myself. I was indeed delicious. It struck me that any time I wished to enjoy the taste of my fluids, I need only masturbate.
Masturbation would also give me orgasms. Humans were perhaps not so irrational in their everlasting quest for sexual pleasure. There was so much to do, so much to experience.
I should have to determine which forms of masturbation gave me the most pleasure.
I orgasmed on Harry's face, his mouth. Available data sources indicated he was far from unskilled.
Available data indicated lesbians might be more skilled in cunnilingus. I must discover whether or not this is true. B'Elanna Torres is my choice of lesbian sexual partner. She is known for being bisexual. Data indicates I am also bisexual. Or lesbian, with the ability to physically enjoy males. Certainly orgasms are in themselves pleasurable. I must determine whether there are levels of sexual pleasure.
Harry licked my vagina and labia many times after I orgasmed. He said I was even more delicious than before.
My fingers sampled me. The change was minor, but discernible. He was accurate. I taste even more delicious when I 'come'.
Harry now lay atop me and proceeded to insert his 'member' inside me. I was well lubricated, allowing entry without noticeable tearing. The sensation was unique, but pleasurable.
Having nearly perfect control over my own body, I loosened my 'fit' until he was freely sliding back and forth within my vagina.
'Missionary position' sex was pleasurable. Perhaps all sex was pleasurable. I must investigate.
I cinched down my internal muscles, and Harry took on a look of intense pain. I immediately loosened myself, but he spasmed, clutching me hard enough to leave momentary welts on my shoulders.
"Please, Seven," he begged. "Do that again...."
I cinched down internally, and when he did not complain, I also tightened the muscles in my vaginal opening ring by eight percent. He groaned, and his movements were erratic, but I realized his pain was actually intense pleasure.
I tightened down my opening by another eight percent, and my long soft internal muscles by another eight percent, then six more.
Harry enjoyed that.
I did also. The internal friction was more pleasurable when I was a 'moderately tight' fit. Pleasure is not irrelevant.
He stroked me in uneven rhythms. Changing angle of entry, or speed, or even interrupting our 'fuck'. Our pelvis' smacked together loudly, and my clit and groin in general was pleasurably stimulated by this, as well as the sliding of his penis inside me. I had not consciously crossed my ankles behind his ass, or remembered clutching his back with my hands. Yet I had done so.
I was well lubricated. I increased my muscle pressure by ten percent more. Then five more in my 'cunt mouth'.
Harry was shivering and shedding tears in his pleasure.
I also was enjoying this 'wild fuck'.
I came on Harry's 'prick'. I was able to stop myself before I actually injured Harry. But I wanted to crush him to me. My ankles were tightly locked behind his ass, keeping him immobile and deep inside me as I came.
I enjoyed coming. Coming is good.
Then Harry came inside me. I could feel the wet warmth inside me. That also pleasured me.
I must fuck more often. This is good.
I cleaned his penis with my mouth after we separated. As sources indicated, this was pleasurable to Mr. Kim. It 'turned him on'.
I kept my hand under my vagina as I squatted beside Harry. Most of his semen and a quantity of my own fluids wet my metal palm. I then licked up the discharge. The combination of flavors made his semen 81 percent more agreeable to my taste buds.
The tastes associated with sex gave me pleasure.
This pleasurable action also heightened Harry's enjoyment of our 'fuck'. Male humans are notoriously visual. This was Apres Sex.
I smiled at Harry. Harry was my first lover. He will not be my last.
Harry Kim was not the one who had left the poem for me. Nonetheless the time with Harry was not time wasted. I could drop his name from the short list of those I presumed possibly guilty of leaving the poem. Yet much important data had been gained. That was good. My words were imprecise. To be imprecise and inefficient still displeased me.
LYRICS; - - - - - - - - - - - - -
B'Elanna Torres was the most skilled computer programmer on the ship. B'Elanna Torres was also the second best engineer on this ship. I was the first. Lt. Nicoletti was the third best.
At one point in time I would not have bothered rating these two ladies in this fashion. I would have noted their inefficiency, and sought to correct it. It does not irritate me as it once did. It still irritates me, but I am more 'forgiving'. I am becoming assimilated.
Due to her computer skills B'Elanna Torres was the most likely to have successfully erased the few minutes of record which would have revealed who had left the poem for me.
Lt. Torres also wished to copulate with me. We disagreed often, but her scents were marked when we were in contact. We had often rubbed against each other in places like the Jeffries tubes. She pretended the occurrences were accidental. She enjoyed body contact. She looked down on me as I stared upwards.
I stood on the first level of Engineering, looking up at her. I carefully watched her as she moved, understanding more clearly that she was a sexual being.
I climbed to second level. Second level would be a perfect place to determine whether I was still attracted sexually to B'Elanna Torres. Now that I had found heterosexuality to be so fraught with pleasure, my responses might be altered.
I observed that her nipples hardened and her temperature rose.
She glared at me, but I kept my face neutral as I neared her. She was pleasing to my eye. She was well within the parameters of human societal norms of 'beauty'. I watched her stride. Her ass was small and 'trim'. Her legs long for her body. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but probably equally sensitive to manipulation and oral irritation. She was young and agile.
Her mind excited me. Her body could also give me great pleasure.
She was a being of multiple responses and possibilities coupled with a mind only fractionally less competent than my own. Her tempers were well known to me, and her passions. Rumors abounded of her sexual prowess and her enthusiasm for copulating. Having experienced the pleasures of heterosexual congress, I had only admiration for her discernment. Sexual pleasure was relevant.
I deliberately edged closer to Lt. Torres, until the moment arrived when I stood next to her, breathing in her excitement. She appeared calm, but her scent awakened a similar scent in myself. I looked down at her face as she turned to me, enjoying her non-hostile regard. She was quite pretty. Exotic. Sexy.
I was attracted to her. I wanted to copulate with her. Technically what I wished to do at this moment was to digitally masturbate her. This would be a preliminary move to our copulation later in some more private locale. If possible, I wished to 'finger fuck' her here, on the second level of her Engineering room. I believe B'Elanna Torres was emotionally attached to her engines. She feels empowered in their presence.
She always has a scent of arousal about her when in Engineering.
I lifted my true hand and rubbed the palm against her arm. I smiled at her, drawing close enough so that my breasts almost touched her. I enjoyed her faster breaths, her muscular tensing.
"Do you find me beautiful, B'Elanna?" I asked. I realized that I also found her beautiful. Exotic was the word which more forcefully came to my forebrain.
"I find you beautiful. B'Elanna." I had just used her familiar name. Inviting her to be more intimate in return.
Her nostrils flared. She had identified my scent. Klingons were more proficient in determining scents than most humans. My nipples were hardening, my belly was becoming warm, and I was consciously allowing my body to favorably react to her physical presence. I was becoming moist in my groin. I watched her twist by 21 degrees to more nearly stand face to face with me.
"Why, thank you, Seven," she smiled. "And what has brought on the sudden rush of compliments? Angling for a few back?"
"Yes," I said. "I want you to enjoy my appearance, my looks. I wish for you to enjoy being near me.
"Constant fighting is inefficient, B'Elanna. You are often inefficient, but you are far closer to optimal performance than ninety-four percent of the crew of this ship. I find myself admiring your desire to be optimal."
"By Kahless," she murmured, "you're actually complimenting me, aren't you? You're trying to lay down an olive branch instead of a gauntlet, aren't you?
"Again, Seven," she said, "you've got me amazed. What in Dante's Inferno has gotten into you?"
"I wish to copulate with you," I replied. "We cannot copulate if we are still fighting. I wish to make love to you. I find you very beautiful, and I find you a creature of astonishing emotions. You intrigue me.
"As a Klingon you must smell my lust. I smell yours. I have smelled yours for years. Your taste on the air is delicious. I hope you have enjoyed my scents of arousal. We both know you have frequently fought me because your body desired mine. It is time for us to end the illogical game which keeps us from pleasuring each other.
"I want to hold you, B'Elanna. I wish to kiss you. I wish to give you pleasure. I wish for you to give me pleasure. It is logical for us to enjoy pleasure together."
She said nothing for forty-four seconds.
My hand raised up and felt.... No. My hand caressed her arm.
I received pleasure from caressing her soft neck. I stepped closer. She could feel a breast, I could feel our breasts touching as I lowered my head to press my lips to her cheek.
As a Borg I had access to the memories of one hundred and twenty-nine million, four hundred thousand and eighty lesbians in eleven thousand and three hundred and one species. I knew the physical aspects of kissing another female. Also, I had kissed Harry Kim ninety-two times.
This was different. This was me doing the kissing. If this were a religious experience instead of a sexual one, I could correctly use the word epiphany.
I received pleasure from kissing B'Elanna Torres. Her clipboard had fallen to the deck of the second level, and her hands were on my head and neck. She was caressing me.
"Am I doing this correctly?" I asked her.
"Don't you ever dare stop or I'll rip your head off," she whispered in reply.
She was pleased.
My hands circled behind her back, pulling her chest into mine. It was pleasant feeling her rigid nipples, even covered as they were by her clothes. Her back curved into my body, her teeth drew blood from my lower lip and she grasped my breasts through my blue catsuit. She was very rough. She made my breasts hurt. It was acceptable.
She broke our kiss with a twist, licking the blood on my lip. Then she bent and bit my nipples through my clothes.
I hissed in pain and pleasure. I palmed the front of my catsuit, opening myself down to my waist. She brought out my breasts and suckled them.
This was acceptable. I could not smile. The sensations were too intense.
"B'Elanna," I began. She interrupted me. Her hand delved down the front of my belly to my groin, her fingers busy between my suit and my sexual area. She was masturbating me.
I had intended to masturbate her, but she 'worked' my 'cunt' first. Her fingers wet themselves on my wetness and then massaged my erect clit with feverish haste.
This was pleasurable. My mouth was open in a wide rictus grin as she rubbed me towards my orgasm. This was intensely pleasurable. Pleasure is .... better than good .... I am being illogical as I elevate to my 'come'.
"B'Elanna," I began again.
"Shut up, bitch. Just come. Come for me, goddamned you, you beautiful arrogant Borg bitch you. Don't come for yourself. I'm in control now, dammit, and you're going to come when I tell you to, and not a second before."
B'Elanna was being butch. That was acceptable. I had surmised she would demand or grasp this dominating position in a lesbian relationship. I must follow her instructions carefully. This brings pleasure to the 'Boss Bitch' in a lesbian couple.
I pulled her head from one sore breast to prompt her to suckle on the other one. My hands were wandering over B'Elanna's body without conscious volition on my part.
My knees began to give, and she eased me down to the surface of the deck. B'Elanna now lay beside me. My catsuit was open to my crotch and B'Elanna had begun to penetrate me with her fingers. She continued to suckle my breasts. They hurt and were extremely hard. She continually nibbled on my nipples as well as sucked on them and licked them.
Pleasure is not irrelevant.
My hips bucked in an involuntary fucking rhythm, and I allowed my body to act according to its own basic needs. B'Elanna speeded up her digital penetrations. My metal hand was hurting B'Elanna, but I could not control it. She did not pause in her sexual attack, beyond issuing groans of her own.
"B'Elanna," I whispered. The correct term for my form of utterance was whimpered. Not spoken. Intense pleasure makes me illogical. It is acceptable.
"That's all right, baby. That's all right. You can come now. Come on my fucking fingers, you fucking blond goddess you. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to fuck you senseless?"
"Three years, five months and seven days," I replied. "Do you need the hours and minutes?"
She asked and I had answered to the best of my abilities.
B'Elanna hooked her fingers inside me, bringing unbearable pressure and pleasure to my G-point. I orgasmed immediately.
She kept her fingers inside me, wriggling them periodically as I came down from my 'come'.
B'Elanna gave me great pleasure. The crotch of my catsuit was damp from my fluids. B'Elanna is an exceptional masturbator of other females.
I kissed her, and began to turn on my side, preparatory to my masturbating her to orgasm. If a dozen crewpeople had been standing around us in a circle, I was nonetheless prepared to masturbate B'Elanna to as complete an orgasm as she had given me.
Instead she easily lifted herself to her feet, lowering a hand to me if I needed assistance rising. I initially disdained the offered hand, then immediately grasped it. She had offered her hand to me in friendship. I must take it, for we were now close.
My hand wandered down to her crotch as I sought to kiss her again.
"No," she stated. "Not now. Later. Can you manage to come to my cabin tonight?" She was being bossy and butch. In control.
"What of your child, Miral?"
"Show up after 2130 hours. She should be in bed by then. We can sit on my couch and .... talk. Don't you think we have a lot to talk about?"
"You are correct. B'Elanna. We have much to talk about. I also wish to copulate with you.
"I wish to discover if your 'come' tastes as delicious as mine."
She looked at me for a half-minute, after she retrieved her clipboard. Her head cocked and she smiled.
"I like subtle women," she said. B'Elanna Torres has just made a humorous remark, a sarcastic one. That is acceptable.
"Thank you for the poem," I told B'Elanna.
"What poem?"
She was not the gifter of the poem. I must seek further.
She patted me on my butt and assisted me in re-doing my bun. Three hundred and eighty hairs had escaped it in the course of my come. Five hundred and sixty-two had come loose during my copulatory experience with Harry Kim.
Neatness is not always necessary.
I made to descend the access ladder to the level below, when a alternative descending process popped into my head. I placed the sides of my feet on the outside of the ladder, held my palms to the outside, and slid down in what was termed the 'express elevator'. It took one and a half seconds to descend the entire distance via this method.
This pleased me. It was efficient.
Lt. Nicoletti was staring as I turned around. Her attention was riveted on me. She was exuding arousal pheromones. Her breathing was enhanced and she was flushed of face. She had seen B'Elanna and myself as I had been masturbated by her chief. She was excited. I smiled at her and she physically spasmed.
She caught up with me before I exited Engineering. She let her hand touch my arm, and she almost stammered as she talked with me.
"Seven," she said, "I know we've never been very close. That's my fault, I think.... But that could change.
"Could I .... see you, sometime?"
"You wish a 'date'?" I asked. She looked up at me, her eyes large.
"Ye .... yes," she finally got out. "Would that be okay with you? I'd like to invite you to dinner..."
She paused and bit her lip, then smiled in embarrassment.
"Foolish of me. You don't really eat much, do you?"
"Dinner is acceptable. I eat small quantities. My nano-enhanced system can handle small quantities. I also drink wine, if you wish to add that to a dinner."
"That'd be fine, Seven," she smiled and replied.
She looked around, and moved her body to block what next happened from the view of others. She lifted my metal hand and carefully placed it over her breast. She had a small pair of breasts, smaller than B'Elanna's. They were eminently acceptable. I already knew I liked to caress female's breasts. I looked forward to suckling on them.
Nicoletti's nipples were hard. She wished to copulate with me. I again wet my groin thinking of having sexual congress with this human woman.
Copulation is good.
"Tonight?," she asked. "After shift?"
"Unacceptable", I stated. B'Elanna and I must copulate tonight, though I did not say so to Lt. Nicoletti.
"Tomorrow night will be optimal," I suggested.
Mary accepted. She asked me to call her Mary. I asked her to continue to call me Seven.
I allowed the fingers of her hand to briefly manipulate my left nipple. It got very hard. She hefted the weight of both of my breasts. My breathing became more labored. This was acceptable.
"Is it for this you gave me the poem, Mary? You hoped to have a date? If so you have gotten your wish."
"What poem?"
Another person who did not leave the poem on my chest.
As I exited Engineering I encountered Harry Kim. He wished to copulate with me again.
Copulating with Harry Kim need not take a great deal of time.
I suggested the same cabin we had used before for our first sexual encounter. I also suggested a period of time after end of shift.
I had spent forty-one minutes away from Astrometrics. I must return to work. Efficiency is pleasurable. Not as enjoyable as a come, but enjoyable.
REHEARSALS; - - - - - - - - - - -
As Harry and I entered the vacant cabin together, I debated quickly removing my own clothes. That would be most efficient. However, available sources contraindicated such a move. It would be more 'romantic' to allow Harry to disrobe me.
We kissed twenty-one times before he had managed to unclothe me. I was more efficient in removing his uniform and unders. I bent to fellate, taste and moisten his 'cock' for eventual copulation.
Harry enjoyed my fellating him. However, he tasted different this time.
"You have used "Hard" on your organ," I stated.
" 'Up'," he answered, "not 'Hard'. If you don't want to...."
"You wished to remain tumescent after your own orgasm," I vocalized. "Human males find difficulty orgasming multiples of times, unlike females. Females are more efficient."
I smiled at him, caressing his stiff flesh. He appeared distressed and I must relieve him of his doubts. That was one of the functions of the female during copulation.
"That is optimal, Harry," I whispered in his ear. Harry enjoyed my rubbing my body against his. "You wish to bring me to orgasm an unknown, but numerous number of times. You are being 'thoughtful' and 'considerate'," I stated. "That is acceptable. You may proceed to 'fuck' me a number of times.
"Unless you wish a 'blow job' first?"
He did. I did not find much pleasure in the taste of his penis when infused with "Up". However, it pleased Harry. Harry enjoyed my 'blow-jobs'. He said I was very skilled. His taste was acceptable.
I could draw on the collective experiences of eleven thousand, three hundred and one assimilated species. I had no experience but much data.
It pleased me to receive praise from Harry. His semen was still objectionable, but was less so. I am becoming acculturated to the taste. That is acceptable. Pleasing Harry accentuated my own pleasure.
After fellation Harry spent nine and a half minutes orally and digitally manipulating my breasts. I closed my eyes in pleasure five times. I enjoy having my breasts stimulated. Small amounts of pain made them stiffer and made me gasp with pleasure.
I anticipated greater breast excitation from B'Elanna and Mary Nicoletti. Available data suggsted other females enjoyed a woman's breasts more than the male does.
Harry had a 'pop' of sexual lubricant with him, which he applied to his penis and my vaginal slot. I lay down, ignoring the texture of the carpet, and prepared to receive both Harry and a number of orgasms. He rubbed his penis in my slot eleven times, then inserted himself.
My muscle control was still perfect. I kept tightening until his fucking excited me with every millimeter of movement.
I came three times before Harry came again. I could have orgasmed three more times, but I wished to let my body set it's own pace for sex. This was done deliberately. I felt less in control. This was acceptable.
As I was licking my fluids and his off his 'joint', he carefully watched to see if I would catch the leakage from my vagina. I did so, consciously dislodging most of my fluids onto my metal hand. He was entranced by the sight of my licking my hand clean. He was 'turned on' by the act.
Our combined flavors were delicious and acceptable. I must copulate with other males aboard VOYAGER. I wish to discover if all males are thusly excited. Also if their penii and ejaculate tastes the same. Data indicates minor variations. Data gained personally is more usable data. All data is useful.
I smiled as I licked. Pleasure is not irrelevant.