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| Showering Favouritism |
Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Not mine and I doubt if Paramount would want them like this! Codes: Sick undertones hehe! Summary: Set during Living Witness, immediately after Janeway’s little killing spree in Chamber 2. Kathryn Janeway, of the Warship Voyager, strode away from the dead bodies of the two pathetic Kyrians, her entourage of males in tow. “I guess we gave the Ambassador exactly what he wanted,” she sneered. “Tuvok, make sure our guest manages to get back to his quarters. Restrain him if necessary.” “It will be a pleasure, sir,” the Vulcan replied, with dancing eyes that feverishly roamed up and down his Captain’s body. Janeway ignored the growl from her nearby First Officer and turned to face her Security Chief. “Perhaps later, you could stop by and give me an update,” she purred, running a gloved finger along his dark cheek. “As I said, Captain, it will be a pleasure,” he repeated. “I’m sure it will. Dismissed.” The Vulcan gave a curt nod, accompanied by a salacious lick of his lips, and moved around the lingering troupe of hangers-on. Janeway arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Such loyalty.” Chakotay’s face simmered with barely restrained anger. “Captain, may I have a word with you?” Her chin tilted upwards and she studied his tattooed face. “Oh? I can’t think of anything we might need to discuss, Commander.” Harry Kim lent against the bulkhead, arms folded comfortably, a large grin spread across his face. He watched, with perverse enjoyment, as the large Indian’s shoulders tensed. He knew what the older man wanted to discuss. It was no secret amongst Voyager’s crew that the Maquis terrorist believed their Captain belonged solely to him … and that he hated it when she gave favour to others. Harry’s grin broadened as he recalled the nights of sweaty favours bestowed on him. Janeway might be a cold, calculating bitch, but she was also the hottest, wildest screw he’d ever had. “There is a matter, personal matter, I’d like to discuss with you, Captain,” Chakotay continued, unaware of the raging hardon in Ensign Kim’s pants. Janeway’s eyes glinted dangerously. “Very well. Follow me,” she barked, walking briskly. Chakotay’s acknowledgment was barely audible, as he fell into step behind her, admiring the sway of her hips. He felt his cock stiffen and bit back a groan; why was it he always wanted to fuck her so badly when she was pissy? * Inside the privacy of her quarters, she spun around, eyes blazing. “You’ve got two minutes to give me a damn good reason for that outbreak of insubordination out there,” her leather-clad hand gestured toward the corridor beyond. His swift approach caught her off-guard and she found herself being crushed between his large frame and the wall. “I warned you, Kate … you’re mine,” he hissed. “The only lover you’re taking on this ship is me!” “Need I remind you, I’m the Captain and I can screw who the hell I want!” she spat. Chakotay’s nostrils flared and his fingertips pushed into the flesh of her upper arms. “And need I remind you what happened the last time I caught you fucking that pointy-eared Vulcan?” he snarled, yanking on her short hair. Kathryn’s eyes watered from the stinging pain. “I’m not some fucking Yankee you can scalp!” “Oh, but I disagree, Kate,” he whispered, oblivious to her agony. “You were always so proud of your hair, weren’t you? Taking time to make it look pretty … the evil Starfleet Captain preening like a movie star.” “Let go of me,” she rasped, attempting to wedge a knee between them. “No, not yet, my pretty Kate. Do you remember how you cried when I cut it off? Do you remember the broken woman at my feet, clutching at her shorn locks? How did it feel, Kate, to lose your power? I know Paris never came to you after that … you were too butch for him,” Chakotay laughed. “He was a lousy fuck anyway,” she ground out, “and you’re another one!” “Is that why you come to my bed and ride me senseless? Moaning how good my cock feels hammering your dirty pussy? You want me, Kate, because I’ll do things for you the others won’t.” His erection was pulsing against her stomach. “You’re right, Chak-o-tay,” she breathed. “I want you … I’m only trying to make you jealous …” Chakotay’s fingers released their grip on her hair and trailed delicately along her jaw. She was so beautiful like this, soft and feminine, submissive. He groaned as her palm moved to cup him. “So predictable, Chak-o-tay,” she snarled, tightening her clasp on his rock-hard prick and making him yell out. “Do you think you can threaten me and get away with it?” “Please … Katie … stop … please …” he moaned, slumping forwards. Her manic laughter echoed around the walls. “Seems I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, Chakotay … and I wish I could say it’ll be an enjoyable one for you.” With one final squeeze, she pushed his limp body to the floor and activated her comm. badge. “Janeway to Tuvok.” “Tuvok here, Captain.” Janeway paid no attention to the groaning officer at her feet, as she continued. “Tuvok, please report to my quarters and bring a pair of restraining cuffs. It seems Mr Chakotay requires a lesson in Starfleet procedures.” “Very well, Tuvok out.” “Fucking hell!” Chakotay spat, still writhing on the grey carpet. “Fucking bitch, you could’ve yanked the fucker off!” Janeway straddled his lower body and pinned his arms above his head. “We have a very talented Doctor onboard, I’m sure he would’ve been able to re-attach it … perhaps even enhance it at the same time,” she smirked. “Bitch!” He bucked upwards trying to knock her off. “Ooh, temper, temper,” she teased, tightening her thighs and grinding against his bruised groin. “Have I scared him off?” Her question was accompanied by the pressing weight of her pussy rubbing insistently at his flaccid manhood. Chakotay could feel the wetness of her juices seeping through their uniform pants. “You get aroused by the strangest of things,” he complained. “Do I? So you’re not aroused by this at all then?” Her lips quirked upwards into the smile she knew drove him crazy. “Seems your friend down there says different.” “That’s just the swelling from your manhandling, darling.” “Mmm hmm.” He saw the feral look in her eyes just before her mouth latched greedily onto his. The kiss was noisy and harsh, with her teeth biting at his full lips, making them open. She rocked furiously against his stiffening member and moaned into his mouth as her excitement grew. He winced as she suckled fiercely on his tongue and silently vowed to pay her back at the earliest opportunity. “Tell me you want me,” she panted, tugging the skin of his neck into an angry mark with her sharp teeth. More pain, oh yes, he would make her pay. He broke free of her grasp and rolled them, tearing open her jacket and ripping her shirts down the middle. “Yes, I want you,” he hissed, encasing her small tits with both hands and squeezing them as hard as she had his prick. “Arghh shit!” her chest lurched upwards into his punishing caress. “Yes, hurt me … make them bleed.” “I will and then I’ll make your filthy pussy bleed, piercing your womb with my cock, as I ram into it over and over.” “Yes … yes … do it!” He pulled a breast free from the silky bra she wore and sank his teeth into it, biting hard until the hot, coppery taste of her blood filled his mouth and trickled out over her pale skin. “Oh fuck!” she screamed, holding his head firmly to her. “Please excuse the intrusion, Captain, it appears you failed to hear my chimes,” Tuvok loftily announced, eyeing the animalistic scene before him. “Great timing,” Chakotay snapped, as he rolled away from the gasping woman beneath him and turned to conceal his prominent erection from the Vulcan’s critical stare. “Do you still require these?” Tuvok asked his semi-naked commanding officer, holding up the security cuffs. Janeway examined the ripped flesh of her left breast and licked the taste of the red sticky blood from her gloved finger. “Oh yes, Mr Tuvok, I still require those and I also require a little assistance from yourself.” Tuvok hungrily stared at her exposed chest as she continued giving orders. “Take Mr Chakotay into my bedroom and secure him to the bed … firmly,” she instructed, accepting the Vulcan’s assistance in getting to her feet. “I’m not playing your kinky games!” Chakotay roared. “You think I don’t know what you two did to Ayala?” “I assure you, Commander, nothing was done to Lt Ayala, that he did not want, or even enjoy,” Tuvok answered. Kathryn sauntered up to her angry warrior, “Chak-o-tay, do you really think I’d hurt a member of my crew?” “If it got you off, yes you fucking well would!” She sighed and drew her phaser. “You’re really beginning to piss me off. So, for the last time, my bedroom – NOW!” Chakotay looked between Janeway, her pet Vulcan and the door. “Oh, there’s nowhere to hide,” she assured him, pointing the weapon at his chest. “The only logical course of action would be to comply,” Tuvok added, with his usual arched eyebrow. “Have it your way,” Chakotay gruffly acquiesced. “You’re obviously desperate for a lay.” “I must be to come to you, my darling,” Kathryn purred. * She watched Tuvok securing him to the bed and dabbed a tissue to her bleeding wound. “Hell, Chakotay, miss lunch?” Chakotay raised his head as far as the restraints would allow. “I was detained, watching Harry beat the crap out of your prisoner.” Kathryn murmured a reply and continued to wipe at her breast. “Do you require a dermal regenerator, Captain?” Tuvok asked, leaving Chakotay and peering at her ravaged flesh. “It looks serious,” he added, stroking a finger around the area. “Get away from her,” Chakotay warned. “I believe you’re in no position to stop me,” was the cool answer. Janeway placed a steadying palm on the Vulcan’s chest. “No, its okay, Tuvok, its only a flesh wound, I’ve had worse,” she threw a pointed glare towards the helpless man on her bed. “You should be treated only with respect and kindness, Captain.” Kathryn’s eyes darkened as she looked up at her Security Chief. “Thank you, Tuvok, you’re so thoughtful, and considerate … perhaps I should reward you, for your loyalty …” “Indeed,” Tuvok smirked, thumbing the nipple of her unblemished breast. Chakotay grunted, desperately trying to free his wrists. “Damn you, Kate!” A throaty chuckled left her as she dropped to her knees and opened the fastener on Tuvok’s uniform. Janeway viewed the long, thin cock in her palm appreciatively and licked her lips, “Beautiful,” she whispered, before swallowing his length. Tuvok’s hand immediately went to touch her face, his fingers spreading over temple and cheek. Chakotay realised that the other man was attempting a mind-meld. “No, not tonight,” Janeway admonished, pushing his hand away. “Tonight, just enjoy.” Once more she took his bobbing prick into her mouth, gliding easily up and down his shaft, coating it with her saliva. Tuvok gave a primitive growl and thrust eagerly into her willing mouth, while she eyed Chakotay, watching his reaction. Spirits, he hated her and hated lying spread-eagled on her bed … and he definitely hated watching her give another man a blowjob: although his cock found it appealing. Her eyes locked with his and he could see the power shining in her blue depths. She enjoyed this. “Kathryn,” Tuvok whispered in a voice filled with lust. “Let me join with you …” Janeway continued to watch Chakotay. “Are you close, my friend?” she asked, mumbling around the penis filing her mouth. “Yesss … it is time …” Suddenly, she released him to stand up and began peeling away the remnants of her jacket and shirts. “Yes, my friend,” she cooed, “It is time …” Both men watched her step free from her uniform pants until she stood wearing only the flimsiest of black lacy panties. Turning her head, she gave Chakotay a wink then faced the needy Vulcan, who’s weeping erection begged for her. She stepped closer and raised her chin. “Its time for you to go and leave us, Tuvok, Commander Chakotay and I have matters to discuss.” It took both men a moment to realise what it was she was saying. “Dismissed, Commander.” “Please, you can not leave me in this condition …” “Oh, but I can, Tuvok, I can. You see,” she tiptoed to whisper in his ear, “I’m the Captain, I can do what the hell I want. Now, Dismissed.” Chakotay couldn’t resist chuckling at the other man’s obvious discomfort. “Try meditating, that might work … or a cold shower!” Tuvok made no reply, merely grimaced as he forced his erection back into the confines of his pants and started for the other room. “Commander?” Janeway called. He turned stiffly, his walk affected by his frustration. “Captain?” “Try not to scare any innocent ensigns on your way back to your quarters, I wouldn’t want to have to put you on report for sexual harassment.” This time, Chakotay roared with laughter, watching his rival limping out of her quarters. “You’re evil, Kate.” “And?” she purred, facing him and sliding her panties down her thighs. He greedily eyed her. She had an amazing body, taut and lean, but soft in the right places. He lived for these moments with her, when she would allow him to touch her, penetrate her, love her. “And I want to fuck you raw,” he leered. She moved onto the bed and straddled him, raking her nails along his golden chest. “If anyone’s going to be raw, it’s going to be you. I intend to ride you all night.” He grinned at her. “You might manage that a few times, but then nature kicks in and you’ll be riding a dead horse.” “I think not,” she smirked, pinching one of his nipples hard. “The Doctor has provided me with a hypospray, lets say … nature’s got the evening off.” Chakotay cursed then jerked as her tongue lapped at the red welts on his chest. “Poor baby,” she soothed, laving him with her tongue and making him writhe helplessly. “Do want me?” “You know I do.” “Tell me.” He drew a sharp breath as she played the fat tip of his cock along her wet folds. “I want you to fuck me … sit on me …” Her eyes glazed over as she continued stimulating them both. “Did you like watching me with Tuvok?” “No,” he hissed, “hated it.” “Really? Why?” “Because I don’t like sharing,” he grunted, trying to lift his hips enough to penetrate her. “I share you, with your little Borg drone and those Delaney sluts.” There was something in her tone of voice that pierced the lustful fog around his brain. “Are you asking me to give them up?” “If I wanted that, I’d simply order you to,” she replied quickly, sinking onto his shaft before he could ask another question. “Oh yesss, that feels good … so good.” “Ohh hell, Kate … spirits, you’re the best … fuck …” “Mmm.” She set a hard, vigorous pace, slamming up and down on his throbbing cock and rubbing the spot above their joining. She whimpered loudly. “Untie me … let me touch you,” Chakotay begged, watching the gloved fingers swirling around her damp curls. “No … time!” she cried, stiffening and shrieking as her orgasm tore through her. “Oh hell, God, yesss!” Her body slumped over his and he longed to hold her. “Please, untie me.” “Fuck, you’re a good lay,” she breathed. He pushed upwards, trying to get a rhythm that would bring his own release and failing. “Not yet, my warrior. I need to catch my breath.” Chakotay gritted his teeth. “Kate … I’m begging you … my balls are aching …” She gave an innocent smile, “Are they?” “Yes!” “But I haven’t finished yet. I want your mouth on me,” she said, easing away from his bludgeoning erection and sliding her moist pussy along his body. Using one hand to support her, she used the fingers of the other to torment her slick folds. “I’m so wet, Chak-o-tay,” she whispered, rocking onto her pistoning digits. Chakotay’s blood was on fire, every part of him screaming at him to grab her and take her savagely from behind. Again, he tugged at the security cuffs, but to no avail. He promised himself that as soon as he was free, he was going to fill every orifice in her tiny body till she screamed out his name. Her gloved fingers dripped with her juices as she held them up. “Want to taste?” she asked, prising his lips open and forcing him to suck them clean. “Am I sweeter than those sluts?” “Hard to tell with the leather!” he snapped. “Fair point,” she conceded and moved a little higher to straddle his face. “Lick me,” came her throaty command. The angle was awkward and he really needed his fingers to open her to him, not that she noticed, rocking over his lips and gyrating against his chin. He jabbed his tongue upwards, and drew a swollen lip into his mouth then bit down. “Oh, God!” she yelped. Chakotay continued nipping her then tried yanking her coarse curls from their follicles. He hated pubic hair and knew she only kept it because of this. One day, he would hold her down and shave the whole tangled mess away then, afterwards, he would use her bald lips as a dinner plate, filling them with fruit and cold ice cream, mashing it into a pulp, fucking her with fingers coated in goo, pushing it inside … so far inside the Doctor wouldn’t be able to get it out … yes … freezing her clit with the coldness … and she’d beg him to empty her … to eat from her … he could see it … her pussy uncomfortably full and fat … waiting for him … so tasty … yesss … Janeway growled angrily as spurt upon spurt of hot cum splattered her back and buttocks, soaking her short hair. “What the fuck was you thinking?” He gave a languid grunt and turned his head from her, denying her any more cunninglingus for the moment. “You stupid fucker! If I’d wanted splashing with spunk, I’d have invited Harry over!” she ranted, climbing off and storming towards the bathroom. Chakotay watched, with amusement, as his ejaculate trickled down her spine in a shimmering, yeasty river. “Payback, bitch,” he muttered. Inside the bathroom, Janeway threw her gloves into the sink in disgust and activated the sonic shower. Five minutes later, she reappeared, clean, but mad as hell. “I guess your concubines find that endearing, do they?” she snapped. “Be flattered, it’s never happened before.” “Funny, I don’t feel flattered.” She did look cute, standing naked in the doorway, hands on hips and he felt a little guilty. “Kate, I’m sorry.” She gave a snort. “Perhaps I should let you go and call Tuvok back?” “If you want to seriously piss me off, do it!” Her lips formed a slight pout, as if she was deciding what course of action to take. “Kate, don’t call Tuvok … you deserve more than him …” “Like you, you mean?!” He took a breath. “I meant what I said earlier, I don’t like sharing, I want you, exclusively, no one else.” Her gaze softened a fraction. “Am I enough?” “More than enough. I’ll give them up, they’re nothing to me … I have … feelings for you.” “Still?” “Yes.” She was wavering. “Prove it. Prove to me you want me. Prove to me you’re telling the truth.” “Gladly, let me out of these restraints and I’ll prove it to you all night!” “No, I want more than that.” He could practically see the ideas running through her mind. “You degraded me, shaving my hair, humiliated me in front of my crew. You’re lucky I didn’t kill you.” “We’ll get the Doctor to fix it,” he placated, genuinely afraid of what she was going to suggest. “Earlier, you said you do things no one else on this ship would … for me. Well … I want you to do something unique for me, something to prove you want me.” It didn’t sound good. “Chak-o-tay,” she sashayed towards him and bent lower. He shuddered as her demand and hot breath vibrated in his ear ... and then it hit him. “You want me to what?” he shouted. “No! Absolutely not!” “No? Are you sure?” her lips suckled his earlobe. “It’s … vile and disgusting!” The bed moved as she settled alongside him, her body grinding against his. “Do it and I’ll fulfil all your desires,” she promised, lips moving over his chest. “No,” he groaned, losing himself in the torture of her touch. “Yes … for me … I’ll give you whatever you want … exclusively. No more seedy fucks … no more Tuvok, Harry, Mike … I’ll be your bitch … your slut …” her words were punctured by kisses and bites. “I know that’s what you want … you can tell the crew … all yours, darling …” “Spirits, Kate,” his voice was deep with longing. “Anything, baby …” moving her lower, she licked away the glistening chain of jism from the head of his cock. “So delicious …” “Kate … Kate …” he couldn’t stop groaning her name. “You can live here … with me … I’ll give you the baby Seska couldn’t … our baby … yours …” “Yesss …” It was out of his mouth before he realised and Janeway sat up with a satisfied smirk. “I knew the promise of a child would get to you, Chak-o-tay.” “You lying bitch!” Her voice softened. “No, I never lied. I meant every word.” “Kiss me.” This time her smile was genuine. “Sealed with a kiss,” she whispered and gave him a tender kiss. “I’ll go prepare.” Chakotay watched her crawl from the bed and leave the room. He heard the replicator’s whine as he laid thinking. She’d never kissed him like that before and certainly never spoken so affectionately. Perhaps she really did have a heart. Her shadow fell across the doorway and she paused, looking uncertain, and swigging from a litre bottle of cool water. “This should help,” she shrugged. “I’ve never done this before.” “I won’t be shackled when we do this,” he warned. Janeway eyed him suspiciously. “You will leave as soon as I release you.” He held her gaze. “No, no baby, I’ll never leave you again.” Taking another slug from the bottle, Kathryn crossed back to the bed and caressed his naked skin. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that? So dark and handsome. Do you have any idea how many of the crew lust for you? Not just the women either. Paris used to fantasise about sucking your cock … ever been tempted?” “By Paris?” “Him, or another man.” “No, men don’t turn me on.” “I just wondered,” her fingers left his skin and reached up to her own hair, “I mean, you made me look like this, I thought maybe you liked that …” “Kathryn,” Chakotay said, gently. “I’m sorry I cut your hair, I did it because I was jealous, but I swear I’ll never do that to you again. Please … Kate … please let me go, I want to hold you.” “Soon,” she answered, forcing more water down her throat. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” “Untie me!” he growled. Janeway climbed on top of his body, straddling his shoulders and tugging his hair to push his face against her pussy, massaging his lips into her auburn floss. “When you are mine, you will shave this off!” he told her. “Maybe.” Her dripping folds pushed against his mouth muffled any further complaint and she reached up to cover the release mechanism on the cuffs, waiting for the right moment to activate it. “Are you ready, Chakotay? I think it’s going to happen,” she warned, raising her hips slightly. “Do I have a choice?” he growled. “No, not at all,” she laughed and relaxed her inner muscles, moaning in delight as the warm deluge of urine spurted out and washed over Chakotay’s face and neck. “Drink it!” she ordered, altering her position and letting the golden shower flow freely into his mouth. He spluttered, unable to swallow the salty liquid that flooded his mouth. It was warm and sour, mixed with a little of her juices. He wanted more and offered his tongue for her to coat. “Yesss … yes darling … so hot … oh Chakotay … so hot!” she mewed. He heard the click that released his wrists and wasted no time in grabbing her hips and forcing her nearer to his watering mouth, not wanting to miss a single drop. “Sorry … can’t do anymore,” her apology was husky. “Fucking beautiful …” his tongue lapped at her then his hands pulled her fully onto him. “Kiss me.” Her body squelched in the abundant water that covered him, making her feel warm and dirty. She kissed him, hungrily, tasting herself in his mouth and clawing her nails over his skin. “God, I want you!” He cupped and kneaded her buttocks, pushing her wet centre against his rock hard shaft. “I’m going to fuck you.” “Yesss … oh God please, yes!” Chakotay moved quickly, tossing her body onto the bed and un-clasping his ankle cuffs then covering her, pressing her into the mattress. “Tell me what you want.” “You, inside me.” “Like this?” he challenged, thrusting hard and deep into her sodden pussy. She arched beneath him. “Yes … yes!” “Does it feel good?” he goaded, slamming into her. “Yes … so good … so big …” He grunted, “No, I think we could do better …” Janeway cried out as he withdrew and forced onto her hand and knees. “I’m no bitch in heat!” she snarled. His hand pushed her head into the pillow. “Maybe not, but I’m going to fuck you like one.” “Don’t you dare!” she growled, feeling him attach the restraints to her wrists. “I’ll throw you out of the nearest air-lock!” “Payback,” he chuckled, clamping the metal firmly shut and locking it to the bedpost. “There,” he stood back to admire the pale, gleaming butt that poked up in the air, “much better.” He slapped her buttock hard, just to prove a point. “You’re going to pay for this!” she raged. “I don’t doubt that for a moment.” She waited for his next move. “Can’t stand the suspense can you?” he tormented. “Go to hell!” He laughed and knelt behind her. She braced herself for the violent thrust of his cock. Instead she felt it rest on her buttocks. This was his plan, he was obviously going to shaft her anus. The bastard knew she didn’t enjoy that. Unwillingly, she tensed. “Relax, my Katie,” he whispered. “Just do it … you don’t care about me, only yourself! Well, fuck my ass till it bleeds, if that’s what you want, but you’ll never touch me again!” Chakotay let out a strangled moan and it took a moment for Janeway to identify the strange warmth that oozed along her spine and dripped from her dangling breasts. He was pissing on her, spraying her with his urine as she had done him. The acrid smell made her gag. “You’re meant to dilute it with plenty of water first, you stupid bastard!” she ground out. He sloshed his palms in it, spreading it into her hair, neck, cheeks, forcing her to suck it from his fingers, even as it continued to flow down the crack of her ass. “No more, you made your point!” His fingers pulled at her mouth. “Now you are truly mine, Kate.” She was about to argue when her cunt was suddenly filled and his fingers slid lower to yank on her distended nipples. “Shit! Some warning would’ve been nice!” His teeth bit at her spine, marking her. “I’m not nice.” “I know … oh God … know that!” she panted, counter-thrusting against him. “Harder …” “Demanding bitch!” Chakotay choked out, increasing his pace and hearing the slapping noise of his bollocks hitting her drenched pussy. “Come quickly, Kate … I won’t hold back for you …” “Yes … yesss …” The tempo was hard and violent and she was suffocating in the pillow, her vision blackened as she gasped for air and then the most amazing orgasm of her life tore though her, almost ripping her body apart with it’s intensity. Chakotay grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. “Don’t die on me!” he roared, pounding harder. “Ohh … ohh …” she gasped, still wracked with aftershocks that made her body tremble. “Kaaaaaate!” he screamed out her name and flooded her cervix with hot bursts of sticky cum. Her inner walls rippled and another smaller orgasm rocked her, making her arch and suck in her breath. “Oh God … Chakotay … Chakotay … oh God …” He slumped, not caring for the moment that his weight was fully on top of her. “Spirits …” “Can’t breathe!” she managed. Chakotay rolled to the side and eased her onto her back, wrists still cuffed above her head and enjoyed the nice view of her tits thrust upwards. He drew his finger around his earlier bite mark, it looked dark and angry. “Does this hurt?” “Not as much as these God-damn restraints!” she cursed. “Please, I’m tired, you’ve had your fun …” Chakotay deactivated the lock and tossed them to the floor. While his attention was diverted, Janeway swung her fist towards his chest, but found herself tight in his embrace. “You son of a bitch!” “You’re mad. You’re so horny when you’re mad.” “Damn straight I’m mad! You peed on me!” she squawked, struggling. He gripped her chin. “Kate, I love you.” She stopped fighting. “You … you what?” “I love you.” He kissed her softly. “You can’t!” “I can and I do. Question is, do you love me?” He watched her struggling to answer. “I’m not sure … I … can’t.” “Why, you screw me, why can’t you love me?” “Its different …” “How?” “Captains don’t fall in love!” “Bullshit, try another.” His eyes were open and honest, showing her the full depth of his emotions. “You’ll hurt me,” she whispered. “Only during sex,” he joked. “Other than that, I’ll never hurt you again.” “I’ll be vulnerable.” “I’ll protect you … and our babies.” She looked tearful. “I want to give you those, Chakotay.” “And you will.” * Epilogue: Eighteen months later, Janeway panted and writhed, her body covered in sweat. She was screaming in agony, desperately trying to push her child into the world. Three decks below, Commander Chakotay was also panting and writhing and covered in sweat, grinding his body into that of a female trade ambassador. In sickbay, a shrill cry echoed around the sterile room. Janeway sobbed in relief and held her arms open for her child. The android Doctor unceremoniously handed the baby to its mother. “Oh, he’s perfect,” she cooed, cradling her son to her breast and admiring his dark features and distinguished pointy ears. The End Feedback? Return to my smut index for another tale |
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