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!”
~