A/N: A gift for Sokona the unethical Vulcan for her gift of Stelam and other delights. So yeah...I'm back at it again with the Dub/Non-con themes so if you like Far from Home or the five times Spock fic or Between two suns, DO NOT READ THIS ONE. If you liked Forget me not ( not the writing necessarily) and dub/noncon themed shit this is your jam so please proceed. There's your warning. I have two more gifts to post and about 20 more pages to write for the next chapter of Between two suns so we're getting there. I don't know how long this will be, I'm guessing maybe two like the five times fic. Warning Danger caution when reading.
What a charming little gem of a female he thinks as the molten chocolate slips between his lips.
As Spock watches her dance he concludes she is by far the highlight of his evening. Surak knows he doesn't want to be here attending his brother as he fritters away their father's coin on all the pleasures and vices Terra has to offer the Crown Prince of Vulcan.
Most affairs are more tedious than this, filled with nasal breathing, overstuffed human nobles but the entertainment his brother has hired along with the goblet filled with drinking chocolate make it more bearable.
Spock sits watching a little dancer in the middle of her group of hostess sisters, lithely bending and pointing her legs in a style of ballet.
Spock swallows the thick liquid in his mouth as she spins and bows on the tip of her toes with her rear high in the air. Nimble he thinks, drawing down another sip. He stares at the human, tracing her steps as she floats across the floor but it's his inability to look away from her that intrigues him.
Placing his goblet on the low lying table before him he examines the resistance. He wants her but not in a typical fashion of spending himself inside her or rummaging through her mind until he finds his pleasure. With this dark, slip of a woman he wants to gorge himself over every inch of her. What he feels is far from his typical ransacking practice. This human he covets.
Curious, Spock muses while ignoring the pointed looks of the barmaids refilling his glass. They poke their chests towards Spock and make a fuss of preening in front of him. It is irritating as well as distracting. He shoos them away with a glare and reclaims his drink, still studying his current obsession.
He can't recall ever feeling this particular jealous hunger for anyone let alone a human. Not once has Spock felt this moved to take a female as he does now with her but the more his eyes follow her gliding across the floor the more his mind makes plans to have her all to himself for the rest of the evening. Possibly longer.
" Do I bore you brother or has someone else caught your interest?" his brother's voice breaks in over the music.
Spock looks over at Sybok with a very Vulcan smile of his eyes and gives the slightest shrug of his shoulders. It's more that Spock finally taken notice of his words. His brother has been chatting with him and the surrounding maids the entire time but verbal jab finally pokes Spock into attention. " One would hardly ever call you a bore, sakai. You are the jubilance of every gathering, whether a wedding or a wake."
The grand prince hums with laughter at his backhanded compliment. " Your sharp tongue never fails you, Spock. So if I am so very entertaining then a some, little minx has stolen your eye. A young, lithe dancer, I presume?" he teases nodding towards the floor.
" The comely, copper colored maid, center stage." Spock admits, bringing the rim of his goblet away from his lips.
Sybok glances from under the crush of poorly covered hostesses to find the dancer in question. The woman continue to paw and lean against his semi prone form as he lifts a brow at the sight of Spock's choice. " Ah, yes. She is quite fetching, isn't she?"
One of the hostesses beside Sybok audibly pouts with a frown. Sybok hums in amusement at her and tucks a finger beneath her chin. " Darling my appraisal of another female does nothing to devalue your own. Such a tender nymph would hardly survive my attentions let alone enjoy them. You however…" he croons as he frees his lok from his trowsers with his other hand.
Spock watches as horrified foreboding flashes across the human female's face. A tiny smile pulls at the corner of his mouth as his own lok stirs from her fear. There's a fair measure of pleasure he feels in it. Good for her to know now what she's getting into for the next several nights if she doesn't bore his brother Spocks thinks as his brother takes the maid's hand and uses it to stroke himself stiff in front of everyone present.
Sybok has his...proclivities but Spock's not one to judge, he has quite a few of his own.
Sybok removes his grip from the hostess and signals her to begin feeding him figs. She does so with the grace and do diligence of any of the females here, neatly cutting the lewdly shaped fruit before depositing the pieces into his brother's gaping mouth. Sybok chases her fingers during the task making her giggle in relief.
It bores Spock. He rather enjoyed her being frightened earlier but Sybok loves all human expressions both joyous and grieved.
Sybok finally catches her finger and thumb between his teeth and sucks the juice from her pale fingers. The silver blonde human has no idea the honor and obscenity he performs on her, as she gasps with a thrilled coo. Spock huffs through his nose and takes another sip of his drink.
Sybok's hostess meets Spock's eye and smiles at him delicately. She is beautiful in Terran and Vulcan standards alike though she is even fairer than himself. Pale, blonde hair with even whiter skin and eyes so blue they seem gray. Her body is long and shapely and her hips have a pleasant curve to him. However comely, she is not the dark dancer of his affection. His brother's companion is needy and her eyes seeks out the approval of every person around her. Now her watery gaze looks to gain his.
Spock gives her a peek of what lurks behind his facade and the silvery blonde hurriedly looks away. She loses her smile and refocuses wholeheartedly on his brother. She may be a bore of a whore to him but she's smart enough to realize what Spock is and that she should not breed his interest.
Spock believe the little dancer to be quite intelligent but she has made him quite interested. Pity she should suffer for it. In her ignorance of him watching her so raptly, she continues to move with such allure that Spock can't help but imagine their time alone.
And when the opportunity arises that he can feast between her legs and make her scream as if he's eating her alive, plunge his fingers into her mouth as she's forced to felicitate them and feel his perverse pleasure of it buzz across her tongue, Spock will be sure to take his time, break her slowly and mold her to his whims.
Spock closes his eyes for a moment as he reviews his last thoughts. Ah yes there it is break her slowly. That's what it is, what draws him to her as both a male and a Vulcan. Watching her dance, the discipline and the self control she displays as she pirouettes and leaps into second position shows Spock what piqued his interesting.
It's not her beauty alone that calls him, though he has no qualms placing her as the most aesthetically pleasing human he has ever come across. She is slender but curvaceous with skin he finds both radiant and luminescent. Her hair, the tone of her frame, he could go on at length about her beauty but her spirit that outshine her external aesthetics.
It comes out as she bends and twists, taunting and teasing him, mocking his Vulcan superiority with a grace that shouts that she is wild, unbroken and no less than he. For the last 23 minutes he's watched her prance around like she's the only royalty to be had in the room. Vulcan might rule the galaxy and Terra and even her body but it does not rule her and it's that defiance that makes Spock want the little human.
There aren't that many wild things left. Creatures whose spirits cannot be tamed had been met with his father's unrepented wrath. There are those who hide like their lesser cousins the Romulans but even their opposition Spock finds stale, the most determined among them long dead. But this human, this female parades her undomesticated nature before them under the guise of her art.
Spock smiles softly into his cup as he eyes her face hungrily. His evening was not a complete waste after all. Tonight he'll be in for a real and very rare treat. He may not break the human but he will make her want him. It was all a matter of how.
Sybok is peeling away the sheer tulle top of his companion and slipping her breasts free and continues their earlier conversation. " Would you care for some private entertainment this evening brother? That human certainly has your attention."
" She is fascinating." he comments quietly, watching her movements change with the music. So very lithe. That will indeed be of use as she serves him. How far back can she bend her legs?
Sybok teases at his hostess's nipple and gazes up at her face. " Christine dear, what's that darling's name and speciality?"
Christine breath hitches in her mouth as she answers him. She is too eager to please him, Spock thinks idly. She'll be gone from his brother's presence by morning.
" That one's name is Nyota. She is not yet a full hostess, she's still under our madam's training. She has the quite the voice though and a pair of legs on her as well." she quips, trying to allude to her host sister's proficiency in dance. Spock agrees about the legs though not in that regard. He muses over the thought of hearing her voice. How would sound being pleasured by his mouth? Would it be different than when she came on his lok? No better way than to see for himself…
Sybok's eyes rove over Spock's choice and furrows his brows. " You mean that one is still unknown?"
Spock's ears twitch at the prospective of her being a virgin and tries to soothe his excitement by emptying his glass. Though cool in temperature the cocoa burns down his throat and settles into his chest with a warm buzz.
Christine titters into her hand and Spock is unsure if it's from his brother's question or his hands at her breasts. " No, no. One of the human royals took that honor. She was paid handsomely for it so I suppose she's fair at it. I've heard that they wish her attendance again."
" They? She knew more than one?" Spock inquires.
Sybok fastens his lips around her teat and she stops speaking immediately with a surprised squeal. Spock sighs and signals for a refill. That others may have picked over her like a buffet upsets him greatly. He does not want to dwell on it so it drinks to distract himself.
The same hostess that has been trying fretfully to win his attention returns to fill his goblet being so bold as to speak to him. " How you found anything else you want, Sire?"
He glowers at her over the rim of his glass and licks the chocolate liquor from his lips. " Get out of my sight."
She pales and scurries away much to Spock's amusement and he goes back to watching Nyota.
Sybok release Christine from his mouth and pulls her over his lap with a cluck of his tongue. " Dear baby brother that was uncalled for. You frightened the poor girl."
" Good." he said flatly, rolling the liquid around in his cup with the motion of his wrist.
" She only wanted to please you." Sybok rebutted, running a hand up his companion's leg, his fingers dragging and catching her skirt up along her waist. The blonde looks around nervously and Spock finally finds himself with suitable entertainment that isn't his dancer.
Spock watches as she tries to gently suggest leaving for more a private more setting. She holds Sybok's hands in her own and winks at him. How very foolish.
The crown prince smiles and strikes out a hand to take a hold of her face. Her pale gray eyes grow wide and glassy as he maneuvers her over his lok.
His brother's cock is nothing to be trifled with much like his own, human women were so small and fragile compared to their females. But that's one of the reasons they were ever so enticing.
" I'll tell you what baby brother. I'll pay your freight for a night with the star."
" You never have to pay, brother." Spock teases.
" Exactly." Sybok smirks, bringing the hostess down on his shaft with a shriek from her lips. Spock feels himself harden at the wet sound and sight of it. " And neither will you Spock. Do have fun."
" I intend to." Spock says coyly as he sips and watches the screaming hostess take all of his brother in. Sybok groans with a chuckle and eyes her mirthfully. " Oh darling, don't act like I'm your first Vulcan. Moan for me, enjoy it."
The hostess at his brother's side kicks her feet along the floor to push back away from him in terror. Sybok's hand locks around her ankle and pulls her bodily over with fiendish grin. " Ms. Rand, where are you off to? You. Are. Next…"
She's just rounding the corner of the stage when he catches her arm and pulls her back against him. Nyota starts to jerk away, curses him for his rough handling when she sees who he is. Or rather what he is.
He's not a some common drunk looking to have a personal inspection of her charms but one of the members of the Vulcan royal family. The prince!
It flusters her and she immediately looks abashed." Your Royal Highness!"
She tries to fall to her knees to respect his station but his grip remains firm on her arm. Her skin is soft, albeit cool and thin with the salty scent that humans forever exude. Spock can overlook the latter two for the former. In fact tonight he feels himself drawn to her alien biology. An urge to lick her wrist to taste the saline drops of sweat for himself steals over him but he dares not show his nature just yet. That he wants Nyota to discover for herself. He settles for keeping a hold on her bicep instead and finds the possessive grip of her arm to be agreeable enough.
His eyes smile at her and he inclines his head. " Please, there is no need for all of that, we will have plenty of time for you to grace me later." On said knees…
She blushes prettily under the heat of his gaze and he wonders idly if she heard his thoughts. It would not matter either way though it would spoil the surprise.
Nyota straightens herself as much as she's able with her arm still bound and takes on the graceful conduct of a Terran hostess. " How can this one be of service, your highness."
" Come to my chambers and dance for me." he implores her, caressing of his thumb against her bicep. His voice comes out deeper than he intends it and his eyes do not wavering in their inspection of her person but Spock is pleased by the effects they gain from the dancer.
She nods almost bashfully and he can tell his request and the manner in which he delivers it has flattered her. He can not help it, she excites him and he cannot wait to get her alone. The mere thought of it makes him dizzy and breathless.
" Yes, your highness. Very good, your highness. Allow me to inform my madam that-"
"- you will leave with me now." He orders firmly.
She seems at a lost now for what to do, wanting to not provoke the ire of either the prince or her mistress. He can feel her want to rest, to clean herself and sleep after a long, tiring night of performances but she obeys him as one does in the presence of a person of power.
" I would be honored, your highness."
" As you should be." he replies with the barest hint of a smile. " At least you will be." he threads his fingers through her hair and watches as she fights not to tremble. Be still and be quiet while you can, Nyota he muses, you'll be shaking and screaming soon...enough...
Nyota can feel his eyes on her as the walk through the hallway. The intensity of his attention arouses and scares her.
As she performed this evening Nyota didn't think his gaze was anymore special than the next person's but apparently something about her has caught his eye. When he grabbed her she almost reeled back to punch him in the face but then she had caught the hint of his ears from the corner of her eye. And felt his telepathy tingling underneath her skin.
Prince Spock's regard of her was that of curiosity, amusement and lust. The last had unnerved her until she recognized her body was equally inclined at the sight of him. While not the crown grand prince or even fully Vulcan but Spock is by far the most handsome one in both categories. And it was safe to say that since she had been in his company he was the most charming as well.
He walks slowly behind her as she guides him to his suite here at the summer garden palace, his steps so quiet she can barely hear them over the thudding of her heart. His shadow looms over her and molds to that of her own with every lantern they pass.
She talks to fill the silence but he only replies with one word answers that leave her little to go on. He is not annoyed by the disjointed conversation they have but it's clear that he is not here for that. Nyota concludes from his thoughtful gaze he is much more interested in observing her.
Every now and then she feels his fingers glancing down her back or across her neck and she has to steel herself not to shiver. The rest of her body has no such control or loyalty as her nipples tighten against the cups of her corset and her traitorous pussy wets her underwear until she can feel the hot moisture of it on her stockings.
They pass Vulcans in a similar situations as himself, all with human companions for the evening that they eagerly seek to sequester in their quarters. When they notice the prince with her as his escort they warmly greet him and congratulate him on his choice specimen. A few are even bold enough to offer having the humans mate for entertainment or express interest in sampling all the humans altogether in some debauched orgy.
Nyota stiffens at the proposals but each one ends the same with the prince drawing closer with a hand resting firmly on the back of her neck. " Thank you but I do not share."
Each time he states the sentiment Nyota feels his possessiveness wash over her thick, cloying fog from the tips of his fingers. It makes her want to roll against him and other things she dare not say aloud of because each time she even thinks them the sensation grows stronger until she wants to beg him for something, anything, to relieve the aching, hungry hollowness inside her. But how does one really ask a prince for anything?
Lord Kirk listened as much as he had to but he is human. This male before her, the handsome, pale example of masculinity who watches her from beneath the fan of his lashes is Vulcan and she is at a loss for how to approach him.
Her host mother has trained her in many things but not many in the heart. As they walk down the hallway and she feels his fingers glance down her spine, her stomach flips and knots and her head feels dizzy from her light, panting breathing. Unlike any before him, Spock makes her heart flutter and her tongue feel numb with novacaine.
When he leads her into his room it only grows worse. He speaks to her now with interest, running his fingers down her arms, commenting in that deep, moody voice of his that makes her feel giddy and wanton. She feels dear to him from all his attention, like she's the belle of a secret, impromptu ball. Yes, for four blissful hours Nyota is all he can see and Spock is enchanted by the view.
Later he retrieves his lyre and asks if he could grace her with a small recital. Did he even have to ask?! " Of course, your royal highness. Yes please."
He scoffs at her formality as he delicately turns the tuning keys along the neck of his instrument. " Please, Sire or Spock will do just as well. I don't care which imploy but no more talk of me as your highness. It is you I will to serve tonight, not myself."
She blushes and plays with the beading along her corset. " Sire, you flatter me."
" Not nearly enough, you are still calling me sire." he teases, warming up along the strings. One of his hands leaves his lyre and slowly draws a finger down across her cheek, sighing as he feels her pretty, little feelings. " You are most comely when you blush. The red glow makes you look vibrant."
" Spock…" she utters in shock. She's never witnessed a Vulcan so emotional before. His wistful expression is the human equivalent of shouting from the rooftops. He inhales sharply at the sound of his name and betrays himself with a small upward tilt of his lips.
" Ah, there I am on your lips. That becomes us both." he hums, strumming against the lyre. " I like both actually, my name and my station on your tongue."
She is at a lost of what to say. Spock watches her as he plays through the intro of a Vulcan rondo. A shadow passes over his faces and she feels faint at the sight his miniscule smile. " You are wonderful beautiful, Nyota."
Nyota feels her stomach flip and the He is so terrifyingly beautiful. " Spock…"
" On your knees."
She quickly bows onto the floor, her rear seated onto her heels and her toes tucked under her feet.
Nyota returns from relieving herself to find a new Spock before her. Gone was the easy going fellow who makes her heart flutter and makes her think of excuses to stay longer in his presence and in his place is a royal Vulcan who makes her heart tremble.
He is like his brother now, the one that frightens all the humans both known and virgin. Nyota wonders in horror if Spock is just as cruel. There has been talk that the half Vulcan is worse, that he likes to twist pain and pleasure together that they become one in the same to the maid being bedded. She threw caution of that tale to the wind after their first hour together. What a fool she was but how and who was she to say no?
There was also a rumor that the grand Prince would share paramours with him from an unnatural affection between the two of them. Once they were done, the hostesses were mere shells of themselves.
Christine had warned her about their psychopathy, told her that's what drove Kerry mad. The poor twit had serviced them both and became completely and utterly demented as a result. They had not been gentle with her body and even less so with her mind. Nyota fears the same treatment.
Nyota licks her lips nervously and raises her voice with a low gaze to the rug. " I am no longer a virgin, sire."
He turns towards her in a Vulcan hint of annoyance with a light scoff and a frown. " Do you think me ignorant of this?"
" No, sire, I am only telling you now as is my duty with any guest that shows such...an interest in me."
He glares at her as he considers her words and takes a hold of her head by the back of her skull with Nyota squealing in surprise. Nimbly he turns her head to reveal her temples and digs the fingers of his other hand into her face.
Nyota whimpers at the hot press of his hand and the frigid tendrils of his mind as it lances through her seeking her motives. He was uncertain of the reasons behind her statement but sees now it was as she said. Though what is this?
" I frighten you?"
She looks away until he roughly tilts her head back to look up him. " No need to be coy with me. We both know what you are."
Nyota flushes angrily at his insinuation, her eyes now glinting hard in the light but makes no move to rebuke him. Instead she quickly licks the corner of her lips and meets his eye. " You are Vulcan royalty. I am worried about the consequences of displeasing you."
He blinks at her as if the answer is obvious. " Then don't displease me."
Spock tilts his head as thinks more on it, petting her as he would a treasured pet. " Beside I believe you will come to enjoy your time this evening as much as I intend to. Do you want to please me?"
" I don't know, sire…" she whispered, straining slightly against his hold.
Spock feels a vague truth to it though she is taking surreptitious glances at his crotch before meeting his eyes again. Curious, little human wasn't she?
" Let us have a drink then. Perhaps some wine would help you with your decision."
Nyota nods as best she can in his hands and the prince releases her and heads towards the table with his ridiculous robe whipping behind him.
As Spock pulls two flutes from the golden tray on the tabletop he allows himself a chance to calm himself.
The feel of her mind beneath his fingers was so titillating he had salivated just from his light handling. He does not know if he can deny himself for much longer, despite wanting to see her perform the dance of fronds and feathers. He's much more inclined to see how she masters the dance of chains and whips while dancing upon his lok.
As he hands her the champagne filled glass he eyes her body hungrily, hoping that she would be amenable to taking all of him everywhere because he plans to do no less. He extends the glass with an enigmatic smile on his lips. Soon.
Nyota accepts the glass none the wiser to his deviant planning, nervously sipping at the drink as if it would harm her. He sighed irritably and tilts it up against her lips. " I told you to drink. Drink."
Her eyes snap open in surprise along with her mouth as she tries to take in all the sparkling wine but she chokes halfway through and gags on the bubbling fizz. It slides out between her lips and down her chin before dripping onto her scant clothing.
She coughs until there are tears in her eyes but he forces the rest of the contents down her throat. He brushes his fingers against her skin and is delighted to find her lightheaded from the him, the alcohol and coughing spell. She'll fight more like this he knows and he wants that from her tonight. It hurts him to wait.
Spock huffed as if annoyed, thumbing the wet bustline of her corset. " Not all that graceful and practiced as I would have thought you would be with wine. You have stained your clothing. Remove it."
She looks at him abashed, as if she has never been asked to do such a thing. Her response riles him, that she would hesitant and think of protesting. It thrills him as well because she has already begun to fight. " I said take off your clothing, human."
" Sire, for the dance you requested...I require my clothes…" she states earnestly. A modest whore. How quaint.
The look in her eyes is fierce even if her face lies to him with its mild expression.
He glares at her and she staggers backwards until he catches her by the waist and spins her around back against his chest. The soft femme struggles against the arm barring her waist with a squeal and has no idea how the noise goes straight to his loins.
She can dance for him later, he has to have her now. Spock pushes a hand through her fragrant hair and groans when he hears her whimper at his pull. Under his palm he can feel that conflicting mess of fear and timid arousal coursing through her. He bends his mouth to her ear and brings his hands to the seam of her ballet corset. Her heart is fluttering in her chest, even for a human as he pushes himself against her. " Do you feel that, little one?"
Nyota hiccups at the air and he can feel her shock at his lok pressing along her ass and back. She is unnerved, the size of what she feels is obscene and unnatural. Her brain screams at her that it will not fit anywhere within her. He hums to himself knowing that he will try. She resumes squirming against his hold until he shakes her to stop." Must I repeat myself all night?! Do you feel it!?"
" Yes, yes, I feel it, sire." she rushes to reply. He feels her hesitate for a moment before she speaks softly but boldly towards the ground. " Sire, I would dance for you now."
" Later." he says inspecting her attire. All easily replaced but he can see that the gems sewn in along the bones of the seams are done by hand. She should have taken it off sooner.
With a quick jerk of his arms he rent the corest nearly in half, humming as he sees her newly freed breasts bouncing into view. She shrieks at the motion and screams once more as he reaches down and rips the seam for the crotch of her stockings. " What I want to do you do not require clothing."
She writhing now in earnest though when Spock runs his fingers along her panties he finds the material irresistibly damp.
" Sire, please! I...I've never…"
Spock catches her jaw and mashes his mouth against hers in an artless kiss. She moans into it clawing at his forearm as his other hand busies itself with pushing her soft cotton of her panties down along the fold were her rear meets her thighs. He bites her lip and chuckles within himself at the sharp stinging of her nails into his skin.
Nyota was so enticing and yet she did not know. How much she made him want her, that he was the one suffering...so to speak.
" You have been teasing me all evening. Flitting around on those long legs, presenting your rear, extending your neck...did you not see this coming? You are so very beautiful that I do not know how you could think I would be able to resist you."
She sighs looking almost contrite, her lips red and puffy from his attentions and Spock feels his lok jerk within the confines of his slacks. " You will please me tonight. And if you do it well I will keep you…"
Nyota looks visibly frightened then. The thought of his aggressive adoration being fed to her daily appears like a laborious and taxing prospect but he can feel her interest in it as well. She would be a jewel in his eye, one of many coveted treasures but special because he wanted her. Would she be pleasing to him? Would she win the favor of a prince of Vulcan. He answers her musing aloud before he claims her lips again. " You very well may."
Freeing himself from his pants he pushed his rapidly hardening length between her legs and the fabric of her underwear, groaning as he feels her body betray her, growing wetter in preparation for his cock.
He starts to move his hips, sliding it along her soft, slick folds, watching her as she whimpers into his mouth and her nipples start to tighten before his eyes.
Spock breaks the kiss and grabs her face again, pitching it down as she can see the fat head of his cock stretch out her panties before retreating to bump against her entrance. She moans at the sight, wiggling against him as he pauses near her center. He prods against it, testing her receptiveness and feels her reflexively clench against him. How delicious.
" How did your first take you, little one? Standing as we are now? Up against a wall? Down along the floor?" he rasps. He is suddenly curious, wants to know even though it incites his jealousy to have not had her first be known by his hand. He wants her to remember every detail, every stroke and thrust, to ruin her for any other. By the time he's done she'll only think of him if another were to take her. Not that he plans on giving her up anytime soon. She's a fascinating little tart. He licks her neck as he waits for her reply.
She pants and turns away from his mouth trembling in fear of his teeth. He's half tempted to bite her just for her flinching. Spock opens his mouth wider and runs his teeth over her windpipe. As she swallows he feels her skin give under his canines and let her blood. He kisses it away with a hum when she finally starts to answer.
" Lord Kirk took me on the bed, sire. He wanted evidence of my virginty on the sheets. A token…" she murmured. She looks rueful as if she's reliving the scene. His fingers twitch at the prospect of being there with her as the Lordling tucks himself inside and makes Nyota curl in on herself.
Spock stops nibbling at her neck and looks at her curiously. " A human? Your first was a human?"
" Yes, Sire."
" You have not been handled by a Vulcan?"
" No, sire, never." she bites her lip. That was her never she was babbling about but Spock hadn't waited for her to squeal out the rest. A hot wave of uncertainty followed by that same heated inquisitiveness washes over him from his hands. She wants him, despite her fear, despite her ire at his rough fondling and debasement. She wants to know what it would be like.
Spock tries to tamp down his excitement as he moves his hands down to her waist. He would be a first of sorts, her first Vulcan. Her only Vulcan.
He pulls her up to sit on along the tip of his lok as his hand goes back to mussing and combing his fingers through her hair. Her breath comes out with little plaintive huffs as he sinks in a bit, stretching her with a stinging bite at his girth.
Nyota cries out, clawing at his arms as the rest of her body goes rigid. " Ah! It hurts, sire! Please!"
He groans against her neck with a small, deviant chuckle as he savors the moment. " It does, doesn't it…?" By Surak, she's tight.
He knots his fingers in her hair as he nips at her ear and uses his other hand to force her down his shaft. Nyota's back arches off of his chest with a silent scream as his cock burrows its way inside her like a white hot, bar of iron, scalding and searing along her walls. She sobs and jerks away, her body shaking as it's coerced to accommodate him but Spock remains unrelenting in his quest.
Spock swallows at the air, breathless and awed by how exquisite she feels. Then there's those lovely, trilling wails she's making as her body steadily engulfs him. He curses with a gasp unable to reign himself in as he retreats and reverses course, impaling her fully on his length. What once was silent scream becomes deafening keen as shakes against him. " Spock!"
His fingers dig into her scalp and skim the thoughts flitting through her. What he finds does not disappoint him.
Her body rages against his length. He's big, too big, feeling like its buried all the way to her navel. His alien grift and length drives her wild with its fevered touch but it feel so good, so full, so filling, so fucking good. He bends his head and kisses next to her mouth.
" Mmm, that's right. What else Nyota? What else do you feel, my dancer?" he groans against her cheek. He shifts his hand and digs deeper into her mind, fleshing out what she hopes to keep hidden. She shakes her head in protest but she is helpless to stop his mental pillaging.
It only takes a moment to find it, other thoughts cast above it as if she were trying to sweep it under a rug. Her pleasure.
It's small but brilliant as she takes him in. There's shame at her revelry that she should enjoy taking on a royal Vulcan male in such a capacity but it oddly thrills her. She basks in the way he can't control himself, that he keeps his hands gentile and mannered while he wants to feed her every inch of his massive cock and that she wants him buried inside her to the hilt. What does that make her then? What is she to be so hungry for his cock and so eager to come apart as he feeds it to her over and over and over again. What does it make her when she so excited to feel him come?
Breathing hoarsely against her ear, Spock's hand leave her hair and clamps against her hip. " It makes you mine."
She hiccups and tremors as her feet dangle inches from the floor and arches her back in anticipation. Her mind is so reticent while her body is so earnest that Spock nearly loses himself right then.
Dragging his teeth along her neck he hums drunkenly against her skin. " Tonight you will learn how to please me. You will learn how to be fucked by me. If you are good, I will give you a necklace at the end, one from the royal coffers themselves." he teases pushing her down until his balls brush against the lips of her sex.
She's on top of him, listing above the Prince, impaled on his cock as he bounces her in his lap. Nyota's not sure how her mouth is working, doesn't care how unbecoming her face looks as she screws it up with a whine. Her arms jerk away from him but his hands are fastened onto hers, pulling her down onto his shaft, feeding from her angst and the pain of his scalding lok stretching her beyond pleasure.
He holds her hands now because she fought him. Scratching his beautiful pale face and biting his hand as he sought to plunder her mind once more.
It had been too arousing for him he said to have her so resistant. She would have thought it was a lie meant to scare or flatter her if he hadn't come the instant her teeth broke through his skin. It had surprised them both with its suddenness and strength. Spock had hissed her name like a curse and she cried out as his bliss swept through her like a raging squall. She had seized his lok so tightly within her that he nearly passed out.
Spock had been too dazed to be embarrassed about how he left her quim hot and aching though Nyota senses the growing unease that he feels at the effects her presence has upon him.
He can hardly contain himself when he's inside her mind or cunt. To be in both he is nearly powerless to his lust and baser needs. The prince worries that it is not Nyota that is prisoner but he himself to her unending charms. She has jinxed him somehow with a human magic, dispelling the hex somewhere between her forlorn sighs and gasping cries.
Or maybe he thinks it was when she first came. She fought the building pressure as much as she attacked him. With no as a mantra to her lips, Nyota kept the reaction at bay but Spock hungered after it. He moved them to the wall and ground himself up inside her with his fingers seeking out the little bud that would trigger her release.
She cursed the prince then, her manners long forgotten as he fucked her the way she told him to do to himself. Alien filth, Vulcan slime, Unfeeling pervert, why did you have to be nice you monster, not even your mother could love you. On and on she went but she was dismayed by how he wallowed in the slander like a pig in mud. Even more disconcerting was his stuttering groans as she tried to physically harm him.
How or why would he feel elation at such cruelty? Did it truly inspire his ecstasy or was Spock so numb to the world that he only felt alive when he felt pain? How wretched is this Vulcan she thought. Wretched and undeniably skilled in the manner of bedding.
Maybe it was his telepathy, the eerie power that Vulcans had housed within them but she felt so wanton that Nyota almost hated herself more than she did him. Each stroke and every kiss only tortured her with a euphoria that she dare not believe to be natural. Spock should not be this delicious to her.
He was despicable, foul and demented. But how he moved his body was even worse. He made her want it...
Nyota had been close coming again but her will to resist his brutish attentions kept her at bay. Spock could rut against her all he wanted but he couldn't break her.
At the thought Spock had gasped with pleasure. " Dissident human…my feral, little lover...I want to repay you for the lovely mark on my hand. Do not shy away, sweetling...I want to feel you come on my lok..." he crooned into her ear. His fingers find her peak of her sex and she shattered.
Nyota shook so violent Spock had to hold her to himself to steady her. " Fuck!" she sobs into the air, cursing as well as praising him.
The purity of her emotions in the moment had given Spock pause as he felt his boorish length trapped within her. He nuzzled his face into her hair and bound her tightly in the cage of his arms. She shivers at the touch of his two fingers tracing down the front of her belly and his scratchy tongue washing against the shell of her ear.
His hot breath smells of chocolate and champagne as he grunts in denial of his own release. " Oh...my sweet, little princess...what a delight you are." he said humming against her neck as she came down from the heights he forced upon her. " I can tell once I finish this bout I must have you again…". And have her again he did.
They fucked thrice more before Spock decided to have her settle on top on their fourth coupling. Of course she protested but it was more of a mewling whimper. Now she merely treads the sensual tide he subjects her to, to keep her head from completely swimming in it. She despises him and wants to treat him in the same manner.
Nyota is like no other that he has bedded and as a Vulcan prince, Spock has had his fair share. He cups her face as she shivers and goes tipsy from the torrential rush of emotion. She is ashame to couple with such a monster, even moreso because the two of them together is the best sex she has ever had.
Nyota has never climaxed like this before. From the electric touch of a Vulcan's fingers on her sex but she finds it just fulfilling as coming for a toy. As the pulsing waves of bliss wanned within, her body squirmed earnestly for another. For better or worse Spock was amenable to oblige the desire. " Greedy, little human. I'll give you another, just have patience."
She looks down at his face and it makes her clench around him. He is flush and enraptured. In her suffering and mournful expression Nyota feels Spock's thoughts of her. The sight of his dancer is breathtaking. So beautiful, so alive when he fucks her. His voice fills her head as her voice fills his ears, drowning her mind with thoughts even more scandalous and frightening than his actions.
His delight infects her as he muses over her voice. It is quite melodic the prince surmises as she made to ride him, so docent in its tone. Will she still sound so sweet when he takes her on her hands and knees?
His fingers knit tighter with hers and she cries as his unbridled pleasure assaults her nerves. She could smell herself through his nose and how peculiar it is to to him. The touch of her body is incredibly soft to his fingers and her delicate biology thrills him to no end. It's the tight, mind numbing hold of her human sheath around him that makes him lose himself.
If he touches her just so he knows that she will flutter around him and threaten his very logic. He has never known a human to have a pussy as sweet as her voice and alluring as her mind. Spock bucks harder against her hips and snarls triumphantly as she quails at his aggressiveness.
/ Every way/ Spock croons at her inside her mind / I will take your cunt in every way I know and then ways I've only just imagined this evening./
Her head falls back with a bawling moan and her hair cascades around her like an huge, black mane of curls. She feels a million miles from her body, observing his dominance from a distance but he notices and draws her back in.
Gripping her hands tightly, he stares her in the eye and juts his hips higher, harder, deeper until she feels the tightness in her clit start to falter. She's going to come but she doesn't want to. Not again, not on his cock, not on him. He's already taken so many of them out of her, made her shiver helplessly around him that she cannot bare the thought of another climax around his abhorrent lok.
" No, No! Please! Please…!" she pleads to him in the tongue of his people. " Please, my lord. Please Spock…!"
His lids flutter close as he hears her voice and she can feel how the emotion in her words brings him higher. He knows what she means in her pleading, what Nyota is asking him but he twists her statement to suit his needs. The strength and clarity of her expressions feed him, hardens him, breaks him down until he's crying out too.
" Nyo-ta!" he snarls, pinching the small, dark pearl of her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Energy surges through her, seizing her limbs and holds her.
She arches violently and croaks. At one time far away Nyota is sucked even further inside herself, twisting, folding, deconstructing from the pleasure he pulses through her. Hers and his, human and Vulcan, the torrent of it drives her mad. She can't do anything but be present in the moment. Her lips refuse to move, her voice is stolen and her breath is arrested. She is dying but she's never felt so alive.
Spock watches from inside and without, in awe of what he's created like an artist testing the limit of his mastery. So moved he feels as if he loves her and in a Vulcan way he does. She has given him everything, performed every demand, seen to every need and she is absolutely extraordinary. He comes in a gush, filling her completely until the volume and the force of it streams out of her like a perverse fount.
The pearly ropes continues to sputter out, coating her thighs and his abdomen as they struggle to recover. When she regains control of her body she gasps and chokes at the air. Her throat and lungs burn from being constricted so tightly and rage with the will to live. She wobbles and falls to the side but his arms are around her in an instant.
Nyota takes the hold as a comfort and rests along his torso as he brings her to his chest. It's rumbling again but not from growling. Spock is immensely pleased.
She so tired, so spent that when she feels him harden once more and roll her over to her back she cries in earnest. In sharp juxtaposition to her sobbing, the prince is crushing her softly to him. He thinks she's wonderful, singular and stunning and he can not help but indulge himself by murmuring illogical, sweet nothings in her ear.
Desert rose, Bright young star, my only grace he calls her as he glides back and forth between the sticky mess of her legs. He kisses her all along her face and neck, croons that she is the sweetest, most wonderful fuck he's ever had and she shivers with a plaintive moan. In the touch of his lips she feels it in his mind, the truth that he had spoken. He's making love to her the best he can but he's never felt the emotion before, not like this. It had always been a love of things, of power and that of himself but he finds her absolutely precious.
" Starling, my fair little human, how can this one please you? With my fingers? With my lok? Or perhaps you want my mouth? I want your release more than my own." He whispers in her ear. He moves her into his arms, smothering her face in kisses while licking away her tears.
This gentle kindness feels even more unbearable to her than the rough, manhandling he gave her earlier as she struggles to breath within his embrace. Spock is holding her too tightly and his body is so hot he feels fervid. " Nyota, I can not get enough of you. Logic help me, you are so terribly radiant."
The sudden intimacy seems just as alien as the prince inside her, how did it come to be? Maybe he had become delirious from the wine and the sex? How could someone so high and logical ( relatively speaking) become smitten with a human hostess?
" I am smitten…" he says into the curls of her hair. " I am stricken with you...you human witch."
" I'm no witch, you bastard." she huffs pushing against his shoulders. " You can't love anything, you can't-"
He captures her mouth and from the press of his lips Nyota feels his misery. Spock thought she'd be like any other, just a bit more tantalizing as she screamed underneath him but touching her affected the prince in a way that frightens him.
He doesn't understand the need he feels to please her, the urge to make her happy. That she's not equally compromised enrages him but he dare not lift a hand against her. So he makes her come instead, again and again and when that became unsatisfying he attempts to woo her to himself.
That Spock has never sincerely tried to do with anyone until now does not move her like he thought it would so now he lies sullenly in a bed of his own making. How was it that the mighty Vulcan became ensnared by the weaker human? Why did he want crave the attention of her affection instead of the fear that made him feel so powerful? He sought to break her but broke himself when he encountered...he is uncertain of what or which it is. Is it an emotion or is it her? Are they one in the same or was one inspired by the other?
Whatever the cause he is sick with her. This is no madness like pon farr. He nearly crippled T'Pring during his time and there is a clarity of thought here that he did not have then. So if it is not his time or an obsession as he originally thought than what can it be other than engulfment? A unrequited sort of Vulcan love? He crushes her to him and groans against her shoulder. " Nyota, what have you done? You foul, beautiful bitch. You have ruined me."
The following feeble whine after his declaration has Nyota feeling a perverse glee of her own.
You've ruined me too she thinks as her body moves of its own accord in sync with his. Their bodies make love as their minds war within the confines of their flesh, barbing each other however they can.
Even as her mind gloated at his captivated moaning of her name Nyota worried that he had infected her with that dissociative madness that he feed through the pain of others. Try as they might in the midst of their coercive coupling neither one could break free of the emotions that bind them. Spock rises above her, cupping Nyota's face between his splayed fingers and babbles saccharine filth in Vulcan to her.
Nyota closes her fingers and tries to ignore him but he's between her legs, filling her mind with his dreadful thoughts, her nose with his woody scent and her mouth with the taste of his sweet mouth. She groaned at against his tongue as he continues to hold her face and glide soft and sweetly between her legs.
When his release comes upon him Nyota opens her eyes to see Spock's bright with unshed tears. He growls at her and hides his sharp, angular face in her hair with the tip of his ear brushing against her cheek.
She is still half garbed in her ballet costume like a candy eaten from a haphazardly opened wrapper. Her thighs and stomach are sticky with the rapidly cooling spunk he has left behind. She feels it matting in hair trailing down along his abdomen when he shifts against her.
Nyota pants quietly beneath him, staring up at the ceiling as his climax and emotions roll through her, barely conscious to the world.
She has never known exhaustion like this. Her skin feels overly sensitive while her muscles hang limp and loose like string. Her pussy aches now from being overly full and the hot liquid soothes as much as it burns her core. She's a complete and utter mess but Spock feels the same. His arms grow tight again and Nyota feels his confusion worrying where he touches her.
" What have you done?" he whispers in his hissy native tongue. " What have you done to make me care about you…"