The BLTS Archive - Elevators And Dragons
by R. Schultz (cousindream@aol.com)

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NOTE!!!! For those who do not recall, Doctor Elizabeth Dehner (played
by Sally Kellerman) was the psychiatrist assigned to the Kirk
ENTERPRISE for the episode "Where No Man Has Gone Before". She was
referred to as Frigid Liz, and died in the last minutes of the story.

Valeris was the treacherous Vulcan Lieutenant who Spock uncovered as
the one who helped kill the Klingon Ambassador. She was played by Kim
Cattral, at present known for her role in "Sex In The City". The
relatively lowly rank held by Valeris after a span of something close
to thirty years could be explained by a generational-long sabbatical
from Starfleet service. Such a gap seems to have been common amongst
Fleet Vulcan personnel.

Disclaimer: All Trek belongs to Paramount and ViaBorgCom. This story
is mine under Berne Copyright Laws. 11,000 words long. Written
September, 2002, for the Round VIII of the FFF.

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There was a shriek, as the lights went out, then silence.

The Vulcan yelled in the darkness. "Find a railing or a strap and
hang on to it! Immediately!!"

The darkness panicked me, and I screamed. That scream was drowned out
by another mechanical shriek from nowhere. Then the elevator shook.

If that's what you want to call it. I'd seen a ratter dog seize a
large rodent like that, once, back in Kentucky. He got it by the back
and broke its back as it bit through the terrified screaming
creature, shaking it viciously all the while.

Then it was over, whatever 'it' was. Cells of emergency lighting went
on and I stared at the ceiling of this .... capsule. I was on my back
and my legs were bent and against a pile of the freight. I rolled,
discovering my legs worked and were without major trauma.

When I sat up and put my back against the freight, I realized my
giddiness was because I weighed the tinniest fraction of what I had
weighed moments before. Correction. I was in zero-G. Instead of
sitting up, I was on a slow glide to the ceiling.

Disorientation almost made me vomit, until I suppressed my body's
confusions and initiated zero-G disciplines. After some seconds I
almost bumped this ceiling, and took the opportunity to steady myself
and take stock.

"Are you functioning normally?" a voice came from my rear. Using a
hand against the ceiling as a fulcrum, I turned, discovering the
Vulcan girl holding on to the webbing of one of the larger freight
groupings.

"Yes ... yes, I am. Frightened and at a loss to explain anything, but
functioning normally. And yourself?"

She looked down her body with a neutral and very cool glance. Then she
said; "Both my legs are broken mid-thigh and my left one is also
broken below the knee cap. I require medical assistance. As you are a
Lt. Commander wearing Sciences blue and are wearing a Medical
Tricorder, it follows you are a Doctor. Are you a person qualified to
assist the injured?"

"Damned right I am," I stated. "I'm a Fleet Psychiatrist." Wondering
if she knew what that meant, even if she was Vulcan.

She did.

"A psychiatrist is a medical Doctor whose medical specialty is that of
diagnosing and treating societal and mental aberrations. How fortunate
for me."

Some time I'd like to tell her the definition of psychiatry is that of
an infectious disease originating in Vienna, Circa 1900 A.D., with
most of humanity now in remission.

We were in a zero-G environment, and something had drastically
malfunctioned in our elevator, our vehicle. She had multiple fractures
and she considered herself fortunate. I guess Vulcans were as cool as
legend claimed.

I swam over, using standard zero-G techniques. The same I learned in a
Clay County river. I dog-paddled.

The Vulcan was an Academy Cadet, which meant an entirely inappropriate
amount of shapely leg was displayed for me.

I hoped the powers that be at Fleet GHQ didn't get stupid and mandate
crew women on the Starships wearing short dresses as uniform. To a
male view and mine they looked lovely, prancing about with all that
female flesh showing. But standard trousers would be ever so much more
efficient.

I drew myself alongside the Cadet, running my skilled hands over her
legs. Nice legs. Short, but nice and muscular.

"Any pain?"

"A great deal. Here, here, and here," she pointed with a finger.

No reaction showed in her face as I carefully palpated the areas
indicated, finding puffiness beginning to form. Broken, all right. As
she had indicated. My Tricorder explained the fractures were four in
all. The two in the left femur were a decameter apart, the other two
were simple lateral breaks.

"Are you able to be sedated or given local anesthetics?"

She stated she was Vulcan and had already surmounted her pain. I
replied that the bodies musculature sometimes followed its own
patterns in major trauma, and being relieved of pain meant they did
not spasm on their own and cause complications.

After that she stated five medical pain killers Vulcans might safely
use. I retrieved two differing pain killers from my med kit, and
injected them into her legs. One mild one to provide over-all relaxant
and ease of mind, and the local to blank out her pain.

Being Vulcan I presumed she would have enough sense not to test her
legs just because they didn't hurt any more. She agreed, once I had
asked.

The Vulcan had her Communicator out in response to a beep, speaking
clearly in response.

"This is Cadet Valeris, in the disabled Mons Olympus Elevator vehicle.
May I ask who is speaking?"

Polite and cool. "This is Manheim, Assistant Administrator of COCHRANE
Station, above you. We request a status report, please."

"We are two humanoids, both in functioning or almost functioning
order. I am Cadet T'Plawn Valeris, and with me is a Fleet
Psychiatrist."

"Doctor Elizabeth Dehner," I supplied. "Cadet Valeris has suffered
multiple fractures of her legs and is NOT, I repeat, NOT fully
functioning. She is bleeding internally and requires proper
assistance. Will you please transport us out, please?"

"But its not immediately life threatening? Good, we'll get to you in
a minute or two. We've a lot of problems at present. You're not
forgotten. Just not at the head of the immediate list. Understood?"

"Affirmative," the Vulcan replied. Very Academy. Very Strak.

"Aren't you the least bit curious as to what happened?" I asked the
dark-haired girl under my arms.

"A malfunction," she answered. "For present that is sufficient
information."

"Care to make a guess? Did some of the cable break?"

"Vulcans do not guess. The cable is buckminsterfullerene 3, Carbon
760. It does not break."

She looked out one of our four viewing windows. "Some facts are
attainable, however.

"We are falling."

That was immediately scary, but training made me keep my face neutral.
"I do not detect that. The elevator's display to our left has held
steady for the few minutes I have noticed it."

"It is in error," Valeris said. "I can see the horizon. Mathematics
provides observable data.

"Martian circumference is 40,000 kay. The Academy teaches us to round
off numbers for easier mental calculation.

"At the height indicated by the elevator display, the apparent curve
of the planet should be, at root sixteen, and square root is height
times radius, and answer is 13 minutes 44 minutes, two seconds.

"The apparent arc is 13, 41 and approximately fifty.

"We are apparently falling at the rate of two hundred klicks a second.
Which is normal for this near-Mars environment."

"We're falling?" I asked, firmly sitting on my panic.

"You are disturbed," she stated. "This is normal free fall. It will
take some two sidereal hours and twenty-one minutes to impact the
surface, at this rate of fall.

"We are in contact with authorities who could be transporting us out
at this second, if they were not already in a state of confusion and
very human panic. We are in little danger.

"In addition, we are being braked slowly by the incremental inertia
stoppage system inherent to the elevator. In all probability this
elevator will be brought to a complete stop well above the
thousand-kilometer mark."

She raised a hand and stopped us from gently reaching the ceiling. "We
are being braked, Doctor. It is not apparent, but we are being
braked."

I must have looked confused.

"First Law, action and reaction. If they attempted to immediately stop
our downward motion, systems would automatically fail." She tilted her
head to gaze in my eyes. Pretty eyes.

"You're not an Academy graduate, are you, Doctor?"

"No," I smiled back. "I'm just a Doctor. I'm not into all that
wonderfully intricate hard science all you Cadets are exposed to on a
daily basis."

Silence, while we floated. Waiting for the transporter to take us out.
Looking to the side I saw my two small crates were apparently all
right. I hoped they'd survive the trip down.

"You find me attractive, Doctor."

"Excuse me?" I temporized.

"You observed me closely while we were on the Station, and again since
we were on this elevator. You have female lovers, and were
anticipating having the use of my younger body in a sexual encounter."

"I am a Doctor, a psychiatrist, here to do a job. Not to pick up alien
females. You are mistaken."

She tilted her head again, looking at me.

"Because we are logical, the female half of the Vulcan species is well
acquainted with sexual contact between women. We are forced to find
physical gratification in this manner. It is logical."

This Cadet casually spoke of the great Vulcan mystery. If only I could
get this one to blab a little, my reputation could be made. I've
already got a few hypothesis' and it matches others I've heard. But to
get it straight from the horses mouth, so to speak ....

"Why is that?" I innocently asked.

"You shall have to ask for that information from a male of our
species, Doctor. "Suffice it to say we are all acquainted with lesbian
sexuality. It is no longer a sin and a crime in your federation, but
homosexuality is yet considered deviant sexual behavior. It would be
damaging to your career to openly espouse lesbian behavior. Am I not
correct?"

I did not answer. She took my silence for assent. This was obvious
because she took my hand and put it on her upper thigh, close to her
groin.

Then she moved my hand until it was in contact with her sex.

"I am one Vulcan female who has felt little or no desire to mate with
a male of my species, Doctor.

"What is your familiar name or nickname? Humans enjoy being addressed
in this manner. Illogical, but humans need this 'human' familiarity."

"Liz," I said. "You may call me Liz. And maybe I'll call you Sugar."

She spread her legs as I adjusted my hand to where it could cup her
sexual parts with my fingers. That brought me closer to her face, and
she put a hand behind my head to guide my mouth to hers.

"Kiss me, Liz. I enjoy kissing human women. It is a pleasant habit I
have acquired from other homosexual human women in and around the city
of San Francisco."

With a wonderfully poetic request like that, how could I resist?

She waited for me to initiate things, but I was butch enough to like
doing that. I kissed, then I backed off enough to lick her lips,
slowly, one at a time. When we kissed again, either my hot lips, or
the way I was massaging her through her few clothes, there, was making
her groan.

Vulcans responded after all!

We returned to kissing, our tongues touched, then I fought hers. At
the same time I'd snaked my hand between her and her panties and was
opening her sex cleft with the side of my hand. Then the palm of my
hand was rubbing her mound and clit and wet puffy labes.

Her hands were pinching her nipples vigorously, which was necessary,
considering she had to work through her clothes in order to feel
anything at all.

Her legs were spread wide, her knees were up, and I pushed two fingers
into her. It felt wonderful to feel them clutched and welcomed in the
tight Vulcan vagina. Valeris began to groan.

It was the situation, I'm sure. We could be transported at any second,
we were in an emergency situation, and we didn't dare remove any of
our clothes.

Maybe those Cadet skirts weren't so impractical after all. At least
not for quickee sex.

The vixen bitch bit my tongue!

I pulled back, surprised and hurt, cursing her. Then I realized she
was coming.

She groaned long and soft, her hips jerking on my three impaling
fingers. There was no way I was going to be able to withdraw those
fingers until she was done. Her hands held me there, come hell or high
water, and that was that. Tales of Vulcan strength were apparently
true.

For minutes she groaned, and I could smilingly appreciate each
orgasmic convulsion as her delightfully tight wet pussy clamped and
loosened on my invading fingers. Her cuntal opening was like an
independently living beast, a flower opening and closing on my
fingers.

Eventually she gave a long groan, and hunched slightly away from my
hand. I took the hint her body gave me, and eased my fingers out of
her, and out into the open air of the elevator.

She groaned again, her eyes open in a very human pose. Evidently
Vulcans weren't quite so alien when it came to good sex, sex, any sort
of sex.

I sucked my wet fingers into my mouth, enjoying both the scent and the
taste. A hint of cranberries, I thought. Thinner than human female
come, but also with a spice of a few odd chemicals as an aftertaste.
Delightful, I decided. Faintly sharp.

Valeris almost smiled at me as she reached out for my hand. She was
sucking my fingers when we both felt the white fuzzy buzz of
transport.

The Transporter jockey saw only two females, fully clothed, holding
each other. Standard, for an emergency situation.

He then made a site to site, taking her directly to the Station
sickbay. I followed on foot. I wasn't about to lose this one that
easily, if I could help it.

Besides, how many other people could truthfully say they'd had sex
with a Vulcan? She intrigued me. And I wanted to let her know my
nickname in some circles was Hot Lips, and tell her why.

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Valeris came on me while I was directing two robots and a pair of
volunteer Martians. Juan, Karlos, two robots and I were making a
Dragon. My two crates had made it down in top condition, and both
servo-complexes were now installed.

I probably heard her boot steps first, but I turned to look up at her.
Short she might have been, but she had nice legs. And besides, we had
something special. We'd made love on an elevator between heaven and
Mars.

Making us both members of the thousand-kilometer high club.

This particular psychiatrist wanted to get to know her better, so she
gave the Vulcan her most winning smile.

"Hello, Valeris," I said. "Welcome to the Wizard's Workshop. Would you
sit a while? I'd like to talk, I've a few questions, I'd like to show
off my Praktikal Magik, and what are you doing for Halloween?"

She looked at me for a second, before replying. "I am comfortable
standing."

"I am not," I returned. "Looking up gives me a crick in my neck." With
that I patted a piece of tarmac next to me. She looked down, then
folded herself into a perfect lotus beside me. She did it as if she
had no bones, making me instantly envious.

"What do we have to talk about?" she asked. As she was the one who
came out here to the unfinished vehicle garage, we had quite a good
deal to talk about, obviously.

"Many things," I said. "Where and when we can get together again, for
starters. I want to do delightful things with you, don't you want to
do them with me?"

"Yes."

After a few seconds I realized she was not going to elaborate.

Vulcans.

Changing the subject for the moment, I said; "I've learned exactly
what happened yesterday, to the elevator. Have you heard?"

"Yes."

Silence.

"A hundred-and-eighty-seven-kilo piece of extra-galactic material
struck Mars in the Olympus Mons caldera," I said. It impacted at many
kilometers per n square square, and did damage to important elements
of the Arthur C. Clarke Elevator assembly.

"They have estimated it came from an extra-Galactic source. It might
have been on its way to hit Mars for fourteen million Terran years
duration.

"It was originally a two-kilo carboniferous fragment of a planet that
was - maybe - broken up in the accretion disk of a black hole.
Ordinary coal. The original rock came from a planet that once held
life." I already found enjoyment in using imprecise words to a Vulcan.

"They have found fossilized leaf patterns remaining in the innermost
core of the object," I elaborated.

"How .... strange," I said. "Some planet far away developed life long
ago, and it was probably destroyed by a black hole. And it landed on
Mars, just in time to scare the hell out of me and hurt you. Don't you
find that bizarre?"

"Yes."

Silence.

Vulcans.

"I thought we had protocols to map and intercept large sky objects?"

This she answered.

"The object's trajectory brought it in at right angles to the plane of
the ellipse. As most of Sol's spatial debris is in the band centering
on the Zodiac, the object was undetected until it had penetrated to
within four thousand kilometers of the surface of the Olympus Mons.
The robot defenses were only able to split it into approximately five
equal pieces. These pieces shook the entire Mons when they struck."

Silence then.

Vulcans.

"Then the problem was shock-waves?"

"No."

More silence.

"What then?"

"EMP, Electro-Magnetic Pulse occurred. There was a sudden peak
overload in the elevator assembly, and it shut down until it could be
reinitialized." Practically a speech, in Vulcan terms.

Leaning in to her, I accidentally laid my hand on her thigh, then
brought it around to the small of her back. For that she attained the
appearance of interest. She looked at the two human-stock Martians,
judging distance and probable sound-carrying characteristics of the
garage air.

"You wish to engage in further copulation," she stated. In a tone of
voice which, I'd have bet my Creds on, did not carry to the ears of my
voluntary assistants.

"Didn't I say that before?" I leered.

"No," she said.

Silence.

Obviously there were a few habits one had to allow for, when dealing
with Vulcans. However cute they might be, they could be maddening.

"Yes," I replied. "I desire to lay that cute body of yours down and
fuck the hell out of you. Your place or mine?"

"I am not possessed by your human western-style Satan. I am in full
control of my mind." Okay, the use of the word hell was ill-advised.

"Furthermore, as I am a Cadet, I reside in temporary quarters at the
BOQ.

"Therefore we must copulate at your place. Is this correct?"

Obviously pillow talk was not going to be a strong suit in our
relationship.

"Speaking of which, do you know what tonight is, in human western
culture?" Naturally she just gave me a blank look.

I hoped she would prove to be a superior minx. Something to overcome
the high irritation level she presented me with.

"Tonight is Halloween, adjusted for North American sidereal time.

"At the stroke of midnight, according to tradition, all the
supernatural and devilish creatures of the night cut loose and have
fun." Good, by the nod of her head, she obviously knew what fun was. I
no longer expected any other response.

The things I do to bed a cute female.

"Goblins and ghostlies, and things that go bump in the night. Evil
creatures, scary things, and such. Covens of Witches, both male and
female, have their meetings on this night. All Hallows Eve, Walpurgis
Nacht in the old German.

"Traditionally they are supposed to ride around on broomsticks and
dance naked and copulate and do generally devilish things.

"That is precisely what I intend to do tonight," I said. Mentally
assigning high importance and probability to the copulation part.

With that I gave a wave towards the immense misshapen lump in the
center of the garage floor. "Fly around and such."

For once she rose to the bait.

"Exactly what do you construct? its patterns are unfamiliar to me. It
is not a flier or flic, or shuttle craft. It has wings. You cannot fly
this in the thin atmosphere of mars."

"This is ....." Pause for effect.

"A Dragon."

"Barring the largest flying animals to be found on Locus Theta II,
there are no such creatures as Dragons."

"In that case, I shall be riding a myth tonight. Would you care to
join me?"

At least I've sown confusion in her face.

"I'm a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism," I explained.
"We enjoy ourselves by recreating historical times and occurrences, or
mythological ones.

"We hold Medieval European Fairs and Carnivals, stage mock historical
battles, march around as Roman Legionnaires, discover America in round
leather boats launched from Ireland, senseless things that give us
pleasure.

"Last year a few of us landed on Terra's Moon in our replica of the
Eagle One. This year a trio of our Viking Long Boats filled with
enthusiastic Viking Warriors raided the coast of Normandy, in France,
Europe.

"We hold fairs throughout Terra, all the time.

"Once, a hundreds-strong army of us were dressed as a medieval Chinese
army that invaded Vietnam and were defeated by an army of Vietnamese
patriots led by three valiant maidens.

"We even re-write history. An army of Inca's defeated Pizarro and kept
the Spanish from conquering South America. At least, that's what our
re-enactment did.

"We do things like that for entertainment and because we are able to
do them. its all great fun. That's our intent. To have lots of fun."

I think she was impressed. Whether by our activities or our insanity,
I couldn't guess, and wasn't about to ask.

"Which brings us to the here and now. Myself and two Martian members
of the Society are building a Dragon.

"Actually its just a modified shuttle, or an elaborate flier, but
its designed to fly, and that's the important thing."

For this I stood, rising to my (I hoped) impressive height.

"Juan? Karlos?" I asked my help. "Are we ready to initiate warming-up
procedures? Then back up about fifty meters, give Silver here a little
room, and let's try it out a little."

The Robots, being A.I. creatures, also left the immediate vicinity of
my steed. They weren't stupid enough to allow themselves to come to
possible harm.

I pulled my Magic Wand from its protective sheath, and waved it in
the air in arcane passes. I spoke a few mumbo-jumbo phrases in sync
with the flourishes, muttering additional nonsense words, and then
made a sudden wave.

It stood.

It was not a robot or a flier. It was becoming a Dragon.

It stood on its four legs, and it unfolded its great leathery wings
with a chilling snap. With sinuous grace it looked about itself, claws
marking the tarmac, its baleful head curving and bending. its eyes
glowed, and when it opened its mouth, a brief curve of flame belched
from its maw. It crouched, casting hungry and happy glances towards
Valeris and myself.

It was no longer a something. its name was Silver and it lived!

My goodness sake, this was beyond my fondest hopes!

It almost flapped its great wings. Looking about, gauging the low (to
it) ceiling, judging its close quarters, it contented itself with
flexing them. Then spreading them out in an eighty-five meter arc.

its skin was composed of thousands of dully gleaming scales, and its
taloned claws looked steely hard, wicked and deadly.

It was a Dragon, a gray-green leathery-skinned Dragon, and it looked
at me with intelligence in its hot molten eyes.

The intelligence might be programmed in, but it looked the part!

I indicated Valeris should follow me, and she did. Did I detect
hesitation in her gait? I sincerely hoped so.

My helpers also scuttled forward, full of Ooohs and Aaaahs and wonder.
They were the ones who had assembled the components, they and the
robots, but even they were impressed.

They better be impressed. An awful lot of Daddy's Credits were used to
build this fancy shuttle-craft.

The independent positronic self-articulated wing assemblies alone cost
a Commodore's salary. Add the dozen integrated A.I.-grade Computers
controlling the entire craft and it came to a small fortune.
Over-riding command was invested in the rider, and the assembly was
slaved to the concept that it must always maintain the illusion of
appearing to be a living, breathing, fire-belching Dragon of legend.

When the Federation preached that it had done away with the need for
money, they had, for the necessary things of life. Anything like this
toy required more than a little money.

Daddy could afford ten dozen simulacra like this. I considered it all
as accounts receivable for services rendered.

And me his only daughter, to boot.

I purposefully buried my hate and instead externalized it into open
admiration for this specialty craft.

The Dragon respected me as its mistress. its Programming held its
responses tighter than any medieval witchery ever could a real Dragon
or Demon.

With a loud hiss, the Dragon moved its long-necked head out of my
way, and lifted a wing so Valeris and I could walk to its middle. It
recognized me as She Who Must Be obeyed.

There was a simple platform there, apparently tied to its middle as
if it were the saddle on a Terran horse.

"This is my riding platform. I'll sit or stand here, and direct the
Dragon while we swoop and dive and do other nifty flying things. It
all promises to be a lot of fun. For me. And a passenger, if she'll go
flying with me.

"Will you please go flying with me tonight? Would you join me on
Silver? That's his name. Do say yes, please?"

"This unwieldy vehicle has safeguards." Not a question.

"Oh my, yes, it has safeguards. Every conceivable safeguard." To
myself I thought I might be crazy, but not suicidal.

"It has its own inertial dampener field, a vacuum impeller field and
a standard encapsulating force field, full barrier whilst in flight.

"Furthermore, and this is the best part, it'll feel as if Magik is
keeping us safe and firmly glued to the surface of our rider's
platform. We can loop-de-loop and Immelman and stand on a wing and
never look forward to falling out of our vehicle.

"It'll be as safe as riding the Orbit Elevator."

I simply HAD to throw that one in.

I felt wonderful, between looking on my dream steed and smelling the
dry scents of my beautiful Vulcan. Valeris was not complaining about
my wandering hand, though she did look up at me once when I switched
from her near side to the other, via her butt.

Nice buns on her. I could imagine her sitting in front of me, on this
Dragon. Her pressing that body into mine, pressing back into my
searching hands. Both of us enjoying the black midnight sky of Mars
where air reaches vacuum status. Us both moaning while I caressed her.

"So I'm asking you again, Cadet, would you please ride with me
tonight?" No immediate reply.

Vulcans.

Juan, the nearest Martian volunteer reminded me I promised them both a
ride.

"No problem," I said. "How about now? Are you willing to go now? We
could literally drop in at the Luckenwalde Ramada, land on the roof or
even drop you in the swimming pool. Whatever appeals to you. What an
entrance, right?"

Excepting the re-enactor wing, Anachronism is all about theater, not
historical accuracy, when you come right down to it. We try to be
authentic, but its still enjoyable stagecraft.

My helpers had to get into their Barsoomian costumes first. Which
included extra arms (which were independently and robotically
articulated), draped fur clothes, a club and sword, and blue skin.
They were going to the Burroughs Barsoomian Convention in appropriate
attire as fictional Martian warriors.

While they went off to dress up for their own gathering, I backed
Valeris up against my Dragon and learned how well Vulcans kissed, or
how badly.

Not bad. Not Quadrant class, but not bad. Once she began making
interesting noises deep in her throat, I knew Vulcans weren't such
cold fish as legend implied. For a little while I had been wondering
if I had imagined her passions while we were on the elevator.

I could learn to really be enthusiastic about these short skirts for
the female Cadets. I was already enthusiastic about how they permitted
my hands to crawl up and down her belly and thighs.

Valeris liked that. My hands on her body. She may have been Vulcan,
but she was also all lesbian.

"Doctor Dehner," she whispered in my ear. "You are engaging in lesbian
sex play in an environment where we might be discovered at any second.
Is this additional element of danger exciting to you?"

"Uuhh huh," I mumbled, my mouth busy on her throat at the time.

"It is impelling a heightened sense of sexual anticipation in me as
well.

"This is satisfactory."

Vulcans.

"Would you like for me to make you come?" I asked. My hand was already
in her panties and enjoying her wet groin.

"Yes," she said.

Silence.

Vulcans.

Her hips spoke volumes, however. She was groaning in pain, and her
groin was being fed into my hand at an amazing rate of speed. She
liked being masturbated, no doubt about it. It was all I could do to
keep up with her jerking body.

Maybe it was Vulcan mind control over her body, maybe she hadn't been
laid for a few weeks, maybe she loved me. You couldn't know, none of
the tells for a human woman were there. Excepting the goddamned
fantastic speed with which she was hurtling up her personal slope to
an obviously sharp orgasm.

Nothing Vulcan about the way she was wetting my hand. This was a
female hungry for another woman's touch.

She lost all that damned Vulcan haughty disdain as she worked herself
against my rubbing palm. She made incoherent noises and spoke guttural
(I think) Vulcan curses in my ear. Her reserve had vanished, and her
fingers dug deeply into my arms and shoulders. She was being very
un-Vulcan.

I absolutely totally loved it. I wanted to scream in her ear for her
to come for me, for her to go blind, for her to faint, for her to know
I loved her.

With her twisting and feeding herself to my hand I realized I'd
already moved from point A, where I wanted her tight body, to point G,
where I wanted to spend eternity doing things to and for her.

I always was a sucker for a pretty face.

On the Elevator, she had come quickly, and hard. It must have hurt to
come that hard so fast, but here she was, back for more of the same. I
gave it to her.

Did Vulcans normally have such fast intense orgasms? Who knew? They
weren't telling.

Not that my technique was anything to brag about. I just kept my palm
welded to her groin, her clit, her wet juicy sex, and enjoyed the
fast-pulsing ride.

She kissed like a wanderer trying to suck water out of a stone. She
jerked and spasmed and her hips never stopped bucking. She bit my
shoulder, and drew blood right through my tunic, shirt and
under-blouse. Vampire Vulcans.

It was SUCH an incredible high, holding her, servicing her, watching
all the irritating Vulcan distance disappear in her sweating fever of
an orgasm. And all I did was give her a little hand jive.

I wondered how she'd be when I got to toss this perfect little body in
a bed and spend a few hours tasting and licking her. She might be the
death of me.

I might be the death of her? No, she said she'd had other human
lovers. Did they die of ecstasy?

Still, what a way to go.

I was holding her, stunned, letting her slide down her slope whilst
still in my arms. Whispering nonsense words in her ear, while
caressing her face and throat. Also feeling the sensual rush of
caressing her thighs and belly and ass and slick slimy groin.

I moved her clothes so that I could see what her delightful pussy
looked like apres sex. She looked divine. I wanted to bury my face in
her and make obscene noises and insane love.

I adored the way her straight black groin hairs fit close to her mound
at this moment. Soft straight hairs, not at all curly and coarse.
Another few seconds and I would have pulled her panties down about her
knees and began licking and drinking that wonderful cunt.

We stood barely millimeters apart when sounds awoke me to the return
of my volunteer helpers. I might have known the famed Martian
efficiency included speed in costume changing.

The surprise was the three who followed them back into the empty
parking garage. It was two Witches and a Warlock.

"Andreata! Marlis! Becky! its great seeing you again," I gushed at
them. I ran to meet them, heading them off. A little diversion to
allow Valeris to regain the famed aloof Vulcan demeanor. Besides
which, I was genuinely happy to greet two Anachronists from my own
Appalachia Chapter.

Dark-skinned Becky greeted me, she made a moue, saw Valeris standing
alongside the Dragon, and smiled in my face. She casually brought my
hand up to hold it and inhale the scent of female come. Her leer told
me she knew everything. But that was okay. Her husband might not know,
but I knew she did girls once in a while.

After all, we'd first met at "The Upstairs", in Paducah.

I stood back to admire the costumes and flying brooms. They each had a
big archaic straw broom, with a saddle strapped to it, obediently
floating behind them like a hound dog looking for a pet on the head.
About a meter off the ground, the brooms were devotedly following
their mistress' and master.

The brooms were also occupied by the obligatory familiar sitting on
the front end of it. They were a shiny-furred lemming, a mink, and a
sable. All three fidgeting slightly, all probably enhanced, and
twitching their tails. Their intelligent eyes gleamed as they looked
at me.

Personally I'd have preferred a nice black cat, but exotic familiars
were ever so much more theater.

Marlis waved his broom forward to let me look at his new mount, and
new pet familiar, the lemming. His name was Yani.

"Nice," I purred at Marlis, running my hands over the shaft of the
broom. "The new Toyota 220?"

He nodded, possessively petting his familiar, who arched its neck
against his hand.

"Fully encapsulated against 20,000 KPM winds and shear, and one to 900
vacuums. It can reach 500,000 KPMinute in level flight in a vacuum,
and the Force Field will withstand eight million Kinetic.

"It can tach in the 100,000 range for over five hours, and can go from
zero to ten thou KPM in fifteen kays. its inertial's never let you
feel more than two and a quarter G's."

Proud of his new little toy. That's all right. I was proud of mine.

The three swarmed all over my Dragon, my Silver, petting it and asking
questions about its performance and capabilities.

We were all typical North American Anachronists. All very much in love
with our technological wizardry.

Andreata, Becky, and Marlis also flaunted their costumes for me.
Marlis had an iridescent night-green cowled ankle-length front-bind
robe with the standard signs of the Zodiac, planets and moons picked
out in green and platinum embroidery. Quite impressive.

Andreata and Becky wore the typical witch's black dresses with pointed
hats, with quite a lot of cleavage. If you got 'em, flaunt 'em. They
also had the Appalachia Coven's rose and blue shoulder patches sewn
on.

With a quick pat on their rumps, I also made sure they were
authentically nude under those long gowns.

Mine was an almost exact copy of theirs, minus the cleavage. I could
have had a bit more chest than I did, but if I hadn't been born with
'em, I didn't feel the need to add on. This far they didn't seem to
have disappointed anyone. Not even any of my periodic men had
complained.

I introduced Valeris to everyone, telling them she would be riding
with me tonight. Valeris objected to my stating that, as she had not
yet agreed.

I asked her again, and she said she'd come if her senior officer at
the BOQ said she could do so. Oh yes, I had every intention of making
sure she had a come or two.

A few words on the Communicator, and all was arranged. I assumed all
Vulcans picked nits like that.

The order of the day then became walking Silver about with all of us
sitting on its back. It was a little cramped with seven humans and
three brooms with familiars on the saddle platform, but we didn't
mind. I switched on the force field. Then we evacuated the air in this
part of the garage. I could read the virtual onboard instruments
display, and all systems were affirmative. Mars EQCommuter Net gave us
a green on projected flight plan, and I felt we were committed.

We cautiously moved the Dragon outside, into the nearly perfect vacuum
atop Mons Olympus. I let it stride about first, letting everyone enjoy
the rolling gait of a living beastie. Then I hit the virtual command
button, and it began to flap its mighty wings.

We were up!

It was working, it was working!

Even I was thunderstruck as it lifted, apparently by the usage of its
leathery wings. I'd have to do something about the ear-splitting snap
of its wings, though.

First we gained altitude, and then we glided down the face of the
gigantic dormant volcano. The only thing missing was our hair being
blown back in the breeze as we easily reached nine hundred KPH.

I interfaced with Master Computer about air circulation over the
saddle area, and we were soon facing into a strengthening 'breeze' as
our downhill speed increased. Nothing uncomfortable, just ....
authentic feeling.

Computer also muffled the irritating 'snap' from the wings. Mars
Master EQCommuter Net made us climb once we'd reached a point half-way
down the mountain, and it was then I noticed there wasn't the feeling
of motion. Which meant further conversation with Master Computer.

After that, when we swooped, or maneuvered, or climbed, we felt a
small fractional 'G' force pulling or pushing us in the proper
counter-direction.

I put on a little speed, and I felt my body pushed back, just a little
bit. And the 'wind' lifted my hair and made my eyes squint. Have to
get eye protection to wear if we were going to do much speed flying.
Archaic style aviator's goggles, of course.

Soon we had reached the Burroughs Convention site, and we banked over
the Ramada, letting everyone enjoy my Dragon. The two helpers each got
a kiss from me, and then they dived from atop Silver into the grand
pool on the west side.

Their make-up, costumes, all were water safe, so they could look
forward to being wet, but still in costume as they wandered amongst
their friends and fellow enthusiasts.

Karlos and Juan would remember me, I think. Last night had definitely
been fun, even if they were just men. Such sweethearts they had been.
I was their first anal, to boot.

If some of my Starfleet associates from HQ Command could have seen me,
they'd have lost their teeth. Just because I had a problem interacting
with Alpha-Alpha males was no reason for them to call me the Iceberg,
or Frigid Liz.

Fulfilling my own mental expectations, Juan and Karlos talked me down
onto the south lawn. Where the Barsoomians swarmed over my Dragon.
Silver'd hiss at the occasional side fondling, give a stinking belch
of sulfurous heat, clawed the lawn to pieces, and was absolutely
perfect.

A few of the Burroughs people even knew who the original Silver had
been. Everyone else had to settle for quick answers. Such as how
Silver was the Lone Ranger's horse. Let 'em look up Lone Ranger to
find out he was.

After that I began giving short rides to a few groups, beginning with
those few who were also Anachronists. I felt bad about abandoning
Valeris to her fate until I saw Becky and an unknown Martian girl
pulling the Cadet inside and away from the crowd. The Martian couldn't
keep her hands off my Vulcan. Valeris had waved to me, then
disappeared.

Well, she at least, was going to enjoy the Barsoom Con. It appeared
that Valeris was going to be sampled a time or two before I got to
her. So be it.

I might not be the first, but I could be the next.

It was exciting taking up small groups of Barsoomians. They were all
properly appreciative of my toy, and shrieked when I took Silver
straight up or straight down, or did Immelman's or turned on one wing.
They clutched each other while screaming, and wished for day-long
flights. Silver was the closest anyone could get to a roller-coaster
ride on Mars. They all loved it.

I had to quash at least three incipient hi-jackings by pointing out
the Computer was signatured only to me.

It was exhausting, actually. As well as a blast. I wasn't accustomed
to being the center of attention like that. Of course I'd constructed
Silver in order to BE the center of attention, I understood that. Even
if I was a Psychiatrist, that didn't mean I was divorced from reality.
The reality was just a bit overwhelming, is all.

A very, very, very, very nice overwhelming.

I had to call it quits after ferrying some twenty children into the
sky with the occasional eagerly volunteering parent as animal handler.
Someone to protect me from the kids.

If I'd accepted and ingested all the sexual offers and ethanol I was
offered I'd have been drunk for a month and copulating like a burrow
of rabbits for three times that long.

Very heady stuff for a gal who'd always been conscious she'd never
been in the societal mainstream. I was taller than most females, and
not as responsive to the male animal. I didn't become a Psychiatrist
because I was "normal", let's understand that from the beginning.

Juan and Karlos managed somehow to sneak me into their rooms, and left
me alone to get an hour or two of quiet. True to their promises, they
found Valeris and told her I was recuperating from a few hours of
uninterrupted death-defying flying time.

I owed them. For they brought Valeris to me, let her in the room, and
then stayed away. Those few hours eventually turned into eight hours.

I had a feeling Valeris was sincere about not doing males. Too bad.
The four of us could have had a ball. Especially with those extra
pairs of arms on Juan and Karlos.

The first I knew I had been asleep, was when I felt these fingers
working the binds on my tunic. After a moment's panic, I realized that
if I opened my eyes I could see. Valeris had rolled me to the side of
the bed and was using her Vulcan strength, skill and a certain drunken
determination to undress me.

Bad me. Bad. Very bad. I fell asleep fully clothed.

She bent down to give my smile a kiss, and let me keep her mouth there
with a weak human hand to the back of her head. Nice kiss this time. I
could smell other women's perfumes on her, but that just made her cute
bedroom eyes all the more appealing.

"Are you drunk?" I asked her.

"Vulcans do not become drunk," she slurred. "We are immune to that
human proclivity."

"Indeed," I agreed. "However, those girls, they gave you something
relaxing to drink, didn't they?"

"They said I could not swallow the worm unless I first drank the
remainder of the fluid present in the bottle."

"Worm, eh? You have a taste for worms?" Tequila. I would have to have
a few words with Becky.

I got up and steadied her. She was very appealing at that moment. She
awoke the Mother instinct in me, it seems. She was going to be sick, I
surmised, so I concentrated on undressing her as I undressed myself.

Soon we were two naked females in the dumper. I spread all the towels
on the permex floor, put her head over the open throne, and then
inserted a finger down her throat.

In a disgusting sort of a way the results were quite satisfactory.

I'd heard of what happened next, but only believed it when I saw it
happen.

Valeris was completely sober as soon as she'd rejected the overload in
her stomach.

She stood, was distressed over her previous over-indulgence, and her
appearance. Yet she objected when I suggested a nice hot shower to
make us feel better. She allowed herself to be persuaded, however.

She stated two additional times, while I was adjusting the water
temperature, that a sonic shower was quite satisfactory, and standard
on Vulcan.

Once she'd peeped over the shock of getting hot water on her, she
became more pliable. Soap lathered all over her slick young body was
heavenly to her and exciting to me. Wet showers had just become part
of her patterns, I believe.

As hoped, the shower made us both feel more awake and amorous. Valeris
wanted me to do her with my fingers again, but I absolutely needed to
taste that beautiful quim of hers.

Once we were back in bed, she proved unexpectedly aggressive. She
rolled me over and placed herself between my legs. She was learning
how to kiss, I decided. She'd learned to keep at it, if nothing else.
A kiss was not a kiss unless it went on for far too long. Too long was
just right.

She'd also decided to take the round-about route down my body. Made me
feel all creamy and hot in my belly. I loved it.

It took easily fifteen minutes for her to take that first electric
lick of my by-now soaking wet groin, but the interval was heavenly.

She liked sucking on nipples. She liked belly buttons. She liked
licking the undersides of my breasts, and lifting them with her mouth
alone. And she bit my other arm until she drew blood. This one was
like nothing else I've ever bedded.

Once she'd found the mother lode, she went at me like a machine with
an interrupter gear, her damned Vulcan tongue somehow being in two or
three places at the same time.

Then she'd slowly, carefully and deliberately suck my clit knob into
her mouth. She'd swallow and swallow and swallow, and about the time I
was wondering if she was going to turn me inside out, she'd begin
chewing on me. Working up to biting hard on my clit.

At that point I had to try flying with my legs. Opening them as wide
as I could, my hands tight in my own cunt hair, and then snapping my
thighs closed about her head. Do that twelve times in a row and it
qualifies as intense exercise.

Whenever she wanted to give me another come, this viciously
cannibalistic bitch would do her swallowing act again. I didn't count,
but she lifted me to heaven with her mouth at least three times, not
counting the really sharp sparklings I kept getting. Nice little
cannibal.

Determined little minx. I wasn't complaining.

After that I HAD to eat her out. I discovered Valeris could control
her rush to upslope and then downslope, so I demanded she extend
herself. Take a little time to enjoy the process. Orgasms should be
enjoyed as much for the foreplay and afterplay as for the come itself.

Once she'd deliberately put her sparking off, once I'd told her in a
very Dom voice not to come yet, at least a dozen times, she enjoyed
the way the electricity slowly washed higher on her belly and down her
thighs. The Vulcan in her was likely telling her it was inefficient,
but the dyke in her was raving over the results.

Her thigh muscles began to spasm as she got closer, and the ring
muscles in her vagina were visibly jerking open and closed as I licked
and loved and sucked and ate and knew I was either a Goddess on
Olympus, or had met one. Et one?

Her moans grew louder and non-stop. I kept taking small bites on her
clit, then sucking the knob in, just as she had. Then quickly licking
that clutching hole. She kept increasing her flow, and I had a quick
revelation of what she was going to do.

Grasping her about the hips as damned hard as I could, I rolled on the
bed. I was suddenly beneath her, and forcibly moving her so her vagina
was over my upper chest.

I had to snake one hand down to my own palsied cunt as Valeris
ejaculated on me. The feeling was too intense, it was so climactic, it
was so beautiful, and I came with her as my thumb viciously rubbed my
own clit.

She came and came, and I held her with one hand as she jerked atop me.
After she had calmed, I used both hands to rub her thin creamy fluid
on my breasts and belly. She fell to the side, watching intently as I
spread her liquid on myself and then quickly masturbated to a climax
again. Using her come as a lube.

She rose to the occasion, so to speak, by leaning over me and licking
up some of her own come. Right out of my belly inside-out tulip of a
belly button. She made me giggle.

Vulcans! They were such a delight in bed!

To make up for her many irritations, she tasted heavenly. Her fluid,
her ooze, tasted a bare hint of fruity, and sharp at the same time. It
was in my hair and covered my face. It was cooling as it dried on my
breasts and belly. I smelled of Vulcan come, I knew it, and had every
intention of wearing it as my night's perfume. No shower after this.

After that we cuddled. I enjoyed holding a female close, especially
apres sex. She assumed she could learn to enjoy it. I enjoyed smelling
my own come on her and in her midnight hair. We were two stinking
dykes, and I loved it that way.

Before I dozed off, she mentioned that before this Convention, she'd
never been fisted in her anal cavity.

Obviously Becky and me were going to have to talk, and soon.

---

Instead of going back to my quarters at the Clarke Facility, we used
my credit filche to buy appropriate clothes via the Ramada Replicator.

She didn't think much of wearing a long purplish-black witches gown.
Even less the pointy and slightly bent wide-brimmed hat. And least of
all the necessity of wearing nothing underneath the long dress.

"All the witches went to Covens either naked, or nude underneath their
distinctive garb. its in all the books. That way they could begin
copulating whenever the Horned One told them to get down to it.

The next seven minutes were spent explaining metaphors, aphorisms and
similes to Valeris. She insisted Devil's were contrary to fact. I was
tempted to cite my Father or my last Commanding Officer at Starfleet
HQ as proof, but held my tongue.

In the end I coaxed and fondled her into agreeing to dress
authentically. A few kisses, a little lick or two to the back of the
neck, an ear nibble or two. Nothing strenuous.

Vulcans must be able to have dual personalities practically from
birth. All that denial and control, and yet so much emotion in the
appropriate setting. Makes for maddening conversations and
mind-bending sex. Almost made me want to spend serious time on Vulcan
and discover just how common and pleasurable girl to girl love was,
there.

I got us two pair of World War One aviator's goggles through the
Replicator, and some long scarves to wear around our necks. Mine was
lavender, Valeris choose carmine. One of her house's colors, she said.

I also got two of the latest Risan dildo's, as well. Just in case.
Valeris stared at me for the longest time as I mimed wearing one of
them. They were the new type with the strap-on's adding seating
filaments for a firmer grip on the body.

If Vulcans smiled, I think she would have leered for me, when I packed
them into my new carry-all. One for her to wear, and one for me. I
presumed she'd accept hers as a souvenir of our encounter. Also, the
prospect of a little further fun obviously did not distress her.

I liked girls who had lots and lots and LOTS of sex and weren't sore
afterwards.

As a favor to Juan and Karlos I paid for their room with my credit
filche, and left them a thank-you note sitting on a very messy and
very fragrant bed. As it happened, they were in the corridor as we
left, trailed by two giggling black-skinned Martian women. Nice
giggles, they looked to be lots of fun.

I apologized to Juan and Karlos for the mess, told them I paid for
their hotel room in apology, and we all kissed a good-bye. I hoped the
gals enjoyed those extra arms. I mentally wondered how the girls would
react to all that female musk scent on the bed. With that I pivoted
and strode off to fly my Dragon in the midnight black sky of Mars on
Halloween Night.

Doctor Commander Elizabeth Dehner, witch and bitch and Mars' first
Dragon-flying aviatrix! Hi-Yo, Silver, A-Wayyyy!

---

Even from a thousand klicks out, it was obvious we were far from being
the first to reach Ascraeus Mons for the Coven. Virtual NetBoard
showed me over forty small flying objects over the long-dead gigantic
volcano. As we flew closer, overall Net began 'handling' our fliers in
order to maintain safety. Five more joined from the east even as we
were fitted into the lightly supervised movement patterns in the black
night sky.

We flew low, through the cavorting Witches, Wizards, warlocks, goblins
and trolls, intent on registering with the Committee. We hovered a few
meters above their round table, and Commed all pertinent information.
Thran Than, the Convention Chairman, especially gave me a warm welcome
to this year's meet. I eased Silver all the way down to the leveled
caldera floor, and started shaking hands.

Valeris had seen us humans doing this greeting stuff before, so she
took it all in stride.

I wound up taking the Committee on little jaunts on Silver, four or
five members at a time. Due to the traffic above us, it was easier to
scoot out for a few hundred klicks, just above tree-top level. Then
throw Silver into a straight-up climb until we reached a point where I
could put my Dragon through a few of its trickier maneuvers.

Anyone who was prone to air motion sickness did not join a Coven.
Valeris didn't bat an elegant eyebrow.

After that little obligatory smoochering was over and the last
Committee member was safely back in his or her chair, I tilted Silver
towards clear black sky and clawed for a little altitude. Slowly, of
course. There had to be over a hundred fliers already in the sky for
this Coven. Mostly broom riders, but also one Pegasus, at least four
fallen Seraphim, and a dozen gigantic Fire Salamanders as well. Silver
stole the show, though.

Valeris and I looked the sight, I know. Everyone took a few
threederHolo's of us both sitting lotus or standing on the saddle of
my trusty Silver. Usually on a fly-by. I've a hundred copies from
friends, and someday I'll sort them all out into a Threeder
Presentation cube to sit on my desk.

Or working cabin, if Starfleet ever FINALLY gives me a ship
assignment.

We circled slowly higher and higher, soon leaving most of the brooms
below us. They could keep their riders in a comfort zone up here,
where the air pressure is a miniscule ten grams, but they were busy
jinking and cavorting for each other.

I stood, holding my strap-on in my hand, letting Valeris gauge my
intent. If only she'd smile a little. Vulcans.

I rucked my skirt into my belt and tightened it, leaving me nude from
the waist down.

I stepped into my strap-on like a fancy pair of panties, fitting it
high and tight against my weeping pussy. Then I felt and found the
controls, and I gasped to feel it seat itself tightly into my crotch.
Like someone had just begun to intensely grope me.

A small disposable poc of lube went on it, then I stroked it like a
man does his own cock. It felt damned good. I felt incredibly
masculine and butch stroking my long hard black dick. It put me in
control. I was the Daddy in this scenario.

"On your hands and knees, bitch," I commanded. "You're about to have a
little sex with Lucifer." Patting my crotch and massaging my long
dripping wet dildo. Lucifer seemed an appropriate nickname for a
Halloween dildo.

Valeris was a compliant little witch, she was on her hands and knees
in seconds, her skirt draped over her shoulders. Presenting me with
the sight of her ass and the exquisite dainty divide of her ethereal
pussy. It was far more than a pretty pussy from this angle. It was
heavenly. It had no hairs on its bottom sides, and looked perfectly
bald from behind.

Then she adjusted her stance, spreading her legs, pulling the witch's
dress off herself and stuffing it under her knees. Now I could see the
black growth of soft hair on her Mons, now I was drawn to the sight of
her dropped head on her arms.

I kneeled behind her, letting my fingers enjoy the texture of those
short pubic hairs. So soft. She wet for my caress, she shivered for my
careful rubbing of her clit and its bundle, she sighed. She was
beautiful, she drew me forward, she needed me.

Holding on to her ass I placed a few light kisses on her enlarging
lips, I tasted her cuntal wetness, I inhaled the dry scents and acidic
must of the Vulcan aroused. I adored her.

But I get a crick in my neck eating a woman from this angle. Time to
get on to other things. Lovely things.

I talked her through the approach, coaxing her, shuffling forward,
petting and patting and caressing and feeling the wet of her when I
first tested the site with a few fingers. They slid in easily, and I
smiled to hear her breathing change with this first penetration.

And all the time we were flying high above Mars. Stars blazing in the
vacuum, Comm giving me the chatter of hundreds of Coveneters below us,
nearer the surface.

"Circle, bank and glide down and then bank and glide up. Do this
continuously. Increase apparent speed by ten, no twenty apparent KPH.
Make that fifteen. Gradual angles, more apparent than real. Just
enough to give us a little thrill up here."

Silver was so obedient. His great beaked head curved back, his hot
eyes gazed at the sight of us about to fuck in the middle of the night
sky. I could have sworn he had a pleased look on his basilisk face. He
was happy if I was happy.

"Faithful, steed, obedient Silver," I crooned at him, "you may
continue to watch me as I service this fellow witch. Watch closely,
remember this, this is what I do with a witch, Silver."

I leaned forward, finding first her anus, then the small bump, then it
began to enter the clutching vagina of my Vulcan.

"This is what I do, Silver." Valeris grunted as the first few
centimeters opened her soft tissues.

"This is what I like to do, Silver." I shuffled forward, letting more
and more of my cock fill the insides of this black-haired delight.

"I fuck women. its what I DO!" With that I leaned into Valeris as I
pulled her onto me, impaling her until she had accepted every
millimeter of stiff black prick I could possibly give her.

"I'm a fucking lesbian, and I LOVE being a lesbian!" Mentally I
qualified that by noting I could enjoy men, some few non-bossy men, as
well. But Silver was only a Dragon. and I shouldn't confuse the poor
beast.

Valeris made a pained whinny, as I leaned back, I drew most of the
thick long prick out of her. I felt her shudder as I leaned forward
again, pushing aside the long soft muscles and tissues of her belly.

I rubbed a shaking hand over the muscular softness of her Vulcan ass,
feeling the heady sweetness in my mind build as I deliberately fucked
Valeris slowly and deeply. That had been a surprise in the shower, to
find how muscular her body was under that silky softness of her smooth
body.

I enjoyed being the Dom, I enjoyed finding this Vulcan strength was
crying little puppy noises as I heard the obscene sucking noises of
our fuck, the slap of my belly against the give of her butt cheeks.

Valeris couldn't break away, not now, not as my hands and cock worked
her inside and out. My fingers were claws as I leaned over her,
kissing her back, letting my fingernails find her clit and her soft
mound quivering to my strokes, enjoying the slide of my cock through
my fingers as I fucked her and fucked her and kept fucking her. It
felt beautiful in my hand, my cock was warm from her body, it felt
sizzling hot, it kept moving, I would have died rather than stop
fucking this beautiful willing creature.

I had a vision of us seen from below her. Her slightly-olive skin, her
thighs spasming, her black-haired Mons shaking with each fuck impact,
the long thickness of my dick forever sliding back and forth,
appearing and disappearing inside her.

I had to moan in synch with her moans, feel sparks each time I
bottomed out inside her, feeling organs move out of the way of my
invading dick, hearing the slop of fucking, the slap of belly against
ass, the glorious, glorious, glorious.....

I held it inside her. Deep, still, forcing her to rebuild her climb
into paradise, making her know I could stop at any time, reminding her
who was Daddy here.

"eee-liss-a-beeth", she begging in a high small voice. She wasn't a
fucking Vulcan at this moment. She was just another conglomeration of
protoplasm needing her come. She needed me. Her hand sought me out,
her throat made incoherent whispers.

"ppleeeese...." she begged.

I gave it to her. She was my baby now, and I took care of my baby. I
gave her all she could take.

Leaning over her I worked her shapely young breasts, one at a time.
Pinching nipples, caressing, working them between thumb and
forefinger. Finding her stiff little clit and barely touching it. And
at all times, drawing and pushing my long black dick inside her belly
and pulling it almost out.

We could both feel her rebuilding her mountaintop, we could both feel
her quivering her way to the top. She began making animal crying yips,
choking sounds, needing sounds. With me all the time giving her a
steady steely dick in her wet clasping clamping desperate pussy.

"Does it hurt?" I teased her. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Nnnoooooooooo...." she wheezed. So I never stopped. Until she froze
and went into a seizure.

I came with her. I had to come with my baby. We came together. She was
my baby.

She fell to the floor of the platform, her legs spread wide, her body
boneless. I rolled her on her side, the very end of my dick still in
her. As she moaned I slowly fucked her a few more times, then left it
buried inside her. We laid there for some time before I remembered to
look about us.

We were still flying in circles, only now I had two brooms and riders
as audience. They applauded, and one of them was Becky.

I gave them the finger. I'd have to make sure any threederHolo's of
this didn't reach circulation, though it didn't appear as if either
Becky or her Martian girlfriend had cameras with them.

When I rolled onto my back, with my long false dick waving in the
breeze, they carefully maneuvered themselves until they could dismount
their brooms onto my Dragon's broad back.

Becky stood and raised her skirt, revealing a long black dildo of her
own protruding from her crotch.

"What say we leave the vicinity before anyone else comes to gawk, Liz?
Me and Lorellna would like to use your platform in the sky for an hour
or so.

"You're perfectly welcome to watch, if you wish?"

I debated kicking them over the side sans brooms, but they WERE
friends, Becky at least.

It was going to be a memorable Halloween night.

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The End