Musings in the Dark: Feenin' (5/?)


Feenin' (5/?)

Sheila bandaged her arm after cleaning it with antiseptic and using the regenerator to heal the muscles and skin.  She gave herself an antibiotic hypo and leaned against one of the cots.  She was exhausted and grateful that sickbay was empty.  The border patrol assignment was uneventful so far and no casualties occurred.   Now, if she could make it to her quarters just down the hall, she would take a hot, hot shower, and then fall into bed.  Part of her throbbed with unreleased need; K’avir half-naked with a sword was enough to keep her fantasies going for at least a week.  She felt a red-hot pulse between her legs, a thrum in her nipples and a live wire between her buttocks.  She desperately needed release.

She could do it and then she could think straight.  Sheila slipped her hand between her thighs and closed her eyes.  Once again she saw him standing bare-chested holding the tachi.  Broad-shouldered, pecs dancing, ripped abdominals…she loved touching him, he felt like heaven under her hands.  Those eyes…viscous pools of honey, lips warm and softer than any man’s lips had a right to be, skin smooth, hot caramel…hands big and strong…

“Jesus, K’avir,” she moaned, fingering her clit.  She couldn’t believe she was doing this instead of getting it from the source.  Sheila hadn’t had to masturbate in a long time; since before Lenny.   She threw her head back and moaned, tweaking, stroking, fantasizing about him taking her; it had been far too long since he’d had her that way…or any other way…she exhaled in breathy chuffs, feeling herself ready to climax, not knowing that she wasn’t alone.

K’avir stood in the doorway, watching her.  Like a puppy, he followed her to sickbay.  He had been unable to do anything else.  Sheila was a beacon, a siren, a lure to greater pleasures.  She was injured in her fight with him; she had challenged him and he couldn’t help but be aroused by her current state.  Her arm would heal, but there would be a permanent scar, regardless of the regenerator.  He could still smell her blood on the towel.

And she was stimulating herself while using his name.

 “Ashaya,” he murmured, moving towards her. 

Sheila opened her eyes and looked at him.  She didn’t know what he said, but it didn’t matter.  He was here.  “K’avir?”

 “Ashal-veh,” he said as he reached her.  “Ki-sarlah-nash-veh fayei kup-bolaya-du.”  

She blinked.  He never used his native tongue when he addressed her.  She didn’t have a clue as to what he was saying, but it didn’t matter.  All that mattered was that he was here.  He kissed her hard and grabbed her forearms, putting them around his neck.  He started to push her back on the cot, but she shook her head. 

“Not here, K’avir…not here…”

 “Wilat?”  he murmured against her mouth, and then remembered she didn’t understand Vulcan.  “Where?”

“My office,” she moaned, kissing his face.  “Over there.”

He picked her up and carried her to her office, which was down a short corridor off the main wing of sickbay.  Sheila didn’t know how he knew where to go because his lips never left hers.  She did not think about anything other than the fact that her man was carrying her, that he was kissing her, that he was concerned for her.  Anything else would have to get worked out at a time when she wasn’t so turned on.

Her door swooshed open and he carried her inside.  Her office was small; two visitor chairs, her desk, and her chair.  Her computer was on a small workstation in the corner.  K’avir kicked the chairs out of the way and they clanged off the walls.  He put Sheila on the desk and started kissing her.  She met his hard, hot kisses with her own, taking a moment to bite his lower lip.  He growled; it rumbled up from the pit of his manhood and he pulled her hips forward.  Sheila spread her legs and moaned when he tore out the crotch of her shorts.  She was already wet and he was crazy for her.  He pulled out his lok and spit on it.

“Hurry, K’avir,” Sheila moaned, grabbing the edge of the desk to brace herself.  “Hurry, baby…please…”

Without any style or grace, he grabbed her ass with one hand for support and slipped inside of her in one smooth move.  He closed his eyes as she soaked him with her juice.

“Sheila,” he moaned against her lips.   “Ashal-veh…”

“Yes,” she murmured.  “Yes, K’avir, yes…”

He was so big, so hard, so right and he pounded into her with a total lack of finesse, as he couldn’t afford to be cool or sexy in his movements.  He buried his face in her neck and she felt him biting and sucking at once and she moaned in his ear, spreading as far as she could so he could get all the way in.  “K’avir, do what you said you were going to do.  I need you.”

Sheila closed her eyes and leaned back.  K’avir closed his lips around her larynx and sucked, determined to mark her in places she could never cover up; to let him know—every man know—that Sheila belonged to him and he would not suffer any fool who would dare try to take her away.  His strokes were long and deep and he was close.  Sheila matched him, moved with him, not concerned that this quickie was going to be all he had for her tonight.  No, her lover was just getting started.  She was pooling around him, so wet that it was like a tidal wave, running out of her, suctioning him in.  She squeezed her pelvic muscles to milk his dick; ah, he felt so fucking good…and pushed against him as he thrust into her.  Her climax was hard and fast and she choked out an epithet as her back arched and her hands skittered, knocking over her IN/OUT basket.  Medical PADDs went flying.

K’avir climaxed, groaning at his release.  He was not concerned that he could not please her tonight; it had been seven days and he wanted Sheila every single day.  He wished he could make her understand that he was giving her everything he had; all he wanted was his lady doctor and he was satisfied with her.  He slipped out of her and pulled her close for a kiss.  It was not a tender thing; lips, teeth, and dueling tongues. She was biting him; his lips, his cheek, the tip of his nose and his earlobe.  She felt raw, feral, and wild; she wanted him so much.  If only he could want her when she felt the opposite; if he could fulfill all of her feminine needs, she would be perfectly content with her big Vulcan for the rest of her days.

He knocked the rest of her stuff off of her desk and pushed her down on it.  K’avir tore through the waistband of her shorts and tossed the scrap of fabric away.  Then he grabbed her tank top and ripped it off her and did the same thing to her bra.

“Sheila,” he moaned, his hands moving of their own accord across her now-naked body.  There were discolorations that would soon darken and he could never deny how it made him feel to see her like that.  Her breasts were big enough for his hands and her nipples were long and thick.  She had nipples for a man.  Her hips were wide and her ass at once firm and lush.  And she could handle his lok from both directions.  It was as if her whole body was built for all of his pleasure and his delight.  As if Akraana herself created Sheila just for him.  He caressed and fondled her, stroking her tender areas, watching her face; her eyes and mouth.  She was wet again—another sign from the warrior goddess—and she was moaning his name, begging for his mouth, for him to taste her.

“K’avir,” she said, “K’avir, I want you to eat me,” she moaned.

He got down on his knees—goddess worship required it—and parted her legs.   “Sharu,” he murmured, forgetting that she didn’t understand Vulcan, but she understood his action very well.  Sheila spread wide for him, not comprehending his words but understanding the act.  Her lips were plump; she was leaking honey and her inner lips and clit were shiny with it, as well as engorged, distended and discolored.  K’avir took her into his mouth and started sucking on her; he didn’t need any fingers to pleasure her here.  He would do anything she wanted; anything to please her.

“K’avir,” she moaned.  “Oh baby, oh baby…”  She caressed her breasts and tugged her nipples, out of her mind with need for him.  She wanted him and she needed this and she wasn’t sure any man would ever be able to do this like this to her…oh, had she been forever spoiled by K’avir?  Was she ruined?  She couldn’t worry about it at the moment.  All she could hear were his grunts of pleasure and his sucking sounds.  All she could feel were her nerves twanging and a heat bloom in the pit of her.  Her nipples ached for his mouth and she found herself surging against him, covering him with her slick heat.  He was tongue-fucking her and he had a tongue long enough to do it and do it right.  He hit a particularly sensitive spot and she abruptly climaxed.  Her legs vibrated and she couldn’t sit up to see him.

“Sheila,” he moaned, licking her essence away.  “Du dom slor…”  He bumped his nose against her clit, making her tremble again and then stood up and removed his sweatpants.  Sheila looked up from her come-soaked haze and moaned as she watched him rub his lok against her vagina. He did it slowly, up and down and back and forth, holding her hips steady, all the while staring into her eyes.  She met his amber gaze and her breath caught.

“K’avir,” she breathed, arching as she felt him move over her most sensitive spot.  “Oh shit, K’avir…what are you doing to me?”

He didn’t respond, just kept moving until he was convinced he was coated enough with her juice.  “Turn over, ashaya.”  He moved his hands from her hips and wordlessly, she rolled over and put her feet on the floor.  Sheila arched her back so that her ass would rise up in the way he liked.

“Take down your hair,” he murmured into her ear.

Without a word of argument, she removed the pins that secured her braids and shook them loose.  She heard him gasp ever so slightly and then he lifted her leg and bent it over the edge of the desk.  Slowly, he sheathed himself inside of her, filling her completely.  She was so tight and she felt so good.  She could take all of him; he was deliriously pleased about that.

“Sheila,” he moaned as he began to stroke and she moaned with him.  K’avir moved his hands around to fondle her magnificent tits as he moved within her.  He was never quick with his thrusts when they had anal; in that instance, slower was ever so much better.  She liked it from the back both ways and he liked that she liked it.  She was amenable to any position he came up with and he liked that too.

She put her hands on the desk to support their combined weight.  He was biting her neck again and she spared an incoherent thought as to the number of passion marks she would sport tomorrow.  Although Trisha gave her grief, she and Marlena both thought it was hot that K’avir would do such a thing.  She would have to hide them from Julian, however.  They were supposed to have dinner together tomorrow night, but tomorrow night seemed like an age away.  What was real right now was this…her Vulcan lover sexing her in the way she liked, giving it to her in the way she wanted, and not ashamed or shy or afraid to put it to her.

“Yes, K’avir, yes…” she moaned each time he deep-stroked her.  “Like that, like that…you know how I like it…”

His breathing was deep and even.  “I know, Sheila…I know how you like it.  Touch yourself.”

One hand moved down to stimulate her clit and she matched it to the rhythm of his strokes.  Sheila was starting to pant and he adjusted, pushing her down on the desk.  She was ready, she was close.  K’avir moved his hands to her hips and increased his thrusts.  She bit her lip to keep from screaming, but it soon made no difference because she was.  Her aching breasts bumped against the top of the desk and she continued to finger her clit.

“K’avir, oh my…oh my…oh no…oh no; I’m coming, I’m coming…please baby, I’m coming…please…”

He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head back.  She screamed again and starting babbling incoherently as her orgasm tore through her.  She collapsed on her desk and he continued to hold her hips as he thrust.  She was twitching uncontrollably and she couldn’t help herself.  Her constrictions milked him once more and he came, roaring her name and collapsed on top of her, panting heavily.  The desk creaked.

Sheila had time to wonder if they broke her desk.  Or if they would.  The night was young.  


They were in her chair, rocking back and forth slowly.  She sat astride him, holding on to the top of the chair while he sucked her nipples.  She gyrated gently, too tired to move any faster, but it was okay, it was just fine like this. Her legs hung over his hips and the sides of the chair and it strained under their combined weight.  She wondered if it would collapse.  Sheila knew that she would have to reinforce every object in her life if they stayed together.  K’avir was a disruptive force; physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually.

“Baby,” she moaned, arching back so that he could move his head to her other breast.  “Baby, oh baby…”

          Sheila looked down at him.  K’avir’s eyes were closed and he sucked hungrily.  She could not say for sure which of her body parts he preferred, but it appeared he favored them all.  The feel of him was amazing, awesome; it was as if some Vulcan deity decreed that this man be made just for her.  She hoped anyway.  She could feel his desire; it was powerful, unrestrained, and nearly flood-like in its intensity.  He wanted her.  He wanted her.  He wanted her.   She couldn’t receive any more than that, but for the moment it would do.  She wanted him too.

K’avir’s hands were on her hips and he throbbed within her, unable to block or dampen his desire for her.  He didn’t want to; she needed to feel it.  She wanted to know if he wanted her and he did not understand why she couldn’t sense it or hadn’t been able to sense it.  He transmitted such to her every time they had sex.  She had to know that he wanted her.  Period.  There were no boundaries, no limits.  He wanted her.  And that was all there was to it.  Anything else was illogical.

He timed it so that they came together.  She held on to the chair, quivering, unable to control herself.  “K’avir,” she moaned.  “I can’t…” 

 “T’nash-veh vak-sur,”  he murmured, kissing her cleavage while looking into her eyes.   “T’nash-veh vaksurik k’diwa.”  My beauty.  My beautiful beloved.   

Surely she could feel that.

1 comment:

  1. Oh my god, this is real hot. I am sweating in places I am not support to. Keep it coming. I want more.


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