J/7
- NC-17 (eventually) - same gender love...if illegal
where you are, or if you are under age, please visit
another advent calendar. The rest of you - enjoy!
Janeway, Seven, Voyager, they're all properties of
Paramount Pictures. I'm just having a little fun.
by
Gun Brooke
J/7
- NC-17 (eventually) - same gender love...if illegal
where you are, or if you are under age, please visit
another advent calendar. The rest of you - enjoy!
Janeway, Seven, Voyager, they're all properties of
Paramount Pictures. I'm just having a little fun.
by
Gun Brooke
Seven doubted that
any of her actions would debilitate Kathryn’s mental
state, so she took the comment for what it was, a
sign that she was doing this right. Unsolicited she
placed small kisses across Kathryn’s chest, trailing
over to the other breast. Sucking into her mouth,
she suddenly felt the urge to keep doing just that.
Unlike how she treated the first breast, she now let
her tongue work in deep, sucking motions. The
stimulation made Kathryn tremble and pull her legs
up. Seven in turn was deeply embarrassed as she felt
even more moisture pool between her own legs. She
had read about the natural occurrence of
lubrication, but surely this was too extreme?
Perhaps the fact the Borg had violated her normal
body functions caused this unfortunate reaction?
“Seven, please,
you must allow me to reciprocate. It’s either that,
or I’m going to come too soon. And I do want to
pleasure you first. You’re more important to me than
my own satisfaction.” Kathryn took hold of Seven’s
head with both hands. “Please, sweetheart, let me
undress you.” Her voice was a low purr, and Seven
could not resist, even though the loss of the nipple
from her mouth was disappointing. “Here. Sit up.”
Kathryn pushed gently at Seven’s shoulders. “I need
to reach…damn, where are the button in this dress?”
She frowned, feeling around Seven’s neck.
“Allow me.” Seven
reached for the hidden clasp at her cleavage and
flipped it open. The look on Kathryn’s face when the
dress lost all cohesion and fell down along her arms
and waist, was almost humorous. Her eyes immediately
fell upon Seven’s ample breasts, uncovered and free,
the pink, plump nipple almost painfully taut.
“May I?” Kathryn
whispered, stopping her hand in midair where she
sat, leaning back on her other hand. Her eyes were
blue-grey and narrow, looking into Seven’s and
transmitting her desire.
“Yes.”
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