Rated Most definitely NC17
Disclaimer: Voyager, Paramount, yada yada.
Summary: For Shayenne a) for all the hard work you do, b) because you love smut, and c) because I wanted finally to do an unequivocally PWP. I'm pretty sure I succeeded this time. ;)
The Lynartians were a people of intriguing contrasts. They were a peaceful race, in fact, their world had not engaged in war in over five hundred years, and they had no memory of civil war ever having occurred. Yet their weaponry and defense systems were the most advanced the Voyagers had ever seen, and their military was highly trained and well disciplined. Tuvok was in heaven. Kathryn told Chakotay that the Vulcan nearly smiled when the Lynartian's military leader offered to help reinforce Voyager's defenses.
Lynartians loved business with an intensity that would embarrass a Ferengi, and at the same time, were as passionate about fun and pleasure as any Risan. Their building structures were huge, even though the tallest Lynartian barely came to Captain Janeway's shoulder. Although their beds were very low to the ground, they were so large, Paris commented that the entire senior staff could comfortably hold a meeting on one.
The hospitality of the Lynartians was a welcome respite from the constant struggle Voyager's crew dealt with on a daily basis. It was the end of another calendar year for them - another year of battling for survival - so coming upon Lynarta at this time particularly felt like a gift. The ship was docked at an excellently equipped space station, and B'Elanna was happily supervising the much-needed overhaul. Other than a small maintenance staff on a rotating roster, the entire crew took a well-deserved and long overdue shore leave.
The only difficulty had been the heat. Even Tuvok and B'Elanna had been sweating in the excessively warm environment. The Lynartians' deep purple eyes had opened wide in shocked disbelief at the low temperature the Voyagers preferred in their living quarters. The temperature control in the hotel rooms on Lynarta didn't even go that low.
With the 'air-conditioning' at its lowest setting, Chakotay's hotel room was still too warm, even for a man originally from a hot climate. He'd requested two mounted fans positioned near the bed, and would have asked for more except the hotel was running low on them due to the high demand from the other Voyagers. So Chakotay slept nude with only a light sheet pulled to the waist.
A steady sound gradually pulled him from slumber. The sight that met his eyes immediately had his full attention.
Kathryn stood inside the ensuite bathroom door, leaning against the Lynartian-level counter, sluicing water from the basin over her face and hair. She was naked, and in profile, he had a perfect picture of her trim legs and buttocks, small tummy rounded from bending over the low sink, dangling breasts with their dusky tips, and slender arms.
When she lowered her wet hands from her face, she caught his admiring eyes in the mirror. "Enjoying the view?" she murmured. When his reply was silently to flip back the sheet and expose his fully erect cock, Kathryn raised an eyebrow and commented dryly, "I guess you are."
She turned back to the sink with feigned indifference. Chakotay smiled inwardly, content to wait for the signal he knew would come. Kathryn was often like a mare, pretending disinterest in the rutting stallion, when in fact, the mare was even more impassioned than the male. From the beginning, Kathryn had expressed an almost insatiable hunger for his body, and he was more than happy to keep 'feeding' her.
When she shifted her feet wider, he rose to stand behind her, placing his hands on her narrow waist. Gliding his touch up her sides to the front, skimming her breasts, he pinched the nipples at the last second before retreating his hands again. She wasn't feigning disinterest any more, but had stilled, and in the mirror he could see her eyes closed in concentration.
Trailing his hands over her hips, he kneaded her firm buttocks before sliding his fingers into the crack, then down between her legs. He bent forward to use the fingers of both hands and stroked the lips of her slit, still swollen and wet from their earlier lovemaking. He rolled those moist lips in his fingers, followed by two fingers of each hand alternating a slow pistonning in and out, in and out.
Chakotay waited again, and watched as her breasts moved with her increased breath, the frown deepening on her brow. Heat swirled around them, increasing despite the fans, heat rising and expanding. Sweat joined the water on her face, as well as the thick juice flowing between her legs.
When her mouth opened in a round 'O' and her pelvis tilted up, he removed his fingers and thrust his cock hard inside her. Her cry of pleasure and the enveloping heat of her liquid sex was almost overwhelming.
Gripping her hips, he slowly began to slide in and out. "I like this view even better," he managed to grunt. In the mirror, he could see her face and her breasts bobbing with every thrust. Her hands gripped the faucets for support, and the low counter allowed him to see between the V of her legs, the round curve of his balls slapping against her as he increased his pace. Added to that, the view from behind of his cock pushing and pulling at her glistening folds was almost enough to shred his control. Neither of them was going to last long; they never did.
Her head dropped forward, obscuring the view to her body, but he was treated to the exquisite lines of her slender neck, her shoulders and the curve of her spine. The muscles in her back stood out as she gripped the faucets so tightly, her knuckles turned white and she pushed her body back against his, impaling herself harder on his penis. He released one hand from her hip, dipped it into the sink of water, and began to circle his wet thumb against the small puckered rosebud between her buttocks.
Suddenly with a scream, Kathryn flung her head back, showering them both with a spray of water from her wet hair. The inner convulsions and pulsing grip of her vagina pulled and massaged his penis, decimating the tiny measure of control he had left.
Slamming hard into her body once, twice, and a third time, filling, filling, filling, he roared his climax, spurting inside her. Chest heaving with exertion, he leaned forward against her thighs, bracing his hands on either side of her body on the low counter. He felt the gush of fluids overflowing their joined bodies.
When he could breathe again, he murmured, "Happy New Year."
Her short laugh dislodged his shrinking cock and fluids spilled down both their thighs. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air. "That's certainly starting the year off with a bang," she replied.
The End
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