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By Gun Brooke Seven cried out in wordless whimpers when the nearly piercing pleasure shot through her system. Kathryn’s mouth was hot against her skin and she had never known a person could feel such bliss. Her body reacted in ways she knew very little of, despite her research. The small hairs on her body were erect, she was flustered, and wetness emanated from her sex. Seven wanted to feel Kathryn’s hands everywhere, but especially against the latter part of her, which she could feel swell with each caress to her breasts. “Like this, sweetheart?” Janeway murmured around Seven’s nipple. “You like it like this?” “Yes. Do not stop.” “Oh, honey. I won’t.” Kathryn kissed along Seven’s abdomen down along one of the implant bands that created an s-shaped curve down to her hip. “Does this hurt, Seven?” “No. It is most—arousing.” Seven had to hold on to the bed sheet for leverage as she felt disoriented, not quite certain what was up or down at the moment. “I do not want you to touch my Borg parts if—“ “I love every part of your body. Borg part of not. It’s you.” Kathryn looked up at Seven with eye ablaze. “Don’t ever think that any part of you that repels me. Ever.” “Very well.” Seven slumped back onto the pillow. “Then, please proceed.” Janeway chuckled and did just that. Her soft lips and hot mouth tasted their way down to Seven’s right hip and bypassed the soak apex where she still pressed the Vegasolian crystal balls. They vibrated at a different pace now, a pulsation rather than hum, against her. Seven’s clitoris was now fully engorged and if she had been able to think clearly, she knew she would have marveled at this new discovery. Right now, as things were progressing, all Seven wanted was to reach the mountain she was climbing. Kathryn’s fingertips between her legs took Seven by complete surprise and she cried out again, arching, as the exploring hand parted her folds. “I think you have to spread your legs, darling,” Kathryn said. “I promise you, I’ll be careful.” Seven didn’t need caution. “Take me, Kathryn. Please.” Her voice was dark with passion; with a want so deep Seven had never experience such an insistent feeling since they had run into the Omega molecule. “I will. Oh, Gods, honey. I will.” Kathryn seemed to spread the copious moisture and probed Seven’s opening. Seven felt how tight she was around the first of Kathryn’s fingertips. “Do it,” she said huskily. “Kathryn…” Kathryn let go of the crystal balls and got up on one elbow, her finger still at Seven’s entrance. “This is it, Seven,” she said seriously. “You can still stop this. I won’t chastise you for it. It’s a big step.” Stop? “I do not want you to stop!” Seven moaned out loud in frustration. “I do not ever want you to stop.” Kathryn’s eyes softened and grew several shades of darker blue. She leaned down and placed a kiss at the soft patch of hair on Seven’s sex. “Then I think it is time to make you Seven of Mine.”
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