DEPTHS By Asso The Conclusion Scene two – The Second Night Begins. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think I don't have to repeat anything about Genre, Spoiler and Rating. I believe everything is clear by now. Only, I must thank Linda again, and hope my effort can be enjoyed. And now... LET'S GO! The Second Night Begins! I tilt my head to see him. He stands in the entrance. He searches for me. His head turns toward me. He sees me. Pride and sensual delight run powerfully through my body and my heart as I catch his look. His eyes widen. His breath stops. He observes me. I breathe deeply. Abysmally, sensuously, libidinously, bawdily… happy…to display myself to him in such a smutty way! To him! To the only man who can see and taste me, while I'm exposing and offering myself in such a lascivious way! To him!... And only to him! Only he has the right to see me so excited, so obscenely offering my body! Only he has the right to hold in his hands... so completely… MY SOUL! ONLY HE! Only he has the right … THE DUTY!… to possess me! Now I know! My destiny is done! Astounded, without breath, I stare at her. Slowly, unable to speak, to do anything else but to drink avidly the majestic sight of the nude body she is offering to me in this unchaste and raunchy way ... to do anything else but to luxuriate eagerly in the marvellous vision of her face, of the unrepressed desire that it shows, I walk around the bed where she lies, celestial and carnal personification of any dream which can convulse the mind and the soul of a man. My mind! My soul! My eyes don’t abandon his, while he turns almost hesitantly around my bed, until he halts in front of me, drinking and devouring greedily the sight that I’m displaying to him of myself. Slowly, intentionally, I lower and then raise my eyelashes and close softly my mouth, showing the tip of my tongue which slides purposely between my lips. Breathing long and deep because of the burning desire that inflames me, but even to give him designedly a clear view of my bare breasts and of my nipples turgid with lust, I glide my hands along my hips up to my bosom, and I cup my breasts with them, lifting them in unequivocal offer. Then - avidly, bawdily, without prudence or containment - I widen my thighs even more, on purpose, so that he can see perfectly my offered sex, and I bring my hands down to lie flat on the downy hairs of my sex, to either side of my labia, so swollen, by now, that they are perfectly evident. And finally, my eyes still locked on his face which is scanning my body attentively and watching all of my acts, terribly excited because of what I’m doing in front of him and for him, I begin to stroke with my thumbs the rims of my labia, spreading them apart, basking in languid luxury to make him see and to foretaste in depth what belongs to him. And that which he will have soon. Very soon! (*I am here, my K’diwa! Ready for you! Only yours! Completely yours! *) I stare at him, poignantly and attentively. I know he understands. (*Make me do whatever you want! Do to me everything you want! Take me! Take me in any way you want! *) I know he understands! (*Because I’m your woman and you’re my man! *) I know he understands! (*Make me die, my Ashayam! *) Make me die of love! Yes! My destiny is signed. And its name is T’Pol. It is strange how now, in front of her, in front of what she’s doing to me and for me… Over the marvel, the… pride… the desire… Over the passion… the love… that she inspires in me... Over all that… this thought dominates... sovereign... in my mind! She is my destiny! (*You are my destiny, T’Pol! *) And this destiny will be dreadful! Sometimes she will elevate me to paradise. And sometime she will sink me into hell. Sometimes she will quench my thirst with her love. And sometimes she will leave me hungry and without hope. THIS WILL BE MY DESTINY! But… I watch her. I watch her splendid body that so reliantly, so unboundedly, so trustingly she’s offering to me. I watch her eyes… And I see in them something that is over and above the passion and the lust. Her eyes show… her inner weakness… Her fears… Her need of love… Her confidence that I understand her. (*And I understand you, T’Pol! *) I understand you… By now.. inescapably, inevitably, unavoidably…no woman could ever exist for me, but you! Fatally! (*Fatally! My only, unique, sole destiny! *) What woman could ever be as you are? What woman could ever give her man what you are giving your man? What woman could ever surrender herself to her man the way you’re throwing yourself at your man? YOUR MAN! ME! This marvellous thing inflames my whole being! That’s what she is telling me without words. THAT! That’s the truth! Not what she said to me in the morning! Not that! The truth is in what happened between us the past night. In what is about to happen… this night! I see and recognize this truth in her eyes, on her face, in her demeanour, in her whole body so openly offered to me! “I am here, my beloved! Ready for you!” That’s what she’s silently saying to me! “Only yours! Completely yours!” I watch her, I watch all she’s doing for me, for her man! It’s like I am hearing her thoughts! “I’m your woman and you’re my man!” It’s like I am capable of reading her mind. Her soul! “Take me! Make me die!” Yes, my love! I understand you! (*I will make you die! *) I advance toward her, gazing at her. I will make you die of love! I see him advance toward me, gazing at me straight and purposely. He halts in front of me, and he stands so, firm, keeping his arms crossed on his chest, smiling slightly, without making a move, simply looking at me, simply waiting. I watch up him, fully dressed yet and conscious of his dominant position over me, lying disrobed and exposed to him, who stays before me, one inch from my bare legs, which drop down from the edge of my bed on the floor. And this, the fact that I’m naked while he is still wearing his clothes, the fact I have to look at him from the bottom to the top, so lewdly exhibited as I wanted and as I want, and so defenseless, subdued and pregnable, so hinging on his will… …all that ignites inside me an unknown sensation. A sort of languid pleasure. An enjoyment. A... lust! To be not only so totally in possession of him, but also… so totally in subjection to him. I don't know, I don't understand that, but it's so. And this new and stirring emotion pushes my arousal ever more upward, if possible. My look runs along his features, stopping inevitably at the height of the bulge that extends mightily his trousers, as a clear sign of his excitement, and my hands burst forth on their own volition to his belt, to draw down his breeches and to bring to the light the source… and the end of my carnal desire. The only water which can damp the scorching flame of my wild wish. I want to see it! I want to hold it in my hands, to squeeze it, to stroke it, to kiss it, to lick it, to suck it, to feel it again inside me! But his hands stop mine! His hands deny me to make free the master of my sex, to make it free to torment sweetly my flesh again. I raise my face towards his, my wrists clenched in his hands, in my eyes a questioning… and beseeching look. His smile is a roguish grin, now, and, while his eyes sparkle with pride in the knowledge of his triumph, he talks with a soft tone. “We have time.” A powerful frisson anticipatory of the boded pleasure runs, almost frightening, inside me and over me. My bosom rises with a prolonged breath of pure desire. My body shudders, my lips get dry, my nipples twitch, my vulva throbs, the smell of the juices of my arousal, which drown my sex, imbues the air around us. He sees and feels perfectly all that and perfectly reads in my widened eyes the greedy eagerness that churns up my mind and my heart. And he reads in them my subjection! His smile grows, proud and dominating. He leans slightly on me, my wrists still pent-up in his hands, and he talks again, with such a low voice that even my ears almost do not hear it. “Now we begin!” I close my eyes, incapable of doing anything else but breathing heavily, at the mercy of my desire and of his will. I hear again his voice. Sure and nevertheless sweet. “Obey me, Honey.” (*Honey! *) I can’t help but nod, my eyes still closed. Submissive, docile, dutiful, enthralled. Enslaved by his love! HAPPY! Now I’m capable of recognizing this emotion! I’m happy! Happy to be his love slave! I must remember to say something to those who assert Vulcans are made of ice. This impish thought flashes impudently in my brain while I see her eager look running along me and stopping – pruriently – at the height of the bulge that extends my trousers. (*Ice, eh? *) Her hands burst forth to my belt, and try convulsively to draw down my breeches and to make free my stiffened shaft. (*Oh yes, Ice! *) Inflaming and exciting, the image recurs to me of her, who glides her hands along her hips until her bosom, who holds her breasts from under them, lifting them in unambiguous proffer, who widens her thighs to show perfectly her offered sex… The image of her, who brings her hands down, to either side of her labia, who strokes with her thumbs their rims, spreading them apart, to make me see and to foretaste the warm and wet inside of her yearning vulva… I shake mentally myself. (*Sure, Ice! Ebullient ice! *) But, obviously, nobody will know anything about the peculiar nature of the Vulcan ice. (*This one…*) My hands stop hers, seizing her wrists. (*…is my…*) I grin roguishly, in seeing her face that springs up toward mine, a questioning… and beseeching look in her eyes. (*…MY!… *) I savour with unconcealed pride my triumph! (*…ebullient ice! *) I talk softly. “We have time.” And then… I see her bosom rising with a prolonged breath, her body shuddering, her nipples twitching. I inhale the smell imbuing the air around us with the juices of her arousal. (*EBULLIENT ICE! *) And I read perfectly in her widened eyes the greedy eagerness that churns inside her. And her subjection! My smile grows, proud! I lean slightly on her, her wrists still pent-up in my hands, and I talk again, with such a low voice that I am unsure if even her ears can hear it. “Now we begin!” She closes her eyes and breathes heavily, and I realize that really I won, because, whatever could happen tomorrow, she never will be able to deny that she is mine! She won’t reveal her feelings, probably. She will refuse to express them, I don’t know why. (*But…*) Pride and joy inflate my heart. (*You’re mine! *) Absolutely, completely mine! At the mercy of your desire and of my will! And I speak again, with certitude and at the same time with sweetness. “Obey me, Honey!” (*Yes, MY HONEY! Obey me, and you will die of pleasure and of love! *) And her eyes still closed, she simply nods! Submissive, docile, dutiful, enthralled. Enslaved by my love! HAPPY! I’m capable of creating this emotion in her! She’s happy! Happy to be my love slave! (*And you won’t rue that, my love! You won't have to repudiate what you did, your choices! *) You never shall forget this night, my love! I promise! You never will have to repent that you had trust in me! That you abandoned yourself to me! That you committed to me your body, and your soul! And your heart! Vulcan females don't behave the way you did and do, if what I learned is true. But Vulcan females in love... I believe... they do so! And you… You are in love! WITH ME! Even if you don’t want to admit it. But… no matter! I will be capable of waiting! And you never again will be able to have the smallest doubt about our love. You may attempt to deny it, maybe. Once more! But you won’t succeed. Because this night… THIS NIGHT… I will enfold you with a warm mantle of pure love! I will wrap you with my passion! I will make you die of pleasure! You will palpitate and quiver in my arms! You will yelp and groan under my hands! My mouth will make you shudder! My lips will make you squirm! My teeth will make you wince! My tongue will make you thrill! No part of your body, not even the deeper and more concealed, will escape me! And you will writhe, impaled by my ravenous member, and you will come, and will come, and will come... without pause! And you will implore me to stop, and I won’t stop! And… when I will stop… you will implore me… MORE! And I will drink in your soul! And we will be… ONE! Once more! And I… I gaze at her marvellous face, trepid in the waiting. (*And I will manage in such a way that when, daytime, your fear could push you to deny our love, the memory of this night… the thought of what you expect, at night time, will prevent you from disclaiming your need of love. *) Of my love! And our days... and our nights... will be endlessly happy! Happy! Yes! And suddenly, also in the middle of… our sexual tension, a new feeling... different... makes its mighty road inside me. I.. don't know, it is... I feel her tiny wrists in my hand... I... I know she is strong, but... how petite, delicate are her wrists! I close my eyes, while a... a tenderness... sweet... mild... soft... begins to effuse warmth in my heart. Then, this melting feeling in my eyes, open again to look at her, I sit on the bed, to her left side, one leg resting on the bed, knee bent, the other dangling behind, and carefully I bring her hands next to my face, turning her wrists, so that her palms are turned up. I watch her hands, so small, so dainty, so flimsy... so fragrant, even among the pungent smell of her arousal on them, by a tenuous, delicious perfume, the unique aroma of her skin. I put her hands near my mouth, and I can't help but posing on both her palms a kiss almost impalpable, slight and gentle. Then I close her limp hands in mine, and raise my eyes to look at hers, almost timorously, and I catch her look. Her eyes are open now, widened. She watches me. She almost doesn't breathe. Like me. There's a soft light in her eyes, sweet.. a sort of bated marvel... a sort of... surprised endearment! I don’t dare to speak, to tell her what I feel. What I know she is feeling. But against any fear of hers, this look… this look in her eyes… exists! And this splendour there will be forever! It will accompany me forever! Whatever will happen! We stare each at other so, for a long instant. What… what is this new emotion? So sweet, so warming, so soft, and nevertheless so powerful that it is capable of dragging down even the sensual and carnal need which engulfs me? I watch his eyes, his look, while he scrutinizes mine, in his turn, my hands contained in his, held by his… tenderly? ... tenderly, yes! But how is it possible that in the middle of his… our… sexual tension, he was able to lay on my palms a… a kiss so soft, so mild, so… tender? (*Tender, yes! *) Is this emotion… tenderness? Is it… tenderness and… endearment - (*Endearment, yes!*) – that which is shining softly in his eyes? And how is it possible that I feel… I feel… the same…inside me? How many traps of love is he capable of setting for me? And will I fall… will I fall always… in his traps? Like now? Like all along? ALWAYS? I stare into his eyes, with bated marvel. There’s in them a soft light, a sense of… sure protectiveness – (*Protectiveness, yes! *) They say to me that with him I will be always… safe. Sure. Protected! CHERISHED! Is that also, to be female? To feel… female? Is that also, love? Is it to feel… to know… that… for your man… you will be always the most important thing that exists? To care, to safeguard. To protect! And to know that… for your man… it is important that you know that he will protect you, always! And can a Vulcan man exist … can another man exist who is able to give all this to me? To… be… all this to me? Another man… but HE? So, I have my response. Always, I will fall into his traps of love. Always. Because… he is my man! Always! The man - THE ONLY MAN! – who is capable of loving me with passion and with lust, and, at the same time, of giving me and of having from me… tenderness and endearment! The only man capable of making me feel the most important thing that exists. To care, to safeguard. To protect! TO CHERISH! The only man who is capable of commanding me at the same time he is placing me in the universe's centre. The only man able to make me feel... all at once... his slave and his mistress. MY MAN! We stare at each other, for a long instant, while, as a hidden current, all this passes between us, each of us without speaking, each of us aware of the feelings of the other. Then… impossible to resist… I feel the desire, the absolute need, to sense, to perceive, to relish, to enjoy, to bask in the unique touch of his skin… of his hands upon me. Of the hands of… my man… on my body, on my skin... on my flesh. I open my hands suddenly, freeing them from his, and, without giving him the time to react, I seize his wrists, staring poignantly at his eyes, and I bring his hands to my hips. To lay on my bare hips! It is a touch that warms me and that gives me a pleasure I can’t express! That makes me sigh dreamily! To quiver with a delight that my katra cannot contain! But how was I able to think I could refrain from his touch? From the touch of the hands, of the body… of the soul… of my man? How was I able to be so foolish?!? SO CRAZY! His hands! His hands upon me! Everywhere… upon me! INSIDE ME! His body, his member… inside me! HIS SOUL, INSIDE ME! And the covetousness to be taken and possessed by him flares up again through my whole being! Eyes closed, breathing heavily, I drive his hands to slide softly and slowly from my hips to my belly, and up… up… upon my naked breasts. I bring his hands to lie on my breasts, to take them as in two cups, to squeeze them and to brush my nipples. I keep forcefully his hands on my breasts, arching my spine, shaking my head, moving unconsciously my pelvis… moaning softly… “Ohhhhh…Ohhhh… Mhhhh…” … while I get lost in the pleasure of his touch, and in the pleasure of knowing that he is hearing my groans of pleasure. And that he cannot and doesn’t want to resist my siren call! But… … Suddenly!... … this touch vanishes! (*Oh no, no, no, Ashayam! NO! *) I snap my eyes open wide and find his face one inch from mine. He gazes at me, intensely, purposely. Hard! He has brought my hands to lie on the cushions, to either side of my head, and he is keeping them stuck. I try to move, to speak, weakly. “T.. Tr…” But he stops me, talking on my mouth with a harsh and still mild… and promising… voice. “I said… OBEY ME!” I don’t dare to do or to tell anything. I merely nod, again. Humble. Obedient. Subjected. In his power. As I want. As I need. His features soften and, his lips brushing gently against mine, he talks again, gently and lowly. “This time, darlin’…” (*DARLING!!! *) “… is MY time!” He raises lightly his head to allow me to see his look. His eyes are soft and… savage! They are betokening for me an unknown world of bottomless, unfathomable pleasure. I bend my left knee, and put my foot on the edge of the bed, tilting my left leg towards my right, so as to press my sex … so as to contain some way the torturous fire of desire I feel inside it. His voice again. Husky. Come-hither. Provoking. Allusive. “OUR TIME, Honey!”. I tremble. Yes! Our time, Honey! Our time! But this time I know what I have to do. I think of her when she disrobed herself totally, the first time, catching me by surprise, and… opening to me Heaven's Gateways. And the way… I feel my breath escape! … the way she handled it so I could find her, this night… The way she has brought my hands to her breasts and the way she was moaning with pleasure, genuinely, sure… - I smile knavishly to myself – but also to make… (*… to make me do what you are wishing for and needing, my unflappable love! The art of seduction has in you its best champion, my sweet and innocent Vulcan lady!*) But this time… this “OUR TIME”… (*… Is MY time, my Vulcan lady of the seduction! And if you think that you could deny yourself to me again, sure that I will always fall into your traps of seduction, in any case… well, my lady and my mistress!... I will make you crazy with the only thought that I could deny to you what… NOW… I am going to do to you! *) I look at her face, almost scared in the intensity of her desire… of her need. Of her consciousness of the meaning of my words. I feel the trembling of her body under mine. I smile again, cheekily proud. My arms slid under her back, between it and the silk of her robe, relishing the warm and the smoothness of her nude skin, while my dressed chest presses her naked bosom down. I feel the fullness of her wonderful breasts under me, through the fabric of my t-shirt. I put my left cheek on her left, bringing my mouth to the delicious tip of her ear, feeling her arms, the only part of her body still wrapped in her robe, enfold me. I nibble teasingly, repeatedly, sensually her ear tip, well knowing, by now, the pleasure that this gives her, and I'm gratified by her wriggling beneath me. Then, while my fingers rub delicately her back, I speak very low in her ear, my tone and my words enticing and sensuous, but also bantering and teasing, to make it clear who has the control of the situation. “Now, my sweet, delicious Commander…” I bite lightly her ear tip again, and again she squirms under me. “… you have to follow me and to obey my orders…” I suck her earlobe, and she twists in my arms. “… and you mustn't make the smallest move, if I don’t tell you to do it!” I feel her head nodding, on my face, her arms holding me tightly to her. And she trembles. Again. Mh… I told you that it was possible that things could be hotter than how they have been during the first night. It seems to me I wasn't mistaken. What do you say? Do we want to see how much I was right? Back to Part 6 Continue to Part 8

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