8 Ball, Corner Pocket (Part 2 of 2) [18+]

Posted on 10 Nov 2024 @ 7:02pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor

2,992 words; about a 15 minute read

Mission: Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: USS Galileo-A - Deck 7, Main Engineering
Timeline: MD 07, 0136 hrs

Previously, on 8 Ball, Corner Pocket (Part 1)...

Sera's eyes changed and darkened indicating a familiar response to arousal which he was quickly beginning to learn. The tonality of her words relayed her passion which he was all-too-happy to reciprocate. While his uniform trousers and briefs were loosened then dropped to his ankles, he also fumbled about with her belt. Agonizing seconds passed until he managed to unclasp it then push her chest back with one hand until the back of her shoulder blades lay flush against the table's bright multi-colored LCARS display. His fingers tucked inside her waist line then firmly pulled her pants until her naked crotch and bronze-skinned thighs were fully exposed. A final pull dragged them down across her boots after which they were discarded with prejudice. Beneath her fingers, he hardened to his fullest while stepping in between her legs and admiring the sight of the short, neatly-trimmed dark brown hairs adorning her compact folds. "Tell me what you want..." he teased, pushing a hand under her uniform jacket up across the taut skin of her abdomen.

And Now, the Conclusion...

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Suddenly looking up, Sera observed that her earlier most illogical daydream was somehow coming to fruition. She did not feel the least built guilty for that. Lamar pressed her down against the table and with great jerks got her pants off of her legs. She quickly removed her boots with her socked toes, one then the other before he stepped between her legs and used her own words against her...

"You'll do anything that I want?" What began as a saucy rejoinder became far more serious--to her--as the last of the words left her mouth. Her lust-blown blackened eyes stared at his at his with an unnerving intensity. Part of her found that it was waiting with baited breath. Say it...say it and be mine...mine, mine, mine... There was no escaping this; she was completely fixated upon him now.

He grinned at her witty reply, his mouth salivating and wanting to kiss her if not for the distance in their current position. Instead, he gripped her lithe fingers which held his shaft in her hand and guided his head in a teasing manner up and down the crease between her legs. "...If you say please..."

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Sera surprised herself as she made an involuntary pained sound. "Lamarr..." She pleaded, her Vulkahnsu accent drawing his name out into a short trill, "Please...I burn!" Gods, this was becoming unbearable. Her skin felt tight, and the barely visible sheen of sweat was becoming more obvious, causing the intense color of the core to glitter upon her skin with sparkles of brilliant blue. Why would he torture her so! If he could only understand...he would already be inside of her!

He burned too. His phallus throbbed and ached to find its home within her. Slowly he maneuvered his tip against her opening then even more slowly he broke her seal and spread her wide. "Hold still..." He stepped himself forward ever so methodically while entering deep inside her until he finally met resistance.

Sera instantly stilled, although she wanted nothing more than to writhe beneath him in longing and frustration. Air hissed through her gritted teeth as he continued to invade her inch by agonizing inch. "Yes, yes, yes!" she inwardly crowed in triumph when he finally gave into her most insistent demand. This. This was everything.

However, there was one small problem. Given her position--flack on her back on top of the pool table--she couldn't touch his body in the manner she desired. And Sera wanted nothing more than to caress Lamar's cheek, to touch the psi-points on his face, parted from me and never parted...on second thought, given her current loss of control, perhaps this was the ideal position for copulation.

He allowed a short moment of pause for her loins to adjust to his girth, during which he raised both of her legs up high so they rested atop his shoulders. Another shuffle step forward into her followed then her lowered her thighs while gripping the backs of her knees to allow her calves to bend freely down with the force of gravity. He initiated a firm thrust into her against her cervical barrier then withdrew before repeating the motion. Her body jolted across the smooth LCARS table before being pulled back by his grip then sliding again.

Her breath escaped her in an audible gasp at his forceful thrust. She almost saw stars; his angle was perfect! Releasing the tension in her neck, Sera allowed her head to roll back and her eyes gazed upward towards the matter reactor injector. Again. Again. Again. Seemingly in time with the heartbeat of the warp core. Gods! She would assassinate Surak himself if it would ensure that the sensations being engendered currently would continue indefinitely. Which was outrageous. Ha! This was all outrageous. She was copulating on the pool table with a coworker in her own department, while on duty! It was ludicrous! She made the strange humorous sound that felt somehow appropriate to the current state of her being. "I am a bad officer, Lamar...I now believe that some regulations are dispensable and shouldn't always be adhered to."

"...So bad that you'll be demoted to crewman..." He pounded into her again, still with slow and methodical cadence to emphasize the power from each thrust. "...They'll lock us in the brig for 30 days..." a primal grunt rumbled within his chest when their pelvises rigorously impacted once more. "...And I'll put you up against the wall every night and make you scream..."

"Such punishment...Perhaps it would...be best to simply...surrender. It is illogical to put off such well-deserved correction." Sera had no idea what she was doing - speaking in hypotheticals regarding imaginative fictions did not come easily, but she tried, because the thought of telling him his statement was illogical held no appeal. "Or...we could not get caught." His face and neck might have been out of hands reach but his abdomen and chest weren't. Her nails raked across his skin, leaving lightly reddening lines in their wake.

The most subtle of winces momentarily graced his face and broke through the light sheen of sweat now developing. He held her legs in his hands, now splaying them further apart to open her wider and control their short-term destiny. He slapped his hips into her butt over and over with audible echoes while the thick scent of sex seeped into the air within main engineering. Words were difficult to express the sensation he was now feeling within her; ecstasy? Euphoria? He continued to look down at her beautiful body and face with a passion-filled gaze. "...Tell me you'll marry me...I want you all to myself..."

He reciprocated the desire to join with her. Well, he had done so in the future hadn't he? - if her 'memory' was an accurate representation of the events that occurred in the shuttle. Lamar's silent 'Vulcan' proposition to be her mate, the assertive look, the lifting of his chin - it replayed in her mind with the vividness of an event that felt like it just occurred. She had readily accepted then...and now?

"I...I will recognize...no other..." Sera replied in a breathless pant as she stared up into his eyes with an alien intensity. "You are mine, Lamar," She all but purred.

Mine! the primal part of her crooned in triumph. She stretched her arms along the table top and grasped at the edge to keep from sliding across the now slick surface with each of his rather stimulating thrusts. Anchoring herself, it allowed for Lamar to penetrate her as far physically possible without permanent damage, but more importantly, he was again hitting that spot, over and over again. Sera was no longer capable of words, but sounds? The area directly surrounding the warp core had particularly good acoustics.

He momentarily closed his eyes and listened to each of her resounding cries which erupted in conjunction his plunges. They drowned out the sound of their smacking skin, and for the longest of moments, he cherished listening to her most primeval Vulcanness revealed to him for the first time. Lamar could feel some of the bliss she was experiencing and he let out a throaty moan himself while feeling the climax of their intimacy beginning to sprout. His. She was his.

Just as the pleasures from her rather mind-altering climax were beginning to dissipate, the overwhelming otherness of his own release crashed over her. She screwed her eyes shut and grit her teeth expecting a most jarring experience, but it felt somehow less foreign this time. Her thighs quivered involuntarily against his arms, and she had to force herself to release the vice-like grip she held on the table's edge lest she damage it.

Sera's toned and muscled thighs trembled beneath his hands' grip which he soon tightened to pulled her into him as forcefully as he could manage. A series of pants exhaled from his lips in rapid succession while his eyes screwed shut and he grit his teeth. Her orgasm tightened her cavity against his member which was soon invaded by a succession of thick and powerful releases that coated her insides. "...Sera..!" he exclaimed, solidifying his new permanent bond with her.

Her body went limp and twitchy as tiny aftershocks pulsed through her well satiated form. However, even with how noodle limbed she had become, Sera was able to let go of the table edge and move her hand slowly to cover one of his hands that was splayed on the pool table's surface. Satisfaction poured through the contact and something inside of Sera preened in gratification.

"Yes, Lamar?" Sera inquired in a soft, languid tone. She wasn't going to move yet. Maybe never. More research needed to be performed. Logical, yes?

A wet lump had developed in his throat which he finally swallowed before collapsing atop her and gently releasing her legs from his grip to allow them to drape across the edge of the table. He leaned forward then braced half of his chest on one forearm while resting his forehead against the side of her temple. He felt dizzy. Final remnants of his seed completed their journey while he remained coupled to her, now dripping sweat from his chin. "I've never..." he couldn't find the words to explain the level of intimacy he was currently experiencing, both visceral and cerebral.

She sensed his confusion...bewilderment. That was sub-optimal, considering the physical completion they both just shared. Raising a hand, Sera delicately touched his face with the backs of her fingers...a gentle caress. How she wanted nothing more than to meld with him again, but her recent release brought back some semblance of stability within. The urge was resisted. For now... the primal creature within taunted. "Nor I..." She supplied in response, having never experienced anything remotely like this either. Was it because he was human, or was there another unidentified variable that made this all so very different?

He shivered under her gentle touch and goosebumps raised across his neck, chest, arms and legs. He didn't want to move; didn't want to remove himself from their post-coital position atop main engineering's central control terminal. So he did the next most-logical thing and turned his head to press his lips into hers then kiss her with unbridled passion. Between their barely moving loins, a sticky pool of combined fluids slowly spread out of their bodies and smeared the smooth blinking LCARS panels.

Ah yes, the mouth kissing. It was a thrilling, taboo act, and she easily tilted her head slightly to adjust the angle so she could lean into the kiss better. Already she could feel the unusual perspiration begin to form on her brow again and ruefully she ended the kiss only to find herself somewhat breathless from an almost uncomfortable resurgence of desire. "It would be...logical to get dressed and eliminate any signs of our...activities." It just wasn't preferable, that's all.

The soft audible suction from their lips parting signaled a momentary break in their proclivities. He reluctantly pushed himself back up the edge of the table and pulled her with him by the arm to assist. He looked down to his discarded pants in the near distance then to his groin and legs...then to hers. They were a mess and covered in each other. And her workspace table? "Yeah. Really logical," he agreed with a shameless chuckle. "Cap'n might kill us if she walked in right now."

"Tarin?" The captain's name was a question. Why would Tarin walk in here, wait, she could walk into anywhere. She was the CO of this ship. Her eyes widened imperceptibly. Slor Surak! What had they been doing?!

Sera shoved herself off of the table, making a squelchy squeak as her skin met changes in resistance over the smooth surface due to the number of secretions currently coating parts of her form. Hastily she grabbed her undergarments and pants and slipped them on, hopping on one leg and then the other in a far-less graceful manner than what she usually presented. Then she found her discarded boots and slipped them on quickly. Last step was the table cleanup. Once the pool table had been returned to its high-gloss, ass-print free state did she turn around to regard Lamar.

It was her hope that she did not give anything away, however her eyes were still obviously dilated--if one were to look closely--and her skin was still quite flushed as if she were feverish. Tendrils of hairs that were normally smoothed back into the braided bun she always wore outside of her quarters hung lose around her face. Her respiration rate was still elevated and deep within the ache that been so satisfactorily satisfied was already beginning to return. His recently spoken words echoed again in her mind, "I've never... Accurate. She had no idea what to make of this ongoing visceral response.

Regardless, it would be logical to take some time to collect herself, wouldn't it? "When do we leave?" Traitorous mouth! That is not what I want at all! Sera inwardly protested in the height of illogic. It was exactly what she wanted.

Lamar, too, had gone about reacquiring his garments and dressed albeit at a much more measured pace. He'd been joking about the captain walking in but could only assume Sera had interpreted the likelihood much more literally. A small grin tugged at his lips while he observed her sexually-disheveled appearance. "Leave here? How about now?" he suggested with a light shrug. There didn't seem to be much happening at the present moment. "I've got clean up then replicate some food and supplies for an overnight. Maybe...0800 we can transport down?"

"Yes. Copulation is quite...messy." Sera dipped her head slightly, eyes darting down for a moment. A Vulcan rarely spoke opinions, especially ones that weren't based in 'Logic.' "There are also a few tasks I must complete prior to this outing. The timing is acceptable, Lamar."

Her observation wasn't wrong. He subconsciously adjusted his belt while privately enjoying the feeling of her stickiness still present on his inner thighs beneath his trousers. "We're going to need breathing apparatuses down there," he suddenly remembered. I'll get a couple from Ops but...think you can whip up some sort of air purifier for our tent on short notice?"

Sera nodded. "Of course. That should not prove difficult." There were times being an engineer was so incongruous with her upbringing on Vulcan. When it all was distilled, Sera left a privileged life to maintain and repair things...and to see places she had only considered in the recesses of her mind. This wasn't Andoria or Risa...but it was a place very few people would ever experience. Sera was going to have the opportunity to see it. And you'll be alone with him.

He stepped close and lightly touched the side of her still-flushed cheek before leaning in then softly kissing her on her full lips. "Marrying an engineer is going to have its perks," he teased.

"You will have to see if the perks offset the challenges. It is my earnest preference that you find it...agreeable." Sera replied as she lightly licked her bottom lip.

"Just being with you is agreeable. I didn't like the days when we were fighting earlier this week and avoiding each other," he candidly spoke. "We belong to each other, now, right? So everything else is kind of trivial in the greater sense."

"Belong. A word with a curious definition, 'To be the property of another.' It is not an inaccurate descriptor. A bond has formed between us, and will only continue to strengthen the more...contact we have with one another." She reached up and pulled off a small piece of fluff from the shoulder of his uniform and proceeded to smooth out an invisible wrinkle in the fabric. "I shall remember your words in the future when you choose to be...obstinate."

Obstinate? He managed to half-suppress a mordant grin. "So will I...especially next month when the next support craft maintenance logs are due." If one thing was certain, their combined stubbornness could probably trigger a stellar nova if left to its own devices. "Let's go. Time to get ready."

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ENS 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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