Unbridled (Part 2 of 4) [18+]

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

4,644 words; about a 23 minute read

Mission: Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Sera's Quarters
Timeline: MD 03, 0908 hrs

Previously, on Unbridled (Part 1)...

Twinges of pain shot through his robust forearms when her lithe slender digits gripped them with the uncanny strength of a vice. Fortunately, the uncomfortable sensation became overwhelmed by a furious return of his affection...a return which wholly took him by surprise. Her warm, wet tongue suddenly ravaged against his and her return kiss threatened to put him on the defensive. He could feel the pressure her lips exerted pushing his head back and forcing him to part his mouth to allow the Vulcan the full access she desired. He exhaled a heavy breath through his nose against the side of her cheek as he tilted his head to the side, then his hands and fingers slipped down across her long neck and back behind her shoulders where they pulled her torso tight against his chest.

She made a soft trilling sound, feeling victorious as he met her ardor. Her right hand trailed across his shoulder and up his neck, her fingertips lightly skipping across the sharp lines of his chin, inching her way up to the correct points on his face, to--

And Now, the Continuation...

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Jerking her hand away, Sera broke the kiss and shoved herself away from him, shock overriding her runaway limbic system. Breathing ragged, she made her apologies in a breathy voice, "I apologize. I have no acceptable excuse for my behavior."

Fvadt. Fvadt. Fvadt. What was she doing?!

Lamar's impending peril had been oblivious to him. Her crescending caress of his face which made her apologize wasn't required. She hadn't done anything wrong. Unless she was shy? He could fix that. Like the trained infantry soldier he was, he didn't allow her to retreat. With a step forward to reestablish their proximity, he took hold of her wrists and pulled both of them behind her waist where he firmly clasped them together in a single restraint from one of his large hands. He stared into her beautiful deep blue eyes then used his off-hand to reach into the front fold of her silk robe - a forceful sideways tug quickly exposed one of her bare shoulders, a pert breast and a healthy portion of her long and toned abdomen. He leaned back in to resume the activity they'd started.

His movement to recapture her was as fluid and well-executed as it was unexpected. She found her hands pulled behind her back, and his firm grip against her sensitive fingers evoked a gasp as the sensation of his arousal amplified her own. Wait, arousal? Unaccepta--"Ah!" Her robe was suddenly akimbo, exposing half of her chest and her collar bone, revealing a well-healed scar of tiny crescents, a remnant of another's enthusiasm indelibly marked against her skin. Sera's blue eyes widened in surprise even as her pupils dilated in attraction as the conn officer leaned in and recaptured her mouth in another searing kiss.

She should stop this immediately! Her inner protests went unheeded as her eyes closed and she reciprocated in the strange, yet fascinating, dance between their mouths. This was incredibly unhygienic. Yes. It was much easier to focus on the potential for pathogen transmission instead of the ley-matya in the room - that of she was again engaging in behavior that was inexplicably un-Vulcan-like and even now felt something within her that was other, not self.

Wrenching her mouth away from his, Sera was surprised to hear the raggedness of her breathing as she dipped her head, making the current angle impossible to re-engage, at least momentarily. "Dar...La...Lamar...we must stop!" It wasn't said in a raised voice, as a true exclamation, but with an intensity that hopefully conveyed the gravity of their precarious situation. It seemed rather incongruous of a response given her index and middle fingers gentle caressing the hand currently 'restraining' hers.

The conn officer's heart was still racing when she broke their oral intimacy. Endorphins flooded his brain and provided a much-needed release from the recent tension he'd been experiencing. Tension not just within himself due to recent events in the aftermath of the cold station investigation, but tensity between she and him which had been brewing to an unsustainable level. Her protest against their current activity was subconsciously acknowledged but Lamar couldn't comply. Well, he could, but such a thought was akin to torture at the present moment. The strokes of her dexterous fingers against his manus sent a much different signal to him than her words.

"Don't be scared..." he whispered just before pushing her hair along one side of her face back behind her ear then leaning in to softly kiss the top of her pointed auricle. His tongue lapped against its inner folds while trailing a series of ministrations down to the bottom of the lobe. A firm pull of his other hand still located behind her waist moved her pelvis forward against his where a firm bulge in his pants could now be felt pressing against her lower abdomen.

Sera raised a brow in confusion at his words. Scared? Simple fear did not cover exactly what she was experiencing at the moment. The movement of his offhand so near her face almost caused her to jerk away completely from his embrace, but all his fingers did was to brush the silken strands away from her ear and then...Oh Gods...

A breathy sigh escaped her as his lips met the point of her ear. He used his mouth so very precisely against her sensitive ear and she shuddered in response only to find herself off-balance as he pulled her tightly against his body. A soft mmm sound followed at the contact, and she tilted her head to the side allowing him further access to side of her head and neck. He was not complying with her imperative to stop. To be fair, she was not complying either. Logic warred with...what, biology? Biology appeared to be winning.

What was there to be worried for, really? Sera was just a newly unbonded female, psychically damaged to boot, in the arms of a male who was making it all but impossible to think. What could possibly go wrong with all of this?

His lips descended to the side of her neck when he continued his affections. Every breath he inhaled through his nose captured a subtle and incredibly familiar scent which uniquely belonged to her, and which he could viscerally remember from his 'visions' of them together. It filled him with desire and passion. And...love? He hadn't remembered experiencing such a strong and profound ardor for anyone in his life ever before. That she didn't resist his advances only fueled him further. The hand he held her wrists in released their grip and traveled down to cup the Vulcan's toned and round bottom. His other arm snaked around the back of her shoulders to keep her in place while his head descended against her collarbone then to the top of her chest.

He released her hands, and yet she found herself somehow further 'captured' as his embrace shifted. His hand lowered down the small of her back until he firmly gripped her backside. It gave her enough leverage to move her pelvis against his, although the angle was less than ideal to do anything else other than to tease. Her hands, now freed, snaked up under his standard issue, grey Starfleet issue shirt, fingertips questing over the muscular planes of his abdomen and chest. Touch was not enough; she wanted...needed more. She resisted the urge to tear his shirt apart to satisfy her wanting, but only barely.

Slowly, she pulled away from his body, but not to further plead for caution. No, that time had passed. Her logic had failed her...her control had failed her. She was set on a different course, now, one that held no basis in such things. She burned. Reaching out she captured a hand in her own and stepped towards her bedroom, pulling him forward with her as she backed towards the doorway.

Her eyes had become blackened pits as the unusual blue color of her irises were subsumed. "Sarlah tor nash-veh t'hy'la...nash-veh yontau na' du.” Sera bid him in Vuhlkansu, drawing him closer to a far more suitable backdrop for the physical activities she had in mind.

Heavy anticipatory breaths swelled through his chest while he followed her invitation. The foreign words she spoke were undecipherable to his untrained ears, but he imagined they contained a similar meaning across most cultures. He swallowed a wet lump in throat and allowed her guide them into her private chambers where he could only imagine the ecstasy to soon follow. Stepping on the backs of his shoes' soles with opposite feet, he quickly discarded his footwear as he walked with her and kicked them to the side along the wall.

He followed her so willingly as they crossed the doorway to her sleeping chamber. The room was utilitarian by design, but she had added some personal touches...a low table in the corner that held an unlit meditation lamp with a pillow tucked neatly underneath. An intricately embellished tapestry was hung on the wall over her sleeping platform...a stylized landscape done in unusual dark colors (for mainstream Vulcan esthetics, that is). Impressive, jagged cliffs all but glittered with silvery threads. It was made to look like the reflection of the light of T'Khut bathing the scene it a splendor that took on a surreal quality. And if one were observant, in the forefront of the image lay a small, silver pool, and again a ley-matya was featured drinking from the precious resource.

She released his hand upon reaching the platform and pulled at silken tie at her waist, loosening the robe completely and letting it fall to her feet. She was rather...partial to the covering and would rather it not get damaged. Stepping out of the pool of shadowy silk, Sera ran her fingertips along the hem of his shirt and then slipped underneath, placing her palm flat against his abdomen before beginning to circle around the human, guiding her hand around until it was firmly over his lower spine. She stepped forward, bare chest brushing lightly against his back - her mouth centimeters from his ear lobe. "You are wearing too much."

For a short moment, Lamar's gaze set upon physical perfection when she disrobed in front of him. Her long, lean physique possessed a feminine and graceful quality to it which he assumed disguised a good deal of physical strength beneath the fair bronze skin. Subdermal veins containing her green blood were visible across portions of her toned body and it was impossible for him to tear his eyes away from the sight of her fully nude body. The touch of her hand under his shirt and against his stomach, however, was electric. He sharply inhaled then closed his eyelids while her affectionate contact began to take its hold on him. Her warm and pleasant breath softly flowed against his ear and her pseudo-order prompted a visceral response. He reached to his waist and pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, discarding it like an unnecessary distraction, then thumbed the waistline of his athletic shorts and briefs and tugged them down his thighs until they fell free to the floor. The bulge in his pants which'd been painfully confined just moments prior was now free and fully upright. "...Better?"

"Mmmm." Sera replied as she ran her hands up his back until they rested lightly against his shoulders and pressing her mouth against his trapezius muscle in a soft kiss before nipping his shoulder lightly. "That wasn't so difficult, was it? Listening to me?"

Her fingertips elicited a subtle shiver of pleasure which descended from head to toe but the gentle tug of his flesh within her teeth amplified the sensation and created a primal rise of goosebumps. "I..." Lamar paused, tightened his eyes and tried to cut through the sensual urges dominating his logical thought process. Was this her retribution for his ill-advised stunt in main engineering? Her form of asserting dominance over him? If so, it was hard to object. How could he? What man possessed such god-like powers to be immune to the advances of a beautiful Vulcan? "...No," he acquiesced.

A quick exhalation through her nose blew a puff of air against his shoulder blade. It was a subtle expression of amusement, but no doubt it would not translate. Resuming her circuit, Sera slowly circled him until she returned to standing in front of Lamar's now nude form. She allowed herself a moment to study him, taking in a body well used to physical activity if the muscle mass was an accurate correlation. She was uncertain, truth be told...humans males were more solid appearing than their Vulcan counterparts. The contrast between sinewy lines hiding exceptional strength and the overt musculature of the man standing before her was a fascinating one.

But with all his earlier aggression, Lamar appeared to be rather passive in the moment. Reaching up, Sera gently touched his jawline, pulling him down slightly so she could recapture his mouth in a kiss. She wouldn't lie, she found this mouth kissing behavior to be quite agreeable.

Her other hand, well, that traced down his abdomen, ever lower until her dexterous fingers encircled his erection and began moving her hand in a manner she just somehow knew he would find agreeable.

Lamar returned her oral affection with matching passion while his shaft throbbed within her palm. Their tongues and head-tilts jockeyed against each other to obtain optimal position in a dance of foreign diplomacy rarely utilized in these modern times. His off hand reached behind her head to pull her closer to push his fingers into the base of her long brown hair. His other arm wrapped around her waist and firmly held her in place against him so he could feel the pointed sensation of her nipples pressing into his chest. His thoughts diversified and returned to her prior words mid-kiss: "That wasn't so difficult, was it? Listening to me?" He'd be the one listening to her soon. Most definitely.

He pulled back then broke their kiss which produced an audible suction release. Then he walked her backward while he moved forward two paces before suddenly and forcefully pushing her shoulders away from him to send her off-balance and down to the bed immediately behind them. He followed her now-prone form to the edge of the bed where he grasped one of her toned thighs and pushed it outward to expose her groin to him. "I'm going to make you scream and listen to you all morning...just like you want."

Sera wasn't quite expecting to be toppled backwards and found herself quickly scrambling to get up on her elbows so she could look up at him. "I do not believe we have discussed what I want...Lamar." What exactly did she want? Her fingertips tingled in a sympathetic response, one which she patently ignored. That was not going to happen. Just like what they were currently doing was never going to happen either. It was at that moment Sera perceived that she might have...what was the saying? Bitten off more than she could consume. His hand so firmly on her thigh all but broadcast his intentions with an intensity that caused her breath to hitch.

His thoughts were full of unbridled desire, and he was borderline committed to this encounter. He wanted nothing more than to be with her...in a selfish manner. Not that he deserved a partner such as she - sophisticated, intelligent and the epitome of unique. Her voice broke his fixation, and his dark brown eyes returned to her face. The hand on her leg loosened its pressure then slowly pulled back to her calf. He subtly shook his head in acknowledgement. "Tell me."

He...he stilled? Her eyes flicked from his to the hand now retreating down her left calf. "I...suppose a step-wise approach of sorts would be...logical." It had been a trap she had neatly unknowingly set for herself. That he wanted to know, really wanted to know--she could feel it in his touch against her fevered flesh--incited an inexplicable sensation to come into being deep within her chest.

"Vulcan instincts are...primal ones. We are possessive creatures deeply hidden under the bindings of 'Logic.' For now, I want what you are so very freely offering me..." Sera's voice was no longer guarded, carefully neutral; it oozed forth an alien sensuality that he had never heard from any of her kind before.

She pushed her own leg outward in the act he had just aborted, knowing she presented a rather tantalizing vision to him. Long limbs moved with an unusual grace, giving glimpses of the strength underneath the lightly bronzed skin. She tilted her head slightly, looking at Lamar with glittering eyes filled with unnamed desires. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, and she subconsciously arched her back to push her small, pert breasts forward like so much an offering to a somewhat mercurial god. Her eyes broke from his and she gazed upon her own body, down the concave line of her stomach, barely rounded hips--due to the lower fat content on her body--to her very core which lay open to him in silent invitation to partake before pointedly focusing on his erection...so exotic...

"Enough talk." Sera growled. "Show me what you want, Lamar." Take me. Make me yours. her Inner Chorus supplied silently, and she shivered.

He felt compelled to verbally reply to her desires, but her sharp mind seemed to be a step ahead of his. 'Enough talk'. That was an easy task to accomplish made even more facile by her enticing posture which now offered a clear and unobstructed view of his objective. Exhilaration rebuilt itself while he stepped forward until he was standing between her legs mere inches in front of her inseam. He reached both hands out, gripped her waist, then tugged her forward on the edge of the bed into the perfect position. One of his hands slid down her lower belly to her crotch where his fingers ran across her patch of immaculately trimmed hair then back up between her taut and slippery folds. She was certainly ready. And so was he.

Lamar took hold of the base of his shaft and expertly guided the swollen tip into her warm, moist and sensitive canal. Deeper and deeper he slid into her until he could feel firm resistance. He slowly withdrew halfway then pushed himself back in - then again, this time with more force as he started to set an increasing pace.

He was a rather cooperative lover, readily acquiescing to her demands with an enthusiasm that was most agreeable. Without any further delay he stepped between her legs and showed her exactly what he desired. This. This she remembered. The feeling of invasion, the foreign flavor his rhythm that was...unusual to her, but rather effective.

She gripped the bedding around her in a futile attempt to anchor herself against his enthusiastic thrusts and was forced to change tactics by bending her knee and lightly hooking her leg around his buttocks so she could move in synchrony to his rhythm. She was unable to touch him easily, but perhaps...perhaps that was prudent - given the primal desires whispering their demands to do far more than to copulate with this rather exasperating human that challenged her control at every meeting. Challenged? More like broke, given her current position.

The pace of his thrusts quickened throughout each increasing minute along with the depth in which he pushed - thanks to help from her strong leg curled around his backside. Lamar's breathing quickened while his bare upper torso rapidly rose and fell and became slick with a light sheen of sweat. His eyelids half-closed but not before again gazing across her beautiful chest. It was a crime to leave it unattended, and he suddenly reached down and grabbed each of her small breasts in separate hands then squeezed them hard to anchor his grip on her. Her firm yet malleable mounds bulged at the top, her dark nipples protruding through the gaps between his fingers while he now began to slam his hips against hers with the utmost vigor.

He obviously had not gotten her internal memo regarding not touching as he reached down and roughly handled her breasts. Throwing her head back, as small hiss escaped Sera's mouth as she shut her eyes to focus on the sensations he was producing through his rather vigorous ministrations. This reality felt somehow far more charged than the strange flashbacks she had experienced since the systems' test.

His skin had taken on a sheen of glistening moisture in the low light of the room as he worked himself in and out of her at a relentless pace. This concerned her. Humans did not have the same stamina as Vulcans, and she did not want him to tire early. A decision made, Sera wrapped her other leg around him and grabbed his shoulders and quickly managed pull him forward and then flipping the two of them over so that she was now lying atop him, having barely managed to not get her legs trapped under his weight, with him now laying supine on the bed with his legs dangling over the edge. She couldn't help it. It was rather ridiculous. She laughed, a single 'Ha!' sound escaped her traitorous mouth. "If your plan is to elicit sub-vocal oscillations from me by your physical ministrations, might I suggest pacing yourself?"

A reversal maneuver. He was surprised by the strength with which she was able to maneuver his 200lb body at her whim. And her subsequent words? Vulcans. Not cocky, but often arrogant. Sometimes in an alluring manner. He smirked at her from below and shifted his hips beneath her to accommodate their new position. "A great Human once said, 'assumptions are the mother of all f-ups'." Her temporary victory would be her downfall. His hands reached back up to her chest to resume their pleasant position atop her breasts. His hips then thrusted up and into her, and with the force of gravity unable to save her from further penetration, he raised his pelvis up high and felt the head of his phallus begin to penetrate her wall.

He was still trying to command the intimate parlay between their bodies as he thrust upwards. His movements made her bounce atop him and drove himself deeper. Sera gasped as he bottomed out inside of her. Leaning over him, she put her hands next to the side of his head to take some of her weight and began moving against him in her own rhythm.

"I do not understand." Whatever idiom the conn officer just quoted was just not translatable at the moment. In her defense, she was somewhat...compromised.

Humans were a remarkably adaptable species. Their various biological properties weren't exceptional, but the race of Man was perhaps most known for its mental resilience and adaptability - traits which many other species lacked whether deliberately or through evolutionary processes. That she wasn't familiar with his idiom was a stark reminder. "...I thought you said enough talking...?" he teased, moving one of his hands from her chest to the back of her head to pull it close to his and kiss her again while he continued to thrust himself into her belly. She felt...incredible. Not just within his groin, but the intimacy of her presence so close to him - her kisses, scent, movements; this was as close to bliss as he'd encountered so far in his comparatively short life.

Sera's ability to respond was cut off when he recaptured her mouth. It was an effective strategy for silencing, given his answer used her previous words against her. Well-played.

She attempted to focus solely on the sensations he was engendering, instead of the nagging Vulcan need to join with him further so that what they were feeling could be mutually shared. The phantom memories served as a stark warning against doing just that.

An acceptable rhythm between the pair apparently had been reached, if the internal warring between intellect and sensation was any indication. Her limbic system's response was being somewhat tempered by her logic. It was prudent, but did not feel ideal in the slightest. Sera gripped the bed covering in her hands in an attempt to ground the irrational urges further. His face was right there. All it would take...Nirsh! Her traitorous mouth disengaged from the kiss and began to kiss and nip her way up his strong jawline to his ear. She was uncertain what the human would find erogenous.

His breathing hitched to let out a groan in between his heavy panting. Every rise and fall of her wet loins along his member brought him closer to the edge...and the feeling of her lips now working their way to the side of his head felt tantalizing. A moan of pleasure escaped his mouth prompting him to reach behind her and stroked the smooth skin across her back. His fingertips raked over the vertebrae protrusions in her spine from the base of her neck down to her hips, then slowly back up. "...Sera..," he whispered, dark brown eyes now closed in the rapture.

His fingers moving up and down her spine was akin to being jolted with high-voltage electricity. There was no intent or finesse behind his caresses, but her spine housed a significant number of neurons that were all too happy to send along the information he unknowingly transmitted to her brain. Slor Surak! She had never experienced anything remotely like this before. Intercourse previously had been nothing pleasurable, but something to endure. But this? This brought a measure of deliverance from the rigid disciplines that were required by all of her people in order to prosper in Vulcan society. This was decadent…this was dangerous. It would take less than nothing to forget herself.

Sera shoved herself up so that her weight settled solely atop his groin as she continued to ride him. His touch shared just how close he was to completion, and she looked down at his closed eyes observing–in curiosity–his expression that looked slightly pained but also something…else.

So busy she was watching the fascinating way his face shifted between movements that telegraphed what he was experiencing that she failed to notice the most unusual building sensation between her legs. It wasn’t unpleasant, quite the opposite in fact. It rose with every thrust, and suddenly, as if reaching a criticality, she was consumed by a sensation of pleasure so staggering that she could not help but to oblige Lamar’s desire to make her scream.

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.

To Be Continued...

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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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