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Earth date February 22nd 2215 – London, England
(Mirror universe – reminding M rated chapter)
Salas prepared his thoughts as he prepared to comm his cousin T'Shea. It had been twenty one hours since he spoke to the server Rachel. He desired to have her so there was no need to delay going after what he wanted. Did not the Great warrior Surak advice "Feed your loins as well as your mind." And it had been some time since he followed that advice.
"Greetings Krie T'Shea," Salas decided to get straight to the point. It was the Vulcan method after all. "I desire your worker Rachel Maxwell as my sexual partner. How many credits do your require to terminate her contract?"
T'Shea raised her eyebrow. She was not surprised at his interest but did not expect Salas to act in this manner. He did not even need to use this method to bed the girl. He was a Vulcan S'Haile from an important clan after all. He just had to order the female to remove her undergarments and he could take her where she stood or even demand she kneel and perform whatever sexual act he wanted. Living on Terra for 27 years not many Vulcans took on Humans as registered mistresses, lovers or consorts. Sure they fucked them when they desired a taste of the exotic. Some even had them as sexual chattel along with their generally arranged Vulcan marriage. She was the type of Vulcan that did not consider Terrans as inferior, perhaps Salas felt the same way.
"How many credits is the weak and insipid Terran female worth the decline in your fortunes. When since did Salas of the Maat Kril'es chan need to purchase sessions of copulation. This is not Orion." T'Shea responded scornfully.
"You will cease this illogical stalling. If Rachel was that 'weak and insipid' then your place of employment does not deserve the high reputation it holds." Salas retorted.
Interesting thought T'Shea, he calls her Rachel not 'Rachel Maxwell the worker' or even 'Terran female'. What is that human expression? Yes, he 'has it bad'.
"Since you insist on having her warm your bed and feast on your lok. You may have her for 800,000 Imperial credits," T'Shea started unreasonably high to see how low her cousin would negotiate.
"Agreed", Salas answered with no hesitation. "I will arrange immediate transfer of 25% for her reduced notice period."
T'Shea raised her eyebrow, perhaps she should have asked for one million credits instead. It would be a loss to lose Rachel, she was an excellent worker and contributed good ideas for the business. If she remained as pleasant as a consort as she did as a worker they could become agreeable social acquaintances.
"Well since you are new to the planet and to Terran women, I would advise you to do some research to keep your consort in an agreeable state. If you sleep with her by your side, one does want to wake up alive afterwards".
Salas looked at his cousin and was about to rebuke her for her patronising advice. Then considered since she had lived on Terra a lot longer her words were logical. However he did not want to come across as ignorant. He almost puffed out his chest in reply,
"I researched human mating practises on the Terran global nets. There were many sites of video representations. I reviewed the popular ones. 'Debbie does Derrick, Dallas and Denobula', 'Wanda likes Orion wands', 'The Interspecies guide to joyous sex', The Karma Sutra explained for Non Terrans', 'How to get Terran pussy". Although the latter had nothing to do with capturing feline young."
T'Shea quirked her lips. Salas for all his enhanced Vulcan intelligence was without a clue. Salas had watched sleazy porn sites, well if he was going to a sexual pleasure house those videos would be perfect.
"If you are experimenting with human sexuality those sites will be effective. Especially the ones that will charge you for the privilege of copulation. However if Rachel is to be your consort or mistress I would advise you to expand your research to include more suitable material.
Salas honey coloured ears turned green as he realised the minor error he had made.
"This information is appreciated Krie T'Shea" he bowed his head in reply.
"You not only want her to be willing Krie Salas, but also to be loyal. Especially after you take a Vulcan bondmate and produce Vulcan heirs"
"There is no need for a Vulcan bondmate at this time". Salas replied quickly.
Well thought T'Shea if she did not know better she would say Salas was on his way to being engulfed by the Terran female. Not many high Vulcans had a Terran as their sole mate. The most famous one was General T'Pol, she only got away with it because it was recorded her consort Major Tucker had saved her life in battle many times. He deserved her loyalty having proven his own. They even had a daughter.
However T'Shea doubted their clan matriarch would be so accepting but she would still help her cousin. After all since his spouse died he had shown little interest in anything long term with anyone else. Temporary sexual encounters were his norm.
Fourteen days later, March 2215, Tokranite restaurant, The Shard, London
Rachel looked around the private room Salas had booked at the Shard restaurant 'Triple Trouble'. She was very impressed, this place was hard to get into, you normally had to book many weeks in advance. She wondered if he had used T'Sai T'Shea's connections in the business to get a table.
The Tokranite restaurant had a cheeky name but a classy reputation. It was jointly owned by Tokranite businessmen and their Human male lover. Opened back in 2200, its speciality was seafood but it had a lot of vegetarian choices as well.
Rachel was nervous at first not knowing what to expect but since her employment at 'T'Shea's Place' had ended, with no notice period and three months pay she was not complaining. Technically according to the records she was made redundant one day and the next day employed as Healer Salas 'personal assistant'. Well being his P.A so far included a spanking new apartment, triple the pay she had before, a beautiful bouquet of lilacs, (her favourite flowers), a bottle of Chateau Picard 2195 (expensive stuff), a basket of the juiciest mangoes she had ever tasted and a box of Belgian chocolate truffles. She was officially a Vulcan's kept woman but she decided she could live with that. But she did have plans, the bakery business was getting closer to reality and if it meant sleeping with this Vulcan for a while then so be it.
The room was romantically lit by candles. In the middle of the room stood a covered dining table in the shape of a bed with many pillows. Another table stood at the side with platters laden with fruits, baskets of chocolate and a bottle of champagne, The window ledge held vases filled with lilacs and the music playing in the background was ancient, sensual, classical jazz.
Salas escorted her to the bed table and commanded she remove her clothing and lay down.
'Well this is it', thought Rachel 'Seems I'm the starters before the main course'.
She removed her green, Greco-Roman style designer dress.
"Do not remove your footwear," Salas ordered, his baritone voice sending a shiver down her spine and a throbbing in between her legs.
Rachel stood semi naked, her only clothing a green thong and her silver, high heeled open toe sandals.
As she lay on the bed, a fully clothed Salas approached her with one of the baskets of fruit.
"I find the diverse vegetation on this planet fascinating. So many textures and flavours as they burst on the tongue," he spoke.
He picked up slices of mangoes and laid them between her breasts, the slices felt cold at first but Rachel found the combination of cold fruit on her warm body stimulating. Food plus sex always worked together. She heard her breath deepen as her arousal increased.
The last piece of clothing was removed as Salas tore the fragile garment and prepared to place black, sable grapes on her pubic area.
"You are almost hairless, I thought Terran females grew hair in this area?" He sounded disappointed.
"I like to shave down there," Rachel replied trying not to sound embarrassed.
"You will cease the practise" Salas stroked her nether lips as he admonished her. "I wish all the nectar from your vagina to be captured for my taste."
"Yes S'haile," Rachel answered. Oh lawd, his voice alone makes me wet she thought.
"You are mine now, you are to call me Salas," he responded.
"Yes..Salas, oooo" Rachel moaned.
Salas continued to stroke her as he feasted on the mangoes between her breasts, alternating with eating a slice and sucking on her nipples which enticed him like delectable chocolate.
Rachel felt like she was on fire. This man, no Vulcan played her body like a Vulcan harp. If his dick was any better than his mouth then she was going to die right there on this bedtable. The Vulcan mouth nipped and kissed its way down, down, down between her thighs. The sable grapes devoured as he opened her legs and feasted and sucked on the chocolate pink flesh open before him.
Rachel grabbed Salas head as she cried out for all the known Deities of the Empire. As she came down from her orgasmic stupor. She looked up as Salas removed his clothing. The room felt warmer maybe he was waiting for the room to warm up before he went naked, maybe he was waiting for her to warm up. Whatever the reason it was worth the wait the Vulcan had a body of a god, whatever Vulcan gods looked like.
Even better than she envisaged. Lean, slender not too muscular, a definite sex or six pack and a long thick curved to the side, raised manhood which made her mouth water. She liked the difference she saw, a double ridged penis, slight tinge of green under the light brown skin.
"*E best no ow to use dat blessing or me gwan cry down the place" Rachel moaned to herself.
*(He better know how to use that blessing or I'm going to cry all over the place)
Rachel opened her mouth as if she expected to be fed.
Salas knew what she wanted but decided he needed to finish what he started.
"You will feast later," he climbed on the bed and raised himself over her.
"I will feast now. Let the main course begin," Salas opened her legs and thrust into her. Conscious of her fragile body compared to a Vulcan female he held himself back as he judged how much she could take.
Rachel whimpered as he stopped, seems he needed some encouragement.
"Fuck me, fuck me now" she demanded and moved, grabbing his body with her legs.
Salas had watched enough Terran vids to know what that meant. He spent the rest of the evening obliging her request.
AN: In the mirror universe people fall in lust first then love might come afterwards… if you're lucky
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Vulcan spoken in italics