1
Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos
Last post by Eden -[Show/Hide]
Cal could do naught but freeze in place and blink as a klingon woman tied a tassel on his thigh, lecherously running against his flaccid length with her hands from beneath his own tunic. Her hands were not well moisturized and the Starfleet officer was grateful that a slight brush was all that had occurred, especially considering the desirous look she gave him as she eyed his extremities. Once the woman had withdrawn, he looked to Enyd for any indication of what the hell was happening. To his dismay, she did not.
“He had better explai–” His words were cut short by the arrival of none other than the man himself who handed them glasses of clean water. Perhaps the only civil thing he had received all day. Cal was about to firmly inquire as to what was going on when Rik’evet began to explain. He met Enyd’s eyes with a look that was half-concern and half-curiosity as the klingon elder continued to describe the bl’reS nalqaD ritual. This was a diplomat’s domain, cultural exchange and all, and thus he was glad to let Enyd take the lead on it. It was definitely not because he was still stunned speechless.
“...I am curious if it could be arranged for the victorious one to have a token in addition to the honor…and right to mate.”
The addition caused Cal to perk a brow. His expression did not change, even as Rik’evet let out a boisterous laugh.
“If you both agree to this, I can guarantee you won’t walk away empty-handed. And, to assist you both in this, I do have a tonic you can drink that will boost your vitality and ease your aches.” Rik’evet said, adding, “I’ll go get the tonic and leave you to discuss.”
“What do you say to an encore?”
Cal waited for the elder klingon to walk out of earshot before responding. “I much prefer my climaxes in a more private setting, but I will not have it spread here on Qo’noS that a Valin was unwilling to take up a challenge. That said, give me a moment to think on it.”
Rik’evet arrived a moment later with two cups filled with a thick brown liquid, handing it to the pair of them. Cal took a deep pull from the cup, ignoring the strong stench of rotting herbs that smelled like Ricola mixed with horseradish. His body metabolized the liquid quickly and almost instantly he felt an increase in energy and pain diminish. As foul as it tasted, Cal made a mental note to ask Rik’evet for the recipe before departing the planet. If he departed. At this rate, that was still a question to be answered.
Cal took a step back from the klingon and looked to Enyd. “Well, I have thought on it and–” Without warning, the Ardanan lunged forward to tackle Enyd, his right shoulder aimed squarely at her midriff in a tackle designed to bring her to the ground. The move, if successful, would position his head just to the side of her right thigh, close to where the tassel was tied. It was a dirty move but it was also a dirty ritual. Rik’evet had not said there were rules beyond the necessity to get the tassel with their teeth. To Cal, that meant everything else was permitted and he was not one for losing.