Klingon - Part One

[lizblackdog]

Author: captain_lila

Give her praise and cookies, because these stories are the best Trekkie erotica I ever read.

The usual disclaimer: Klingons, Star Trek, DS9 and all the other stuff belongs to Paramount. captain_lila and I are not making money off it, nor are we attempting to.



I was minding my own business making a pit stop at DS9, mostly to have a decent meal, see some people and make a few repairs. Space gets lonely and the people you work with tend to get on your nerves when you are cooped up in a freighter together. I have the deepest respect.. or something.. for my shipmates but they are an odd bunch.

I saw people alright, or not exactly people, Klingons. Some hours after we docked the space station was flooded with them. Klingon warriors. If we hadn't already started repairs we would have been the hell out of there in an instant. That many Klingons in one place at the same time can only mean trouble sooner, not later. Proud, righteous, they filled up every free space of the bar I had chosen as my resort. Quark's, run by some little Ferengi thing and his sidekick. I cant say I like Ferengis but at least I understand what makes them tick.

Some resort I found. Just my luck.

I watched them, some of them watched me back. I decided to leave after a while. Have you ever made your way through a bar full of Klingons getting drunk? I don't recommend it, they don't step aside and politely wish you a nice day and a safe trip. If they step aside at all the best you can hope for is a grunt.

I made my way to the exit and when I cut the corner to get out faster I bumped into one of them. Hard. Fuck. I'm not big and I'm female, so there is not too much at stake but I don't like being held up by bumping in to massive pieces of flesh. To make things worse, I said it out loud.

"Fuck."

He didn't move and neither did I, I was stuck between him and the doorway, my back now against the wall, and he was effectively blocking my way, looking down on me with a not so loving look in his eyes. I looked back, still no movement. What do you say? "Oh big Klingon warrior, would you mind moving just a teensy weensy bit?" or maybe " Pretty please with sugar on top, get the fuck out of my way?" "Let me go" is not a valid option, not for me anyway. It would be admitting defeat.
I stared back at him and tried with a simple:

"Move."

He grunted and leaned down over me grinning. I hate when they do that. I don't know what came over me, must have been a stress syndrome. The millisecond after I had done it I was cursing at myself vividly in my head. I had punched him. Right in the face and missed, he got his hand up and caught mine by the wrist. Nice spot to be in. I looked him in the eyes, amusement, at least my luck was turning. He grinned at me again, let go of my wrist and stepped back allowing me to pass. Believe me, I passed in a hurry.

I went to see the people I was there to see, then I was going back to the ship and I wasn't going to leave it as long as DS9 was infested with Klingons. I took the road less traveled to get back, I was in a terrible mood and still cursing from my encounter. It had not been a good day. The people I had meet were not as cooperative as I would have needed them to be. "Fuck it all, I need a shower and I need to get off this space station."
On top of it I was getting a headache, I hadn't gotten much sleep the last couple of days, or weeks. Too much on my mind, too much tension.

As I was getting closer to the hangar there he was. Again, lucky me. He was alone, looking straight at me with that grin on his face. Nothing to do but to keep on walking so I did. As I passed him he moved out in front of me.

"Fuck."

He said as we bumped into each other. His big hands grabbed a hold of me and started to turn me around. I snapped. In an adrenaline haze I got my leg up and as he turned me around I kicked him in the side of his stomach, this time I didn't miss, he took a step back, surprised. I kicked him again, right in the face. He stumbled backwards but regained his balance quickly, good thing I know how to duck. It didn't take long for him to end it and we were back to me against the wall and him blocking my way. The only thing that had changed was that I was completely locked. He was so close to me that I could feel his body heat. His face near mine, my heavy breath mixed with his and the look of triumph in his eyes. I bit my lower lip, the phrase "let me go" didn't seem so far fetched anymore. Pride is a thing you have no use for when you are beaten to a bloody pulp.

"Now what?"

My voice wasn't as steady as I would have liked it to be but that hardly mattered, whatever game we were playing I had lost. I'm happy it was a game. I was obviously not a worthy opponent, thank God.

Silence, then he smelled me..... He leaned down and smelled me, slowly moving his head no more then an inch from my body. He grinned again. His mouth so close to my skin had made me shiver, involuntarily, I knew he could feel it.
I bit my lower lip with out thinking and when I let it loose from my own teeth, he moved his face closer and bit it, growling. So this was the game. I could taste the blood wine he had been drinking...

"Is everything alright here?!"

I hadn't noticed that anyone was approaching, he had, and now he was looking at the guards while slowly letting my hands slip out of his, watchful.

"Everything is fine, thank you"

The tone of voice changed from short to uncertain as the guard continued:

"Um, carry on then...Um.. Are you sure Miss?"

"Yes, thank you"

Alone.
His grip had loosened enough for me to free my hands. I gazed down at them, the marks on my wrists, red. I moved closer to him, his body followed my movement like water and left just enough space for me to slip out of his reach. I could leave, he was waiting for my next move, I could leave.
I started to and he remained still, his gaze burning my back. I stopped, turned around, faced him for a brief moment and then continued to walk towards the hangar. I couldn't hear his steps I just felt his presence. I punched in the access code, his breath on my bared neck and then we were inside.

The door closing, his hands from behind, determined, grabbing a hold of the fabric in my shirt, tearing it open, touching my breasts, nipples so hard from excitement it hurt. Too much tension.
Hands sliding down my sides stopping at my waist. So much of him, the scent, his hair falling down around me....So much flesh..... I moaned disgruntled at his stop and impatiently started to unzip my trousers. I wanted, needed him. Fuck.
His hands found mine and helped me in my efforts. I leaned back feeling the rough fabric of his uniform, the ridges of his chest bone underneath it against the back of my head. I sank my nails into his lower arms, scratching. When he was done unzipping my pants his hands continued to the waistline and pulled them half way down my thighs along with my underwear. White cotton.....

He gave me a light push, I moved forward and he leaned down holding me still by biting the back of my neck. The sharp pain of his teeth made me gasp, my hands searched for something to hold on to as his hands reached down to release his member.

The soft humming from the systems surrounded us smooth, pulsating.

I felt *him* brushing against my bared cheeks as the Klingon picked me up and placed me on higher ground. A crate, left by my shipmates no doubt as they had finished for the day and gone out to get wasted and most likely in trouble...Maybe no more trouble then I had gotten in to. Lying on my stomach I grabbed a hold of the far end of the crate and felt him grow pressed against me, my legs dangling.

Klingon placed his hand on my lower back gently pushing me down, his other hand was finding its way along the inside of my thighs held together by my pants.
Open, wet, he held his fingertips by the opening for a short while before pushing two fingers deep inside me. His fingers thick, smoother to the touch than I would have thought before. His breath, getting heavier and as I squirmed when he put his thumb over my button gently rubbing it. He pulled his fingers out and I felt the tip of his glans sliding between my lips.

Massive....Shit....I'm only human for crying out loud........Never mind.....

The thought faded as he pushed gently to get inside and I answered willingly, no go.

"grunt"

No go again....

"Shit."


I rolled over. He looked at me, the sight of him...Powerful, towering up over me....I didn't want to turn back now. Shit.

"growl?"

I kicked off my pants and boots and let them fall to the floor. Waiting, smiling up at him. He leaned over me taking one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking, biting. My body tingled, his hands once again grabbing my flesh, harder this time.
I grabbed his hair with both hands getting all tangled in and pushed him down towards my lap. He kept his mouth open and left a trail of saliva starting from my chest. As I moved to a more upright position he leaned forward, allowing me to rest my legs on his shoulders as I pressed my flower to his face.

God damned, his tongue, demanding, forceful...His incoherent grunts as I wrapped my legs tighter around his body...Closer, harder...My eyes open without seeing, al my senses concentrated to pick up only the movements made by his mouth...Tongue swirling around my clit and in to my body...The destiny of a thousand stars depending on the next move by the tip of his tongue. He felt my body jerk and pulled away. Taking two step backwards gazing at me as I panted for air and regained my ability to speak.

I sat up, angered by the interruption to my pleasure, hurting from lust for him, not caring anymore.

"Fuck me"

Hesitation...

"Get the fuck over here and FUCK ME you nit wit, didn't you hear me the first time?"

I didn't smile but the _expression on his face changed to the now well known grin as he got back to me. His large hands grasping my thighs, spreading them wide apart, fiercely pulling me into position. A small drop glistering at the tip of his huge dark penis getting closer to my womb still dripping from his saliva. I whimpered as he found the entrance to my cave and pushed, hard...He looked down at the lips of my cunt as they clung around his glans trying to resist him. Harder.....Deeper in me. He pulled back just a little then made another thrust getting his cock to work its way deeper inside and continued this way until he hit rock bottom. There was still about two inches left outside me but I felt like his gigantic cock was about to tickle my throat from the "opposite" direction.

"fuck...."

I moaned, from the pleasure border lining to excruciating pain. He did. He fucked me, fucked me, fucked me.... Filled me up to the limit of bursting, I felt every vein, every irregularity of his cock as he rammed it in my pussy, pulled it out almost al the way and then rammed it into me again....repeating his motions, faster...faster...
My nails pushing through the fabric of his uniform scratching his upper arms and whatever I could reach of his overwhelming torso. So good....
Growling, grunting he picked me up from the crate, still inside me, holding my waist firmly stopping gravity from pushing his cock too deep in me. He placed my back up against the wall, my legs wrapped around him, my teeth sinking into his upper arm, my arms clutching onto him. He let my cheeks rest in one of his hands as he grabbed me by the wrists with the other, nailing my hands to the wall above my head. My nipples erect pointing up at him begging for his bite. He leaned down and sucked one of them in his mouth, tongue again....He bit the other nipple, teasing, and moved up to my shoulder holding me still, stopping me from squirming once again. His sharp teeth right where the neck begins, his hair falling down tickling my upper body....All around me.

I lowered my head, he released me from his bite and let me watch his massive dark cock sliding in and out my cunt, the chain of ridges on top of it collecting the white gravy flowing from my wet pussy....The sight of him, the sound of him...combined with the intense pleasure.....too much.....Cunt cramping, body arching in spastic convulsions. His teeth buried deep in the flesh of my shoulder as I raised my head screaming and the world slipped away. I felt his cock jerk as he drove it deep in my cunt once more and came inside of me......His warm sperm filled me up and then streamed from my cunt with his cock as he pulled it out soiling the front of his trousers.

After a brief moment of gasping for air, breathing heavily together, my legs found the floor as he let me down, my naked body brushing against him.

I knelt before him licking his cock clean from our juices, sucking it in my mouth....It started to grow, getting too big for my mouth and I hesitated. I felt my pussy throbbing from the harsh treatment and let it go with a soft kiss. I shook my head and looked up at him, my eyes meet his, the grin was returning to his face.
I instinctively put my hand down in front of my sore cunt.

"No..."

He shrugged his shoulders and freed me from my torn top, zipped up his pants around the bulk and wiped some of the still wet juices from his uniform with my sweater.

I stood up and watched him, suddenly aware of my nakedness as he was fully dressed. I looked down at my feet. Pink socks with red hearts given to me by my niece...Shit.
Got to get some clothes on. I walked over to the base of the crate and leaned down to untangle my knickers from my pants. His hand reached out as I leaned forward and my body shook from pain as he pushed his thumb inside me and his fingers brushed against my clit, I gasped and would have fallen forwards if he hadn't held me.
He let out a deep growl before he pulled out his thumb and let me go.

"You know where to find me."

He went over to the door, punched in the code and was gone. Fucking Klingons. I got my pants on in a hurry and proceeded to change the access code before getting fully dressed. Now I have to find the rest of my crew....Nah, the motherfuckers can wait outside. I need some time to myself anyway. And a shower, for fuck's sake.

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The fanfic we're now working on involves Kajsa's main character from these stories and my main character from Brinkmanship getting together. And lots of other stuff with 'sploding spaceships and throat-cutting and raunchy sex and gunrunning and cool stuff. So. Much. Fun.

It's also marvellous putting her writing style together with mine - so different.