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

Posted on 12 Mar 2025 @ 9:04pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

3,405 words; about a 17 minute read

Mission: Episode 21 - Helix
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Main Shuttle Bay
Timeline: MD 05, 0901 hrs

Previously, on Best of Both Worlds (Part 1)...

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.

And Now, the Conclusion...

[ON]

Sera threw her head back and moaned in a sound that was so ironically similar to her cries during copulation with Lamar. Only this was in exquisite agony instead of pleasure. What a thought. A forbidden laugh came unbidden from her throat but it ended in a sob. This. This all felt exactly like the piece that had been excised from her katra by the Vulcan healers after Viruk's death. The madness had returned. However, she was no longer the same woman. She would endure this, for what was necessary was never unwise, and Sera would never leave Lamar to this alone.

Sera ceased her struggles, finding any ongoing movement too torturous to continue. Besides, what strength remained slowly trickled out the tears in her flesh. Head lolling backwards, she peered out into the dark void and realized something...she really hated the dark. "I was attempting to escape. I recognized that you are a far more deadly predator."

"You can't escape...I'm inside of you. I am you. Just like the ones you call 'Lamar' and 'Sofie'. I am...growing. Reproducing. It is a pleasant experience. Tell me more about what you refer to as 'sex'."

The entity's words were...horrifying. The chains jangled as Sera's muscles shuddered in fundamental revulsion at what was just revealed to her and she hissed in pain. It was becoming tempting to begin clawing at herself. "...Sex? Ah...it is an abbreviation of the term sexual intercourse. This...this is how many living beings here reproduce." Her words spilled out in breathless pants.

From the far distance in the void, a hanging and shackled form re-manifested then swiftly moved toward her. The sight of the familiar dark-skinned male human suspended from hook and chain swiftly came into view as Lamar's tortured body approached. He came to an immediate halt less than two meters from her, and his body swayed back and forth bounded by his constraints. He was barely alive as evidenced by the pale complexion of his brown skin and ragged breathing. But he managed to stifle his cries of pain and instead weakly open his eyes. "...Sera...get us out of here....use your mind..." He winced then tightened his eyelids to not allow her to see his distress. "Remember us..."

Sera wanted to argue with him regarding the futility of trying to escape oneself but his pained plea reminded her...the meld. "I will try, adun..." She closed her eyes, although that was completely unnecessary since this was only in the mind. She began a simple meditative mantra, silently mouthing the words and poured her focus into breaking whatever hold this e'shua held over them currently.

"Remember me, adun'a," injected the deep voice of the entity who now consumed them both. "Beg me for your life...and his," Lamar's lips spoke. Distant flames began to grow and illuminate the dark void which the two humanoids inhabited. Meter by meter, the fire creeped closer.

"I will not." Sera answered, her voice far more calmer, more in control. She did not allow the Destroyer to distract from her task. The fire would burn, but she had done so before, she knew what to expect. Focus

There was pain suddenly at the base of her scalp - a hand pulling her hair. Yes, focus on this pain; this was real. Eyes slowly came into focus and suddenly Sera was moving, wrenching Lamar's hands off her body with a shove and scrambled backwards away from him. Her retreat was short-lived as she found herself wedged in-between the pilot and the co-pilot chairs. Back protected in the moment, it meant any threat would come from Lamar's direction. Regardless, she pulled her knees to her chest to make a smaller target and was set upon by rigors again. "Lamar, return to me..." Her voice was a hoarse croak.

The Other Side shattered and Lamar gasped, inhaling an urgent dose of fresh oxygen from within Galileo's artificial atmosphere. His dilated pupils' black irises dissolved back to their original form of his dark brown eyes which then shut under his eyelids while he collapsed to a single knee. "Sera..." he managed to whisper.

Cold moved through her veins. She heard Lamar's whispered utterance of her name but she was not in a state to respond, currently. The entity was merging...integrating with her...she saw the veins under her skin in her hands and arms appeared dark...infected. Like the dream on Remidia...the biting, burning appendages, the feeling of ice as it tracked up her veins, towards her core, towards her mind.

You are different from the ones known as 'Lamar' and 'Sofie'...ahh, I see now. This physical form feels far more primal. The contrast is...fascinating. Ket'Cheleb mocked. Her own 'inner chorus' had been replaced by a Dark God...

I have many questions regarding sex for reproduction. You have engaged in sex with Lamar, but no propagation has occurred. You both are failing at the purpose of this sexual intercourse, yes?

Sadistic laughter echoed. Ah...I am learning so much here. Your mind is so...orderly. Lamar is different from you...a different creature...species? Not easily combined...hmm. Pain lanced through Sera's brain and she cried out and grabbed the sides of her head as if to keep her skull from coming apart.

The barriers will be overcome. I want more, just as you do, my dear. Oh, do not deny...I feel your desire, how it...burns. The pain suddenly ceased, but Sera felt no meaningful relief from the respite. You all must demonstrate this reproduction to me.

"Nirsh...! Sera verbally replied in a concerned tone to the silent dialogue in her mind. Laughter again rang out, sardonic in its tone, but Ket'Cheleb said nothing more in the moment.

Her surroundings came back into focus. The shuttle. Lamar, on his knee. Hurt? Sera pushed herself out of the small space she had wedged herself into reached out and touched his bent knee. "Adun..." She replied as she looked up at him. Gods, he was so appealing to her. Long fingers--tipped with sharp nails, smeared with small spots of red--began to slowly slide up his thigh.

He continued to breathe and collect himself but new advances produced confusion in his thoughts. Where had he just been? What had he just been? He looked across the cramped confines within the Type 6 before raising his diluted gaze toward her. "...What...?" he whispered before swallowing a dry lump in his throat. Then the sudden shock of her touch against his skin propelled him back into the dangerous bond. He could sense pleasant familiarity; from his wife's presence...and fiendish trepidation from the entity moving between them. Sharing them. "...Stay away from her!" he demanded before beginning to cough and dip his head down.

Sera made a soft, sibilant sound in gentle chiding as she placed her palm of her free hand on his chest over where his heart lay feeling mild alarm at his sudden cough. "Lamar...it is too late. The hooks are set." It was an idiom, yes, but it was also somewhat accurate. "...Adun, are you unwell?" Even though she was profoundly troubled by what had just occurred, it did not diminish the visceral want for him. She halted her left hand's progress up his thigh, resisting the urge to continue, and tiny beads of sweat began to form on her brow from the exertion of it.

In his discombobulated state, much of his present reality was undecipherable from the tendrils of the forsaken place's mastermind he'd encountered mere months ago. This was not a benevolent soul nor any sort of lifeform he'd even encountered before...and the more it spoke - in Sera's voice, his wife's - the more it amplified his flight-or-fight reflexes. This couldn't happen. It wouldn't. Tightening his eyelids then inhaling to clear his visceral thoughts, he extended one of his large arms and opened his palm. "I said...get out of her!"

His arm swung from the side with swiftness and uncanny force, and his hand slapped her hard across her cheek with a full follow-through. The echo of the clap reverberated through the interior walls of the shuttle then dissipated, leaving only momentary silence in its wake.

Of all the things Sera might have planned for, being struck by her mate had not been something she had considered. The unexpected impact knocked her sideways to the deck and left her dazed for a moment. Instinct told her to get up off the ground, that she was vulnerable, and she obeyed, pushing her herself back up to her knees and suddenly registered the taste of metal in her mouth and licked her lip to find it split from either his hand or the ground; she was uncertain.

"...Adun'a?" Lamar hopefully asked, one hand now rubbing his forehead while the totality of his recent action started to register. "Are you alone?" The fingers of his other extremity twitched and prepared to coil into a fist in the dreadful case he'd awakened the totality of the demon inside of her.

Was she alone? What kind of illogical, asinine question was that?! "You...You struck me." It was said with such aplomb that it was completely incongruous to the steadily rising ire his action had kindled in her. With movement so quick he could barely register it, Sera grabbed his jaw and gripped him so tight he could hear the creaking of his jaw bone being transmitted to his inner ear. "That was foolish of you."

Vulcan proficiency in hand-to-hand combat was well-documented and also within one of Lamar's areas of experience. Years spent of indoctrination, training and combat deployments in the Corps while serving alongside those of her kin had permanently equipped him with the tools to recognize and (at least somewhat) challenge the techniques and pure physical strength advantages his wife's species possessed.

His hand opposite to hers snapped out and struck her elbow, impacting a jointal reflex point in order to release the painful grip she held on his jaw. Lamar then quickly closed the distance with a weakened advance until their chests collided and he wrapped a strong arm around her waist. "Sera, stop! Show me it's you," his dark brown eyes stared intensely into her blue irises while controlling her lithe form's ability to move for as long as he was able.

The strike to her arm caused numbness from her elbow down, causing her to release his chin, but before she could retaliate he had crushed her to his chest...in an attempt to stop any further retaliation on her part, no doubt. She returned his gaze, but her normally placid expression was anything but. Lamar saw...her, the 'real' her, unfiltered, since the mask of 'Logic' had been firmly knocked off of her face. Her tongue darted out and licked at the small stream of blood that was still trickling down her chin. Her unusual blue eyes now bored into his unblinking. He 'fought' her, he 'subdued' her...he should take her, demonstrate his dominance. Sera's limbic system was firmly in control at the moment. She shivered in his embrace, considering the possibilities.

Finally, in a voice that promised all sorts of pleasurable torment, Sera answered his inquiry. "You have currently restricted any movement necessary to comply with your demand...release me...and I will show you..." The last part of her statement came out in a throaty purr as she leaned forward and softly brought her lips against his in chaste kiss. As she pulled away, her tongue darted out to clean off the small smear of green that transferred from the act.

Release her, an uncanny voice of reason whispered in the tendrils of his brain's frontal lobe. The feeling of her familiar and beautiful body so close to his...her seductive voice and muted Vulcan scent...her gorgeous eyes which had turned sultry... Was this truly her? Did it matter? Lamar's own eyelids closed when she kissed him.

A long pause followed. He opened his eyes again and evaluated her for a mere microsecond before he re-approached her and slammed his mouth against hers. Unbridled was the nature of his kiss and undisciplined was his return to a primal mindset. His hands traveled down to her firm buttocks where they energetically gripped each of her cheeks. His digits traveled across her flesh and massage her backside with passion before exploring further in between her legs. "Turn around..." he whispered to her.

"...Alright." The word was drawn out in a husky drawl.

This was the reason she had even come to the shuttle bay, to find herself in his arms. Somehow the horrors that had made indelible marks on her being just moments ago didn't seem important in the moment.

Besides, how could he have remained apart from her for so many days? Lamar's directive helped to stoke the already smoldering embers of her desire, and Sera quickly turned and looked over her shoulder at him with eyes that held far less blue in them as her pupils dilated in arousal. She made a slightly pained sound. The disconcerting need that pooled lower in her abdomen was becoming...uncomfortable.

What was the last thing you said? Nirsh, was it? This has been only too easy, Sera. I almost do not have to do anything; Your physical form's very fascinating instincts and drives will do so much of the work for me.

"Sweet Surak," Lamar, please..." Sera panted, and she began unfastening her own pants in an attempt to hasten things.

His hands assisted and forcefully tugged her uniform pants down which elicited an audible tear in their fabric; then down further, until they broke free of her toned thighs and pooled at her ankles. He positioned himself behind her then kicked her feet closer together while looking down at the combination of his own hardened dark-skinned member and her bronze-hued epidermis which perfectly encompassed the two rotund bulges semi-concealing her crevice. There it was...swollen and glistening with sweat between her legs while adorned by a neat spattering of short dark brown pubic hair.

His heart pulsed while he maneuvered the tip of his member across her secondary opening then down to her primary. With little warning, he pushed himself inside of her with the guidance of one palm then wrapped his free arm up across her torso where it captured one of her small and pert breasts. His fingers tightened across her chest's secondary sex organ before he gave her a full pump and infiltrated her loins...threatening to intrude even deeper.

Sera made a pained sound as he acceded to her entreaty and seated himself deeply inside of her with one rather efficient movement. Her point of view was rather...limited as she was somewhat sandwiched between the pilot and co-pilot chairs. However, the thought of closing her eyes filled her with a brief feeling of...concern. Enough. Best not think of that right now.

Not being able to come up with an adequate rejoinder for the advice, Sera returned to the task at hand. She waited for his next move and worked to anticipate so that they would move in tandem with one another...such efficiency was...logical, yes?

Said next move was Human in nature. Savage and primal in its essence. One consecutive thrust was followed by another, then another then another. Loud clappings of their skin echoed across the shuttle's walls and back into their ears. Lamar pushed her torso down until her face lay flush against the shuttle's navigation console. And then, unseen to her, his pupils again dilated and his eyes became black. 'Yes...take her. As I've taken you both..."

Sera reciprocated as a most willing marionette in this carnal dance, well, as much as she could considering this current variation. She was somewhat locked into only being able to rock her hips against his forceful thrusts...why, if she really thought about it, the intensity was rather Vulcan-like. Her breaths were forcefully knocked from her with audible huffs, and it became enough just to brace herself against the panel as Lamar controlled her in the moment. Most satisfactory.

She was now committed to the culmination of this act, and had fallen to Ket'Cheleb's will with barely a whimper. But that was the trick of it all. Ever since the initial meld with Lamar a small part of this dark being was there, attempting to exert its will upon her, but only time and repetition had allowed things to reach such a critical point. Even with Lamar's amorous ministrations Sera still felt herself...needing somehow. Each plunge struck against something inside of her in a rather discomfiting manner, but it was beginning to 'give.' Scrunching her eyes shut, there was a brief moment of perhaps this was not a logical course of action, but a shudder rode up her back, and her eyes finally opened, they were pitch black with fiendish purpose.

His thrusts continued deep into her core. He delighted in the slippery warm encampment she provided; inside of her most private of regions. Lamar stared into the distance through the unremarkable shuttlecraft's viewscreen which showed a simple closed hangar door at the aft of the support craft bay. Inside of his eyes, however, he saw her; his wife, his adun'a. Her pale skin, robust hips and cheerful features. Her slightly plump and small but pointy nose. Her gray stormy eyes. Finally he was with her, consummating their eternal relationship in this moment.

"Sofie..." he raggedly whispered.

All was well for a few heartbeats. The wet, slapping sounds continued with small intakes of breaths...and then...

Sera's eyelids fluttered; the inky blackness receded, and she came to her senses...well, somewhat, anyway. It only took one word to break the spell...her name. Sofie. The chief science officer and Lamar's...friend. They had been together on the cold station. Became one with The Flayed Man together...they were the first. She was just...what was she?

"Sofie?!"

She struggled to push up from the navigation panel, but Lamar's hold on her was stronger than it needed to be, that was for certain, and in the interim as she attempted to get a hold of her senses, he continued along the path she had started them down.

Lamar's torso leaned down and against her back while clutching her small chest even more vigorously. His eyelids floated shut after a series of shimmers while he became one with her and continued to methodically pump deep inside her innards. Our child of three... it's voice seared into his mind. He held Sera in place against the console while his groin painfully swelled with unfamiliar buildup. "...I," he tried to protest before a surge erupted from the tip of his shaft.

Thick streams of black fluid pulsed into Sera's cavity and filled her while Lamar painfully grunted across the top of her left shoulder. The essence they now passed along was not one of their own...but of another.

[OFF]

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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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