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The Captain’s Pleasure

 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

 Part 23 


Seven placed her human index finger just below the clitoris, making Kathryn arch her back and hold on to her knees. Pleased with her responsiveness, Seven positioned her Borg-enhanced hand further down, circling Kathryn’s entrance. Somehow knowing what to do, and taking her cue from Kathryn’s reaction, Seven pushed two fingers together, pressing the elusive clitoris out of its hood.

This made Kathryn give a loud whimper, only to move restlessly back and forth on the bed. “Oh, darling. Your touch…”

Seven held the clitoris in place and leaned forward, blowing softly at it before touching it with the tip of her tongue. The taste was different than her own, and Seven licked around the throbbing ridge of nerves, sampling her lover enthusiastically. This was just as tantalising as when Kathryn had caressed her. Flattening her tongue, she pressed it against the now quivering clitoris, while her cybernetic hand rubbed just inside Kathryn’s entrance.

“Seven!” Janeway clenched her teeth around the name and Seven could see her temple artery throb in unison with her sex. She took this as encouragement to begin to lick, long, languid movements, up and down the entire length of her lover. Slowly she pressed two of her fingers on her Borg-hand inside, not knowing if Kathryn would like it. Kathryn, in turn, gave a sharp, high pitched scream, only to murmur inaudible words, over and over. Her lover’s reaction set Seven’s mind at ease, and re-ignited her own passion.

“You are in my arms, Kathryn,” Seven said, needing to convince herself. “You are here, and we are making love.” She locked her mouth tighter to Kathryn. Her hand worked in a slow, steady rhythm between her lover’s thighs, and she felt the moisture drenching her fingers.

Kathryn’s voice urged her on, by moans and grunts, and an occasional term of endearment that forced its way over the wine red lips.

“Yes, oh, Gods, yes. Darling…It’s almost too much, but it feels…so good!”

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Continued in pt 24 on Dec 24...

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