Best of Both Worlds (Part 1 of 2) [18+]

Posted on 12 Mar 2025 @ 8:58pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

3,485 words; about a 17 minute read

Mission: Episode 21 - Helix
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Main Shuttle Bay
Timeline: MD 05, 0834 hrs

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"Computer, location Chief Warrant Officer Lamar Darius."

"Chief Warrant Officer Lamar Darius is currently located on deck four, Main shuttlebay." The computer's voice promptly responded.

Sera took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly through her nose, using the brief exercise to ground herself before leaving her office in main engineering. She nodded to Hollenday as she left, having finished up her outstanding administration tasks ahead of schedule.

She made her way to the turbolift up to deck four and walked purposefully towards the double-sized blast doors that opened out onto a space that held the auxiliary craft, and currently one human pilot whom she was very interested in seeing.

Stepping into the shuttlebay, Sera shut her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath, catching the barest hint of his scent in the air and used it to following Lamar to his current location.

The shuttle craft do seem to feature frequently in our engagements... Sera thought as she came up to the shuttle with its hatch opened and walked up inside. There he was...Lamar sat with his back to her, and appeared quite focused on the LCARS screen in front of him.

"Rom khru, t'nash-veh katelau." Sera said in a sultry tone of voice as she placed emphasis on the possessive adjective. (Good evening, my mate.)

Their schedules--although both on the same duty team--had not aligned since the start of the mission. Sera was feeling rather...edgy and uncomfortable throughout gamma shift, feeling the need to be with him. Gods...was this what Sofie was experiencing?

The most agreeable sensation she was experiencing upon seeing her mate again was tempered by that thought, but only a little. Already she felt somewhat feverish, but in reality, since melding with Lamar that first time, in the future? In the past?, the arousal was always there - slowly simmering in the background. Never extinguished...glowing embers--

She felt her skin prickle in discomfort, as if standing too close to a fire. Ket'Cheleb... Her inner chorus cooed, The most dangerous of all the Ka-ta-pak, and how easily seduced you were by his cries.

Kroykah! Sera inwardly chastised herself for this ongoing irrational conflict, and stepped behind the pilot's chair and placed her hands on his shoulders while leaning in and rubbing her cheek against his and inhaling his scent.

"I have found your ongoing absence to be...disagreeable."

There was no initial response for many long seconds. Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius sat in Virginia's primary navigation chair as rigid and still as a threatened possum, completely unmoving even after the Vulcan and Federation Standard greeting was spoken to him. His posture was firm and upright and his fingers splayed across the console in front of him in a resting manner. Suddenly his torso could be seen sharply inhaling then exhaling oxygen like any other life form and his head slowly turned to the side in an attempt to ascertain the new arrival.

For the briefest of microseconds when he finally craned his head and torso to observe the Vulcan, his dark brown eyes revealed a full obsidian-black composure which quickly disappeared after he blinked then sharply inhaled. "Sera..." he frowned to himself before shaking his head. "Did I miss dinner or something? What day...it's Thursday, right?" Was he in trouble with his wife?

Sera withdrew her hands from Lamar's shoulders and stepped to the side so that he'd be able to face her more easily. Her expression morphed to concern. What exactly just happened...? "I do not know what Thursday is...but I was simply remarking that I have not seen you since the beginning of the mission. May I ask what you were doing before I arrived? You appeared to be quite...focused."

He looked down at his console. His large palms and the melanin-filled backside of his hands still rested atop the navigational controls, but then he squinted his eyes shut then opened them and flexed his fingers before moving them to his lap. "I was just running diagnostics." Had he been? It was hard to remember. "Procedural checklists and all that stuff," he weakly grinned to her. "And Thursday's a day of the week. Are you okay?"

"I..." This was not how this encounter was supposed to go. Discomfort...concern. Was it hers or his, or? She sighed audibly. "I finished my shift early. My intention was to come here and convince you to be a bad example to the rest of the crew. I found it...convenient that you were already here. I have intriguing memories of this shuttle...or is it the other one?"

"The other one?" The other side. "Virginia. That's her name." Lamar swiveled his chair to fully face her then reached out to grasp one of her toned thighs with his large hand. The tips of his digits pressed into her musculature then softened their touch. "I think this is where we started...in the future."

Sera stared passed him towards the back of the shuttle, in direct sight to a set of scratches that were clearly visible--at least to her--from the interlude that he spoke of. "It is." She replied somewhat breathlessly, tired of all of the conflicting thoughts. When she was with Lamar...none of the that mattered. She existed only in the sensation - a direct violation of Surak's teaching. Ha. Her fingers slowly trailed up her uniformed jacket to the small, hidden zipper and began to unzip her jacket slowly showing more 'forbidden yellow.'

A discreet smile spread across his lower face, his eyes traveling down her uniformed physique while reaching out to assist her. The light undergarment she wore beneath the fabric was easy enough to pull down, which he did, and subsequently revealed her bare breasts into hidden public view. "Come here," he ordered.

"As you wish." Sera replied as she obediently stepped forward until she was bracketed between his legs. Given the disparity in height currently, it was an interesting position. She craned her neck slightly to look down at him while trailing her fingertips underneath his chin. "It is agreeable to finally see you again, adun."

Looking upward, the lines across her exposed neck were more than enticing. The bronze tone beneath her outer skin layer glistened beneath the shuttle's interior lighting while her veins pumped visible green blood through her arteries. He pulled her down to sit atop his waist then kissed her neck, his hands traveling behind her neck and down her torso.

Sera tipped her head back, exposing the long line of her neck to Lamar and closed her eyes in contentment as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot. She sighed, finding satisfaction and even comfort in being back within his arms again. Her own hands began their exploration, starting with the zipper of his own uniform.

It didn't take long before his dark gray Starfleet jacket and red vest were discarded and the warm air of the support craft's interior tickled his exposed torso. Lamar continued his administrations while his hands traveled to her firmly round rear end then took a firm grip of the flesh. "We should probably lock the door," he muttered between kisses.

Sera made a small sound as he gripped her backside and squeezed. She looked down at him with with eyes consumed with dilated black pupils. "I have excellent hearing...don't stop." She replied breathlessly, no longer caring about anything other than the male she was all but straddling. Her hands reached down to his belt buckle and began loosening it as she nipped at his lower lip. How did this keep happening? She was utterly at the mercy of whatever this was...and she found such a position agreeable, currently.

Would someone wander in on them? Reveal their sexual proclivities to the rest of the crew? Their public displays of affection? The risk was the thrill which boosted the act. The shuttle's door remained open for anyone to see while he reached up from her rear end to put his hands atop her shoulders. "Get down on your knees," he whispered in between kisses.

Sera looked at him with a quizzical expression, but found that she had no meaningful argument to not abide by his directive. With a parting nip along his chin, she pushed away from Lamar's body and slid off his legs to her knees and looked up at him with a flick of her brow a silent question...well, now what?

He slowly stood, his pants and briefs falling to his knees after being manipulated by her hands. Lamar unholstered his growing member and gently clasped it with one hand while bringing its head into position in front of her mouth. "...I've been wanting you to do this with you for a while." 'She will do it', a deep and ancient voice piercingly spoke into his thoughts which forced him to blink then shake his head.

"Oral sex? I have had the opportunity to research some of the more common sexual variations performed during human copulation." Sera responded in a matter-of-fact tone of voice that totally belied the upward progress of her hands up his thighs towards the juncture that held his reproductive organs. This was an utterly taboo act in her culture, yet she found herself shivering in fevered anticipation. She would do whatever he wanted, she wanted to. Tilting her head slightly, she looked up and captured his eyes while extending her tongue and licking the tip. The texture of the surface of her tongue was quite different than a human woman's.

Lamar contently sighed when the warm sensation of her oral organ slipped across the end of his member. Slowly he walked forward and pushed himself into her mouth while his hands reached down to clasp the back of her neck and keep her in place. He softly thrusted into her warm crevice while closing his eyes and dipping his chin to his chest...while beneath the lids his irises again dilated into pure blackness.

Yes. This. She closed her eyes at the plethora of sensations engendered through physical contact--and their bond--that helped to feed the fiery hunger inside that had grown to a rather uncomfortable level. This particular variation was...strange, but it appeared to give Lamar much satisfaction...so instinctively that pleased her too.

Sera gripped at his thighs tightly, her manicured nails becoming sharp claws to brace herself against his assault against her mouth. She was uncertain of what 'techniques' he would...appreciate, however it appeared in the moment that he was uncaring of anything other than her remaining compliant.

His hips slowly moved forward and the bulbous head at the fore of his shaft pushed deep into her throat. He licked his bottom lip when he felt her warm oral cavity expand then pushed himself into her esophagus until his pelvis lay flush against her lips. She felt alien. Different. She was different. Her tongue textures were unlike those he'd ever encountered and her damp oral cavity was more refined; tighter than those of Humans. "Sera..." he whispered before thrusting and pushing deep into her throat.

Sera's ability to breathe had been completely cut off by Lamar's...ministrations. Her name whispered carried softly from his lips seemed to be at odds with the dominant nature of this particular sexual variation...and that was interesting observation given her inability to voice it. It was a push and pull moment. Lamar's building pleasure echoed through the bond and it served as a balm against her instinctual desires to challenge him. Perhaps her nails pierced the flesh of his thighs, but this was inconsequential...blood and fire...that was all that mattered.

Piercing and fleeting tendrils of pain registered across the skin of his upper legs. It was inconsequential as was the slow flow of crimson blood his wife's fingertips elicited. Only one thing mattered now to him. One focus. One mission. Semper Fi. His fingers gripped the back of her head and moved up into her long hair from the base of her neck. Each thrust into her mouth became more and more powerful, each incursion against her vocal cords. '...Take her. And release me,', the ancient voice again spoke to him.

Sweet Surak. The grip against the back of her neck changed, and the intensity of his thrusts ratcheted up, and she could not figure out if her hands were trying to push away or draw Lamar closer so she could consume him completely. The crackling of flames was registered in the periphery of her perceptions...it was there. Yes, submit to him... her inner voice cajoled.

Lamar's eyes squinted shut while the pressure in his loins increased to the threshold. His chin raised while euphoric dopamine released into his brain, then his essence exploded into Sera's throat. Lengthy and consecutive thick streams of fluid escaped...along with something else of a non-corporeal nature. 'Finally. Well done, Lamar.' It disguised itself within the milky substance entering Sera and quickly traveled into her body, permeating her internal organs and becoming one with her. Occupying her. Sharing her.

His release was well timed as Sera was nearing the end of her ability to remain docile against the sensation of running out of air. The grip on the back of her tightened, pulling at the coiled braid and mussing the carefully pinned bun as he halfheartedly jerked his hips having lost the rhythm to the rush of euphoria. She pushed against his thighs, now smeared with sticky crimson lines from her nails, and fell to her hands, hunched over, gasping for air as she felt as if liquid fire had been poured down her throat. This was definitely not in the manual she had reviewed on what to expect when copulating with humans.

The 'fire' spread, overwhelming synapses as it poured through her body in a most dissatisfying manner, and she barely kept from toppling over from the sudden rigors that wracked her form.

His irises blackened and his form became rigid. One of his large hands mechanically reached down and firmly gripped her by the back of her hair. A forceful tug pulled her head up to face his and keep her steady. "Look at me," Lamar commanded. Her beautiful blue eyes appeared stricken by distress while her mouth and chin were coated in a sticky substance dripping on to the floor of the shuttlecraft's carpet. His other hand reached out and suddenly slapped itself firmly against the side of her face where it remained positioned. "My mind to your mind...your thoughts...are mine." His fingers vigorously pushed into the psi-points on her head with no regard for her comfort or consent.

Sera struggled against him, but to no avail, her strength having left her. Even as her scalp burned from his relentless grip on the back of her hair, she knew if he let go she'd topple back to the ground. Then, it happened so quickly that she was uncertain if she made a sound of protest or if she even struggled. Suddenly He was everywhere. You can't--How?! she cried out mentally in a disjointed manner.

They were no longer in the shuttlebay or inside of the shuttlecraft. Sera and Lamar were situated inside of a dark place with no discernible walls. A void of darkness. Each of their bodies hung suspended from an invisible ceiling by large meat hooks embedded into the flesh of their backs. Lamar's were deep, rotten and puncturing through his musculature while Sera's were freshly hung wounds which pierced her skin from the base of her shoulder blades and protruded out of her trapeziums. Warm green blood dripped down her back which increased in flow every time she attempted to move, while Lamar's own crimson blood had long since been flowing into a pool below his form. They were both nude - both fully exposed in the flesh and now the mind. He groggily looked up to the new familiar arrival with saliva dripping from his bottom lip. "...Sera..." he weakly spoke. "You shouldn't be here..."

It took an eternity for her mind to come together enough to parse out the words Lamar 'uttered' to her. The smell of rot mixed with the smell of pennies, and Sera attempted to move and was overcome with pain that lanced through her back. A low moaning sound seemed to vibrate her bones and she slowly recognized that it was coming from her. "...Lamar?" She all but whispered when she regained enough control to form words.

"It's here. The Flayed Man..." he managed to respond with a too-late warning before coughing up a bundle of blood which spurted across the floor in front of him. "I'm...sorry...adun'a." Then his dark brown irises changed and shifted, shimmering to a deep obsidian coloration.

"Welcome, S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor. Finally we are together. He enjoys your company. And so will I." In the far voidal distance, the faint embers of fire flickered.

The Flayed Man? Ket'Cheleb... No, no, no it was in Sofie! It couldn't be here! Sera began to try to reach up behind her, in order to release herself from the hooks piercing her back but it only served to tear more flesh and she bit out an anguished cry. "Release us!" was all she could think of responding with.

"Why?" A devious grin graced Lamar's blood-covered lips. "I like us like...this," he raised his arms into the darkness and their intimate location. "Here I can understand you; understand my purpose."

"You...it is not logical to cause suffering...We do not thrive under such ministrations--" What fortitude she had was draining out of her--drip, drip--green droplets began to drip off the tips of her toes. She had forgotten this was even a meld, was it a meld? If Lamar released her would it all stop, or was it just another 'nightmare,' that she simply had to endure?

"Logical?" The intonation of Lamar's voice turned deep and other-worldly. Beyond alien. His features scowled at the insignificant being before him. "Your existence is not logical. You are weak creatures. I am unbounded by time...space...and form. You...serve me and my desires."

Words formed and died on her tongue as she struggled to come up with a rejoinder worthy of utterance. It was in that moment, Sera made a decision, and only time would tell if it was an incorrect one. Gritting her teeth to keep the scream that she knew was lurking within at bay, she reached up and grabbed a hold of one of the chains that was attached to one of the hooks in her back. Holding onto the one, she used her free hand and tore the other one out of her back and the remaining weight on the hook left was too much and her flesh gave away against the remaining hook and she began to fall.

Her body hit the metal grating with an echoing crash. It was still a dark void, but somehow the shadows had taken some shape in a manner that she could perceive. The feeling...she had felt this feeling before - an adrenaline dumping terror.

Sera took off running, her panicked breathing and rapid footfalls echoed as she exerted herself to try to get away. A skittering sound reverberated behind her in a hair-raising manner, then an male's scream rolled down the blackened corridor before it was cut off.

"S'Ers-a!" Her name was called out in a voice that had passed into the fade. It was her worst 'dream' come back to reality. The night Viruk died...only she wasn't the helpless observer, but the active participant.

The tall and lithe Vulcan ran...and ran until her body was suddenly halted and slammed into a dark, metallic concoction which pierced the front of her chest. Meat hooks captured her beneath her small breasts and impaled her through the front of her torso before raising her body upward and bursting their tips out of her pectoral muscles. Sera now dangled again, suspended as she'd been before but from the front. A robust flow of green blood spurted across her neck and face while dripping down her abdomen.

"...Where are you going, S'Ers-a?" the unscrupulous voice demanded with a diabolical twinge of humor injected into its inflection.

To Be Continued...

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

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

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