textfiles/sex/EROTICA/B/b'elanna.txt

On Report


        "Go away!" snarled B'Elanna when the door chime sounded 
insistently. 
        "Open up, I want to talk to you," replied Chakotay.
        "I'm going to take a bath. Can't this wait?" she growled. She tied 
the belt of her kimono with a jerk.
        "You know it can't, Lieutenant. You're already on report and 
confined to quarters. Don't force me to be any harder on you than 
I've already been."
        An ironic smirk twisted her lovely mouth, but she fisted the 
button. With a soft sigh of hydraulics, the door slid open. Chakotay 
stepped in and sternly examined her, his arms crossed. The blue 
lines on his left temple  twitched slightly.  One look at his 
compressed lips and B'Elanna knew he was going to give her another 
lecture about her propensity for violence. 
        "Why are you so concerned with his welfare, anyway?" she 
snapped.
        "I'm not. It's you I care about." His dark eyes, hooded by the 
hint of an epicanthic fold, met her fiery glance. The vestigial Klingon 
ridges on her high forehead emphasized her pugnacious expression. 
Chakotay kept his voice even, but his intensity commanded her 
attention. "If Janeway has to throw you in the brig, an irreplaceable 
Chief Engineer will be out of commission. I don't want that to happen. 
You've made the critical decisions that saved our necks too many 
times. I've been arguing with the captain for half an hour, and she 
knows that, but it took a long time to convince her not to bust you to 
grease monkey. I had to persuade her that I could get it through to 
you." He took a deep breath.
        "B'Elanna," Chakotay said a little more gently, "don't sabotage 
yourself like this." She snarled silently, whirled around and plopped 
into a chair. Her brief wrap flew up for an instant, revealing her slim 
brown thighs and a flash of the dark triangle at their apex. 
        Chakotay inhaled sharply. The momentary glimpse had hit him 
like a fist in the stomach. Was she deliberately flaunting herself? Her 
expression was sullen, not seductive. Why would she do such a thing 
anyway? He had always appreciated her beauty, in much the same 
way he enjoyed a flaming sunrise or the wild freedom of animals. 
Since she served under his command, a sexual attraction to her was 
out of the question. Wasn't it? He quickly took a seat himself, hoping 
to conceal the growing prominence of his groin. Damn these Starfleet 
uniforms anyway, he thought irritably. They leave a man at a 
significant disadvantage. He closed his eyes for a moment, calling on 
his inner guides for calm.
        B'Elanna misread his irritation and shouted, "All right, I'm 
sorry! So how is he, as if I cared?"
        "The holographic doctor thinks he can replicate a new set of 
testicles," Chakotay wearily answered. "You shouldn't let Paris get to 
you so much."
        "You shouldn't have let *me* get to *him*, after a crack like that," 
she retorted.
        "B'Elanna, you know you're stronger than I am. What am I 
supposed to do, hold you down? Sure, he was way out of line, but 
you've got to control your own temper, not rely on me to do it for 
you."
        She growled and pushed back in her chair, planting her bare 
feet on the low table. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, 
grudgingly admiring his serene self-possession. It's so easy for him, 
she thought. He doesn't have the Klingon genes to contend with. He 
keeps that faint half-smile, that at-peace-with-myself control. What 
would he look like if he really lost it the way I can? Trying to picture an impossibility, she carelessly stretched her arms above her head. 
Barely restrained by her hastily tied belt, her kimono slipped open. 
Chakotay could see the inner contours of her small high breasts and 
her ridged abdominals, all the way to her navel. When she lowered 
her arms again, the kimono sagged perilously.
        The ache in his groin and belly was becoming insupportable. He 
shifted uneasily in his chair, crossed and uncrossed his legs. Damn, 
but his thoughts were getting off track. He saw himself pinning her 
hands to the bed, tonguing her hardened nipples, lying between 
those silky, muscular thighs. Chakotay suppressed a grimace of actual 
pain. How long had it been? The life of a Maqui captain, and now first 
officer on an isolated starship had been an all-consuming duty. 
        The edge of one dark crest peeped tormentingly over her wrap. 
He started to reach out to her, but caught himself in time and ran his 
fingers through his hair instead.
        "So--would you mind telling me," he said to cover his confusion, 
"Why have you been so edgy the last few weeks? Ensign Kim surely 
didn't do anything to deserve having a piece bitten out of his ear."
        Oh shit, she thought. What am I going to tell him? He'll think 
I'm an idiot. He's as cool as a cucumber while I'm a mess of nerves.
        "I'm just so damn--horny!" she blurted out.
        "Horny?" he asked in surprise.
        "It's a crude old expression, but it says what I mean. I want to 
*fuck* something!"
        Chakotay almost fell out of his chair. 
        "Paris was right, damn him! *I need a good fuck*!  I haven't had 
any fun in months! The Starfleet men all treat me like a live photon 
grenade, and the Maquis aren't much better!" She was working up an 
unreasoning rage. "It couldn't have anything to do with *you* telling 
them they had to follow proper military discipline, would it? I've 
masturbated till my fingers are falling off, but I want to claw 
somebody's back while he's driving it really deep!"
        "I--uh--" Chakotay felt himself on very thin ice. If he stayed 
another moment, he was going to rip that kimono off her and do just 
what she asked. He stood up shakily and headed for the door, but 
B'Elanna blocked his path. She was about to resume her tirade when 
she noticed his huge erection.
        "Wellllll, what's *that*?" she purred, much the way a Tyrrhenian 
tiger might. Her hand darted to his pants front and seized him 
through the material. She was almost as pleased that he had shown a 
vulnerability as she was at her discovery. Chakotay's restraint finally 
snapped. He whipped his arms around her and kissed her voluptuous 
mouth. B'Elanna snaked her hand into his fly and got a good grip on 
his throbbing shaft. While Chakotay's tongue fenced with hers, she 
pressed hard at the base of his cock and worked the velvety skin up 
and down. He groaned in ecstasy against her lips, forgetting all 
scruples, one hand cupping her face. His other hand seized her warm 
buttocks. He ran a finger between them, then pushed it forward to 
find the moist folds of her cunt. She was wet, and getting wetter. He 
switched his attack to the front and used the heel of his hand on her 
mound while his fingers delved into the hot damp tangle of hair. 
        "Ya, ya--yarrrgh!" she howled as she came, Chakotay's middle 
finger sliding between her swollen labia. He kept the rhythm going, 
stooping to suck and kiss her nipples. B'Elanna screamed with joy 
several times more before her legs buckled. She clung to his broad 
shoulders to keep from falling. When she let go, she slid to her knees 
anyway and pulled his cock free of his pants. It sprang out into her 
eager mouth. She relaxed her throat to accommodate all of him, and 
dug her fingernails into his buttocks. He started to move slowly and 
shallow to keep from gagging her, but soon accelerated his 
movements when she urged him on. Her sharp teeth scraped his 
shaft a little, but Chakotay found that oddly stimulating. He twisted 
his hands in her thick brown hair and paused for a moment, deep in 
her mouth. Then he began to thrust hard and fast, deliberately 
bringing on his orgasm quickly. His eyes closed as the blood 
thundered in his head. Hot semen shot down her throat with every 
pulse of his throbbing organ. A little trickle escaped at the corner of 
her mouth, but she licked it up with relish.
        Chakotay collapsed onto the bed, panting. B'Elanna ruffled his 
short black hair with a lascivious smile, then began to strip off his 
uniform and boots.
        "Damn, that was nice," he gasped, while she wadded up his 
clothes and tossed them across the room. He reached up and fondled 
her breasts. Swinging one long leg over his hips, she planted her 
hands on the bed, resting on all fours over his smooth-skinned, 
muscular body. 
        "B'Elanna," he said reluctantly, "I really shouldn't be doing this."
        "Says who?" she growled softly in his ear. She gave it a little 
nip. "Remember what happened to Harry, before you say anything 
you might regret."
        "I *am* your superior officer. I wouldn't want any hint of 
coercion--"
        "Oh, hell, just tell the board of inquiry I raped you," she 
muttered as she lowered her open mouth to his. He tasted the sharp 
salty tang of his cum as his sensual lips slid across hers. She licked 
his face slowly and wetly. The tongue bath continued down his throat 
and chest, interspersed with nibbles from her pointed canines. "I 
want to taste every inch of you," she purred. 
        "It's not just military discipline that concerns me," he said 
carefully, keeping an eye on her sharp fingernails. "My people don't 
regard physical intimacy lightly. It's a communion of spirits, not just 
bodies. You took me by surprise just now, and I'm only human, but--"
        "Well, I'm *not* only human," she hissed. "I'm half Klingon, as 
you know perfectly well, and that's got --implications-- where my 
physical needs are concerned. You're probably the only man on this 
ship who isn't afraid of me, or indifferent, or actively hostile. 
Dammit, Chakotay, I need you."
        "What am I, a penis with a body attached?"
        "No, you idiot. You're a beautiful, strong man with a sweet 
concern for my welfare. We've been through a lot together, comrade. 
Keep me happy, and I won't let you down."
        His every instinct screamed: danger, proceed carefully. He 
looked at her crouching above him, virtually naked in the loose wrap, 
her brown eyes sparkling with passion. "Make love with me, 
Chakotay," she whispered in his ear. "I'll make sure you don't live to 
regret it." Aware of the unintentional double meaning in her words, 
his mind pleaded for caution. His hands reached for her of their own 
accord, no more under his conscious control than was his resurgent 
erection. She resumed her tongue bath where she had left off.
        He couldn't stand to lie still for long; he embraced her, rolled 
her onto her back, and fastened his mouth on her breasts. She 
stretched luxuriously as a cat, arching her torso upwards. Chakotay 
kissed her stomach and thighs, then plunged his face between her 
legs.
        Her slick juices combined with his saliva to render his tongue 
nearly frictionless across her pulsing folds. The firm nubbin of her 
clitoris stood up to meet his lips. She shrieked as her legs shook and 
trembled, her feet pushing against his shoulders. 
        "Chakotay, fuck me," she begged, her head tossing against the 
pillows. "I want to rip the flesh from your *bones*, I want to feel you 
*pounding* that big cock into me." She screamed again while she 
bucked and jerked in orgasm.
        Chakotay didn't wait for another invitation. He rose up on his 
elbows, lodged his fresh erection against her wet cunt, and sank 
deep. She flung her head back and howled. Her hot slippery sheath 
gripped around his cock like a strong hand; with a few strokes he 
was steely hard again. B'Elanna raised her head, licked his shoulder, 
then bit down fiercely enough to break the skin. Chakotay yelped in 
pain and dropped his full weight on her slim perspiring body. Her 
head fell back as she heaved and struggled. Long red scratches 
followed her raking nails across his back. He kissed her devouringly, 
their teeth catching on each other's lips. She tasted blood and her 
own essence, two similar substances blending into one. Chakotay 
pounded into her, seizing her hands and pulling them above her 
head. His breath came in ragged gasps. Watching her toss her hair 
back and forth over her straining face, feeling her breasts crushed 
under his sleek chest, he thought he had never seen anything more 
perilously beautiful. B'Elanna met him stroke for stroke, a feral light 
in her eyes. Her feet pummeled his thighs and buttocks. Finally she 
arched her entire body, lifting him off the mattress with her while 
she shuddered with her climax.
        Chakotay felt as if he could fuck her for hours. With the edge 
taken off his physical hunger, he had regained enough control to 
keep hard without falling from the precipice. His eyes closed as he 
settled in for the long haul.
        B'Elanna bucked him off and scrambled up from the bed. 
Chakotay lay stunned and abandoned for an instant, wilting a little, 
until she seized the back of a chair and presented her rump to him. 
The hirsute swollen lips of her cunt, like a pink and brown orchid, 
protruded below the globes of her firm buttocks. "Come on," she 
urged.  He jumped up and obliged her. The broad head of his cock 
stretched her entrance deliciously as he slowly pressed into her. He 
worked gradually in and out to find the right angle, running a finger 
over her slippery clitoris. The quivering orgasm shook her body. 
"Goddess, Chakotay, you're incredible," B'Elanna rasped. "Why didn't I 
grab you the moment I saw you?" 
        "Right now, I haven't got the slightest idea," he responded 
hoarsely. He dug his fingers into her hips and set up a faster rhythm. 
Her small breasts jiggled with every stroke; she arched her back and 
rocked her pelvis to meet him, to allow his cock to slide as deeply as 
possible into her. One of his thumbs circled her anus and gently 
entered a little way. She felt his shaft tugging her sensitive folds 
back and forth and came again. Suddenly, he withdrew completely, 
his erection still hard against her rump.
        "What are you doing?" she snapped, twisting to look over her 
shoulder.
        "You pulled a little surprise on me, now I've got one for you," 
he grinned. 
        "I don't know about this, Chakotay," she said doubtfully. "You're 
pretty big."
        "Don't worry, I won't hurt you--unless you happen to ask me 
to, of course," he replied like a gentleman. He supplemented the slick 
juices on his cock with saliva, then pressed carefully against her 
puckered brown opening. There was a moment's resistance, then the 
head popped inside. She was so hot and tight that he nearly came 
immediately.
        "Oh--Oh, goddess, you feel so good," she moaned as he shivered 
in the effort to control himself. Gradually he began to move, back and 
forth, crouched over her back, running his big hands over her breasts 
and along her flanks. She caught one hand and pressed it against her 
vulva. He plunged deeper, still careful although he felt the tension 
building in his belly and thighs. She screamed and arched back, 
taking him completely in her ecstasy. He couldn't hold it any longer; 
he groaned in short, intense bursts from his chest. The climax took 
him. He felt a mixture of relief and regret as he released his 
ejaculation into her shaking body.
        They both collapsed weakly behind the chair. "I'm all fucked 
out," laughed B'Elanna. "It's been a while."
        "You'd better be," Chakotay groaned. "I'm sore all over. Next 
time--"
        "Ah-HA!" she shouted. He rolled his eyes and continued, "Next 
time, we do it my way."
        "Your way?"
        "Meditative. Tender. Taking our time....No biting."
        "Sorry about that. Take it as a compliment."
        "I suppose I'll have to. Just don't remove any body parts--I 
don't want to have to explain it to that computer program down in 
sickbay."
        "Fair enough. You taught me the benefits of teamwork, 
comrade." She kissed him and rested her head on his chest as they 
lay on the carpet.
        "Feeling better?" he asked ironically.
        "For the moment," she admitted. She studied his strong nose, 
firm lips and broad cheekbones, all delicately filmed with sweat. 
Their light brown complexions nearly matched, she thought idly, 
drawing circles on his chest with her index finger.
        "B'Elanna?"
        "Hmm?"
        "Just how *did* Harry Kim lose that--"
        "Janeway to Chakotay," buzzed his communicator. 
        He sat bolt upright, wincing as the scratches on his back stung 
and throbbed. "Where did you throw my--"
        His uniform shirt hit him in the face. Quickly he fumbled for 
the badge. "Chakotay here."
        "Report to the bridge, Commander," the brisk nasal voice 
replied. "How did it go with Lieutenant Torres?"
        "Not bad, Captain, I'm very encouraged." B'Elanna clapped a 
hand over her mouth to stifle a burst of laughter. "On my way," he 
continued, raising a brow at her. "Chakotay out."
        "Oh, incidentally, Lieutenant," he said with a puckish smile as 
he slipped into his clothes, "you're still on report."
        She shattered a vase against the closing door.

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