Scales and Strings (18+ Adult Content)

Posted on Sat Jun 17th, 2023 @ 2:45am by Ensign Dramin & Lieutenant JG Aimee House of Back

2,309 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Mission 4 - Like a Thunderbolt
Location: Habitation Corridor
Timeline: MD-05

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Previously:
"You ever been with a Klingon before?" She asked. "I'll go easy on you. THIS time," she said, a look of carnality in her eyes. Still, she did LIKE him, so she was only mostly kidding.

"Well, no..." Dramin swallowed thickly. "...there's no need to hold back, Aimee. I'm far tougher than I look." He tried to put on a brave face as his hands settled lightly on her rear end, holding her close to him. "I'll live... I think."

She laughed. "Most of them have, yes," she said. "MOST." She winked, but let him pull her close.
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She was moving a bit faster than she normally did, but that's because she was comfortable with Dramin. He felt safe, oddly, and seemed fully ready to let her take control. She liked that-she WAS Klingon, but more than that-she was naturally a Type A person, anyway.

A moment after their words, she had his shirt off, and hers, too, in quick succession. She moved his hands to where she liked-one on her left breast, and the other gently on her neck. She was taller than him-though not much-and it would be easier for her this way. She moved her body again, so that she could unhook her bra, and let that fall to the floor. The room was silent, except for the occasional sound of a sigh of pleasure or the soft "pop" of the end of a kiss. "Bedroom," she breathed, stepping out of her heels as they moved in time.

This was, admittedly, only the second time he'd been together with someone - only this time the feelings were mutual, and he didn't feel like he was a child being taught what to do. Well, not so much, at least. Candy had basically dragged him around in that regard. Aimee preferred to take control too, of course, but at least she gave him the freedom to explore and let them both enjoy the experience.

Speaking of enjoying the experience itself, Aimee was leagues better than Candy. She didn't need to doll herself up to be sexy; she really just was. Every ministration was filled with heat, in all the best ways possible. They spent a few minutes exploring each other, touching and feeling wherever possible... and then he heard her say it. There was only so much they could do while only half dressed like this.

Min let out a breath as he curled his arm around her hips and led her to his bedroom, which was scrupulously neat and tidy like the rest of his quarters. A sigh escaped his lips as the pair sat down, and he placed both hands on her chest. "Perfect." He found the air to breathe in her ear as he squeezed, running his thumbs over the generous swell of her chest. He could already feel his excitement push hard against the material of his jeans, and he knew she could see it, too. Question was, what would she do with it?

As he led her to the bedroom, she looked around a moment. His quarters were perfectly clean-she could take a lesson!-but otherwise, the same as hers. He settled her onto the bed, and began to play with her breasts. She let out a satisfied moan, moving her hands to the pulsating bulge in his pants. "Those will need to come off," she said, beginning to undress the rest of him. A bit later, after a momentary awkward dance of sorts-they were both in their underwear. Indeed, he was more built than his initial appearance lent-the uniforms hid everything anyway. She touched his bulge again, stroking gently through the cotton fabric of his whites, and moved a hand to the side of his left thigh, suggestively. They could explore more this way-build up to that sweet crescendo she craved. All of her thoughts were gone; she could only focus on the here and now. The odd-but not unpleasant- feeling of his pocked, Kelpien skin, and the way it felt beneath her thick, leathery fingers.

Dramin shivered as her fingers settled on the raging bulge in his underwear and gently stroked, clearly saving the best for later. Now that they were comfortable it was the best time to explore, find each other's sweet spots... right? It certainly beat Candy dominating the entire night. He let his hands wander her chest for a few more moments before moving his mouth to her left breast and sucking gently on her nipple. Perhaps those holovids he watched occssionally (only occasionally!) would come in useful after all. His hands travelled lower, over her toned stomach and settling on her hips. Was that a little bit of moistness he could see in her panties? Clearly she was as eager as he.

Her strokes became more sure as they moved along, though the pace remained steady and easy. It was nearly as if they were already lovers-they knew the curves of each other's body, and where to kiss and touch and gently bite. Each touch was tentative at first, then more assured as the other gave a positive moan or sound that they were in the right spot. She was fast responding to his touches-the moistness in her lacy underpinnings didn't escape her notice, either. She guided his hand to the waistband of the lacy panty, and then stopped, seeing what he would do. Her own hand slipped inside of his shorts, feeling the soft but textured skin of him below. It was surprisingly long, and thinking about what it promised was an even bigger turn on than whatever his fingers were currently doing.

Min had never felt this sure of himself in his life. Maybe Aimee somehow had that effect on him. She was bold, of course, doing what she liked and exploring and touching as she liked, but she left space for him to do exploring of his own, too. His slender fingers reached gingerly for the waistband of her panties, hesitated for a brief moment and dove in, finding her warm, moist entrance. Oh, my. She really was excited, wasn't she. "You'll have to forgive me. The last and only woman I've had before you didn't give me much freedom." He whispered as he slid one finger into her warmth, then two, and hesitantly went to work. A soft half hum half moan escaped his lips as he felt her grip on his shaft tighten. No going back.

She let out a soft groan as his fingers entered her body. Whatever he was talking about with his previous partner-she didn't care about. "It's Ok. Some women, like some men, are like that. Only care about THEIR pleasure. I find it's more enjoyable if both people-or however many-are feeling good," she said. And she was. She moved her hands more assuredly, using both hands now. They'd move on to bigger and better things soon, but she liked a slow burn.

Both her hands closed around his rapidly hardening length now, and Min let out a noise that was half growl half purr of pleasure. He silenced her with a kiss pressed surprisingly fiercely to her lips as his fingers went to work exploring every inch of her moist, wet insides with renewed passion. The other hand settled on her rear end and began to squeeze the soft, warm flesh. Klingons liked passion and bravery and daring, and he was trying his utmost to deliver. To be good enough for her.

She let out some rather interesting sounds at the man's efforts. She was enjoying it, at least, even if it wasn't as rough as she was normally used to-with other Klingons, of course. She'd learned a quick but unfortunate lesson that with most of the other races, she had to restrain the near-violent nature of her lovemaking a bit. She could still be passionate and demanding, but made sure she stayed just South of a literal wrestle-to-the-near-death of whichever partner she was with. Aimee had no labels for things; she slept with who she pleased to in the moment, irrespective of gender, race, or species.

"Dramin..." she breathed. "A little bit higher, please," she said. Her tone was husky with lust but not demanding. She'd help him learn but also let him be to explore. She placed a kiss on his neck, offering a slight, careful nibble to see how he'd respond.

"Hhh. Aimee..." Dramin felt a jolt of electricity arc through his entire body as her teeth made contact with his skin, causing him to arch his back into her hands. He knew that Klingons liked to bite or scratch as part of the whole lovemaking process, but he'd never expected it to feel so... so... good? It was a weirdly pleasurable feeling, really.

'Higher' could've meant many things, at least in this context. He moved the hand on her rear end upwards, settling it on her hips with a gentle squeeze while pushing his fingers deeper into her. The benefit of long, thin fingers: being able to reach places unreachable by most others. Ha! He pressed himself to her, quietly savoring the sensation of her soft, warm chest pressed into his.

He'd misunderstood, but that was ok-she wasn't clear, and she didn't mind, it still felt nice. She moved the hand that was currently exploring the warm, moist cavern within her slightly higher, closer to that sweet spot that would allow her to see the Heavens above them. She nipped him gently again, noticing that he'd responded positively before. "Dramin... I am going to need you... soon," her words came in short sentences because she was focused on FEELING. She moved to gently push him back.

Min scooted back, wanting to give her a teensy bit of space. That was what she wanted, right? He let his fingers venture just a little bit higher to the spot he thought she wanted him to reach judging by her reaction - and began to gently press and stroke. God, his ears were going to blow out weren't they?

She chuckled a little. "Mmm, that's perfect, Min..." she said, her eyes shut tightly. For someone who said he didn't have much experience, he sure knew what to do with his hands! Her own had trailed off, and she quickly pulled him close to her, aiming his penis into her, and, after a moment, she felt him thrust into her. Yes! Perfect. She let out a short yelp of surprise and then began to move under him.

Aimee was leagues better than Candy indeed. There was something about her insides that seemed to squeeze him like a rolling pin with the intent of milking him dry, and he loved it. His breathing became short, laboured moans of pleasure as she squeezed him dry; he held on to her hips for support. "Ghh. Keep going..." He urged her, "There's no need to hold back...:

She had realized that her usual type of lovemaking wasn't really appropriate for this day-hard and fast at first, the sweet stuff saved for the second round-and instead remembered to stay a bit gentler than she normally would've. Not TOO gentle; she WAS still a Klingon, after all. She squeezed his length as he thrusted with the walls of her pelvis, again controlling the strength and pressure gently but not not so much that either of them felt unsatisfied. The sheer length of him was enough-the rest was just the frosting on the cake. "Min..." She sighed. "A bit harder!" She'd do the rest if he could just keep up the speed and hilt.

Keeping up with her was, admittedly, more tiring than he'd thought, but not unbearably so, and so absolutely worth it. Grasping her hips for support, Dramin did his best to honor her request, burying himself hilt deep inside her with every buck of his hips.

Yes, that was it! She let him know by letting out a few primal grunts, and squeezed harder. Her hands were roaming his body, squeezing, scratching, pressing occasionally, Her hips followed his, and they fell into a rhythm. She'd bring them to a high point soon, but for now? She just enjoyed.

The pleasure was almost too much. Dramin could feel himself being pushed closer and closer and even closer to the tipping point with every movement of her hips, and soon he was growling her name. "Almost there..."

She brought him to his climax, squeezing with her might, as well as thrusting in time with him, and soon, she was close to her own crescendo, as well. "Min, I need..." she could make the words so she simply moved his hand so it was against the swollen collection of nerves, and pressed in. There it was. She growled once, a bit roughly, and then called out. "YES, perfect." MMM. That was...nice.

Dramin hit his peak with a sound that was halfway between a moan and a roar, and he could feel her reach the same crescendo shortly after. Trembling with exertion he lay down next to her and wrapped his arms around her body. There was something quite comforting about simply enjoying her presence and the warmth of her chest against his cheek. "I don't think I can possibly settle for any less than this now." He joked. "You are simply... amazing. I can't get enough..."

Her climax had tumbled out in a spill of noises and fluids and hands flailing about. Still, it had been nice. It'd been a bit but it was just like riding a bike, wasn't it?! She breathed in deeply when he lay down, trembling. "Good, because I am not done with you tonight," she said. She'd let him recover for a minute, then it was back to it.

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