| T'Loki opened her eyes with a start, feeling warm and saw Spock sleeping next to her, the scent of sex still on their skin. 'Hm, it's only been twenty nine standard minutes,' she thought with a preadatory grin. As if by his own will, Spock woke up. "Hello," she said, still confused as to whether show emotion around him or not. Spock let himself smirk. "Hello to you too. I trust you slept well." "Of course," she replied and rubbed against him, the wolf part of her asorbing his scent. The older vulcan seemed to understand. "You do not allow your animal nature much room to play," he reasoned, touching her bare shoulder. Shivering, T'Loki looked into Spock's dark brown eyes. "She's violent when it comes to sex. Not in a killing sense but in a dominanering sense," she shrugged. "It is not something you would want to see." Her teacher's eyes shifted once again, to nearly black as he pulled her closer. "How do you know what I want?" he questioned with a smile. Instinctivly, she rocked against him, feeling his new erection, thick and hard. "You will have to show me," T'Loki said, licking the soft skin of his wrist. "No, you will show me. In the days of ancient vulcan, gentle sex was unheard of. It was thought to make you weak." His hands wandered, grasping her ass in his hands. "You are part wolf. That makes you want the alpha position more." "A show of sexual strength, if you will?" she reasoned. Spock pined her to the bed. "Exactly." Kisses and bites traveled down T'Loki's neck, making her squirm before she slipped out of his grasp. "You will have to work for it," she said, kneeling naked on one end of the bed, Spock on the other. "Gladly." Before Spock could move, the younder vulcan was on him, stradling him with her thighs. "Round one goes to me," she whispered and dug her nails into his shoulders. Her slender hand grabbed his cock, stroking and squeezing him hard, feeling the pre-cum run down her fingers. Spock moaned, eyes closing and reached out a hand to touch T'Loki. "No," she said sternly, grabbing his wrists and planting them with inhuman strength. "My way." Hot licks, gentle kisses, and savage bites grazed his torso as she felt him thicken and harden. Instict told her that it was soon but... Letting go, T'Loki regaurded Spock with a sex hazed look. His own eyes were shut, mouth opened in a small 'o' and his skin flushed a healthy green. Growling in fustration, Spock sat up and looked at her before pouncing at her, their bodies falling to the floor, him on top. "You wish to play that game?" he smiled with a hint of evil. "Fine..." Licks traveled over her breasts, flashes of white teeth tweeking nipples as T'Loki writhed, whimpers coming from her throat. Long fingers strayed to her sex, stroking around the entrance but never delving deep, never touching her clitoris, making her want to scream. 'I am NOT going to...' the dominate part of her brain thought and crawled backwards, slipping out of Spock's grip and wrestling him to the floor, a howl of triumph reached every corner of the room as T'Loki reguarded Spock with a 'what's next?' look. "I yeild, Kahs'Kihori," he whispered, adverting her eyes in a submissive gesture. A small purr from the young woman on top of him caused him to shake as she grabbed his shoulders and impailed herself on his cock. *By Gods...* he thought, unconsiously anad T'Loki smiled. *You enjoy this?* she inqured, bouncing faster but still shallow. *You are so...tight. I want...to come* *You will wait until I go,* she thought back firmly and switched to hard and slow, Spock's hands caressing her breasts and stomach. His hands came to rest on her hips, guiding her gently but T'Loki still controlled every movement, gripping and squeezing him, making him pant, pale throat stretched out as he tilted his head back. *T'Loki...* With each trust, a purr ending in a low moan climbed out of her throat. "Do you want me, Spock?" she asked, digging her nails into his forearms, green blood welting up. "Yes...please...I need..." he managed, sweat glisting from his body. T'Loki looked at her teacher, a proud and logical man reduced to begging and the wolf in her howled in victory. She thrust hard, feeling him strike something inside of her that made her yelp in surprise and then moan. *What...?* *Your G-Spot, Kahs'Kihori...* Spock thought. The younger vulcan felt her orgasm build as Spock steadied her, pounding into her hard, her cries driving him wild. Bruises began to welt on her hips, his fingers digging into the olive flesh and he screamed in fustration as he felt his orgasm building, making his cock throb in pleasure and pain. *T'Loki...please...I have to...* T'Loki cried out, riding him harder. "Yes, Spock, please..." she whispered and grabbed his forearms, stopping the circulation as her body jerked in orgasm, a rush of fluid running from her sex and her older lover. Spock choaked on a cry, thrusting one final time before he emptied into her, moaning, his throat raw. T'Loki shuddered and fell foward, not caring about the sticky mess they were both in and Spock pulled out of her, catching her body and holding her closer. Sleep pulled at her eyes and she snuggled instinctivly, craving his warmth. "I love you, my Kahs'Kihori," Spock whispered before she drifted off into sleep, not even having the chance to reply. *Love...?* Back to other Fan fiction |