Joyride (Part 3 of 3) [18+]

Posted on 22 May 2024 @ 5:56pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Edited on on 22 May 2024 @ 5:56pm

3,718 words; about a 19 minute read

Mission: Episode 19 - Tomorrow's Galileo
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Main Shuttlebay
Timeline: MD 04, 1923 hrs

Previously, on Joyride (Part 2)...

"Glazhau na' nash-veh. Ha." (Look at me. Yes.) Sera purred in Vulkhansu, caressing the side of his face with her fingertips, finding the temptation to initiate a meld with him growing ever stronger, and with his UT across the room still attached to his jacket, Lamar had no idea exactly what she said to him. No matter.

Sera used her hand to angle his member so that he notched into the opening of the channel that led to her womb and slowly lowered herself down upon him. Even in this, she was direct - showing no hesitancy or shyness. What had been kindled must now burn to extinguishment. Her breathing rushed out between clenched teeth as she felt the temporary sting of his invasion.

And Now, the Conclusion...

[ON]

The last words in Federation Standard Lamar heard were 'I...may hurt you'. And he welcomed it. There was no physical pain he could imagine which he hadn't already experienced before or which would do anything less than increase their intimacy. At least, he hoped. The way she touched his phallus and looked into his eyes with a burning and intimidating Vulcan desire...only caused his pulse to throb faster.

Sera spoke again to him. This time without his translator and in her own language. He couldn't comprehend what she was saying but her fingers' gentle motions across his face made him look into her eyes again. They were filled with pleasure and devoid of harm. Still so beautiful. Then she slid atop of him.

There were very few experiences better in life than being a starving grunt suddenly rescued from an engagement with the Jem'Hadar and given a hot meal. Yet now, with his new engineering friend, this moment became one of those exceptions. Lamar's eyes closed when he felt her slip down onto him. She was warm, slick and taut. "..Sera.." he mumbled, his eyes closing while reaching out with both hands to clasp the sides of her hips.

Her name--at least the version of it that most aliens did not seem to have a problem with, slipped forth from his lips. Lamar gripped her hips, pushing her down onto him until he was completely sheathed inside of her. She felt the throb of his slower pulse deep within her as she reached out to grip his shoulders. Throwing her head back, Sera again closed her eyes with a sigh. She began ride him, slowly rising up and down - gently at first, in order to gauge his reaction. The feral creature within her yowled to hurry and take her own pleasure, but she resisted the urge to move at a rhythm she innately knew would not be conducive to mutual satisfaction.

Tilting her head back to face Lamar, Sera reopened her eyes to stare back into his with a hooded gaze. Her fingers again brushed against the psi-points of his face, and she felt her resolve slipping. Telepathic connection was not required, but it was preferred...to share pleasure communally was the pinnacle of Vulcan erotica...but the dangers involved in creating such connections while delving into such taboo physical sensation stilled her hand...for now. As it was, this experience was far preferable to any sexual encounter she had endured previously, but there was a small part that was aghast at what she was engaging in.

Her nails clawed lines over his shoulders and down his chest as her mouth began to trail small, sharp nips and licks down his chin and throat till she had focused her attention on the side of his neck that was free of 'ornamentation.'

The juncture of his throat was too much of a temptation to deny, and she bit deeply drawing blood that tasted of salt and metal.

She pulled away, licking the crimson stain from her lips and shuddering at the taste of it...His smell...his taste...to a Vulcan it was sex incarnate.

Lamar let out an audible grunt when he felt the kindness of her lips suddenly become primal. The bite was hard and it hurt, which caused his legs to flinch and his grip on her waist to involuntarily tighten even more. Then the pain quickly subsided when he felt her tongue grace the wound. And for some reason, he tilted his head toward hers to indicate unspoken approval.

He reciprocated to the best of his Human ability and slid his hands up her torso to her upper chest where each one of his palms angrily cupped each of Sera's breasts in retaliation and forcefully squeezed them.

The pleasure-pain raced through her as his hands grasped at her chest, and she 'purred' at his ministrations, and as a reward increased her pace, riding him now with a punishing pace. Every thrust built on each other, creating a strange slow-burning sensation deep within her. However, it was one-sided...she couldn't 'feel' what he was feeling.

"Humans...you are more...docile than I imagined."

Docile? Weak..subservient? That intimate and confrontational parlay prompted him to raise both he and Sera from their sitting position to their feet after he moved his hands to her butt for leverage. Together again, he carried the two of them to the bulkhead before her back gently slammed into it while he continued to kiss her then released her legs to the ground. "Turn around and face the panel," he said between breaths.

That she was so rudely upended from her ministrations was rather unexpected, and yet the feral creature awoken by all this 'foolishness' within her purred in delight. Yes - he was strong. Sera raised a brow at his order for her to turn around as he deposited her onto her feet. It seemed counterproductive to their activities, but she would 'play along' in the moment. She obeyed his directive, but looked over her shoulder catching a glimpse of her long braid trailing down her spine, and focusing on Lamar's fathomless eyes as he studied her with a hungry expression.

"What else do you desire of me then...Lamar?" Sera asked in accented standard.

He caught the glance of her seductive eyes before his hands pulled her butt outward then pressed down on the arch of her smooth lower torso. He reached between her legs then slowly let his fingers caress the outer lips of her core before slipping another one between the folds. She felt slick with Human-like body anatomy and he glanced down to guide his already-hard member back into her from behind until it penetrated firmly against her alien cervix.

He gripped the backs of her shoulders then began to thrust; slowly at first then harder and harder, as if his sense of Human manhood required it. The consecutive thrusts were accompanied by the soft slapping sounds of his lower abdomen connecting against the Vulcan's cheeks which echoed throughout the inside of the small shuttlecraft.

Sera's hands scrabbled at the bulkhead, finally finding purchase against his more aggressive onslaught. The change in angle and with every thrust bottoming out inside of her, started to create a building friction that was rather hard to ignore. Every forceful pass elicited a breathy exhalation that at first Sera did not even recognize as coming from her own throat. Such sounds were wanton--taboo even--but she couldn't help herself. Didn't want to help herself. Everything was slipping; nothing mattered but the pure sensation within the moment.

"Lerash!" (Harder!) She ordered in a lust-filled Vulkansu that was most unlike the Vulcan engineer.

The foreign language command was simple enough to interpret despite his lack of language proficiency. Lamar's left hand reached out then grasped the nape of Sera's elegantly braided ponytail while he leaned forward and pressed his chest into her back. He tugged on her hair to pull her chin high and hold it there while his other arm forcefully wrapped around her waist to keep her in place. Harder was the order and so it would be executed.

The thrusts from Darius' pelvis increased in frequency and forcefulness, now slamming into her with increased intensity approximately every 0.3 seconds. Hopefully with enough timely precision to satisfy even a Vulcan. He pressed his temple against the side of her cheek from behind then closed his eyes, focusing on his duty to her. New audible grunts from between his clenched teeth complimented Sera's own verbal sounds while beads of perspiration began to drip across his forehead, arms and chest.

Sera’s head was wrenched back forcefully, but even then, there was a mindfulness to it that a Vulcan male wouldn’t consider, at least in her minimal experience. Her neck was stretched with delicious tension, but it didn’t pass into outright pain. Eyelids fluttered as Sera’s gaze turned inwards and for the first time in days her mind couldn’t focus on anything else but the present. Relief!

She braced herself against the bulkhead and used her strength to push against him as he thrust into her with increasing speed and intensity, and when he bent over her his angle changed just enough that suddenly she was gripped by an ever-increasing sensation deep within her that was proving to be quite…fascinating.

Vulcans were not known for being well educated in sexual matters. Oh, sure, they understood anatomy and physiology, the science between bio and neurochemical impulses that initiated arousal, but the practical application of such knowledge was not expounded upon. Despite having endured her former mate’s ministrations on several unfortunate occasions, never had she experienced whatever this was.

When Lamar’s temple touched her cheek, she was suddenly surrounded by him. It wasn’t a meld – but it was impossible to not feel what Lamar was experiencing. She audibly gasped in an inarticulate announcement as her body bucked against him. His deepening scent enveloped her--overwhelming olfactory senses--as his ministrations overrode any attempt at thought.

It was exoticIt was wrongit didn’t matteryes it did--

”Fvadt—Fvadt—Fvadt!” The colorful metaphors were torn from her throat as her body tensed up like the tightening of a bow string which suddenly released with a twang of overwhelming pleasure.

Her loud exclamations reverberated across the shuttlecraft's interior panels and he could feel her body's posture shift. Her insides started to rhythmically contract around his shaft, further tightening their intense and slippery intercourse. Vulcan or Human - alien or not - he knew she was climaxing and desperately wanted the same for himself. He ground his teeth together with former-SFMC discipline as his rapid poundings turned into the most forceful slams he could muster. Guttural exertions intimately sounded into her right ear as he squeezed his arm around her waist more tightly. It was the final 40-yard sprint to the finish line with a full combat load. He was so close.

Sera slowly returned to her senses and vaguely realized that Lamar's grip tightened around her and his rhythm lost its crisp cadence. Her nails clawed neat lines through the bonded plating of the bulkhead as her grip slid from the human male's forceful momentum, but she regained purchase and attempted to shift her hips in time to the punishing rhythm he set forth. It was hyper-stimulating to already sensitized nerves, and yet - reciprocation seemed to be the theme of this exercise.

Lamar let go of the engineer's long braided ponytail then pulled his torso back upright, both of his hands now shifting to grip her lithe waist on either side. The buildup was palpable and he reluctantly closed his eyes from their view of her beautiful backside. "...Sera," was all he could muster before he peaked. A loud bass-filled groan was accompanied by another, followed by another. His rhythms slowed as sweat dripped from his chin down onto her rear end. Darius' heart was pounding in his chest and he furiously panted following his release before gently sliding his hands up her smooth back then leaning forward against her again for a moment of rest. His shaft involuntarily became semi-flacid and slipped out from her loins. Each deep breath he took felt weighted and cloudy, but he managed to gently kiss the top of one of her pointed ears while he momentarily recovered.

She shuddered as she felt his mouth alight on her ear for a brief moment and slowly relinquished the grip on the bulkhead. Sera turned her head and angled her eyes behind her in an attempt to observe him. Drops of his sweat landed on her over-sensitive skin; she was all but bathed in his scent.

Their combined breaths echoed in the small space. Sera finally spoke, her voice unrecognizable to her. She sounded well sated. "That...that was not the most efficient manner of performing the modifications you desired on the magnetic constrictors."

A small grin spread across his features while his hands slid back down her exposed torso then left her skin as he straightened up and wiped his forehead semi-clean of its sweat. "A half-hour ago you wouldn't even shake my hand. Times change," he playfully rebuked before leaning in for a post-coital kiss.

Sera forgot herself as she perhaps over-eagerly returned the kiss, trapping his lower lip between teeth that were sharper than a human's, and pulling away from him breaking the skin and relinquishing her hold over his mouth. Her tongue quickly darted out to wipe away any hint of crimson that remained on her lip from her tender ministrations. All things considered, Sera had been quite restrained.

Her behavior was very Vulcan - however it was a side very few off-worlders ever saw. Most who traveled off planet were mated and such mores were rarely experienced and never discussed. Her presence here was a bit of an anomaly for those who knew anything about Vulcan culture.

It demonstrated just how off-kilter the normally straight laced engineer's mind had skewed since they had been pulled out of their time...however Lamar brought up a rather valid point.

"That is correct. However you did proposition me. I accepted your offer. Is this scenario on the 'bingo card'?"

He could feel a small flow of blood dripping down his lip following her bite. She'd made her mark on him which he interpreted as some sort of intimate Vulcan ritual, and the grips of her nails along his back during sex probably had produced the same. His tongue extended to lap the crimson flow away momentarily. He then looked around for his uniform which was so far away, then back to her nude body and the small yet pert mounds on her chest whose areolas were darker than her surrounding semi-bronze skin tone. Beautiful. Her question elicited a subtle laugh from him after which he shook his head. "Never played bingo or gambled in poker. I just...saw you," Lamar admitted with a light shrug. "Well, I've seen you before in passing but you were always the prettiest one."

"Do we, um... I guess we should get back to work?" he then asked somewhat awkwardly, his breathing now calmed again.

"Work?" Sera responded in a distracted tone as she looked down at what was left of her undergarments. That was rather unfortunate. She did not reply to his remarks regarding her physical form. Beauty was subjective, and he thought her so. It was agreeable to hear, Vulcan or not.

"Hmm. Yes. That would be wise. I believe things have gotten very...out of order."

Lamar began to pick up both of their uniform fragments which they'd passionately discarded across the floor many minutes earlier. He retrieved then tossed her gray and black jacket to her chest followed by her yellow undershirt and black pants, then her semi-destroyed lingerie. "Isn't that what you all do in Engineering? Take care of 'out of order' things?" He walked back to her from his brief retrieval mission then gently kissed her cheek.

And with the kiss the 'spell' was broken. Sera looked about, holding her uniform--and ruined undergarments--to her chest as she looked about with wide owl eyes. "More often we attempt to keep 'things' in order."

She began slipping on her pants and realized that the evidence of their interlude was currently running down her inner thighs. "I must apologize, Mr. Darius." Back to business. "I have to return to my quarters, presently." She tilted her head attempting to ascertain the time from her internal chronometer. Since coming to the future it had been malfunctioning. It still was offering no insights. "I am uncertain of how much time passed, but I believe we have misused what time I had available in pursuits having nothing to do with your requested modifications."

He pulled his own briefs then Starfleet pants back on while she spoke. Shit. The many minutes they'd just spent together had gotten a bit out of hand, probably because he'd gotten distracted. Definitely distracted. But in a good way. "Yeah...um, that's on me. I should probably go shower and change too." His groin and surrounding pelvic area felt sticky underneath his clothes, which while not being a totally undesired feeling, wasn't the most professional way to be walking around the starship while on-duty.

Lamar then glanced around the shuttlecraft's rear interior to look at all the panels he'd have to put back on. A small price to pay. Maybe he'd have to clean the sofa too. The scent of their intimate relations lingered in the air and he could swear to himself that it was several degrees warmer inside than when they'd first entered. Hopefully no one would need to use Virginia soon. "I'll get all this patched back up. Don't worry about any of it. Can I...meet you later after our shifts?"

Sera pulled the under shirt down over her now slightly disheveled hair and looked where Lamar's eyes had landed...the panels. She quickly threw her uniform jacket on and grabbed a hyperspanner from her satchel and began replacing them. Sera made quick work of it. "I can perform this particular task more efficiently, Mr. Darius...but I am curious why you would desire to engage with me further...unless you would like to mate again?"

He wanted to protest her work especially after stating he would do it himself, but she was so swift and efficient that he could only stand there with his eyebrows raised in mild awe. Her engineering prowess involving a task which would have taken him an order of magnitude longer to complete was truly impressive. Then her question registered and the pure-Vulcan directness of it produced a muted double-take. "Well," his dark brown eyes for some reason sheepishly averted hers for a short moment, "yeah. I'd like that." He looked back to her with a subtle smile. "Would you?"

Well that was quite a valid question. "I am uncertain. I am uncertain about all of this. All of this feels rather...unreal."

Why did she feel the need to say that? Life was currently utterly confounding. What had just happened was inconceivable.

"I am a terrible Vulcan."

Lamar couldn't help but roll his eyes at her self-deprecating statement before he pulled his red shirt over his head then slipped his arms through his uniform jacket. "Yeah, and I'm a terrible Human," he sarcastically responded. "C'mon now," he stepped closer to her again then touched one of her hands to express physical solidarity, "it's obvious I like you. And I think you like me too. Doesn't that...make it logical for us to spend more time together?"

Sera did not understand Lamar's rejoinder about him being a terrible human. Although she only had limited data, he appeared to operate within the norms for his species. Sera had, meanwhile left her homeworld without permission, was currently an unbonded female surrounded by non-Vulcans--a recipe for disaster--and had just finished engaging in coitus with a virtual stranger. Not to mention the...pachyderm in the room? The paradoxical nature of time was really doing a number on her controls. If her behavior came to the attention of the El-Keshtanktil - she would be labeled V'tosh ka'tur and really sent away.

She would tell him that it was not logical.

"Given that the future is so uncertain...Yes. I am amenable to...'spending more time with you.' I will perform research on your customs and proclivities."

His eyes brightened with new expectations and a certain intimate softness. "I'll contact you at zero-hundred, maybe a bit later. Captain says we're going to Orange Alert soon...never experienced that before on a ship outside of spacedock. I'm guessing we're not in the best shape right now."

"Very well." Sera answered regarding him contacting her again. "That is correct. Since the warp core was...removed without my input, we will have to make a number of power saving modifications in order to not exceed what power we have available. I would recommend you procure cold weather gear."

Cold weather gear. Sweatpants and a sweater, and maybe a beanie to cover his short hair. "If it's going to get chilly, we can warm each other up..." He then gave her a mock salute and went over to the shuttle's exit where he tapped the small LCARS panel to release the rear hatch. It slowly lowered and allowed a fresh input of air into the thick and steamy internal atmosphere of the shuttle. "I'll visit you soon," he promised.

His saucy comment earned an imperious brow lift, and the salute was somewhat insubordinate in application...but then they had just broken several regulations so Sera decided that silence was the best course of action at this point in time.

She dipped her head in acknowledgement of his assurance and watched him walk out the back of the shuttle. Slipping her satchel strap over her shoulder, Sera quickly did the same. A last minute sonic shower and uniform replication--before the power cut off--was in her future.

[OFF]

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Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo-A

CWO3 Lamar Darius
Conn Officer
USS Galileo-A
[PNPC Tarin]

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