Chapter Five
NC-17 for smut and violence
Jon flipped through the pages of the Washington Herald on his monitor. Hoshi’s scent clung to him. He searched frantically for the past that haunted her, knowing he would love her no matter what he found. The bold print headline jumped out at him as he neared the section –“Japanese Ambassador Slain!” He read the account and looked at the family portrait that was attached. A sixteen-year-old Hoshi stared back at him, her face imitating a smile.
“T’pol to Captain Archer.” Archer activated the comm button in frustration. “There is a vessel approaching our position at high warp.”
“I’m on my way.”
Jon walked on to the bridge and looked over to the comm station. Ensign Fellows sat there trying to hail the vessel that sat ahead of them.
“Sir, we’re being scanned.” Malcolm announced waiting for Jon’s orders.
A blinding light passed through the hull of Enterprise and everything on Enterprise. By the time everybody was able to adjust their vision, the vessel was gone.
“Engineering to bridge. Commander Tucker has disappeared.” An urgent voice reported.
“Malcolm, have all sections report in.” Jon said, worry in his voice for his best friend. “T’Pol, is there anything like this in the Vulcan database?”
“No sir.” The Vulcan remained calm.
“Sir, everybody is accounted for with exception to Commander Tucker and…” Malcolm paused.
“… Lt. Sato.”
“Is there anything on long range sensors…plasma trails, ion trails… any trail?” Jon said flatly, his inability to feel anything shutting down as he heard the names of two of the most important people in his life read off.
“No Sir.”
“Dear Jon,
By now you know what a monster I am. I killed my own father and by doing so, I killed my mother as well. He didn’t deserve to die the way he did. He was sick. The authorities ruled that it was self-defense and part of me wants to believe that, but the truth of the matter is that I know it wasn’t. I twisted the knife in his gut. Yes, he fell onto the knife I was holding, but I twisted it – not once but over and over again. Part of me wanted to get back at him for the bruises and the broken bones. I had become just like him, only worse.
I will never forget the look on his face as I felt his blood on my hands. It was a look of awe and finality. He grabbed hold of me and whispered in my ear. I will never forget what he said. He thanked me! For what, I have no idea.
It seemed like an eternity while I sat there watching the blood pour from his body. It was so warm. My hands were covered in it. I thought that some of it had to be mine. I hoped some of it was, but none of it was. I wanted to scream at what I had just done, but I couldn’t make any sounds.
That was when my mother woke up and saw what I had done. Her screams were shrill, like that of a banshee. She begged me to kill her too and when I wouldn’t she ran out into the street. To this day she screams whenever she hears my name.
There was an investigation in which I was cleared of any wrongdoing. I was back at school the next week ignoring all the glances and whispers and concentrating all of my thoughts on my studies.
With my talent for linguistics, Starfleet was clamoring at my door after I graduated. I wanted to leave everything behind. Before I was even out of the academy, the brass shipped me onto a Vulcan transport to a first contact mission with the Saran – a race that no longer exists. Due to an oversight of protocol on my part the Sarans committed mass suicide. It’s all in the report. All you have to do is read it. I’ve attached it to this letter. My point is – it was my fault. My killing didn’t stop with my father; it had extended to a whole planet. I have the blood of an entire species on my hands.
I was recalled and recruited into Starfleet Intelligence. I had just finished my training and was waiting for my first mission when I met you. My mentor taught me the art of seduction and pleasure and, upon finding I still had my virginity, ordered me to dispose of it. She knew I was being placed on Orion Twelve and what I would have to do.”
Jon thought back, remembering that night. He thought he had imagined her maidenhood but the proof of it was crimson on his diminished member as relieved himself. He had walked out of the bathroom with a warm washcloth in hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? I would have…”
“It doesn’t matter now.” She propped herself up on her elbow, the sheet falling and revealing her pert breast.
Jon got onto the bed and pushed her down, inserting the washcloth between her legs. “Yes it does. I would have done things differently.” He cleaned her gently intent on letting her tender body heal. Her hands were causing havoc with his libido so he pinned them to her side and laid his head on her chest. They fell asleep.
The next morning, Jon was in the shower washing the soap out of his hair when he heard the door to the shower stall open and Hoshi step in. She pressed up against his back and wrapped her arms around him, combing her fingers through his chest hair. “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you too. How are you feeling?” Jon asked as he turned them around so she could get wet. He had gotten all the soap out of his hair and was just about finished.
Hoshi gasped as the water hit her skin. “I’m fine.” She wet her hair intent on washing it. Jon turned her around. “Here let me.” He got some shampoo and worked it into her long tresses earning a sigh of pleasure from her as he massaged her scalp. They went through the motions and rinsed her hair. He lathered up his hands and washed the rest of her body as she stood in front of him, her nipples reflecting the state she was in. His hand washed over the apex of her thighs gently parting her folds intent with cleanliness and nothing else.
Hoshi parted her legs for him and stepped closer kissing him. His fingers stroked her swollen nub, his other arm holding her for support. It wasn’t long before she shuddered in his arms, groaning her release into his mouth.
He was rock hard, intending on taking a long cold shower when Hoshi left, but she had other things in mind. “I’m fine. Please…” She stroked him trying to coax him. “I want to feel you inside of me. I enjoyed feeling you inside of me.” She nipped at his bottom lip. “I especially like the feel of you coming inside me. It was so warm and wet. I want more. Please.”
Jon lost the battle with his conscience as he lifted Hoshi against the shower stall wall and thrust home. He almost came as he entered her, marveling at her slick tight heat. He stopped, collecting himself, wanting to make it good for her. He could feel her depths stretching to accommodate him. Her eyes were black. Her nails raked against his back as she bit his ear lobe. She tried moving, tried to create the friction she craved. Her frustration got the better of her. “Come on Jon, fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel you shoot that wad of hot gooey cum deep into my slick cunt! After our shower I am going to suck you down. I want to taste it. I’m hungry for it!” Hoshi bit down on his shoulder making him lose control. He fucked her hard and fast just like she asked, somehow managing to please her as he felt his shaft being milked by the walls of her femininity.
They never did make it out of bed that day. She initiated every coupling. She pleasured him with her mouth, swallowing every last drop and continued to lick and suck on him until he was able to rise again and provide her more to drink. He returned the favor, tasting her sweetness mingled with his saltiness. She twitched every time his tongue stroked her swollen clit. They did things he had never even contemplated before.
Hoshi was on her hands and knees begging him to slap her as he pumped her from behind. She was talking crass, demanding more. “Come on Jon, use some of that jiz from my cunt and stick a few fingers in that other hole you’ve been ignoring. I wanna feel you stuff your meat in my ass next.” Her dirty persona couldn’t be ignored. He willingly obliged, moving his cock inside her dripping cunt. He reached around and got some of their mixed juice. He continued to pump her from behind and placed a finger at the rim and rubbed the lubricant for penetration. She growled at him to ‘stick it in,’ so he eased the tip in, encountering tight heat. He was concentrating on not hurting her so he had stopped moving. Her frustration caused her to thrust back. She screamed at the pain of his finger ripping deeper into her. He froze and withdrew at once, holding her to him as she cried.
He realized now she had been using him that night, obviously rehearsing for her sexual escapades that would follow. That hurt, but he still couldn’t squelch the love he felt for her. He continued to read.
“I lost track of the sexes and species I bedded on Orion Twelve. I did my job well. Sometimes I even enjoyed it. I have you to thank for that. You say that you love me. You need to stop. I don’t love you. I never will. I can’t afford such a luxury or such a weakness. I have attached my resignation from Starfleet. I don’t…”
That must have been where she was taken because the letter ended there. She didn’t even have time to attach the report and her resignation. Jon felt … he didn’t feel. With this letter, she had cured him of his feelings.
Jon’s communicator chirped. “T’Pol to Captain Archer.”
He opened the device. “Go ahead.”
“Sir, a vessel matching the configuration of Cmdr. Tucker’s and Lt. Sato’s abductors has just dropped out of warp.”
Before Jon could turn to leave the same white light blinded him as earlier. When he opened them, Hoshi was lying on the floor naked, covered in red goop. Without thinking he picked her up and raced her to sickbay.
TBC
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