Author Note

Thank Joe Lawyer for not only beta reading this chapter, he also offered some pointers that helped this chapter make more sense.

More thanks to Maben00 for funding this story.

Don't forget I have new pledges up, and if you would like me to write a new story or carry on with an older one then message me so we can discuss a Pledge.

Go to p-a-t-r-e-o-n dot com / gothicjedi666 for more details.

(remove the -)

Last of all this chapter is centered around Augment Gothic and T'Maz the sexy Vulcan. She seemed well liked judging by reviews and I plan for her to work with Augment Gothic on future Section 31 missions so I decided to centre a chapter around her.

Augment Gothic

Part 14

Apartment. San Francisco.

T'Maz, the Vulcan female who I had been partnered with during a Section 31 mission, was not one of the people who I had expected to spend time with while staying on Earth. I had figured that perhaps my ex-girlfriend would drop round, hopefully in a delightful and vigorous attempt to get me to stay, or that I might even run into a crew member from the Enterprise who had returned to this planet for some reason.

Instead, T'Maz had knocked on my front door and had told me that Sloan, who was our superior, had ordered her to take some time off after spending so much time working on the Collector issue. However, since Section 31 was still preparing for a possible invasion by that species, this meant T'Maz didn't really have time to return to her home planet for vacation, and since she didn't have any human friends on Earth, she'd known what to do.

Earth was a friendly place, it heartily welcomed alien visitors, and this was especially true in San Francisco since Starfleet Academy was located here. T'Maz hadn't felt uncomfortable simply wandering the city, she just didn't understand humans all that well, the vast majority of the city's population, or had friends here. This was why she'd made a booty call at my apartment while I'd been away.

Since then she'd gone back to work, only to be told to leave and relax. The real problem with that was that Vulcans didn't really take holidays, when they needed to rest, they rested, and didn't understand the idea of simply doing nothing when they weren't tired and there was still work to do.

Lucky for her I was an expert at relaxing and having fun, at least when compared to a Vulcan, and I had decided to ease her into taking a vacation by starting with something I knew she enjoyed from our long journey on our last mission, which was playing three dimensional chess.

I, too, needed some time off, as upon returning to Earth I'd been debriefed by Starfleet Intelligence about the mission I'd aided in. They very much wanted to know why I'd been there, with a Bajoran, playing a part in facilitating a large scale arms deal for the Bajoran rebels. And while I'd not done anything truly illegal, as far as they could tell, as I'd not brought weapons or transported them, and no money had yet changed changes, they were understandably concerned about a Federation citizen getting involved with the Bajoran rebellion, especially with the treaty between the Federation and the Cardassian Union still in the works. I wouldn't be surprised if Section 31 had worked their magic behind the scenes and ended the inquiry into this aspect of the mission.

That concern had paled in comparison when the subject had changed to The Court, the shadowy, seemingly all powerful aliens that had put humanity as a whole on trial. The whole thing was now classified to the highest degree under the reasoning that the human race simply didn't need to know just how close it had come to being wiped out on a whim.

While it might have been amusing for me to see how humanity reacted to the fact that an Augment, of all things, had saved the entire species across the galaxy, I actually agreed to keep it quiet, even though they couldn't really compel me to do so as I wasn't exactly part of Starfleet. I had good reasons for this; for starters I didn't want Starfleet Intelligence thinking I was a trouble maker and thus try to make my life difficult. Also, if I cooperated with them, they might call upon my paid services in the future. As it stood I think it was pretty clear to all involved that they now owed me a favor of sorts for my compliance, helped along by the fact that I had blatantly told them so, and that was valuable so I'd keep that in my back pocket. My other reason was that I really didn't want the fame/notoriety that would result from people learning of my successful defense of humanity. While it could certainly be useful, in some respects, people would pay me a lot of attention if they discovered I'd saved the whole species across the galaxy. Any clandestine missions would be right out the window for the rest of my life after that. Interestingly enough Section 31 hadn't really weighed in on the issue at all. Either they knew what I'd do already, given their profiling of me, or they simply didn't give a shit and saw value to their organization whichever way I went. I suspected I'd never know which was the answer.

After a lovely, sweaty, and vigorous goodbye, the two Starfleet Intelligence officers had gone back to work after the debriefing concluded. As for Kira, after being on Earth for only a few hours, she had somehow discovered that there were Bajorans living on this planet, having fled their home world for various reasons. With Kira's rousing enthusiasm and patriotism on display these Bajorans were now organizing and conducting a political rally, of sorts, for the next two weeks. The goal of which was to pressure the Federation president into liberating Bajor by force.

This goal, I thought, was patently stupid and short-sighted, because even if Starfleet, which wasn't a proper military force in the first place, could drive away the spoon-heads, they'd have to essentially occupy the system permanently, or at least until Bajor could officially join the Federation, or the Union would just return in force once the Starfleet forces were gone.

If they stayed, all that would happen was that it would now be armed Starfleet personnel keeping order on Bajor, rather than the spoon-heads. Sure, the Federation wouldn't enslave the locals, or work them to death, or starve them, or strip mine the planet, which would certainly make things better, but there'd still be some resentment by the Bajorans and perhaps more terrorist action in time, which would almost certainly make the Federation reluctant to stay, they'd inevitably leave, and thus the Cardassians would shortly be back and maybe even worse than before. The events of the show were really the best possible outcome. The Cardassians leaving voluntarily, brief Federation administration of DS9, followed by Federation membership in time was the best way long-term. With a full outline of the events of the next decade or so, perhaps the Prophets really did have a plan.

Bajor had to invite the Federation in to help rebuild on their own terms, after the Cardassians left voluntarily, and even then it wasn't going to be an easy road.

Still, if she wanted to spend the next two weeks my ship was being refitted by camping outside Federation Headquarters, all power to her, that was her business. She was very passionate about helping her people and this obviously made her happy, and perhaps they would at least be able to get the Federation President to put pressure on the Union to withdraw from Bajor on their own. Who knows, maybe something similar happened behind the scenes on the show and that helped moved things nicely along. This, along with the more and more successful liberation efforts by the Bajoran resistance, which I happily claimed a good deal of credit for, could result in the Occupation ending sooner than expected.

This wasn't what I'd planned for the Kira to do while we waited for Starfleet engineers to upgrade my warp drive, as I really did need the ship to be able go past warp five, and I had more than enough credits to pay for the work, or at least to have the work done so soon. You didn't pay Starfleet engineers, but you could have your needs met sooner by forking out some credits as those were used to pay for parts to replicated, which meant you didn't have to wait so long.

I had planned to spend time with my kind of Bajoran girlfriend. My idea had been to spoil her with attention while on Earth to make up for having to share me so much while on the trip here.

Naturally she had wanted to return to Bajor as quickly as possible, but she understood that faster engines meant future trips would take less time, and since my ship was being used to aid the rebels then improving the vessel wasn't a waste of time.

Besides staying here could be good for the Bajoran resistance in other ways. Her people needed more than weapons, and while my ship didn't have a lot of room for cargo not everything they required took up a lot of room. Portalable replicators, which were easy to get here on Earth, would be of great use to the rebels and by now I had more than enough skill with tech to set up the machines when we arrived on Bajor.

A polite cough brought my attention firmly back to T'Maz, who, as always, wore a skintight black body suit that covered everything while really hiding next to nothing, due to how tight it was on her body. And, oh, what a body it was.

Once again she was proving to be quite the formidable opponent. She was distracting me with her body and she hadn't even taken her clothes off!

It was my turn and I stared at the 3D chess board with more intensity in my eyes than I would care to admit. Normally I'd be leaning back in my chair looking relaxed, but more was at stake here than in a normal game.

I'd won the first four matches, much to T'Maz's surprise, as she'd thoroughly and easily kicked my ass when we'd first played, but back then I'd still been familiarizing myself with the game. Plus I'd played against Data recently. I'd learned more by losing to him than I had by winning against a bunch of ensigns. Now it was time for the fearsome enhanced mind and intelligence of a Khan-era Augment to shine.

My strategy was complete simplicity, hidden within total chaos. Every move appeared as if I was moving pieces randomly, but there was a distinct method to my madness, which was very effective against T'Maz and her logical mind. Because she couldn't predict what I was going to do next every piece became a threat and this was causing her to overanalyze all of the many possibilities while attempting to discern my next move and my overall stratagem.

When I'd played against Data I'd done this as well. I'd hidden my true moves among seeming randomness, and when facing a true computer that should have worked, however that android was much more than a mere machine, he had that indefinable spark of sentience that made him more than the sum of his artificial parts and thus was able to tell when I was making a real move or just trying to confuse him. Perhaps getting fooled by Riker's bluffs over the many years while at the poker table had taught him all about human cunning, or at least how to read people.

Amusingly enough, the flesh and blood T'Maz made moves more like a computer than Data did, spending ages trying to figure out how I had defeated her with the moves I'd made, yet never realizing that the moves I seemed to care about the least were the truly important ones.

"Can you lose faster, please?" I asked innocently, while moving a pawn nonchalantly. "I want to go out to eat".

She glared up at me at me, well, at least as much as a Vulcan can while suppressing their emotions, as she practically crouched over the board with laser-like focus, and for a second I could have sworn that she was feeling smug.

Then I suddenly gained a new insight as she made a move. My eyes widened slightly as I moved one of my rooks from the second tier to the third. I'd seen her trap.

She looked at my move, then leaned in again and studied the board some more, and a thoughtful stare replaced the obnoxious smirk that had lasted only for a brief moment.

My next move was, while not so seemingly random that it would appear illogical, gave the impression that I was falling into the trap that she had set. Unless she did something completely unforeseeable in the next few minutes it would allow me to checkmate her in only two moves.

(Line Break)

Cafe. San Francisco.

Not long after the chess game had ended, in my victory, I was flirting with the young waitress who was standing behind the counter of the diner. People didn't work for money any more, or even for credits really, but the profession of waitress was still seemingly going strong. I was sure some aliens did leave actual tips in real currency, but I was also sure that some women did this job just because they liked it. Perhaps because they wanted to keep busy, or perhaps they enjoyed it when men flirted with them. This was Earth under the Federation so no one pinched the butts of hot waitresses as they worked anymore, but I was sure that the woman I was talking to wouldn't have minded. She might have even gotten a kick out of the anachronistic aspect of it all. It certainly fit with the 50s theme of this diner.

She was attractive by Terran standards. She had a thin face framed by gentle curls of brown hair. I assumed that her body, which was obscured from my view, was also attractive. She was showing a rather large amount of cleavage, her breasts actually close to tumbling out of her tight, white buttoned shirt. This was helped by the fact that she leaning forward, half bent over the counter, purposefully exposing even more of her chest, thus causing my eyes to wander down. When I did look back up at her face I noted that my looking seemed to please her immensely. I was quite happy to continue playing this little game.

While it was evening I'd decided to have breakfast, because it felt like morning to me, space didn't have time zones after all. I was at the counter because T'Maz had sent me to take back the waffles she'd ordered and to bring some back that that didn't have a large slice of Canadian bacon on top. Not that it had actually been real bacon, it wasn't replicated stuff, it was actually a kind of bacon flavored tofu, but I guess even the idea of eating pretend meat had been offensive to T'Maz since she was a strict Vegan.

All too soon for my liking the cook rang a bell and the waitress reached back to grab a plate. Upon the plate was a new set of waffles sans Canadian bacon. I smiled and winked at the waitress before walking back over to the table I was sitting at with T'Maz. I then sat the plate down in front of her and gracefully scooted into the booth once again.

"I do not understand why humans in the past would place part of an animal that has been fried onto the most inoffensive waffles," I heard T'Maz say. "The syrup served with the waffles is strawberry flavored, for example, so it would not taste good covering the bacon even if I deigned to eat such a thing".

This left me wondering how she knew that strawberry flavoring and bacon didn't mix, assuming that she had never eaten bacon, but I let that go in case she had to confess to trying the fake meat before.

Besides, I got the distinct feeling that she didn't care about the food at all, and while she didn't seem to be in a bad mood, what with being Vulcan, I knew women just well enough to tell that I had upset her and it was pretty obvious as to why.

"It's habit, ok? I'm sorry," I said.

T'Maz raised an eyebrow.

"To what are you referring?" she asked.

I frowned.

"Don't play dumb. You can't be that annoyed over bacon," I replied. "It may offend you that I have eaten real meat in the distant past and in another dimension, and will now eat what they replaced it with in the here and now, but you didn't mention that. You might be an alien, but fundamentally you're still a woman. I know when a woman is upset due to what a man has done".

I had two sisters, a mother, some exes, and I'd spent weeks trapped in close proximity on a small ship with no escape from females who weren't even human, yet they were all like human women when a man did something to piss them off.

"If you are referring to your flirtation with the human waitress, do not concern yourself," T'Maz stated.

She looked cool, seemingly calm and collected, but there was something in her expression, something she couldn't hide from a guy who'd seen her orgasm face many times before. I knew when she was feeling something strongly enough that her control faded somewhat.

"You're upset," I told her. "And don't go back to all of that 'Vulcans don't have feelings' nonsense. I know better. You feel everything a human does and more, in fact far more intensely, you just don't display it".

I watched T'Maz then pour a modest amount of syrup onto her waffles. It was strawberry, and I spent a moment wondering if a Vulcan could have a sweet tooth.

"I admit, I felt some annoyance," she confessed, "but it is nothing that is disconcerting, nor something you should concern yourself with. Recently my meditation has not been as frequent as I would have liked".

The Vulcans did not purge themselves of emotions, nor did they repress them as such, although the phenomenon of Pon'Farr might suggest otherwise, though I found myself suddenly curious if the Vulcans underwent their periodic Pon'Farr before Surak and their acceptance of logic. Anyways, it was more a form of self control. They had intense feelings, in fact far more intense than humanity, however this acted as more of a point of reference than as something that motivated them or dictated their actions. If they felt fear they controlled it and used it to logically understand that they were facing danger.

This was not some magical ability, nor a true result of their touch telepathy, or even a result of using technology, it was simply mental discipline, combined with training, meditation and self control. It was something a human could even do, although it was rare for one of my race to achieve the state of mind a Vulcan knew almost all the time. I also knew that they required regular meditation to maintain their emotional control, without it they could slip and their feelings would influence them.

I worried about that as the waitress walked over, obviously attempting to put as much swing in her hips as she could manage. She'd come over to pour me a refill of coffee. It was real coffee too, caffeine not being forbidden even by the Federation. It wasn't replicated either as with my enhanced senses I could smell the difference. Focusing on that sensory information prevented me from checking out the waitress' lovely backside as she walked away.

"So, you aren't upset?" I asked.

I was a tad worried actually as an out of control Vulcan was very dangerous, although a Khan-era augment like myself would be able to restrain her easily.

"What is our waitress' name?" T'Maz asked me, out of nowhere.

The question thoroughly confused me, so my date, if that was what she was this evening, explained.

"The waitress you have been flirting with, what is her name?" she asked.

This wasn't something I could answer.

"I dunno," I finally admitted.

She did have a name tag on, but it was right next to her boobs so delightfully on full display, so like any real man I'd barely noticed it.

"She is called Jenny," T'Maz said. "She introduced herself when we sat down".

I sensed that she had a point to all of this.

"Why should I be upset that you flirt with others when you never bother to remember their names?" T'Maz asked. "Also, I do not understand why you seem so upset that I did not have a negative reaction. It is illogical that you would want such a thing".

I hadn't realized that perhaps her lack of jealousy had affected me, or at least thrown me off. I'd been so concerned with her feelings that I hadn't even thought about my own or what the ideal reaction, or lack thereof, would be.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed, between taking bites of my food. "I guess I'm just used to women being jealous when I show other women attention".

It was clear now that the lack of it had unsettled me.

"Then next time I will attempt to at least feign jealousy," T'Maz promised. "Though, I cannot promise success, as Vulcans do not lie".

The waitress then came over with our bill and I grinned at her as I took the old-fashioned diner receipt. There was no real charge, of course, as most food was free on Earth. It did come out of each person's replicator rations and every citizen had more than enough to feed themselves while still being able to make use of a place like this. The only things that required a lot of energy, like holodecks or non-essential goods produced by replicators, required credits to pay for. But receiving a bill at the end of the meal was part of the rustic charm of the place, as it was meant to look like an old Amercian-style diner, just like they'd had in the 1950's and this place had obviously paid attention to all the little details. It was a really nice touch I thought.

What was out of place here was that the waitress had written her name and number on the paper, and her name was most definitely NOT 'Jenny.' T'Maz had lied, and of course Vulcans could freaking lie, she'd have to to be able to do to her work as a spy for 31, and she had covered up her jealousy by acting as if my flirting didn't matter and I was so off-base thinking she had been.

That made me laugh heartily on the inside. I may have been in the future, in a different dimension, dealing with an alien with intense emotional control, yet women were still the same. Somehow I found that to be very comforting.

(Line Break)

Beach. California.

One of the great things about the future was having access to planetary transporters which reduced travel time to practically nothing, thus the whole of Earth's many natural wonders was within a moment's reach and the smallest whim. In fact, even though it was evening we still had time to visit the beach before it got dark. Again, like with the replicators, all Federation citizens could make use of the transporters in a ration type system. The amount of times you could be beamed somewhere was limited, though, due to the energy not being unlimited, still it was more than enough for most people's needs and wants. And if you wanted more then you could easily earn credits to pay for such things.

The only delay had been getting appropriate swimwear. Of course, we could have just gotten something suitable from a replicator, but there were still shops for that sort of thing, and while money wasn't required the shopping experience was still pretty much the same. Meaning that T'Maz had needed a great deal of time just to pick something out while I'd done my shopping in practically seconds.

That delay, and the one I was experiencing now, were actually good things as it wasn't a good idea to go swimming too soon after eating, yet since I was male I couldn't help but be annoyed while T'Maz spent too long getting changed.

"Are you sure that this bikini is suitable?" the Vulcan woman asked me.

T'Maz was inside a stall, which had a door that allowed me to see her feet and her head. Humans weren't quite as modest as they had been in my time, but they still didn't walk around naked when outside, even when the weather permitted. Well, not unless it was a nudist beach or camp, which I read were common enough, but since not everyone had the same opinions about being naked, those places were out of public sight. They were tolerated, and no one prohibited their existence, as the Federation were all hippies to some extent, it was just easier to keep them out of the way.

"Trust me, plenty of human women wear them," I assured T'Maz, "and going to be beach is a perfectly normal activity when taking time off work".

I was wearing baggy swim trunks, not because I wouldn't look damn good in a speedo, but because an erection wouldn't be so noticeable with all the extra room. I hadn't actually had sex for more than a day and had little to no desire for any at the moment, as even my augment-level libido had been beaten into submission after being stuck on a ship with three bored women for weeks on end with little to do besides keeping up with their sexual demands. On the other hand T'Maz was crazy sexy, and had Vulcan stamina and a willingness to experiment, so it was best to play it safe.

"I do not think it is something suitable for a Vulcan female," she said.

That was something I'd have to take her word on. I'd never known T'Maz to worry about clothes, or the lack thereof, and from what I'd read about her race they didn't care much about fashion. Of course they didn't exactly swim on their planet as it was giant ball of sand when compared to the Earth, which was a ball of mud with lots and lots of water covering its surface.

"What logic is there in wearing this?" T'Maz asked. "If you wished to see me nude you could simply request that I remove my clothes in private. I see no reason to deny you something you enjoy since there is no issue with you being distracted while on a beach during a vacation".

It was hard to argue with that logic.

"And what of the Human males who will enjoy the sight of me wearing a bikini on the beach," T'Maz said next. "Will this not make you jealous?"

She might have feelings, but that didn't mean she understood them fully, especially as felt by other races.

"But they only get to look," I pointed out. "I get to see everything that is still covered, and I get to have sex with you whenever I want. They will envy me and my prowess".

Judging by the expression on her face, which was only just noticeable, she didn't understand what I had just been talking about. That was kind of understandable as we were going beyond strictly emotional stuff and into human cultural mores.

"You're very sure of yourself," she was now saying. "While I am willing to let you look at my uncovered body as much as you wish, that does not mean we will have sex whenever you should desire it".

Oh yes it did.

"Would you really refuse me?" I asked.

A human woman would be able to answer that question without really saying yes or no. Vulcans didn't lie, at least not unless something important was at stake, such as lives or the mission parameters required it, so T'Maz shook her head.

"I see no reason to," she answered honestly. "Human sexuality is still an interest of mine. In fact, I am quite surprised we have not already had sex". Yeah, the reason why that was the case was not something I really wanted to get into. I also wondered how exactly I was even a good test subject for the study of human sexuality. Surely she must have realized that while strictly speaking I was still human, my genetic enhancements put me so far beyond human physical norms it wasn't even funny. In fact I had had enough time in this new body of mine that I could probably give that Risian priestess a run for her money in the sexual antics department. The next time I saw her I was going to debauch her into unconsciousness, rather than the other way around!

She changed the subject before I could assure her that she was still sexy.

"Let us get back to the matter we were discussing," she decided. "This bikini shows far more of my body than required to show other human males that I have a body that they might desire".

I pondered my reply for a moment.

"You picked it out," I argued.

By now she was changing.

"The young woman at the shop assured me that you would 'enjoy it.'" T'Maz informed me "and that it was acceptable beach wear. However, now I am not so sure; it might be too small".

When she got out of the stall I saw that it was actually not too tiny. It was practically microscopic!

It showed off nearly all of her magnificently shaped body, her curves being very noticeable, as her breasts were practically bursting out of her top it seemed. She was beautiful!

And I wasn't the only one nearby to notice. Men had open mouths and wide eyes, next to them were the scowling eyes of nearby women. This left me feeling awfully uncomfortable. And ridiculously jealous.

"Is it too small?" T'Maz asked, while looking around at the people who were now trying not to stare. "I was told it was suitable".

Strictly speaking it wouldn't get her arrested, but it was pushing the limits of public decency.

"Small?! It's almost non-existent!" I said, a little too loudly.

T'Maz examined herself in the mirror of the changing stall.

"Strange. The young woman in the stop was convinced that you wanted it to be as small as possible," she reported. "Logically, the smaller the bikini, the greater the envy the other men would feel for you. Is this wrong?"

If she'd been human I'd say that this was revenge for my flirting with the waitress back at the diner, but she was Vulcan so I could be mistaken. However, I got the feeling that T'Maz was playing games with me.

"Very well. So you can now understand how I felt, what you made me feel, when you flirted with the waitress as I watched," T'Maz stated.

She was evil! She had to be a Romulan double agent.

"So Vulcans can not only be jealous, but also vindictive," I said.

T'Maz seemed to consider my words.

"Perhaps I am being petty," she stated. "As I stated before I have not been meditating as often as I should. In my efforts to understand human sexuality and relationships I may have gone too far".

Well, people did make mistakes

Maybe if you show everyone your unquestionable ownership of what belongs to you, a little of that envy from others will appear," she suggested.

By that I assumed she meant kissing.

(Line Break)

Apartment. San Francisco.

"Now I want sex," I told T'Maz once we had returned to my apartment on Earth. "Seeing you in that bikini made me very horny. Which I'm sure is exactly what you wanted".

She was a little evil.

"Now strip and get onto the bed," I ordered, my more dominant streak coming out.

Without saying anything, or looking as she if had any opinion on the matter, she started to remove her garments, revealing her long sculpted legs and gorgeous ass.

Before long I moved forward and strongly grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading it roughly as we moved towards the bed. I was squeezing her firm ass cheeks and forcing her naked body against my still somewhat dressed one. I enjoyed feeling her warm flesh against my cock, and the submissive positioning she was in; it made me even hornier if that was possible.

I began making out with T'Maz kissing her deeply and forcing my tongue as deep into her mouth as I could, continuing to dominate her, all the while rubbing my hands all over her soft yet firm body. Soon I could feel T'Maz begin to move and gyrate against me.

"Beg me to fuck you, beg me to ram my long, hard cock into your dripping wet Vulcan cunt," I demanded.

It was going to be interesting to find out if she could say that convincingly.

"Fuck me," she said with directness. "Stick your cock in me right now; take this Vulcan pussy and make me your slut." Nice bit of improvisation there.

I needed no further convincing so I roughly pushed her to the bed and raised one of her legs up with my arm and slid my cock into her pussy, thrusting hard and fast. Like before, her cunt was slick and so much hotter than any human woman I had ever fucked before, tighter too. I could even feel the individual muscles in T'Maz's pussy rhythmically contract and squeeze my dick, drawing it in deeper to her body.

Now I was totally focused on pumping my cock into this beautiful Vulcan woman while I had the chance. I knew that within mere days she would have to go back to work, and even if she didn't, I would be leaving in less than two weeks, once my ship's engines had been upgraded. I still had a mission to complete on Bajor after all.

Soon T'Maz's hands were around my neck as she gasped and moaned loudly. At this angle I had the leverage needed to drive my penis straight into her cunt, a little twist and rotation making it even better, while pounding her again and again mercilessly, much harder and faster than a baseline human could, driving her towards climax. In fact I suspected the pressure on my hips from her thighs squeezing me would have already broken the pelvis of a normal human male.

"Keep going, right there," T'Maz pleaded, sounding very human for a few moments. "I'm so close!"

The passage of time didn't mean much to me when I was having sex, but this seemed rather quick, still, I wasn't going to complain. She knew from experience that I had the stamina for multiple rounds. With my recent sexual Olympics I was in prime shape to fuck her into unconsciousness. One of my recent sexual training partners had been an Orion woman after all, and their libido was quite extreme when roused.

"Uuugh, uuuugh, uuugh!" the Vulcan cried out.

T'Maz spasmed hard as her body shook, had I had not already laid her down on the bed she would have collapsed onto it.

"Hmmm, so much for burying your emotions; that one was definitely pleasure," I whispered sensually into her pointed ear as I turned the Vulcan woman over and pressed her firmly into a submissive position on the bed, lying on top of her and forcing her legs wide.

Her juices were practically spilling out of her soaked twat, as she lay panting, clearly exhausted.

"I'm surprised at you, T'Maz, I thought you had more stamina than that," I said with a chuckle.

Clearly I'd gotten better at pleasing females, as normally she could keep up rather well. I could only conclude that part of it was that she was more tired that she had let on, or perhaps she really had needed some time off.

"Feel free to continue," T'Maz said.

I laughed at that.

"Like I was really going to stop anyways," I replied, pressing my hips into her roughly.

I then spent a few moments admiring how beautiful her ass looked like this; she truly was a fine physical specimen. Even though she was skinnier than Annika Hanson she somehow had a great bubble butt.

While running my hands over T'Maz's ass I began massaging her buttocks, getting more excited as I did. Noticing then that she was slowly working her clit I began fingering her cunt. Since she was still dripping wet my fingers slid in easily.

"T'Maz," I was now saying as I went upright onto my knees behind her. "It's time to test your Vulcan self discipline".

Given that she was now lifting her ass into the air, head still on the mattress, she knew exactly what I wanted, and was very willing.

"Whatever you say Gothic, I'm yours to do with as you please," was her quiet reply.

The Vulcan was breathing hard again, obviously getting worked up again by the fingers in her cunt and her own clitoral stimulation.

"Good, now try and relax," I said as I grabbed a firm hold of her hair pulling her head back and exposing her throat as I positioned my cock against her tight asshole.

T'Maz moaned lewdly at this new position and my cock meat split her ass wide open. Agonizingly slowly I pushed my cock further and further into her back entrance and even though I'd done this several times before with her I couldn't believe how tight this Vulcan's ass was; it was borderline painful. Yet there was nothing as good as this, bending over a strong and beautiful woman, human or not and taking her ass…making her so submissive in the process.

"Uugh, uuuugh," were the only sounds coming out of her mouth now.

T'Maz couldn't stop moaning as my hard cock ravaged her ass, while she was manipulating her clit harder and faster than she ever had before and arching her back from the way I was pulling her hair. Another powerful orgasm was obviously on the way for both of us.

"Oh fuck ,T'Maz, you're so tight," was all I could say.

I was fucking her harder now than I ever had before, with her or anyone else, going faster and faster working my whole cock in and out of her tight ass with each stroke. Far faster than a human or even a Vulcan was capable of. One hand had a strong grip on T'Maz's hip the other her hair, pulling her back into my thrusts, pain and pleasure mixing wonderfully. She was positively screaming now, having lost all semblance of emotional self control continuing to yell out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, both of us practically reaching some new level of consciousness.