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 Vorik knew it was an hour after the conclusion of his duty shift. He was late and swiftly packed up his tool box for his stroll back to his quarters. Chief Engineer B'Elanna Torres noticed his commotion and halted her activities as she watched him gather his personally calibrated tools.
 
 Her abrupt tone carried over the hum of the warp core as she demanded, "Where are you going? We still have a level three diagnostic in progress?"
 
 With her arms folded across her chest, her dark stare bore into the Vulcan. Vorik looked longingly to his tool case then to his superior officer. He sensed her tensions and he reacted with uncertainty. Despite his Vulcan disposition, he appeared slightly flustered by her order. His brows shot up and he opened his mouth to reply, when Lieutenant Susan Nicolletti interjected.
 
 "C'mon, B'Elanna. His shift was over an hour ago. And it's Raven's birthday. I bet he has something special planned?" The pretty redheaded officer winked at her Vulcan friend.
 
 Torres' mouth gaped open at Susan's defense of the Klingon's favorite kick toy. In a huff, she blew out a sigh and surrendered, "Fine!  I CAN do this diagnostic myself."
 
 The Vulcan engineering officer stood poised over his case awaiting her orders. Vorik was never certain if his superior officer was practicing sarcasm or truly annoyed with him at times.
 
 But the slight quirk of her lips and the rolling of her eyes reveled to him her inner reactions. "Go on. Have fun and tell your wife I said Happy Birthday." Torres shook her head in mock annoyance as she watched Vorik hurry out of engineering.
 
 Nicoletti stood by the Klingon's side murmuring, "See?  Now that was not so hard, was it?" The woman's fingers adjusted the readout on the console before her, but her gaze shifted back to B'Elanna.
 
 For a moment, Torres stabbed at her console. Then with a mock sneer she retorted, "For a Vulcan, he is far too sentimental." The two women shared a chuckle in the now empty engineering station.
  **************
 
  "Since when have you ever ridden a horse, Vorik?" The huffy blond pilot of the starship Voyager demanded.
 
 While donning his riding gloves, Vorik turned to Tom Paris and merrily replied, "After receiving such adequate instruction from Tabor, I believe that I am sufficiently prepared for this."
 
 "There!" After a firm punch to the horse's side, Tabor cinched the strap and tightened it down with all his might. The horse shivered, jingling the buckles and rings of the harness.  "You will definately not slip after that." The Bajoran man wiped his grimy hands on his tunic, then brushed his errant locks of black hair from his face.
 
 A breeze caught another strand of dark silk. This time it was Tom Paris who tucked it behind his lovely jewel clad ear.
 
 Vorik's attention was still drawn to his gloves as he offered, "Your efforts are most appreciated Tabor, " His voice gently trailed off as he realized he was intruding upon a most intimate exchange.
 
 With a firm thumb, Tom brushed the smudge off his Bajoran's chin. He watched Tabor's dark lips as they softly whispered, "Are you certain that you will not join me in a ride?"  The human quirked his lips in a half smile and allowed his thumb to linger over Tabor's upper lip.
 
 The forgotten Vulcan cleared his throat and the two men drew apart.
 
 Tabor approached Vorik and double-checked his attire. "Good boots.  Now get on with you." Tabor gently clapped his friend on the shoulder, leading him to his holographic steed.
 
 Tom came around from behind the horse, interrupting their exchange. As he patted the beast, he offered Vorik some advice. "Stick to the trails. The horse knows the way. Raven left for her walk about an hour ago."
 
  Vorik murmured his comprehension as he grabbed the reins.  The tall Bajoran offered to aid his friend in mounting the horse.
 
 With a single push upward from Tabor, Vorik swung his leg over the horse's back and settled into the saddle. The blond human gave the horse a slight pat, then he felt a soft hand on his back. He glanced over his shoulder to his lover and gave him a coy grin. Together they turned to look at the Vulcan atop the steed. As his form silhouetted against the mid morning sun, he looked almost knightly. Clad in his burgundy cloak, tan leather gloves and his tall black boots, Vorik was the picture of Vulcan chivalry. If Vulcans usually rode horses that is...
 
 Vorik clucked the inside of his cheek and gently whipped the reins, signaling the horse to trot. As he felt himself bump in the seat, he sat up slightly then adjusted his rear in the saddle. He found a comfortable spot, then dug his heels into her belly, flicked her reins and took off.
 
 Tom and Tabor watched as the horse's hoofs kicked up clumps of soil. Vorik's burgundy robe trailed in his wake. With his arm draped around his shoulder, young Tom escorted his Bajoran to the holodeck stable.  Tabor shot a glance over his shoulder, and silently wished his friend a safe journey. He hoped that he had indeed cinched the strap snug enough around the horse's middle.
 
 With the wind whistling past his pointed ears and his cloak fluttering about him, Vorik felt the freedom of being one with the wind, the sun, with all. His body swayed to the rhythm of the galloping beast beneath him, an undulating pulse of body and mind.
 
 The rhythm of the hooves pounding into the ground, lulled Vorik into nearly a fugue state. He was able to think or rather to not think, but to feel and be one with the experience. Thoughts and sentiments flashed through his mind as the front of his consciousness was released from its daily concerns and drudgeries.
 
  A whispered intimacy, which his beloved had offered to him last night, passed through his mind. It had been a night where things seemed out of control and hopeless. "There are times in one's life that change is the essence of preserving the past." He wondered what she had meant by that. He still contemplated as to the meaning and how it applied to him at this moment.  It seemed curious that those soft gentle words flitted through his mind now.
 
  But the sentiment seemed appropriate for this moment. This moment of a world in bloom, fresh and open. Albeit holographic, it provoked the same response in him as a real world might. This was his favorite season back on his homeworld of Nisus: spring. He raced through the meadow. Its short grasses blooming with colorful fragrant flowers. Thunderous hoof beats disrupted the wild life, flushing small animals out of their hidden retreats. He bared his teeth in exhilaration as he watched the animals scurry away.
 
 The forest loomed large ahead. Vorik slowed the horse as they caught the well-worn trail to the entrance. The horse eased into a canter and Vorik too caught his own breath after the fast pace. He looked to the nearby trees as they sang with the tune of hidden birds.  The strong holodeck sunlight drenched him in its warmth. Such a change from the real life starship. This fresh air had lightened his mood and invigorated him. With the gentle trot of the horse, he was lulled into a reverie. It was then that a slight form caught his eye.
 
 The rider spied a figure emerging from the forest entrance. Clad in a light blue robe, her velvet shimmered in the sunshine.  "Raven," Vorik breathed her name and smirked to himself. He flicked the reins signaling the horse to increase the trot. He found himself anticipating her company with eagerness. A most pleasant sensation.
 
 It had been Raven's idea for this reunion. She felt that things between them had grown stale, dull. Vorik preferred settled and comfortable. But either way, the spark of romance had dwindled due to everyday married life.
 
 What was required was an infusion of mystery and intrigue. This scenario was one that she had read about, in diversionary novels. The plot had appealed to her. But in addition to the setting, Raven had entreated Vorik to a pretense: a chance meeting. One in which they each would play a role and act as if they were in fact not married, not Starfleet officers and not themselves.
 
 Vorik found this idea intriguing and had eagerly thrown himself into research. He kept the details a secret, preferring to surprise his wife. The horsemanship lessons had only been one phase of his preparations. He had even devised a character for himself. When he suggested that she do the same, he was rewarded with her arms thrown around his neck and a flurry of kisses upon his mouth.
 
 Now here out in the open countryside, Vorik, the Vulcan Ensign of the starship Voyager, fell into character, leaving behind his engineering duties and raced to meet she who has affected him like no other.
 
 As she stooped over to pluck a fine plump mushroom, the lovely female felt the ground tremble. As the rumble grew more intense, the beats of hooves reached her hearing.  Her gaze turned in the direction of the sound and she saw a horse and its rider. He was too far away for her to discern, but the rider cut quite an impressive figure: tall in the saddle, with a deep burgundy cloak fluttering like a sail, the sun behind the rider caused a soft hazy glow.  Raven, squinted, then raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun's glare.
 
 A broad smile broke out across her pretty face as she recognized the rider. It was not a holodeck character, but in fact Vorik. What a surprise to see him like this! He had kept his intentions a carefully guarded secret from her all these weeks since she had first mentioned this scenario. But she had never expected this! He looked so ... different. An inexplicable thrill rippled through her being. After all these years, it was most curious that he would provoke such a response, she quickly mused to herself.  With her basket slung upon her arm, Raven smoothed her hair and watched as the horse and rider drew closer.
 

The dark steed halted with a flourish and a snort, before the velvet clad lady. Raven smiled as the tall mare circled her twice, the rider taking in the sight of her for a few moments.
 
 "Good morning, Mistress Raven," Vorik offered to the diminutive female in his most formal voice. Her attire altered not only her appearance, but his perception of her. Still in Vulcan mode, he took note that the color was most agreeable with her complexion and the cut of her gown was extremely flattering to her figure.
 
 Raven stepped forward to pat the steed. Her small hands drew over the horse's silky flank. The horse snorted then drew her head lower, nuzzling Raven's other hand knocking the mushrooms from their basket.
 
 "You silly mare, " Raven gently scolded then gave the animal her due attention. "Good day, Vorik" Raven returned the man's greeting as she stroked the horse's mane.
 
 They had agreed to play a lady and servant scenario. She had been thrilled that he was enthusiastic about this experiment. Now she saw that he was going to have as much fun with it as she had hoped.
 
  "I hope you do not mind," Vorik offered in a low voice, reluctant to disturb the affectionate scene before him.  "But I could not find the stable boy."
 
  A slight chuckle escaped from Raven as she halted her affections to the creature. "You what?" she asked not even bothering to keep the astonishment out of her voice. At times he seemed to say the strangest and funniest things in total innocence.
 
  "The stable boy. I had assumed a holodeck one would have been available to assist me with the horse. Luckily Tabor and Lieutenant Paris were able to assist me." Vorik steadied the horse and prepared to dismount. Raven clucked her cheek and held the bridle as she watched Vorik dismount in one graceful sweep.  His cloak swirled about his form as he stepped to the ground, his genial gaze bearing down upon her. He realized that his words fell out of character and he quickly amended his oversight.
 
  "Your assistance is most appreciated, 'Mistress'. " The slight stress on the title drew a smile from her lips. Vorik broke the mutual stare and led the horse to a nearby tree.
 
 Raven sighed to herself as she watched him move. He held himself with a dignified ease. A trait she wondered if all Vulcans shared.  His hands deftly secured the leather reins to the sapling.  He then tugged on the knot ensuring a tight fit.  Raven kept her eyes on every move her man made.  Then she mentally corrected herself. <>
 
  Vorik sensed her eyes upon him. Almost falling into habit he was ready to return her gaze, but then he remembered his role: one of the servant and one who is not familiar with this particular female.  Avoiding her gaze, he bent down to gather the mushrooms from the ground.
 
 Raven smiled at his apparent shyness, then joined him in this activity. The slit in her soft blue velvet robe opened wide as she bent low to collect the mushrooms. Her eyes peered over at Vorik to see if he noticed her bare legs. But his attention seemed to be fully engrossed in his task. Having scooped up a handful, he walked over to Raven's basket and dropped them in.
 
  She came up behind him, her shoulder brushing along his back as she leaned close to drop her collection into the basket. Her dark eyes looked up into his face and she caught his stare. She smiled, then drew herself up in front of him. Her body was very close to his as her hands brushed her long thick hair back over her shoulder.
 
 She took in a deep breath and Vorik looked down at her.  Her velvety bosoms, held sung in her pink satin bodice, rose and fell with each exhalation. Her small chin and aquiline nose were pleasing as far as ideals went. Large luminous dark eyes, as dark as a Vulcan's, peered up into Vorik's face, capturing his attention. The Vulcan held his breath for a moment as her entire appearance caught him off guard, so different from the usual.
 
 Where the Starfleet uniform was harsh, this costume was delicate. While Raven's taste leaned towards the spiffy and smart, this might be characterized as soft and sexy.  It had been so very long since she had taken this degree of notice of him and her attentions were most diverting. Lately the duties of their work and the demands of their young daughter had taken their toll.  But those things did not exist for the Vulcan in this moment, because here was the 'Mistress' Raven looking... tantalizing.
 
  Then she smiled. It was an unmistakable smile. The kind of smile that she had favored him with at one time. Her entire face lit up as her mouth and eyes beamed. Deep inside his heartbeat increased slightly. His leather gloves creaked as he clenched them by his side.
 
 After the moment had passed, Raven stepped back and bent down to collect her basket.
 
 "Well, I think I will return to the house. I am surprised that my 'father ' did not come out himself to fetch me." Raven teased him with their mutual scenario.  She slowly stood up again before the man, a silent query in her eyes.
 
 Vorik took in a deep breath as his glance lingered on her form. Her little white ribbons held her bodice snug to her body and were absolutely adorable, teasing at his eye. Back and forth the satin wove, culminating in a tiny bow atop the bodice, resting in between her tender bosoms. Her raven black tendrils spilled over her shoulders, feathering all over her mocha-creamed swells. This girlish charm was almost more than Vorik could bear. His gaze darted down to his boots, giving himself a chance to gather his wits before he spoke.
 
  "Actually, Raven," Vorik stammered slightly.
 
  "Remember, Vorik, 'Mistress?'" The voluptuous woman whispered his name, touching his heart.
 
  n his low sultry baritone, he dared to repeat her title. "Mistress." He raised his eyes to meet hers. Dark and intense, his lips parted slightly to speak, but he found his words caught in his throat. Then she smiled again putting him at ease. "I would be most honored if you would ride with me. If you wish, we will return to the house."
 
 "No," Raven interrupted, quickly taking him up on his offer before he could rescind it. "I would love to ride with you. I know the best trails through the forest." The corner of her full lips curled upwards in delight.
 
  With the faintest quirk of his brow he expressed his curiosity.  "I bow to your greater experience, Rav..'Mistress'," he corrected himself as her lips parted to remind him again.
 
  He passed her to fetch the horse from the nearby tree. Raven felt an inner shiver as his cloak brushed along her legs.  Vorik hoisted himself up into the saddle and swung his leg over in one graceful sweep. Raven watched him and wondered if he had any idea how his every movement taunted at her senses. Her hand lingered upon his tall leather boot, as she poured the mushrooms into the supple saddlebag.
 
 After removing his leather glove, he extended his bare hand to the darkly captivating nymph.  With his Vulcan strength, he easily pulled her up into the saddle before him. As her legs straddled the horse's back, the slits in her blue velvet robe parted, revealing her short shapely legs. The leather creaked and groaned, as Raven settled into the saddle, pressing herself into Vorik's front.  Essentially teasing his body with the pressure of her round backside. She then molded into him, letting her weight settle against his broad chest.
 
 Vorik wound the reins around his hands, then steeled his mastery to its greatest degree. Then a small voice inside spoke to him. It had the unmistakable tone of his friend Tabor: relax and broaden your horizons. Vorik let his body relax and enjoyed the feel of Raven's supple curvaceous body pressed against his. Her sensual lavender perfume taunted his senses inviting him to inhale deeper.
 
 Though a picture of outward tranquility, Vorik felt his control, his very desire to be aloof, slipping away, dissolving from his being with each hoof beat. The pair, astride the steed, entered the forest and into the afternoon.
 
 Raven's caught her breath as she felt Vorik's breathing along her neck, tickling her fine hairs, tingling her nerves.
 
 "Is my hair bothering you?" she turned slightly. "Because I can move it." With a sweep of her long locks, Raven pulled her sable curtain to one side.
 
 "It was not necessary, but your concern is appreciated just the same," Vorik replied.
 
 He peered over her shoulder and caught sight of her swells. From this angle, her flesh took on a glow. The fine downy hair glistened in the bright sunlight. Her pink satin bodice complemented her olive complexion. Again the miniature bow clung to her bosom and with each jostling of the horse, her flesh rippled causing Vorik's pulse to quicken.
 
 While removing his other glove, he abandoned his desire for passion's mastery and let slip through those few emotions required to enhance his experience. Raven, as always, tested his disciplines and he found himself the stronger man after such trials.
 
 This entrancing woman leaned back into Vorik's flat chest, pressing her round bottom firmer into his groin. Then her eyes widened slightly, as she swore she felt a slight lump rise in between the cleft of her buttocks. She held herself still for a moment. Not wishing to disturb him or draw attention to the fact.  The bulge grew and became unmistakable. His member was growing and filling the void in her cleft. Under the pretense of adjusting her seat, Raven sat back a bit further, sandwiching his thickening shaft in between her flesh.
 
 Vorik held himself very still, knowing that any movement on his part would only reveal his condition.  Beneath his leather chaps, he wore only thin pants.  He felt the softness of her velvet covered buttocks and he became very aroused as she pressed against his maleness. Her squirms did not cease. The ensuing pressure and movement caused him to grow harder and larger and his member strained against the laces of his pants. His interest in their surroundings faded as his attention became focused on his erection and the nearness of 'Mistress' Raven.
 
 Raven let her hand rest upon the knob on the saddle. The leather reins brushed over her knuckles, as the horse trotted along the path. The forest was subdued as the combined songs of distant birds blended into a natural symphony.  Sun shafts streaked through the overhead canopy of branches and leaves, landing as pools of light upon the forest floor. The pair slowly wound their way through the woods, snug in their shared saddle.  Raven shivered inwardly as Vorik continued to breath on her neck.
 
 "Want me to take the reins?" Raven offered as her hands slipped into Vorik's.
 
 "As you wish," Vorik replied, his voice soft in her ear. Now with his hands free, he had to practice all his controls not to wrap his arms around her. The uncertain Vulcan let them fall to his sides.
 
 "You had better hold on to me Vorik. Never know when we will hit a bump," Raven glanced over her shoulder, teasing the young man with a wink.
 
 Vorik carefully laid his hands upon her waist. He held his breath as his predicament began to overload his controls. The steady beat of the horse's trot mimicked a more familiar rhythm.  Vorik clutched the satin at her waist, as the rubbing of his bulge against her body consumed him. His hips instinctively began to thrust, exaggerating the rhythm of the horse's canter.
 
 Raven felt her head swoon as her desire rose. What he was doing to her was maddening. The tantalizing teasing wracked her nerves and ignited her body. A slow hot flush crept across her face, neck and chest as her heart beat rose. The woman gave in to her desires and closed her eyes in ecstasy, reveling in the slow climb of her arousal for this handsome aloof man. She wanted more..so much more.
 
 "Vorik," She breathlessly whispered his name, "that is most distracting. Your hands on my waist.  Would you mind just laying your hands on my thighs? " Raven's eyes clenched shut as Vorik's warm touch left her waist and found a new spot on her thighs. His large hands clutched each of her thighs, still holding her body tight against his member.
 
 "There, that is better," Raven taunted as she glanced over her shoulder. This time Vorik's face was very close. She caught him looking over her shoulder, stealing a glimpse of her ample cleavage. Her lips slowly kissed the tip of his nose, then their eyes locked.  The emotions of the other were very evident in this intense stare.
 
Vorik's stomach pleasantly flip-flopped as her lips softly touched his nose. He realized he had been caught, but her eyes told him that his gaze was welcomed, even desired. For a long moment they merely looked deep into each other's eyes.
 
  Then she moved suddenly. The leather creaked as she reoriented herself.  Being a young and limber woman, she had no trouble turning around on the horse. His eyes widened in delight as she settled back in the saddle facing him. She arranged her sky blue velvet robes about herself, taking care to part the slit on her right leg. The young man's breath caught in his throat as the velvet slowly slipped aside, revealing her shapely leg.
 
   Vorik's gaze roamed over the curve of her knee, then his eyes traveled up her thigh to her pink satin bodice snug against her belly. Each and every tight ribbon strained against her chest, her soft pliable breasts rippling with each jarring step. She lifted her chin, revealing her flushed throat. It seemed that he had been getting to her as well, as evidenced in a rash across her skin.
 
   They shared a smile as they enjoyed the rambled jostling of the horse. Raven flipped her long hair over her shoulder as her finger trailed over Vorik's cheek. Vorik's eyes were riveted to her enticing stare. Her finger grazed over his smooth jaw, down his neck, finally resting at the soft hollow on his throat. Playfully she tugged at the top lace of his tunic and with a flourish she pulled them free one by one. When Vorik's chest was bared before her, she let his tunic hang open to admire her handiwork.
 
   A warm breeze fluttered the hair on his chest arousing his nipples. Raven's eyes marveled at the mini duel erections.  Her fingers slowly encircled his nipples, but not delivering the desired caress. Her hands slipped into Vorik's tunic, tugging the tail free from his pants. Vorik drew in a deep breath shutting his eyes in response to her sweet and sensual touch. It had been so long since their last intimate touch.
 
   That touch six months ago had been strong, exhilarating, and energetic. The combination of bondage and oils had delivered an experience of exhaustive delight. But this was different; the entire tone altered. This solicitous handling of his flesh was a new and tender experience. As his Vulcan mastery was brushed aside, Vorik found himself shivering with excitement.
 
   Raven was amazed at the heat of his feverish body. Her hungry touches ambled over his furred chest, grasping his muscular shoulders. Her fingers swept down the hair of his belly, what she lovingly referred to as his treasure trail. Vorik flinched as her fingertips wandered over his muscles, tickling his hairs and tingling his nerves. He felt his member twitch as his pants grew even snugger.
 
    Raven's eyes burned into the sight of the straining laces in between his legs. He gasped as her finger swirled around his belly button. Then she released him from her delicious exploration of his body. With long drawn breaths, Vorik shot her smoldering looks, whimpering while licking his lips telling her that her touches were more tender then he had ever experienced.  Her small hands took his then laid them upon her thighs again. This time Vorik was treated to the warmth of her bare flesh.
 
   Cool and soft, her supple thighs gave way as Vorik gently kneaded them with his palms.  Raven's hands returned to petting Vorik's chest.  Her fingers circling around his nipples drawing forth gasps from deep within. Her reach always dared to trickle lower. The young man whimpered when her hands discovered his sensitive bundle of nerves in between his legs, just within an inch of his member. Her subtle strokes intentionally overshot her mark, leaving him panting and his heart racing. The usually in control Vulcan was in rapturous disarray: his face flushed green, his eyes dark and wild, his pelvis thrusting to catch her grazing touch.
 
   Raven lowered her eyes, and leaned closer to Vorik's bare throat. With the lightest brush of her lips, her mouth drew across his skin, her tongue sneaking out from between her lips to lick his skin. **********
 
  "Mmm, I want," Raven mumbled against his skin. The heated 'Mistress' tasted the Vulcan's spice once again.
 
  Vorik's hands left her thigh. With his thumb and forefinger, he gingerly took her chin and drew her gaze to his. His thumb brushed over her full lips as he mumbled, "You want?"
 
   "I want," and her lips gently kissed his thumb tip. "I want to feel you, taste you, know you in every possible way." She enunciated each word, tingeing them with sexual desire.
 
  "I want to share an intimate experience with you as well, Raven, " Vorik whispered.
 
   "I want you inside me, Vorik." Raven let her own secret desire slip out as her eyes lowered. She tasted, then engulfed his thumb.
 
   Vorik winced in pleasure. His eyes closed as he gave into the delight of her warm mouth on the sensitive nerve endings within his thumb. Vorik's nerves ignited with each light lick and suck of his skin. Pleasure rippled down his spine and reverberated in his mind. This seduction teased at his base instincts: the instinct to take, to thrust, to meld, to bond.
 
  With a final flick of her tongue tip, Raven released the thumb. She sat back slightly in the saddle, taking a long look at the hot and bothered man before her. With his thumb still wet from her mouth, her drew a line over her chin, down her throat and over the sweet soft flesh which spilled up from her snug pink bodice.
 
  Raven's breathing rasped and grew deeper. Vorik's eyes were drawn to her soft bosom heaving in the effort. The alluringly swarthy woman bit her bottom lip, letting out a soft whimper as the Vulcan's fingers toyed with her delicate bow.  She looked down as he pulled on the ribbon untying her small bow. Eyelet by eyelet, Raven's bodice fell open, revealing more and more of her mounds. The slow undressing was exciting to both of the earnest lovers. Every smell and sight and sound was fresh and arousing.
 
  The white ribbons lay like little rippled snakes on either side of her soft abundance. Vorik trailed a feather-light finger in between her swells. It was a tingling thrill to them both.  She held herself perfectly still, as her desire blazed. The agonizing slowness of his caress nearly drove Raven mad. Up and down, over and beneath her soft flesh his fingers roamed.
 
  Raven felt the irresistible urge and her hands went to Vorik's face, gently caressing his ears, unintentionally teasing at his neural points. Her touch took Vorik's breath away and his gaze shot up at her.  She saw a strange expression in his eyes, as a wild animal looks when caged, ready to pounce once the door is opened. For that brief moment, Raven actually felt the conflicting thrill of fear. She dared to stroke over his temples again to witness this reaction once again.
 
   "Please," Vorik's voice turned from a deeply passionate to a pleading tone. "Please, Raven do not touch me there again. I..I..I, "Vorik stammered, "I can barely maintain my control as is. Please, 'Mistress' Raven cease this enticement."
 
  The use of the formal pronoun stirred the beautiful young woman's loins. She knew all too well of Vorik's capabilities and agreed to his request. But all during his exploration of her breasts, her hands kept drifting to his face threatening to graze over those sensitive spots once again.
 
  "Vorik, I cannot help myself. My hands want to touch your face. You are so delicious and what you are doing to me is," and Raven seethed through her teeth as Vorik began to slowly pull aside her pink bodice. With a final tug, one breast popped free, her nipple contracting from the mid morning breeze. Vorik took in the sight of her large, dark nipple. It reminded him of a plump black cherry, enticing his mouth to taste its succulence. Then her fingers grazed over his temples again.
 
  "Raven," Vorik practically growled at her as his instincts threatened to burst through.
 
   She shivered at these glimpses of the seething Vulcan beast beneath Vorik's cool exterior. "Forgive me.  It keeps happening. I cannot halt my," Raven's voice ragged with desire pleaded her case to the flushed Vulcan.
 
  Then in a rush, Vorik reached out to Raven's hands and tenderly wrenched them around her back. He leaned forward, tasting her mouth. She gasped as her hands were tied with the leather reins. Over and over again, Vorik wound the straps around her delicate wrists, securing her to the saddle knob.
 
   "Vorik," she gasped in between fiercely delicious kisses. "What are you doing?" Her mouth eagerly devoured his in wet sloppy kisses.
 
   Vorik did not answer her. Instead, he quickly bound her wrists, kissing her mouth all along. He tasted her lips, reveling in the blissful exploration of his mouth by her small wriggling tongue.
 
  Satisfied that she was comfortably and firmly secured, Vorik sat back up in the saddle taking his mouth off of Raven's. She leaned closer to him to capture his lips once again.  But he leaned back just out of her reach.
 
  "Oh, now I see, " Raven chuckled as she tested the strength of her leather bonds. She gave Vorik her best smile, then flipped her hair back over her shoulder, her breasts jostling with the movement. Vorik's eyes were riveted to her flushed beauty. Now bound and secured, she became even more enticing.
 
  "Now we can proceed without impediment." Vorik's fingers trailed down her throat as his gaze bore into her eyes.
 
  Again Raven saw his passions and desired to again know him unleashed. But the speed and strength he utilized to bind her reminded her of the extent of his strength.  Though she was a woman who enjoyed a strong man, today the idea of a painful and potentially life-threatening ravishment was not appealing. Raven desired sweet, slow lovemaking with him this day, not the animalistic passions, instinctual of his people.
 
  Vorik's face leaned closer to her open bodice. Raven watched him nuzzle her dark skin, then kiss her warm flesh. She bit her bottom lip in response. His tongue lapped at her skin, daring to dive further into her soft cleavage. She smelled of the outdoors, lavender, wind, the pine of the trees. Fascinating how the holodeck could create such an overall realistic experience. He peeled the satin further off her chest, freeing both breasts. His hands gently cupped her abundance, lifting them, feeling the weight and fullness. Her soft flesh filled and spilled over his outstretched hand, lying like a delightful treasure in his palm. With each lazy catlike lap of his tongue, Vorik licked closer and closer to her nipple.  Tied and helpless, the lovely woman squirmed beneath his ardent ministration. She felt a twitch deep within her body as this handsome man took her.
 
 
  With agonizing slowness, Vorik lapped at her flesh, inching his way to her nipple. Raven thrust her chest out for Vorik's mouth to fully take her. Then with a swirling tongue, he captured her nipple, causing her to gasp then shiver as the tingles traveled from behind her nipple and shot through her body. Over and over, Vorik's eager tongue licked this succulent fruit, making it firm and thick.  Raven let out a soft cry, as Vorik took one peek in between his lips then sucked her in. Further and deeper her soft sweet flesh was lovingly tugged into his warmth. Ardent desire blazed through him and he sucked too hard, hurting his helpless "Mistress".  She cried out and Vorik released her. A dark red mark circled the perimeter of her breast.
 
   "Forgive me, Raven." Vorik was truly apologetic as his fingers tenderly stroked her bruised skin.
 
   The woman recovered from the momentary pain and reassured him with a breathless requested," Please, do that again?"
 
   Vorik smiled and grasped both of her breasts, pressing her flesh together, licking her nipples one at a time. His tongue flicked back and forth, fast and furious. Raven was astounded by his mind-numbing technique. Being bound only added to her excitement and she strained against her leather bonds.
 
   As Vorik alternated between licking and sucking her peeks, his bulge grew larger, straining against his laces. Raven pulled away from Vorik's oral fondling, her nipples popping out of his mouth. Together, they looked down at the results of his efforts and were greeted by a pair of long hard dark, perky nipples.  Vorik's watched with rapturous joy as her breasts rippled with each jarring step. Her hair slipped over her shoulders, black tendrils framing either side of her swollen breasts.
 
   Vorik leaned back in the saddle and Raven caught site of his bulge. Vorik noticed where her gaze was directed and rubbed his erection, teasing her with his roll. His fingers untied his lace.
 
   One by one he pulled the leather lace through the eyelets. With each undone tie, more of his manhood was revealed. Raven licked her lips as she glimpsed his tuft of black hair.  Her eyes widened in excitement, as the tip of his jade-green manhood peeked out. First one, then the second flared ridge was brought to light in the mid morning sun.
 
   With his pants now wide open and the laces resting on the saddle, Raven caught a glimpse of his full length. The member bobbed with the jostling of the horse's trot.  Raven longed to reach out and touch this shaft, but she was bound. Her sex twitched as she realized that soon, very soon she would be impaled upon that rod.
 
   Vorik's fingers ran over his engorged tip. As he squeezed it, a thick drop of pre-cum welled from the slit. His thumb swirled it over the head. Raven longed to taste and she whimpered as his thumb reached to her mouth. He swirled the clear liquid on her lips and she licked them greedily, seductively catching his thumb. His other hand rested on her thigh and slowly climbed up her leg.
 
  Pushing aside her velvet robe, his hands snuck beneath, grazing close to her panties. Raven gasped as his fingers touched the silk but not her concealed flesh.
 
 Her breathing came in gasps, as he grazed her outer lips through the thin silk. Whimpers and moans escaped from Raven as her need climbed. Her sex twitched then contracted, forming an ache, an ache so deep that her brain quivered in pleasurable desire.
 
 He halted his delicious torture.  She cried out, begging him to continue. He smiled his seductive Vulcan smile, as his fingers pinched her freed nipples. Her eyes widened in excitement, as he slowly withdrew a short blade from his boot. Sunlight glinted off the metal's edge.  Raven shivered as the cool steel ran up her thigh.
 
 From beneath her robes, she felt a sudden tug on the strap of her panties. She shuddered as Vorik cut them from her body.  He waved the white satin trophy in her face, then rolled the fabric into his palm.  With a lascivious leer, he shoved his prize into his boot along with his blade. With his hands once again free, they slid up her thighs.  Unimpeded by fabric, his thumbs immediately went to her soft tuft.
 
 First one, then the other lip was caressed by his tender thumbs, slowly exploring her sex. Raven whimpered and moaned in pleasure, as her sex was stroked open. He found her inner folds and tugged on them as well. She gasped as his fingertip slipped in between her folds, releasing her pent up liquid. His finger swirled and rubbed the creme into her sex, lubricating her folds, readying her for his entrance.
 
 Raven was holding her breath as she concentrated on his touches. She endured a few minutes of gentle torturing. Slowly, his finger ran in between her lips, grazed her hole, then hit her bundle of nerves. Raven jumped as he ignited her nub. The Vulcan took great joy in watching his bound human sweat and moan in pleasure. Raven closed her eyes, escaping into this private world of delight. Her lips were nimbly grasped, nub lightly pinched, her aching hole slightly poked.  Then he let her be.
 
 Her eyes grew wild as she begged him to continue. With his fingers slick with her juices, he rubbed his member.
 
 "I require additional lubrication. Usually my 'Mistress' and I utilize the lubricant properties of oil to aid in our pleasuring." Vorik's adherence to remaining in character pleased Raven. She rewarded him with a wink.
 
 He continued, "Would you be so kind as to assist me in preparation for penetration?" His formal tone and terms, only added to Raven's arousal.
 
 Vorik presented his open hand to Raven's mouth. Her tongue lapped at his palm, thoroughly wetting it. He used her own saliva to lubricate his dry member, then swirled more of his pre-cum over his flared tip.
 
 "I am now prepared. You appear to be sufficiently lubricated. We do not wish to waste any of your precious fluids on the saddle. Do you desire intercourse now, 'Mistress'?"  Vorik's voice was calm, but his eyes burned into her. Raven recognized that look: begging.
 
 "Yes, " she barely got out and squirmed in the saddle feeling her juices seep out from her sex.
 
 Vorik captured her lips with his. He kissed her so ardently and passionately, that Raven's breathing halted for a moment. She felt his hands slip beneath her rear. The flushed woman steadied herself on the knob behind her as his legs slipped in beneath hers. Raven enjoyed the feel of the soft leather chaps on the back of her thighs.
 
  Vorik pushed her robes over one thigh. Raven glanced down. Together, they watched as their sexes brushed together. His head got lost within her lovely, dark tuft. His hands firmly gripped her thighs, pulling her sex to his. Raven's stare was riveted as his head disappeared into her tuft. She felt him stab at her hole.
 
 Whimpers escaped from the couple, as the horse's jostling forced Vorik into her tightness. Inch by inch he slipped in, relieving the delicious ache of her intense arousal. Raven cried out with the pleasurable agony of being rent open without preamble. Perspiration dotted her upper lip, as exquisite pain rippled through her body, hit her brain and transformed into ecstasy.
 
 With each stomp of the horse's hoofs, Vorik's shaft embedded deeper and harder in to his mate's beautiful body. Vorik let out a great moan as his shaft became fully engulfed by her rippled snug hole. He clutched her thighs and leaned back to watch her face contort in ecstasy. It was not only the physical pleasures which Vorik enjoyed with her. More over, it was her sensual reactions which fueled his cravings.
 
 Raven's beautiful face, now flushed red, was the picture of passion. Her free breasts bounced and rippled, her hair freely flowed over her shoulders and face. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she ground her body harder and deeper onto his invading rod.
 
 Just when Raven believed it was not possible to feel any more pleasure than this, Vorik astounded her. His thumb flicked her bundle of nerves hidden within the folds of her hot, wet sex.
 
 "We need more moisture," Vorik whispered as his fingers touched to her lips. Her tongue eagerly licked them one buy one. He brought them back to her nub and rubbed the saliva over her flesh. Fluids mingled, as wetness seeped from their sexes and onto the saddle. Vorik's thumb ran over and across Raven's nub. She shuddered and groaned as he struck her pleasure cord. Delight rippled to her spine over and over again.
 
 The horse's strides increased in measure, then it hit a dip in the road. Vorik stabbed into Raven so deeply, that she cried out in pain. His finger pinched her nub, nearly bringing her over the edge.
 
 "Too close, Vorik, " Raven whimpered, then licked her lips. "More! "
 
 Her hands bore her weight on the knob behind her as she pushed herself off his lap. Vorik  pinched her nub delicately as his member thrust into her quickly
 
 The horse increased her trot and Vorik's thrusts increased in rate. Together they rode the rhythm of the horse's pace. Raven opened her eyes and caught Vorik's intense stare. His dark eyes swept over her body.  Raven glanced down as well, then caught a sight so arousing, she sucked in her breath. His member had fully withdrawn from her hole. The long shaft, slick with their combined juices, glistened in the mid morning sun.  They both watched it disappeared back into her depths.
 
 Her eye ran over his bare form, the soft dark tufts of hair teasing her senses.  The lines in his belly flexed as he exerted himself, thrusting in and out of her body. Her hands longed to touch his flat chest and to pinch his dark green nipples. She let out a groan as her climax grew closer. Her thighs tensed and her legs stuck straight out. Every muscle in her body was tensed and ready for her release. Then she cried out and shuddered as her body let go of its long desired ecstasy.
 
 With one hard thrust, Vorik let out his pent up tension and released into her body. He threw his head back, clutching her thighs as he let loose, grunting as he shot her a few last thrusts.
 
 The horse did not halt her trot. The two shuddered and quivered as Raven climaxed over and over again. Vorik held her thighs to him as he burrowed deep into her, offering his shaft as an anchor to her orgasms.  They slowed their pace as their bodies' warmed in the afterglow.
 
 Vorik pulled Raven against his body into a hard embrace. His mouth devoured her neck as the last of her passions shuddered through her. They grinned as they felt their fluids seep out, and onto the saddle. Vorik leaned over and released her hands. She immediately held him in a close embrace, smirking as her pulsating sex clutched his. She was not willing to release his member quite yet.
 
 "Mmm" she moaned into his ear then licked his lobe.
 
 Vorik's hands roamed over her body, capturing her breast, kissing her mouth over and over again.
 
 "Happy Birthday, my wife," the satiated Vulcan murmured in between lavish kisses upon her mouth.
 
 "That is 'Mistress' Raven to you, my stable boy," Raven chuckled but never released his lips from hers. She clutched her Vulcan closer. Their bare bodies shivered in the morning air.
 
 Vorik had a last need to satisfy. He gently cupped her face within his hands and stared into her eyes. His lips parted  to request her permission. Her smile granted it.
 
 Before he initiated the meld, Vorik gently kissed her, then whispered, "Thee are most treasured."
 
 Raven whispered, "I love you too."
 
 He slipped into her mind, satisfying his hunger to touch her inner essence as he had touched her body.
 
 The spent pair shared in this exciting joining, half-naked, savoring this last sensual taste, as the horse trotted deeper into the forest.
 
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 "Well, it is about time you got here," Torres bellowed out to the limping Vulcan. "Where have you been?"
 
 "Sick bay, but I do not believe I am late." Puzzlement clouded Vorik's tone.
 
 She watched the officer hobble to his station. "So? What happened to you?"
 
 "Horseback riding," was Vorik's curt answer.
 
 "Mmm... Next time don't squeeze your legs so tightly," Torres offered as she returned her attention to the recalibrations of the impulse engines.
 
 Vorik's gaze whipped over to her in astonishment, "I beg your pardon?"
 
 The Klingon snickered and replied, "The horse. Don't clench your legs so tightly against the horse." She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to look at him." What did you think I meant?"
 
 The Vulcan opened his mouth to attempt an answer, but his reply was interrupted by the entrance of the duty shift. One by one, the incoming personal offered morning greetings. Torres forgot all about Vorik and his sore legs.
 
 Vorik felt his inner thighs involuntarily twitch.  As he willed the ache away, a small but private smile played upon his lips as he recalled the manner in which he had strained them.  He quirked his brow as he made a promise to himself to repeat that delightful experience with his wife once more before the day was through.
 
 The end.
 
 
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