Unbridled (Part 4 of 4) [18+]

Posted on 30 Sep 2024 @ 6:57pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

4,046 words; about a 20 minute read

Mission: Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Sera's Quarters
Timeline: MD 03, 0930 hrs

Previously, on Unbridled (Part 3)...

Gritting her teeth, Sera scooted herself off the bed and stalked over to her discarded robe to put it back on. The arrogance of males crossed species, apparently. "If I feel anything it is perturbation at your presumption. You are being obtuse. Simply because we can obtain physical gratification with each other is not a reason to bond. By that reasoning there are others aboard would be far more suitable for such a purpose." How dare he presume such a thing?

And Now, the Conclusion...

[ON]

Her unkind words pierced his ears and removed much of the initial passion still corporeally floating within the bedroom. Lamar sighed to himself then pushed himself up and scooted to the edge of the bed with his bare legs dangling over the edge. "I was teasing...kind of. But that was a mean thing to say. It wasn't my intent to offend you." With his humanity.

Sera turned around as she tried to tie her belt, but with her hair loose and in the way and the way her hands were trembling and just, well, the process was not as seamless as it it should have been. "Teasing? I do not understand 'teasing'..." Voice trailing off at Lamar's admission at how her words affected him, She looked down to her hands and sighed in an outward manifestation of inner-turmoil. "It was not my intention to be...mean, as you say, and there is no offense where none is taken. Yet, you speak lightly of something that is quite serious in my culture."

He reluctantly raised up from her bed and stood, momentarily crossing his arms across his chest in the cool air of the dimly lit room. He walked close to her on his bare feet to stand close. A tentative arm unfolded then extended to gently run down through her long flowing hair while hoping she wouldn't scorn his touch. "You're right, I barely know anything about your people outside of Academy courses and, well, you and a couple other Vulcan marines I served with. So what do we do now? You and I." He posed the question open-ended as a way to show his acquiescence to her cultural preferences. Wherever that might take them.

Her eyes studied her hands, but that was a form of cowardice to continue to avoid looking at him. Sera was not a coward. Forcing herself to meet his gaze, she answered, "I do not know. This is outside my scope of knowledge or understanding. What we have done is frankly, taboo, but that is my concern, not yours. Is...is this how humans engage in a...relationship?" Because this is not how...words again ceased in her mind. How did she know how things would or should progress? Such an experience was denied most Vulcans. This was uncharted sands.

Lamar sighed through his nose in deliberate thought. This was a good question. How did his people engage in their short and long-form relationships? It seemed easy enough to identify and engage in from his natural perspective, but to articulate it? Codify it into a set of cultural standards? He wasn't sure such a thing existed within humanity. "Sometimes," was his best initial answer. "For Humans, it depends on the individuals - the connection. Most of the time we meet someone of our own volition, express our desire...initiate romance, then mutually continue the relationship until it works or doesn't."

His halting explanation was not articulated very well, at least to the point of her understanding human courtship behavior. Yet, Sera did not press further. She considered her own explanations and conceded that her answers no doubt were somewhat mystifying as well, all things considered.

"I see..." Sera most certainly did not. The way forward was as mystifying as it was treacherous, but one thing was for certain..."I require the use of the sonic shower."

"So do I." As much as he enjoyed the sticky sensation between his thighs and across his lower abdomen, a thorough cleaning sounded like a much-needed requirement at the moment. "Want company?" A small grin played across his lips in the hope he wouldn't be relegated back to his quarters.

Sera raised a brow at his inquiry. Company? Did he mean to intimate that she would somehow be lonely in the sonic shower or...oh. "You are asking to join me..." A head tilt and seconds passed. Logic warred with desire - but what she was beginning to realize was desire was a nefarious state of being. It found a way through all of the cracks of her control...somewhat in the same manner this human did. Fingertips tingled in anticipation. Just the thought of another encounter incited an unusual feeling of fluttery warmth to pool low within, and her breathing hitched.

It was becoming somewhat difficult to think why all of this was a bad idea. He was male, virile, assertive...tantalizing in a most exotic manner that--if she were honest with herself--made her feel. Although Lamar said things were inexplicable, obviously he was intelligent. One did not ascend to his rank or position otherwise.

Sera jolted, realizing what she was subconsciously doing. Oh gods. She should make him go...go now. She should request immediate transfer, hell, she should simply go AWOL while there was the chance. Traitorous hands, meanwhile, reached out and took hold of his and she slowly, purposefully, led him out of her room towards the sonic shower. This was all such a monumentally bad idea. Did it stop her forward motion? Absolutely not.

It was a short walk to the standard-appearing cleaning chamber. Lamar gladly followed her lead, all the while watching her long brown hair slowly sway alongside her slim hips in harmony with each step she took. He wasn't sure if all Vulcan females appeared the same way in the nude beneath their clothing, but one thing was for certain - Sera was a physical specimen of a woman. The two of them stepped inside the small honeycombed-walled room where the increased brightness of the of the walls revealed a small a well-healed scar shaped like two crescent moons along the right side of her shoulder and neck. He curiously reached out and skimmed his fingers across it. "What happened here?"

Sera ducked her chin in an outward display of discomfort...for a Vulcan, anyway. Who knew how a human would take the subtle movement. Regardless, the last thing she wanted to do was to talk about him. Viruk, of House Awidat. Of all the High Houses under Lyr'Zor, Awidat was the most traditional when it came to the adherence of some rather archaic marriage practices. "It is a bite wound I received...after I was married. It is usually not visible."

A bite wound? Lamar repeated in his head. That sounded strange. Consensual, he hoped, but the subtle change in her body language when she'd spoken suggested it might have been the opposite. He removed his fingers from that portion of her body then took her hand and turned her around to face him. He wanted to inquire further but thought better of it - for now. Instead, his attention drifted down across her bare chest and to the faint, lace-like scarring on the backs of her hands and forearms which he'd definitely noticed prior. "And these?"

"Plasma burns. I sustained them during my first assignment. I made an error." This explanation came easier and watched in curiosity as his eyes roved over the rest of her body. "And you?" The question, and the touch of her fingers along the scars on his neck were reciprocal in nature.

Her digits' exploration coerced his eyes to momentarily close. She had a way with him; something about her deliberate, calculated and sensual demeanor was able to calm much of his inner turmoil he often struggled to privately compartmentalize. "Shrapnel from the war. Jem'Hadar blew up my cover less than a meter from my head. I think whatever god exists was looking out for me that night."

"Indeed..." Sera replied softly, tracing over the jagged lines that were once rather significant wounds. While her fingers skimmed the muscular lines of his neck, to shoulder, and down an arm that was inked in various emblems, Her eyes observed his face. Eyes closed, Lamar's expression was--momentarily, at least--as serene as any Vulcan. Was that from her touch? He accepted it so readily. The primal nature within her was quite pleased with that. What did that mean? Did that mean anything? It was probably best to not consider that line of questioning any further...

"Your inking...it is...unusual." Fingers continued to skim. "SFMC..." Eyes darted back to Lamar's face. "You were a Marine. Ah." The flashback...entering battle...

"Second squad...Houdini..." She uttered his words in a distracted tone of voice...a flashback, yes, but not as all-encompassing as previous ones. It was a memory of a memory...the meld. Oh yes. Her right hand moved of its own volition to cup the side of his face. Lamar reacted, leaning down - perhaps to mouth kiss her again? Oh, it would be so easy, just a subtle shift of fingers and they could share again...be one...again. For a young Vulcan, essentially alone, it was a siren's song of a temptation.

He rested his forehead against her temple then raised an arm and placed his own hand atop hers. "It feels like a long time ago," he quietly whispered. "Almost another life. Everything was different back then. Even me." That decade of his life training as a grunt then fighting the Dominion would linger with him forever.

Sera nodded silently in agreement with his words. Yes. At times, the past could feel like another life. So many external influences changed the set course of one's life...and currently the present felt as immutable as grains of sand against a biting wind. Reluctantly she pulled away, withdrawing her hand from his face. "I must make adjustments to the sonics. Otherwise, you might find it quite...hot." Stepping around his nude form, she brought up the control panel and lowered the temperature parameters to something she hoped was more comfortable. A tooth vibrating hum let her know that the shower had activated and she turned slightly to face him.

"Shall we?"

The acoustic inverter activated creating a pleasant, soothing sensation both of them were conversant with. Undesirable particles of sweat, dead skin cells and bodily fluids started to evaporate under the repeating sonic pulse vibrations. Her harmonic adjustments felt perfect albeit still slightly warm. Nothing which was cause for complaint. Lamar took a deep and relaxing breath then leaned in to kiss her again - deeply, slowly and passionately while caressing his hands across the small of her back.

It was rather...fascinating to experience just how receptive she was to his touch. The movements of his mouth against hers, drawing her closer all the while teasing along her spine quickly drove her logical thoughts to outright distraction. Well...two could engage in such behavior. Sera reached around him placing her hands firmly on the small of his back and trailed them lower over quite aesthetically sculpted buttocks and ground her pelvis against his in what she hoped was a stimulating manner. If she had only known this was to be the trajectory of their interactions, she had might have prepared better for this.

She was learning. Fast. The intimacy of their loins and her grating hips was the first Vulcan tease he'd experienced. Sexual emotion? The corners of Lamar's eyes creased with an indistinct grin while her fingers explored his rear end while his tongue lapped against hers and engaged in positional supremacy. Dark-skinned fingertips traveled up to her shoulder blades then to the nape of her neck beneath her lengthy hair. A soft slop sounded when he broke their kiss and descended his head into the top of her chest to proceed to his new areola objective.

Her head tipped backward as she made an inarticulate sound from his mouth moved lower on her body, leaving a trail of residual energy from the contact of his lips upon her skin. Not knowing what else to do, Sera bit her own lip in an attempt to satisfy her own instincts that somehow felt cross purpose to his needs and desires that were so readily being shared through touch.

"Lamar...sanoi..." She pleaded in a breathless voice.

It didn't matter that he couldn't understand anything beyond his own name being spoken - the inflection of her airless words revealed the totality of what he needed to interpret. He, too, shared a similar frame of mind with her...uncannily similar considering they'd seemingly been worlds apart less than 24 hours ago. Access to the center of her chest wasn't optimal given their current position and he sought to rectify that immediately. His large palms reached down to cup the bottom of her butt then lift her lighter frame up in the air. He walked the two of them toward the sonic shower's wall until her back firmly impacted it, then finally captured one of her erect brown nipples in his mouth while he lowered her several inches onto the head of his shaft which parted her narrow folds.

The Vulcan woman might have made a small, surprised sound when Lamar lifted her up and used the cold wall of the stall to keep her pinned against him. It was a rather novel position to be in but wrapping her legs about his torso appeared to help, some. His ministrations against the sensitive skin of her breast was almost as maddening as the slow stretch of deep within as she was slowly impaled against his erection. Locking her legs at the ankles, Sera tried to speed up the process. A hiss of frustration may have escaped her...between his touch and the vibrations of the sonics, her senses were being pushed to the point of over stimulation. Well, two could play at this. Dexterous fingers laced around his neck, and through feel located the specific neural nodes and pressed firmly against him. On another Vulcan it would cause a spike in neurotransmitter release, increasing the perception of pleasurable stimulation...on a human male? Well, she hoped in this instance they were compatible.

His teeth took hold of her nipple while suction tugged it deep into his mouth before releasing the nub and swiftly apprehending it again. The conn officer's hips engaged in a new upward trajectory and his pelvis thrusted into her until he could feel firm resistance. Then again. And again. Again. Her elegant hair bobbed up and down while she started to bounce atop him. Then her fingers' pressure along the back of his neck found something unexpected...nothing. Whether due to old combat injuries or contrasting biologies, he experienced a pleasurable fingering of his muscles but nothing more.

Her hands may not have been successful in their ministrations along his neck but there were other areas, and one she knew would have a notable effect. It was becoming rather difficult to keep in the forefront just why she shouldn't meld with him again. Unfortunately, with his head bowed, she wasn't able to touch the psi-points with the necessary to initiate such a connection. Instead, she focused on tilting her hips to meet his thrusts, allowing for greater stimulation for the both of them. This burgeoning intimacy between them was as alluring as it was alien.

Throaty grunts started to propagate from Lamar. His biceps bulged while holding her and he continued to methodically take her at his pleasure. New beads of sweat began to form across his body but evaporated under the sonic shower's pulse vibrations as quickly as they form, turning into a cloudy aura of haze which began to envelop the bathing chamber. He felt her hips change their position outward to allow a more direct front which he happily obliged. Again. Again. Harder and more furiously he pushed himself while suppressing the buildup of lactic acid in his muscles. He abandoned her breast and left it coated in a temporary sheen of his saliva before raising his chin up to kiss her throat and feel her throbbing pulse within one of the veins along her neck.

An involuntary shudder coursed through her as Lamar's mouth found its way up her throat. She readily tilted her head to allow him further access; it would seem that Lamar was having more success in finding places on her body to stimulate pleasure from. It was a dangerously decadent thing, to willingly expose her throat to him. Enough. No, not enough. More...more...

Sera's offhand clamped onto the base of his skull, gaining enough purchase to tilt his head up so she could stare into his eyes that only held a small ring of brown in them. She again made the strange trilling sound deep within her throat and felt rather triumphant. Fingers of her dominant hand lightly caressed his cheek, and she shivered again. Oh yes...

"T'nash-veh..." (mine) She crooned triumphantly as her fingers made the appropriate connection to his face. No formal mantra was needed to align her energies to his. One minute there was the two of them, apart, and then...

He was so consumed by their ongoing coitus and physical exertions that he hadn't recognized the signs of her impending joining. How could he? Distant 'visions' of the last time such an event occurred remained too repressed for him to prevent again, but as her fingers splayed across the side of his face and her thoughts melded with his, he realized several milliseconds too late what was about to happen. His conscious world suddenly broke apart and he sharply inhaled as they became one.

The last attempt at joining their consciousness went somewhat...awry, if the random hallucinations were to be believed. This time, Sera's intentions aligned with her abilities - to meld their consciousnesses to bring a sort of vibrancy to their joining that had been lacking. Oh, she hadn't considered how his mind would translate all of this, but for her, the meld turned what had been a pleasurable--if somewhat masturbatory--act into something near sublime. The only way this could be any better would be if they were truly one, bonded, parted and never parted, touching and FVADT!

Wrenching her hand away from his face, Sera suddenly experienced a profound sense of temporary vertigo where she was suddenly two places at once, experiencing two distinct points of view before it faded to the desired intensity where physical perceptions were enhanced from the residual tendrils still joining their consciousnesses. Thrusting and being thrust into, touching and feeling touched - heady sensations indeed.

Lamar looked dazed...at least to her lust-filled vision. That would not do. Active participation was preferred. It was a simple thing to tilt his head with the hand that still had a firm grip on his skull, and she surged forward to re-experience this 'mouth kissing' again in earnest. Mating with a human was utterly fascinating and in the moment she did not want it to stop.

Their tongues embraced one another's across both past, future and present. The duality of perception across time produced a paradox which juxtaposed but was ultimately insignificant. Only their sexual cogitations mattered. His mind with her mind...her passions to his passions. It was raw, unbridled intimacy in its purest form of the mind and the flesh. Each continuing stab into her released more endorphins which soon overwhelmed him with ecstasy. A muffled half-cry released into her mouth while a renewed burst of his remaining mandom streamed into her womb. The weight of his body shifted forward and pressed her ever more firmly into the sonic shower's solid wall.

Sera felt it. It was a ferocious thing, the sensing of Lamar’s completion. It was a summons, a demand, and her body eagerly responded. It brought forth a sense of euphoria which was…extraordinary. Such temptation. To experience it again? Yes. Wait. Nirsh! This was bordering on irrational compulsion.

“Lamar…” Sera began once she was reasonably confident, she could string together more than inarticulate sounds. “Are you alright?”

He wasn't able to respond and instead held her hips at his waist as long as he could while the final remains of his expenditure coated her insides. His pumps slowed both in frequency and prowess until he softened then slipped out from within her. Lamar lowered her back down to the floor then leaned forward and braced his forearms and temple against the sonic shower's wall while deeply panting and still dazed.

That he did not respond was...concerning. Yet he was still standing. It took what strength she had left just to remain upright, herself. Leg muscles had turned to jelly, and she did not believe she could get out of the shower at the moment if her life depended on it. The sonic waves combined with the ripples and echoes of their shared climax left her more than content to lean against the wall and wait for Lamar to regain lucidity.

His own strong quads and calves subtly trembled. He managed to return his dark brown eyes to hers then wrap a set of semi-weak arms around her back. "Your bed..." he whispered into her ear, recognizing the signs of unexpected failing autonomous authority. The sonic shower still emitted it soothing acoustic pulses and evaporation of their new bodily secretions clouded the immediate air in front of them in a transparent particle haze.

Lamar dragged one of his hands across her side and down to her hand which he managed to grasp before turning and leading her out of the bath chamber. His first steps were practiced and firm, yet with each consecutive once, his thighs weakened. But her bedroom was so close. He grunted again, this time not from passion but to reinforce his own internal physical fortitude. "Co'mon," he whispered. "Ten more steps."

It wasn't any hardship at all to allow Lamar to lead her back to bed. He was just as exhausted as she was...she just...knew. They reached her sleeping platform, and it was a victory. Reaching out, Sera pulled back the coverlet and top sheet to motioned to him. "It would be logical to rest before...leaving." Feeling suddenly self-conscious, she awaited his response.

He approached the foot of her mattress and felt her body separate from his. Her invitation was most welcome but whether or not he could accomplish the task? His knees weakened and he dropped to one knee, his head lowering to the carpet before looking back up and putting a firm hand atop his quad to push himself back up. Two more steps. He shakily took them then met her bed and laid his belly down atop it before his nude form crawled closer to her. "...Rest," he echoed her sentiment with half-closed eyes, reaching out for a helpful pull further into her sheets.

She needed meditation, but once she collapsed on the bed, Sera knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. She watched Lamar struggle to get himself into bed with her. He reached out his hand for assistance, and she took it in hers and tugged him closer. Turning on her side, she curled up alongside his prone form, placing her hand on his flank. To continue intimacy, to subconsciously demonstrate possession? She did not know, and in the moment as a yawn overtook her, she didn't care.

His final thoughts before losing consciousness were the now-familiar sensation of her touch to his side and their reciprocal post-coital position. The rest? His contemplations and 'visions' of her in the possible future had been more than adequate to confuddle him; and here, in this very real present together with her...they again shared? It brought harmony to his private turmoil. A sense of purpose within the dark and lonely Pleiades Cluster. And a woman who would perhaps share the remainder of his destiny with him.

[OFF]

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

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

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