At approximately 22:00 hours the Virosas had responded with their own version of a welcome packet. Particularly useful was a linguistic breakdown of their written word so that the crew on the Enterprise might calibrate their translators. Uhura was thrilled. They also described themselves as a peaceful species, also humanoid, which enjoyed friendly contact with outsiders. They were indeed matriarchal, and had a small ruling class, roughly translated to "The Winged Daughters", who were genetic anomalies within their race.
The welcome packet was sent on behalf of the Princess Lena, "princess" again being a rough translation, who was curious about a species from so far away. She ruled in conjunction with a small band of winged daughters on a nearby moon, Ya-Mo, which held their largest military colony. They asked to have a small ambassadorial party board the Enterprise, in three days' time and determine, on behalf of the Princess, if further interaction was desired, and if they felt the members of the Enterprise could be trusted.
Six hours before the meeting took place, Kirk called Uhura into his briefing room. He could tell that Spock hadn't asked her yet.
"Are you ready Uhura?" he asked.
"Yes Captain." she said. "Their language is fascinating. There appear to be three versions of the spoken dialect. The language of the males, of the females, and what I have begun to suspect, of the Winged Daughters."
"What's the difference?" Kirk asked.
"Adjectives" she answered. "I have a strong feeling the females and especially the Winged Daughters rely heavily on non-verbal cues, or telepathy - I'm not sure which. Males don't seem to have this ability - they over describe everything. More than we ever would at least."
"Can you talk to them?"
"I think so. I am trying to combine the male dialect with the lower female dialect. I don't think it would do to have a female speak to them as a male, but clearly I'm not telepathic so . . "
"Could Spock do it?"
"I think that's a bad idea." Uhura said. "Males are given a lower place in society. They seemed taken aback enough that the Captain and First Officer were male. Throw a telepathic male into the mix and they might be put off entirely."
"Annnd you want to talk to them yourself" Kirk smirked.
"I do." She admitted. "It's not common to come across a completely matriarchal society. Most tend to be male dominated or have equality between the sexes. Besides the Betazoids, they are the only other one I can think of. It's interesting."
"I don't need convincing, Uhura, the job is all yours. Although, maybe get some sleep? You look like you've been translating since they responded."
"Noted, Captain."
Uhrura didn't sleep. This was what she lived for. As she scurried to the transporter room, her heart pounding in anticipation, she couldn't help but grin through her exhaustion. She was going to be the first human ever to make contact with this new species. She wrote to them herself, and had decoded their language for the Enterprise's translators. This meeting was her creation, and if Kirk didn't note it in his Captain's log, she could rest assured Spock would - he was always so proud of her.
"Mr. Scott," Kirk said. "Beam them up!"
"Aye, Capt'n"
Five figures appeared, two female and three male. They indeed looked quite human - like. One of the women stepped gracefully off the transporter pad. She had large grey eyes, and dark salt and pepper hair braided down to her waist over shoulder. The woman looked directly at Uhura expectantly.
"Welcome", Uhura said. "I am Lt. Uhura of the Starship Enterprise; we come with peaceful intent, and curiosity."
The woman smiled brightly, and bowed her head "Your mastery of our spoken word is most impressive. I look forward to interacting with your people." As she spoke Uhura felt a strong sense of comfort, and welcoming. She knew, somehow, that this woman spoke with sincerity. It wasn't telepathy though. It was almost like a scent. She felt like she had just gotten a strong whiff of freshly baked cookies. Uhura turned to look at Spock and the Captain. Kirk was grinning like an idiot, while Spock was frowning slightly - he had noticed it too. Pheromones! The ambassador was releasing them into the air to put them at ease.
"Oh", Uhura exclaimed. "You just did that."
The ambassador's smile grew even wider.
"That's why your languages are different; you use pheromones to convey implications. And I'm guessing your males can't do it, which is why they are more verbally expressive. That's . . . amazing!"
"You are correct in your assessment, Lt. Uhura. I am Laveen, chosen ambassador of the Princess Suria."
Kirk, Uhura and Spock proceeded to give them a brief tour of the ship. Ambassador Laveen spoke the most, with occasional quips from the younger female. The males were silent, but seemed to regard everything with fanciful curiosity. The Virosas had never encountered a ship the size of the Enterprise before, and were astonished by the 278 person crew. Though they were warp capable, they primarily stayed within their own solar system; as such, most of their ships were small; not meant for a journey longer than an hour or so.
Virosa political culture was fascinating. Approximate every one in 10 females were born as a Winged Daughter, who looked very much like normal females, but possessed a 15-20 foot wingspan and could fly. The Winged Daughters were the consummate warriors, significantly stronger that than males or non-winged females, and were regarded as sacred. Winged Daughters were trained in combat, culture, politics, and sciences from birth, and were expected to one day take their place as a member of the ruling law body on their home planet. To gain governing experience, younger Winged Daughters were often dispatched to rule colonies quasi-independently until they became betrothed, mated, and gave birth to their first child. Then they returned to their home planet, took joined the ruling law body, and never left again.
The Winged Daughters were the reason for the matriarchal nature of their society. Any female might give birth to a Winged Daughter, though it was significantly more likely for a Winged Daughter to be born from a Winged Daughter, but because Virosa males could never be born with wings, they were considered inferior for much of the culture's development. In the past centuries males had lobbied for more rights, and had been largely successful, but, as no male could ever enter into the political arena, they were still at a significant disadvantage.
The colony of Ya-Mo was ruled by Princess Lena, then Princess Suria and finally Daughter Kale. Though the collective of Winged Daughters ruled through voting and discussion, there was a hierarchy within the Daughters themselves. Princess Lena wasn't just a Winged Daughter. She was the daughter of Bial, their "Queen". Their family had an impressively long line of purely Winged Daughters; in fact, no non-winged female had been born to them for almost 500 years. This unbroken line elevated Queen Bial and her daughter to the highest rank and power, and this came with the expectation that Lena would one day succeed her mother as Queen. Princess Suria came from a long line of Daughters as well, nearly 200 years, which was why she was afforded her title. She, however, would remain Princess for the span of her life. Daughter Kale was of a median rank, her grandmother had been non-winged, but Kale had shown an aptitude for leadership.
The three Winged Daughters ruled the colony together, though Princess Lena had the final say on most things. The Ambassador hinted, for example, the Daughter Kale was not particularly interested in responding to the message they received, but Princess Lena had been intrigued. In fact, she had initially intended to just invite them to land on Ya-Mo! Princess Suria had actually suggested the ambassadorial party as a means of compromise.
The Virosas confirmed had been visited by the Hamids, as Kirk had suspected, and had formed and friendly alliance with them. Princess Lena had an odd obsession with outsiders, and, with the help of Princess Suria, had formed more alliances than any other Daughter had in their history. Many of the older Winged Daughters worried about what she would do as Queen, but the younger generation had lauded her efforts to de-isolate the race.
A small bracelet Laveen wore began to glow. Much to Kirk's surprise, when she tapped it and a small holographic screen appeared directly in front of her face, though he could not see or hear what was projected before her. She spoke to the screen in a language Kirk did not understand, through Uhura started to smile.
Laveen turned to him "Captain Kirk", she said, "it is my great pleasure to invite you and your crew of 278 to land on on Ya-Mo, and be received by the Winged Daughters themselves!"
"They are most fascinated by your ship, the Federation, and your mission! They would like you to spend 17 days on our surface, hold a welcome celebration for you . . . this is a tremendous honor!"
"Sounds great!" Kirk replied.
"Captain", Spock began, "are you - "
"Oh calm down Spock, this is perfect."
"Excellent!" Laveen beamed. "If it is amenable to you, I will leave Brok", she indicated to one of the quiet males, "here to explain our customs, and prepare you for your visit in 2 days."
"We are looking forward to it, Captain"
With that, Laveen and her party left, save for Brok, who looked to Kirk and said, "Many, and great thanks for your generous hospitality, Sir. I very much hope you will find my advice to be both useful and agreeable. I am so very pleased to be a part of your beginning, and hopefully, extended interactions with my people."
Kirk looked to Uhura, "Wow, you're right - they are wordy."
When Brok left for the guest quarter's Kirk had assigned him, Kirk said to Uhura, "Amazing work today, Uhura! Seriously, how the heck did you get our translators to work so well so quickly? And learn their language in 3 days? They LOVED us! I don't know what you put in that welcome message, but this was all you!" Kirk smirked, "Apparently your boyfriend didn't vet it after all."
Uhura scowled.
Uhura and Spock met with Brok and the Captain the next day. Apparently the Winged Daughters had some unusual expectations for the visit.
"They want a what?" Kirk asked.
"I'm sorry Captain, a "gift of the flesh". Brok explained. " The Winged Daughters who rule our colony are unmated, and therefore take on numerous lovers across races. To be invited to visit them is the greatest honor, and they ask that you present them with one suitable male to engage in activities of pleasure with their leader, in this case Princess Lena most likely, unless she is feeling generous, for twelve days. I can assure you the male is treated quite well, and is returned to his crew at the end of the week, unharmed. Despite their great physical strength, the Daughters pride themselves on being exceptional lovers." Brok grinned "This will be the best week of his life."
"I'll bet" Kirk said.
"Captain" Spock began, "as your First Officer, I must advise you that this is highly unethical according to Starfleet bylaws. You cannot order anyone to engage in sexual activity against their will. I advise - "
"Relax, Spock, I know I can't order anyone to do this. That's why I was going submit myself."
Uhura rolled her eyes.
Kirk turned to her, "It's the only LOGICAL solution".
"But not an acceptable one", Brok interrupted. "As the leader of your people you must personally make the gift - you cannot give yourself, and it would be dishonorable for a lower rank to make the presentation. Additionally, the selected male is kept in the Daughters' Palace for the duration of the week. You would not be available to participate in the diplomatic meetings . . . Finally . . . the selection has already been made."
"How?" Kirk asked.
"Extensive scanning on the ship, Sir. We have reviewed the files of all males on board"
"What? Are you serious?" Kirk exclaimed.
"Sincere apologies, Sir. We have . . . experienced difficulties with species before. We do understand that some might consider this an invasion of privacy, but the safety of the Winged Daughters is paramount."
"OK - well, then who did you pick?"
"Commander Spock."
Kirk, and Uhura were aghast, and Spock looked surprised, himself.
"Spock", Kirk said, "you picked Spock?
"Commander Spock is the highest ranking male, other than you, on this ship. He also possesses the greatest physical strength and is therefore the greatest warrior. Additionally, he has shown himself to be highly intelligent, loyal, and of outstanding moral integrity. These are qualities we value greatly in our culture. Lastly, we are quite intrigued by his status of half human and half Vulcan. While it is not entirely uncommon to come across a mixed species being, a hybrid of two species have never encountered will make him appealingly exotic to the Princess."
"And what if I do not consent?" Spock said, glaring at the Virosa male.
"Why would not you give consent?" Brok seemed genuinely confused. "It is a great honor to be selected - the greatest actually aside from being selected as their permanent mate. They are the most wondrously amazing, brilliant females in the universe. They shine as bright as stars! They are simply magnificent!"
"Your culture worships them," Spock interjected, "mine does not. It is therefore plausible you might be experiencing bias and I would not concur with your assessment."
Brok was aghast. "But, I do not understand - no one has ever refused before".
"Perhaps none of the males you selected were already mated."
"But you are not, Commander Spock, we saw nothing of a mate in your files."
Spock looked nonplused.
Brok continued on, "And even if you were, most mates tend to be understanding - "
Kirk cut him off, "Brok - that's enough. I'll discuss this with the Commander myself."
"As you wish, Sir", and he left the room.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Uhura bristled.
"Oh HELL NO! Who do these Winged Daughter's think they are? This is ridiculous, just - NO."
"I must agree with Lt. Uhura, Captain", Spock began "I do not find their requests to be appropriate."
Kirk rolled his eyes. Out of everyone on his ship, they had to pick Spock. Kirk was almost entirely sure that he could find several willing participants. He was even pretty sure he could convince Spock to do it if Uhura was on board. But, as she was visibly freaking out in front of him, he knew without question that that was out.
"Don't worry Uhura, as Spock said, I can't order him to be some Princess' sex slave for a week. And I wouldn't, of course!" he added quickly. "I'll ask around the crew. We'll just see if we can swap him out for someone else."
"You're dismissed."
Spock and Uhura walked out of Kirk's briefing room both visibly shaken. Vulcans were highly monogamous, and the thought of being with another woman was repulsive to him. But he remembered the intense effect Laveen's pheromones had had on him, and he suspected Uhura was correct in her theory that Winged Daughter's had that capability as well, only even more pronounced. He didn't want to say it aloud, but he believed that even though his mind and heart would remain faithful to Nyota, his body would obey with will of the Princess.
His girlfriend was uncharacteristically quiet. She had been so excited to make contact with the Virosas, but she now looked quite angry. Without saying a word she walked slightly ahead of him, directly to him quarters. He followed, suspecting that's what she wanted. Without pretense, or looking to see who was watching she lifted her hand and keyed into his quarters and entered. When the door locked behind him he abruptly found her lips on his own.
"Nyota, we have . . . duties . . . we are supposed to report to - "
"Shut up, Spock", she said.
She kissed him with hunger and an aggressive edge he was unaccustomed to. As a Vulcan male in a relationship with a human female, he was the sexually dominant party. Not today.
She bit his lip hard, and whispered angrily in his ear in Vulcan "You are MINE". She grabbed his belt and pulled him towards the bed. In seconds she had unzipped his uniform trousers and was pulling his shirt and t-shirt over his head.
She paused briefly to remove her shoes and then pushed him on the bed, and climbed on top, pinning his hands above his head. Spock's mind was struggling to catch up. He knew she was trying to engage him, but they were supposed to be on the bridge, he had also seen a crew member watch them enter his quarters, because Nyota had been quite obvious. He had never seen her like this - it was similar to a Vulcan female experiencing pon farr. He didn't mind but he had no idea what was happening.
He finally started kissing her back, and she responded by curling her fingers in his hair and biting his neck hard - that would certainly leave a mark - something they had expressly agreed not to do.
"You are mine" she repeated. "Not some fucking Princess's, how dare that little cunt. . . ."
"Nyota!" Spoke had never her heard her using such foul language. She started grinding on his growing erection, still holding his hands down with considerable strength.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, you're not gonna be able to walk - you're not even going to be able to look at her."
"Nyota, I am NOT-"
She hissed at him to be quiet. She released his wrists and he moved his hands up her uniform skirt and settled on hips as she continued to grind on him. He closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the sensation when he felt her tug his belt from its loops, and grab his wrists again. She leaned forward and bit him neck again, almost drawing blood. That was it, he was going to fuck her right now. It was only then he noticed he couldn't move his hands. He craned his neck and saw that she had tied his hands to his headboard with his belt! How did she do that so quickly, and how the HELL hadn't he noticed?!
Eyes wide he looked at her. Nyota grinned mischievously back. "Now I have you where I want you" she whispered in Vulcan.
She slide off him slowly and pulled off her uniform, her back facing him so he could get a full view of her ass, perfect, round and muscular. She was wearing a black thong. Spock was going crazy, he desperately tried to get at her, but on his back, with his hands tied above his head, he was stuck. Where had she learned to tie knots like this? She sauntered over to the foot of the bed and lovingly pulled off his shoes, then, not so lovingly ripped on his trousers and boxers in one motion so that he lay completely naked before her, tied to the bed.
Slowly, she crawled on top of him, placing kisses on his forehead. "Mine" she purred, and trailed her tongue down his chest. When she got to his navel, she could hear his heart hammering, She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"Nyota, I am losing control, I - I don't want to hurt you", his voice strained, and cracked.
In response she nipped the inside of his thigh, causing him to cry out in painful pleasure.
She licked slowly up his ball sack, causing him to hiss and claw desperately at his restraints. This was torturous.
Finally - finally, she took him in her mouth, wrapping her lush lips around his throbbing member.
Vulcans did not typically engage in oral sex. It was not necessary for procreation, and Vulcans experiencing pon farr did not have the patience for it. Additionally, it was not compatible with mind melds. Spock performed it on Nyota because she demanded it of a sexual partner. She had been rather insistent upon when they first became intimate with each other exclusively. But he had also learned to love doing it to her; her response to his tongue, her taste and scent; it was incredibly arousing. She often expressed the desire to reciprocate, and they had tried with limited success. It felt incredible, but it also pushed his savage instincts to the surface, and he invariably ended up pushing her off and taking her. But he could not take her now - tied to his own headboard.
Hi body buckled underneath her as he fought two conflicting instincts - the human side of him was enjoying itself immensely, while the Vulcan was screaming to grab her and bury himself deep in her body. But he couldn't - he was trapped. He didn't even recognize the string of cries and curses he was shouting out when, finally, he had reached the brink, he was going to come.
Abruptly she pulled away.
Spock thought he was actually going to have a heart attack. She smiled at him like a crazed demon.
"Did you like that?", she purred.
"FUCK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he screamed at her in Vulcan.
He was panting heavily, and practically cross eyed, as he watched her move over him and pull a knife from the dresser. She licked a dull edge, like she had just licked his penis. He pulled hard on his restraints, but to no avail. He could feel them digging into his skin, cutting off circulation. She leaned over him, her beautiful breasts sitting neatly in their bra over his face. He felt a sharp pain on his wrist. She had cut him.
"I'm sorry!" she whispered and kissed the green blood off of his wrist. He closed his eyes, she was cutting him free. Spock tried to calm himself, but he had past the point of no return. He almost wanted to tell her not to endanger herself, but he was no longer thinking straight.
He was shaking when he sat up and looked at her darkly. She pulled back so he could get a full view of her scantily clad body. "Come here, baby" she said with a little smile.
Something in Spock snapped.
He launched himself at her, knocking her off the bed, the two of them landing in a heap on the floor, taking the blanket with them. She was on top, and he angrily ripped off her bra with his teeth, the hooks scratching her across her back as the elastic snapped. He buried his face in her naked breasts while his hands ripped her thong in two. He plunged two fingers inside her, and delighted in her scream.
Spock, in an effort to untangle himself from the blanket, stood up, scooping his hands underneath her ass, and bringing her with him. In one fluid motion he kicked the blanket aside and slammed her against the wall sitting on top of his desk, scattering his neatly stacked papers and desktop knickknacks everywhere. His pushed his raging erection inside of her without further pretense, and bit her lip as he moved his hand to her face to meld to her.
They were going crazy. He could feel her desire to own him, dominate him, make him hers. He could feel her rage at the Virosas for trying to take him away. She wasn't going to let that happen, she would kill them first. Not for the first time Spock wondered if melding with him for so many years had given her subtle Vulcan instincts.
Feeling how close he had been, Nyota let his almost orgasm fuel her own. She cried out as she finished, but this this was far from over.
Aggressively she pushed him away - surprising him with her strength. Though she was no Vulcan, she had been actively working on her upper body to better keep up with him. Apparently she had developed an effective training routine.
Still connected through the bond, they began to circle each other. She leaped into his arms and he quickly penetrated her standing up, but the force of her jump knocked him into the couch, toppling it, as well as a vase that had been on the side table. He flipped her around, pulled her to her knees and started pounding into her from behind, reaching around to caress her clitoris, causing her to scream his name.
He bit down on her shoulder, and flipped her back to face him as they rolled together a few times ending with her on top; he felt something sandy under his back. She rode him - grinding against his pelvic bone, and he put his hand back on her face to renew their bond.
She was nearing another climax, as was he; they could feel the sensations well up inside each other and then . . .
It took Spock approximately 4 minutes and 17 seconds to catch his breath.
Kirk saw Spock and Uhura slip onto the bridge out of the corner of his eye. He had called Spock 40 minutes ago with no answer. He couldn't believe they were doing this again, and right after Kirk had told Spock to knock it off. They didn't even bother with an excuse!
He got out of his chair and looked rounded on his first officer, "Where the hell were you? And where is your belt?"
Spock looked . . . disheveled. Spock never looked disheveled. Kirk felt like he was having an out of body experience. His hair was twisted and sweaty, his belt was gone, his wrist was bleeding, his lips were swollen, and he had a half hidden bite mark on his neck. He looked at Kirk and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. In all fairness, now that he had gotten a look at him, Kirk didn't know what to say either. The whole bridge was staring at them.
"He was with me Captain." Uhura volunteered.
Oh my God, Kirk thought she looks even worse.
Uhura's perfect ponytail was frizzy with loose strands hanging down. Her lips were swollen as well and she had a bruise forming on her arm. While she had no visible bite marks, thankfully, it took Kirk 3 seconds to realize there was a 96% certainly she wasn't wearing a bra. For a second he wondered if she wasn't wearing any underwear either.
"With you?"
"Yes, Captain" she said with no trace of embarrassment. "I was with the Commander in his quarters where I expressed to him my displeasure over the request the Virosas have made of us. I find it to be unethical. And he agrees with me", she finished sweetly.
"Sorry it took longer than expected."
Kirk was speechless. Starfleet hadn't prepared him for this. His whole bridge was in shock. Spock and Uhura looked like they had beaten the crap out of each other, and she had basically announced to everyone that they had failed to report to the bridge because they had been busy having the kind of sex that leaves you looking like you've been mugged. And she said so flippantly too, like she didn't give a flying fuck that they knew! But Kirk wasn't going to back down.
"You were called to the bridge over 40 minutes ago, Lieutenant! That is not an excuse."
"I didn't say it was", she snapped. "In any case, I think we should decline and Spock agrees with me."
"That's not your call," Kirk said darkly.
She moved closer to him, so that she was three inches from his face, "It is my call, Sir" she said with a sneer.
"Lt. Uhura!" Spock exclaimed "Captain, I accept full responsibility for - "
"Quiet, Spock", the Kirk interrupted, "you're out of line Lieutenant".
"Ensign Layfayette to the bridge!" the com rang out.
"Now what?" Kirk asked, "I mean, this is Captain Kirk."
"Captain, is Commander Spock there with you? I believe we have had a security breech!"
"A security breech?" Kirk asked, "where?"
"Commander Spock's personal quarters, Sir. That's why I asked you about his whereabouts . . . I think I see Vulcan blood!"
Kirk's eyes widened. He shot a glance at Spock, then Spock's wrist, which was still oozing green blood.
The unsuspecting ensign continued, "The whole place is trashed, Sir. Papers everywhere, a broken vase, the couch is on its side, there's a ripped belt on the floor, and OH MY GOD, there's a huge knife on the bed!"
Spock and Uhura looked at each other in mutual horror.
"There seems to be some shredded women's underwear in here too, and black bra -"
That effectively answered Kirk's question about Uhura's undergarments.
"Ensign Layfayette, what are you doing in my quarters?" Spock said quickly into the intercom.
"Sir, thank God you are OK-I, I, was watering your bonsai tree, like I do every 5th day, Sir."
Spock looked at Uhura, who was doing a remarkable job of staying composed. Spock on the other hand . . .
"The tree is fine, ensign, get out of my quarters, that is an order."
"Sir", the ensign cried, "it looks like it was crushed, the tree is DEAD!"
"OUT, ENSIGN!" Spock roared into the intercom.
The entire bridge was deathly silent. No one even wanted to breathe. Then suddenly a loud snort broke the silence.
Lt. Sulu started to laugh out loud, "The tree is DEAD!" he repeated.
Kirk started to laugh as well, as did several other bridge officers. Working with Spock and Uhura every day, they were fully aware of their personal relationship, and the fact the Spock genuinely believed they didn't know.
Lt. Sulu had actual tears streaming down his face. It was too hilarious.
"Lt. Sulu, you are dismissed", Spock said.
"Come on, Spock, who's going to fly the ship?" Kirk asked, still trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard.
"I am perfectly capable, Sir", Spock began . . .
"Stay where you are Mr. Sulu", Kirk said. He looked at Spock, "Go clean up, you're bleeding everywhere and and . . . .I am not sure I can look you in the eye right now. . . I'm sorry!"
"You too Uhura" Kirk said. She had her face in her hand, but when she looked up he saw that she had actually been laughing too. She shrugged at him. I'm sorry she mouthed. Kirk quickly typed a private message for her into his com - maybe go put some underwear on?
Go fuck a farm animal she typed back quickly. She shook her head, walked over to Spock, who was still frozen in abject horror, grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the turbo lift.
Kirk thought to himself that it was great that at least one of them had a sense of humor.