Chapter Two

Qiyang had the metamorph pinned up against the restraints built into the bulkhead in his cabin and was biting down on the zipper that ran down the length of her back, when her elbow somehow worked free and crashed into the side of his head. Another hit, and he dropped. Then somehow she was free and on top of him, pinning his arms underneath him. "You will get no more of me until you honor me!"

He found himself struggling under her steel-hard frame. "What do you mean?"

"We've been playing at your games for three days with little rest." She resisted the smile that she felt. "And with assistance from select crew. But you have not yet chosen a name for me!"

Qiyang worked his hands out from under him and grabbed her vice-like hands. "I have given you much."

"Yes, and I've enjoyed it. But you must name me."

"Parmach"

"What is that?" She asked.

"What the humans call love. Only for Klingons it has much more aggressive and sometimes violent overtones. I can think of no more appropriate name for you."

"I accept it."

"Good!" Then he forced her up and pushed her against the wall. His mouth found her exposed neck and began to kiss and suckle. At the same time, one hand worked behind her and started to work the zipper down that seconds earlier had been between her teeth. His other hand began to massage her breasts beneath the leather and chainmail of her uniform. He felt himself getting hard, and subconsciously rubbed against her, hungering to be inside of her, pushing and thrusting and adding to the fire that they shared. He began to feel slightly dizzy as the hand at her back pushed uniform aside to find hot flesh. He reached to cup her ass and squeeze, even as his hard cock began pushing against her through his pants. Soon he wouldn't be able to resist her, and he would rip the remains of her uniform away and plunge into her.

That was when her teeth found his neck and bit with just enough restraint to avoid injuring or killing him. His breath escaped from behind clenched teeth, and he was just starting to rip her uniform off of her when an alarm sounded. Her mouth left his neck just enough to snarl at him. "If you answer that..."

"I must." His breath was ragged and his entire body was heaving from the effort and sudden stop. "We're in enemy territory."

"Orion is not-"

"Report!" Qiyang shouted into the kneeled behind Qiyang and began to lick the back of his neck while her fingers played through his hair.

"There is an Orion attack cruiser on an intercept course!"

"Time to intercept?"

"Ten minutes!"

"Tell them to slow down," Parmach said as she nibbled on his ear.

Qiyang did his best to ignore her as he stood up. "I'm on my way. Battle status." Then he turned to her. "We will continue this."

But her hands didn't release him yet. She licked his uniform pants, grazing her teeth over his erection and sucking through the leather. "You are mighty indeed to walk away from this."

For an instant, he pushed his crotch against her mouth, holding her head where he wished she could stay and finish. For just a moment he pushed against her and thought what it would be like to stay. Then he kneeled and kissed her on the mouth, hard. "As I said, we will continue this."

"What a stupid thing to do," Jane said. "Don't you even know how to fly these things?"

"Yes, I know how to fly them," John answered. "Obviously."

"Obviously? Obviously you got us into trouble. That's a Klingon battle cruiser. It's not a cop asking if we need directions."

"It's an old one. And we're in Federation space."

"That old battle cruiser will be a pirate ship. That's why there's no transponder. They don't care whose space we're in." She watched his eyes widen, "But don't worry. They'll just airlock you. I'll end up being the captain's love slave."

"You wish," he answered.

To be continued...