Vulcan Cuisine Day (Part 3 of 4) [18+]

Posted on 20 Oct 2024 @ 3:25pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

4,388 words; about a 22 minute read

Mission: Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 4, Darius' Quarters
Timeline: MD 03, 1823 hrs

Previously, on Vulcan Cuisine Day (Part 2)...

With a subtle shifting of her hips, Sera ground against his hand, increasing the stimulation his touch provided. So good...more. She wanted more. Shoving away from him, Sera quickly pulled the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it to the side, and her boots and leggings quickly followed. Lamar took the hint, stripping out of what was left of his clothes and earning him a contented sound. Yes. This.

"Do you want to show me your sleeping chamber, now, ashal-veh?"

And Now, the Continuation...

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He could only speculate as to what the foreign word meant but he assumed it to be some sort of endearment term. Hopefully not another ex-husband she seemingly loathed. "Thought you'd never ask," he whispered with the full intent to do terrible lustful things to her atop his mattress. He took hold of her hand then towed her behind him for the several paces it took to enter the bedroom where his unmade sheets lay crumpled to one side of the bed. He turned around back to her and revealed his upright attention to her desire present between his legs before pulling her close and leaning his head down to kiss one of the pulsing veins in her neck.

Feeling his arousal against her stomach, Sera felt...desirable...powerful. All rather alien sensations...but after a life filled with controls and restrictions, she experienced a sense of freedom in his arms that was...heady. Addictive. She leaned her head back in a breathy sigh when Lamar leaned his head in close. It was a willing act of submission, to bear her throat to him, to allow the male before her complete access to very a very vulnerable part of her anatomy. All he had to do was to grasp a hold of her flesh with his teeth, to mark her...to make her his. Yet, he appeared satisfied with the soft touches of his mouth on her skin. If...if this was going to be a recurring activity, it would be prudent to perform research on human mating practices. She did not want to harm him. A distraction was required. Her long, elegant fingers obtained purchase along the hard lines of his hips with an uncommonly strong grip, and she used the leverage to grind against his erection - a pale pantomime of the activity that was meant to be imitating.

A quick shove, and Lamar found himself splayed out on his back. Sera quickly climbed astride him with a look of triumph upon her face. Firmly grasping his erection, she sunk down on it with a hissing exhalation until he was fully seated within her. One might say it was 'logical' to get to the point.

It seemed like mere hours ago that he'd experienced this exact same feeling of elation involving her slim hips firmly atop him and their coupled loins. In fact, it had been; approximately 9.03 hours ago in Vulcan Precision Time. There was no deja vu involved, merely a rekindling of the same passion they'd experienced between one another in the waning hours of the morning. This time, however, the atmosphere of his quarters and private sanctuary aboard Galileo provided a new meaning to their act - a more bonded one.

Lamar contently leaned his head back on the mattress then moved his hands up her arms while feeling the firm, hidden musculature within her biceps and triceps. A slow thrust up into her raised her body several inches before she descended back down, followed by another push then another.

Sera turned her attention to Lamar's face as she quickly adapted to his exotic rhythm, undulating her pelvis to maximize stimulation, for herself...and for him. She somehow just knew it; she could feel it, and she wanted to watch him. His face, his eyes, his mouth. His soft mouth...his neck. Oh, yes. Oh, no. Apparently her attempt at distraction had failed as her mouth watered. What did human blood taste of? The only way to truly know was to engage in direct experimentation...but she had accepted his proposal for a human relationship. She was going to have to control herself, somehow.

The firm mattress subtly flexed under their combined weight while their pacing established a collective harmony. Lamar's hands slipped down to her waistline, firmly holding her in place as if she would somehow vanish in a sudden transporter beam without his additional layer of security. His eyes half-opened to take in the sight of her naked body, traveling from her face and long hair to her chest then down to her stretched opening which contained him. No Human woman could compare to this. None ever had, in his limited experience. Maybe he'd never encountered the right one but here? Now? Sera was beyond captivating. He pumped himself harder into her, meeting her internal wall each time with the force of intimate passion.

He was so...gentle. His touch...considerate. None of this came from a place of weakness. From the moment they had first embraced, she had discerned his want for sexual gratification assuredly, but also the want to bring the same to her. For a Human male to be so far superior to a Vulcan, in that respect...in a very important respect...how would she keep this arrangement informal? Leaning forward, Sera gripped Lamar's shoulders in a controlled manner. This was quickly becoming an exercise in restraint when the goal was complete release.

A grunt of exertion mixed with gratification audibly emanated from his throat while he continued his motions. Her hands' electric touch combined with his own grip on her threatened to make him woozy but he instead settled into a most satisfying rhythm containing precise, echoing sounds of their pelvises impacting each other. Culmination wasn't the goal; it was the journey which carried the most wait, and Lamar was in no rush to fulfill either his nor her ultimate goal. This...this here, in this moment, was the apex of copulation to never be forgotten. "..Sera...just like this..." he amorously whispered.

Tilting her head, Sera tried to decipher what he meant by his statement. Oh, the way his expression had shifted, certainly spoke of this current rate and rhythm as being quite satisfying...and yet, she wondered if there was something more to his words? As curious as she was though, other matters took precedence in the moment. "As you wish..." She replied.

As he wished. Lamar opened his eyes to look at her - into her beautiful and exotic blue irises while catching a view of her long braided hair which he could feel bobbing across the backs of his fingers all the way down at her waist. She was perfection. He pulled his forearms around her waist and held her tightly for the following minute until his facial features tightened with impending culmination. His chest heaved then he closed his eyes again and let out a primal grunt accompanied by a series of harder yet unevenly-paced thrusts into her.

Sera felt the rhythm change, become erratic. The cording in his neck become prominent as he was taken by the impending orgasm, and she was able to watch it all with very interested eyes. She was not expecting his pleasure to affect hers too. Oh, it wasn't the same as sharing through a meld, but she experienced his climax and it in turn triggered her own.

She made small, inarticulate sounds as she shuddered over him. Her hands gripped harder into his shoulders, as if her physical connection to his skin was the only thing holding herself together. It had never been like this with Viruk. Ever. What exactly had she gotten herself into?

He held her in place while what remained of his depleted stores emptied into her through throbbing pulses. Sweat now dripped down his chin to his collarbone while primal pants resonated from his nose and half-parted lips. More uneven thrusts. More pressure. More release. Lamar raised her high on his hips one final time before he finished. His lower body weakly splayed outward following climax, his toes slowly uncurling.

Sera watched unblinking as the diminishing aftershocks of Lamar's orgasm coursed through his body. She too, experienced subtle jolts of pleasure - but this interlude was nothing like the previous evening's joining. Lamar did not appear to be exhibiting any disappointment, so she was hopeful his experience here was acceptable. Pushing herself off of his body, she rolled over til she was laying on her back next to him. "Was that agreeable?"

An amused chortle accompanied a small smile while he closed his eyes and bathed in the atmospheric aftermath of their coitus. "Yeah. Very agreeable." Closing his eyes and releasing a content sigh, he reached out to feel for her hand then took it and intertwined his fingers with hers. "I never imagined your people and mine could be so...compatible."

His hand in hers was...provocative, but it felt...good. Her brain had released a number of neurotransmitters which was no doubt contributing to the sensation of relaxation, connection, and obviously pleasure. She willingly chose to simply be in the moment instead of analyzing everything to 'death.' "Is there not a theory that we all evolved from the same genetic seeding? If true, it would be reasonable that there would be some similarities, Lamar."

"I remember sitting through lectures about it at the Academy. Progenitors from an ancient race who were lonely and wanted to create more species, or something like that." His thumb stroked the back of her palm while he considered her words in greater depth. "What do you think the first Vulcan-Human relationship was like? Kind of like ours?"

"You have a...unique methodology for distilling information." Sera replied not without a small sense of amusement. It was quite unlike her, but it felt 'correct' in the moment. "Regarding your inquiry...I had never considered such a question before. Such...explorations are unique to an individual level. For instance, if our genders were reversed, I do not believe our...joining would have proceeded in the manner they have. I am also struggling against instincts that are not compatible with the framework of our current arrangement...would it be comforting to you to know that is proceeding in a usual manner?"

Lamar's curiosity spiked and he rolled his head to fondly look over to her. "What kind of instincts?" Dare he say the words? "Are you talking about marriage? And mind melds?"

Sera blinked at him, looking like she had gotten caught with her hand inside of the proverbial cookie jar for a brief moment before smoothing out her features. "Partially. Melding would only serve to strengthen connections between us. Such an act, given our current context, is generally performed between mates...that is not the arrangement. This...all of this...is foreign to me. I am concerned I will not be able to control myself." It was an answer that gave no meaningful substance. How incredibly Vulcan of her, and that was not satisfactory. Lamar deserved more transparency. Sera did not do transparency. She leaned her head back on the bed and turned her attention towards the ceiling, sighing softly.

Mates. From a colloquial perspective, they already were, but her pointed Vulcan-based definition wasn't lost upon him. His gaze shifted to her long, nude torso then down across her stomach and legs. "What can't you control? Are you afraid of something?" His query was born out of compassion and concern, not judgement, which he hopefully reflected in his tonality.

"I am afraid I will harm you...that in satisfying my own personal desires it will change you irrevocably." She was silent for a moment. "Why, Lamar? Why do you desire me? There are others on this vessel that are aesthetically pleasing, that are human...or close enough that such considerations would be unnecessary."

"I know you're a Vulcan - I know what you're capable of...at least what my Vulcan squadmates told me about your species," he tried to reassure. "Don't worry about hurting me. I went through hell and back during the war and you're no Jem'Hadar even if you sometimes pretend to be." Another grin tugged the corners of his lips before he leaned his head over to kiss her cheek. "So why you? Shit, why me?" Lamar reversed the question.

Pretend to be a Jem'Hadar? An insult and then a kiss? Conflicting. Sera quickly whipped up onto her elbow and looked down at him with a raised brow. "I was only reacting to your overture. It was the sought after outcome, was it not?...and your squadmates..they told you everything?"

Her swift change in body position and questioning look made him pause for a short moment while carefully remembering what he'd learned of her race prior to their recent interactions. "Well, no...not everything. Just little bits here and there. About food, customs, sometimes mating rituals." His hand released hers then traveled up to her collarbone to settle atop her inner shoulder. "Is it true women from your culture remove the testicles of newborn Ferengi males then sell them back to the Ferengi Futures Exchange at profit?" He tried his best to maintain a straight face.

Sera's brows dropped and her expression shifted to--of all things--a frown. He was attempting humor when she was being...serious? Turmoil churned through her. This...this was nothing to him. A casual exploration, one of many he would experience in his life, no doubt. It was his nature. Meanwhile she had been acting so far outside of the norms set out by her culture, by her own biology for...for what, exactly?

She should leave. Pushing away from his supine form, Sera scooted to the edge of the bed, gripping the sleeping platform with an iron grip to ground herself. "Did you get what you wanted from this, Lamar?"

The cold words were spoken which prompted him to push himself up into a sitting position with his own frown. What had he said? "...It was a joke, Sera. You have those in your culture, right?" Maybe?

"No. Nothing remotely like you have just displayed. I was attempting...it does not matter." Except it did. He turned what was a serious exchange into a 'joke.' He did not understand, and she did not have emotional intelligence to convey to him what she was experiencing within. She pushed herself off of the bed and began to pace. It helped to bleed off some of the aggressive energy swirling within her.

"I didn't mean to offend you. I was just...making a joke. Trying to be funny." He struggled to understand what he'd done wrong but maybe this was the first case of their species incompatibility. If Vulcans didn't have jokes in their society then...

Lamar wanted to shake his head to himself and blame her for her response but he was equally culpable, if not more so, for the misunderstanding. She'd been trying to connect with him and he'd thrown all that off course. Great. He watched her for a long moment in silence while she walked back and forth in his bedroom. The outline of her unclothed physique shadowed beneath the dim overhead lighting was extraordinary and he quickly realized he was extremely fortunate to have a woman of her beauty and intelligence in his company. He stood up from the bed then moved toward her until he intercepted her from the front. "It does matter. Talk to me. Tell me what you were wanting."

"I want to be in control...and when I am with you I find I have very little of it. It is disconcerting...and the more we touch the more my instincts urge me to take you. To make you mine. But I know that is not the human way, your kind...courts...dates...goes about taking mates incredibly inefficiently all things considered, given your shorter lifespans." Sera glanced away for a moment and made a soft sound in her exhale - a nervous sound. "This is difficult for me. I want to devour you."

He dipped his head after listening to her desire. Control. He too wanted control and was trained for such throughout his prior SFMC career. But personal control? That was more difficult to evaluate. He rested a hand on the small of her back then guided her to step in front of the large window into space at the head of his bed. "Look out there, Sera." He pointed a finger into the near and distant cosmos which displayed a beautiful star field accompanied by several nebulae. "I can't see Earth or Vulcan anywhere. We're all we have left of ourselves out here."

He stared at the open expanse for several long moments then his right hand descended to reach down between her legs from behind. A trio of his fingers slipped up to her soft hairs and folds then back down and up across her forbidden sphincter which he gently massaged. "You can devour me if you let me do it to you, too," he whispered, leaning in and kissing her pointed ear.

She wasn't certain what was more shocking, the path that his fingers took or the words that he whispered into her ear before the searing touch of his lips against the sensitive line her of ear. There was no Vulcan or Earth...only themselves...and in the moment it was a logical enough argument for her. She purposefully turned her body till she was facing him. "I accept the parameters." It was uttered in a smouldering whisper. Her hands skimmed up his pectorals to his neck, one hand sliding up into his tightly cropped hair and the other running along the side of his chin to the appropriate positions along his cheek and temple. "T'nash-veh kashek tor ish-veh kashek. T'nash-veh nahp tor nahp..."

His soft brown eyes became wide and dilated under the splaying of her fingertips across the sensitive and pointed regions on his face. His hand lowered from its enticing position beneath her legs then drooped while his conscious thoughts were broken into many pieces quickly replaced by his lover's own memories and emotion. He gasped under her touch and remained standing in a trance-like state.

It was fascinating to see how their joined minds interpreted with data being passed between them. Their surroundings did not change one iota, but how her mind perceived them...She was home...in her sleeping chamber...the sleeping platform directly in front of her, swathed in ebony silks that glistened in the light from T'Khut. The smell of her favored meditation incense mingled with his natural musk. It was a most intoxicating scent that lingered in the air. Whispered snippets of an alien song with a sensual, driving beat teased her hearing...it was slow and sinuous, like the sound of Lamar's heart.

If the courtyard she often conjured in her mind for meditation was the place where she felt at peace, then the space she showed here was her deepest self. A shadowy place, warm and heady, full of secrets and unspoken desires. Twining her hands in his, Sera guided Lamar away from the window back to the sleeping platform they had so recently exited. Or had they moved at all? It was hard to tell in this state of being.

All this was alien to him. Foreign in the most primal definition. A world unknown to him which he somehow now inhabited and had memories of... Vulcan. Its sister planet dominated the skyscape while the lack of humidity and dry air threatened to make him cough and stung his eyes. The scent of flavored burning embers assaulted his nostrils, then he was suddenly outside in a promenade with her. But not really, for it didn't present itself in a clear manner. Rather, a cerebral synonym of his quarters. her touch to his hand grounded the two of them together and he followed her back to whatever semblance of reality this was. All that ultimately mattered was her presence alongside him.

The backs of her legs hit the edge of the sleeping platform, and she reached out and grabbed at Lamar's shoulders but was a second too late to gain purchase. She fell backwards onto the bedding and looked up at him, an undecipherable calculation in her gaze. Her hand snaked out and grasped his, cajoling him forward as she pushed herself further onto the bed.

"Take me." She commanded, "Show me how you would devour me, ashal-veh."

Lamar followed her down into the mind meld's abyss. Her position was clear to him, her elegant form invitingly splayed open across the bedding. Her words sharply echoed though his thoughts - and somehow he could understand her even though she spoke her Vulcan tongue. He maneuvered himself above her and gazed down into her tranquil blue eyes. His hips and torso slowly lowered atop her, finding a natural penetration angle so easily that it was probably destined to be. His semi-soft member hardened when he pushed inside of her tight folds once more. Hovering mere inches above her head, he sensually thrust into her with a loving cadence. Firmly yet slowly while he experienced sex for the first time in a joined manner. The muscles in his lower back and buttocks rippled with each push.

She writhed beneath him, angling her hips in time to his
so that every movement built upon the last. She cultivated a rhythm that moved in time with the driving beat that was their shared desire for one another. Throwing back her head, Sera crushed her eyes closed, her mouth a pleasure-pained grimace as she exposed the long line of her neck shoulder to him. It was all too much and not nearly enough. This experience, somehow, went well beyond physical sharing. The hooked threads, noticed only during her attempt at meditation earlier pulled hard and tight against the fractures within her soul, drawing herself inextricably to...him.

He panted in an unusual breathless manner while his motions continued; ever so deep into her. Ever so closer to her core essence of being. His diluted vision caught sight of her exposed neck line and alluring green veins. He lowered his head into her throat and kissed her pulse then ran his tongue along the long line of her neck before softly sucking her skin in between his lips then releasing it with an audible wet slop. His hips continued to gyrate into her with only one objective on his mind state: to fulfill her full desires.

"Lamar!" Sera cried, his name torn from her throat, as she bucked underneath him. She burned for him. With a shift of her hips, she wrapped her long legs about his torso, crossing her ankles behind his back as he continued to thrust deeply inside of her. "Do not stop. You cannot stop!"

He had no intention of doing so and in this unique moment he discovered a rare opportunity to bring her to culmination before he entered his own apex. His rhythm increased in frequency while her body slid back and forth across the bed. The head of his member threatened to penetrate her alien womb with each powerful thrust and grunt he expelled from his lips. More sweat built on his face and dripped down onto her chest while he made sure he wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop.

It started with a twinge, which rolled into a crescendoing wave as Sera's orgasm crashed over her washing any semblance of logic or rational thought away. Sharp nails clawed into Lamar's shoulders, grasping a hold of him as if he were the only lifeline she had.

The spasms in her crevice contracted around him and she tightened the muscles within her inner walls. He could feel her...see her in his eyes both in the present and clouded projection of her thoughts. His own eyes narrowed and he grit his teeth when her fingernails dug into his back. The pain was soothing in a strange manner. A visceral bond to unite the two. None of the trivial pain nor her verbal cries could stop him. He pounded his hips into her with furiosity and maximum effort to fulfill her request - to devour her.

Many long moments passed. The audible slapping of their hips together and the scent of sex filled his bedroom, then he dipped his forehead against hers and let out his release with a pained grunt and several culminating pants.

Her climax was the spark that helped fuel his and Sera heard herself cry out again as he reached his peak, the alien sensation of his orgasm pouring through her, igniting already frazzled nerve endings. To share, to truly share such pleasure...well, in the moment it was worth just about any consequence. For the first time, perhaps ever, she felt a sense of completeness that was quite...satisfying.

Lamar completed his task as ordered then collapsed atop of her with only the assistance of one arm to keep his 200lb frame from smothering her into the bed. One half of his torso and legs fell upon her while he closed his eyes and attempted to process what'd just occurred beyond the sex. His head swam with thoughts of both present and past; affection, devotion and also uncertainty and trepidation. He clung to her and snaked one arm around the back of her shoulders then rested his opposite hand on her firm belly. "...What is this? I...think I love you."

Sera stilled. Love. An intense state of deep affection. A most taboo 'feeling' to her people. One that could drive one to all sorts of madness...like what she had done here wasn't just exactly that?

"How exactly have you come to that conclusion, Lamar?"

To Be Continued...

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

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

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