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EPIL: S [D06|1445] Shelthreth
EPILOGUE: SUPPLEMENTAL [ DAY 06 | 1445 HRS. ] SHELTHRETH

[ Ens. Sehl th'Chilnes | Junior Officers' Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy ] @Numen @chXinya
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Seated in the couch by the viewports, the Theurgy at a low warp towards the Epsilon Mynos System, Ensign Sehl th'Chilnes had replicated himself some Andorian ale. The glass stood on the table in front of him, half-empty, and he waited in silence. He was not exactly proud of himself, but he'd done what was right. Not just for his species and the future of Andoria. It was a shame he had to do it, but she'd left him no choice. The alternative was unthinkable. It was too late for regrets.

When the chirp from the door came, he frowned - antennae lowering. He decided on taking a slight precaution. "Who is it, Thea?" he asked, and he wrapped his fingers around the grip of his pulse phase pistol, which he had collected from the busy Fighter Bay as soon as he had been released by the medical officers. He hadn't spotted Angel there, which was kind of fortunate. He'd had something to take care of, and he would not have had the time to talk to her. She would have noticed what he'd taken too.

[Lieutenant Kelleshar sh'Zenne and Irnashall ch'Xinya.]

They had arrived together, which was fortunate. "Enter."

Once the two stepped into his quarters, they likely would notice the dim lighting - lit by the shooting stars alone. He remained seated, his hand still wrapped around the grip of his weapon, but he smiled to them and reached for his drink. "Glad you could make it," he said quietly, and sipped his drink. "It's your turn now, Shar."

If there was any confusion about what he meant, it likely became clearer when they stepped further into his quarters, and saw what was on top of his bed cover.

"I never had a chance to do it when we were in the pen..." he said, without much joy, "so I took the time to warm her up for you."

The figure on top of his bed has been stripped of all clothing, lying on her front with her head turned in their direction. She was unconscious. Stunned, of course, and her legs were still spread after he'd prepared her for the egg Shar carried. Sehl wasn't looking at the Androrian Zhen, of course. The Savi had been very clear, that as long as they followed through, the success was certain. The four of them had been picked because how uniquely compatible they were, and it had been clear what he had to do.

He was studying the bondmates of his that had come through his door nonetheless. For while he was quite certain they didn't want their child to die... he knew that this was not an ideal arrangement.

On the bed laid Deputy ThanIda zh'Wann. The unwilling part of their shelthreth.


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Shar was not a person given to rush. She would come  and go to her appointments when and how  she wanted to.

This time, however, she had taken less than she should have. She hadn't even stopped to put on her uniform. She had simply thrown the black and grey jacket over her slender shoulders, the combadge loosely fastened on one of the lapels. She wore the gold undershirt and the pants under her arm, squeezed against her sinewy figure. She had ascended to the upper deck with long strides, dodging any other officer. During the short turbolift ride, she had been paced nervously in the narrow space, from a wall to the other.

And yet now, in front of the door, she stopped for a moment. Almost freeze. Shar bit her lower lip and move her pale eyes to the toes of herSavi boots. Even when she didn't want to, she nipped her lower lip.It didn't take too much cleverness to find out why the thaan had called her to his quarters and the young shen preferred not to delay the inevitable talk. They... needed to meet, to arrange what must be done before... before it was too late.

She lowered her right hand to her belly and stroked the small spherical shape under her skin. It had shifted slightly, closer to its destination. In some hours, maybe a couple of days, they would run out of time and that egg, that promise of a child, that small bless in the Versant nightmare... would banish. Lost, forever. Their chance. HER only chance. Her thumb rubbed the rounded profile a couple of times before it cupped the form with the palm. She NEEDED to give the egg an opportunity. Maybe... maybe Selh had a plan. They needed a plan.

Shar sighed and her hand left her belly at last. She ran those same fingers through her hair, combing her short mohawk. "Let's go then" she growled to encourage herself.

Then she saw him.

An awkward blush rose to her cheeks, despite all her efforts to stop it. Her antennae writhed a bit, but she hastened to freeze them, slighly curled over her forehead. Shar looked at him in the eyes and, before either of them said anything... she knocked on the door. The door keep closed for longer than she had expected and the two andorians stood in front of it, side by side in growing uncomfortable silence. Shar holded the uniform against her chest, both arms wrapped araund her slender body, fingers curled into the fabric. Finally, the door opened with a hiss and Shar rushed in as soon as she could.

The sudden dim light blinded her after the bright corridor.

The quarters were scarcely illuminated by the subtle glow of the stars in warp. Selh was barely a dark silhouette in front of the window. Shar only spotted him when he greeted them, his deep voice accompanied by the tinkling of a tall glass. There were... a scent in the room. Something she knew but could not identify. The shen step further, close to the thaan's shape. The aroma became more intense. Sugary. Somehow heady. Her antennae writhed again. She.. remember that smell. The intoxicating fragrance.

"It's your turn now, Shar." Shel proclaimed

She heard no more after that.

Shar knew what she was going to find before she saw it. Before she saw HER. She approached to the bed slowly. So slowly it almost hurted. Her heart pounded quick in her chest. She left fall the uniform she held. In the bed, the profile of the prostrate figure became more defined as she approached, the velvety blue skin illuminated by the blinking stars. Ida.

She hadn't been able to see her so closely in the pen, separated as they had been at first by their patriotic pride. They had only approached when the darkness had embraced them, when the shades had hidden how they have become Whole. Shar nipped his lower lip again as she sat on the edge of the bed. She hesitated for a moment, her pale eyes strolling over the zhen leaning body, but finally she let her fingers caress the silky white hair and pull it away from her face. Her eyes were shut. The sour expression on her face, relaxed. The skin of her cheek so soft that Shar got goosebumps. It was so warm, so silky. How beautiful she was. In spite of everything that had happened between them, in spite of the bruises and the hard words. For the Water Guardian, she was simply delightful. Ida's lids futtered when Shar's fingertips fondled her temple, but even so, she didn't wake up. Shar leaned forward, until her lips practically caressed the lobe of her ear.

"Did you remember, zh'yi? Did you remember what you told me in the Versant corridor, last night?" she whispered sweetly to Ida's ear. "What should i say to you today, now that the tables have turned?" One of the corners of her lips curved slightly in a smirk. The ugly expression of someone who doesn't know how to smile.
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Shall had been in his quarters when the message came, surveying the damage.  The room itself was intact, but the contents were another matter.  Everything had been tossed everywhere since he last slept in here.  PADDs and other implements from his desk were scattered along the base of the replicator, the items on the shelves knocked over, askew, broken, and sitting anywhere but where they were supposed to be.  In his blue hand, Shall held the photograph of himself and his bondmates, the one taken on the day of their bonding.  The protective transparency had cracked and the frame was missing a corner, but thankfully the picture itself survived.  The shapla had been retrieved and now hung around his neck as it always should have.

Staring at the four faces in his hand, Shall's emotions were running wild, his antenna emulating the mental storm.  Jay, Tavin, Syora, and Shall all beamed with pride at the camera, each dressed in the traditional clothing of their genders.  A small smile started to build on the chan's face as the memories of that first night in the Northern Wastes flashed through his mind's eye.  It soon faded again though, the visions from the Wastes were soon replaced with the cold deck plates and transparent walls.  Shaking himself back to the now, Shall set the picture on the desk and moved to the window.  The small telescope had been thrown out of its mount and shattered on the deck.  Glass crunched under his feet but he paid it no mind, his attention was firmly on the warp-distorted stars outside.

He was still there when Thea called with Sehl's request.  Pulling himself away with a sigh, Shall stepped back and turned towards the door.  Instead of his uniform, he was wearing one of his simpler outfits, just a grey mid-length tunic over black, loose leggings.  The ink blue sash Syora had given him as he left for the Academy was tied around his waist, excess hanging on his left, just as he liked it.  Tucking his shapla under the tunic, Shall left his ghosts behind for now.  Sehl wanted to talk about what had happened, and while he could've stood to wait a bit longer to get settled, who knew if there was time later.

Several minutes later, by chance he and Shar reached Sehl's quarters at the same time.  Words escaped him at the moment, anything he could think of saying kept dying on his tongue.  The way she clutched her abdomen and how her skin blushed were stark reminders of what had gone between them on the Versant, and he still didn't know how to approach it.  Maybe that was why Sehl had summoned them, to get everything settled once and for all.  The door soon opened and Shar ducked in first, Shall following suit.

It only took the chan a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting thanks to his long experience with the night, but even before he could see something was off.  The tip of his antenna pressed bent forward, twitching and twisting as if it was hunting for something.  Sehl sat in front of the window, the astronomical lighting casting the thaan in shadow.  The sharp biting smell of Andorian ale wafted from his direction, the soft clink of a bottle and glass betraying its presence.  There was another scent though, irritatingly familiar but Shall couldn't put his finger on it.  "Glad you could make it." Sehl final spoke, his voice low.  "It's your turn now Shar."

The mystery was already enticing the scientist, he had a bad habit of letting himself get swept up into games and puzzles of all kinds.  Stepping closer to see a touch better, a form in the corner of his eye caught Shall's attention.  Stopping mid-stride he turned to the left and felt his heart skip a beat.  Sehl finally explained what he meant, though he let the scene speak for itself.  Laying face-down and naked on the bed, Ida looked like she was waiting for Shar.

Alarm klaxons rang through Shall's head and if the light was better the others would see the blood drain from his face, lightening his skin even more.  While he froze, Shar walked up to the zhen, checking her lifesigns maybe?  "Sweet Lor'vela, what have you done?" he asked, hand clutching the shapla through his tunic.  Why he wasn't calling for security already he didn't know, but no matter how hard he willed his hand to hit the combadge it would not budge.

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Quietly, Sehl watched the two as they made their way into his quarters. His blue eyes hidden in shadow beneath his bushy eyebrows, and the stubble upon his cheeks lit from behind by the shooting stars. Shar seemed to check on Ida, to see if she was truly unconscious. That seemed like a positive response, and Sehl was happy that she seemed willing to do what had to be done to save their child.

Shall, on the other hand, seemed to have the opposite reaction, making Sehl antennae slowly lower towards him. He shifted his fingers around his phaser too, the starlight making the weapon gleam in the darkness.

"What I have done?" he asked in his deep voice, remaining seated even though it was clear his full attention was levelled against the Chan. The question seemed daft, for it was apparent what he'd done, wasn't it? He'd ensured the safety of the egg, and his child. He was not about to loose perhaps his only chance to procreate. The circumstances were unfortunate, but without a bond group of his own, ThanIda zh'Wann would be his only option.

"It was the Savi who forced this upon us. I had rather this been done with consent, but we all know the egg won't last, and we know equally well that this Deputy in our bondgroup feel no obligation towards our dying species. She said it herself. She's an exile, and she loathes our mere company, just because she was unfit to serve her Keth."

Sehl didn't look away from he Chan, not about to take any chances with him. "Shar, do you need assistance... or can you put the  the egg inside her without aid?" he asked tonelessly, eyes still in shadow. "Like she said - Sclergyn of the Antes - as long as you do it... our child will make it."
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Shar turned her face away from Ida to look at the two males, her pale eyes hidden beneath the shadows of her eyebrows. There was a gleam in Selh hands, a metalic glow that couldn't come from the reflect of the starlight in a glass. Her gaze remained there for a time, before moving toward the thaan's face. From her position, sitting on the edge of the mattress, she could see his profile silhouetted by the backlight, the lowered antennae, the tense jaw. From the pilot's face, her eyes toured the room untill they reach Shall, who still reminded standing, frozen in the middle off the room. "You ask what he has done, bouf?" She asked, using the same epithet with which she had called him at Versant's bridge. "Th'se has made a choice. He has chosen for all of us... he has made a decision for all our Shelthreth" Shar's voice broke the silence left by Selh's words. Her tone was calm, without its usual caustic undertones.

Shar turned to Ida again and removed a lock of rebellious hair that insisted on hiding the zhen's features. She left her fingertips wander over the feathery hair, combing it from the hairline to the nape one more time. After that, her eyes move to the males again. "Stop this dick measuring contest" she commanded in a low voice, her antennae standing rigid over her head, quivering.

Finally, Shar looked for the chan face and she seemed to address her words to the young scientist, although them could be applied to both males. "You know what we MUST do. Which is OUR duty." there was a cautionary tone in her voice. "Remember where you belong, Irnashall"


When silence return to the room, Shar folded her arms across her chest, curling her slender fingers over the lapels. She looked at Ida's unconscious figure once more time, nipping her lower lip. Right after, she bored her gaze into the shadows of the room, far from Shall and Selh. "I will need help with this."
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The sight of the phaser froze Shall's blood even further, his fingers pressed around the hidden shapla digging further as the fear response kicked in.  The sheer idea that Sehl would force this issue at phaserpoint was lunacy and he was at a loss at how to respond to the situation.  For the moment all he could do was to hope that Shar wouldn't follow.  No matter how bad the reproductive crisis got they would hold to honor, wouldn't they?  Those thoughts passed in a brief moment and Sehl's follow-up speech belied the depths that the thaan had fallen to.  All his life Shall had been raised with his bondmates and taught about how each had to serve the Whole, that being selfish in any pursuit could damage them all.  Sehl had clearly forgotten those lessons, twisting his desire for children into a mockery of the Whole.

Without hesitation, Shall opened his mouth to respond but Shar cut him off, her face hidden in the darkness.  Despair started to cloud Shall's mind when it became clear that she was siding with Sehl.  The way she spoke and the way she seemed to fawn over Ida made Shall's skin crawl.  Where I belong? Shall's inner voice echoed the shen's admonition.  While they were on the Versant they'd acted like they were a shelthreth, bonding together but were they really bondmates?  Shall frowned and his antenna writhed in his hair, unsure of just what he was feeling.  Disgust, rage, frustration, curiosity, jealousy, intrigue, and more all flashed through his mind.  In the center of that storm though he found the one truth of his life, and it has in his hand.

"I belong with my bondmates." Shall declared to the darkness, his gaze shifting between Sehl who was still focused on him and Shar who was looking elsewhere, arms across her chest and back to the males, probably waiting for him to decide.  Something deep inside of him felt like a black hole was forming in his core, the knowledge of what he was about to do eating away at his soul.  Uzaveth protect me... he whispered as softly as possible.  Would he be able to find forgiveness for what was about to happen?

Stepping carefully so that he wouldn't spook Sehl into firing, Shall walked over to Shar and set his hands on her shoulders.  The familiar sensation of her uniform jacket slipped away as he gently pulled it off of her.  Leaning close his breath could warm her neck and her hair tickled the tip of his nose.  The Savi jumpsuit, one final reminder of what had been done to them, still hugged every curve of her supple body.  Searching in the darkness, his fingers roamed for the clasps, an eagerness to be rid of the alien material making itself manifest in how they walked and pressed against the shen.  He almost forgot about the phaser behind him, primal instinct starting to eat away at his conscience.

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The starlight that whisked by outside the viewports shimmered across the wide shoulders of Sehl's Starfleet uniform, and he said naught while he observed the Chan and the Shen prepare to complete the Shelthreth.

While he sat there and watched Shall undress her, Sehl remembered how he had enjoyed Shar in the darkness of the Savi observation pen. The sight of skin caressed by hand, starlight and shadows might have been more tantalising if he had not already spent himself inside the stubborn Deputy. In the wake of this, an act that he had applied himself to with little joy, he almost regretted having done so before their arrival. He had not known how cooperative they would be, even if in his opinion, they had little choice if they were interested in saving their child. No, he had committed the act to ensure ease of passage for the egg. No more. This was decidedly not his finest hour, and he cursed the Savi for it, but there were no other alternatives.

Luckily, it seemed Shall had come to his senses and applied himself to the act. Therefore, Sehl continued to watch in silence where he sat, his hand still wrapped around the grip of his phaser. As distracting as they were, he had no intention of leaving his seat. If the Deputy stirred, he had to be ready to stun her anew. Likewise, if either of them had a change of heart...

...he would have to use the phaser to persuade them. Not just for fulfillment of what the Savi had begun, but to make them stay silent about what they'd done. As for the Deputy, he believed that once the egg was inside her, she would come to her senses out of maternal instincts. If not, well, then he would have to threaten her. It was not ideal, but he believed he had some compelling arguments that would keep her from aborting their child.

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When Shall's hands freed her from her clothes and stroked her skin, Shar moaned softly. How she had craved his touch, their touch. Any touch. How easily that forced situation could turn into something pleasant. That only could point that it was the correct thing to do. They belong to the others after all, despite the twisted circumstances that had brought them together. The egg she carried was but a sample of that union. A new hope, a new life which only desire was to be deposited in a loving cradle to developt. Wasn't that the ultimate duty of any Andorian? To preserve the continuity of their species? How could any of them reject that?

The chan slid the Savi suit off her shoulders, peeling it from her body, exposing her skin to the dim light of the stars. Shall fingertips rose goosebumps in her skin, a trail of longing, heated paths that made her core pulse. When the younger andorian hands hold firmly her hipbones, she felt a stir in her loins. Her body was preparing for what was to come. For him and, over all, for the woman that rest unconscious in their side.

Shar wrapped her slender arms around Shall's neck and approached him. Her lips flew over the angle of his jaw, while her antennae became entangled in his dense locks, caressing his scalp.

In an outburst of passion, she grabbed his loose-fitting clothes and forced him to lie, beside Ida. Meanwhile Shar climbed the bed and she straddled the chan. She stretched out over him, squeezing her sinewy figure against his body, the small mounts of her breast against the hard angles of his chest. She drew a path of kisses on his neck, ascending up to his face, leaving a wet trail behind them. Her hips pressed against his in an instinctive movement as she leaned forward. When her mouth reached Shall's ear she hold her breath for a second and then, she whispered what she needed from him.

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[Ens. Irnashall "Shall" ch'Xinya | Junior Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy] attn: @Numen @Auctor Lucan

Free of the Savi garment, Shar suddenly felt free to reciprocate Shall's touch, wrapping her arms around his neck and caressing his skin with her lips.  As her two antenna dug through his hair his one sought out a mate and entangled itself with it once contact was made.  Shall's head spun with pleasure, followed a moment later by his entire body spinning through the air as the shen tossed him onto the bed.  Landing hard, both he and the prone Ida bounced a centimeter or two before Shar jumped on top of the chan, straddling his waist.  The upper part of the Savi suit, dangling from her waist, flopped onto his legs.  It was an interesting contrast, the way her warm flesh felt against his face, arms, and chest while limp, cold fabric dragged against his upper legs and pelvis.

Unbidden and acting on their own, Shall's arms wrapped around Shar to hold her close, building passions seizing control.  Syora was never this aggressive, Tavin would never dream of doing anything beyond "vanilla" until Jay made him.  There was something about this position that Shall just loved and Shar could easily feel it where it counts.  Shall's hands snaked their way down her spine, slipping into the suit bunched around the shen's waist to grip her rear.  The pressure against his groin intensified as she pressed in and he couldn't help but moan in response.  The kissed ended for the moment and Shar whispered something into his ear.  Shall paused for the briefest of moments then gave her rear a receptive squeeze.

"Distress call." had been the brief message, whispered into the chan's ear like it was the most erotic thing ever.  The pause had been from his momentary confusion before Shall realized what Shar was saying.  There was a combadge still pinned to his tunic, well within reach.  It was a standard feature that if the case were to be broken open an automatic distress call would issue out.  It was a good idea, the question was how to do it.  Combadges were not easy to open without tools, and they had to do it without Sehl figuring it out until it was too late.  As Shar continued to pleasure herself and her chan, Shall glanced to Ida's body laying next to him.  She seemed so helpless now, it would be so easy to simply deposit the egg and try to support her.  With the reproductive crisis it would be incredibly easy to justify the act, calling it necessary for the survival of their species.  He couldn't justify it though, even if they were the last four Andorians in the galaxy, if the zhen refused to procreate, that was that.

Shifting slightly, Shall pushed against the Savi suit with the back of his hands, sliding the fabric off of her waist and down the round curves below.  Fully exposed now, Shall's hands moved, one supporting Shar's back while the other slipped between them, fingers caressing the slits found between her legs, coating them with her fluids.  Feeling playful, Shall only spent a few seconds playing down there before pulling them out and tasting Shar.  Giving her a playful smile, Shall offered his fingers to her as well so that she could get a hint of what she was offering.

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Shar hoped that the brief message she had conveyed to Shall had been clear enough. Given the dangerous game they played, on the edge between deceive and passion, she couldn't be certain. He moaned when he pressed her against his body. His enthusiasm was more than evident and the shen could easily feel his growing hardness against her groin.

Shall drew her body with his hands, sliding the savi cloth with his fingers, exposing her skin to the room's cool air. She had to keep her mind clear, she had to keep her senses attentive, at her back. Both of them needed to do it. Selh was still pointing a phaser at them. Ida was still lying next to them, not as a whilling participant in the shelthreth, but as a marionette whose strings have been cut since the beginning of the... whatever the thaan had done with her. Shar shivered, half by the sense of danger, the trill that anything could go wrong at any time. The other half was her body responding to chan ministrations, fiddling with the open of her womanhood.

She bit her lips, trying to repress the new moan growing in her throat due what Shall was doing with her. She probably shouldn't be enjoying that situation. She should probably be more concerned about keeping Ida and Shall save from a sudden phaser blast. But instead, her antennae writhed slowly against her will as she followed Shall game and licked his fingertips, savouring herself and his saliva. But she couldn't resist the urge nip them, little more harder than she oughted to but not enough to hurt him, just to remember the scientist what dangerous charade they were playing. And because she had always liked to play rough. Shar loved to play a domineering role, even when she didn't have control over the situation. Just like was happening at the time. 

Plunging her hands between their intertwined legs, Shar left part of his flat belly in plain sight and fiddled with the zippers that kept the pants in place. She bit her lip and fumble with the garment, letting out a frustrated hiss. As she did so, hier eyes were fixed on the combadge attached to the male's tunic. They need to let out a distress call but...how?. Breaking the device seemed like the easiest option, but the communicators were built to last. Unless they performed some ostentatious act that broke the illusion they had created, she couldn't think of anything violent enough to break it and activate the automatic call. Not when Selh seemed to have his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at the slightest sign of disruptive behaviour. Probably he wouldn't hit her, no if that put the egg in danger. But she wasn't sure about Shall or Ida. Neither she knew if the weapon settings were set to kill. She would not risk their bondmates.

"C'mon Kelleshar, think something, you dunderhead" she innerly hurried herself. Even so, none of the ideas she managed to form in her mind seemed flawless. She worked better under pressure, mainly because it was when her no-nonsense attitude shone brightest. But it was also true that given her preference to work alone, most of the time she only had to take into account her own physical safety. And she didn't used to worry too much about it. Having to protect the other two Andorians or, at least, prevent that Selh suspected something about her intentions was blocking her. She needed to think and consider the consequences, which was too much work. That wasn't her strong suit. She acted. And maybe it was time to act. The phaser was the wild card in every one of her ideas, so she needed to neutralise it. With that burning decision in her brain, she slipped her fingers down Shall's torso, under the fabric that covered it. At that moment her fingers touched something. Something soft. A familiar form that she had seen in her home and that she had known for a long time that she would never wear. Something she didn't know the chan possessed. Her pale eyes looked for Shall ones and bored them, her hand still holding the shapla.

"Th'se" she called at last, looking away to find Selh's dark form on the other side of the room. His expression was covered by shadows and the shen could only see fragments of his profile, and the starlight playing in the weapon he held. "Will you help me? Ch'te and I can complete the act, but we wouldn't be Whole. We need you," she pleaded in a soft purr, lust pouring in her words.
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While sitting there, Sehl was trying to normalise the situation for sake of his own conscience.

Watching Shall and Shar beginning the stages of of the final phase, Sehl tried to forget what he had just done, never having thought himself to do something like it unless the circumstances hadn't been so extreme. He blamed the Savi fully, this Sclergyn qi Versant that had forced his hand. But hate towards the Ante woman only got him so far. Searing hate lay too close to heart, and bled into his self-loathing. Sitting there, his jaws clenched, he wanted to be anywhere else but in proximity of his macabre deed - the sight of Ida and her spread legs on the bed cover a constant reminder of grim necessity.

Only the display next to Ida... was gradually drawing his eye more frequently. It seemed more and more apparent that the other two conscious bondmates were far less reluctant than he'd thought. Gradually, the Shen was offering more skin to bathe in trailing starlight, and the way she urged the Chen to respond to her seemed quite uncaring. Maybe Shar, of the three of them, would feel the most how they had no choice but to make Ida's decision for her. She did carry the egg, this life they were about to set free into the galaxy, and she would be the most keen to see it live. Surely that was the case, given how readily she prepared to finish what they had begun?

Oh, but he found himself ignoring Ida, and even the memory of her, treating her like a piece of decor in his mind. She was just a part of the room, naught more. The three of them were vibrant, and about to finish it. Shelthreth, where neither of them had thought it likely. It all made sense with the Savi guarantee, that they were compatible enough to let the child live.

Then, mesmerised as he had begun to feel in watching Shar from his seated position... she spoke to him. Wanted him, despite what he'd just been forced to do. She forgave him, knowing him and caring for the egg just as much as he - if not even more. She wanted him there, so what he'd done couldn't be so bad, could it? The gesture... it was one of forgiveness. Yes, she forgave him. She even showed him that it had been the right thing to do, in wanting him there with them.

Slowly, he rose from the couch, like a statue coming alive... and he set his steps towards the bed. He wanted nothing rather than forgiveness, and a sign that he had done well, so he went to them - the phaser still in his hand in case Ida would come to.

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[Ens. Irnashall "Shall" ch'Xinya | Junior Officer's Quarters | Deck 10 | USS Theurgy] attn: @Auctor Lucan @Numen

Shar continued to play along, as she took Shall's slick fingers into her mouth he struggled to keep himself from losing control.  Her moans, the way she shimmied against his groin, the way she sucked on his digits enflamed his passions further, everything but her face subtly blurring into nothingness.  A sudden sharp pain in the fingertips snapped his attention back to the now and she could swear the shen was smirking a bit afterwards.  Shar took charge from there, pressing her hands against his torso to push his own clothes out of the way while he rested his hands on her waist, attention shifting just enough to keep an eye on the thaan sitting in the chair, watching them intently at phaserpoint.

As Shar's hands worked the clasps and antique zipper that kept his pants in place Shall stopped squirming and pushed down into the mattress to give her some room to work with.  A rush of cool air greeting his skin after a few moments when she finally succeeded, freeing him to the elements around them. With a gentle care, Shall resumed his slow grind against Shar, keeping up the charade they needed to keep Sehl content.  Responding to the ever-increasing wetness, the blue phallus started to peek from its pouch, a protrusion that the shen was bound to recognize instantly.  Looking up at her with a small smile, Shall had to suppress a giggle as her hands pushed their way up his chest, triggering the slight sensitivity that Jay would often take advantage of.  The sudden change in her expression caught him off guard, the way she froze momentarily made him wonder if Sehl had seen through them and stunned her without a sound.  When her gaze locked into his Shall realized what had happened, one hand pressed against his chest, the other wrapped around the shapla resting against his collarbone, the metal warming in her hand.  Something happened between her eyes, and he knew what she was about to do.

As Shar called to Sehl with a sultry tone that made him want her even more, Shall looked past her and beckoned the thaan over with his eyes, wordlessly pleading for him to join them.  Shelthreth took all four of them, it was unseemly for one to sit out while the others joined together.  Amazingly, it worked, Shar stood and slowly made his way to the bed. The phaser was still pointed at the trio, but not at any one of them in particular.  He had this spaced-out look on his face, his eyes jumping between them all as if he were looking for something.  The beard hid the subtle ticks in that amazing jawline of his, but the antenna poking out of the top of his head told Shall everything he needed.  Looking to Shar one last time he hoped she could see the conviction in his own eyes, the next minute could be just as dangerous as any moment they had aboard the Versant.  A stun blast at this range would kill, something drilled into every cadet on day one of phaser training.

It was a risk that had to be taken though.  Honor demanded it.  Taking the hand holding his shapla in his own, he gently lifted it to give her fingers a tender kiss before setting it back down, cupping it over the combadge almost hidden in the folds of his tunic.

As Sehl got closer Shall slid out from under Shar a bit, exposing himself fully to the both of them though she was still straddling his upper legs.  His heart started to race a bit, adrenaline flooding his veins in preparation that was to come.  Holding out his hand, the chan curled his index finger, inviting the thaan to come closer.  There was no need to be shy now, they were a bondgroup now, were they not?  Ida was waiting patiently next to them, her maternal instincts would surely kick after Shar deposited the egg inside her.

The moment Sehl was in reach, Shall struck.  Snapping his hand around the wrist above the hand with the phaser in a flash he wrenched, hard, trying to get those fingers to let go.  Pulling him forward and off balance, Shall practically threw Shar off of him as he used his own body for leverage and momentum, doing his best to get Sehl under him and under control.