#Exhibitionist #Pregnancy
T’pol Vulcan Science Officer on the NX 01 enterprise faces the challenge of being stuck in the expanse. When her Pom farr hits.
Personal log: Stardate I don’t even know anymore, as the ship’s internal chronometer has been non-functional since the last attack. It feels like ages since I’ve had any sense of time, drifting through the void of space, disconnected not only from the universe outside but from any reliable measure of my own existence. Now, I find myself facing the onset of my Pon Farr, the Vulcan instinct that can only be described as a primal urge to mate, that rises inside all Vulcans.
“Hey, T’Pol, can I get a hand?” Tripp asked, glancing back at her with a playful grin. The dimly lit corridor of the Enterprise felt a bit cramped as he shifted some equipment around, his hands busy with a particularly stubborn panel.
She raised an eyebrow at his request but approached nonetheless, her footsteps silent against the floor. “What do you need assistance with, Commander?” She studied the panel, noting the numerous tools scattered around him. After a moment, she pointed to one of them.
“Could you please hand me that Plasma Torch?” she asked, gesturing towards the tool resting on the crate next to her. The glint of the metal in the dim light caught her eye, and she was eager to get back to her thoughts.
She picked up the torch and handed it to him, her fingers briefly brushing against his as she did so. A small shiver ran down her spine, an involuntary reaction to the touch. She quickly composed herself, hiding any outward sign of her discomfort.
He took the torch, their hands briefly touching again as he accepted it. Tripp glanced up at her, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he noticed her slight reaction. “You alright, T’Pol? You look a bit flushed.”
He set the torch aside and stepped closer to her, his gaze studying her intently. There was a hint of concern in his eyes, but also a flicker of something else. Trip reached out to touch her forehead, checking for any signs of fever. He furrowed his brow, his hand lingering on her skin a moment longer than necessary. Trip’s voice was softer now, his touch lingering too. “You’re definitely warm. Maybe you should take a break and rest for a bit.”
He gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her hips. Trip’s eyes searched hers, the concern now mixed with a touch of possessiveness. He knew something was off with her, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Seriously, T’Pol. You’re worrying me. What’s going on?” He moved even closer, his body now flush against hers. Trip’s voice was low and filled with an uncharacteristic seriousness. “I can tell something’s wrong. Talk to me. Please.”
As T’Pol explained the nature of her condition, Tripp listened intently, his eyes widening slightly with understanding. He gently rubbed her arms, trying to soothe her as he spoke. “So, it’s like a Vulcan mating cycle?” He nodded, processing the information. His grip on her arms tightened slightly as he spoke, his voice now tinged with a hint of protectiveness. “And you’re experiencing these… urges right now? In the middle of space?”
She nodded, her eyes meeting his, a mix of vulnerability and frustration in her gaze. T’Pol was struggling to keep her emotions in check, the combination of the Pon Farr and Tripp’s proximity causing her control to slip.
Tripp’s grip on her arms loosened as he took a step back, trying to give her some space. But his eyes never left hers, filled with a newfound understanding and something akin to desire. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn between concern for her and his own instinctual response to her current state.
T’Pol watched him step back, her eyes following his every move. She took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure. However, her body betrayed her, yearning for his touch once more. Her gaze darkened, a flicker of lust passing through it as she looked at him.
Tripp noticed the change in her gaze, the desire evident in her darkening eyes. He swallowed hard, feeling his own control wavering. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the urge to pull her against him again almost overwhelming. But he managed to stay where he was, his voice coming out huskier than he intended. “Is there… any way to make it go away? Or at least ease the symptoms?”
T’Pol shifted uncomfortably, her breathing growing slightly heavier as the Pon Farr intensified. She forced herself to meet his gaze, her voice steady but strained. “I am reluctant to discuss the… full details with you Commander.”
Tripp’s eyes darkened further at her refusal to share the full extent of her situation. The thought of T’Pol in such a primal state, yearning for something he could provide, sent a jolt of arousal straight to his groin. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them again. His hands settled on her hips once more, his grip tighter than before. “T’Pol… please. Tell me what you need. I want to help you.”
She let out a shaky breath as he pulled her against him, the feeling of his hands on her hips sending sparks of desire through her body. T’Pol could feel her resolve weakening with each passing moment, the Pon Farr clouding her judgment and making it difficult to resist the temptation that was Tripp. She looked up at him, her eyes dilated with need, and spoke in a low, husky voice. “The only way to alleviate the symptoms is… to mate.”
Tripp’s grip on her hips tightened reflexively as the word “mate” left her lips. He could feel his own arousal spike at the thought, his heart pounding in his chest. His breath hitched slightly as he looked down at her, seeing the raw need written all over her face. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, the idea of satisfying T’Pol’s primal urges was almost irresistible. He took a shaky breath, his voice coming out rough and strained. “Are you saying you need… me?”
T’Pol nodded, unable to trust her voice. Her hands moved up to grip his shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of his uniform. The scent of his skin, the feel of his body against hers, was driving her wild with need. She could feel her control slipping further, the Vulcan part of her mind being drowned out by the overwhelming desire to mate. T’Pol’s hips shifted slightly, instinctively seeking friction against him.
Tripp let out a low groan as her hips pressed against him, the unmistakable hardness of his own arousal straining against his uniform pants. His hands slid around to grip her ass, pulling her even closer as his resolve shattered completely. The fact that it was T’Pol, the logical and stoic Vulcan, in this primal state was both a shock and a massive turn-on for him. He leaned down to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent with a deep shudder.
T’pol tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. Her hands moved up to tangle in his hair, holding him against her as he nuzzled and kissed her sensitive skin. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it harder and harder to think straight. She could feel the slickness between her legs growing, her Vulcan anatomy already preparing for what was to come. With a desperate whimper, she began to rub herself against him.
Tripp let out a strangled moan as she began grinding against him, the feel of her wetness seeping through their clothes driving him wild with desire. His hands tightened on her ass, helping her find a rhythm that rubbed her clit against his hard cock through their clothes. He could feel his control slipping away completely, his human urges taking over as he realized he was about to give in to his primal instincts and mate with a Vulcan.
T’Pol’s hips bucked against him, her breath coming in short, gasping pants as she chased her release. The friction was exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure through her body with each roll of her hips. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Needed him inside her. With a growl, she tore at his uniform shirt, ripping it open to expose his muscular chest.
Tripp barely registered the sound of his shirt tearing open, too lost in the feel of her grinding against him to care. He groaned as her hands roamed over his bare chest, her touch sending sparks of arousal straight to his groin. His own hands moved to her uniform, tugging at the fabric in a futile attempt to get it off. He was too worked up, too desperate to mate with her to focus on removing their clothes properly.
T’pol let out a frustrated snarl, her Vulcan composure completely gone in the face of her primal urges. She pulled back just enough to yank her own uniform off, tossing it aside carelessly. Standing before him completely naked, her pussy dripping with arousal and a feral glint in her eyes, she looked like a Vulcan on a mission. Without waiting for him to undress, she dropped to her knees and began fumbling with his fly.
Tripp’s eyes widened in surprise and arousal as she dropped to her knees in front of him. He watched, dazed, as she tugged at his belt and yanked his pants down just enough to free his throbbing cock. The sight of her naked and ready, with his member in her hand, almost made him come undone right then and there. He let out a shaky moan, his hands tangling in her hair as she looked up at him with primal hunger in her eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, T’pol leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She wasted no time in taking him deep, her mouth working up and down his shaft with a hunger born of her Vulcan mating urges. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, lapping up the precum that beaded at the tip as she began to bob her head rapidly.
Tripp let out a guttural moan, his fingers tightening in her hair as she sucked him off with a fierce intensity. The sight of her, usually so controlled and reserved, on her knees with his cock in her mouth was almost too much for him to handle. He struggled to keep himself from cumming right then and there, the wet heat of her mouth and the sight of her hungry eyes sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.
T’pol didn’t gag or pull back, her throat opening to take him even deeper. She could taste the salty tang of his precum on her tongue, the primal part of her brain urging her to take his seed any way she could get it. She began to move faster, her head bobbing up and down his shaft with a desperate urgency. Her hands gripped his hips, pulling him deeper into her mouth with each thrust.
Tripp could feel his control slipping further and further away with each passing second. The feel of her hot, wet mouth on his cock, the sight of her flushed face and dark eyes, was driving him wild with need. He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm barreling towards him at breakneck speed. He tugged at her hair, trying to warn her that he was about to cum, but all that came out was a strangled moan.
T’pol didn’t slow down or stop, sensing his impending release. She continued to suck him with abandon, her eyes locked on his face as she worked him towards a climax. The taste of his precum grew stronger on her tongue, her own arousal dripping down her thighs in anticipation. She wanted his cum, needed it to ease the burning desire that consumed her. With a loud slurp, she took him all the way down to the base, burying her nose in his pubic hair and swallowing around him.
That was it for Tripp. The feeling of her throat constricting around the head of his cock, the lewd slurping sounds filling the room, sent him hurtling over the edge. He threw his head back with a strangled cry, his hips bucking wildly as he erupted in her mouth. Hot spurts of cum filled her throat, pulsing out of him in waves as his release crashed over him like a tidal wave.
T’pol swallowed greedily, drinking down every drop of his cum like it was a life-giving elixir. The taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his seed filling her stomach, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her own body. She could feel the burning desire within her ease slightly, but it wasn’t enough. Her mating urges demanded more, demanded that she be filled completely by her mate. She continued to suckle on his cock, milking him for every last drop of his release.
Tripp shuddered and moaned as she continued to suck him, his orgasm seeming to go on forever under her ministrations. He had never come so hard in his life, his balls drained completely by the insatiable Vulcan. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his cock stopped pulsing and he slumped back against the wall, spent and trembling with aftershocks. But T’pol didn’t stop. She kept sucking him, licking him clean with hungry abandon. Her own arousal was palpable, her scent filling the room and driving him wild again despite having just cum.
T’pol finally pulled back, her lips making an audible popping sound as his now semi-erect cock slipped out of her mouth. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of his cum and the way he was looking at her with a mixture of shock and desire. Her eyes flicked down to his still-hardening member, a low growl rumbling in her throat. The taste of his seed had only served to stoke the fires of her mating urges higher, and she needed more. Needed to be filled by him now.
Tripp could only watch in awe and growing arousal as T’pol got to her feet, her eyes locked on his cock like a predator sizing up its prey. He could see the feral hunger in her gaze, the primal need that had taken over completely. Before he could say or do anything, she was straddling him, her dripping wet pussy hovering just above his hardening cock.
T’pol grabbed his cock and lined it up with her entrance, her breathing ragged and her pupils blown wide with desire. Without hesitation, she sank down onto him, impaling herself on his length with a guttural cry of pleasure. The feel of him filling her, stretching her inner walls to their limits, was pure ecstasy. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she began to ride him hard and fast.
Tripp’s eyes rolled back in his head as T’pol’s tight, slick pussy enveloped him. The feeling was indescribable, the hot, velvety grip of her inner walls squeezing him like a vice. He could feel her arousal dripping down his balls, making lewd squelching sounds each time she lifted herself up and slammed back down onto him. Her tits bounced in his face with each frenzied movement, driving him wild with desire all over again. He gripped her hips tightly, meeting her thrusts with powerful upward snaps of his own hips.
T’pol let out a series of feral growls and moans, completely lost to the primal instincts that drove her. She rode him like a woman possessed, her hips grinding and bucking against his with abandon. The feel of his cock filling her so completely, the sound of their flesh slapping together, was driving her towards a mind-shattering orgasm. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving bloody scratches as she clung to him desperately. The scent of their mating filled the air, thick and heady and making both their heads spin.
Tripp could feel his second orgasm approaching rapidly, the tight clench of her pussy around his cock and the feral display of dominance she was putting on driving him wild. He could feel her inner walls fluttering and rippling around him, knew that she was close to cumming too. The thought of filling her with his seed, breeding her like a wild animal, sent a jolt of primal need straight to his core. He dug his fingers into her hips, meeting her every move with powerful thrusts of his own. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the room echoing with the sounds of their mating. It was raw, primal, and utterly uninhibited. T’Pol was no longer the Vulcan Science Officer, but a Vulcan in heat, and Tripp was her mate for the moment.
T’pol let out a wild, keening cry as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her pussy clenched down hard on Tripp’s cock, spasming and rippling as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her juices gushed out around his shaft, soaking both of them in a mixture of their combined fluids. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her teeth bared in a feral snarl as she rode out her release with abandon. But even as her orgasm crashed over her, she didn’t stop moving. Her hips continued to buck and grind against him, milking his cock for all it was worth as she chased another release already.
Tripp was right behind her, the feeling of her pussy milking him like a vise pushing him over the edge once again. He roared in pleasure, his hips snapping upwards as he erupted deep inside her. Hot jets of cum painted her inner walls, filling her already stuffed pussy to overflowing. But still, he kept cumming, pumping spurt after spurt of thick, potent Human seed into her as her inner muscles continued to squeeze and ripple around him. The room was filled with the sounds of their mating, the wet slapping of flesh and their animalistic cries echoing off the walls. It was a scene of pure carnal debauchery, fueled by the primal urges of a Vulcan in Pon Farr and a Human who was more than happy to oblige.
T’pol could feel Tripp’s cum flooding her pussy, each hot spurt sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her already overloaded nervous system. The primal need to be bred, to be filled with her mate’s seed, was slowly being satisfied with each load he pumped into her. But it wasn’t enough. Her mating urges were far from sated, and she lifted herself off his lap and got down on the floor on all fours wiggling her hips.
Tripp stared at T’pol’s exposed pussy, his own cock twitching and throbbing as it dribbled cum. The sight of her presenting herself to him, wiggling her hips and arching her back in a display of pure animalistic need, sent a jolt of primal desire straight to his core. He got down on the floor behind her, taking in the sight of her dripping wet slit, her flushed skin and sweat-soaked hair. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hips and plunged his cock back into her waiting pussy, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper inside her.
T’pol let out a guttural cry of pleasure as Tripp resumed fucking her from behind. The new position allowed him to hit all of her most sensitive spots, his cock slamming into her womb with each powerful thrust. Her tits swung wildly beneath her, slapping against her chest with each snap of his hips. The wet, sloppy sounds of their mating filled the room, her pussy making lewd squelching sounds as it clenched and spasmed around his pistoning cock. Her juices flowed freely, coating his shaft and balls in a mixture of their combined fluids that dripped down onto the floor beneath them.
Tripp could feel himself losing control, the tight, hot grip of T’pol’s pussy driving him to new heights of pleasure. The sight of her beneath him, completely dominated and lost to her mating urges, was almost too much for him to handle. He wrapped his hand around her throat pulling her up against and burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling the heady scent of her arousal.
T’pol let out a whimper of submission as Tripp’s hand wrapped around her throat, his grip tight but not choking her. The primal display of dominance sent shivers of pleasure racing down her spine, and she instinctively bared her neck to him in submission. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, her hips bucking wildly as she felt herself approaching another orgasm. Her mating urges were screaming at her to submit, to allow her mate to dominate and breed her, and she was all too happy to comply.
Tripp began to pound into her even harder, his balls slapping against her clit with each brutal thrust. The hand around her throat tightened slightly, a clear sign of his dominance over her. T’pol’s moans grew louder and more desperate, her inner walls convulsing around his cock as she teetered on the edge of release. She could feel his teeth scraping against her neck, the sharp points sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her entire body was taut with tension, ready to snap at any moment. With a strangled cry, she came hard, her pussy clamping down like a vice around Tripp’s cock as waves of pleasure washed over her once again.
Tripp felt T’pol’s orgasm rippling through her body, her pussy milking his cock like a vise. The primal satisfaction of reducing this normally stoic and reserved Vulcan to a quivering, orgasmic mess was almost overwhelming. He could feel his own release approaching rapidly, the tight clench of her inner walls pushing him closer and closer to the edge. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and unleashed another massive load of thick, potent Human cum deep inside her already overflowing pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of their mating, the wet slapping of flesh and their primal cries echoing off the walls as they both came undone in a primal display of animalistic passion.
T’pol could feel Tripp’s hot cum flooding her pussy, filling her already stuffed womb to capacity. The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of being so completely dominated and filled with her mate’s seed sending her into a frenzy of pleasure. Her hips bucked and grinded against him, desperate to take every drop of his cum deep inside her.
Tripp continued to cum, his balls throbbing and twitching as they emptied themselves into T’pol’s tight, gripping pussy. He could feel his seed overflowing, leaking out around his cock and dripping down her thighs to form a large puddle on the floor beneath them. He was vaguely aware of the mess they were making, but in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care. All that mattered was breeding this Vulcan lover and satisfying her mating urges.
T’pol let out a low, feral growl as Tripp finally stopped cumming, his cock still rock hard and throbbing inside her. She could feel his cum seeping out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs and forming a sticky mess between them. Her own arousal had reached fever pitch, her mind consumed with the primal need to mate and breed. Despite the massive amount of cum filling her, she still felt insatiable, her hips bucking and grinding against him in a desperate bid to get him to start moving again.
To be continued….
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#Exhibitionist #Pregnancy