Captain Jean-Luc Picard tossed restlessly about in his sleep. Dreams of attacks on the Federation by it's adversaries such as the Dominion, The Romulans and the Borg filled his head and made his slumbering form wince. His teeth unconsciously gnashed together as he dreamt of Federation ships being destroyed by his enemies photon torpedos and phasers and his fellows dying screams echoed in his ears. With a bloodcurdling yell he sat upright as fast as a shot, beads of sweat dripping from his knotted brow.
"NOOOOOO!!!" he shouted aloud.
His breath was in ragged gasps as he came to the immediate realization that he was having a nightmare.
His fingers unclenched his blanket and he swallowed hard. "My God, another of those fucking dreams where our enemies destroy us!! This is becoming all too frequent, lately," he said softly to himself with a bit of anger tingeing his voice. Jean-Luc was usually in control of situations in his conscious reality such as commanding the USS Enterprise, but at the mercy of his unconscious mind as he dreamt.
Just as he was about to try and get back to sleep his room's hail sounded, alerting him that he had a visitor.
"Captain, it's Counselor Troi, may I come in please?" Jean-Luc seldom turned away guests, especially one of his Officers. "Of course, counselor, please enter." The door opened making an almost undetectable hiss and there in the hall stood Deanna Troi, ships counselor. She was on the same rotation as Picard, so instead of her Starfleet uniform she had on a blue robe that tied in the middle and as far as Jean-Luc could tell, hugged and conformed to her large breasts.
"Captain, I felt an empathic jolt from you as you awoke from your nightmare. I felt the need to come here and see if you were alright." As she strode into the room, Picard turned the lights on to 1/4 their normal luminosity. He replied back, " Thank you for your concern, Counselor, but I assure you I'm fine." He forced a smile onto his lips as his eyes locked together with hers. " Captain, I'm empathic, remember? I can tell you're not doing as well as you say you are. In fact your mind is troubled and that's obvious to even those without my abilities. What's troubling you, sir?"
Jean-Luc then commenced to tell Deanna all of what he had been dreaming of lately: The Federation's enemies destroying them. How he saw The Dominion warriors perpetrating suicide attacks upon Starships.
How he saw Klingons decapitating members of the Federation with their barbaric swords. Of how he viewed a Borg Queen standing over him with a triumphant smirk on her face as her drones assimilated his crew members. He told her in every vivid detail of how he saw their destruction and how deep down it terrified him.
For many moment's it was as if they existed in a vacuum; silence permeated the room and both seemed to be at a loss for words. Picard bit his bottom lip and clenched his pillow, then slowly began to speak. " Damn me for a fool, Deanna, this is all nonsense and I'm sure my fears are unfounded. Merely the paranoia of an old man given substance in dream form, nothing more."
Deanna sat on the end of the bed mere inches from Jean-Luc's legs and looked closer at him. She could see that his shirt was removed and he had a fairly hairy chest. To her, he definitely didn't look bad for his age and she moved closer. "Captain, we all suffer from nightmares, some more than others. In your case it just happened to be your turn and being Captain of the flagship of the Federation didn't make things any easier. In fact it doubled or possibly even tripled the stress you are now coping with. I would recommend taking two days off and doing things which you enjoy and put you at ease." As Deanna was speaking, Picard's eyes were roaming up and down her body. He visualized her naked orbs coated in the 24th century equivalent of babyoil, his hands kneading them and his fingers pinching her nipples playfully.
"I wonder how many times Riker has gotten to suck those luscious beauties.", he thought to himself and chuckled inside.
"Captain?", Deanna said as though she was unsure of something. "Captain are you listening to me?", her voice a bit louder now and her eyes searching for his. Jean-Luc's eye's blinked as though he was awaking for a second time. "Yes.. yes counselor indeed. I will take your sage advice and assign Lieutenant Commander Data to my shift for the next two days. Is there anything else you would suggest?"
Deanna looked at Jean-Luc and said, " Well sir, there is one more thing but it's not not conventional counseling, at least not in any human culture. In my mother's culture, the Betazoids, females performing fellatio on the males has been therapeutic treatment for millennia. I could try that and see if, in addition to the time off, it helps you deal with your stress." Jean-Luc's eyes brightened and a smile filled his countenance.
"That does sound as though it has it's benefits, counselor! Please, by all means, let us try that and see if it lends to my peace of mind."
With one quick motion, Deanna stood up and pulled the covers off Jean-Luc's legs and waist. "Captain!", she said with a slight startle, "you're already hard!" Picard laughed and then offered, " Yes I am!! I have an admission to make, Deanna. Staring at your breasts has given me a ... oh, what's the 20th century Earth slang... a boner! Yes that's it!! I have a boner and it's due to your heaving bosom." Deanna grinned and removed her robe. Underneath she had only a pair of panties the barely covered her mound. They were a deep mauve and as far as Picard could tell with the lights dimmed, the material filled every line of her puffy vaginal lips. His eyes widened and his erection stiffened ever more.
"Oh Captain!", Deanna cooed, "allow me to do something to help you with that!" With the speed of a Vulcan Tiger-Bear she had one hand grasped around the base of his cock and the other rubbing the underside of his hot balls. Picard spread his legs wider and laid back on the bed sprawled.
"Put me in your mouth, Counselor," he said softly. Lick me and suck me like only Riker has dreamed of. Deanna purred and begin to lick the underside of his hard man-meat; her tongue teased and probed up and down with soft licks and gentle nibbles. Jean-Luc closed his eyes and sighed softly as he felt the counselor's tongue go to work on him. She licked the head and then closed her mouth around it, sucking it like a lollipop and putting her tongue's tip through the slit. Picard grunted and Deanna felt her first taste of his pre-cum splash into her mouth. She thought to herself how sweet it was, unlike Will's salty tasting sperm, or bitter like Worf's cum.
She even sucked young Wesley Crusher off once on his 18th birthday but sadly his cum didn't have any flavor at all that she could detect.
