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Vorik strolled down the corridor with his tool case in hand. He was
anticipating a quiet birthday evening with his wife, Raven and their
daughter, Le'Veya . As he stepped through the doors to their quarters,
he spied his wife sitting on the sofa, examining a padd. She looked up
at his entrance and greeted him with a lovely smile.

 "Vorikam. . . ."     Usually when she greeted him with that name, it
meant that the evening would culminate in nerve fires. A most pleasant
birthday present.

"I have a surprise for you. Being your birthday and all, I've arranged
for us to be alone. How would you like to try a new meditation exercise?
I devised it myself. I thought It would help strengthen our bond . . . .
and our emotional controls. " she said innocently.

He was intrigued.     Vorik reached out to touch her mind through their
bond. But he found her shields up and firmly in place. She was being
very secretive and he liked that.

 "Where is Le'Vaya now?" He wished to see his daughter. She frequently
came to his thoughts during his day.

 Raven put the padd aside, rose from her seat and hurried towards him.
"Oh don't worry, Tuvok is watching her. Now, why don't you go out to
dinner with Ayala and I will get everything prepared." she said as she
escorted him back to the door.

 He looked at her and arched an inquiring  eyebrow. "You're not planning
a surprise party for me are you?"  <>, he thought
. But she didin't seem to hear his thought.

 "No . . No .You'll see. Now go." she activated the door and pushed  him
out into the corridor.

If Vorik had had any idea of what the evening had in store for him, he
would have stayed out at dinner all night with Ayala.

 An hour later, Vorik and Ayala strolled back to his family's quarters.
The doors slid open at their approach and it was dark inside. Still
assuming it was a surprise party, Vorik asked his friend to come in.

"GO HOME AYALA!!" commanded a voice from the darkness.

 "Yes Ma'am," Ayala turned on his heel and hurried off.

 Vorik cautiously entered the darkened quarters. He suddenly had a
feeling of deja vu. Her stern tone and the trepidation he felt now,
reminded him of the times his father would summon him into his office
for reprimands.

His wife emerged from the shadows. She was barely dressed: scantily clad
in a light purple sheer free flowing fabric. It clung to her full
breasts and hips as she moved. He admired her beauty and mentally noted
to himself how childbirth and nursing had only increased her appeal to
him . Her long dark hair hung to her waist and she was scented with his
favorite perfume.

 A seductive smile played upon her lips as she purred,. "Time to test
those mental disciplines, adun."

He gulped and mentally steeled himself against the onslaught he
suspected was coming.
" A . .a test?" he stammered. "I thought you were arranging for a new
meditation exercise?"
He was begining to lose his resolve and took a step back towards the
door.

 "Computer, security lock. You're not going anywhere. " She prowled
closer to him.

Candles, incense, his favorite gown. She knew him too well: what his
vunerabilities were. If she were the enemy , he'd be dead. In a certain
way, she was the enemy, for tonight. He began to see the futility of
trying to prevent the inevitavble.  He gave in to the game,  deciding to
get into the spirit of things. It had been three years since their last
time together, he was more certain of his ability to control himself,
and it was his birthday.
She stepped into him and pressed her body close. He wrapped his arms
around her waist. They looked into each others eyes. Her finger traced
along the lines of his face, ending up at his ears.
She whispered, " I love you so much, Vorikam."
Being only human, she still succumed to her physical desires. She would
share her fantasies and the resolution of them through their bond. He
didn't allow himself to partake in the pleasures. Instead, he was merely
content to be a witnessing bystander to her self induced climaxes. He
had a smug sense of satisfacion knowing that he was the cause of all her
physical turmoil. But she never complained . In fact, she rather enjoyed
the gradual rise in her desires for him. The sustained feeling of
constant arousal for days even weeks. Then finally, when she could no
longer stand it, she'd release herself from this delicious emotional,
mental and physical tension. Sometimes, as a test to himself, he'd
actually physically manipulate her to her climax. Then they'd both revel
in his self control.
But this night, she did not look prepared to receive pleasure. But
rather to inflict it upon him. A moment of panic shot thru him.

<< Oh God! She's going to force it out of me!!>>
"That's right beloved."" she replied to the paniced voice she heard
through their bond.

She grabbed his arms, backed him into their bedroom and pushed him down
onto the bed. When he turned his head, he saw on the night stand black
satin cords, a flask of oil, and more candles. She was well prepared.
She lay on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. He decided not to
fight. Not yet anyway.     Her hair fell and tickled his face. He loved
her long soft dark hair. He reached up, entangled his fingers in the
tresses and drew the lovely curtain  back from her face. But she would
not be distracted by his loving carress.
 She raised her hand to initiate a meld. He pleasantly assented.
<> he hoped .

 She heard this too. "Accept your fate and defeat graciously, my love."

 She leaned down and slowly lapped his soft lips, like a kitten lapping
milk in slow motion. She had her sheilds up all night, but yet had no
difficultly reading him. She was being so guarded and secretive. His
curiostiy was becoming aroused. He was getting anxious to see what she
had planned for them.

They melded on the mattress. Slowly, they sank into each other, becoming
one. He had not allowed himself to feel this way since their bonding
time. He lay back, basking in the warm  sensuous glow that was her
essense. He continued to mind touch her, though she moved off his body.
Their bond was so much stronger now than when they had first come
together.
 He felt tugging at his body, but he chose to ignore it, prefering to
languish in the ecstasy she was transmitting to him.

 By the time he opened his eyes, he was naked and strapped to the bed.
Those black satin cords were now binding his wrists and ankles. Slightly
concerned , he pulled at his bonds to test them.

    " Oh, they'll hold you just fine." She circled the bed, toying with
her prey. "And now . . ." He watched her at the foot of the bed as she
poured oil into the palms of her little hands and  rubbed them together.
 
"Time for your birthday present", she announced as  she climbed into the
bed and kneeled between his sprawled legs.
As she layed her hands on his chest, she reassured him. "Don't worry
adun. I just want to massage you. " she purred, attempting to placate
her prey.

Hoping against hope, that he was  safe for the moment, he agreed to her
ministrations. She massaged her hands over his slightly furred chest,
over his strong shoulders and arms. She tweeked his nipples frequently.
It soon became evident to him that she had darker and more erotic
motives. His upper body was soaked and dripping with oil and the heady
aroma filled the room.
The candles, the oil, her hands on his now supple body, were all too
much for him.

 "Raven, I think we should desist this exercise. " he tried to sound
calm and commanding. " I will concede. I do not believe I can maintain
my control for much longer."

"That's the whole point!" she exclaimed triumphantly. And she staddled
his hips. With one swift move, she  pulled her gown up and over her
head. Placing  the gauzy fabric over his face, she kissed him through
it.  Then she drew the feathery light fabric  gently and slowly across
his face. Finally, with a flourish, she flung it  over her shoulder.

"That was nice." he whispered breathlessly

  " Now for the real test!" And she slithered herself across his body.
Her naked hard nipples pressed into his flesh, leaving swirls in the
oil.     She continued  her slithering for a minute.

"Nothing . .eh?" she requested of  him.

   "Negative!" he replied,  holding back a small grin of satisfaction.

    "Time for more drastic measures" she declared not discouraged from
her goal. She poured the oil directly onto his groin. The drizzling
stream splashed his penis, scrotum and thighs. He jolted at the cool,
slick wetness . She worked the oil first into his lovely toned thighs.,
His short furred hair soon glistened with oil in the candle light.

She couldn't help herself. She sat straight up,  raised her hand and
parted her fingers in the Vulcan salute.
 " Lube long and prosper, Vorikam."

 He replied in kind. "Peace and long . . . to you." They both  grinned
at that little joke.

Once she was satisfied that he was sufficiently lubricated, she crouched
low  on all fours. With her rear wagging in the air and her breasts at
his knees, she gave him one long hard stroke of her body. And ended with
her lips at his. She again lapped him like a cat and dragged her body
back down to his knees.
His body and mind shuddered.

" Oh my . . ." she teased innocently.
 " Have I hit a nerve?"

 He sucked in his breath, and gathered his strength.
 " Nothing I cannot handle, beloved. " he quipped through clenched
teeth.

She continued with this course, until she felt him growing firm against
her.
With a chesire grin she teased,     "Ummm. . Adun.... something just
came up."

Together they peered down at his little lovely budding errection.

   He shot her a dark look. " That's it. We have to stop before . . "

"Before what , Vorik?" she feigned irritation.  "Before you get hard,
aroused, a boner . . "
.
   "Please, Raven. You know  that I do not approve  of crude language. "
he tried to distract her  and himself for the moment.

    " No! " she pounted and poured more oil onto his groin.
 And this time, she went right for the prize. She kneeded the oil into
his growing member and scrotum. Her slick hands dripped with oil. They
slipped so very easily over him, making him harder and rigid. His sweet
penis kept trying to escape out of her hands. The constant friction made
her hands and his groin hot.
    He peeked down at the sight of her little hands wrapped around his
now throbbing green blood engorged cock;  and all the remaining vestiges
of his control melted away. He reached the point of no return. She
glanced wickedly up at him, knowing she had won. He collapsed onto the
bed, weak and helpless. A slave to her slippery stroking hands on his
cock.
 
 With one long slow pull, Raven let his penis go.
"There now. Try and reassert your control after that. " She got from the
bed and sauntered over to the nightstand. Picking up the scarf, she
wiped at her oily slick hands.
 
      "WHAT!!" Vorik pleaded to her. "Please Raven. You have to satisfy
me."
 
 "What's the matter? Big strong Vorik can't take a little Vulcan Oil
Torture? " she crawled across the bed on all fours towards him.
 
 Vorik gasped at this lovely sight creeping towards him.
 "Not when it is administered by you, Mistress of my heart!"
 His eyes were blazing with desire and he flashed an image through his
mind of her all in black leather cracking a whip.
 
 She saw that image too. "Seems I'm mistress of more than that this
night." and she hovered over him. Just out of his reach.
 
  He was lunging at her, straining against his bonds. "Please, Raven . .
.beloved . . " he was moaning and writhing in frustrated agony.
 
"Well . . .alright." and she swooped down to his groin and gobbled him
up.
 
 "OHHHH . . " he gasped in astonishment and thrust his hips off the
mattress as she licked savored and engulfed his thick green shaft.
 
The oil was fantastic. It made everything slip and slide and glide
effortless  in her little mouth. Her tongue and teeth raked up and down
his solid member. And then he wanted more
 
"Please . . ", he pleaded breathlessly. " let me enter you. "
 
She lay in between his legs.  Her cheeks were flushed red, glistening
wet. She licked her oily chops. Her breathing was labored from her
enormous efforts. Her smiling eyes were predatory.
 "Nice manners . . NO!" and she continued the tonguing.
 
 "But we may not . .gasp . . do this again for a long time. And I really
want to be inside you." his deep guttorial voice pleaded quite
logically.
 
"But . .I don't want to get pregnant again, adun" she looked up from her
handiwork.
 
  He stammered " I. I . . I promise . I won't get you pregnant. " He
hoped that would convince her.
 
She went back down to her meal and spoke in between mouthfuls.
 " Where have I heard that one before. . . mmmmm . . I know that you
Vulcans ." . .lick . . ."can control many of your physiological
functions. . ." slurp. "But your sperm count . ." nuzzle " . . I do not
believe, is one of them."
 
 "ADUNA!!!" he shreiked in agony yanking against the bonds.
 
"Alright! . .You know I was going to do it anyway. "  and she ceased
the licking.
 
"Release me" He ordered, attempting to gain the upper hand.
 
"Oh no . .I like you just where you are "
 
She moved up and over him, dragging her body across his. She stradled
his hips and rubbed her own slick wetness on him. Vorik gasped and
trembled . His was grinding his hips in a desperate effort to find his
detination and force his way in.
She reveled at his desperation and in how she got him to this point.
 "This is priceless . . .It was worth the three year wait just to see
you like this . . ."
 
"SHUT UP AND FUCK ME, ALREADY!!!"
 
"Wow, put a little oil on a Vulcan and he turns into a raving sex
maniac. " she mumbled jokingly under breath, trying to draw this out as
long as possible.
 
 She guided his pulsating cock to the entrance of her now oil and juice
soaked opening. She was so aroused by him and his begging. He thrust
into her. She was signifigantly tighter since their last time. The shock
of her tissue being cleaved eased the ache that only his fullness could.
Her tight tunnel squeezed around him as she mantained his descent.
 
His beautiful face was hot and flushed green. He bit his bottom lip in
ecstasy. His hips thrust violently and continously to meet her, to beat
her, and her hole was begging for the beating. She longed for him to
hold her down  and take her now!!.
<> , he thought to her and ceased his
thrusting.
 
"Ok . . I'll untie you now."  she muttered.
 "But you have to promise not to run away."  Slowly, she  pulled herself
off of his lovely shaft. but not before her opening gave him last
squeeze.
 
He groaned at that  unexpected birthday hug  "I'll be right on top of
you", he reassured her as she saw to his bounds.
 
He was not weakened by their mutual pleasure. In fact he felt quite
vigorous.
As soon as she released him, he grabbed the oil and pounced on her. He
pinned her helplessly face down in the bed  She felt his hot breath as
he pressed his mouth against her ear.
Through clenched teeth he seethed," Let me return the favor, Adunaaaaa."
and transmitted  a wicked mental  image.
 
     "OH . . Vorik . .No . I can't let you do that."  her
voice muffled by the mattress.
 
He gleefully let the oil drizzle onto her supple rear. She let out a
gasp and jerked her head up, as the oil shocked her. He kneaded and
worked the oil into her flesh and inner folds. Her feeble attempts to
escape amused and aroused him.  At every instance, he firmly and
effortlessly  pushed her back down again.
He rejoiced in pinning  her to their  bed  The bed they slept in; the
bed she nursed their child in; the bed they all romped together in as a
family. Now it was a bed for their mutual pleasure and agony.
 
With a gentle finger, he flicked, tickled and prodded at her forbidden
hole.
 
'No . .no'' she begged
 
But he would not relent. Just a tip of his finger slipped in. Then a
little more. The slippery oil made it all too easy. She squirmed and
whimpered at his intrusion. He gently glided his long finger in until
she sheathed him entirely. When he was certain that her tight hole was
suffciently relaxed , he pulled her hips up from the mattress and spread
her cheeks. He again prodded at her entrance but with a much bigger
visitor this time.
 
 "Please beloved . .don't do this . ." she whimpered one last time.
 
 "What's the matter?" He pushed a little way in. She tensed at the
intrusion
 
"Can't my little Raven. .. " and he was cleaving thru the first of her
tight rings. She yelped at the pain.
 "Take a little . ." he was half way buried in her.  She clutched  at
the sheets.
"Vulcan . ." He stopped to carress her lovely backside.  She let out a
moan and surrendered.      "Oil . ."  he resumed the pushing and she
pushed back against him.
 "Torture!" and with a final thrust he buried himself in her hole.
She let out a gutteral scream of relief that the piercing was over.
 
 He reveled at the sight of his wife, writhing in agony beneath him. But
her squirming was becoming too much for him to handle.
 
 "Don't move, Raven!"  he commanded as he clutched her flesh, his eyes
widening in the shock of almost coming .
 
Together they closed their eyes and drew in a long deep breath.  She was
relieved to have a moment's respite from this painfull ecstasy.
 
Having calmed down, he slowly and gently moved inside her. He poured
more oil on her backside and it slowly trickled and oozed down her
crevices and in between their mating and meeting flesh. They paced
themsleves. Not wanting this to end too soon.
 
But his desire soon began to mount. Wrapping his hands in her long hair,
he held on tight. His thrusts became even more ardent and decisive.
He wanted even more from her now.
 
He withdrew from her now loosened rectum, and     easily  slipped into
her vagina. He darted in and out between her two holes. She didn't know
which he was going to pierce next and the unknowing drove her wild.
 
This frenzied pace excited him way too much And he climaxed inside her .
Neither knew or cared which hole it was.  He collapsed on  her sprawled
out body, gathering his strength.
 
 As he nibbled her shoulder, he whispered lovingly,  "Now to see to
you!".
 
He whisked her to the sofa in the living room . The same sofa they
reunited on. The sofa their child like jumping on. She was still dazed
from the relentless ramming and the dull pulsing ache in her rectum.
Vorik eagerly propped his lovely wife up on the back of the sofa. He
kneeled down on the cushions, pulled her legs apart and delved his face
into her: lapping and licking, biting and chomping. Her upper body fell
over the back of the sofa, eager to surrender to his devouring . He
clamped onto her hips tightly, so she wouldn't fall over and away from
his mouth.  She felt the floor and attempted to do a handstand to
support her body in this upside down postion. It seemed as if she was
being eaten alive by a ferocious animal: a le-mayta.! He alternated
between mouthing on her hot wet, battered pussy and thrusting his still
errect penis into the hole of his choice.
 
He'd bring her to the brink of coming. Then he'd relent the pleasures ,
letting her calm down. All the while her body would bounce beneath his
relentless ramming.
 
He knew when it was time.  He couldn't contain her anymore. He remained
inside her, being the anchor her vagina would orgasm on.
 
The sensation climbed slowly and they groaned in unison. As the wave
intensified, it drove their bodies to slam together harder and faster.
Her clitoris was shuddering on its own now!!
 
Then . . . It hit.
 
     He stopped for a moment to let himself release into her. He spurted
even harder than before. She tightned in spasm. Together they shook and
screamed as they felt their own and each others continual coming.
Then they came again. Their minds climaxing in response to their bodies.
 
 
Totally exhausted and satiated from the torture and release, Raven
licked her dry lips. Vorik, threw his head back,  gasping. He  let her
go and she slipped to the floor. She curled up into the fetal position,
still quivering from their monstrous coming.
 
She softly laughed to herself.
 
 <>he asked through the bond. His panting begining
to slow
 
She spoke outloud, " My little plan backfired. Seems I was the one being
tortured along. "
 
He crawled around the sofa,  too exhausted to walk, and collapsed on top
of her. His loving fingers brushed aside the perspiration soaked hair
from her sex flushed face.
"Your plan worked perfectly." His fingertips  feather brushed her lips.
"I cherish thee" .
 
Then with a little tap across her face, he pointed an accusing finger at
her.
"See what happens. . .Don't ever do that again." His eyes flashed in
amusement.
 
She wrapped her arms around him.
 " Oh . .I won't. I've learned my lesson"
She hugged him close and smiled a wicked grin that he couldn't see.
 
 The End
 
Jolan Tru,  Salatrel
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