The Prince
Chapter 14
*THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M FOR MATURE THEMES AND DARK IMAGERY*
They moved rapidly through the dark halls of the citadel, Spock's hands closed tightly around T'Pring's wrists almost dragging her behind him….soon…oh so soon…
She trembled with excitement. It was perfect. He was ready.
Soon he would be hers, and she would have it all. His name. His power. She would receive the glory. She, the one who brought Vulcan's wayward son home.
She would receive the adornments, she would rule by his side and he would be hers forever. It was perfect. Oh, so perfect. The human female would be crushed.
She felt no pity. T'Pring had always felt human's inferior. Once again the House of Surak would have the strong leaders it demanded. She was one of the many who thought Spock's mother completely inferior to the powerful and handsome Sarek. As a child T'Pring had heard her parent's discussions on how long Amanda would last. Or what would be her fate. It was generally assumed Sarek would either kill her in his Time or she'd eventually leave him. Neither had happened
Her parents had agreed to bond her with Spock, the half-human monster that came of such a barbaric union. She did not want it. Such a disgusting creature. A monstrosity of nature.
And she had happily declared their bond dead the day he left for Earth. She was younger then, and to be quite frank about it, she had not realized into what she'd been bonded.
She had had several lovers since then that she'd wished to bond with, but in the end their families had rejected her. News of her forsaking of the bond had spread quickly. And it seemed no mother would have T'Pring of their son, her treachery was out. But she was clever, and so went to T'Pau asking forgiveness. Her timing was perfect; as news of Spock's imminent arrival had also spread.
She had reminded the matriarch that Spock's options of a mate were quite limited, as most had already completed bonds. She was it. She knew it, and T'Pau knew it. This is how she had come to this point.
Yes, she would save the House of Sarek. She would bless it with offspring. Spock would be off world, and she'd be rid of him. Free to be with her other lovers. And still possess everything. Yes, she could tolerate him once every seven years. And Spock would have no idea.
She would be savior; their offspring would restore the house. Soon, soon…
They turned a corner quickly and Spock pulled her into a darkened room. They were now in the bowls of the citadel.
He turned towards her, his own body dwarfing hers and slowly stalked towards her like a lematyah to its prey. She would comply.
Her back was against the stone blocks as Spock leaned in to her. He reached out, one hand against the stone's the other positioned around the collar of the sheer sheath she wore…It would be moments…
She felt his lips at her neck and heard in inhale, then let out a low growl….he was scenting her...
Another quick move and Spock ripped the sheath from her body. A cold shiver ran through her down to her toes.
"S'haile, I am yours. Do to me as you will. I comply," she panted into his ear.
This seemed to spur Spock on. His hands were hot his body on fire as he lifted T'Pring into the air. One hand, she noted. He is much stronger than the others.
Suddenly Spock's need overwhelmed her as she felt his other hand begin to cup and knead her breasts- her other lovers had done nothing like this, and the sensation was highly pleasurable. She felt a warm heat coupled with wetness form between her legs.
The hands had now been replaced with lips as Spock's mouth began to move against the sensitive skin around her nipples, and inadvertently she let out a moan...
"Oh S'haile…"
His mouth had dropped down to her belly as his lips left a trail of hot kisses around her navel. She had carefully balanced herself again the wall and Spock's shoulders…
Just as suddenly as he started, he stopped.
She was planted back on the floor. She looked up at him, his eyes now completely black, his face contorted in a snarl. She suddenly felt a twinge of fear. It was not enough to dissuade her. She reached for Spock's robes as he was still fully clothed this would not do. She met his lips (another thing Vulcan's did not do, but an action that she found arousing) and frantically pulled the garment off of him. The kiss deepened and T'Pring felt his want even more. She pushed him back across the room with surprising strength that had obviously shocked him. He looked at the naked visage before him.
And quite soon, she was on him, knocking them both to the ground. Somehow she had managed to remove his pants, and now all his glory stood before her.
She knelt inside his legs, her face inches above his stomach. Spock looked at her, his head cocked to the side. He seemed to be analyzing the position….
Just as quickly he moved again, this time wrapping a large hand around the back of T'Pring's head and pushing her face down and around his member. She gasped in surprise.
Her open mouth was greeted by the swell of him and before she could even record a thought she tasted him.
She stored the record away as she began to suck… Another thing not done by any other…my Spock, you are full of surprises…but if this satisfies you…I can comply fully…
T'Pring quickly found Spock demanding. As she worked on his member his grasped tightened in her hair forcing more of him in her mouth. Vulcan's did not have a laryngeal reflex so she felt him deep inside her mouth. She could barely fit him in, and realized the corners of her lips would be painfully chapped in the morning. It was a small price to pay. And worth every inch. His thrusts against her grew more forceful and he was growling now. The echo filling the walls around them…
She heard a louder roar from him and suddenly a warm, hot liquid filled her mouth and began trickling down her throat…A release, she realized. She felt her own need for him grow, and suddenly was overwhelmed with the desire to have him inside her…
She moved against him quickly rolling the two of them over, so now Spock was on top of her. Through his own haze of heat he seemed to realize her desire and quickly moved down. What is this? She wondered. His hand was positioned between her open legs, at her entrance and his head dipped down. She felt his hot breath as he stared at he gazed at her own sex for a long moment. T'Pring felt her body begin to ache with need.
"S'haile…I need thee," she panted. She knew he would hurt as he entered her. And she welcomed the hurt with delight. He was truly of the line of Surak in every way. Their physical attributes had been legend. And she could fully testify to the truth of it. It was how they bred the best. And she wanted the best.
She felt a flutter of movement and heard him inhale, as he inserted a long finger into her warm heat. She felt her body arch up, one finger, two, and then three. They began to move in succession, causing waves of pleasure to rip through her body….she moaned, reaching for Spock…She suddenly felt his hands between her cheeks, and her body reacted quickly, trying to pull away. She heard a frustrated grunt as Spock violently picked her up and flipped her on her belly. She was face down against the cold, stone floor, her rear exposed. She felt his radiant heat around her and his fingers again as one penetrated. She screamed…He took no notice of this, and she again heard him inhale….He is scenting me again, she realized. She urged him on…taking a moment to move her backside in the air…She was now dripping, wanting him to enter her. To unite them…
It was as it had always been…
Suddenly Spock grabbed her arms lifting her to her feet. His grip was painful and she cried out. He threw her against the wall and quickly closed the gap between them.
He snatched her wrists, twisting her arms above her head. She was now face-to-face with him, and could tell in his expression something was wrong.
He was snarling at her, his dark eyes burning into hers. She felt his anger, course through her and she was suddenly felt her goal slip out of her reach. Something had changed his mood….
It was Spock who spoke next.
"You have betrayed me," his normally monotone voice now replaced with a low, deep snarl. "You have been with others. I can smell them on you!"
He tightened her grip causing a grimace across T'Pring's face. She would not have this.
"You have no choice Spock. You must have me. I am your only option. You need this now. Or you will die. You will have me." The force of her words struck Spock cold, and he released her.
"Are you a true Son of Surak? Your actions in this show you have been tainted by the off-world. Perhaps you reject me because you are inadequate," T'Pring knew this a fault, but kept going. They could complete this. It had to be if she were to succeed. She continued to goad, "I have seen that human whore of yours. She cannot satisfy your need. It is as mine. We burn for each other. Do not fight it. To desire a human is not Vulcan. Are you human, or are you Vulcan?"
It was a direct hit. Spock turned to face her again, his own masked in fury and disgust. He advanced on her quickly bringing one hand up fast. T'Pring braced for the impact against her face. It never came.
Instead she felt trapped against the wall, Spock's fingers now at the pressure points on her face. He leaned in close, his voice now threatening. His eyes devoid of anything. So cold.
"I am Vulcan T'Pring, and now you will learn just how much." His fingers pressed against her temple, and she felt a white-hot flash of pain as she fell to the floor clutching her head and screaming. "And I heard you," he whispered to the form writhing on the floor beneath him. "Every thought."
She was still screaming as Spock dressed, and left without a backwards glance.
Author's note(s):
Vulcans are touch telepaths.
To those of you who have reviewed my story, I do greatly appreciate it. I don't believe in begging for reviews and have made this a favorite story of yours I am truly humbled. If you'd like a break from all the darkness of this world, please check out the Intercom Incident and Ego. They are much lighter.
This chapter marks the beginning of the end of this particular story. However, I have decided that this tale cannot be told in merely one part. Therefore, there will be a part two and possibly a part three in the future.
As I write free-hand (I write it as it comes, I really don't plan) I now have to figure out a way to get my characters out of the mess that's now been created. It will take a few days to work this out, so please don't be too disappointed in my lack of updates for at least the next day or so.
And I must also issue this warning: Real life doesn't always have happy endings. I firmly believe a good piece should have a plausible ending- not a happy one.