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She rose on tiptoe and lightly brushed his lips with her own. He
responded with another growl and she sensed that he wished to crush her
against him, but held back out of fear of hurting or frightening her. She had
heard him mention before how fragile the women of other races were. So, to
assuage his fears, she sank her teeth into his shoulder with a cute little growl
of her own.
Worf hissed in mingled pain and pleasure. He kissed her savagely,
bruising her full lips. She pressed her breasts to his chest, pressed her hips
against his thighs. He was hardening, pushing against her belly, immense. A
wanton abandon swept over her. Before she fully knew what she was doing
she was gripping his ass through the towel, thrusting her tongue past his
sharp teeth.
His large hands found her breasts and plundered them, squeezing
them, making them bulge into the deep neckline of her dress. It was the blue
one, Will's favorite. The thought of Will Riker made her suddenly angry.
Will, who had wanted her all to himself though he romped around Risa with
dozens of women. Will, who had been jealous of Worf since before there
had been any reason to be. Will, who had doubtless lied when he bragged
about his conquests during the time he'd been assigned to the Klingon vessel
because surely if Worf was any indication, the Klingon females expected far
more than the First Officer had to offer.
She seized the bodice of the dress herself and tore it. Worf helped,
shredding the cloth. The skirt puddled around her feet. He lifted her out of
it. He handled her as easily as he might have picked up a child. She kicked
off her shoes as he carried her toward his bed.
He laid her down and stood over her, looming like the ravaging
brute of her fantasies. He cast off the towel. She drew in a sharp breath.
Fully erect, his organ was almost the length and circumference of her
forearm.
Apprehension clouded her desire but did not eclipse it completely.
Worf knelt on the edge of the bed. "I do not wish to hurt you,
Deana," he said.
"You won't," she said, barely recognizing that breathless whisper as
her own voice. She touched him, finding that she could not encircle him
with one hand.
She had expected his skin to be tough there as well but it was
velvety. She rubbed him between both hands, enjoying the thickness of it,
the feel of it. Worf closed his eyes. He was growling continuously, almost a
purr. Not the purr of a housecat but of a lion, a great hunting cat.
Instead of a loose sac encasing his testicles, she saw what looked to
be a pouch covered with ridged plates. She remembered hearing that in
battle, Klingons withdrew their sexual organs into an armored pouch,
rendering them invulnerable to a blow that crippled males of most other
species.
The head was a dark plum color, and shaped, she saw with
surprise, much like one of the styles of Klingon battle-cruiser. Surely
Klingon engineers did not deliberately design ships to resemble ...
She ran her tongue around the head. Even stretching her jaws to
their widest, she did not think she could get it into her mouth, and if she
somehow managed, she was sure it would not easily come out. She could
not imagine trying to explain to Dr. Crusher if they got stuck, so she did not
even try. She settled for licking and stroking and a few gentle nibbles, until
Worf's breathing was ragged and he pulled away.
"Slowly," he said. "This must be for both of us." So saying, he
pushed her back against the pillows and lowered his head to her breasts. His
mouth was hot and demanding, sucking and nuzzling with passionate
urgency.
She clutched his shoulders, rubbed the ridges along his spine. He
worked one hand between her thighs and found her damp and ready. He
peeled off her silk panties. She spread her legs. He blew gently onto her
mound, stirring the silky dark hair with his cool breath. He used his thumbs
to part her labia and began probing her with his tongue.
He brought her to the very edge of climax, slowly, teasingly, until
she was writhing and clawing at him. "Worf! Worf, I need you now!" she
panted.
"Not yet," he said. He slid a finger deep into her, pressing her
clitoris with his thumb and biting softly on her inner thigh.
Her orgasm exploded through her like a supernova. Her back
arched, her heels drummed on the mattress, her fists clenched in his hair,
and a hoarse cry escaped her throat. The initial shockwave passed, but Worf
fastened his mouth to her again and relentlessly wrung a second orgasm
from her. This time she shrieked, flinging an arm over her face to muffle her
cries.
He moved to lay beside her. She could do little more than gasp and
whimper for several minutes, but he did not seem rushed. As he tenderly
touched her face, she sensed something that she had never sensed from a
previous partner. He was more concerned about her pleasure than his own,
and would be satisfied even if they stopped now. All the rest had been
selfishly concerned with their own release, or determined to prove
something. There was a depth of caring in Worf that she had never
experienced before. She realized that her mother had been wrong. He was
not merely attracted to her. Worf loved her.
This realization brought tears to her eyes. Alarmed, he started to
speak, but she silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips. He kissed the
saltiness from her cheeks.
"You are magnificent," she whispered.
"You are beautiful," he replied.
She kissed him, a long sweet kiss, caressing his face. "Why didn't
you tell me?"
"I thought you knew. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't realize until today, but now I know I've wanted this for a
long time." She rose up on one elbow and looked at him, so nobly featured
and handsome with his hair spread out over the pillows. "I love you." In
halting Klingon, she repeated it. "JIbang SoH."
Though it normally made Klingons uncomfortable to talk about
their feelings, he said with no awkwardness at all, "I love you, Deana."
She kissed him again, with more passion this time. The aftershocks
of her two devastating climaxes had passed, and though she normally would
have been exhausted, she was eager for more. When he tried to sit up, she
pressed him down and began playfully trailing her long dark hair across his
body. She showered kisses on his chest, his thighs. He clenched his fists in
the blankets when she reached his stiffness.
Deana swung her leg over him, straddling him. He gripped her by
the waist for balance. She rubbed the head of his organ along the moist
furrow between her legs. It was still enormous, this weapon of love, but she
was now more than ready for it. She lowered herself slowly onto him.
Worf lay montionless beneath her, his rough hands caressing her
hips and ass, giving her time to adjust to his size. She could not take in the
entire length but managed enough to delight them both when she at last
could remain still no longer. She began with a gentle rocking, which caused
her clitoris to rub against his ridges. It sent her swiftly to the brink of
another dizzying orgasm.
To stifle her cries, she bit him again and dug her fingernails into his
arms. He raked his sharp teeth over her shoulder, careful not to break the
skin. He moved to meet her downward thrusts, nearly lifting her from the
mattress as the pace of their coupling increased.
Soon Deana was riding him wildly, her hair a flying whirlwind in
her face, no longer caring who heard them. Worf's snarls and growls
culminated in a full-throated roar, every muscle taut, and she felt his hot
seed spill into her.
He held her against him, his strong arms like bands of iron, and
rolled so that she was pinned under his weight. She raised her legs and
locked her ankles just over the last ridge of his spine. He gently pressed into
her, and now that he was beginning to soften he slid in to the ridged base.
Her breath escaped her in a long shuddering sigh.
They lay like that for some time. He cupped her face in his hands
and kissed her. She murmured his name, pleasantly exhausted, happier than
she had been in years. The warmth of his love as well as that of his body
comforted her.
Finally, he looked down at her and his brow furrowed. "Tell me,
Counselor, what were you doing in my quarters?"

 

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She rose on tiptoe and lightly brushed his lips with her own. He
responded with another growl and she sensed that he wished to crush her
against him, but held back out of fear of hurting or frightening her. She had
heard him mention before how fragile the women of other races were. So, to
assuage his fears, she sank her teeth into his shoulder with a cute little growl
of her own.
Worf hissed in mingled pain and pleasure. He kissed her savagely,
bruising her full lips. She pressed her breasts to his chest, pressed her hips
against his thighs. He was hardening, pushing against her belly, immense. A
wanton abandon swept over her. Before she fully knew what she was doing
she was gripping his ass through the towel, thrusting her tongue past his
sharp teeth.
His large hands found her breasts and plundered them, squeezing
them, making them bulge into the deep neckline of her dress. It was the blue
one, Will's favorite. The thought of Will Riker made her suddenly angry.
Will, who had wanted her all to himself though he romped around Risa with
dozens of women. Will, who had been jealous of Worf since before there
had been any reason to be. Will, who had doubtless lied when he bragged
about his conquests during the time he'd been assigned to the Klingon vessel
because surely if Worf was any indication, the Klingon females expected far
more than the First Officer had to offer.
She seized the bodice of the dress herself and tore it. Worf helped,
shredding the cloth. The skirt puddled around her feet. He lifted her out of
it. He handled her as easily as he might have picked up a child. She kicked
off her shoes as he carried her toward his bed.
He laid her down and stood over her, looming like the ravaging
brute of her fantasies. He cast off the towel. She drew in a sharp breath.
Fully erect, his organ was almost the length and circumference of her
forearm.
Apprehension clouded her desire but did not eclipse it completely.
Worf knelt on the edge of the bed. "I do not wish to hurt you,
Deana," he said.
"You won't," she said, barely recognizing that breathless whisper as
her own voice. She touched him, finding that she could not encircle him
with one hand.
She had expected his skin to be tough there as well but it was
velvety. She rubbed him between both hands, enjoying the thickness of it,
the feel of it. Worf closed his eyes. He was growling continuously, almost a
purr. Not the purr of a housecat but of a lion, a great hunting cat.
Instead of a loose sac encasing his testicles, she saw what looked to
be a pouch covered with ridged plates. She remembered hearing that in
battle, Klingons withdrew their sexual organs into an armored pouch,
rendering them invulnerable to a blow that crippled males of most other
species.
The head was a dark plum color, and shaped, she saw with
surprise, much like one of the styles of Klingon battle-cruiser. Surely
Klingon engineers did not deliberately design ships to resemble ...
She ran her tongue around the head. Even stretching her jaws to
their widest, she did not think she could get it into her mouth, and if she
somehow managed, she was sure it would not easily come out. She could
not imagine trying to explain to Dr. Crusher if they got stuck, so she did not
even try. She settled for licking and stroking and a few gentle nibbles, until
Worf's breathing was ragged and he pulled away.
"Slowly," he said. "This must be for both of us." So saying, he
pushed her back against the pillows and lowered his head to her breasts. His
mouth was hot and demanding, sucking and nuzzling with passionate
urgency.
She clutched his shoulders, rubbed the ridges along his spine. He
worked one hand between her thighs and found her damp and ready. He
peeled off her silk panties. She spread her legs. He blew gently onto her
mound, stirring the silky dark hair with his cool breath. He used his thumbs
to part her labia and began probing her with his tongue.
He brought her to the very edge of climax, slowly, teasingly, until
she was writhing and clawing at him. "Worf! Worf, I need you now!" she
panted.
"Not yet," he said. He slid a finger deep into her, pressing her
clitoris with his thumb and biting softly on her inner thigh.
Her orgasm exploded through her like a supernova. Her back
arched, her heels drummed on the mattress, her fists clenched in his hair,
and a hoarse cry escaped her throat. The initial shockwave passed, but Worf
fastened his mouth to her again and relentlessly wrung a second orgasm
from her. This time she shrieked, flinging an arm over her face to muffle her
cries.
He moved to lay beside her. She could do little more than gasp and
whimper for several minutes, but he did not seem rushed. As he tenderly
touched her face, she sensed something that she had never sensed from a
previous partner. He was more concerned about her pleasure than his own,
and would be satisfied even if they stopped now. All the rest had been
selfishly concerned with their own release, or determined to prove
something. There was a depth of caring in Worf that she had never
experienced before. She realized that her mother had been wrong. He was
not merely attracted to her. Worf loved her.
This realization brought tears to her eyes. Alarmed, he started to
speak, but she silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips. He kissed the
saltiness from her cheeks.
"You are magnificent," she whispered.
"You are beautiful," he replied.
She kissed him, a long sweet kiss, caressing his face. "Why didn't
you tell me?"
"I thought you knew. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't realize until today, but now I know I've wanted this for a
long time." She rose up on one elbow and looked at him, so nobly featured
and handsome with his hair spread out over the pillows. "I love you." In
halting Klingon, she repeated it. "JIbang SoH."
Though it normally made Klingons uncomfortable to talk about
their feelings, he said with no awkwardness at all, "I love you, Deana."
She kissed him again, with more passion this time. The aftershocks
of her two devastating climaxes had passed, and though she normally would
have been exhausted, she was eager for more. When he tried to sit up, she
pressed him down and began playfully trailing her long dark hair across his
body. She showered kisses on his chest, his thighs. He clenched his fists in
the blankets when she reached his stiffness.
Deana swung her leg over him, straddling him. He gripped her by
the waist for balance. She rubbed the head of his organ along the moist
furrow between her legs. It was still enormous, this weapon of love, but she
was now more than ready for it. She lowered herself slowly onto him.
Worf lay montionless beneath her, his rough hands caressing her
hips and ass, giving her time to adjust to his size. She could not take in the
entire length but managed enough to delight them both when she at last
could remain still no longer. She began with a gentle rocking, which caused
her clitoris to rub against his ridges. It sent her swiftly to the brink of
another dizzying orgasm.
To stifle her cries, she bit him again and dug her fingernails into his
arms. He raked his sharp teeth over her shoulder, careful not to break the
skin. He moved to meet her downward thrusts, nearly lifting her from the
mattress as the pace of their coupling increased.
Soon Deana was riding him wildly, her hair a flying whirlwind in
her face, no longer caring who heard them. Worf's snarls and growls
culminated in a full-throated roar, every muscle taut, and she felt his hot
seed spill into her.
He held her against him, his strong arms like bands of iron, and
rolled so that she was pinned under his weight. She raised her legs and
locked her ankles just over the last ridge of his spine. He gently pressed into
her, and now that he was beginning to soften he slid in to the ridged base.
Her breath escaped her in a long shuddering sigh.
They lay like that for some time. He cupped her face in his hands
and kissed her. She murmured his name, pleasantly exhausted, happier than
she had been in years. The warmth of his love as well as that of his body
comforted her.
Finally, he looked down at her and his brow furrowed. "Tell me,
Counselor, what were you doing in my quarters?"

"It was still enormous, this weapon of love, but she was now more than ready for it"

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You should stick to OffTopic :hang:.

 

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