A Bad Day for Shore Leave

"Oh, I have not finished, Starfleet," he told her, "I have barely begun."

Kurdok raised himself up into a sitting position, and gripped Sumati's shoulders, gently but firmly rolling her over onto her front. Sensing his intention, she settled herself into position, wrapping her arms around the large, comfortable, pillow as she pushed her hindquarters up into the air, legs slightly spread.

He positioned himself behind her, running his hands over her buttocks and thighs. "Beautiful..." she heard him sigh, almost to himself. His thumbs pressed into her lips, pulling them a little apart, his breathing becoming a little deeper as he did so.

Sumati let out a yell as suddenly, and without warning, he thrust himself inside her, much harder than he had before. With a delighted sense of shock, she realised that, the last time, he had been holding himself back, not pushing himself all the way in. Her hands gripped the pillow, knuckles whitening as a high pitched gasp escaped her mouth. He was even bigger than she had thought!

She could feel his rounded ball-sack pressed into her, hips hard against hers, as his hands roughly grasped her body, pulling it up a little as he remained in position, filling her more than she had thought possible.

Panting, Kurdok eventually pulled himself all the way out, only to perform a second, equally powerful, thrust. Words failed Sumati as he began to move inside her, hips building up a slow rhythm that gradually increased in pace. He was incredible, better even than before, huge cock pumping in and out, skin slapping against hers as the bed began to creak with his exertions. The ridges on his member ground repeatedly against her swollen clit as Sumati cried out again and again.

She turned her head back over her shoulder to look at him, watched the muscles on his abdomen flexing as he continued to pound into her, with no signs of exhaustion in sight. His face was wild, lips pulled back, groans of pleasure escaping his throat. He looked fiercely, defiantly, Klingon, long hair falling around his shoulders, beard bristling, eyes wide with a mixture of ferocity and unbridled passion.

"Do you like it... Ensign?" he asked, seeing her looking towards her, his speech punctuated by his own pants and groans.

All she could do was moan in response, too engulfed in the pleasure to formulate even the most basic of replies. She turned her head round again, resting her chin against the pillow, as her body continued to push back against his, in time with the steady, pounding rhythm of his motion inside her.

"Say it..." he grunted, digging his fingers into her buttocks, "I want to... hear it... what is it... like to have... a true warrior... fucking you? Tell me..."

Still, she couldn't reply, although her moans of uninhibited pleasure must surely have been telling him all he needed to know. His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her up onto her elbows. He leaned over her, reaching his left hand down, to grasp her hanging breast, kneading it between his fingers.

"Tell me..." he grunted again.

Not breaking the rhythm for a second, he released her breast, and his right hand caressed the back of her neck, before flipping up the long braid that was now hanging beside her, to lay it across the middle of her back.

"Tell me..." he yanked the braid, pulling her hair, "tell me..." again, harder this time.

It wasn't as painful as it could have been, but the slight change in sensation was just enough to bring Sumati to something at least slightly closer to her normal state of mind.

"I love it..." she managed, "I fucking love it... just don't... stop... don't stop until I..."

He grabbed her breast once again, leaning over her until she could feel his warm breath on her neck. The speed of his motion increased, and she found herself responding in kind, her moans near continuous now, only pausing as she drew ragged breaths to fill her lungs.

She was close, so close... and her partner was certainly not letting up for a second. Sumati came, a blinding orgasm washing over her, better than any in her life until this moment. She could barely hear him crying out himself, so overwhelming was the force of her own sensation. Her legs collapsed, shaking, and he fell on top of her, cock at last sliding free from her aching pussy.

She lay there for a while, gasping, as Kurdok stroked her belly, evidently savouring the 'soft' body. Once she had recovered her breath, though, she rolled over on her side, facing him.

"Mmm... that was good," she told him, voice husky, "very good."

She ran a hand over his chest, feeling the firm muscles of his pectorals, and running through the short hair – sparser than on many humans, she thought, although that might just have been him. Her hand trailed lower, casually, as she lay there in post-coital bliss, simply admiring his body. She could feel the curve of every muscle, not exaggerated, as they were on bodybuilders, but undeniably powerful.

She dipped a little lower... and discovered, to her surprise, that he was still fully erect. Hadn't they just...? But, no, she realised: she had climaxed, but Kurdok had not. He had still, somehow, held himself back from the final act. Which meant, surely, that he had not finished?

Sumati slid her hand round to the base of the Klingon's cock, through the thick hatch of pubic hair. His scrotum was, as she had previously seen, somewhat globular, and it felt solid beneath her questing fingers, like a thin layer of soft leather stretched over some harder material. It was large, too, the balls inside presumably much bigger proportionally than those of a human.

She looked into his eyes as she began to move her hand back up. His dark orbs were focussed on hers, breath coming slow and shallow, a slight smile on his lips. Down below, she moved by touch alone, feeling each individual ridge on his hard member, perfectly delineated beneath the skin.

She tried, experimentally, but she couldn't reach her hand all the way around his girth; her fingers and thumb could not quite reach on the far side. She slid it further up, as Kurdok continued to watch her face. The head was rounded, flared slightly at the base, a slick shape of smooth, damp skin beneath her fingertips.

"I don't know about Klingon women," she said quietly, not moving her eyes from his as she continued to stroke the tip of his cock, "but human women do not take long to..." she paused for effect, and gave her prize a tight squeeze and a quick tug, "...re-arm."

He grinned, showing a flash of white teeth, and pushed her over onto her back again, looming over her. He lay partially on top of her, kissing her passionately, their tongues entwining as his hands massaged her breasts. He broke free of the kiss, still grinning, and moved down a little, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"Wonderful..." he sighed, before turning his attention to the other side, eyes glancing up to see her response as plundered her breasts once again.

It was good, but she was ready for more, even so soon after their last coupling. It was not long before he obliged her, grabbing a pillow and sliding it beneath her buttocks to push her sex up slightly. Kneeling, he lifted one of her legs by the calf, sliding his other hand down the inside of her thigh, then placing his hand over the still damp slit, rubbing it slightly until she whimpered in mixed pleasure and anticipation.

Still holding her leg, but moving his other hand now to one of her breasts, Kurdok pushed himself firmly inside her. Sumati arched her back, moaning loudly as he began to move, his cock filling her, that bulbous head stretching her innermost reaches in time with his slow thrusts.

Kurdok was panting in time with his motions, his eyes wide open, as if not wanting to miss a single motion of the body spread out before him. She could see his muscles flexing beneath the skin, his broad chest rising and falling as his breathing became deeper, and admired how his fierce, Klingon, face was so suffused with ecstasy.

He released her leg, and she immediately wrapped it around his body as he lowered herself onto her, chest now pressing against her breasts, one hand holding the small of her back, as the other stroked her cheek.

"Sumati..." he groaned, the first time he had used her name since they started, "oh, Sumati..."

She responded in kind, calling his name as the motion of her hips matched the gradually increasing speed of his thrusts. One hand gripped the back of his neck, tangled in the long dark hair, while another dropped to his tight buttocks, feeling their steadily pounding motion.

The ridges on his cock were rubbing over her clit ever faster as he continued, and she knew that, once again, she would not be able to last much longer. She cried out his name with more urgency this time, his huge member stretching her, filling her, driving her to heights she had never known.

Kurdok let out a low growl, increasing in pitch as he moved ever harder, ever faster. His teeth were bared, his eyes wild, as the bed creaked with outrage and Sumati's loud and uninhibited cries all but drowned out the slap of skin on skin.

She couldn't take any more, her body jerking as she succumbed to the second overwhelming climax of the night. Simultaneously, Kurdok grabbed her buttocks, lifting them up and off the bed as he let out a sudden roar of triumph and passion, ejaculating forcefully inside her.

Incredibly, he did not stop, still pounding hard into Sumati's aching slit, prolonging an orgasm that was already stunning in its ferocity. Kurdok's roar continued too, as he came again and again inside his human partner.

Sumati lost all sense of time as the sensations overcame her. In retrospect, she would suppose that Kurdok's climax had only lasted a matter of seconds, although still far longer than she could imagine it possibly would for any human man. And all the while, he pumped more of his seed inside her, his ejaculation inhumanly prolonged.

When at last he finished, and pulled free, Kurdok collapsed on the bed beside her, chest heaving, and they both lay there for a while, motionless and exhausted. Eventually, they rolled together, kissing softly, before Sumati buried her head in the crook of his neck, holding him close to her.

With remarkable gentleness, Kurdok stroked her body, fingers running over her head and back as they lay there, legs entwined. In time, the softness of his touch and the aftermath of their exertions sent her into a comfortable sleep, nursed by the warmth of the Klingon's body.

---***---

She woke up, an unknown time later, as he disentangled herself from her. At first, she whimpered, trying to pull him back into the comfort of their mutual embrace, but as she came more fully awake, she let him go and rolled away, pulling the loose pillow into her arms and holding it against her body.

She watched him as he stalked across the room, admiring the shape of his backside as he stepped towards the inner door, the one leading towards the bathroom. He opened it, and stepped inside, turning back towards her as he did so.

"I need a shower," he told her, quietly, "especially after that."

She smiled, raising herself up on one arm, the other still clutching the pillow.

"What's the time?"

He looked over towards a small digital clock set into the wall. "We slept for a while, I think. But I fear there are eight hours still to go in this room."

"Then I'll need a shower, too," she agreed, and grinned, throwing away the pillow. "Hope you don't mind if I share. Then you can show me how long it takes Klingon men to re-arm."

"Not long at all," he informed her, and she could see his cock already starting to stiffen, the ridges becoming more prominent as it did so.

"I hope not. Although, with eight hours to kill, you may need to demonstrate it to me quite a few times."

Kurdok just grinned, and Sumati reflected that this was turning out not to be such a bad day for shore leave, after all.