Never Parted (Part 3 of 5) [18+]

Posted on 03 Dec 2024 @ 8:23pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Edited on on 03 Dec 2024 @ 8:47pm

4,169 words; about a 21 minute read

Mission: Episode 20 - Reconstruction
Location: Remidia I - Northern Hemisphere, Creek Bed
Timeline: MD 07, 1005 hrs

Previously, on Never Parted (Part 2)...

She re-positioned herself so that she was facing him, still sitting on her knees in a seiza-like position. His cross-legged position was not ideal for her to straddle him, but given what she wanted to propose, this current configuration was more ideal. "May I perform a mind-meld with you?" Sera was struck by the realization that she had never asked him prior to this. What a disservice she had performed. They were in this position because of her, ultimately. "The bond we share is...fragile. It can be further fostered through close contact, but also through melding."

And Now, the Continuation...

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She looked down and away from him. Transparency. You must be transparent. He does not know what this will do to him...you don't know what this will do to him, or yourself. Uncharted territory.

"Lamar, this will change you, and for that I am most sorry. I do not know the extent as bonding with off-worlders is not discussed in my culture. You and I are alone in this exploration. I have been desperately trying to contain my instincts, but my controls are failing and I do not know how much longer I will be able to control myself. Which is why I speak to you now, without the variable of sex to confound things. Given your acceptance of this, I postulate a mind meld would accelerate the strengthening of our bond." Her hands rested on the tops of her legs, but they tingled and felt restless as she waited for his response.

A slight squint of his eyes betrayed his lack of both experience and understanding surrounding what she was asking him. "A mind meld? I thought that was only effective between Vulcans?" He wasn't sure why he'd led with that question above all others but maybe it would help him understand what exactly it was. "Look, I served with some of your people during the war but they never spoke of that at all. And I have that vision of us doing something like that in whatever future we came back from...but what's it do and how does it work? And what do you mean by 'change me'?" That was probably the most important query of all.

"I have melded with you before, though the outcomes were not entirely controlled, I will admit." She tilted her head slightly at his comment. "And why would they have divulged something that statistically speaking, the odds were minuscule that you would ever be exposed to it?"

"I believe that meld you speak of is what set us on this path. The memories...you might have been subconsciously drawn to me, and likewise I to you due to that exchange. However, I am...guessing. It is an exchange, essentially. A sharing of oneself with each other, at least for the purpose I am proposing. And regarding change...I am aware that a telepathic bond induces a number of neurochemical, biochemical, and electrical activity changes within the brain. You will feel my presence in your mind, and vice versa." Sera went through and answered every question Lamar had, line per line.

He mumbled quietly, "Sharing myself..." The medical terminology she used was already eerily familiar to him, for he'd heard the same in the not-so-distant past but for a very different reason. "Sera...are you sure about this?" As enticing as it sounded to share their thoughts and experiences together in a cerebral manner, she didn't know what was lurking in the back of his head or where he'd been - what he'd done outside of his control which he'd tried so hard to suppress memories of. "You're going to see things up here," he then revealed with a tap against his own temple. "Things that'll scare you, forever." The ominous warning contained no hyperbole.

Sera was silent for a long moment as she considered Lamar's words. "I will not attempt to glean anything that you do not wish to share, and my surety is irrelevant. Vulcans may espouse dominion over emotions, but underneath the dogma and the rituals lies a primal instinct not easy vanquished. Good or ill, the choice has been made."

Lamar turned away from her for a brief moment to observe the creek and clear fresh water flowing behind them in the near distance. Not to take in nature but out of a more instinctual urge to cover their rear in case someone was hiding behind them. Watching. He slowly rotated his torso back to her then let out a long breath. Sera didn't seem to understand the totality of what he was trying to say, or if she did, was deliberately making a terrible decision. What she would attempt was irrelevant; she'd end up seeing it one way or another. He just hoped she had the mental fortitude to match her desire to fully bond with him. "Go ahead," he quietly agreed.

As Lamar gave his assent, Sera let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. It was logical to proceed; there would be no going back. Slowly she raised her right hand to his face, lightly tracing her fingertips along his cheek and temple, finally resting the pad of her thumb on his chin. "My mind to your mind...your thoughts to my thoughts..." She spoke the mantra in standard for his benefit, but the result was the same. I feel what you feel...I know what you know... All awareness of her own external perceptions ceased as the entirety of her being was focused upon one thing...Lamar.

There was a brilliant shattering within his conscious thought matrix. Shards of memories, visions and emotions exploded from their neatly-organized places within his cerebral cortex and began to drift through Sera fingers and into her own mind. Various facets of his essence invaded her in a most intimate manner and elicited a sharing of being orders of magnitude beyond the physical. Periods of his childhood, adolescence and formative young adulthood revealed themselves including his first months in Starfleet.

Although Sera maintained the focus necessary to maintain the meld, she too was similarly affected. What was taken in such an exchange had to be returned. It was a most disconcerting feeling, having such alien experiences and sensations pour through her mind, but lacking context for so much of it. His mind was so different, she did not believe that she could ever completely understand it. Her mind offered up similar details and experiences. Slivers of memories of her tumultuous upbringing, a life so incredibly different from his own, tastes and smells, and emotions of an intensity was incongruous with her calm facade.

Her nucleus overran him and merged into the chaos he was experiencing. His arms and hands inadvertently started to tremble ever so slightly when her foreign Vulcanness blind-sided him. The little information she'd verbally shared with him of her life was now being imparted upon him and permanently ingrained into his consciousness. Their physical ages were similar and so with each second her lithe fingers continued to lay across his face, so too did their lives' past and present continue to intertwine in almost chronological harmony. And so too did the pure fervor between then intensify into a star burst. "...S'Ers-a..." he whispered her full given name in her language.

Sera realized she had closed her eyes when she heard her name--her real name--spoken aloud. She opened them and removed her fingertips from the meld points and trailed them along the line of his cheekbone to trace the vermilion border of his lower lip. The unsettling imbalance was gone; the empty space within her was filled with the foreignness of him. However, the meld's completion did not yield tranquility. The physical desire to mate with him that had been lurking in the periphery since their first joining surged forward, staggering in its intensity.

Catching herself with an outstretched hand as she teetered sideways on her knees, Sera kept from collapsing to the ground. She was set upon by chills, even as tiny beads of sweat formed from warmth that had nothing to do with layers of clothing or the fire. A cramping sensation beset her low in her belly - a new, aching emptiness, begging to be filled. "Lamar..." She replied finally, but her voice was a harsh whisper. Parted from me, and never parted. Never and always touching and touched. We meet at the appointed place. The words came instinctively in her mind, but she did not say them. Instead, Sera turned her attention to the small grove, using what rationality she had left to completely memorize this place that was theirs alone. A place filled with water and life, not on a hard scape vista that spoke of desolation and privation.

He could sense what she wanted; no, experience her searing need for physical connection despite her digits no longer parlayed across the side of his face. Her non-verbal vehemence was overwhelming in its intensity yet also fueled his own primality and grew to uncharted proportions in a feedback loop. His vision tightened and focused only on the form of her body within the colorful lush spinney. The purple-flavored deciduous backdrop blurred while an aching bulge between his legs grew to its constrained and uncomfortable limits. One of his hands reached out and clasped her inner thigh with force before tugging her toward him while a heavy pant escaped his lips.

A feral sound issued from her throat as he pulled her towards him with a bruising grip on her thigh. She reached her hands up and clasped the back of his head, forcibly bringing it down so she could capture his mouth with hers. Her mouth crushed against his in a searing kiss.

Osculation was usually passionate and tender in form but what their collective tongues now engaged in was nothing less than a mutual assault of their warm and moist organs combating one another with no regard for life. He jockeyed for optimal position within her mouth by tilting his head from side to side to achieve the best angle. Hot and forceful breaths from his nostrils exhaled against her cheeks while their lips remained trapped against one others' in the battle.

Without breaking the duel between their mouths, Sera released the back of Lamar's skull and gripped his shoulders in order to pull herself into his lap, straddling his hips. Although her position was not quite optimal given the positioning of his legs, she began to grind herself against him.

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He closed his eyes when she narrowed their proximity to point-blank range. The familiar and longing sensation of her thighs straddling his waist satisfied necessity while bringing comfort. Lamar leaned his chin up to continue kissing her then slipped his hands beneath the underlayer of her shirt to feel her abdomen's taut skin and muscles. Upward his forearms proceeded to move, which pushed her zipper jacket and tank top to her shoulders. Both of her breasts tightly bobbed when they became freely exposed to the elements and his dark brown irises traveled down to her brown areolas and nipples. He forcefully broke their oral kiss then lowered his head into her chest to perform a very similar display of savagery.

A hiss escaped gritted teeth as he turned his attention to her now exposed breasts. Her head lolled, eyes hazed in desire, as she gave in to the pursuit of sensation. Her arousal scorched through her, making her feel overheated, even as the cool air made her skin feel tight and sensitive. The dichotomy was quite unusual. It was all to much and not enough. More! Sera grabbed Lamar's shoulders and pushed him backwards against the moss with a puff of glimmering spores alighting and sparkling like airborne diamonds in the light of the fire. Her hands trembled visibly as she worked at undoing his belt buckle.

It was an easy and primitive contraption to manipulate which she quickly unbuckled. His head and back now lay on the alien forest's floor and he inhaled a healthy dose of its pollenatory seeds - the seeds of life which they themselves were now about to try and create. Lamar tugged his briefs and trousers down to his knees then kicked his legs to fully free them from the unwanted clothing. He muted an audible groan when the pressure on his erection subsided and it was finally allowed to rise free into the air and harden without restraints.

It didn't take long for her fevered brain to realize that she still had on clothing that was a bit of an impediment to her goals. Sera growled in frustration and rose off of him to strip rather inelegantly out of her pants before all but pouncing on his supine form yet again. Grabbing at the hem of his shirt, Sera pulled up and received assistance from Lamar as she pulled it above his head and flinging it unheeded into the shadows. Yes. Perfect. Fingers splayed along the skin of his chest, trailing down his abdomen to his erection. His discomfort was hers, and it was only 'Logical' to relieve it.

Sera gripped his shaft and without much ado impaled herself upon it and slowly lowered her weight until she had settled down completely against his hips. The sensations she was experiencing at that moment caused her breath to catch, but instincts far more powerful than the near overwhelming stimuli coursing through her consciousness were in charge. She began to move, fully giving into her carnal desires.

A blissful gasp tightly exhaled through his lips. Lamar looked down to their groins and witnessed her damp folds stretch with accommodation while welcoming his presence into her taut cavity. Downward she descended and upward he slid into her until her full body weight settled atop him. He closed his eyes then groaned, leaning his head back to relax his neck against the soft mossy duff. Sera began to shift her hips with practiced, sensual gyrations. Both of his hands instinctively slid up to the sides of her ribs which he gripped to help keep her in place.

They both were solely focused on the task in front of them, and Sera moved in a slow rhythm--for her--that she knew he was finding satisfactory. This position was ideal to look down upon his pleasure hazed expression, and she felt a deep seated satisfaction in knowing that she brought this out of him. He belonged to her, and it was a simple enough thing to further stoke his desires. She leaned over his supine form as she rode him and recaptured his mouth in another kiss. For never having done this particular activity before meeting Lamar, she certainly was a quick study.

The essence of her mind flowed through him through their epidermal contact which didn't need a mind meld to propagate. They were bonded now and despite the foreign invasion into his thoughts, he welcomed it - welcomed her as a new and permanent part of him. Lovingly he returned her oral affection while shifting his hands to stroke her back. Each swivel of her loins induced a throbbing twitch of his member and he could feel himself losing control while the timeless minutes passed. His culmination was already budding and he felt content to allow her to dictate the terms of their unity.

She felt his deference to her to take the lead currently, and she purred into his mouth in satisfaction. However, experiencing pleasurable sensations from without an within was somewhat disconcerting, and with every rock of her pelvis the sensation of building orgasm grew. Normally one to make soft sounds, this was quite stimulating and she threw her head back an involuntarily moaned in physical response, but did not stop in her movements.

Quick pants through his nose started to build along with swells in his chest. Their broken kiss was mandatory and he reached for her shoulders to push her back upright then squeeze her breasts in each of his hands until her erect nipples bulged between his fingers. "...Ahh...!" he cried out just as a thick burst erupted inside of her.

Words were beyond her abilities currently as she experienced his alien culmination along with her own. The sounds she made as she rode out their shared orgasm were not what a good Vulcan would ever let past their lips. F--k Surak. This was quickly becoming her favorite 'drug.'

Lamar's grip tightened on her chest to the point of bruising while he raised his head in futility to look at her gorgeous facial features. He firmly held on to her as consecutive pulses streamed into her tightly-controlled womb barrier and provided further, intimate lubrication in conjunction with her body's own contractions. A wave of tranquility overcame him well beyond their sexual intimacy and he lolled his head back onto the moss to stare up into the forest's purple canopy which started to shimmer. His face, neck and torso were now covered in the planet's alien fern spores but he couldn't care less for their presence - only Sera's.

The last of the aftershocks from yet another most satisfying orgasm made her feel languid and boneless. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Lamar and saw that he too was similarly affected. His umber skin glistened from sweat and a generous coating of the plant pollen. Leaning down, Sera licked up the line of his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and something else entirely exotic, until her face was mere inches from his own. "Adun... she whispered into his mouth before gently nipping on his lower lip.

His lips slowly moved under her administrations. "Adun'a... My wife." Forever and eternity. There was no more formal way to commemorate their eternal bond than the coitus they were experiencing. A final trailing series of twitches from his member exhausted his contribution and fulfilled his biological agreement to produce offspring. "I feel...strange," he revealed, relaxing his body into the mossy earth and the ferns surrounding them. "But good."

Sera leaned back and looked down at him, tilting her head as she studied his well-sated expression before smiling softly. Or at least she thought that was what she was doing. It felt...strange to move her facial muscles in such a configuration but hoped it was acceptable. "Hmm..." Was the initial response as she performed her own self-analysis. She felt languid, well-sated...and strangely hungry. Whether it was for sustenance or more of him, she was unsure. Sliding off her 'saddle' that was his hips, Sera laid next him against the carpeting of moss. Her breathing was still rather labored, and she realized they had been out in Remidia's atmosphere for sometime now.

Lamar rolled his head over to look at her pristine facial features and the coating of sweat which adorned them. She was beautiful - the most exceptional form of beauty he'd ever encountered. And she was his. He liked that. But he also liked the foliage they were laying in. One of his arms reached out to touch her cheek and he reveled a pearly childish grin to her. "You're pretty," he sheepishly complimented.

Sera snorted a huff of air through her nose in response, amused by his statement. "I am gratified to hear so. I too find you most aesthetically pleasing to look upon...and you are mine." She reached out and traced an invisible line over his chest and around his nipple.

He watched what she was doing with curiosity then reached over and replicated it on her own chest. The pattern her finger drew felt provocative and earthly. He followed her lead and circled her left nipple, his index and middle fingers exploring the nub and the small bumps surrounding it on her areola. "How'd we get here? Out of all the planets..."

She bit her lip as she tried to concentrate on Lamar's words as his ministrations on her breast tried to drive her to distraction. "A transporter, Lamar." Sera remarked in a flippant manner, but her tone of voice was all Vulcan. Humor. It was most assuredly a work in progress...but perhaps...perhaps given this connection between them both, he would understand.

Fascinating... Beaming down to a new world and exploring it with his wife for the first time; grilling hamburgers then having sex within the ferns. His thoughts soon fragmented and slowed, focusing only on that which he was most close to, both visceral and cerebral. "We beamed in," he finally recalled while his hand started to travel in between her legs. His thick fingers rubbed her tightly folded lips and drew a combination of their fluids up and across her hidden button. "Your parents aren't here, right?" he randomly asked in a whisper.

Sera eyes widened at the effectiveness of his hand ministrations to dissolve any remaining post-coital lethargy. Oh Gods...her immediate responsiveness to his overtures might become an increasingly serious concern if this did not diminish. That was future Sera problems. Current Sera was all in to whatever this was. "I cannot even begin to speculate on the locations of my parents, but I can assure you they are not here."

Sera began to shift subtly beneath the stimulation of his fingers, increasing the pressure more in one direction and shifting the angle slightly showing Lamar in a kinetic manner how exactly to engage in this activity in the most efficient and gratifying manner.

Two firm and robust digits continued to explore both the inside and outside of her soft folded lips. Occasionally one slipped through and penetrated to her interior before withdrawing and moving up and down her entire crevice in a soothing and stimulating motion. "I hope they like me," he whispered, his head now settling against her shoulder while he rotated himself onto his side.

"They are Vulcan. They would no doubt comment that they do not like anything. Regardless, their opinions are irrelevant to me, Lamar. They made their choices, just as I have made mine." Although she was feeling quite distracted, Sera tried to convey reassurance and acceptance through the fledgling connection they now shared. "Let's...ahhh...let's not worry about them."

Gods, she felt strange - lightheaded, almost euphoric...and the hunger? Well she was growing downright ravenous. Sera gasped, "Yes! There...keep...ah!" The orgasm hit her like a bolt causing her back to arch and the muscles in her arms and legs to stiffen and tremble as she rode out the sharp, sudden climax.

He felt content that she didn't appear concerned about their approval of him. Meeting the parents was one of the greatest concerns between Human couples and he'd been quite convinced his 'otherness' would be a sticking point. But Sera'd just told him not to worry, and so he let the anxiety dissipate and started to think about his own parents, Anton and Nayiesha - the former a retired SFMC colonel and the latter a university professor. They'd like Sera, he surmised, as would his brothers. She was beautiful, well-educated, tall and -- oh, now she was dripping wet and writhing.

Lamar's mouth easily captured one of her firm nipples when she arched her back into his head. His warm tongue tended to the small bud of flesh while lightly grazing it with his teeth. Her quivering intensified as he body stiffened just before he plunged a trio of digits deep inside her core to feel her climax for himself. His opposite arm wrapped around her ribs to hold her close with both affection and protection from any unseen (non-existent) alien fauna which might be watching their private display of intimacy.

It took a few moments to come down from post-orgasm high that currently had a hold of her. She came to in Lamar's arms, and saw that he appeared rather alert as if keeping eye out for any type of danger. "Lamar..." Sera said softly, reaching out to cup his cheek in her hand to turn his attention back to her. "You appear...distracted," she purred.

Her touch masterfully returned his attention to her gorgeous blue eyes and flushed, sweaty skin. For a short moment her distraction worked and he leaned in to kiss her on the lips, but then he broke the joining after several seconds while his dark brown eyes discerningly scanned the surrounding purple forest. "I think there's something here watching us. Maybe camouflaged...or cloaked," he revealed in a private whisper.

To Be Continued...

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

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

 

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