The Destroyer (Part 3 of 4) [18+]

Posted on 04 Jun 2024 @ 5:35pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

2,789 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: Episode 19 - Tomorrow's Galileo
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Sera's Quarters
Timeline: MD 05, 0118 hrs

Previously, on The Destroyer (Part 2)...

When she bumped into him, he released her hand then wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her close. "Don't tell me Vulcan's can't see in the dark," he teased. The illumination from the outlying star clusters and nebulae seeped into the room enough for him to see her. Humans, surprisingly, possessed well-functioning and natural night vision once acclimated to the darkness for several minutes.

Lamar didn't verbally answer her question and instead tilted his chin down to kiss her. His head tilted to the side and he slipped his warm tongue between her full lips to parlay with hers; not with the same primal intensity as earlier the previous day, but now with softer and slower emotional passion.

"My low-light vision is sub-standard to a Human's." Sera replied matter-of-factually. She halted her next words because her other senses picked up that Lamar had moved his head closer and when his lips touched hers she allowed herself a brief smile of satisfaction in the darkness before opening her mouth to allow his tongue entry. This was so unhygienic.

And Now, the Continuation...

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Closing her eyes Sera instead focused on the feel of his hands on her waist and sensations he elicited from his kiss. It was quite different from the last one they shared. His exploration was soft and gentle this time and she was uncertain of what to do with it.

Lamar's tongue gently lapped against hers for many long and sensual moments before he then pushed his lips more firmly against hers to solidify his desire. His large hands moved down from the small of her back to the bottom of her oversized Starfleet sweatshirt and accompanying undershirt, where they began to slowly pull the fabric up and expose her naked torso.

She shivered against his touch--and perhaps some of the cold--against her skin. Sera ended the kiss abruptly and nipped at his chin in a playful manner, for a Vulcan anyway. "Is my clothing again in the way? Perhaps tonight we should be more...controlled, at least with the textiles?"

Sera's teasing bite against his lower jaw elicited a provocative and equally-responsive smile from him. "I won't rip them off...this time," he promised as he delicately unclasped her brassiere from behind her back then continued to lift her collective garments over her head while helping raise her arms. Then suddenly, when her shirts raised up to her head, he held the garment's position still with half of her face - eyes and forehead - still covered and now blindfolded. It was his turn to tease.

He leaned forward and kissed her again then retreated by several inches after many seconds. Just far enough to feel the warmth from her breath but far enough to make it hard for her to easily seek out his affection.

Sera raised a brow in question, which wasn't seen due to the top of her face being covered. It was a rather unconventional from her point of view. Then he retreated...

"Lamar..." Sera began in a silken tone, "I don't require my eyes to hunt you if that is your desire." She might have ended her statement with a purr-trill sound that came from deep within her throat and surprised even herself. Sera did not make such animalistic sounds...and yet...

Sera took a step that was the exact distance to put her a breath's distance away from Lamar. She inhaled deeply through her nose, and exhaled slowly through half-parted lips. Her breath skittered across his cheek and mouth.

The condensation of her exhalation betrayed the still-chilly environment they were surrounded by. The feel of her lungs' warm air produced an exciting ripple through his body, and as much as he wanted to keep teasing her, he couldn't resist such an intimate temptation. "I think you got me," the conn officer grinned before learning forward to forcefully kiss her. This time his hands resumed pulling her shirts up and over her head then back behind her long braided hair.

Sera tilted her head back slightly as he pulled her shirts off of the top of her head. She reached up with a hand and pulled her long braid out of collar as a matter of habit, and then grabbed at the hem of his sweatshirt and began to pull it up. The urge to just tear the thing suddenly came over her and Sera wrenched her mouth away from his and growled, "Take it off or I will tear it off."

There was a sense of feral savagery within her sultry inflection. It excited Lamar, but also deep down, made him wonder what she was truly capable of. Vulcans obviously possessed superior strength to Humans and there was no doubt in his mind she could physically subjugate him at her whim. And her threat was certainly one she was capable of carrying out. "Yes sir," he hastily began to oblige. He helped her - not that she needed any - strip his own sweatshirt away along with his red undershirt then discarded them on the floor before his hands drifted down to his waist. His dark fingers maneuvered between his skin and his briefs and sweatpants, then simultaneously pulled both of them down before removing his shoes and socks.

Darius now stood there in front of her completely nude and erect within the low light. The uncomfortable chill of the surrounding air enveloped his exposed skin and sent a subtle shiver through his veins. "Is this what you want...?" His own voice had become deeper and seductive-like to match her tonality.

"Of course. That is the purpose of this encounter, is it not?" Sera studied his naked form, swathed in shadows and starlight. It was a fascinating view. "You are most efficient, Lamar. I find efficiency quite agreeable." Sera added as she raised her foot and pulled one woolen sock off and then the other before making quick work on her leggings and underwear. The contrast of fevered skin against the chilled air was quite...unusual.

Sera stepped back towards him, and slowly, methodically ran her sensitive fingers down his abdomen to his most acceptable erection. Fingertips skimmed the underside of his lok - well not that, but she did not know the human word for his genitalia - taking in the alien shape and texture. "Your body is quite fascinating, Lamar."

Efficient? Agreeable and fascinating? He was just a guy and probably a pretty unremarkable one in his own estimation. Yet in the few hours they'd spent together, he was able to interpret her adjectives as compliments. And then when her fingertips lightly touched him, he closed his eyes, let out a shaky breath and lightly twitched under her administrations.

Lamar's hands ran up her torso from her firm belly to the two small and pert mounds on her chest which he softly massaged. Then, he suddenly pushed her torso backwards onto the bed behind them. He followed her down to the mattress and wrapped an arm around her lithe waist to move her to the center of the comfortable and padded platform. His free hand pushed one of her toned legs out to the side to allow him access just before their chests pressed against each others and he maneuvered himself inside her body.

He utilized a rather enthralling strategy to get her onto the bed. Within a few moves she found herself on the center of the sleeping platform with Lamar sheathed within her. His body blocked the meager starlight, sending his form into shadows. How dissimilar this encounter was from the shuttle...this felt dreamy, disconnected almost.

Sera widened her hips and rolled her pelvis to meet his movements. It was not an effortless movement, but with her hands on his skin she 'felt' it was acceptable, so she continued, matching his rhythm with sinuous undulations of her own.

Their lips met again when he re-captured hers. His warm tongue slipped back into her mouth before driving himself hard into her; slowly and methodically at first before the raw sensations of intercourse began to overwhelm him. One of his forearms pressed against the mattress next to her head to brace his torso while the other lifted her leg high and pulled it around his lower back.

So far from his home - hundreds of light years from Earth - and in the midst of the most dire and impossible circumstances he'd ever encountered, Sera had quickly become his new foundation; his new grounding amidst all the death and destruction and terrible anxiety many of the crew were experiencing. To be able to relieve this stress with her in an intimate manner was perhaps the best mental-health solution one could think of...counseling be damned. Here and now, she was his and he was hers. He deepened their kiss further while exhaling warm condensation through his nose against the side of her cheek.

Lamar's thrusts quickened and increased with intensity while her hips bucked back against his. His eyes closed while he focused on her matching rhythm. Barely seen from above within the dark and chilly room, his waist started to furiously pulse against hers with a combination of pure pleasure and unbridled commitment to task.

There was a sort of mental reprieve in the curious rhythm Lamar set. Moving along in sync to his physical tempo took her focused attention. It consumed and yet frustrated. It just wasn't...enough.

Lamar was a physically fit human specimen, and yet when Sera shoved against the sleeping platform with her arm, she rolled with him so that he was on his back and she was straddled atop him.

Now this was a position...she leaned over him so that her face was lost in shadows, but her expression was anything but placid. Oh, how she desired to join with him...what an intense distraction that would be! Somehow she stayed her hand, and instead gripped his throat with her elegant fingers and sharp-tipped nails which drew crescent moons of scarlet as they bit into the human's thinner skin.

She leaned into the hand pressed against his throat, and began a rhythm against him that was all her own. Her hips rose and fell in a sinewy, foreign cadence and her inner thighs clenched tightly against his lower torso, a brutal vice which squeezed relentlessly. She bent herself forward, and licked up his chest, tasting his sweat with an abrasive rasp of her tongue.

The spiny filiform papillae scoured up over the rise of his pectoral to his nipple. It immediately puckered in response to the sensation, and it fascinated Sera and she laved at it till it was stiffened peak and then bit down, almost breaking the skin. Primal urges, ones that were never spoken of by her people whispered 'dark' urgings in her mind. More...more...take...take...

The positional reversal had been executed with the precision of a Marine...and from an intensely strong one who'd been able to maneuver his 200lb frame onto his back with a swift force he'd never experienced from Human women. Sera was a Vulcan and she'd just demonstrated her species' physical superiority to him. And it was exciting.

Her beautiful face was now shadowed within the darkness yet the crystallized breaths from her mouth revealed her presence to him. Then one of her hands gripped his throat. Hard, and he felt his skin break from her sharp nails. "Sera..." he whispered in mild protest as she began to have sex with him on her own terms. Her rhythms weren't in line with anything he'd ever experienced before but when she tightened her thighs around his waist, his eyes closed and he leaned his head back on the mattress. Up and down, she now possessed him.

It was a wonderful sensation until her strong thighs squeezed tight around his pelvis. Then tighter. And even more tighter, until he could feel the pressure on his comparatively-fragile bones reaching their limits. And the hand she held on his throat? It tightened once more and he knew he was bleeding across her fingers. His breathing quickened as she shockingly increased her intensity beyond levels he'd ever experienced. "...Sera..." His vocal cords were becoming compressed while she kissed his chest and bit his nipple. He opened her eyes and reached up to caress her cheek to get her attention. "...my neck..." he managed to say.

His touch on her cheek, so gentle, brought a sensation of warmth against the chill of the air against her face. Her eyes focused down at him and she released her hold on his neck not out of any sense of compassion but so she could grab his wrist and force his arm up above his head, putting her weight against it, leaving him with only his weaker upper extremity to bear. He was utterly at her mercy, now.

However, his touch along her cheek ignited the now nearing irresistible urge to return the caress, to place her fingers on the proscribed points on his face...

She vaguely recognized the fricative heavy words spilling from her lips as she intoned the ritual mantra to join their minds in a meld as her body writhed atop his.

The Vulcan engineer wasn't a short woman but she was certainly lithe in frame and her body was devoid of the muscular bulk Lamar possessed. None of that seemed to matter, however, as she pinned his arm above his head against the bed sheets, outstretched. It was incredibly shocking to him just how truly strong she was along with the realization that there was no feasible way he could escape on his own from her thighs' steel clutch around his hips combined with her tight grip on his wrist.

He began to pant from the lower oxygen levels while new beads of sweat started to coalesce on his chest and forehead resulting from her continued pelvic grinding. The words she suddenly began speaking were incomprehensible to him for he didn't speak Vulcan, but the spirant manner in which she spoke them revealed a side of her he'd never seen before. Or of any Vulcan. Were they a product of her passion? Desire? It was enthralling to listen to it.

Then her hand tightened around his wrist with enough force to cause momentary pain. He let out a groan and rolled his head to the side while squinting his eyes shut to attempt to block it out. Pure darkness now highlighted his other senses. He could smell the subtle scent of her body coupled with his own and hear the intimate slaps of their skin come together with each descent from her hips. And he could feel her warm and taut cavity repeatedly stretch around him every time she slid up and down. It was intoxicating. Blissful, almost.

Her strident whispers did nothing to dissuade her instincts from clawing at the frayed strands of her control and snapping them completely. Why she conflicted over any of this? None of it mattered...nothing felt real except this. Pure sensation. No thoughts...His thoughts?

Sera splayed the fingers of her right hand across the psi-points on Lamar's face. My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts... She intoned in a breathy sounding Vulkhansu, easily entering his mind. She cared nothing for his thoughts or memories, of who he was. All that mattered was the joining of their minds to further enhance the joining of their bodies.

His dark brown eyes were still tightly closed while she continued to dominate their intimate parlay, and so when she delicately placed her fingers against the side of his face, he'd had no visual warning. A sudden explosion of cerebral chaos burst into his head which forced his eyelids open and caused him to audibly gasp. The forced joining incurred an overwhelming plethora of random and intimate thoughts from both she and him which conflated to become unrecognizable from one another. It was raw sensory overload which quickly forced tears to drip from the corners of his eyes and evoked a sustained trembling from his body as a result of the intense stimulation. He couldn't see Sera anymore even with his eyes now open - all he could see was what was in her mind. "...ahHH..." he involuntarily exclaimed, not knowing how to process what was happening.

To Be Continued...

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

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

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