Star Trek: Theurgy

Re: Day 06 [1200 hrs.] Mess Hall

Reply #25 – October 22, 2022, 05:46:21 PM

[Ens. Mia Dunne | Tyreke’s Personal Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]
ATTN:  @Auctor Lucan

Her senses were on overload. She could not stop now, she wanted him to take her to wherever this would lead. Her eyes watched him with a hunger born of need as his mouth consumed her. The trail of his fingers along her thigh only added to the building hunger.  She gasped as his finger entered her and her back arched in response to the sudden intensification of his ministrations.  One hand pressed harder against his head as the other found its way to her breast, seemingly of its own accord, squeezing the taut nipple hard. Her head pressed back against the end of their precarious perch. Her hips moving against him faster.

 The rustle of the couch beneath them was all but drowned out by her pleading moans, “Ẹ Jọ̀ọ́! More!” She was not even aware that she had used his native language in her plea. “Tyreke, I want you, I need you inside me,” She cried out as the pressure in her core was growing. She was not a virgin, but she had never felt a power such as this in her limited experience.

Her other leg slipped from its narrow hold on the couch and dropped to the floor, opening her wider to him.  The sounds of his mouth and tongue licking and sucking against her swollen clit only served to increase her need to feel his full length pressing into her core.

Re: Day 06 [1200 hrs.] Mess Hall

Reply #26 – October 26, 2022, 04:34:38 PM

[ Lt. Tyreke Okafor | Personal Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] @Eirual
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It seemed that while Tyreke had every intention of making her fall off the precipice with his mouth and hand alone, Mia Dunne wanted him in full before that may happen. If he was completely honest with himself, the regulations be damned, he wanted the same. So, instead of continuing to leave her bereft of what they both wanted, he slowly let up on his insistent teasing - his mouth parting from her.

With her legs spread for him already, he sat up, looking at the breath-taking view of her. The urgency of her words, along with his own wishes, might have kept him from wasting another moment. Yet still, with thoughts of her swirling in his mind, of them, and pushing off the notion that regulations may come between them, he nonetheless took his time to savour that which was imminent. He knew that they were at the point of no return, and yet he couldn't make himself stop. He had wanted her for too long, unaware that his feelings were reciprocated. Perhaps they hadn't been before, but now, it was clear he was not alone with his ardent need.

Guiding himself to her entrance, he lingered there without visiting her, running his swollen head up and down as if he was painting her with a brush. He swallowed, trying to find words as a sense of finality came over him.

"Are you certain..?" he grated thickly, wanting her to say yes, but also not wishing that she may regret it afterwards. Looking down at her where she lay, at the tip him and at the brink of what may happen next, he decided that he wanted her closer when the moment was due. Therefore, he leaned down, ran his arm underneath her arched back, and lifted her up. He pulled her into his lap again, so that she once more straddled his thighs, and looked deep into her eyes - their mouths mere inches away. He could feel her hardened peaks scrape against the planes of his chest, and in embracing her, their breaths mixed between their faces.

She only had to start moving in order for them to join, and if she did... he would steal the sounds she made with his lips - kissing her when she made the decision for them.

Re: Day 06 [1200 hrs.] Mess Hall

Reply #27 – October 29, 2022, 05:29:05 PM

[Ens. Mia Dunne | Tyreke’s Personal Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]
ATTN:  @Auctor Lucan


Mia watched as Tyreke raised himself between her legs. Her hands reaching out as if pleading to touch him in any way. Her eyes traveled down the length of his body, memorizing as much as she could. Her dreams could not even compare to what she saw now. She let out a breathy soft moan as she felt the tip of his penis rubbing against her and her eyes were drawn to the contrast of dark and light skin tones that were intoxicating to her.  She knew there would be no stopping for either of them once he sank that beautifully hard length into her. His question almost made her laugh, “Yes! Tyreke I am very sure. Don’t you dare stop now!”

She let out a small gasp as she felt herself being lifted, her hands automatically seeking purchase on his shoulders. She smiled at him, he was just there, at the entrance of her vagina but still not where she wanted him, where she needed him. She knew all she had to do was relax her legs and ... She leaned down to kiss him as she lowered herself slowly. Inch by inch she could feel her vaginal walls stretching to accommodate his girth until she was fully seated.  “Oh yes, you feel so good,“ she whispered against his lips as she slowly started to lift up again.

She’d dreamed of this for so long she wanted to savour every second,  to feel him moving inside her as the pressure that had waned slightly began to rise anew. She knew she was not going to be able to keep it slow for long as she slid back down his length with a moan of pleasure each time the head of his cock rubbed along her inner walls spiking her desires every time.

Re: Day 06 [1200 hrs.] Mess Hall

Reply #28 – November 06, 2022, 04:44:32 PM

[ Lt. Tyreke Okafor | Personal Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] @Eirual
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Distracted as Tyreke might be by the way the light from Qo'noS' surface danced over Mia, the expressions on her face and the sounds she made, the feeling of her against himself was paramount - something he'd never thought he'd experience.

Not sure what he'd expected, he was still somewhat surprised on both their behalves that they weren't deterred by the circumstances they were in - the mission and the regulations being the logical priority. Mia certainly wasn't stopping him, even though he had expected that he'd gone too far at many points already. Surely Vanya, Stark or Ives would blame him for taking advantage of a lower ranking officer that reported directly to him. The development had gotten out of hand, but expectations aside, he hadn't been hoping she would stop it at all.

And just like that, they were beyond the point of no return, when he felt her lowering herself. Slowly, she sheathed him all the way inside her, and kissed him whilst she did so. Tyreke's thoughts were leaden with desire, feeling her body rub against his own in the onset of the pagan dance. "You t-too," he said, and he savoured the moments in full, his dark hands running over her fair skin, and his mouth seeking hers anew.

Naturally, the paced rhythm didn't remain for long, as they both wanted more. With his heart thundering in his ears, Tyreke eventually ran his arms underneath her legs and stood up from the couch - never vacating her. She was small and lithe, and carrying her in his arms with her legs spread wouldn't have been an issue even if he wasn't fuelled by desire. Taking the initiative, and not letting her tire her legs by being the only one moving, he carried her to his table. With a sweep of his arm, he cleared it from half-finished prosthetics and set her down on the edge.

In the heat of the moment, he couldn't remember afterwards if she had her arms around his neck already, but he did kiss her still - his warm lips raining against her neck and throat like thunder in a storm. He wasn't sure, victim as he was to the winds of passion, teeth clashing with hers here and there. He continued pushing into her, but as he felt himself nearing the brink, he soon paced himself... wishing to prolong the inevitable. His movements were suddenly slower, less heated, yet firmer, as he looked into her eyes - lips pursed in awe at their shared experience.

Re: Day 06 [1200 hrs.] Mess Hall

Reply #29 – November 20, 2022, 09:09:51 PM

[ Ens. Mia Dunne | Tyreke’s Personal Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ]
ATTN:  @Auctor Lucan


The slow movements gave way to the heated passions that she suspected they had both kept hidden for far too long.  She felt his arms pulling her legs around his waist as he rose from the couch still holding her intimately connected as they were, the movement pushing his shaft deep. She moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as her hips rocked against him as he walked across the room. The cold hard surface of the table was a contradiction to the heat she felt through her entire body. She heard the muted scattering of mechanical arms and legs falling to the floor as she smiled into his kiss then tilted her head back as his lips pressed hotly against her neck and throat.

She leaned back slightly and her hands grabbed onto his upper arms, her body covered with a glistening sheen of perspiration as she pulled her knees higher. “Tyreke, oh yes, harder,” Mia moaned as she felt his engorged shaft hitting her deep, each stroke of his cock sending a spike of pressure and pleasure through her. Building one on another till she thought she would explode into a million pieces.

His movements slowed, but there was more of a thrust into her tight core with each movement. She looked up into his face, mesmerized by the heat she found held there. The light from Qo’noS creating an intricate pattern upon his face that was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and focused totally on their approaching pinnacle of passion.

She could feel her climax growing nearer, her eyes locked with his. “Oh yes, I’m so close, Tyreke, oh fuck yes, take me harder,’ Mia begged as she used her legs to pull him into her, “Oh Yes... I am... Oh...Oh... OHHHYESSSSSS!”  Her head fell back as she felt the powerful explosion throughout her body, her fingers digging into his arms as her orgasm hit her, the walls of her velvety sheath pulsing around him again and again.

Re: Day 06 [1200 hrs.] Mess Hall

Reply #30 – November 23, 2022, 04:36:27 PM

[ Lt. Tyreke Okafor | Personal Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] @Eirual
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As she begged him for more, Tyreke obliged her to the best of his ability, shy of hurting her outright with the force he put into his motions. "Ṣe o fẹ diẹ sii?" he grated thickly, leaning down over her so that he could wrap one arm behind her upper back for leverage. "Nitorina o jẹ..."

The table creaked underneath her, the metal fastenings to the deck protesting, yet he didn't stop since he was also close to the brink. Like the the stormy sea hitting the shore in waves, he moved against her - giving her what they both wanted. He couldn't last like this for as long as he wished, but neither could she, since he could feel the onset of her climax in the way she gripped him - convulsed around him. He joined her cries of pleasure with rough sounds deep down in his throat, feeling the light-headed euphoria seizing his mind. Still moving throughout the seizure that shook him, he spent himself inside Mia - making the warmth of her throbbing confines warmer still.

Eventually, he paced himself, looking into her eyes. His movements slowed, self-awareness returning gradually. While errant thoughts about how they had breached regulations came to him in the direct aftermath, they were overshadowed by the awe of what they had just shared, and he leaned down to kiss her whilst the aftershocks still coursed through them both. He had yet to vacate her, hard still, though he knew not what to say next - the brittle moment shared in the wake of what they'd done so easily shattered by awkwardness.

"Do you feel alive yet, lẹwa?" he asked against her lips, smiling at the corny way it sounded to him.

Then, if she wished to get up, he'd let her - parting with her even though his arousal had yet to settle - as he wasn't about to keep her pinned against the table top indefinitely.

- FIN

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OOC:
Ṣe o fẹ diẹ sii? Nitorina o jẹ. = You want more? So be it.
lẹwa = Beautiful