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Chapter VIII
Part 1
To say it
was a race against time was an understatement, not to mention a tad cliché,
though one thing was certain; Rand did not relish the thought of being torn
apart and ingested by that thing outside.
Rand stormed
into the small, cramped office where she’d worked on Dr. Ellis’ logs, and
rummaged through everything that was on the desk, until she spotted the leather
pouch and grabbed it. She looked
at Dr. Ellis’ recorder and knew that she wouldn’t need it, so she left it
there.
Rand stood
by the door and hastily gave the room one last final sweep with her eyes, to
make sure that she didn’t need anything else, and then left, not even bothering
to close the door behind her, as if doing so would perilously cost her precious
time.
“One down, three
more tasks to go until you reach that holy grail,” she thought.
While the
Enterprise was hardly a goblet with mystical powers, it did offer refuge with
its surrounding structure, weapons, and various levels of speed that would take
her away to safety from this hellish place.
Rand picked
up her pace. She simply would not
feel better until she was in her room packing. She saw the strip of hallway leading to her quarters up
ahead, that strip of hallway that made her sigh with relief, the ‘light’ in the
dark corridor.
“Almost
there,” she thought.
Then,
suddenly, in her anxiousness to reach her room, her legs collided together,
causing her to lose her balance.
Rand fell,
hard, on her stomach and chest.
She grunted in pain, gritted her teeth, and cursed.
“What the
fuck just happened here,” she whined out loud.
Undeterred,
she hoisted herself up and realized that the logs were no longer in her
hand. She looked around and
spotted the envelope just a few feet behind her, walked over and picked it up,
and turned.
That’s when
she saw him, standing right in the spot where she was headed, that part of the
corridor that lead to her room.
Khobran.
Tall,
strong, beautiful.
And quite
naked.
His deep
jade skin was cast with a soft, amber glow that surrounded him, like a
halo. Rand stood there,
trembling. She knew damn well that
this man standing in front of her was not Khobran, not her lover. This entity was pulling all the stops
trying to keep the landing party on this planet. What tricks had this thing performed to keep Dr. Ellis’
party here? She looked at this
imposter, her sexual and romantic longings stirring up inside her, like rising
heat.
“No! No!”
Rand tensed
her body, fighting against this urge to go to him, but the stronger the urge
became, the more it stripped her of her willpower, her resolve, and she
wondered if she and the rest of the crew were really going to make it off of
Tijus.
Khobran’s
lips formed into a strange smile that was both alluring and vacant, the same
smile that he gave her back in the shower room. He turned slowly in the direction of Rand’s quarters and
started to walk there. Rand’s
throat tightened, for she knew what would happen next.
“No! No! I won’t go! You
can’t have me! I won’t let you touch me!”
Her hand
gripped tightly around the leather envelope while her other hand pressed
against her temple, but she couldn’t stop the hunger for Khobran in his naked, masculine
beauty. She felt her body
being pulled, her legs moving with a life of their own, following her puppet
master. She tried to plant her
feet to the floor, but she kept on robotically.
God, she
wanted him. Badly. After a while,
it felt like free will, and by the time they both entered her quarters, she was
his. She closed the door hastily
behind her, almost closing the door on her fingers.
Khobran
moved to the edge of her bed and sat there, sinking into the mattress with his
muscular weight. Rand went over to
him, situating herself between his open strong thighs. She tossed the envelope
behind her, and then pulled off Begay's robe with abandon while Khobran watched
silently.
As Rand
pulled off her nightshirt, Khobran traced his fingers along her exposed skin. When the nightclothes were off and down her ankles, she kicked them away.
Rand felt
different, strange, as she stood nude in front of Khobran. Something had
changed.
She looked
down at her body, and saw that it was no longer the wan, wasting mess that it
was before. It was now restored
gloriously to its lush, buoyant, toned physicality.
She threw
her head back joyously and pressed herself against Khobran’s large, exploring
hands, reveling under his firm, roaming fingers. Rand sighed and giggled. She wanted this.
She needed this; his touch, his warmth, his intrusion, and she was going
to avail herself to all of it, even if all of it was just an illusion.
Her ripe
body came alive under his hands as he scooped them under her full breasts and
pressed them together. He swept
his thumbs up and along her globes until he reached the pink hardness of her
nipples and traced them ever so lightly, the tickly sensation making Rand’s
areolas rise and pucker.
Rand parted
her lips and drew in her breath as she ran her own hands along the sides of
Khobran’s arms, making a detour to his biceps and squeezing them.
As Rand’s
ecstasy rose under the strokes of her lover, so did the light. Its soft, amber crystal hues stretched
out from behind Khobran and coated everything in the room. She watched him, his full lips parted,
his violet eyes darkly lit in the rays as he watched her, his beautiful, rugged
features, the emerald color of his skin glazed and warmed in the soft sparkling
effulgence.
“God, even
in all this fakery, he’s breathtaking,” she thought.
Khobran ran
his hands up from Rand’s nipples, her breasts, along her shoulders, the nape of
her neck, to the back of her head.
His fingers lacings through her thick, blond hair, he drew her head to
his, and kissed her. He sucked her
lips, pried them open with his tongue and explored her mouth. Rand threw her arms around Khobran’s
neck and pressed forward, urging him by plunging her own tongue into his warm
mouth and running it along his teeth, the roof of his mouth. They were like this for a while until
he pressed hard against her lips one last time. He pulled back a bit and softly
bit and tugged on Rand’s lower lip, then kissed and nibbled along her chin,
under her jaw, and down her neck.
Khobran continued to kiss down her body, reaching her breasts and
nuzzling his nose, lips and chin along and around her full mounds, already
aroused from his earlier thumb play.
With his
tongue, he traced one of her nipples and then flicked it back and forth, making
it even more erect before nipping it and pulling it gently with his teeth. Rand pushed her breasts closer to
Khobran, urging him on, tempting him, calling his name and sighing. She reached with her fingers and
gathered Khobran’s glossy, thick blue-black hair, bunching the strands into her
fists. As Khobran brought his
mouth to her other nipple, he simultaneously swept his hands down her back and
stomach until one gripped the bottom center of her taunt buttocks, and the
other foraged through her pubic hair and found her clit, taking his middle
finger and moving it up and down its length, slowly and firmly, while the
fingers from his other hand
slipped under her resilient cheeks and spread open the swollen lips of
her vagina from behind.
Rand jolted
against Khobran and pulled his hair harder, whispering incoherently and saying yes
yes yes right there! She started
to turn her hips while Khobran mercilessly worked her, back and forth, making
her wetter and hotter with each stroke.
His other thick finger dipped in and out of her damp cunt, while she
rocked her hips and ass ever so slowly.
Khobran
detached his mouth from Rand’s breast and gazed at her, licking the bottom of
his lip. He removed his hands from
her vagina and grabbed her buttocks.
He kneaded them vigorously, cupping and rolling the firm glutes with
worship. Then, scooping his hands
under her cheeks, he lifted her up and tossed her over his head. Rand landed on the bed behind him with
a yelp.
Rand
reclined on the mattress, her hands gripping the sheets as Khobran prowled
towards her. He grabbed her by the
waist and lifted her again, until she was suspended upside-down. Carefully, he lowered himself onto the
mattress while still holding her. He opened his legs, propping his feet on the bed so that his
knees were raised. Then, he
lowered Rand with care until she lay on top of him, the both of them having
full access to each other’s genitalia.
Rand
hungrily reached for Khobran’s testicles and ran her hand along its bigness,
its buoyancy and strength. With
one hand, she cupped her fingers over his balls while she held his huge cock
with the other, rubbing it against her lips while she ran her tongue over and
up his engorged shaft, the veins protruding along its length. Khobran moaned and grunted his approval
while he pushed her legs wider until her vaginal lips parted and revealed her
ripe pink clit. Grabbing her ass,
he pushed her down until her slit was pressing his mouth. He licked along her raw, sensitive bud,
first up and down, and then in circular motions while he inserted his middle
and index finger deep inside, past her lips and into her cunt as his other hand
clutched her buttock. Rand let out
a shuddering sigh as Khobran’s fingers slid in and out of her, pressing against
her tightening wall. She responded
by wrapping her lips around his foreskin and pulling it in one continuous
suction, while she clasped his firm balls greedily. She wanted him to cum hard in her mouth, on her breasts and
stomach as he screamed her name.
Khobran moaned louder, almost bellowing, and she smiled in smug
satisfaction as she removed her mouth and started jerking her hand frantically
along his member.
“Spray all
over me, you bastard,” she said heatedly.
Rand slid
her finger between the crack of his ass while she continued to jerk him off,
when suddenly, she found herself whirling and turning in the air until she
landed on her back, her arms flung above her head. Khobran was over her now, positioned on his knees, pushing
her thighs up so that her own knees were over her shoulders. She could feel herself tremble as he
guided his huge, erect cock inside her in one swift push.
“KHOBRAN!
OOOHHH SHIT YES! FUCK ME!”
He entered
her tight, wet snatch easily, and she responded by getting wetter, hotter, her
walls closing and suctioning around him as he buried himself in her
depths. Rand’s legs were slung
over his broad shoulders, slick and wet with his perspiration, which she could
feel cling behind her knees. She
grabbed his biceps and squeezed them, urging him on as he probed her relentlessly, his wideness
stretching and rubbing the firm elastic walls, sensitive, raw, throbbing around
him.
Rand shook
her head with abandon, her own body now drenched in sweat, strands of her hair
stuck to the sides of her face and neck.
She shut her eyes tight and screamed her lover’s name, not giving a shit
who else heard as he pounded into her.
She reveled in his alien invasion, his pushing, pulling, the feel of his
testicles literally smothering her swollen lips when he grinded against her.
Rand felt
herself whirling again, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself on top
of Khobran, his magnificent, glistening body underneath her in the throes of
passion while his hips rose, driving himself into her. They were thrusting at one another like
wild animals, her hands tightening onto Khobran’s chiseled pectorals while his
hands gripped into the curves of her hips. He reached further to her buttocks and pulled them apart so
Rand’s anus was exposed and open to the light caress of the air in the room,
and she responded by gyrating her hips frantically over his taunt, wet
member.
They bucked,
writhed against each other, his cock pulling and pushing against her snug
passage. She closed in on him, her
suctioning walls quickening, pulling him in deeper. She gasped as the sensation between her legs mounted and vibrated,
his manhood curving upward and straining as he pressed his pelvis against
her. They came long, hard in waves
of cresting, engulfing moisture, he in jettison spurts that hit Rand in the far
back wall of her cunt, adding to the intensity of her orgasm. Khobran took his middle finger,
drenched from his earlier exploration, and inserted it into her asshole,
pushing against her passage, causing a delicious friction that, coupled with
her orgasm, sent her through the roof.
She came in shuttering hits.
They cried out together until their orgasms ebbed away, and their bodies
went limp and collapsed together, he on the mattress and she on top of
him.
The sweat of
their bodies, the heaving of their spent breaths, mingled as they rested together,
until Khobran gently pushed Rand off of him, picked her up, and positioned her
on the head of the bed, so that she was on her hands and knees, her legs and
arms spread low and wide, her tart little ass pointing up jauntily. Rand could feel her clit straining out
from under her hairs, droplets of sweat sliding down between her lips, hanging
tauntingly off her erect bud.
Khobran’s hands caressed her buttocks and hips, sweeping upward until
his hands met at the twin peaks, and then, in one clasping movement, pulled
them open, stretching her like before.
Rand drew in her breath sharply in anticipation as he twirled his tongue
around the rim of her anus in a light, fluttery motion, making her quiver. He teased her like this for a time, but
then plunged his tongue deep inside her ass.
“OH,
GODYOUARESOFUCKINGFILTHY!!”
She pushed
forcefully against his tongue, as if he couldn’t go in deep enough for
her. With his other hand he
reached underneath her and found her wet bud and manipulated it with his middle
finger. Rand moaned and sobbed as
her body continued to press back on Khobran’s mouth, her hands gripping the
sheets on either side of her. Her
vaginal walls contracting from deep within, the sensation building in intensity
and rising to her lips and clit.
“AAAH,
KHOBRAN!! OH,GOD YEEEESSSS…”
THRUMP…THRUMP…THRUMP!
The knocking
was followed by the turning of the doorknob, startling Rand beyond reason.
“Yeoman!
Yeoman! Open the door! I can not open it!”
“Wh-wha-what?!”
It is Mr.
Spock, Yeoman! We are all ready to beam up! We were concerned when
you were not accounted for…”
“Go
away! Just go away!”
Rand was not
going to let Spock, or anyone else, get in the way of this hot bliss. She was pleasure drunk, light in the
head and burning between her legs, the tips of her breasts, inside her anus,
her pores tingling at every corner of her skin. Oh, God, make this last forever! I can stay like this forever!
“Yeoman, we
are not leaving without you, and time is not something we have in abundance!”
“Go away
then! Leave me!”
“Exactly
what is it that you are doing, Ms. Rand?”
“I’M GETTING
RIMMED, MR. SPOCK!!”
She rocked
her hips furiously while making loud, wordless noises, as if doing so would
make the reality go away.
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
The door
crashed wide open, its hinges splintering and flying apart. Rand screamed, jumping headlong under
the covers and tucking them around her, like a cocoon.
“NOOOOOOOO! LEEEAAAVVVEEEE MMMEEEE ALOOOOOONNNNEEEEEE! FUCK YOU!”
“Nurse
Rose! We are in need of your
assistance! Please!”
Rand
trembled under the blankets as she heard footsteps coming towards her.
“I got this,
Mr. Spock,” Rose said.
Rand felt
the mattress sink beside her as Spock’s footsteps retreated out the room.
“Come on,
Janice. We have to get out of
here. Come on,” said the nurse
gently, reaching under the tucked blankets and pulling it out slowly from under
Rand, who was now shaking so uncontrollably that her grip on the covers had
weakened.
Rand was now
laid bare, her pale, undernourished body huddled like a premature fetus. The light was gone, and all of its hypnotic illusions gone with it. Her healthy, pink voluptuousness was
gone. Khobran was gone. She was cold, and that cold seeped down
past her skin, organs, and into her marrow. Rand felt, for the first time, like she was dying. And she was right.
They all
were.
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