Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Etaski 2010
This story is Star Trek fan fiction, written on request by a reader here on Literotica. Moreover, it is a Pon Farr story. If you don't know what that is, not to worry, it'll be explained.
There are no canon characters used in this story; all characters are original, though I researched canon information on the setting and alien physiology from various Star Trek wikis, particularly Memory Alpha.
A hardcore Trekkie may find something inconsistent with those details, but please bear in mind that this was written by a casual fan, for a casual fan, with the hope that others may enjoy it as well. Thank you.
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Skaun felt the most profound lifting of stress in his life as he relaxed atop Madeleine. Gratitude soon followed and he kissed the back of her neck, noting how strong her scent was at the nape.
Her body was as hot as a Vulcan woman during Pon Farr but her skin was much moister and incredibly soft, delicate even. Even through the fever, he held some fascination in touching her skin. Her breasts were plump and womanly, as were her hips and buttocks; more so than he was used to, perhaps, but on this small human woman, it seemed to suit her.
He was concerned how much water this coupling had used up in her, though. Part of the reason he had taken so long to reach orgasm and had needed to thrust so hard was because she had produced an abundant amount of moisture in her birth canal; it had almost been too slippery. Even now the wetness coated their thighs and around their groins, quickly drying and becoming tacky, and more water was being lost through that soft, much more pervious skin as she sweated. He could detect a light sheen in the moonlight.
If this was normal sexual response for humans, then Earth indeed had an abundance of water.
When he felt and heard her cough softly, he asked, "Do you need your respirator?"
"In a minute," she murmured quietly. "Although I ask, if you're not going to focus, then please take your hand from me?"
Skaun realized she was right; he was still touching the skin beneath wet, curled hair between her legs, mainly because he knew it as the center of Vulcan female pleasure, but also because stroking it caused her birth canal to squeeze pleasurably around him and he thought she liked it. "Does it hurt?"
"No. You're... stimulating me. But not enough."
Of course. If, and then. She'd used the conditional logic. It implied in the same statement that if he did focus, then she wanted him to keep touching her. She would like release, too.
He was beginning to notice how indirectly Madeleine chose to communicate with him.
Though he was softening inside her, he stayed as he was and rested his chin on her shoulder again, closing his eyes and concentrating on her physical responses as he began touching her with focus this time.
She flinched at first, peeped, but did not try to extricate herself. Her body grew hotter and moister again, and she began making more sounds as he continued, which was a little distracting as he tried to listen to her breathing and heartbeat.
Finally, though, he came to the conclusion that her heartbeat was nothing like his, far too slow, and he couldn't use it as a guide. Her breathing was also much quicker, and that was opposite, too. She was trembling in what he thought was a good way but wasn't sure how he could help her find her orgasm if he didn't know her physiology...
"Wait! Do that again!" she said loudly, finally recapturing his attention to the sounds she was making.
Do what again? He repeated the last gesture he remembered.
"Yes! That! Ohhhh!"
Vocal signals were the key part of her ritual? Very well.
Skaun learned that the more rapid and unsteady the breathing, the better, and the higher the moans and bird-like calls, also the better. The Vulcan began meditating on those sounds, letting his hand respond without analyzing it. She had saved his life; if this pleasured her in return, then it was good. Though his penis slipped out of her during this time, she didn't seem to note it beyond a moment as his fingers answered her growing urgency.
"Oh, God....oh, God! Yes...press harder..."
When he did, Madeleine began making noises he'd never heard before from any creature.
Successive, short wails, almost "caws," quickly rose in pitch until it was quite high. Then she shuddered, and shuddered again in near silence, muscles in her abdomen flexing rapidly over and over again as she exhaled on further successive moans, each one lowering in pitch.
It had only taken perhaps fifteen seconds from the time her voice had begun rising to its highest, the shuddering itself about four to five seconds; now she was relaxed. According to her signals, there didn't seem to be a logical reason to keep pressing on her sex, so Skaun pulled his hand away and she sighed without protest, relaxing further.
"Thank you," she breathed. Then coughed.
"And you as well."
The Vulcan shifted off her and leaned back, still on his knees with his pants bunched around them, as he reached for his pack. He had five small containers of clean water, one three-quarters empty. It had been enough to provide him with five days water rations if he needed that much time. At least one container could be considered excess for him, and he was thinking that any excess water should go to Madeleine.
When he offered it, asked her to drink, she protested, shaking her head with a few more dry coughs.
"No, no, I have my own," she said. "I don't want to take yours."
"Your physiology is not meant for extended exposure in a desert, Madeleine," he answered. "I have more than I need, and you have just lost more than you can spare because of me. Drink it."
She was quiet for a moment but took the container. "I'll sip it. Input equals output for me. If I quaff it, I'll just pass it out again sooner. But thank you."
Skaun was interested at her highly informative answer despite himself—he knew his liquid waste was only about half of what he ingested, so that was different— but nodded in acceptance without asking more detail. And she did start sipping it in between coughs and using the respirator to ease her lungs.
He had one scrap of cloth that he could spare for them each to try and wipe off as much of the now-tacky lubricant as possible without using their drinking water for bathing. It wasn't ideal, but not even the human woman suggested such a thing and just accepted the cloth he offered to dry wipe.
He caught her trying to look more closely at whatever was on the cloth without resorting to using her torch lamp.