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"HOW MIRANDA FOUND HER GROOVE"
Hope you like it... Big thank you to Sal for her help.
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Summary: Miranda needed to find her groove, what a better place to do so than at a Rumarie Festival...
"How Miranda Found Her Groove"
As with every morning for the last six months, Miranda made her way down the hall under the artificial lighting beneath the Vulcan Embassy. This morning promised to be a hot one, so she was relieved that her office was on sub-one: the basement. At least it was a little cooler down there and she could attend to her work in some comfort. As she passed through the hall, a few others had started their work earlier than usual and she wondered why...but that thought soon left as she entered her office and found her office-neighbor, Shyron patiently waiting.
She looked at him and entered the room. Like most Vulcans, he looked comfortable in what her human blood took as this searing heat. Her jacket was already damp with perspiration, but she was not about to strip it off in front of this man.
"Good morning, Shyron," she formally greeted while making her way to her desk. Shyron remained silent but nodded a greeting. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked while nervously moving some PADDs about. She wouldn't dare look him in the face in case she blushed. She always blushed when she had to speak with Shyron. She was sure he had taken notice of her condition as he usually kept the conversation minimal and retreated as soon as he had finished.
"You can do nothing for me, Miss Miranda, but for the Ambassador you can," he said and noticed the customary redness overtaking her complexion.
"The Ambassador? What could I possibly do for him?" she asked while feeling the warmth creep across her cheek.
"You have been compiling data on files 678a and 678b..." It was an observation rather than a question.
Miranda looked at him, her eyes widened. She reached for the data PADDs she had just shuffled through and briefly glanced at them. "Yes, here they are," she replied while retrieving two PADDs from the pile, "but they are not complete as yet."
Miranda laid the PADDs on the desk and the pile began to topple. She managed to catch all but one. Simultaneously Shyron and Miranda rounded the desk and bent to pick it up. Miranda's hand brushed his. In surprised embarrassment, she pulled back and allowed him to retrieve the PADD.
The stoic male seemed unaffected by her touch. He perfunctorily handed the small triangular device back to her and stood back up. Miranda took it and held it to her breast. "I will have the data completed this afternoon, Shyron. I was unaware that it was a rush job."
"Only last night was it brought to my attention that the Ambassador needed the data as soon as possible. It was an oversight on all parts I am sure," he levelly replied.
"As soon as I am finished, I will bring it up to the main office," she said feeling rather awkward.
"Very well, Miss Miranda. I will inform Ambassador Sarek to expect you." He bowed his head slightly, turned then left.
Miranda took a deep breath and lay the PADD on top of the desk. She dreaded having to go up to the main office. She dreaded even more having to be in the company of the Ambassador. She had met him only a half a dozen times since she had started working at the Embassy. At each instance she had been so intimidated by his presence that she would avoid him whenever she could. She knew she was being foolish, as he would never knowingly intimidate her. But his whole deportment made her edgy. And now she had promised to take the PADDs directly to him.
She sat down to begin work. Perhaps there was a way to avoid it? Just maybe she could persuade, her associate, T'Mar, to deliver them.
At mid-day meal Miranda was in the break room organizing the data for her final report. She looked up and saw T'Mar entering the now empty room.
"T'Mar, may I speak with you?" she asked with a sweet smile.
The Vulcan procured a glass of fruit water then joined Miranda. "Yes, Miranda, how may I help you?" she asked while taking a seat across from her.
"I was wondering, T'Mar, if you could do me a favour?"
"A favour? That would be a helpful or considerate act... if I can." T'Mar replied then sipped on her fruit water.
Miranda entered a few lines into the PADD in hand then retrieved another from her bag. She handed both to T'Mar. "Would you take these up to Ambassador Sarek?"
T'Mar took the PADDs, glanced at them, then handed them back. "Miranda, I believe that you should deliver them. Inevitably, the Ambassador will have questions." She placed her empty glass on the table.
"T'Mar, please, just this one favour." Miranda pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Miranda but you should deliver them. You must overcome your inability to interact with people. You've been here for six months and I'm the only one you speak with. I assure you, you have no reason to fear the Ambassador." T'Mar pushed her chair back and stood. "Just bring him the PADDs then leave." The Vulcan woman compassionately offered.
Miranda looked up at her and sighed, "You won't do it then?"
"No Miranda, I will not."
"I guess you're right, I'll have to start facing people and I guess this is as good as any a time to start." Miranda sighed, resigned to her dreadful task.
T'Mar nodded her head in encouragement. "You'll see, it will not be hard at all." T'Mar turned to leave then turned back. "Will you be joining me at the Rumarie Festival this weekend?" she inquired.
"You still haven't told me what it's all about," Miranda replied as the jitters in her stomach began to take hold.
"I can assure you it will do wonders for your self-esteem." T'Mar's lips curled into what Miranda thought to be a smile.
She returned an uncertain smile. "Yes, I'll join you. After all I have nothing else to do this weekend... or any other for that matter."
"Then I'll pick you up tomorrow evening." She smiled again and left Miranda to the task of trying to get up her courage to face the Vulcan Ambassador.
The human gathered the PADDs and her nerve and went to meet him.
"You may go in. The Ambassador will see you now," the proper Vulcan female receptionist suggested.
Miranda headed for the door, clasping the PADDs closer to her breasts. She stopped at the door then reached out to knock. She noticed that her hand trembled slightly and she closed her fist to try and stop it. She gave the door a gentle knock. There was no answer. She knocked again a little louder and waited. "Enter," came a voice from within. Miranda put her hand on the handle, took a deep breath then opened the door.
Once inside, she remained standing and left the door ajar. She noticed the Ambassador behind his desk not paying much attention to her. She shifted from one foot to the other and cleared her throat. "Ambassador, I have the files that you requested," she offered in a voice slightly louder than a whisper.
Her voice drew Sarek's attention away from the PADD. He set the stylus and data PADD down on the desk. "Indeed," was his reply as his black endless eyes took in her form. "Please close the door, T'sai Miranda."
Miranda felt anxiety rising within, as her mouth suddenly became very dry. She reached behind her and pushed the door until she heard it click closed. She waited with her feet riveted to the spot, unable to take her eyes off him. After what seemed an eternity the Ambassador stood.
"The PADDs... if I may?" he requested while holding out his hand.
Miranda pulled herself out of her trance and took a shaky step forward, then another until she stood a foot from his desk. She lifted her leaden hand, reached across the desk to hand over the PADDs. Sarek, ignorant of the human's extreme discomfort, sedately accepted them and immediately began to view them. Miranda watched the intensity as he perused the PADDs. She noticed his dark hair, glinted with gray. She noticed his arched eyebrows and his ears. She lowered her gaze to his broad shoulders then to his chest and was aware of her hands starting to perspire... so nerve raking.
Sarek felt her gaze upon him and halted his reading. He put aside the PADDs and coolly offered," All seems in order." He noticed her quick nod of agreement. The Ambassador subtly looked her up and down, taking in all aspects of her pleasing form. "Are you finding your employment with the Embassy... satisfactory?" He would normally not ask such a question, but he sensed her uneasiness and believed some small talk would be calming. He noticed her dark blue eyes staring at him.
She shifted and turned her gaze from his stare. "Yes, I find all aspects of Vulcan satisfactory, Ambassador." She dared to look back into his face.
"Indeed..." he evenly replied as he came away from his desk. Miranda watched his slow approach towards her. She had to take a step back; his heat was overpowering. "Are you satisfied with your office?" Ambassador Sarek's soft baritone caressed her ear. She wondered why he would ask such a trivial question. Her curiosity was piqued and it showed upon her face.
He noticed her puzzling look. "I could have you re-situated to the main floor if you wish?" Sarek offered.
Miranda suddenly found her voice, "That will not be necessary, Ambassador. I am quite comfortable where I am." She was quite aware of the heat that surrounded her and felt the damp perspiration on the small of her back beneath her jacket. She also felt a slight wetness starting to form between her legs as she took in his male scent. She knew that her voice sounded feeble but her desire to flee was overpowering. "If we are finished, Sir... I have work to attend too."
Sarek's brow slightly quirked, "Yes, of course... for now," he added in a bemused undertone. Miranda bowed her head, turned then hastened towards door. In amusement he watched the meek little human female hurry out. He had not meant to intimidate her but she was too easy.
Once back in the safety of the in the hall, Miranda took a deep breath and sagged against his closed door. She could still feel his eyes upon her and she shivered a little.
"Are you unwell, Miss Miranda?"
The voice startled Miranda and she jumped in surprise. She looked into the concerned face of Shyron then quickly composed herself. "Yes, I am fine Shyron," was her clipped retort.
The Vulcan watched her rush off towards the stairs. Still slightly confused by her curtness, he entered the
Ambassador's office.
The next evening T'Mar waited in her air-car outside of Miranda's dwelling. It had been nearly twenty minutes and the Vulcan woman's patience had run out. She had gotten out of the car, prepared to climb the stairs and knock on the door to encourage her friend, when the small human emerged, closing the door behind her.
"Are you ready now?" T'Mar requested as she leaned against her vehicle.
"I believe so..." Miranda replied as she lugged her heavy case down the steep staircase to the air-car waiting at the street. The air car shook as she shoved her case into the back seat.
T'Mar looked at the size of the case, but decided not to say anything. "Shall we go? We have a few hours to travel before we reach the site of the Rumarie."
"Are you going to tell me what it's all about?" Miranda inquired as she buckled in. The human still had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she thought it couldn't be too bad. After all these were Vulcans and what trouble could they possibly get into too?
Knowing that Miranda would have backed out, T'Mar had not told her anything about the Rumarie Festival. The Vulcan woman felt the festival would be good for her friend... to open her up a bit. "I think you will have to just wait and see. It's too complicated to explain," T'Mar cryptically offered.
Miranda looked her friend, finding it hard to believe that a Vulcan would find any thing complicated to explain. But she trusted T'Mar and let the issue rest. A few hours later they were sailing across the desert; the sun was just disappearing below the horizon. As she shifted in her seat, Miranda wondered where the hell they were going. "Are you sure this is the right way?" Miranda queried. "I mean there's nothing here..."
"I assure you we are heading in the right direction." T'Mar pointed to the west... "Keep your eyes on the horizon. Anytime now you'll see where we are heading."
Miranda squinted her eyes and waited for the red glow of the dying sun to dip below the horizon then she spied it. As if by magic they appeared. Pinpricks of light glowed like tiny dancing stars in the now black sky. "There it is!" Miranda exclaimed.
"Yes, that's where Rumarie is being held this year." T'Mar enjoyed her friend's exuberance. It was a delightful change from her usual dejected, dull self.
"I really would like to know what kind of Festival we are going too," Miranda asked yet again.
"Soon you will see for yourself, Miranda." T'Mar gave a little smile and flew the air car across the stretch of sand to reach their destination. Shortly they reached the brightly-lit oasis then got out of the air-car. Miranda was awestruck. Never had she seen as much greenery on Vulcan as she saw in front of her right now. The temperature dropped not just from the impending night but from the cool moist breeze that blew from a hidden water shed.
Above her, amidst the foliage were small glass bowls suspended on thin chains, each holding a floating candle. She pulled the closest branch down and looked inside the glittering bowl and saw it was filled with a golden liquid. She sniffed and took in the heady aroma of sandalwood oil. She dipped her finger in the rich oil and traced a path along her neck then into her cleavage.
From inside the green shrine, music floated out. Soft, sensual string and reed tones reached her ears. She closed her eyes and swayed to the lulling melody. T'Mar's voice brought her out of the sensual reverie. Miranda returned to the air car and was now very anxious to find out what Rumarie was. T'Mar pulled a bag out from the back seat of the air car and took out two bundles.
Passing one to Miranda, the Vulcan bid her to put it on.
Miranda opened the package then smiled. "A gift?" The Vulcan silently nodded then encouraged her friend to proceed. Miranda hastily removed her outer clothing and slipped into the robe.
T'Mar smiled as she suggested, "Take off your sandals and underclothes." She pulled her own ivory hued robe over her nude form.
"But it's sheer... you'll be able to see everything!" Miranda exclaimed.
"Of course... that's the purpose." T'Mar stated.
A convinced Miranda followed suit and removed her under clothes, letting the silkiness of the material flow over her naked body.
After dressing, Miranda strolled back to the foliage and tried to peer through. As she pushed aside a branch of blooming night orchids to gain a better view, two Vulcans approached the oasis. A petite female and a much larger male were dressed in robes similar to hers and T'Mar's. Miranda stood back to allow them to pass. The female smiled at her and pushed through the branches.
Miranda had noticed that there was certainly a lot of smiling going on, T'Mar and now this Vulcan... she wondered if it was the festival that brought the smile so openly to their usually stoic faces.
The male stopped, surveyed her then placed his finger to the side of her face. "Very nice," he softly commented as his paired fingers gently traced along her lip line. Miranda's eyes widened at his touch, then she watched him chase after his mate.
T'Mar came to her side. "Are you ready to experience Rumarie?" she asked.
"I think so...Did you see what that man did?" Miranda asked with a gleeful a smile on her face.
"That's only the beginning," T'Mar smiled back.
"Can we go in now?" Miranda eagerly asked as she peeked through the foliage.
T'Mar took the hairpins from Miranda's hair. It fell in a honey blonde cascade just below her shoulders. "Yes, I think we can go in now." T'Mar held aside the branches and nodded for Miranda to enter the oasis.
When they reached the center, an astounded Miranda couldn't believe her eyes. Everywhere oil bowls hung, seemingly suspended in air. The fragrance was heady and very sensual. Vulcans easily strolled along the pathways, talking, touching. The human could feel the energy that surrounded the center of the oasis. Overwhelmed, she leaned against a tree as she took it all in. On her right, a Vulcan male was watching her. He licked his lips then smiled. Miranda suddenly felt vulnerable and she turned to shadow her naked body beneath the sheer fabric of the robe. She felt a little embarrassed watching what was going on around her, yet strangely aroused.
She felt T'Mar tap her shoulder and she turned to face her. "I'll be right back," she informed her then started to walk off.
"Wait a minute!" Miranda grabbed her friend's arm. "You can't leave me here alone!"
The Vulcan released her worried friend's hand. "You'll be fine... enjoy yourself, th'y'la," she said while giving Miranda that unnerving smile then walked off leaving Miranda in the shadows.
Alone for the moment, the human let the music and aroma carry her away. She swayed gently beneath the sweet foliage, feeling the fragile leaves caress her arms. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to be as open as everyone around her was. She opened her eyes and noticed an approaching female. The Vulcan was tall with long black hair that flowed down her back. Her sheer robe clung to her like a second skin. She halted before Miranda and smiled.
"You are alone?" she asked in a sultry voice.
Miranda shook her head 'no'. "My friend will be back soon," she smiled back.
The woman drew closer and lifted her hand to the side of her face. "Your first time?" was her seductive inquiry.
Miranda caught her scent and swayed with its erotic aroma. "Yes," she gasped.
"Then I welcome you." She leaned forward and put her lips upon Miranda's.
Miranda's eyes opened wide but let the statuesque lady finish her sisterly kiss. When she did the Vulcan put her finger into the small, paste-filled crystal jar she carried. She daubed the white cream across Miranda's lips. Before Miranda had time to recover from this surprise the Vulcan slipped her hand inside Miranda's robe and smeared the remainder between her legs. A startled Miranda pulled back. The Vulcan shot her a sinister smile then sashayed away. Miranda had no idea what had just happened. But she started to feel very hot, especially where the Vulcan had touched her between her legs. She decided to look for T'Mar, since standing where she was seemed to invite too many stares.
She made her way through the pathways, trying to blend in with the bushes. From this vantage she could see what everyone else was doing. At times she would stop and stare, astonished at what she was seeing, but unable to turn away. Everywhere Vulcans had gathered in two's and three's. She even saw five in a tangle of arms and legs, and heard many more sensual moans and groans. She smiled and walked on, still feeling the wonderful sensation between her legs.
She wondered what was in those paste-filled crystal jars, since many of those jars were in the hands of the others. There were a few empty discards just lying around and she noticed one on a moss-covered knoll. Curious, she walked over to investigate. She glanced around to see whether anyone was watching her... they weren't. She lifted the jar up and sniffed it. Her senses were assaulted and she instinctively pulled it away from her nose. Her head started to spin and she felt warm inside. She lifted it back up and took another sniff, this time she held it longer and took in its heady scent. She closed her eyes and let the fumes seep down through all her senses then she pulled the jar away from her nose. She felt herself sway then lowered herself to the moss covered ground.
The woozy human took some of the contents of the jar and brought it to her lips. Gingerly she put the tip of her tongue to it and took it within her mouth. It didn't taste unpleasant, a little spicy but quite pleasurable. She put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. "MMhhhh," she moaned as the substance swiftly started to work.
Just as she was about to dip her finger back in, she heard someone beside her. Miranda turned and looked up.
"Miss... Miranda?" Shyron's tone matched the surprise upon his face. "I didn't know you were coming to the Festival."
Miranda warmly smiled up at Shyron. He was stunning in the dim, warm light cast by Vulcan's sister orb, T'Khut. Wondering if she were intoxicated, Miranda pushed up from the ground. He held out his hand to steady her as she rose. "Yes, T'Mar invited me, she said I would enjoy it." Miranda smiled.
"And are you enjoying it?" he asked while pushing her hair back over her shoulder.
"Immensely!" she brightly replied while raising the jar to Shyron's face. "What is this beautiful concoction?" Her balance wavered and she found herself leaning slightly against him.
The Vulcan man dipped his finger into the jar then smeared the cream upon her breast. "This, Miranda, is Rillan grease." The Vulcan's smooth voice, like his touches, lulled her into a hypnotic bliss. She saw how his own dark eyes smoldered from the effects of Rillan. The paste seeped in through her sheer gown and warmed her skin.
To Miranda, it was as if this handsome Vulcan man was anointing her or perhaps he was wiping away her resolve and inhibitions. Either way it was a soothing salve for these lonely past six months.
His feverish strong hands massaged and kneaded her supple breasts. Between his slick fingers, he rolled her sensitive nipples. Miranda's modesty gradually dissolved with each tantalizing touch of Shyron's able fingers. Lost in the surreal touches, Miranda never protested as Shyron unclipped the tab on her robe. He bent closer until his lips brushed her ear.
"This Miranda, is Vulcan magic." His voice was heavy and the warmth of his breath sent shivers through her body.
He proceeded to massage the velvety grease onto one breast, then the other. Miranda gasped as a warm tingling sensation started to rise beneath his fingers. She clutched his hand still. She wanted, she needed a moment to catch her breath.
"You do not wish this?" A disappointed Shyron whispered again into her ear.
She turned her face and her lips brushed along his ear. Her feather light lip touches continued along his smooth jaw then finally reached his neck. She released her grip on his wrists and he resumed massaging a path from her breasts downward. Miranda sighed and leaned into him feeling his fingers dance over her flesh. He stopped briefly only to dip his fingers into the jar that she clutched in her hand. With a renewed vigor, Shyron rubbed the warm grease into her lower abdomen. In slow sensuous circles, he edged his way down until he reached her mound. Miranda swayed then gasped as he opened her sex and slid his two fingers into her wetness.
Miranda could no longer disregard the hardness that pressed against her belly. Urgent need overwhelmed the usually bashful woman as she plunged her fingers into the jar then swabbed the base of his manhood with Rillan. Gently she drew her fingertips along the length of his shaft... he moaned deeply and let his fingers slide deep into her. She lurched forward claiming all she could. At the same time her petite hand grasped his solid erection and felt his sticky pre-cum. Invigorated by his moans, Miranda gave Shyron's length a few hardy strokes. Shyron thrust his fingers deep inside of her then out again, the wet sound of her flesh inflaming his arousal.
"Let me share a human kiss with thee." With his other hand he brought her face to his and pushed his tongue into her eager mouth.
Miranda moaned then dropped the jar. She heard it roll then nestle into the soft moss beside their feet. She took his tongue within her mouth and allowed him to take hers. Their passion flared as tongues engaged each other. Explosions of stars formed within their minds and intense heat spread within their bellies. Miranda stiffened as the fire consumed her. In a mind-numbing, spine-shivering climax, Miranda's pent-up passions exploded, releasing her honey.
Shyron continued to thrust his finger into her, feeling her essence dripping down and covering his hand. Miranda picked up the pace to satisfy his thrusting meat within her hand. Her legs started to buckle and she sank to her knees. She kissed the length of his shaft causing him to moan and thrust harder, quicker into her waiting hand. Shyron placed his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. She reached the end of his deeply greened cock and licked the engorged head taking the warm pre-cum onto her tongue. Shyron's body tensed then his passion exploded. His spurting fluid covered her hand and chest. Miranda opened her mouth and took in his gleaming shaft. She cleaned the still pulsating head as the last spurts left it's housing.
Shyron collapsed to his knees and pulled her down onto the cool moss. The smoldering Vulcan kissed the warmth that was her mouth then wrapped his arms around her and both fell into a satiated darkness. Sometime later, Shyron woke to the sounds of a couple only a few feet away performing their own sexual ritual... he smiled and turned to reach for Miranda to satisfy his mounting urge, but she was gone.
He quickly stood, clasped his robe closed and went looking for her. He found her with T'Mar, sitting at the edge of a pool, her blonde hair still dark and wet from the swim she had indulged in. He casually ambled over to them. Miranda stood as he approached. "You are awake.." she smiled him a welcome. He returned a small smile and nodded to T'Mar who also rose from her comfortable pool side spot.
"Are you enjoying the Festival, Shyron?" T'Mar affectionately inquired.
"As much as you are T'Mar," Shyron replied as he stroked Miranda's cheek.
Out of the corner of her eye, Miranda noticed another making his way through the foliage. Her belly went cold as she realized who it was. "The Ambassador is here?" she whispered to T'Mar. The human was rather shocked that he would attend something like this.
Shyron turned and acknowledged the passing Sarek with a slight bow of his head. Sarek never paused in his stroll but rather he inclined his head then continued on his view of the surroundings.
"I never thought the Ambassador would find something like this to his liking," Miranda commented then noticed how Sarek was now watching them from where he stood.
"He has on occasion attended Rumarie Festivals, but not in recent years," Shyron responded as he stroked Miranda's buttocks.
"Perhaps I should welcome him?" Miranda coyly smiled.
Shyron nodded his agreement then ceased the delicate caresses to her enticing rear. Miranda bent down to pick up the now nearly empty jar of Rillan grease. She took Shyron by the hand and started forward. But she turned back... "Are you coming T'Mar?"
T'Mar's gaze darted over towards Sarek then back to Miranda. "No," she replied, "he's too... demanding...."
"How would you know?" Miranda asked.
T'Mar offered a sly smile then retreated down a pathway. "One hears things," she tossed over her shoulder then vanished behind a clump of greenery.
After T'Mar's cryptic reply, a curious Miranda joined Shyron. Together they cautiously approached the Ambassador. "Good evening Ambassador," Miranda graciously greeted. She decided not to smile since she noticed Sarek's level gaze.
"Good evening, T'sai Miranda," the elder finally acknowledged her. With pleasure he noted her perky pink nipples beneath her flattering sheer robe. She was more enticing than he had imagined. Sarek murmured, "Greetings, Shyron," while not taking his eyes off Miranda.
Shyron bowed his head slightly. "S'haile" the younger man replied as he took a single step back.
Swept up in all the ritual and the Rillan, Miranda offered the jar to Ambassador Sarek. "Magic," she intoned as a smile played upon her lips.
Sarek scooped out a gob of Rillan grease. "Magic indeed..." he said and placed his finger beneath under her chin. Slowly he drew down her neck until his fingertip rested in between her breasts.
Miranda closed her eyes and basked in the sheer pleasure of his touch. She opened her eyes and smiled, dipping her finger into the jar and scraping out the remaining grease. She didn't want to waste it so she moved her hand beneath his robe and smeared the precious grease on his groin, rubbing gently until she felt his member jump and start to harden. "May I welcome you to Rumarie?" she asked already knowing the answer.
Sarek was a little taken aback. This was not the young woman who had stood in his office only days before. Her timidity and anxiety had been melted away by the magic of Rumarie. And he felt the heat of the Rillan and her touch mounting a desire that he only had mused about when they had first met at the Embassy.
Perhaps it was her name, that so closely resembles his late wife's, or the wildness of her hair or the sensual way she looked at him. But he was certain that this Rumarie would be one he would remember.
Sarek reached for her hand, which grasped his member and assisted her as she slowly slipped his foreskin back and forth. He brought her other hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips, letting the remaining Rillan coat his lips. He looked into her eyes. "I would be honored, Miranda," he smirked as he felt his need rising.
Sarek held onto her hand and started to lead her off to a more secluded area. But Miranda resisted. She turned back to Shyron, who had been standing by, quietly watching their interaction. "Join us, Shyron?" Miranda cooed.
Sarek looked from Miranda to Shyron and he detected a connection. "Of course, join us..." the Ambassador magnanimously offered. With Miranda and now Shyron in tow, Sarek led them off into a mossy alcove.
Shyron had procured a jar of Rillan grease on their way and handed it to Miranda. She smiled as she accepted it then stood in front of Sarek. She drew out an ample amount and handed the jar back to Shyron. Sarek unclipped the tab of his robe and stood waiting for her touch. She evenly rubbed the grease over her palms then leaned forward and kissed his chest, taking his nipple into her mouth. She toyed with it between her teeth causing him to moan.
She carefully moved aside his robe and placed both her hands around his hardened cock. Sarek reached and touched her face as she started to masturbate him with both hands. He slowly thrust into her cupped hands enjoying the immense pleasure of the grease on her heated hands. Miranda dropped to her knees and took the head of his swollen shaft into her mouth tasting the flowing drops of his promised cum. She moved her tongue around the tip inserting it into his slit to suck out more of the sweet liquid, then around the double ridges causing his breath to catch. She continued this, feeling his member pulsating in her mouth. Sarek started to thrust deeper, as sweat soaked his body.
Miranda felt a sudden rush of the power she now held over him. She felt him bending to her will, with every touch, every movement she could feel his control wavering every so gradually. She felt his essence flowing into her hot and eager mouth and knew she would never again feel intimidated by this Vulcan.
He opened his eyes and held out his hand to Shyron, who approached without hesitation. Sarek took hold of his face and traced his fingers down the young man's jaw. Shyron raised and offered the Elder his two paired fingers. Sarek accepted without hesitation and shared the delicious passion that surged through him.
Suddenly he pushed Shyron back and put his hands on either side of Miranda's face... his eyes were burning with the fire of passion. He thrust once, twice and exploded into her, his seed seeping from the corners of her mouth. He continued to pump slowly his cock spurting sporadically until he was empty. Miranda fell back onto the moss-covered ground and gasped for air. Sarek took a deep breath and joined her.
He placed his hand between her legs and moved to her sex, which dripped with eager anticipation. She lay down flat on the moss as he entered her with his fingers and started pleasuring her. She squirreled beneath his heated touch. Shyron came to kneel beside them. He hovered over Miranda, bent low then sucked her nipple into his mouth. Miranda moaned and raised her hips to meet Sarek's thrusting fingers. He pulled his hand away from her and positioned himself in between her legs.
Miranda needed to be pleasured; she ached from the tortuous fire between her legs. Sarek bent down and put his face between her legs. His warm tongue opened her sex. She thrust at his face feeling his tongue prodding deeper into her then out again. Shyron continued sucking hard upon her nipple then lowered his hand to pleasure himself. In a bright flash she exploded; her honey spilled into Sarek's waiting mouth. Shyron let go and his seed spilled over her breasts. The spent trio lay down and fell into each other's arms and waited for their energy to return.
Miranda awoke and looked up into the velvet dark that hung above her, cradling T'Khut. Vulcan's sister world hung directly over the center of the oasis, casting a red hue over everything beneath her. Her sliver of golden horns tucked neatly at the base of the red planet. Her face gazed unmoved by the revelry below in her honor. Miranda pushed herself up taking care not to awaken the still sleeping Vulcans. She picked up her robe, slipped it on then made her way out of the alcove. She found a large moss covered boulder and sat upon it. Around her was a myriad of sleeping forms that lay entwined in each other's arms, exhausted from the passions of the Rumarie. From the shadows she heard the odd moans of those that still carried on the celebration. She smiled and wondered whom T'Mar had found to share the ritual with.
She got up and stretched, reaching her arms high above her head towards T'Khut. Such a strange sensation filled her. She wondered how a planet could bring normally controlled Vulcans to the frenzy of passion? She wondered if it was now over and should she seek out T'Mar?
From behind, two arms enfolded her and pulled her close. She tilted her head back to find Sarek ready to claim her again. "Will it be over soon?" she asked as his hand caressed her breast.
"No, we have many hours until the ritual ends," he whispered into her ear.
Miranda smiled and turned to face him. "Then perhaps we should make every minute count?" the human purred.
The Ambassador raised his eyebrow and for the first time that night, he smiled. "Indeed."
For the first time since her arrival on this desert planet, Miranda felt an acceptance. Perhaps it was the physical pleasures or could it be the attentions of these beautifully mysterious men whom she was attracted to? Either way the human felt as if matters on Vulcan would work out for her and a now confident Miranda humorously considered that perhaps she *should * have her office moved to the main floor.
A.J. Ward
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