Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newshosting.com!nx02.iad01.newshosting.com!news-feed01.roc.ny.frontiernet.net!nntp.frontiernet.net!nntp.giganews.com.MISMATCH!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "vanhunks" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW VOY "Night Visitor" 1/1 J/m [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 216 Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 20:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1093380902 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 24 Aug 2004 16:55:02 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 16:55:02 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:83029 X-Received-Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 13:55:12 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title : Night Visitor Author : vanhunks Contact: vanhunks@yahoo.com Series : Voyager Rating : NC-17 Codes : J/m Part : 1/1 NEW Date Posted: 24 August 2004 Disclaimer: Paramount owns Voyager and its characters. Warning: For explicit SEXUAL CONTENT and LANGUAGE. Summary: Kathryn needs someone. Someone visits her at night. * NIGHT VISITOR I don't wonder anymore why she called me to her quarters that night. I stepped inside, saw her standing there still in uniform, although it was well past midnight. Maybe it was in the way she stood, or the bleakness in her eyes, or the way her small fists clenched and unclenched at her sides. Maybe it was the absence of the four ranks pips, the last thing I noticed about Captain Janeway's aloof stance - a way of telling me that I was there not as a crewman, but someone she needed. There was a moment - an intense instant that I wanted to kill every man and woman on board for not recognising this woman's need for solace. Maybe in was in the way she remained standing where she was, near the viewport, facing me. As I stood before her, I had that image of being tied to a chair in the cargo bay with this same woman hovering over me, her entire body quivering with anger and outrage as she threatened to kill me. I came here, afraid of her. Seeing her stripped of her guard, that fear fled. Something else took over. She just stood there, wordless in her appeal. Tonight, she didn't want a companion to talk to; she didn't want compassion; she didn't want pity. There was no hurry as I touched her face in a soft, tentative caress. She made no demure. There wouldn't be any protest. There was just that knowledge in me that I was doing the right thing. My thumb grazed her lips and I could feel how they parted under my insistent touch. " Those were exactly the words I heard from her over my comm link. My response, very protocol. Sensing that she was troubled, I gathered the command was not about ship's business. Her lips moved under my thumb, although no words came out. No kissing. I lifted the lightest officer on board Voyager in my arms and carried her to her bed. She buried her face against my chest, her hair falling back. I kissed the top of her head before I lay her gently down. Her hand trailed from my face, away from me, yet reluctant to break contact. Was it a dream? A brilliant, wakening, sleeping dream? Was I on the outside looking in on two people joining, the images in extreme slow motion? Hands caressed her hair, fanned it out over the pillow. Fascinated at the way her breath came in soft, small, quick gasps, I leaned over her, beginning the odyssey of removing her uniform. I could hear the thudding of my own heart, feel the way hers raced as she lay before me. I blinked several times, mesmerized by her naked beauty, the translucent, alabaster skin. My eyes followed my fingers as they trailed paths of burning desire over the peaks of her breasts, to the hollow in her neck, then slowly down over the planes of her stomach. I hesitated near the acutely soft tuft of curls that seemed to tremble in the wake of the movement of my hands over her. "Shhh...." I commanded as she stirred impatiently, gently keeping her hips motionless. I bent down, inhaled her, allowing the smell of femininity to intoxicate me with its swirls of pleasure. My tongue flicked against her, in a quick, exploratory lapping of her sweetness. She didn't wait for me to part her legs. Her body shifted swiftly to allow me full access. I heard her gasp. God, she tasted good. My tongue dipped into her, parted her folds, probed deeply. I wanted to suck her life out of her pussy, caught the lips between my teeth and nipped. Her body writhed. Her hands were on my head; she raised her hips and I thought she was pressing me deeper into her pussy. Then stopped, and a cry came from her. I felt no victory, no boasting of lying with the Captain of Voyager. Standing up, I began to remove my clothes, caught breathless by the way she watched me. I was hard, harder that I had ever been in my life. My cock sprang free as I pulled my pants down and scuffed my boots off at the same time. All the time I kept my eyes on her, maintained the connection. Then I joined her on the bed again, at first lying next to her and caressing her firm alabaster skin with a kind of entranced concentration. When I leaned over to kiss her, she turned her face away, but it was too late to hide the shame in her eyes, or the tears that seeped from them. Her hand gripped mine, guiding it to her pussy. I sighed with relief as I slipped along her length over her, careful not to bear my full weight down on her fragile looking body. For a moment I wondered how the monster size of my cock was going to breach her privacy. She felt tight, unused. I gripped the sides of her head, allowed my cock to lave her pussy. I rubbed insistently against her, glad when I could feel her getting wetter and wetter. When I released her head and touched her hip, she instinctively raised herself. I gripped my cock and pressed the tip against her inviting folds. I was burning up, but still didn't want to hurry. I pushed my enormous tip in, felt how her pussy expanded to accommodate its size. I was too big for her...way too big... Or she was simply too tight. I didn't want to think anymore. My eyes were locked to hers, and when she closed and opened them, it was the signal I needed. I braced her head between my hands, and leaned forward to kiss her. She gave a sob as our lips touched. I tried to blank the shame in her eyes as I pushed my full length into her. Slowly, inexorably I journeyed up her sheath. She was tight, so tight that I experienced a blinding flash of pleasure. Her lips lifted as I gave the final push. Only when I was locked firmly in her did I break the kiss, breathing hard, my nostrils flaring. She took my hands and planted them firmly on her breasts. I moved in her, at first with some pressure because God in heaven, she was so tight, even a little dry in her deepest recesses. But she helped by arching in concert with my thrusting, matching me stroke for stroke as she became wetter, adjusting to my size. She clung to me in helpless abandon as I pumped harder and faster. I gripped her hands and held them above her head, never taking my eyes off her. We fucked like nothing I had known. We spilled, we crashed over the edge and clung to one another in the wake of our orgasm. I sank slowly down the peak into the valley. I gave her only a few minutes to rest, allowing her gasping to return to normal breathing. I was hard again in no time. I rolled on her and this time she was more than ready as I plunged my cock in deeply, no more surprised at the small cries she gave as I began fucking. Sweating, heaving bodies collided in passion until we were spent. We slept in spurts, woke up with her already frigging my cock into stiffness. In breathless ecstasy I mounted her time and again and just kept fucking her in mindless wonder, she climaxing with such force that her body could hardly keep up with her cries. I didn't care. I knew why she wanted this. It didn't matter that she cried out the name of Chakotay every time she climaxed. Her body was attuning to mine as the night wore on. In the early hours of the morning, our bodies joined again. My monster was once again deep in her sheath as if it belonged there forever. Clinging to her, my mouth almost touching hers, she spoke for the first time. "I married them." I didn't have to ask. Her first officer and his Borg. Big wedding, big celebrations, big sacrifices. Why was I the only one who saw the flash of pain when she said, "You may kiss the bride"? I started moving slowly into her giving body, more a solace now than the passion of earlier. Her legs were spread wide, my cock fitting her like a glove by now, and still I kept thrusting even as I said, "I know, Captain..." "They are next door...fucking..." "I know," I said again as pushed in and pulled to my tip, plunging deeply again as she began to weep. The next few minutes only our sounds of sex could be heard as we gasped, grunted, willing our bodies to melt together as one. When it was over, she turned her face away from me. I dressed. I leaned over her to smoothe her hair from her face. "He's a fool, Captain, not knowing you..." When I left, it was picturing her tearful face lit up by a tearful smile and the unspoken invitation that tomorrow night I would come again. *** END vanhunks August 2004 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: