Guys I believe you all recall when I issued a challenge to
write a story using Vulcan sexual toys...when Sarek was unable to mate out side
of Pon Farr. Well here it goes.
Keep in mind this is about sex although for a change I am not overly graphic
with it...however nor is it underly graphic.
The Dilema
By Bert
Pacing nervously in his office, he knew he could deny his feeling no longer.
However, he had one emotion blocking him from asking Amanda to be his bondmate
and wife, fear--the one emotion that kept his wall of reserve tightly intact.
She was a beautiful vibrant female...a HUMAN female with needs he could not
satisfy completely. Being Vulcan, he could only prove his masculinity
once every seventh year. It was only during Pon Farr, Vulcan males were capable
of the necessary arousal it would take to 'make love' as human's termed it.
He had developed a relationship with Amanda, but his notion of a human's
preoccupation of sex distained him from making any moves towards making her his
wife. How could he give her the heights of passion she would seek in a mate, if
he was physically incapable of arousal? His thoughts turned to some Vulcan
tools he had heard about but never indulged in. He had never before considered
it dignified to go to such lengths.
He was simply not a sexual being; though, thought of her warm smile, and gentle
laugh were enough to peck away at the tight iron suit he kept his emotions
locked away under.
Before he decided to approach Amanda he wanted to be prepared; it would take
time to order the items he thought would add in his negotiations the most. Once
he had the four items of choice ordered, he made sure they would be sent
directly to her. A note was to be inscribed, saying, 'Amanda, this and more is
the life that can await you.' He could only hope she would receive it well.
Tonight he would shed the cumbersome armor, and see if his solution would be
acceptable to her.
~-~
Amanda sat in her living area, ready for bed, finishing transcriptions for the
Embassy. A knock on her door brought her fully from her thoughts and work.
Quickly she threw on a robe, and answered her door, with a sigh. She smiled
wearily at the deliveryman; it was well past nine, "Can I help you?"
"This is for you, Miss," he handed her a good-sized box, "Please
sign here," he told her holding the clipboard for her.
"Thank you...I think." She said, wondering two things: first--who
would have sent it, and second--what was in it. Turning the box there was
nothing more then a name of a company on it 'The Lions Den'. She blushed at the
name, an explicit sex shop, carrying anything a perverted mind would desire.
She moved to her desk and upturned the box, spilling the contents onto it.
Amanda looked in shock as the items scattered on her desk, a dildo--which even
contained a strap, a small leather whip with nine tiny braids, a small egg
shaped object that danced on its own across her desk, a clear bottle of blue
jelly like substance, and finally resting on top a note. Picking it up she
read, 'Amanda, this and more is the life that can await you.' Her anger raged,
why would someone be so cruel, to think she was incapable of finding a lover.
Deep in thought, she didn't hear the chime when it first beckoned. Again, it
rang out, waking her from her harsh thoughts. With a sharp exhale, she said,
"Come," forgetting her state of dress or rather undress--in a cream
colored teddy. She gave a start, looking up to see, Sarek standing in her
doorway, his eyebrow set deep in his hairline. Cheeks became rosy with a natural
blush as she realized what he was looking at. With a deep breath, she told him,
"Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to come in?"
She was still deeply rattled by the hurtful gift.
She was dying to know why he came to visit her. It was something he just didn't
do; he had never come to her home. When they had gone out on occasion it was
after work and she had always saw that her skimmer was left at the embassy.
After he cleared his throat, he moved into the room, only enough to allow the
door to close behind him. "Amanda, I need to know something of you."
Her face didn't even try to hide the shock at him using her first name instead
of the more formal titles he normally did. "Yes?" she asked, her
inquisitiveness getting the better of her.
"Do you love me?" he asked bluntly.
What!? Do I love you? She questioned herself. The only answer she knew to be
true was, "Yes, I do..."
He moved in closer to her. "This pleases me. However, do you love me
enough to be able to be close to me, with the fact I am as human would term
'impotent' save every seventh year of my life."
She had never considered that, about Vulcans. There had been rumors they had
particularly odd sexual problems, but impotency was never among them. It wasn't
as if she hadn't abstained from sex before. Nevertheless, she wondered how she
could lay by him wanting him, knowing he could not fill her with himself. With
a sigh she admitted, "I am not sure, I DO love you. However, being close
to you, sharing your bed without sharing you, I can see that would be
torture."
He moved to the desk that she had placed the items he sent her. Picking up the wonil-zehl
whip, he told her, "Did you wonder why you received these?"
"I... I assumed that someone was playing a joke... I thought the person
wanted me to use it on myself," she said, her voice boarding on rage.
He moved to her, placing two fingers against her cheek, "No, I would never
want you to need to seek that kind of pleasure on your own." He moved the wonil-zehl
whip carefully over her shoulder. "I would prefer to give to that
pleasure."
Her mouth gaped open as she stared in wonderment of the objects. Even his touch
was sending erotic thrills through her body. Yes, they would definitely be a
plus, in a relationship in which both parties would find sexual release only
every seven years. "OH!"
He smiled slightly, as he spoke again, "Would they suit your needs, as I
can obtain more if need be?"
"What? More, oh no I think these would...um, do their intended job quite
nicely." She told him, her face now red.
"Good...now I would like to test their effectiveness...that is if you know
of a willing partner," he whispered into her ear. In general, Vulcans did
not partake in premarital liberties, but he wanted her to be sure this was something
she could live with. For a Vulcan, bonding was a marriage not easily broken—one
broken only by death. Slowly he placed a finger under the thin strap of her
gown. Pausing to assure she would be so willing.
Easing her head onto his chest, she looked up into his eyes, nodding. She was
to numb with glee to speak.
With her nod, he continued to move the strap, until he looked to see the
blazing fireplace and sheepskin rug. He moved to her front, moving his lips
upon hers. As she responded, he cradled her in his arms lifting her; gently he
moved her to the white soft rug. Making sure the presents he sent were within
his grasp.
Again, he took to the task of voiding her of clothing. He took lengths to bring
her clothing down in a fashion that would give her an idea of what he was still
capable of. His teeth, raked her shoulders, as his cool mouth caused goose
bumps on her skin. Soon she sat before him in the only other outfit that could
not be removed, her birthday suit. He gazed up and down her length, considering
what should be his first line of action, as he admired the view. He decided to
allow his hand to be his guide. Still holding tight to the wonil-zehl
whip, grasping it he brought it to them. Watching in delight the way
Amanda's eyes widened with anticipation; he found a definite pleasure in the
thought of bringing the whip down upon her delicate skin. Not too hard, but in
areas that were bound to cause more pleasure than pain.
The tiny whip crossed her back and buttocks, causing her to moan in pleasure.
More she wanted more. "Harder," she demanded. To which her lover
gladly obeyed. In her wildest dreams, she never thoughts she would enjoy such
treatment, but it sent near climatic flashes through her entire body. His lips
would drown her reddened skin with soothing cool kisses.
At the point her breathing became rapid and labored, he moved on to the next
object with in his reach. His hand felt the dildo, but before he could react,
the egg shaped vibrator moved to his hand. Closing it within his hand tightly,
he brought it to her body. First, using his closed hand, he moved down the
sensitive hills of her chest. Circling one with his hand and the other his
lips. Again, her soft moans of pleasure fueled his desire to please her. Moving
his hand down he left his lips to continue their work. There among her thighs
he found the exact spot that caused her to grip his hair tightly.
Waves of sheer ecstasy washed through her body, as the small metal egg moved
and shuddered against her sex. She never felt such pleasure without natural
skin against her in her life. For someone, incapable of performing, he
definitely knew what he was doing.
When he moved his mouth off her skin he looked into her eyes, "There are
only two items left to test," he said as he looked to the table taking the
bottle of green liquid. Drizzling it over her body, allowing the bulk to
cascade like a falls between her thighs. His hand still placed against her sex,
he moved it just enough to allow the taste of the rich kiwi flavor.
This action proved to much as she grabbed a fist full of silky black hair. She
had fallen over the edge of pleasure into ecstasy, mixing her own juices with
those of the cold liquids.
Ah, the added taste drove him to act in more of a needful manner. He, with his
actions, had been able to drive her to the point of climax.
"Oh, God, Sarek, please take me now!" she cried, her voice cracking
with the strain of her pleasure.
Instantly he replied, drinking in one last drop of sweet nectar. He discarded
his tools and picked up the sutor-lok dildo. Considered its uses, and
decided he wanted the feeling of being with in her. Mounting it over him, he
moved again down to her. Guiding her to a position that would allow him to lock
eyes with her, he moved past her outer walls into her chamber. All the time
wondering how her warmer skin would feel against his cooler flesh. His lips
repeatedly captured her as the force of his movement rocked her into him and
away again. "Amanda," his voice hummed into her mouth. Even his own
heart and breathing now raced.
"Sarek," she replied gripping his calves with her hands, pressing him
tight to her body. If this was ALL he had to give, it was more than enough for
her.
He only stopped when her looks of please turned to looks of pain. He had
managed to 'love' her so completely her natural lubrication had dried. Moving
away from her he told her, "That Amanda is what I am capable of outside my
time. Would it be enough for you?"
Still breathing erratically, she told him, "It would most definitely keep
me entertained enough."
FIN