Unbridled (Part 3 of 4) [18+]

Posted on 30 Sep 2024 @ 6:35pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

4,199 words; about a 21 minute read

Mission: Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Sera's Quarters
Timeline: MD 03, 0917 hrs

Previously, on Unbridled (Part 2)...

Her intimate cry reverberated across the walls of the small bedroom. He, himself, was so close to his own release that the sudden and pulsing contractions of her inner muscles triggered his own completion. He reached from behind her back with his large hands to grip the top of her shoulders then pull her down onto him while instinctively arching his pelvis upward as deep into her core as possible. The conn officer's brown eyes tightly squinted - his dark-toned chest imperceptibly flushed while he let out his own guttural exclamation when his phallus exploded a stream of thick, silky fluid inside of her spasming aperture.

And Now, the Continuation...

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He crushed her to him in a quick movement, taking advantage of her momentarily altered state of being. As she started coming down from the post-coital bliss, Sera found herself laying atop of Lamar --chest to chest-- her head turned to face his muscular shoulder. Not that Sera could see it, anyway as a dark curtain of loose--and now most likely horribly tangled--hair obscured her vision. That just meant she got to use her other senses in order to quantify the moment.

Sera breathed him in, finding the human male's pheromones to be quite intense...but no longer offensive to her sensitive sense of smell. Unusual. She could also feel the slow cadence of Lamar's heart against her skin. The metronomic sound it produced was such a stark contrast to her own quickly thrumming organ.

His cooling skin was slick with sweat, and the moisture chilled her. It was rather a bizarre physiological adaptation, at least in Sera's viewpoint. "You produce so much...fluid, Lamar." She commented, pulling herself upright on an elbow so she could observe him.

His ejaculations concluded with a series of final twitches. Audible pants exuded from his lungs and her affectionate comment was ignored for a long moment. His cerebral thoughts now felt woozy, but her close proximity grounded them together along with the visceral reality they currently shared. One of his arms moved to gently stroke the back of her bare shoulder while the other returned to its pleasant position within the nape of her neck and into her hairline. "First time with a Human?" he softly teased in reply.

"I...yes." Sera responded in a distracted manner as his hands skimmed along her skin. "This is most aberrant behavior for me." The afterglow was fading, and Sera was finding herself left with feeling sticky and somewhat confused as to how all of this played out.

"It's okay to say you enjoyed this...this is my first time with a Vulcan too." He thought? Scattered remnants of his recent hallucinations which were 'memories', according to her, contradicted his statement. His hand slid back down from her shoulder across her long back and down to her bottom which still laid atop his groin. "You're beautiful. I want to do this more."

"Were the...sounds I made not overt enough to convey that I took pleasure from the act we engaged in? Is it considered necessary to also say so? I am not familiar with the details surrounding human mating practices." The second part of his reply now had to be addressed. Sera pushed herself off of him so that she sat astride him again. Beautiful? Incongruous. In her mind, Lamar had treated her as if she was distasteful. That didn't stop you from mating with him.

"That would not be wise." Sera answered in the Vulcan way.

Her physical removal from their current coital intimacy produced a subtle frown of disapproval. He reached out to touch her again, his fingers continuing to run through a portion of her long and elegant brown hair. "Yeah. When we get done with sex we usually cuddle and talk. Or go again. Sometimes...maybe not. If only the act matters, and you don't care about the person."

Sera tilted her head considering what he had said to her. He was acting in a demonstrative manner, touching her skin, her hair, mingling their scents. To cuddle after...would it not demonstrate affection...to foster bonding? And what he said next...

"And does this matter? You speak of concepts that are quite foreign to me. Following your statement though, you have indicated you would be amenable to mating with me again. Do you then...care?"

His lips parted to reveal a rare pearly smile which was accompanied by a chuckle. He reached down to her closest thigh then softly caressed its smooth skin beneath his fingers. "It matters to me and I care. Is it the same for you?" His dark brown eyes passionately looked up into her unorthodox blue ones. He wanted to kiss her again, somehow not feeling satisfied enough by the causality of their encounter.

His continuing touching was rather distracting. The texture of his hand and fingers felt rough against her sensitive skin but the strength applied was quite...restrained. Waves of warmth traveled through her from the inciting point along her leg, and she trembled involuntarily. It felt strange to be stroked in such a way. Vulcan demonstrative gestures were far different, and in her limited experience, her own mate had never seen the need to...cuddle or care.

"It is...different. For me." Sera finally replied after enough brain cells were able to band together to form a consensus. She remained still as his hand made small, gentle passes along the long line of her thigh. Instincts began to whisper in a dissonant susseration, attempting to nudge her forward, to reciprocate. Touch, taste, take what you want!

She patently ignored the instinctual insistence and forced her focus back to the present. Of what was. Sera had many questions regarding the necessity of such behavior that Lamar was currently demonstrating towards her, given human proclivity for promiscuity (from her understanding, anyway). What need would there be for closer bonding in such encounters? It confounded - but she came from a mindset were such ministrations fostered and reinforced mental connections. There was a reason newly bonded Vulcan pairs resided together after 'marriage.'

Sera opened her mouth to stay more but she didn't know what to say, how to explain. So she did not. Instead, she captured his hand against her leg and then with the other pulled his hand upright so that they were touching palm to palm for a brief moment before she took her index and middle fingers and traced a straight line from his fingertips to the base of his palm.

Curiosity of this strange motion and physical touch elicited a shifting of his head. What was she doing? Then it happened - a spark of continuing intimacy resulting from her fingers' delicate movements across his dermal nerve receptors. Lamar's head sunk back into her bed's sheets while he momentarily traveled elsewhere. Back to this very bedroom but at a different moment in time.

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"Is this a human post-coital ritual?" Sera asked with a raised brow. She wasn't certain what to think of his act of cleaning her...was it to show care...or perhaps ownership? No answers were forthcoming even with the tenuous threads still active from the short-lived meld. "Should...should I reciprocate?"

It was a thought-provoking question which Lamar paused to consider. Why had he done it instead of simply giving her the washcloth to do it herself? He'd never performed such an act to any of the few previous partners he'd had. Why now, in the middle of a cold night before their probable demise, had he decided to do it? Was he really falling in love with her after only two encounters within the last 10 hours?

His dark-skinned brow slightly furrowed. "Well, no, I suppose. Not usually between Humans. I just...wanted to help." He then shook his head to himself and decided to speak the pure truth to her. "I don't know why but every time I look at you, I have-" Don't say it Lamar... "Feelings. Of the deep kind. It's not often like that for us; we don't usually fall head over heels just after a couple rounds of sex. I guess this is part of the Human version of courtship?"

"Courtship?" Sera looked at Lamar with a cross between confusion and concern. He was considering her for a mate and she...she impulsively initiated a meld with him? A twisting sensation formed in the pit of her stomach. She did not understand his meaning behind 'deep feelings' or 'head over heels.' However, given the last few days, Sera considered that the odds of further complications due to her irrational, uncharacteristic behavior since being thrust into this apocalyptic future was not in her favor.

"Lamar..." Sera's voice trailed off...

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He blinked then widened his eyes when reality returned. Their hands were still joined together but now... "Courtship," he whispered more to himself than her while trying to make sense of this new vision.

Sera observed something in Lamar's eyes shift. His face relaxed and for a moment, appeared quite detached from her. Sera's perception of Lamar through the shared touch dimmed, as if he were suddenly quite far away.

Courtship? It was such a random--and unexpected--word to utter, it had to been significant. Sera had a hypothesis, but there was only way to prove or disprove what she thought had just transpired. "Lamar...what did you see?"

What had he really witnessed? That was the ultimate question he now struggled to process. Had this happened before...their recent encounter? Was it destined to happen again? "You said that to me before...I think. I said it to you, too. In my visions." Evocations took control of his frontal cortex. His soft dark brown eyes trained themselves on her face. "Do you remember? Am I going crazy?"

Sera dipped her chin in a non-verbal motion to convey a negative response. "I do not recall any experiences that included the word 'courtship.'" The word spilled a most discomforting sensation in the pit of her stomach. It sounded like a word she would utter. Pivot to the next question. "Regarding your sanity, I cannot answer that as I am not qualified to make that determination, but you appear lucid."

So he wasn't going insane... His hand resumed its ministrations along her leg which traveled up to her sticky inner thigh. "I..." Lamar closed his eyes after the whisper then relaxed his frame into her bed. "It doesn't matter - what we might have done or in the fantasy. Only what we're doing now. I think...I need to be with you?" The forbidden word was unspoken.

"Only that which is real, exists." Sera replied, her way of agreeing with what Lamar said. Well, at least in agreement with the first part. The second part was rather..."Need? Why? Have I damaged you?" Why would he need? It felt like yet another very specific word.

The scent of sex still lingered in the air within her quarters, permeating the bedroom and intoxicating his nostrils. His fingers traveled up her leg and to her sticky folds where they began to softly massage her crevice. "You didn't hurt me," he lightly chucked while affectionately looking to her. "You weren't nice to me when you came into the shuttle bay but I'll let that go. And I hurt you in engineering...I want to make it up to you."

"How magnanimous of you." Sera responded drolly, not quite understanding what Lamar was insinuating at first, however, the continued stroking helped to clarify. "Oh..." It came out far sultrier than she had intended. "This matters, then, to you." Using his own words against him, Sera closed the distance between their bodies and lightly kissed the sharp line of his chin, and then began planting soft kisses and sharp nips his throat, to the juncture of where his neck met his shoulder. Once there she nipped him particularly hard, stopping just before she would have broken the skin. The restraint was not pleasing, but the goal was to leave a mark that would heal.

A series of shaky breaths broke his calm and well-poised demeanor. Her lips' movements across his face, neck then chest evoked another firm erection and an immediate desire to restart the sexual proclivities they'd recently engaged in. He grimaced within the darkness of her bedroom when her teeth hardened against his skin - while his hands moved to grip her waist, and his member tapped against her belly waiting to be guided.

Sera felt his growing erection from her ministrations and in that moment felt...powerful...desirable. She had never been able to arouse much of anything from Viruk other than, perhaps disdain. So, this was a rather fascinating novelty for her. Leaning back, Sera regarded Lamar with a serene expression, even while her hands traced their way down his chest and abdomen to lightly skim her fingers over his burgeoning erection.

"Tell me what you want, Lamar. I'll do anything you want." The words spilled out of her mouth, and in some way tied the strange recollections to the current moment. He was correct. There was only the present.

Those were wording most men usually had to exchange credits to hear in the bowels of Rigel VII's debauchery dens. And none of those women were near as beautiful as the young Vulcan laying so close to him, nor were they ever spoken with such true passion. "...Roll over and get on your hands and knees..." Lamar pushed himself upright to rest on his knees while a sudden craving to take her from behind overcame him.

"As you wish." Sera readily acquiesced and rose to her knees. She halted a moment to gather her hair and pull it over her shoulder before dropping forward into the position he requested. It took considerable effort to not crane her neck to look behind her. Instead, she closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly as she waited in anticipation for his touch. It was becoming quite compelling sensation.

What a glorious sight. Even within her dimly lit quarters, the skin of her toned thighs and calves, lithe hips and posterior reflected starlight from the large window and cast her long body in graceful shadows. Lamar shuffled on his knees to close the distance to her. One of his large hands reached out and sensually stroked the back of her torso with his palm, up and down the length from her tailbone to her neck then across her protruding shoulder blades. His eyes traveled down to the glistening organ between her legs still slick with his previous contributions from minutes prior. He pushed himself against her opening but teasingly refrained from fully entering her and pulled away before performing the same motion again.

Muscles jumped involuntarily as he ran his hand along her spine, and she made an involuntary sound similar to a cat's trill. No one had ever touched Sera in such a manner before. It was quite arousing. She was ready for him again, but he teased her! "Lamar, she implored in impatience.

His dark irises twinkled with anticipation and demure self-satisfaction. The tone of her voice betrayed her want - need - which he was all-so-willing to accommodate. The final remnants of their duty shift squabbling had disappeared from his thoughts and now he only perceived her as his partner and lover. Because she was. He maneuvered his head into her folds and felt them easily part before her channel tightly stretched around him once more. With a hard thrust, he fully penetrated her; he pulled out several inches then firmly pushed in again...then again, and again. Both of his hands moved to grip her waist along each side and hold her in place.

Yes. Gentleness was not needed. Sera was unsure if he was somehow being subconsciously accommodating or if humans also engaged in such vigorous congress. More research would have to be performed. Gods, was she actually considering this?! It was enough of a cerebral distraction to keep Sera from moving as Lamar 'held' her still. She wasn't restrained with any particularly compelling strength to do so, but she had said she would do what he wanted...

Consecutive and recurring pumps hardened Lamar's facial features. The clapping of their skins against each other now loudly echoed through the bedroom and his thighs soon became slick with their combined fluids both past and present. He wanted to feel her more. Her body, and by extension, her essence. He leaned forward across her back and pressed his chest against her then moved his hands to again grasp her breasts and tightly caress them. The side of his head now laid against one of her ears to allow her to hear his stifled grunts which escaped his throat in conjunction with each motion that rocked her frame.

His movements...his behavior...it held a sort of intimacy that was utterly alien to her. Skin on skin, hands moving across her flesh with no other purpose than to stimulate. It was quite pleasurable, therefore dangerous. She warred against her own instincts to readily take what he was offering her, and then to take even more. It was fortuitous that his form was behind her, making purposeful touch impossible in the moment.

The small sounds he made as he continued to pump into her from behind were quite...fascinating. She wanted to hear more of them, so she began to experiment within the confines of the position he had her in. Arching her lower back slightly, Sera managed to tilt her pelvis, and he drove deeper, the tip of his lok slamming forcefully against her cervix. Gritting her teeth, a pleasure-pained moan was dragged from her. Yes, yes, yes!

More plunges into her persisted with the intensity of a phaser rifle's compressor rapidly cycling during the heat of battle. His heavy exercise-induced breaths mixed with the sound of ongoing exertion between the two. Lamar's eyelids closed and he moved one hand to the back of her shoulders where it pushed her collar and head into the bed sheets beneath them. Time seemed to slow in a most exceptional manner - his full length repeatedly buried into her and summoned a coming awakening he was surprised to experience so quickly. Harder. Faster. Stronger.

Sera could 'feel' that Lamar was readily reaching his peak through his hands' contact against her skin. What was unusual about it was that his impending climax appeared to provoke a reciprocal response in her. She gasped and grasped at her bedding with her hands as each friction-inducing thrust catapulted her forward, willingly going along for the ride of their impending shared release. Such foreknowledge should concern her, but Sera couldn't be bothered with such nonsense at the moment.

Bright sparks dazzled inside his blackened vision just before his hands forcefully squeezed her soft skin beneath his fingers with enough pressure to bruise. His molars ground together before involuntarily parting to release a prominent cry of passion and the inside of her loins received another dose of his reproductive fluids. The copulation was primal - the very essence of its irresistible nature devoid of any other care in the universe during the present moment.

His cries of release fueled her own, and Sera screwed her eyes shut as the sensation of her own orgasm added to what she perceived through the connection through skin-to-skin contact with him. He twitched within her, riding out his own pleasure - and the tugging sensation felt deep within her was somehow mirrored in the base of her skull. It felt somewhat consequential, but her logic had checked out for the moment, so she chose instead of focus on the residual aftershocks of pleasure. Slowly, languidly, Sera pushed herself up off her hands and looked over her shoulder at him. Eyes closed, expression still beatific, Lamar was a most aesthetically pleasing example of his species.

Beads of cool sweat dripped from his chin onto her back while his cadence slowed, and he opened his eyes. Already adjusted to the dim lighting, he immediately locked his passionate gaze onto hers and held her striking blue irises. "Sera..." he panted before expressing a subtle yet intimate smile to her. Both of his large hands released their grip on her then reached behind to gently rub her back - just as he'd begun mere minutes prior.

Back arching like a cat, Sera couldn't help but react to the tracing of his hands again along her spine. It all just felt like too much in the moment. Overstimulated, Sera shifted her hips and moved forward enough so that he slipped from her slippery folds, and rolled so that she could collapse onto her side. His scent now permeated her skin, and the culmination of his pleasure began to seep out of her. Sexual intercourse with a human was apparently very messy.

"That was...agreeable."

Lamar continued to pant while catching his breath and recovering from tranquility. The reality of his just-concluded affairs presented itself which caused him to look down across her long body and to the vacancy on her bed adjacent to her laying position which awaited his presence. He followed her lead and leaned forward to plop himself next to her with his head resting mere inches from her but not before pressing a kiss against her full lips. "Agreeable is good, right?" he teased in reply.

Sera blinked a few times after he kissed her again, trying to determine what his motivations were for that. However, as he relaxed back into a position that appeared comfortable to him, she surmised that it was simply an impromptu demonstration of...affection, perhaps?

"The definition of agreeable in your language is enjoyable and pleasurable; pleasant. So...yes." Her response was delivered in a tone that wasn't quite emotionally laden, but did hold a subtle undertone of levity that she generally did not use.

"Has this satisfied your curiosity?"

Lamar frowned in an attempt to interpret the meaning behind her question. "I guess so...but I still feel like we've done this before." Lingering traces of his visions involving her still occasionally resurfaced from minute to minute. "Not exactly this," he motioned to her and the rest of the bedroom. "But something really similar." He realized he wasn't fully answering her question then rolled on to his back to stare up at the dark bulkhead above her bed. "You're the first Vulcan I've ever been with. Here or imagined."

"That is...not unexpected." Long fingers hesitantly reached out and traced imaginary lines on his chest over where his heart lay. The touch was unnecessary but the urge, nonetheless, felt mildly...compelling. "Vulcans do not engage in casual relationships."

That sounded strange to him for a multitude of reasons he couldn't quite prioritize. "Ever? You don't have casual romance in your culture? Like before dating? Or marriage?"

"No. It is...unnecessary. Arrangements are made between families to bind respective offspring together during early childhood. Therefore, it is quite rare to meet one that has no such ties." Sera was unsure why she was speaking of any of this, and to a human, no less.

"I am uncertain of the wisdom in engaging in such an act with you, as...satisfactory as it might be." The temperature difference between her hand and his chest was quite diverting.

Lamar placed his hand lightly over hers and stroked the barely perceptible lacy pattern of Lichtenberg figures on her skin. He'd have to ask her where they came from eventually, but in the meantime, he thought more about her divulged species' mating rituals. "So, when you sleep with someone, it's for a permanent union, right?" A short pause ensued. "So, this means you want to marry me?"

Sera wrenched her hand away and sat up at his audacity. "Certainly not, Lamar. You are not...we would not be compatible." It simply did not compute. How he would draw such a conclusion was incomprehensible. No. No! Impossible.

Her sudden withdraw from their close proximity didn't elicit much of a response from him except a light shrug and a skeptical review her hard-to-read facial features. "Whatever you say. It's okay to tell me how you really feel, you know. Galileo isn't Vulcan and you don't have to do the runaround. Besides, I think we can both agree we're definitely compatible." His eyes flicked down to still-leaking groin which was evidence enough.

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?

To Be Continued...

[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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