The BLTS Archive - Yum
by C. Zdroj (czb@comcast.net)

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This bit of silliness sat on my hard-drive for over a
year before I finally decided to publish it in Love and Justice issue
six (2001). This version is slightly longer and more (ahem ...)
detailed than the one that appears there. The time frame is some point
after "His Way," but before DS9's final arc of war stories--not that
this really matters, considering the focus of this twisted little tale
....

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"Food and other everyday 'accessories' can liven up the proceedings of
your lovemaking. Don't be afraid to experiment ..."

-- Joy of Alien Sex
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"I thought you had no sense of taste," said Kira, watching dubiously
as her lover, with excessive care, painted a dainty spiral of whipped
cream around her right breast and then trailed the white substance
down to her navel.

"Not the way you think of it," admitted Odo, "But texture is half of
taste, isn't it?"

"Well, I hope you like the texture of this," she replied, putting her
fingers into a jar of some translucent, golden substance that dripped
invitingly from her fingers. "It's called honey. The color made me
think of you."

She reached out and tentatively dabbed some of it onto his upper body.
Hopeless as an artist, she paused uncertainly as she pondered her next
stroke. In that pause, Odo gasped softly. Kira looked at his face. His
eyes were closed in a look of deep concentration. "Do that again," he
whispered.

Kira looked down at her fingers, then at him, shrugged, and put her
fingers into the jar again. This time, she reached out and made a
generous, wide-arching curve across his chest, liberally smearing the
honey onto his pale skin. Under the pressure of her fingers, Odo let
out a deep sigh and then moaned softly.

Kira stared at him in concern. "You okay?"

"I--that--whatever it is, the texture is just ... amazing."

"Feels kinda sticky to me ..."

"Taste it," whispered Odo.

Now intensely curious, Kira leaned forward and allowed herself to lick
at the honey she'd just applied to his skin. It was pleasantly sweet,
but even better was Odo's reaction to this slightest touch. He was
suddenly very still, and breathing hard. "Oh, Prophets--that feels
good."

Kira looked down curiously at the jar on her bedtable. "You want some
more?"

"If you wouldn't mi--" He stopped mid-word as Kira began, slowly and
sensuously, to liberally coat his skin with the stuff, her at first
tentative and then gradually hungry kisses traveling in its wake, down
his neck, over his nipples, down to his waist, and at last, along the
smooth length of his erect penis. It was all he could do to hold his
shape. The honey, in its texture, was so similar to the flesh of
another changeling that it roused his desire to link like nothing he'd
ever encountered.

And then there was Nerys. He felt the gentle pressure of her fingers,
her lips and tongue as she moved down his body, spreading the stuff
over him, devouring him afterward.

He groaned deeply as he shuddered and abruptly lost control of his
form, shivering into a puddle of golden gel, then rising again and
surging around Kira's body, tasting her the way she'd been tasting
him. The whipped cream did make a difference in texture, made her skin
silky and delectable.

He kissed her all over, with his whole self, sucked at her breasts
until her nipples were as firm and red as Terran strawberries. Kira
moaned, opening herself eagerly, gasping as Odo plunged a generous
portion of his fluid self into the warm space between her thighs.

He was thick and warm inside her, and soon found himself drunk on the
taste and texture of honey and cream mingled with the juices flowing
from her body. Kira thrashed and let out hara-cat yowls as the two of
them went spiraling into one orgasm after another, pulsing and
twisting inside each other and the sweet stickiness that covered them
both.

It was difficult to say exactly when it was over, or just where the
boundaries of their individual bodies lay when they finally came to
rest, co-mingled on the bed, a tangle of limbs and liquid. Eventually,
very slowly and carefully, Odo was able to reform his humanoid shape.
He cast a critical eye over both their bodies, chagrinned to find
himself just about as messily humanoid as he'd ever been.

"So," asked Kira, catching her breath, "was it good?"

"Delicious," sighed Odo, kissing away the last traces of whipped cream
from her inner thigh.

"You were right," she said with an evil grin. "Texture is half of
taste."

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The End