Archive-name: vulcan_honeymoon

From: [email protected] (Ellington)

Subject: STORY: Vulcan Honeymoon

Here's the Vulcan Honeymoon... Stimulant Potion is also on its way... Do I hear any other requests??

MaC

T'Shaul was a young vulcan female of uninspiring appearance. She was a bit short, even by human standards. Her cheeks were too narrow, her nose too pointed, and her ears were large. Her body always remained hidden under the folds of a robe, but there was not much indication that she was of any great beauty. Vulcans, though, do not judge by appearance only, and T'Shaul was not ever overtly considered ugly or unattractive. Still, her parents found it difficult to arrange a marriage when T'Shaul had been a child. And then they had learned that she did not *wish* to be betrothed. Being somewhat liberal, her parents conceded to T'Shauls request for no interference on the order of marriage. There would be other children for Silvak and T'Peruv.
T'Shaul kept herself unusually isolated for a vulcan, though never from her family. She emersed herself in studies, and proved very apt in both biology and ecology. As Vulcan was a planet with a rather small and limited biosphere, she concentrated her studies on other planets, especially Earth. Its vast range of environments and sub-ecologies was eternally fascinating for T'Shaul, and her parents concern for T'Shauls self-imposed isolation was buffeted by the knowledge that she would be well respected for her chosen field of application. That she had already passed the age of marriage without any apparent concern or interest was unusual, but not unheard of.

It was in a class on Earth human society that T'Shaul met Ethan Cook. He was a human, actually *from* Earth, who taught the course for the Vulcan Science Academy. T'Shaul had only met one human before, a friend of her mothers. Ethan did not match those early impressions at all. He was cool and reserved, modeling himself a great deal after vulcans. He taught the class efficiently, and was willing to discuss topics not directly covered, after the class.
Over the weeks, T'Shaul found that Ethan was not modeling the behavior of vulcans at all. One of the human classmates told her that he had known Ethan when on a colony planet a few years ago, and he had been the same back then.
"I think he just doesn't like people much," the student said, "he doesn't associate with anyone very much. Acts kind of snobby, actually."
"Perhaps he is just shy," T'Shaul suggested in her quiet voice.
"Yeah, well... I wouldn't be surprised, I doubt he's been able to get any girlfriends with his looks..." The student immediately looked embarrassed and hurried off. T'Shaul had easily felt his reaction, though, to her own appearance. It was a typically shallow emotional reaction for a human. Yet it somehow disturbed T'Shaul slightly. She had not admitted, even to herself, that her appearance was part of the reason for her isolation.

It was towards the end of the course when T'Shaul discovered Ethan in the desert, crying, one night. She had been frequenting it herself because of the effectiveness of the sterile environment when meditating. One night she came to a small outcropping of rock, still radiating heat absorbed from Vulcans brilliant sun, which had set. Her first reaction upon seeing the human, bent up against the rock and sobbing into his hands, was to leave immediately. It was a display of emotion distasteful to any vulcan, even from a human. But she recognized that it was Ethan, and her curiosity overcame the vulcans usual regard for privacy. That, and something that radiated with his emotions, something that was familiar.
When Ethan recognized T'Shaul as a student in his course, he hesitated to leave. Then, figuring that no vulcan would really care about his personal troubles, if they even understood them, he ended up inviting her to stay. She was hesitant but obviously curious. Feeling the need to purge the depression that was looming in him, Ethan told the quiet T'Shaul about the pain that led to his sobbing in the desert, alone.
It was with some amazement that T'Shaul learned that Ethan also had a self-imposed isolation. In the human society, he had been unable to live with what was generally viewed as an unattractive visage, as well as a social clumsiness. Ethan Cook had eventually given up on forming relations with his own people, especially female. He had been greatly hurt by rejection inflicted on him by several different callous women.
T'Shaul found herself listening intently as the young and lonely man droned on, rating his life lower and lower. She found herself sympathizing so greatly that before she realized it, she was telling Ethan about her own deeply buried self-doubts over appearance and a purpose in her life. She didn't notice the humans eyes growing wider as she described a strange emptiness she had always felt in her soul. Than she started when his hand touched hers, and found herself staring into hidden eyes that somehow gleamed without light.

In a few short weeks, an incredible change came over the two. T'Shaul was suddenly telling T'Peruv and Silvak all about her Earth society teacher and not the course itself. And her bearing had altered in some way that made her more noticeable. Meanwhile, Ethan Cook was amazing students and co-workers alike as he smiled, chuckled, and even laughed on occasions. The man who had been considered snobbish and unsociable was now openly friendly. No one could figure out the reason behind the apparent changes in his behavior. Until he announced joyously that he and T'Shaul were to marry.
T'Shauls parents were, for vulcans, overjoyed. They approved strongly of Ethan, which surprised him. He was delighted to find how much regard they had for him and his work.
"You have brought our daughter back for us," T'Shauls father said softly to Ethan, when they were momentarily alone. "This is appreciated greatly." Ethan nodded numbly, knowing what an open admission like this cost the old vulcan. "I thank you," Ethan managed to say, "for having your daughter. She is everything to me." And while the love for T'Shaul emenating from the Earth man was not enough to make Silvak react openly, his eyes did shine more brightly.
At the Bonding ceremony, T'Shaul and Ethan were accompanied by many vulcan relatives and friends of her family. Ethan was surprised at how many humans showed up as well, and was slowly learning that more people had cared for him then he thought.
When the full marriage Bond was established, Ethan found himself crying freely and without shame. Standing together, their hands just touching, he and T'Shaul thanked their guests for their attendance. The love and joy being radiated caused more then one vulcan to let slip a minor expression of emotion. Several of the older vulcan even smiled at them openly, though only for a moment.
All of their lonelieness and depression were gone, and in the past. T'Shaul and Ethan had found each other, the Bond thundering in their souls.

The couple left Vulcan for what, in quaint human terms, Ethan called a honeymoon. With the money bestowed upon them as wedding gifts, it was easy to obtain passage to Net'liree, a lush recreational planet. The planet had an even climate very much like a warm spring on Earth, which T'Shaul found cool but not uncomfortable. To Ethan, any drop in tempeture was a relief. Both enjoyed the lighter gravity, T'Shaul more out of the uniqueness of the experience then the physical relief that Ethan felt.
They obtained a modest cabin situated in a large area of land, far removed from other vacationers. Net'liree was a planet for those that wished privacy and simple, natural pleasures. The cabin was near the edge of a large lake, with open fields spread out to one side and a large but not very dense forest at the other. Most of the native animal life consisted of birds, small mammals and reptiles, but a number of animals from other planets, including Earth, had been transplanted to Net'liree. There were even some bears, though they were very shy.
The couple spent their time exploring the area. T'Shaul was enraptured by the assortment of plants. Grasses, bushes, trees, and flowers were everywhere, and the wind was filled with the scent of growing things and chlorophyll. Ethan smiled at her wonder of so much greenery. She was also intrigued when he started swimming in the lake. The experience of total immersion in liquid was almost totally alien to T'Shaul, who had never left Vulcan. Even baths were rare, so she did not join Ethan the first several times.
It was the late afternoon of their third day at the cabin when Ethan was finally able to convince T'Shaul to let him teach her how to swim. She was observing the squirrels, feeding them nuts and bits of fruit to win their trust, when Ethan remarked that for a wife she acted a lot like a student.
T'Shaul turned her head and watched Ethan "treading water" as he smirked at her. She knew he was playing one of those incomprehensible human games again. She had been learning, slowly, what "teasing" was and responded, with usual vulcan calmness, "In matters of human behavior, I will always be your student."
Ethan continued to grin and then suddenly splashed a small wave of water onto her. She blinked and stood up, but knew it was just part of the game. She was not sure how to respond next though.
"Well if you're my student, then I think that I should teach you how to swim," Ethan said, a mock serious expression taking over his face. "Get your clothes off and come on in."
T'Shaul continued to stand for a moment, then quickly and efficiently stripped off her clothing. Ethan had bought them at a shop in town to help keep her warm. She piled the clothing carefully a ways from the edge of the lake, then stepped to the edge and slowly slid herself into the water, which was only about thigh-high at that point. To her it was chilly and made her shiver slightly.
Her complete obeyal of Ethans playful command and her nakedness in the clear daylight had erased Ethans grin. Now he was just gazing at her body. Married they were, but they had not yet consummated it, the intense joy of the Bond having eclipsed such mundane thoughts as those of sex. They had not paid attention to each others nudity when changing clothes, and had spent their nights only sleeping, sharing dreams. Now Ethan was taking the time to really look at his wifes body, and she dutifully turned around slowly at the admiration that came through the Bond.
"And to think that we terrans *still* have taboos against the naked form," Ethan said quietly. He beckoned T'Shaul closer and she walked into the lake to him, as he swam closer to her. Meeting at a depth where the water lapped around their chests, Ethan gazed into her eyes and then gently took her hand.
Ethan tugged T'Shaul out to the deeper water, then let go of her hand. She knew that her buoyancy was higher then that of the liquid and therefore she should float, but found herself nearly choking on the cold lake water.
"Move your legs," Ethan said, a bit of urgency in his voice. He remained close but didn't touch her. "Kick them back and forth like you were walking hard." T'Shaul did as he said and her head was pushed above the waterline.
After he was sure knew how to stay afloat properly, Ethan began to teach her some basic swimming motions. The mechanics were apparent very quickly, and soon T'Shaul was propelling herself about the lake, being very careful not to breath in any water. Ethan laughed and started to swim around her, showing off. They collided, and he gasped as she went under. Panicking, he grabbed her by the waist and heaved her body up high into the air. T'Shaul let out a gasping breath and wiped her wet, black hair from her face.
Ethan thought, his heart pounding with fear.
T'Shaul thought, her trust implicit. She was looking down at Ethan and his arms were trembling with the effort to hold her up but he didn't lower her as he just keep staring into her eyes and thinking over and over as tears mixed with the cool lake water...
she exclaimed. She didn't want him to pull a muscle but he didn't care. She twisted carefully and slid out of his grasp, but before he could panic again, she swam to the lake edge. He followed and climbed out before her, to help her.
"I am fine, my love," she said firmly. Ethan stroked her cheek and his concern slowly faded. T'Shaul knew the fear he had felt, and did not deny that she too could not stand the thought of his every dying. It could be examined calmly and logically, but she did not want to. She only wanted to be with Ethan and love him, giving herself to him completely. The Bond joined their thoughts and desires into one.
Hands clasped, they silently headed for the cabin, T'Shauls clothes left behind.

Ethan insisted on lighting a large fire to heat the cabin. T'Shaul protested that it would make him unnecessarily hot and she could withstand the cold quite easily.
"No way," Ethan said. "You forget how much more humans can adapt to varying enviroments than vulcans. This'll just be like the summer I spent in Israel."
"It is not logical for you to endure such discomfort. I am more adequately prepared to deal with --"
Ethan brushed T'Shauls cheek with the back of his hand, cutting off her statement. he thought, He took her hand and tugged her towards the bed. T'Shaul found herself laying back automatically, considering another protest, when Ethans lips were suddenly on her own.
He hungerily kissed T'Shaul, his hands caressing her shoulders. She smelled his warm, clean breath puffing from his nostrils, quickening as he grew excited. Ethan had too rarely been able to fulfill any sexual urges with a woman and now, long suppressed from habit, they were surging forward. But somehow Ethan realized that there was something wrong. He couldn't figure it out at first, and then it suddenly dawned on him.
"You're still a virgin," he said quietly, breaking the kiss.
"I am untouched, yes," his wife affirmed. Her eyes were gleaming as they watched his.
"I didn't think--stupid of me...His annoyance tweaked the Bond and T'Shaul touched his forehead. The Bond flared and any conflicts died in its light.
Ethan thought, his concern strong. He didn't want T'Shauls first sexual experience to be pathetic like his, or painful, or too short... He wanted it to be perfect. She accepted this and relaxed herself slowly.
Ethan was carefully exploring T'Shauls body, caressing and kissing and occasionally licking. Her neck was as sensitive as a human womans was, for she informed him of each spots reaction to his attention as he progressed. Her nipples were small brown disks with little bumps. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Ethan tentatively licked one of the brown disks and their was no outward reaction, except for her next breath being much deeper. He had felt the tingle through the Bond, though, and continued to gently stroke the nipple with his tongue. After several minutes, he moved onto the other nipple and gave it an equal treatment. The bumps were swelling to hard points.
T'Shaul thought, Ethan almost smiled at the classical vulcan observation power applied to such a situation. He stopped licking the other nipple and kissed T'Shaul softly as he used his fingers to stroke the hardening nipples. T'Shaul breathed hard into Ethans mouth but she wasn't making any other sound. The Bond, however, was full of little bits of physical pleasure coming from her body. Ethan realized that T'Shaul was still in the habit of controlling any possible emotional outbursts. He pinched her nipples suddenly and hard and she gasped, but her expression didn't change.
"You have to let go, darling," he said, concerned. "You can't enjoy it unless you let go." He could tell she was hesitating. his thoughts urged.
Ethan re-applied himself to her nipples, his fingers caressing her skin, sliding from her shoulders to her rip cage, then around to her back and down further... T'Shaul gasped again as his fingernails creased along her soft buttock cheeks and carefully kneaded the flesh. After several minutes he stopped and raised his mouth up to her lips and kissed her gently as his hands cupped her breasts. She was responsive, but so restrained and careful! He decided that to arouse her properly he would have to be more forceful, so his tongue pushed at T'Shauls lips and pried them apart easily to enter her mouth. She made a strange little sound at this intrusion and tried to push his tongue back out with her own, but he kept sliding it around her own.
she demanded in perplexed thoughts.
he replied,
Unfortunately, it became all too apparent soon that T'Shaul could not relax. Her arousal was slow and she was too confused over the human sexual practices to respond naturally.
"Augh!" Ethan finally exclaimed, flopping on his side. T'Shaul looked at him with an apologetic expression in her eyes. They both knew what the problem was now. A vulcan marriage was normally consummated in the blazing heat of a vulcan males Ponn-Faar and while, as a human, Ethan didn't have the emotional restraint and control of a vulcan, a vulcans unleashed emotions are more powerful then a humans.
T'Shaul thought gently. She clasped his hand with her own. Ethan knew that it was not an unwillingness, but an inability.
he thought.
T'Shaul was shocked at such a thought, shocked and afraid of such a thing ever happening to him. He quickly eased her fear with promises to never consider such a thing again.
The couple pulled closer and entwined their minds, merging themselves with their minds instead of bodies. Physical desires ignored, but not forgotten, they slept.

T'Shaul awoke that morning first, and left the cabin quietly to retrieve her clothing. She was careful to wrap an extra thick blanket around herself to shield against what was, to her, a rather cold morning. She found her clothes damp with the intriguing occurence of dew, never seen on Vulcan. She laid the clothes out flat on the small pier over the lake, calculating that the sun would be hot enough to dry them out by noon. Then she sat down to watch the coming dawn. Ethan was a late sleeper and would not awaken for awhile, and the dawning of a small yellow sun was very different then that of Vulcans red giant. She found the difference fascinating.
The horizon slowly brightened and gained color as time passed. Native birds cooed and chirped, and a few even gave some half-hearted whistles. T'Shaul had found that Net'liree birds were rather lazy about music but friendly and colorful. As the sun rose slowly, its brilliant orange light filled the sky, coloring the land in streams of photons. T'Shaul noted, with slight surprise, that she was already feeling warmer. She gazed at the orange disk, which was now shifting to a more golden hue, her secondary eye-lids protecting herself from blindness.
But as the sun continued to climb and the daylight came, she realized it couldn't be that hot already. Her skin was beginning to itch from the blankets roughness so she dropped it from her shoulders. Feeling momentarily cooler, she wondered if perhaps she were catching some native illness, though they had both received full inoculations. She felt her forehead and was surprised to find it slightly damp with sweat. Standing up, the blanket sliding down to rest at her feet, she considered going into the lake. The water looked cool and refreshing, just what she needed to sate this fire that was overtaking her... Then T'Shaul gasped in realization, and probed Ethan through the Bond.
He was apparently still asleep, but he was having an especially intense erotic dream. She knew he had been strongly aroused last night but had not obtained release. Now his unfulfilled desires worked their way out during sleep. With their Bonding, she had learned about these dreams he had at times, for they had been one of his few outlets during bouts of depression. He had been ashamed to admit this to T'Shaul, but she found nothing offensive about it. Their Bond was so strong and so close, though, that Ethans dream was affecting her even though she was awake and outside. T'Shaul was breathing hard and pondered what to do, but it was difficult to concentrate. Her skin was itching fiercly now, prickling all over. Desperately, she picked up the blanket and headed for the cabin.
She entered quietly and found Ethan in the bed on his stomach, the sheets trundled about his feet. The cabin was still hot from the large fire that he had built last night, now subsided to glowing coals, and it was almost like being back on Vulcan. T'Shaul could see that Ethan was sweating profusely as he tossed about in his sleep. She didn't notice that a sheen of sweat was slowly gathering on her own body.
T'Shaul hesitated by the bed, trying to figure out how she should wake her husband, when he rolled over and sighed. She saw that his penis had grown large and hard, the testicles drawn up to the crotch. T'Shaul had yet to observe her husbands body closely, and now she couldn't help but gaze at the male hardness, noting its pattern of small veins under the skin, the dark, curly tufts of hair growing around its base. The hair thinned to a line that went across Ethans stomach and to his chest, the curly growth broadening outwards again. Vulcan men didn't have such hairy chests and she was enthralled by Ethans. She could see that he didn't have great muscular definition, but his skin was smooth and a healthy color. His face, unappealing to vainer human women, was full of character to T'Shaul. Her eyes traveled back down along his body to his legs, which were thick and strong, and covered with more hair. The legs shifted as Ethan groaned quietly and T'Shaul twitched in empathy. His passion was surging and overflowing into the Bond, making her heart beat faster. Her mouth was dry as she slowly licked her lips automatically. The cabin seemed to be getting hotter yet she knew intellectually that it wasn't. The burning was coming from the Bond and Ethans raging erotic dream.
T'Shaul, standing by the bed, closed her eyes as she carefully and with some difficulty slipped her mind into Ethans dream. She knew that whatever was in the dream, it was driving Ethan into a state that beyond that of Ponn-Faar, and pulling her with it.
She had to clamp onto her control firmly once in the dream, for it was intense and burningly erotic. In the dream Ethan and T'Shaul were in the cabin, but it was strung with glowing red lights and gauzy red curtains. A musky odor filled the dream cabin. The dream couple were holding each other, caressing themselves intamently. The dream version of T'Shaul was wanton as a vulcan woman is not, using human obscenities and sexual phrases to entice the dream Ethan. Dream-T'Shaul urged him on as he kissed and licked her neck. "Oooh, you're tongue is so hot." Dream-T'Shaul cooed. "Suck my titties baby, please?"
"Of course," Dream-Ethan said, and cupped the breasts proffered him. He sucked intensely at the nipples and Dream-T'Shaul moaned low in her throat. "Oh yeah, that's it baby. Don't you love my tits? I bet you'd love to fuck them with that hot cock of yours. Oooh yeah, you're such a good tit-sucker!"
"I want you to suck me off," Dream-Ethan said, rubbing the vulcans breasts roughly.
Dream-T'Shaul smiled wickedly then kneeled in front of Dream-Ethan, pulling his hardness into her mouth. She clamped her lips around the head and slowly slid them down the shaft until the cock was deep in her throat. Then she sucked hard and dream-Ethan groaned. "Oh yesss... suck it good you hot vulcan bitch! Uhhhnnn, you're so fucking GOOD!! Yeesss... oh yeah..." He continued to mutter on as his hands stroked Dream-T'Shauls black hair as her head bobbed.
Suddenly she stopped and said "I need to fuck!"
"Yeah? How bad do you need to fuck, you vulcan slut?"
"*This* bad!" And Dream-T'Shaul pushed Dream-Ethan over, sliding herself over him before he could react. With a load moan she lowered herself onto his prick. "Oh God! You're so big! Unnngh, fuck! Fuck FUCK FUCK!!" Dream-T'Shaul started bouncing up and down wildy, while Dream-Ethan grabbed her breasts and massaged them. The dream couple was thrashing and moaning, yelling obscene endearments at each other.

T'Shaul forced her way out of the dream suddenly, no longer able to stand its intensity. She opened her eyes and saw that Ethan had clamped his hand on his erection, stroking it slowly. He muttered slightly and she could tell that he was still asleep but not far away from conciousness. She wasn't sure how long she had been in the dream, but it had seemed like hours.
Her chest heaving, T'Shaul stared at the human sexual organ as Ethan stroked it. Its tip was damp with lubrication that oozed from the slit and the whole shaft was red. Someone moaned loudly and Ethans eyes opened suddenly to find T'Shaul standing over him by the bed, her arms clasped under her breasts. She had a dazed expression on her face, focused on his hands... then he realized that he had been masturbating. Embarrassing, shameful fragments of the dream spun through his mind and he thought that T'Shaul must surely be upset with him, but she wasn't *acting* upset...
She glanced at him suddenly at his thoughts and her tongue darted out to moisten dry lips. She moaned again and Ethans eyes widened as he felt the heat radiating from her through the Bond. Suddenly, T'Shaul threw herself on top of Ethan, desperately kissing him.
she thought harshly. Her lips were sucking on Ethans and she copied his french kiss of the previous night, tongue clumsily exploring his mouth. He couldn't help himself from responding even though he protested.
he thought desperately, Somehow, still slightly addled, he thought she was forcing herself into this state, that she was doing something she didn't want to. His dream! It had been so guttural.
"You foolish human," T'Shaul said, breaking their kiss, "you can not shame me! You have aroused me too much!" Her eyes were gleaming feverantly. "Do you not realize? Your dream, it brought me here! It was your equivalent of Ponn-Faar!!" Ethans eyes widened at the realization. Then he grabbed T'Shaul and was hungrily devouring her lips, then sucking his way down her chin and across her neck to her breasts. Her slumbering passion had been well and truly awakened and now it compelled his actions.
T'Shaul moaned as Ethans tongue swirled around her hardened nipples. His soft, flexible muscle was dancing across the tight, rough flesh of each breasts tip, flicking and swirling as he sucked gently. He used his teeth to carefully nibble on the nubs and T'Shaul gasped each time, then pulled his body closer. "Oh yes!!" she exclaimed, "Suck my tits!" Ethan started at this exclamation. "Do not stop!" T'Shaul cried desperately.
"Sorry..." Ethan replied a bit sheepishly. "I'm not used to a vulcan talking... explicitly."
"I do not care!!" T'Shaul complained. "I just want you to suck my tits!"
Ethan grinned, and then he noticed that his wifes hips were twisting back and forth. "Hey," he said, "you don't need me to suck your *tits*..." With that, he moved himself down to T'Shauls crotch. T'Shaul was moaning quietly as her hips wriggled about, but she stopped when her husband pulled her legs apart and placed his face just inches from her crotch. A strange thrill shot down her spine but she suppressed the idea that he would... no, he would not dare!
Ethan examined the puffy green lips of his wifes vagina. The color was so different than the pink shadings of a human womans, it was somehow perversely exciting. Blood-engorged tissue glistened with moisture while fine black hair like silk threads surrounded the lips in a delicate frame. "Awwww, poor baby," Ethan said, "did I cause this?"
"Yes. Now please Ethan..." T'Shaul seemed slightly confused, though she didn't stop wriggling slightly. He couldn't possibly be intending to...
"It looks hot... Let's see if I can cool it down." Ethan breathed carefully on the soaking patch of hair and skin. T'Shaul moaned hard at the tickling breeze. "Well that didn't work. Maybe I can cool it by licking."
"Licking?" T'Shauls voice was small and trembling. "But that... that would be..." She could barely suppress the lust that welled up at what he suggested.
Ethan thought. There was silence only for a moment, and then T'Shaul nodded, head shaking slightly.
Ethan could smell the muskiness of T'Shauls lubricants. The odor wasn't overly strong and had a tinge of something that he couldn't identify. Something pleasant, like a flowers heavy perfume. He breathed it in deeply as he used his tongue tip to lick from the bottom of the glistening slit to the top. T'Shaul started to moan the moment Ethans tongue touched her heated nether lips and the moan rose in pitch as the taster slid upward until it reached the dark cap of flesh over her clitoris. He used his fingers to pull it back and carefully sucked on the bud of nerve endings.
"OH!" T'Shaul cried, her body quivering like a drop of water on a fine wire.
Ethan thought.
"OOH!" "OH!!" "OH YES!" T'Shaul thought that she had never felt such pleasure before. Hot lines raced along her nerves and mind seemed to be sinking into something warm.
Ethan swabbed his wifes wattles, sucking in the moisture on them with great abandon. The taste was different from the smell, almost nutty but with a salty-sweet aftertaste. Delicious!
T'Shaul slowly undulated her hips as Ethan serviced her with his mouth. She had never bothered to study human sexual practices; she hadn't even paid much attention to the vulcan ones. Now she was happy to be making up for the lost time as she moaned in great abandon. She watched her husband as he maneuvered in her crotch, hands massaging her thighs. It was intensely exciting to see his tongue swirl about and feel the near ecstasy of it at the same time. A slow coiling was growing in her stomach which she realized was an approaching climax. It would be her first ever.
Ethan thought, surprised.
T'Shaul, too distracted to concentrate on thinking, replied "Yessss. Do that again, it felt OH! O H ! Yes! Oh I love you!" She closed her eyes, but her hands sought out Ethans head to hold it gently. Waves of ecstatic love flowed through the bond with the increased physical contact.
Ethan pressed his mouth against the wet pocket and stuck his tongue between the lips, pushing it in as far as it would go. T'Shauls hips began bucking immediately as the tongue pulled out and slid back in, over and over. Then she cried out again when Ethan swirled his tongue around her swollen clitoris rapidly, ending with a hard sucking on the button while flicking it with his tongue tip. The sensual undulations of T'Shauls body rapidly fell apart as she felt the coiling becoming tighter and tighter.
"Inside me you-you probe and eat and drink me and I-I-I'm going..." The sentence stuttered and died into silence for one brief moment. "I LOVE YOU!!!" T'Shaul quivered violently, then started thrashing as she came so hard she managed to rip the matress with her clenching hands. A single hair-raising moan emerged from T'Shauls throat, drawing out and out as her climax pulsed through her every nerve. Ethan vibrated his tongue on the pulsing clitoris as tremendous volumes of musky fluid poured out of the slit below it, coating his chin. Only intense concentration kept him from loosing his own control and spewing semen all over the bed underneath him.
After several minutes, T'Shaul came down from her high. She was gasping for breath but managed to sigh happily. Ethan kissed her stomach and she giggled. It felt good to giggle and she continued to do so. Ethan smiled as his wifes happiness bubbled over to him through the Bond. It made him feel joyful and proud to have brought his wife such pleasure for her first time.
T'Shaul thought as she kissed Ethan. She didn't notice the slight tang of her own cum on his lips.
Ethan thought ruefully.
T'Shaul could feel now that Ethan was indeed very excited. His libido was overworked from the double sensations of pleasure that the Bond provided. He would need to ejaculate to relieve the pressure, she calculated. Images from the dream suddenly lept into her mind.
"Is my beloveds cock all swollen and hard?" T'Shaul said. Her quiet, gentle voice uttering such explicit words made Ethan start. She was learning that such "dirty talk" was very arousing for him. And that meant it was arousing for herself as well. Fortunately, she had learned quite a few from his dream!
T'Shaul moved herself into a kneeling position on the bed between Ethans legs, bending over his cock. His eyes grew wide when she said, "What a beautiful hard cock my husband has." Her hair hung in long strands over Ethans pelvis as she looked down at the tip of his prick. "And it has a purple head. I love purple." She experimentally fondled the staff and Ethan groaned as soft, careful fingers caressed his hot flesh. "Oh, it feels wonderful! It is smooth and hot." Pre-cum leaked from the slit as T'Shaul stroked the cock, describing the feeling.
"You certainly aaahh! learned the verbal part of human sex fast! Mmmmm..."
"We are Bonded, my love. I know your dreams and you know mine." T'Shaul leaned closer to Ethans prick. "I watched your dream... you wanted me to suck your cock." A drop of pre-cum spat out and hit T'Shaul on the nose at the remark. She looked at Ethan, seeing sweat run down his face, his eyes pleading. "And I do. I want you to come. I want you to feel so good!"
"Do you, unhh, know what to do?" Ethan said, gritting his teeth.
"I grap the basics," T'Shaul replied. "Do you object to my practicing on you?"
"Practice. Please," Ethan breathed.
T'Shaul leaned forward and carefully licked from the cap of the cock down the staff, leaving a streak of shiny saliva. The flavor was almost tangy, a combination of sweat and something else. Liking this taste, T'Shaul slid her tongue-tip up the underside of the hardness and passed over the sensitive glans. Doing so caused Ethan to moan and T'Shauls crotch to suddenly flood anew. She gasped in surprise at the surge of pleasure, spreading her knees wider in automatic response. Eager now, she pursed her lips and placed them on the head of the cock, then pushed it slowly into her mouth, just as the dream-T'Shaul had. She pressed her lips tightly to the sides of Ethans cock as she slid it nearly half-way in.
Ethans hips pushed up, trying to thrust the rest of his cock into the warm and wet place, but the head only banged against the back of T'Shauls mouth. T'Shaul supressed his humping with her vulcan strength, hands holding his hips firmly in place. Then she began to suck as if she were using a very thin straw to try and empty a huge container of water as quickly as possible.
"UOUUUHHHH!!" Ethan moaned, his eyes closing. "FUCK!! Oh God baby, not so hard! Oooooohhh!! STOP STOP!" He was gasping and panting, so T'Shaul let up the pressure.
she thought, her mouth too full to speak. She looked at Ethan with concern.
"Right?!" Ethan was nearly stunned, she realized. "T'Shaul, you nearly sucked my balls out! Another couple of seconds and I would've lost it." Ethan felt wonderful affection for the dark haired maiden watching him, his hardness protruding from her lips. His affection swirled with lust at her visage, giving his wife a strange fluttering sensation in both her crotch and her chest.
Ethan showed her some images of other techniques she could try. T'Shaul learned quickly what actions provoked the greatest pleasure. Licking the sensitive spot just between the head and the stretched foreskin would always bring Ethans climax closer as well as making her crotch even more wet. Sucking a ball into her mouth would illicit a gasp from Ethan. Suction on the head, much milder than she had used before, gave them both glorious tingles.
T'Shaul licked the cock from base to tip and down again, coating it with saliva. She clamped her lips to the head and tickled it with her tongue, then tried to stick the tip of her eager taster into the small slit, but it wouldn't fit. So instead, she swirled her tongue around the head, tracing the broken circle of tissue around the base of the cock head. T'Shaul had bunched up the bed sheets between her legs and now rhythmically squeezed her thighs against them. Ethan was murmuring endearments to his wife as she switched between licking the whole shaft and caressing the head with her tongue.
"Ungh! Aaaaahhh... oh yeah right there... UNNNNGH!! oooh..." Sweat was pouring from Ethans body, soaking the matress cover. His balls felt bulging and hard, almost stony.
T'Shaul thought and a stab of mixed pleasure-pride came from Ethan. She was really getting into dirty talk, stoking her own firey passion with the strange human words. The sheets between her legs were soaked thoroughly, the lubricants dampening her thighs. Ethan could smell the musky, delicate odor which was filling the cabin.
Ethan thought.
T'Shaul replied. And it was true.
She pulled back for a moment to examine her handywork. Ethans prick was visibly straining, gleaming with saliva and pre-cum in the morning light from the window. The shaft was a pleasant bright red with a dark purple head that bobbed slightly with each pulse of Ethans rapidly beating heart. T'Shaul kissed the glans and more pre-cum squirted out. She liked having this control over her husbands body, his passion. She didn't want it to end too soon. Now maybe it was time for her to play a little game.
"Are you ready to come?" she asked huskily.
"Yes!" The reply was frantic.
"Are you sure?"
Ethan stared at her. "YES!"
"Maybe you would like some water, it must be hot for you. Or maybe a swim in the lake?" T'Shauls tone was almost off-hand.
"Damn it, I should never have taught you how to tease," Ethan complained, realizing his wifes intentions.
"Too late, my love." T'Shaul replied, a triumphant expression on her face.
Ethan groaned and shoved his raging need for climax into T'Shauls mind. The Bond had been echoing the physical sensations all along, but not this fully or intensely. Now T'Shaul moaned, her head falling forward to rest on Ethans leg, as her hips flexed hard and little gasps escaped from her lips. "Oh oh ooh... Oh stop, oh, oh stop please oh..." T'Shaul felt like steel bands were wrapped around her--testicles?--which strained to burst. She nearly emptied her bladder. She couldn't hold herself up as Ethans throbbing need filled her and she whimpered for it to stop. Ethan relented and she raised her head to look at him. "Oh Ethan..." she breathed. Her whole crotch was throbbing and her pussy felt like it had had boiling water poured over it.
"Just make me come," Ethan said, "please... it's starting to hurt..." He was breathing hard and swallowing constantly. His eyes pleaded to his wife.
T'Shaul immediately stopped practicing the game of teasing. She let her mouth fill with saliva, then slid Ethans cock into the oral cavity, her lips sliding along the veins of the shaft. She began to bob her head, the tip of the cock sliding in as far as it would go then out. "Unh! Oh God!! Uuuhhh!" Ethan was gasping and thrusting his hips to meet T'Shauls hot mouth as she bobbed her head faster, moaning as Ethans climax built through the Bond, making her crotch itch. She was moaning harder and her head was starting to shake as she slid her mouth ever faster over Ethans prick.
"T'Shaul," Ethan gasped, barely able to talk, "use your hand! Or I-I-I'll UUUNNNGH!" Ethan almost whimpered. He knew he could never hold back against this onslaught. He desperately wanted to pull himself out of T'Shauls mouth before he came, but she was holding his body tightly in place with her superior vulcan strength. T'Shaul felt her husbands balls tightening and starting to jerk as he was about to come, so she left just the cock head in her mouth. Then she used her hand to jerk on the rest of wet shaft as she flicked the sensitive glans in a frenzy.
"WAIT! NOOOO!!" Ethan cried, but it was too late. His back arched up as he yelled, then his cock jerked violently and hot sticky fluid flooded T'Shauls mouth. She vaguely tasted the semen but was overwhelmed by Ethans intense climax setting her off. The Bond made it seem almost like she had a cock and it was spurting hard into a warm and pleasant cavity. She couldn't help herself as she flung her head back and yelled incoherently, unswallowed semen dribbling out of her mouth as she trembled in the throes of ecstasy. Ethans cock spurted cum onto her neck and chest several times and then stopped. T'Shaul groaned desperately, then bent close as she grabbed her husbands prick and pumped out more semen. It jetted onto her narrow features, but she didn't care. She closed her eyes and shuddered with their shared climax. With each stream of semen, Ethan felt like someone was yanking a hot wire out of his uretha. They were both coming intensely, pleasure feeding back through the Bond in a seemingly endless cycle.
Slowly the couple recovered from their orgasm, gasping and panting. T'Shaul slowly pumped her hand along Ethans cock and a few more drops of semen oozed out. She licked them off, now able to concentrate on the flavor. It was thick and salty, but definitely appealing. And it seemed that something in the semen reacted with her vulcan skin or sweat, making her flesh tingle in a strange, soothing fashion.
"I'm sorry T'Shaul, I couldn't help myself..." Ethan was ashamed of the mess he had made of his wife. Her black hair was damp with sweat, which speckled her forehead. Her face had cum spattered all over it, dripping from her nose and mouth in gobs, and more semen dripped down her neck over her breasts. Her hand was sticky with the white fluid, which she was carefully licking off. Ethan felt like crying for what he had done. "I didn't want to shame you..." he said miserably, then stared as he realized his wife was eagerly eating his semen. "You... you like it?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes," T'Shaul said. "It makes my skin tingle." She licked her fingers carefully, as if she were sampling some vegetable dip. "And it has a unique flavor. Different then anything else."
"But..." Ethan was confused. This was his wife! Not some common prostitute that he would pay to relieve his frustrations.
T'Shauls thought was quiet. Ethans self-disgust died away.
T'Shaul rubbed the semen across her chest, caressing it in. The tingling settled into her hot skin and made it nearly glow. Ethans cock had begun to soften but now it was pulsing hard again at the sight of the young vulcan maiden using his cum as an ointment. His passion was far from exhausted and now it surged anew. T'Shaul sighed, her eyes fluttering closed, as warmth spread through her stomach and then into her groin.
"Oooh..." She opened her eyes and stared into Ethans own. They were gleaming with hunger but the glow of love was just as strong. She unfolded herself to rest her body on his, and whispered "I love thee, thou who art my husband." She spoke in Vulcan, but Ethan understood every word. "Let us mate."
"Oh we will," Ethan whispered back. "But not until we clean up. I'm not going to have your first time be something sleazy." T'Shaul nearly argued against this, for her blood was burning with unrelenting need, but she felt the importance Ethan held for his wish, so she agreed.