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 Dining 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.
Summary: (part 2 of 4) Seven received a poem today. Stuck to her catsuit by an unknown person while she regenerated. She is investigating. While she is investigating she is discovering the joys of copulation. She likes it.
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. Probably in excess of 26,000 words when complete, this part 7200 words, January 2003.
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 a 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 for kinky people slash group, will be archived at the ASCEML.
Comments as always to cousindream@aol.com
Notice! This is an extended PWP.
by R.Schultz
[[ CHAPTER TWO OF SIX ]]
NOCTURNE: - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Once inside her cabin, I turned to B'Elanna. She was seated, holding her sleeping baby in her arms. I made as to begin stripping my clothes from my body, but B'Elanna bade me stop with a raised hand. She rose, finger to her mouth, obviously intending to put her child to bed in it's bed or cradle.
I motioned her to hold, and softly strode to her side. I bent to look at the youngling. All babies are ugly. This one, despite it's reduced crest, seemed quite .... pretty. Illogical. She was both exotic and helpless, yes, but also something I wished to hold and cradle in my arms. The Borg had excised my reproductive organs and my eggs. I could have none of my own.
I felt .... regret. Illogical.
I stood for fourteen minutes and forty-seven seconds while B'Elanna put her babe to bed. Her need to provide for her child was logical. Someone must nuture the helpless young.
When B'Elanna returned, it was obvious she had used some of the time to 'doll herself up'. She was now clad in a wide-legged pair of dark black turbofils pants, clinging to her every curve. As I saw no panty line I presumed she was without unders. Her blouse was a transparent dark slip-on, accenting her .... lovely .... dark-nippled breasts. Her aureole were large and obviously engorged. Her nipples were stiff additions to the rigid mounds of her auerole. She smelled of a small touch of sweet perfume. "Iridium And Opium" was the brand.
She came to me on bare feet, her mouth breaking into a large smile as I said she was beautiful. By all present known societal paradigms she was. Also, my body tensed, I wet, and my belly tightened. My groin was quite moist, and I could smell our combined pheromones. Her beauty and her obvious willingness to copulate excites me. I enjoy her beauty. Illogical.
I held my hands out to hold her hands as she swept to me. I knew I should deliberately view all of her, and I did. She broke back far enough so she could slowly turn around for me. I had come tonight expecting to find a domineering dyke butch. Instead I was greeted by a soft and beautiful 'femme'. I gained pleasure from viewing her. Illogical. But pleasurable.
She stood with her back to me, inviting me to perform some function. Therefore I moved closer. We kissed, doing so with increasing frenzy. Then, carefully, I enthusiastically fondled and palpated her buttocks. B'Elanna giggled for me as I moved the flesh of her ass. She was indeed signaling to me that we would copulate this night.
She turned around before resuming our kissing. We kissed twenty-one times, and she moaned frequently as we rocked in our 'clinch'. My excitement increased geometrically as her hands wandered over my body. She manipulated my breasts, caressed my buttocks and back, my hair was loosened in order to cascade down my back, and she shook when she began to fondle my groin.
The air was rich in the pheromones of our mutual arousal. My mouth salivated at the prospect of tasting those rich flavors of her prudenda. My nipples ached, especially when she pinched them. I moaned. I had not consciously meant to do so.
B'Elanna palmed my binds and my catsuit billowed open. She pulled my breasts out so that she might suckle them. She was much gentler than she had been this afternoon in Engineering. Nonetheless my breasts hurt from the pleasure of her mouth and teeth. B'Elanna continually murmured what beautiful breasts I had. She enjoyed their size and response.
I had to consciously remind myself to reciprocate B'Elanna's caresses. My mind kept short-circuiting as she suckled me and bit me and masturbated me. I cried aloud when she entered me. It was very good. Pleasure is relevant.
We had spent no time talking, as B'Elanna had promised. Yet without any doubt we were communicating.
I did not feel any need to talk, either. Sex is good.
My knees buckled again, as they had on the second level of Engineering. We fell together, B'Elanna feverishly stripping my catsuit off my body. I helped. We did it inefficiently. I wound up with my catsuit tangled around my ankles, and my ankles waving in the air. I helped B'Elanna open my knees. She wished to orally satisfy me. This was indeed an optimal goal. I wanted to come on her loving face. She kept murmuring words only half understood. I continued to moan and pant. That also was satisfactory, if unplanned.
"B'Elanna," I finally managed to say. "I'm going to come."
She smiled up at me, her lower face slick with my fluids. She looked especially beautiful with my pre-orgasmic liquid and her saliva dripping from her chin. I know I must be leaving a wet spot on the rug.
"That's wonderful, babe," she said. "You come and I'll try to lick it all up. Do you juice a lot when you come?"
"I am not sure," I replied. "Before today I had never orgasmed."
"Really," she gaped. "Never ever? No masturbation? Nothing?"
"Nothing," I said. "Now that I have copulated, I will do so often from this date forward. Pleasure is relevant."
B'Elanna went back to her self-appointed task. I banged my head thrice against the deck, and then held within a cry as I 'reached the top of the hill and began to roll down my come'. I recalled that phrase from a popular novel. It was very accurate.
I must remain silent. Miral is sleeping in the next room. Infants need much rest.
B'Elanna licked very fast as I came. She was trying to catch all my fluids. This showed she was a very good person. My fluids, as they were so tasty, should not be wasted. I dipped my fingers into myself, licking them and confirming that my come still tasted delicious.
Sex with females is optimal. B'Elanna 'ate pussy' with a great deal more intensity and skill than Harry did.
This was EXTREMELY acceptable. Cunnilingus is good.
It is unfortunate females cannot also grow a 'dick' on command, and fill me with their sperm. I would welcome B'Elanna's sperm. Sperm felt good splashing on my cervix.
After I had ceased shaking from my orgasm, B'Elanna assisted me in removing my boots and catsuit from about my ankles. Then she rubbed her body over mine, kissed me at length (115 seconds) and licked her way back down to my breasts and then my 'cunt'
Her cunnilingus was quite slow and gentle this time. She suckled on my clitoris frequently, suckled my labia and licked my vagina until I came again. This time it took six minutes before I came.
She paused to let me relax my legs and belly, then began nursing on my breasts. This continued for ten and three-quarters minutes. She masturbated me again, then digitally penetrated me. As previously noted, she was much gentler than she had been on the second level of Engineering. Perhaps Public Sex excited B'Elanna in a different manner. Either pattern was acceptable. Sex is good.
She returned to frantic licking after my masturbatory come. Then we lay side by side and panted into each other's ears. She stood, motioning me to stay on the damp rug-covered deck. She divested herself of her few garments, then crouched over me, offering her breasts to be sucked. Sucking breasts was pleasurable. Especially B'Elanna's. I 'felt something' with B'Elanna. Despite our numerous arguments we 'knew' each other.
B'Elanna enjoyed my sucking and nibbling. I enjoyed it also. In addition, it pleased me to give pleasure to another. Especially someone I could now term a 'friend'.
She slid beside me, allowing me to suck on her large dark nipples. Her large hard aureole were very 'chewy'. I then began to masturbate her. B'Elanna enjoyed having her nipples chewed, when coupled with periods of intense sucking. She came in one hundred and one seconds.
"Now you," I commanded.
She acceded to my prompt. I asked her to sit on the couch. Her nipples were still dark, enlarged and very stiff. I suckled them for three minutes before licking my way down to her belly button.
She had a 'cute' little belly and wonderfully fragrant pubic hairs. My tongue felt good wriggling about in her large bush of curly pubic hair. She tasted and smelled delicious.
B'Elanna was cute. An illogical phrase. But appropriate. It described her appearance, but only according to governing societal paradigms. I licked her bushy mound of hair, relishing the scent and flavor. She giggled when I suddenly suckled her clitoris. I digitally penetrated her again while I 'ravaged' her clit. She came quickly. Again.
"I needed that," she murmured. "It's been a while since I had a really good woman." I believe she meant the word 'good' in a multiple of ways. I smiled from the pleasure of the compliment.
She had three additional orgasms on my mouth and fingers before she called for another rest. I had attempted many variations as I orally satisfied her. All were successful. B'Elanna was 'turned on' by having me make love to her. We had once come to blows. Now we were lovers. This was optimal.
B'Elanna especially liked it when I used my tongue on her vaginal opening until she came. She bit her wrist frequently. She didn't want to wake her child. I had been quiet all night long for that very reason.
Sex with B'Elanna was optimal. I enjoyed it more than sex with Harry Kim. Excepting that I enjoyed penetration. I knew of dildos, of course, so I asked B'Elanna if she had any she could use on me. She did.
She returned from her bedroom wearing a long red self-seating dildo. The Risan "Leaping Lizard" (trademark) model. She proudly stuck it in my face and I carefully and happily sucked on it. The taste was not optimal. However, I was being submissive by kneeling in front of her and orally servicing her false dick. This was acceptable. B'Elanna is by nature a Dom, a Top. This also is acceptable.
Fellating a compoloidal plastic penis was different than sucking on a flesh one. The feel in the mouth was not identical. Yet this fellatio also was pleasurable. Available data suggests it fulfills a need within my Id. That is irrelevant phrasing. I enjoy 'sucking cock'. B'Elanna's dildo, at the very least.
B'Elanna's nipples and auerole became prominent and hard again, simply from watching me 'suck her dick'. B'Elanna's faux penis was much longer and bigger around than Harry's penis.
It tasted terrible, but that was irrelevant. The cherry flavored lubricant she smeared on it improved the taste by two orders of pleasantness. Once I had 'gotten her hard again', we lay on the carpet once more. I was eager to be penetrated by B'Elanna.
She inserted it, and as we fucked, I increased my vaginal tightness until she laughed. She was delighted by my muscular control. She said that if I kept the fit tight, I'd probably prompt her into having an orgasm with me. The tugging on the dildo, which was firmly seated onto her pubic mound, would 'get her off'.
She was quite correct. She came two times to my four.
She had an earring, which was a control for the dildo. It began a twisting and pumping motion as soon as we began to fuck.
I laughed with delight. Pleasure is relevant. Intense pleasure made me do and say things not consciously preplanned. B'Elanna kissed me two hundred and thirty times as I orgasmed repeatedly on her wonderful dildo.
We rested and B'Elanna fell asleep atop me. She was a light burden. My muscular condition is superb, thanks to my nanoites. I allowed her to get her rest, and lightly caressed her lovely little ass as she suckled my breast in her sleep. The head of the lengthy dildo remained in my vagina. I turned off the dildo's twisting pumping motion by pressing B'Elanna's earring.
I enjoyed the springy softness of her ass.
She awoke, and apologized for not letting me penetrate her with the dildo. B'Elanna was exhausted and asked to be allowed to sleep for the remainder of the night. This was readily granted. She promised I could service her repeatedly the next time I came to her cabin. She was extremely disappointed to learn I could not see her next night.
I had a date with Susan Nicoletti, though I did not tell B'Elanna that. B'Elanna promised to visit me in AstroMetrics if she could spare the time. That would be pleasurable.
In the later hours of Gamma shift, as I waited to slip into regenerative mode in my cubicle, I realized I was smiling. Pleasure is relevant. B'Elanna gave me much pleasure. I will seek more pleasure.
SONATA; - - - - - - - - - - - -
I stepped on the turbolift in time to meet Commander Tuvok. I quickly approached him with important observations.
"It is needful that we talk," I told him. He asked what might we talk about.
"Sex," I said. "I have discovered the joys of copulation and I wish to mate with you."
"I am already mated," he said.
"Then I wish to copulate with you. I wish to copulate with you. Our minds are more nearly alike than any others aboard this vessel. We are both disciplined and able to communicate on many levels. Copulation would be optimal for me. You would please me greatly by having sex with me. May we talk of this further at some point in the future?" He nodded agreement.
At no time did I mention his oncoming crisis of blood fever. To do so would shame him. My intention was to coax him into satisfying my needs, not his. It would resolve his dilemma, but this way I could be the one apparently needing to be propriated.
Tuvok had begun to emit pheromones of sexual arousal as soon as I blatantly broached the subject. He wished to copulate with me, however much self-control he might have. He must smell my emissions. I hoped he was 'well hung'. Available sources indicated that as a female I should like large endowments on the penii. Illogical. My internal muscle control is such that any penetration is pleasurable to me. B'Elanna's finger was eminently acceptable, though it was small in circumference. However, I am consciously seeking to emulate human patterns.
I was the one most likely to fit Tuvok's necessary psychological and physiological parameters. In addition, his body control and mine combined would probably give me many orgasms.
Orgasms are good.
Having detected his scent of arousal, I was confident I could eventually copulate with him. That would be optimal. Tuvok is the only person on board capable of body control superior to mine. He would have no need of "Hard" or "Up" when in coitus. He could 'fuck forever'.
I could smell my own arousal. So could Tuvok.
I pressed my body close, letting him be aware of my body to the exclusion of all else. He did not respond, but neither did he draw back. The turbolift arrived on the bridge and we both assumed our stations.
Later in the morning I mentioned I had the memories of one hundred and sixteen assimilated Vulcans in my memory matrix. Vulcan custom called for what remained of them to be returned to the Vulcan home world. Tuvok looked into my face while I revealed this treasure to him.
"I would have to meld with your mind in order to save the remaining minds and personalities for posterity," he noted. I agreed. A mind meld would be satisfactory.
All this was arranged while seeming to be innocently conversing with the Security Chief.
We would be alone in his cabin during the mind-meld process. I would attempt to engage him in sex during that period. We would be close in spirit while the personality salvage took place. I would be close to being Vulcan at that time. He would have few compunctions in mating with another Vulcan when the Pon Farr threatened. Vulcan females were universally available for coitus if the male's mate was not available. It was their custom, according to studies and some sources.
A phrase of the Captain's was recalled as I pondered this. "Needs must, when the Devil drives." I believe this means that an individual performs whatever task is necessary, whenever one person must.
As Vulcans, Tuvok and myself would copulate in order to alleviate his dilemma. As a by-product I hoped to orgasm repeatedly. Sex is good.
When asked by me, Tuvok denied leaving any poem on my catsuit. He would tell me the truth. If he had lied I probably could not have detected falseness in him. Most human crewmembers exhibited physical tells such as heightened respiration and sweating when engaged in lying to me. Their falsehoods are easily detectable.
I explained the poem to him, and he nodded, appreciating its subtlety. It was a gentle reminder to me that my personal and physical assets should not be hoarded, and thus denied to the human collective. It was also done in a manner to pique my curiosity. "Quite logical," Tuvok said. I agreed.
Tuvok and I would meet, conditions permitting, after shift, two nights from now. Tonight was reserved for Susan Nicoletti. I hoped to be with Chakotay tomorrow night. With any luck the first personality salvage, and our first copulation would be complete before B'Elanna would be able to receive me in her cabin. My belly tingled at the thought of wearing a dildo and 'screwing' B'Elanna. I would use my ration points to purchase a new wriggling dildo for myself. Also lubricant. I shall obtain both cherry and strawberry flavored lubricants.
Massage oils would also be optimal. A small kit of four scents would not be excessively bulky. The thought of kneading them into B'Elanna's lovely body (especially her ass) made me moisten.
I shall have to begin wearing a bag for these few personal necessities. Inconveniences are a part of being part of the human collective. I shall obtain a long blue self-seating wriggling Risan model dildo. Deep blue would match my catsuit. It must move on it's own. The odds are high that B'Elanna likes a wriggling dildo inside herself when she fornicates. If she does not, I will not activate it's energetic motions.
COUNTERPOINT; - - - - - - - - - - - -
Chakotay noticed nothing. Harry Kim had already left Astrometrics four minutes before. I had approved Harry's state of dress and deportment, and he had left without a backward look.
It had only taken five minutes and four seconds to masturbate and fellate him into an orgasm. His semen still tasted terrible, but I was becoming accustomed to the flavor. Harry was enjoying the use of my mouth and body. Granted, he had only gotten minimal time with me, but he was easily satisfied with that.
I enjoyed having sex with him. He was bonding to me at the same time I was bonding to him. When we actually copulated I always had an orgasm or two. That alone maintained my interest in our sexual activities. Also, fellation could be performed easily and quickly without 'muss or fuss'.
An added advantage was that swallowing his fluid minimized the scent of sexual congress in Astrometrics.
Now I was free to 'come on' to Chakotay. No others were likely to enter Astrometrics for the next fifty-six minutes. Of course there was always the possibility of random chance bringing others in at an 'inconvenient' time, but the odds were small.
Commander Chakotay visited Astrometrics on alternate days, Captain Janeway frequently. I beckoned the Commander over to look at an interesting pattern of mini-Empires which seemed to be coalescing ahead of us. I failed to completely define one segment and he pressed nearer to me, searching for the relevant information.
His groin covered my buttocks, and I minutely pushed back into him. His signs indicated instant excitement, and I turned my head to smile back at him, gazing into his eyes. Then I deliberately rubbed his crotch with my butt. His signs indicated arousal, and he partially erected against my ass.
It was simple. Human males are perpetually 'randy'.
"Do you know what you're doing to me, Seven?" he asked.
"Of course, Commander," I said. "You have often concentrated on the sight of my body in motion or at rest. Especially in motion. You enjoy the sight of my 'ass' then, don't you?"
I turned and allowed my breasts to rub against his chest. "You are a deeply spiritual being, Commander. I admire your mind for its discipline, as well for it having a goal.
"You also enjoy the sight of what society on this ship terms a near-perfect body. You also enjoy the precisions of my mind and have often attempted to assist me in my assimilation by the human collective. You are a friend."
My hands began to wander on his arms and chest and neck.
"As a friend, I would welcome our attaining a closer and happier relationship. As a friend I would welcome your touch. As a friend I would welcome your kisses. As a friend I would welcome the chance to please you. As my friend, I would welcome you into my arms.
"The thought of your touch and kisses pleases me. Pleasure is not irrelevant. Will you pleasure me?"
"Seven," he softly said, "are you sure you know what you are .... offering me?"
"I am offering you the chance to be both emotionally and physically close to me. I find you attractive, I find your mental control exemplary, and I know you have an incisive mind coupled with domination over most of your emotions. Extraordinary for a normal human.
"I have every reason to believe sex with you would be eminently satisfactory for both of us.
"There is also the matter of bonding. I wish to become closer to both the members of this ship and the human collective. Will you assist me by letting me inside your 'space'?
"In addition, I have reason to presume that if we were to 'date', it would be pleasurable to both you and myself. Once we are 'dating' we shall again contemplate mutual sexual satisfaction. That would be optimal, but not necessary.
"My own hope is that we shall do more than 'date'. Will you please invite me to your cabin for a date?"
He agreed. Slowly, slowly, catchee monkee, as one human parabletical line states. He wanted to have sex with me. I shall endeavor to copulate with him on our second date, if unable to do so on our first.
ADAGIO: - - - - - - - - - - - - -
B'Elanna was waiting for me in a Jeffries tube between decks six and seven. She had used our Comm badges to arrange for me to meet her there. I suspected she had arranged for us to be alone together in order to have more sex. I was correct.
"There is no problem in the Jeffries tube, is there?" I asked.
"Only my wish to see my new girlfriend. Is that so bad? We've been in a run of luck, lately. Almost four days now without another damned near-catastrophe appearing on our horizon and creating havoc in Engineering," she purred. "I'd say that calls for a little personal fun time while we can. Don't you?"
Frowning, I decided to confess my earlier morning activities. "I replaced four nodes this morning in the inertial guidance system with my own constructs, based on Borg assimilated date."
"So?" she asked. "Do they work?"
"Dampening, according to Computer, is thirty-four nano-seconds in reaching optimal slide," I said.
"They work," she smiled. She knew what I was leading up to.
"I replaced these nodes without first notifying you or gaining your permission. Systems were down for two minutes and three seconds while I replaced them."
"There you go again, Seven," she calmly replied. "Every time I turn my back on you, you're playing with my engines without a single damned by-your-leave to me.
"Listen, you big Borg bitch, you do that again and I'm going to rip your metallic head from that skinny throat of yours and urinate down your esophagus. You can take that to the bank. It's a threat I dearly mean. And the Captain won't be able to save your ass next time."
She said all this in a soft level voice. Her lips were flickering, but she managed not to smile.
I carefully froze my face in arrogant denial, and glared at her.
"Are you satisfied?" B'Elanna asked.
"There is comfort in continuity. We have had our obligatory confrontation.
"Thank you," I said. B'Elanna finally broke out in a smirk.
"T's being crossed and i's dotted," she said, reaching for my body. "Can we get down to some serious fun here?"
Her lips covered mine, my breasts lay atop hers, and her hands found my nipples and my groin. "This Borg bitch agrees with her irascible and iconoclastic Chief Engineer. It is time for serious fun."
"Murmphrgh," B'Elanna mumbled, her fingers opening my catsuit. My own metal hand snaked between her trousers and her skin. In fourteen seconds were side by side and masturbating each other to a frenzy. We both came quickly.
My questing fingers determined that both myself and B'Elanna still tasted delicious.
In four minutes one of our legs were in the air again, and we were penetrating each other with our fingers. I enjoyed kissing B'Elanna. I enjoyed masturbating her. I recalled enjoying her repeated orgasms on my face last night.
The Borg are wrong. Pleasure is relevant.
We had enjoyed a little playlet before sex. Our quarrels no longer seemed so important to me. I do not think they were of cosmic importance to B'Elanna any longer, either.
We were bonding. The Captain would approve. Sex is good.
AUGMENTATION; - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Dildo, lubricants and massage oils in my newly acquired shoulder bag, I waited for Susan Nicoletti to allow me entry into her cabin. I shall normally keep my bag in a closed-off nook under my Astrometrics board. If questioned as to it's contents by most crewmembers, I shall fabricate evasions and falsehoods. If queried by Harry, B'Elanna, Tuvok, Chakotay or the Captain, my replies would be more accurate.
I should be interested to learn by what degree Captain Janeway becomes aroused by revelation of it's contents. Her interest shall be piqued. I shall find a means of doing so.
Susan's cabin door whooshed open, and closed behind me. The light levels were low, meaning she was being seductive. This conclusion was augmented by the sight of the Engineering First rising from behind a small square table lighted by six candles.
B'Elanna had opted for transparency and black pants. Susan had selected a soft clinging multi-hued turbofils robe or evening dress. My previous estimate was incorrect. Susan's breasts were marginally larger than B'Elanna's. Size is irrelevant. Her nipples were prominent, and she wore some sort of corset underneath. As well as other perplexing additional undergarments. I restrained myself when I realized I wished to open her dress and ascertain the manner of her unders. My curiosity will eventually be satisfied.
She greeted me, and led me by a hand to a small chair opposite hers. She prompted me to lay my bag upon her couch.
We made a little 'small talk'. I shall have to practice my socializing a great deal. My repartee was stilted, but much better than in previous years.
Susan appreciated my asking what prompted her to join StarFleet. It allowed her to 'break the ice' by giving her a focus of conversation. She served a replicated dinner of lentil soup, green salad and plebeian spaghetti with highly spiced meat balls in tomato sauce. Simple, yet I found it tasty. Susan served small portions for me. The spicy meat and spaghetti pleased my taste centers.
She had been raised on Campania, of Beta Leganisus Sigma, a colonial planet with extensive networks of navigable rivers. She had grown up maintaining her father's fleet of roboticized river cargo vessels as well as captaining many of them. She had known from childhood she would ply the starways and work with engines.
As she served the dinner she had been busy with caresses. She had kissed my neck and cheek and I had raised no objections. Now she bent herself across the dinner to ply my face with her fingers, lingering on my brow implant.
We both rose and came together, holding, caressing, our breasts touching. Kissing. Kissing again. She was strong, and her arms hurt my shoulders with their desperation.
"It's been so long," she murmured. "If only I'd dreamed you liked girls....." She returned to kissing, her demeanor becoming quite fierce and forceful. This was acceptable. However, if she wished me to initiate sex, or to be the Dom, this was also permissible. I could even be 'rough trade' if necessary.
"I want to love you, I want to make mad passionate love to you, Seven, oh, Seven .... If only you knew how many times I have looked at you and looked away, I had to look away or I would have torn that goddamned catsuit off you and devoured you then and there .... I wished I could have you, Seven, but an old dyke like me has learned not to fall in love with straight girls...."
"You are not old," I replied. "Do you sincerely love me, Susan? Or do you just want to make love to me? I do not yet know whether or not I am able to reciprocate actual love."
"You're so damned literal .... but, no, yes, I guess I just want to rip those clothes off that gorgeous fucking body of yours and .... and .... do all those things to you I've been dreaming about doing to you ever since I saw you and B'Elanna going at it hammer and tongs, up there on the second level.
"Do you .... Are you .... Will you?"
I bent to bite and nibble her nipples through her robe, my hand found her groin, and my other hand found the small rounds of her butt. She moaned, and fed herself to my teeth.
"Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven," she repeated in a mantra of .... lust. That would be an appropriate word. I was about to lift her and carry her off to her bed when she turned on me, becoming the aggressor in a second of turning.
"The suit," she stumbled, "how in the ...."
I palmed it open, with some difficulty, as she had fastened her mouth and fingers upon my immediately aching breasts. It billowed apart long enough for her to pull my breasts into the open air for frenzied sucking. Her quivering hand found my groin, and she cried when her fingers told her I was wet. My belly tightened and my temperature and breathing rate increased over forty percent as she immediately began masturbating me.
That was satisfactory. So was her easing me to the carpet, where she licked her way down my belly. I had to partially rise, to move my suit down my legs. Interrupting Susan's progress down my body, I told her to help me rise, and she did. I twisted off my boots and suit, and then restrained Susan long enough to strip her of her robe-cum-dress.
Underneath she did indeed wear a small corset. Attached to it were four garter straps. These items held up a pair of dark gauzy stockings. She stepped out of her shoes, and proudly spun for me. The view excited me. Visual displays of a naked soon-to-be lover gave me pleasure. I masturbated as I studied her.
She was wearing an archaic, no, antique fetishist dress. The costume accentuated her legs and drew attention from her bust at the same time the corset lace complimented her breasts.
Susan Nicoletti had indeed done much to appear seductive for me. The visual display had an undeniable effect on me. Marginal, since I already wished to .... take Susan to bed with me. Yet it was there. I must remember to select a 'genteel' but 'seductive' apparel for my date with Chakotay. Seductive clothing on my female form was not illogical.
Having displayed her courting finery for me, we proceeded immediately to the next phase of the mating pattern. Susan prompted me to lie down on the floor, and she began kissing her way down my body. She paid particular attention to my breasts. She bit, suckled, fondled, manipulated, pinched and nibbled, as well as licked and covered their large flowing softnesses. Susan enjoyed making love to my breasts.
Available sources were correct. Human females enjoyed loving breasts, when engaged in lesbian sex. I enjoy loving breasts.
It was extremely pleasurable, though they ached and caused me much pain. My hands urged Susan to journey further down my body. She did so, moaning and licking my few remaining thin lines of implants on each side of my belly. My back arced from the floor as her hands journeyed to my groin in advance of her mouth. My nipples and auerole were enlarged and very dark red. As Susan licked the wheat blond hair of my pubic mound, I tweaked my nipples between thumb and forefinger.
The moment she captured my clitoris with her teeth and pulled it from my body, I began to orgasm. She attacked my labia and vagina with her tongue in an abandon I not previously known from B'Elanna. As I 'sparkled' from my first orgasm she continued her oral assault, prompting my body to begin winding tighter and tighter for my next come. It took less than a minute for me to begin once more to cry out incoherent phrases into the night. I disliked not being in control of my body. Except in this manner.
I was leaving another wet spot upon another carpet.
Sex is good. My fingers informed me I was still delicious.
My sexual parts were now sore, therefore I must have a pause. Susan is an energetic lover. Susan returned to kissing me, and whispering in my ear how beautiful I was.
I now moved to roll us over on the carpet. Susan did not resist. It was her turn next. This was acceptable. I wished to confirm whether she was delicious when she came. Also, pleasuring her gave me pleasure. This too is indicated in available sources.
"You are lovely," I told Susan. "I shall gain much pleasure from using my body to give you joy."
"You're sure you think I'm lovely? That's hard to believe. I'm just an old dried-up dyke long past her best days...."
"You are lovely. I have much data available to me. You are lovely. On this I tell no untruth." Nor did I do so. The sight of her soft-skinned body laid out before me excited every sense I had. She was pleasure incarnate. I began to kiss her while I massaged her hard dark nipples and auerole.
In fifty-three seconds of my first penetration of her with my forefinger, she came. After that I licked and kissed my way down to her groin and enjoyed her thick curly mound of body hair. Her entire sexual parts were swollen and warm. Her scent was thick, and she came three times as I orally pleased her.
We collapsed on the floor together. Susan created another wet spot on the carpet. She was also delicious.
We then retired to her bed. Once there we held each other and she slept. This was satisfactory. I enjoyed the presence of her naked body impinging on mine. Our aromas filled the air. It was probable we would have more sex once she awoke. In this my estimate was accurate.
She 'ate' me. She was quite good at cunnilingus. Evidently her frenzied mode of 'chewing rug' was normal for her.
Then I 'ate' her. Ate is an economical word. Very efficient. Susan came twice on my mouth and hands. This was all optimal. I enjoyed having sex in a bed. It was much softer. It was better than a floor. Still, sex is good at all times.
Susan got out of her corset and stockings, but put on a panty-dildo.
It was quite different from familiar models of the type B'Elanna had worn last night. It was apparently made entirely of black leather. The seam on the underside of her large-headed penis was a long, large and roughened mis-sewn seam. It was as if she was wearing a form-fitting black leather under, and this black leather penis was part of it. It was quite long and curved upwards. She put much lubricant on it, as well as spraying my sex cleft.
She twisted herself to suck on my breasts as she worked my labia and clit with the rough bottom of the dildo. She ran the knobby understructure against my clit sixty-six times before inserting it in my vagina.
It was long, and with the under-structure, large. It was delightful having it move back and forth inside me.
Susan 'fucked me' good. I came four times. After that she removed the dildo, had me stand, and made me wear it. She herself was a 'good fuck'. She screamed loudly when she came on the black dildo. She gave me large anal beads, and I pulled them out of her ass as she came the next time. Afterwards we lay side by side and kissed.
I removed the dildo and we licked each other, enjoying the act with neither of us needing to orgasm at this time. Susan tasted more delicious the more sex she had.
Sex is good.
She needed to sleep and I needed to regenerate.
Before I left, while she slept, I had replicated a cleaned copy of Susan's black leather panty-dildo. Three different-colored sets of anal beads. Also a spray of her sweet lemon lubricant.
I would prepared for my next encounter with B'Elanna.
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Harry Kim met me in Docking Bay Two, where my alcove was located. He wished for a meeting, and I told him I would be available in eleven minutes. He then left. Captain Janeway entered. While we discussed the emerging patterns of the three Star Empires ahead of us, I pointedly acquired my new shoulder bag and slung it over my shoulder.
The Captain was curious enough to ask why I now had a bag. Being exactly truthful, I told her it was more efficient to carry some items of personal gear with me.
"Stuff, eh?" she asked.
"Stuff," I answered.
At the moment she was satisfied with that answer. I estimated that sometime tomorrow she would be specific in her questions.
We both left Docking Bay Two. The Captain heading directly for the Bridge. I was headed for a vacant cabin within which Harry Kim was divesting himself of his clothes.
We kissed, we removed my clothes, and I took his penis in my mouth. He had asked to copulate, but he still appreciated my warm wet mouth around his erectile member. I liked having him in my mouth. We are both sensualists. Possibly the entire human species are sensualists, though not throughout their entire lives.
Harry had brought his own lubricant, so it was not necessary for me to reveal the contents of my shoulder bag at this time.
We copulated for twelve minutes and five seconds. I came at the same time he did.
We comfortably crouched together afterwards. I caught the spillage from my vagina as we kissed. As I licked our effluvia off my metal hand, Harry said; "You are quite a gal, Seven. Do you know at one time I thought you weren't able to feel human emotions? Now I am surprised daily by what you do, what you can do, what you're becoming. Or maybe I should say not so surprised. You're a lot more human than a lot of people I once knew."
Harry is complimenting me. That is good. I told him he is a valued member of the Bridge staff and this ship.
We kissed before exiting into the corridors. He palpated my buttocks. That is acceptable.
Sex is good.