Chapter 20 – Red
Jim, Bones, and Spock beamed just inside the rock formation they had been given the coordinates to. Jim was rather amused McCoy was one of those 'closest friends' as well, but refrained from saying anything. There was a woman already at the rock platform in the center that had what looked like red hot coals in the middle, and a gong that almost appeared to be green jade. She held the tool to ring it, and did so once.
An older Vulcan woman, who Spock had explained to him to be T'Pau sat in her royal looking chair that had handles on the bottom to be carried, and four strong looking young Vulcan men stood nearby her wearing silver tunics. Scattered around the ring were others wearing the same thing but holding…something that had rows and rows of silver bells. When the gong stopped humming the wind-chimes jingled softly in the barely-existent breeze.
On the other side of the rock wall was Bria, with her allowed friends…Sarah and Ayano were the ones she chose. Despite the fire she had shown before, being put on the spot made Bria jittery and she shifted from food to foot, Sarah barely able to keep her still with her hand on her arm.
"Spock…" T'Pau spoke, gentle and slow, so she was understood, "Why are there so many outsiders to our ceremony? From what I understand, your chosen mate and the mate the council chose for you are to fight in kal-if-fee. I see no need for any others."
"It is my right to have my friend to accompany me, as it is of Bria's right as well as she is to be a challenger." Spock stated in a soft, yet firm voice, his wild emotions, for the moment, at bay. His elder's stonily face showed nothing, as was expected, when she nodded to him and raised her hand for the guests to come near.
Bones raised a brow as he looked to Jim, but for the sake of their friend, all four neared the Vulcan woman. Spock looked to each of the members, introducing them to T'Pau. Sarah glanced back at Bria as T'Pau explained that the ceremony was something that had never changed since the beginning of history. She bit her lip in worry. Unlike Spock and Jim, she didn't know if this was going to be the last time she saw her sister or not. While Bria trained with Spock, she trained with Sulu, so she didn't know how she would fair.
"Are you in agreement as to not interfere?" T'Pau's harsh voice repeated and made her snap back to attention with a blush and a bowed head.
"Y-yes, forgive me..." she murmured.
T'Pau's eyed the human woman before pointing to the rock where Iria stood prepared, "Kal-i-farr!"
Spock moved to the platform where he held his hand out towards the gong to stop Iria from ringing it, "Kal-i-fee."
She stepped back, allowing the tool to fall to the ground as she looked to the one she would fight for this Vulcan male. As they already knew who would fight, T'Pau did not waste asking as it would be illogical. She too looked to Bria, "Do you accept?"
"Yes," Bria stepped forward, and she glanced at Spock. It was as if things had gotten worse for him in the past hour or two. "Hang in there, ashaya," she murmured, before looking to Iria and joining her in the white sand. She'd changed into her tactics uniform, feeling more comfortable, and before this Bones had given her two shots. Another for her asthma, to make it a fair fight and the injection only lasted so many hours to begin with. The second was a secret between her and the good doctor. Taking once last swig of the water bottle she had with her, she tossed it to Ayano who caught it easily. Clapping her hands together she rubbed them, "I'm ready whenever you are."
Jim looked at Spock who was starting to breathe irregularly, and he walked off to a corner as the silver bells started ringing. "Spock?" he was concerned as is first officer laced his fingers together and shifted.
"Do not speak with him, Kirk...he appears to be fighting the Blood Fever. Leave him be," T'Pou advised and Jim bit his lip.
Iria raised a brow at the woman as the Vulcan men brought out the traditional Lirpa, a metal staff with a fan-shaped blade on one end and a club on the other, one for each. The Vulcan woman held her chin up at the sight of the small /child/ holding the large weapon. This was illogical as she would clearly win.
"If both survive, the challenge shall continue with Ahn-woon," T'Pau stated before signaling for the fight to begin.
"Spock chose illogically when he selected you as a champion. You are but a child," Iria stated twirling the lirpa before swinging the blade part at her.
An easy block, "Oh honey, please. Do you know of the Bo Staff? That was my weapon of choice, don't be coy," Bria twirled the lirpa, catching Iria's and swinging it off and away from her, but not out of Iria's hands. Either she was good with a lot of weapons or the lirpa was her favorite. Her chest burned where the mole.../chip/ was, and she arched a brow mainly at herself. She hadn't felt the burn in a while...but she didn't feel like the lirpa was as clumsy and unproportional anymore. Twirling it, she swung her arm out, blade aching, her foot sliding along the sand and she twisted her body, going into a kick when Iria blocked the weapon.
Iria had not expected the human woman to present a challenge, but she was no fool. Instead of blocking the attack, the Vulcan woman stepped back several times, allowing the other to make her rounded attack which twisted her around enough, due to the weight of the weapon, to exposing her back to the jab of the club end of the weapon, knocking her to the ground. It was a shame that she would eventually have to kill this woman. Her disrespect had been misplaced. This...Bria was skillful even in the few moments that she engaged in combat.
Jim watched these two battle it out, kicks, twirls, slices and jabs, with the occasional thump from the blunt end. While he was honestly impressed with the fight, Spock was getting fidgety. He wanted to console him, but he was beyond his reach now. "Only Bria could make or break this," he sighed to Sarah, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend from behind, his chin on her shoulder, "They seem pretty evenly matched right now...I wonder who's /really/ the one holding back."
"...I don't know...I wish this was over already..." Placing her hand over Jim's and weaving her fingers with his. Watching her sister fight like this with the possibility of her death... She shuddered and gripped Jim's hand tighter. The brunette could only imagine what was going through Spock's head.
Iria aimed a blow to the Human's legs, but the moment she moved for the attack, she realized her mistake. Bria had baited her into attacking her supposed opening. Her back and side were completely exposed, but she could not stop her ongoing attack. The likely would be the end of her...and she accepted it as one had to die either way.
Bria's hand shot out instead of her weapon, clamping down on the right areas for the Vulcan Nerve Pinch, and Iria dropped to the ground. She raised her weapon, blade side down, and drove it towards Iria's head...
But the blade landed in the sand. Bria let go and stood straight, dusting off her hands as the lirpa stood upright.
"Wait what?" Ayano blinked, "Wasn't this a fight to the death?"
T'Pau rose from her chair, her eyes watching the woman carefully as all eyes turned to her. Clever human. Because such fights between females were rare, and neither were under the influence of plak'tow, it held no surprise that the woman had been able to find, as humans say, a loop hole. "Iria is unable to proceed, the woman, Bria, has won the right to Spock. Approach," she ordered to which Spock immediately moved to kneel before the elder Vulcan woman. Looking to Bria, she raised a brow slightly when she did not approach. "I must meld with the both of you to establish a bond that will link you until death. Approach."
Sarah frowned in as much confusion as Ayano while the Vulcan men walked over to Iria and carried her off. "Wha...?" Sure she was relieved that this meant her sister won without bloodshed, but this was all so confusing.
T'Pau's eyes narrowed at Bria when she made her way closer, "Your win came at surprise, as was your sparing Iria's life. Her life is spared now because she will mate with another to preserve our species."
Vulcans were so stubborn...yet then again, she supposed so were humans, and that tugged a rueful smile at Bria's lips as she hurried over, "Considering you're an endangered species, I'm glad Iria will live to see another day. She's a strong woman who deserves an equally strong mate…just not mine." She knelt beside Spock as soon as she could.
T'Pau nodded and spoke for him as she leaned down to created the meld, "The Bond must be made. Prepare yourself." With that warning, the Vulcan elder connected the two through her own mind and began to weave the Bond.
Burning. That was main thing she felt through Spock's side of the link. T'Pau had done this a lot, as she felt the tugs and pulls and twists. She felt nothing of the older woman, just what she was doing in order to create the Bond. There was a darkness, a beast pulling at the chains so to speak, but then there was only one thing she felt from the Healer...soothing, 'be at peace' echoed through the link. It was temporary, but the superior's strength seemed to give Spock some semblance of stability before he snapped. It wasn't over yet. They needed to get somewhere before he could have his way with her. There was a hiss and a growl, and she /immediately/ restrained her perverted thoughts, knowing it was Spock who did that. She saw the dangers through his mind, why he was so afraid, and didn't even flinch. Instead... /'Now you know all of me as I know all of you...I hope you don't hate what you see.'/ That dumbfounded him, she felt it.
Spock hardly registered when T'Pau finished the Bond, releasing them from her Meld. They, however, stayed connected; their minds open to another until either closed it. He wanted to know more, understand what she meant, but the burning took over. His whole body trembled with his need that she now could feel.
"I declare this marriage to be sanctioned and approved by the S'chn T'gai clan. The woman, Bria, is now one of our own." T'Pau announced, earning the appropriate response from those who were there. "Come, we shall escort you to the Caves and return for you in three days."
Spock moved to his feet, pulling Bria up with more force than he meant. His face contorted slightly, but he could not stop himself from continuing to lead her towards the others who were already started to head towards the Cave. He...he burned with need. They were not moving fast enough. She was his at last, now he must have her.
Sarah looked to Jim, unsure of what they should do. "Should we follow them?"
"No. It's all up to them now," Jim sighed and he straightened up, rubbing his face, "Let's all go back to the Embassy and continue our shore leave. There's...nothing else we can do for them."
Ayano took the bag Bones had and ran after them, "Bria! Here, you need this," She jogged beside them as they moved so they wouldn't have to stop, and the other woman took it gratefully before they started uphill. Ayano stopped and watched them go, and bit her lip. Turning back around she returned to Bones, "I hope that'll be enough..."
"It's all we can offer. We'll just have to wait it out." He pulled her into his arms lovingly, "Bria's a tough cookie. She'll be alright." He placed a kiss on her forehead, "How about we go celebrate for them since they'll be too occupied? This is a wedding, granted it's a crude one, but still."
"Sounds good," Ayano smiled, and looked at Jim, "Sulu and a couple of the others will probably want to celebrate, too."
"Yeah, you're right. Let's go," Jim smiled and pulled open his communicator and contacted Scotty to beam up to the Enterprise.
X
The sight of the Cave made her pale a little. Chains, leather bindings, cloth wraps…it looked like a torture chamber with all the ways you could restrain a person. The escort party was gone and she felt him behind her. Before he was even near her she felt his hands twitch to rip away her clothes. But then she wouldn't have anything to wear on the way back. Quickly she set the bag Ayano gave her at the side of the pallet. She wouldn't bind Spock, not yet. By the time she needed to use the first trank was when she would have to chain him up. She'd wrap his wrists, though, so he wouldn't injure himself.
The cave was lit with scentless candles which she was thankful for as it was now dark outside. There was a dark growl behind her and she wasted no time in whipping off her shirt before he could grab it, and her pants buckle was undone within another heartbeat, the button and zipper following shortly after, but he was on her before she could tug them down.
/'Stay with me a little longer, ashaya,'/ she begged through the link as his mouth found her neck, and she gasped softly, shivering when he found a sweet spot. Five years with no sexual activity...she didn't want him to make that first thrust brutally. /'Stay...'/ he was drifting, the darkness swallowing the man she knew and loved with each passing /second/ instead of minute now, /'Please...do this one last thing for me and you can have all of me...'/
Spock physically shook as he fought with himself to do as she asked. He could feel the fear and understood the reason as he forced himself away from her. His eyes were closed as he clashed his hands together. '/...Hurry...I...cannot...hold back...much more.../' Even speaking this to her in his mind caused him to lose ground. His primal side hated this. She was his and he wanted her /now/. His needs were greater than her whim! No...no he must...he must hold on a little longer...for her.
Her pants hit the floor with a thump, and she had never been more thankful in her entire life that she went commando except for /that/ time of the month. This left only her bra, which she attended to as she turned to face him, one hand undoing the tie on the sweatpants he wore, and they fluttered to the ground as her heavy double D breasts fell from their confines. She tossed the bra across the cave, her hands going to the hem of his shirt and lifting up. Her breath left her as she found herself on the pallet, being kissed roughly, his shirt falling from her hand off the side, "You're so sexy, Spock," she /purred/ and he bit her lip, but she ignored the sting and the reflexive tears. Glancing down, she saw his...double ridged green cock, and needless to say she was impressed. Thick, but not too long...He was rubbing against her and she moaned, shocked by how /wet/ she was already, "Gently," she pleaded into his ear since his mouth had moved to scrape along her jaw.
A growl came in response as he reached between them to guild himself into her awaiting core. He hissed loudly as her walls stretched to accommodate his thickness. With his will breaking, Spock slid fully into her and paused. Her whimper was horrifying to him because he knew that this would be the gentlest experience throughout their time here so long as he was unbound. He could only hope that she would do so soon to avoid harming her. His mouth sought the flesh of her shoulder, biting into it as a distraction until she acknowledged she was ready, for when she was...he would no longer have any control.
Running her hands along his chest, swallowing back the pain in her shoulder, she rocked her hips and closed her eyes. She felt all of him and it was /wonderful/, "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular..." she wanted him to hear that one last time...and sure enough, as soon as the last syllable was off her tongue, the burning black beast had consumed him. This wasn't Spock anymore, she knew as she felt him lapping and sucking at the blood on the bite wound, and the way he pulled out and /slammed/ back in. She could give the beast what he wanted, too, though. Arching her back she whimpered in pleasure, "You like that? How tight I am?" she growled, tightening her walls around him then letting go, certain it was like a vice by his whine, "All yours, every bit of it."
His hand found her hips, digging his fingers in her flesh possessively as he proceeded to fulfill his desires. When he tired of that mark, he moved to another area of flesh to score. His paces was fast and unforgiving, yet...she moaned in pleasure even as he grew tired of that mark as well, moving on to another area. His Bria was giving him everything and finding pleasure in what he took. Had he been able to form any kind of word, mental or verbal, he would have called her /his/ over and over. For she was his, and his alone. He finally had her. His Bria. /His/.
It went on like this for hours, until she was bloody and bruised from bite marks and fingerprints respectively. She had moved her hips a lot at fist, creating her own pleasure as he thrust. The first time she came was explosive, her scream drowned out by his roar of approval and he kept /going/. The sensitivity from orgasming once cause another, and another…and after a while she had cum so many times her mind was a fuzzy blank and she was a puddle of moans and whimpers and she heard herself pleading /more/. Yet he'd yet to find a single release. Was he waiting for something? "What…do…you…need?" she gasped between his thrusts, pulling her knees up and he leaned down to pin her there. This caused new sensations and she gasped, arching her back as her abdomen clenched and she cried out.
He latched onto her neck, sucking on her jugular before moving up to press his cheek against hers firmly. His growl tickling her ear. Her emotions...her wants and desires were like kindling to his fire, making him want more and more of her. The primal-driven Vulcan amplified his speeds even more at this increase of lust. Her words, however, managed to stir his senses to growl at her, turning his head slightly to graze his teeth against her flesh, yet not biting into her as he would have done previously. This was all he could do as he could not form words, only expressions of his wild darkness. When she did not understand, he snarled, reaching up and jerking her head towards his shoulder using those long brown locks. He felt the pain of his action through her, but it did not matter. She would give him everything he wished, and he would take it all.
Her walls clenched around him as he gripped her hair, groaning at this. Oh...she latched onto the perfect area, not knowing how she knew, but didn't bother questioning it. Opening her small mouth she felt her i-teeth graze his skin, and driven by his snarl, she bit down hard. She broke skin and dug deeper, feeling his blood fill her mouth. It was like bland watermelon. It didn't taste like copper at all like she expected. His roar made her whole body quake and she held onto him, his thrusts suddenly becoming erratic instead of the sure, powerful ones he had been making. Lapping up the blood with languid strokes of her tongue, she moved to his ear, "Come for me...all over me, inside me...whatever you desire. Then do it again, and again...I want it, I /need/ it. I need /you/."
His hand had long since returned to her, already busing sides where he held onto while his body sped towards what he had been working to achieve since they started. Dipping his head, the Vulcan found the first bite wound, which by now had long stopped bleeding, and bit into it once again to reopen it. As the liquid hit his tongue, he pulled away to lift her hips off of the pallet so that he could give his final thrust. He held her locked into placed with him in that position as he felt her walls once again rapidly contract around him, this time in a joined climax. He panted heavily as the last of his seed poured into the willing core.
"Flip...me..." Bria wheezed, the both of them shuddering violently at the feeling of his hot semen filling her to the brim, and she felt the throbbing of his thickness. Variety, especially in the early stages would help in the long run, or at least that was her theory. Besides...if she was on her stomach she could more easily reach the bag of tranquilizers. Then when he flipped her onto her back again she could give it to him. Then bind him, chug down some water, sleep, then they'd start the next session with her on top. Three days...god she was going to be a mess and it was going to be harder than hell to convince him she was okay and she had, at least at the beginning, /enjoyed it/ which...more than likely would horrify him more. She'd find out eventually. Right now...she squeaked as she found herself on her stomach and he was inside her. Right now it was her job to satisfy the beast, and save her lover.
X
The Vulcan awoke sometime later, his head heavy from whatever shot she had given him. Her scent filled his nose and triggered his burning need once more. Growling, he was going to find her. He must have her. When he went to move, however, the Vulcan found that his arms had been secured above his head, restraining him from moving away from the anchored spot. Snarling at being confined, he pulled with all his strength in an attempt to release himself. All were futile. Just to make it worse his mate drew his attention to her bare, marked, and bruised form as she straddled his hips, hovering just above his already erect member. He growled as he tried to dig his heels into the pallet to thrust up into her with no results.
"Mm, you're all mine now, ashaya," Bria purred, her hands running through the hair on his chest, "I can't very well please you if I'm dehydrated now can I?" she licked her lips and rubbed her slick heat against his rock hard cock, and then she slid down over him, loving his whine of pleasure, and she threw her head back, exposing the bite marks he had made on her. She cleaned them up so they weren't bleeding and crusty, but otherwise hadn't done anything to them. "I'll do my best to please you, love," she moaned as she rocked her hips, "I won't let you die."
He whined at her slow pace, rocking his hips up to meet with hers. This was an attempt to have her hurry her actions, satisfy his burning need. However, it became evident she would go her own pace at which he growled at her for, pulling at his restraints. If he could not take her as he desired, he wanted her closer...her hands were creating pleasurable sensations to which he made small noises of approval.
Though the link was murky she felt that particular want and leaned down and her breasts brushed against his firm chest. Her hands moved up his neck and into his hair, gripping it roughly, and she kissed him, lifting her hips up and down faster, glad for all her training. Without it she would be even more tired than she was now. She bit his lip in retaliation to what he had done to her at the start, "You can thrust into me, ashaya." She looked into his ink black eyes, the wildness in them turned her on /way/ more than it should. Nipping along his jaw, she got to his ear and licked along the shell, lightly biting that sexy point, enough to leave marks but not enough to bleed.
The Vulcan groaned at her torturous nips, wanting to sink his teeth into her skin once again. He managed to nudge her head to the side, but could not find the flesh he wanted to bite, instead sucking harshly at her pulse as he finally found his footing to thrust his hips up. He roared his pleasure into her flesh as he continued this action.
"Ah!" She gasped, not sure if she was saying 'yes' in Vulcan or moaning, perhaps a combination. Pushing her body flush against his, she tossed her hair over her shoulder out of the way and leaned closer so he could latch onto her, wincing as she felt his teeth pierce the tissue. She loved how...well they fit together. Both of them had mile long legs, so they didn't quite fit toe-to-toe, but like this...a deep moan came from her chest as she rubbed her hands everywhere she could reach. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, scraping her teeth against his skin, she bit down. She would give back just as much as he did. She was starting to figure out the right pressure to break skin, and she moved across his torso, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding him deep into her core.
"Spock...Oh..." Whether or not he was Spock didn't matter to her...as far as she was concerned, this beast /was/ Spock, simply his most basic, primal self. It wasn't his fault he couldn't make love to her right now. They'd have plenty of time for that later. She whimpered and pleaded all the same, biting his collarbone here and there and sucked at his pulse, letting him handle it. His breathing was ragged and she felt how his heart pounded in his side, his chest heaving, "So good..." she panted and he hit all the right spots. Her nails dug into him as she felt the coils tighten and then burst, fire racing through her veins as she orgasmed hard, "Spock!"
Somehow...his need relied on her now. For when she came, his body responded by shooting him over the edge as well. He pulled at the restraints with a roar of his release as he slammed up into her quaking body. Chest heaving, he rubbed his cheek against her head, a rumble emitting from his chest. Strangely, he did not go wildly back into it until she shifted. That sent him back into his blazing wants. Thrusting up, he started back into his furious drive.