Per-Verse

 

All Thanks go to my Beta,





*****





The club was packed. Bright lights flashed around the club as the clients were deafened by an old earth techno beat that pulsed as she danced. Around her was a sea of men and women in next to no clothing, dancing on the floor below. She glanced off the stage and found women fondling women, men kissing and groping their partners, and hands roaming sweaty bodies. It was an odd place for the sole non-human in the room to find herself yet she had discovered that she adored the attention. There were large couches on the sides of the club where topless girls lay on topless men, writhing and moaning in pleasure as they watched her. There was seemingly little enforcement of the ‘no sex’ rules, and that made her very excited.





Despite all the excitement and energy, all of the faces of those in the club were cloaked in shadows; all but one, her man, her Captain. Sitting at the end of the stage as he watched her performance with eyes that screamed his desire for her as she danced.





Spinning around she let some of her silk trappings flutter to the floor exposing her shoulders to the hungry gaze of her audience before she pranced from one end of the catwalk to the other, shedding small pieces of silk as she went.





Some of the faceless ones around her threw currency onto the catwalk in an attempt to garner some attention from her but she would not be deterred, this dance was for her captain alone.





As she reached the very end of the catwalk she had shed all but her heels, bra and silk thong, the bright orange combo contrasting perfectly against her blue skin as she knelt before her target. Leaning forward, she allowed him a nice long view of her cleavage before she held out a hand and gently beckoned him up on stage.





She led him to the pole anchored at the center center stage before she pulled him into a kiss. Her hands grabbed both of his and pulled them onto her breasts. He took the hint and started to gently massage them. The Captain quickly regained his composure as she took charge and guided her through the remaining activities. She stood on her mark under the bright stage lights, hands at her sides with a model bright smile as she peered out at the murky auditorium.





Her eyes followed his movement as he slowly paced a circle around his prize. He stood behind her and removed the crog colored butterfly hair pin and let the her white hair cascade loose. She broke pose to help him finger comb her tresses. The smooth, long strands fell over her back and chest. She cleared them aside of her azure spheres, exposing the nipples for her man's next inevitable move.





He leaned in and breathed deep from her perfumed tresses. His hands came around her torso and cupped the masses, tweaking the nipples. His hands kneaded her chest as she moaned in approval and the onlookers cheered. She leaned her head back as he began to suck on her neck, with one hand furtively stealing back to rub his crotch…





“Captain.”





As the word blared over the speakers Lalandra spit out a rather vile curse at being interrupted as the club froze before fading away as the Holodeck reset itself. Xander pulled his lips free from her neck with a sigh before glancing up at the ceiling “This is the captain.”





“Sir, sorry to interrupt but you are needed on the bridge, we are receiving a distress signal.”





Growling darkly, Xander took a moment to kiss and suck at his playmate’s neck again, moving up until he was nibbling on her ear. Xander could feel her tense beneath his touch as he ground himself against her. “We will have to pick this up again soon,” he whispered before breaking free and heading for the exit. “I’m on my way, Bridge,” he said as he left the holodeck, behind him he could hear the Bolian cursing up a storm at the interruption before the door slid closed and cut off the sound.





Earned Flaw: Blue Balls


Earned Flaw: Blue Baller


Achievement Earned: Tease





As he walked towards the Turbolift, Xander adjusted his clothes so he was slightly less rumpled. He considered the last week of travel, surprisingly little of which was spent on the bridge unless there was some emergency or issue that required the command crew.





Beyond that he had spent most of his time learning and interacting with the guests as well as getting to know most of the command crew on a more personal basis. He said most because Haecon still refused to speak to him preferring to glare whenever in his presence before she left to find other things to do.





He had therefore spent most of his time researching, surprisingly enough. He had quickly found that Mistress Kimm was the equivalent of a prison warden and baby sitter with the brothel serving as a sentencing location for males who had crimes of a less serious sort and needed a form of community service to pay off their debt to society.





The mistress would gather together roughly two hundred girls who wanted a chance for a male child and would escort them to the brothel. She was to guide and protect them during their time at the brothel before escorting them back to their homeworld. Each world had their own version of the mistress yet they all served approximately the same function.





It was a system that had served the galactic community well for over two hundred and fifty years. Brothels also served as diplomatic stations and neutral territories during conflicts as even the most brutal enemies were unwilling to attack such an sacred resource during fighting.





Xander reached the bridge as the remainder of the command crew took their positions, "Report."





Mindel looked up from her station as she combed through the reports for anything her subordinate might have missed before she responded "Sir, approximately three minutes ago the RRD Merchant ship 'Bowman Grey' was fired upon, attacker’s type and reasoning is unknown. The Bowman Grey managed a short emergency hail before communications were knocked offline. No contact since."





Xander nodded at the summary before leaning back in the chair and checking the information the seat was delivering to him directly. "Alright, we are five minutes out, all hands red alert. Inform our passengers and take us in."





As the bridge lighting shifted to a more subdued combat ready state, Xander took a moment to try and steady his heart rate. This was it, his first potential combat in his own starship. "Alright, shields up and take us in."





At his order, Pilot dropped the light cruiser out of warp twenty clicks out from the distress signal.





Unfortunately Xander forgot one of the first rules of combat since World War I.





Fights are not static.





He cursed as the ship dropped out of warp and found themselves within five clicks from a trio of ships and well within combat range.





He growled as he took in the situation. Two of the ships were obviously Klingon in design and were busy harassing the third ship, a freighter of unknown but probably human design due to the name.





"T'Vrell, target engines and weapons as available," he ordered as he tapped his hand pad and selected the heavy bird of prey as the primary target and left the lighter opponent to be targeted as it came available. He imagined the headache this would be had a choosen the Starfleet option, the rules of conduct would require him to try and talk before the fighting started.





"Pilot, keep him away from the freighter," he ordered next and held onto the chair arms as the ship banked hard to the right. Green blasts of energy ripped into the opposing vessel as they passed before Pilot pulled them up and away.





The enemy response was near instantaneous, as bolts of blue Tetryon lashed out at them. Xander flinched as the ship shuddered with each impact. “Damage?” he ordered as Mendril read over her station.





“Rear shields are down fourteen percent,”





Xander nodded at that before the NightHawk finished its banking maneuver and headed in for another attack run. Pilot tightened the turn as much as possible as lethal energy lashed between the three ships in their struggle for dominance.





One of the things Xander had failed to realize when watching the TV show was the scale that he was required to fight on, he was currently engaged in a dogfight in what amounted to an office block as two others tried to blow him to particle bits in the deep vacuum of space.





"T'Vrell give me good news," he ordered as Pilot dove and spun to keep the other two ships in range of the Tactical officer’s weapons.





The Romulan grunted as the ship shuddered under another volley of hits. "Primary Target shields will be down in the next pass and I have a full spread of Torpedoes," she responded as she watched the console carefully for one of her opponents to enter the firing arc of her primary weapons.





Xander nodded at that before he looked back at the screen “Take us in, Pilot.”





The final pass was almost anticlimactic. The lighter bird of prey peppered them with strikes while the heavier ship attempted to turn and take the incoming blows on the port shields.





It was a futile effort though as Pilot and T'Vrell acted in concert to slip in behind the Klingon ship, strip its shields away, and disable the vessel’s engines with a torpedo spread.





"Pilot, keep us in a defensive position near the crippled ship. Mindrel, open hailing frequency," Xander ordered as he stood from the captains chair, clasping his hands behind his back. "Aggressor vessels, this is the MCC Nighthawk, stand down or you will be destroyed," he ordered across the open channel, for a moment silence reigned before the screen flickered slightly and the image of an enraged Klingon female replaced the external view.





"You dare attack the house of Jop!" she growled as Xander simply raised an eyebrow at her outrage.





"You attacked an unarmed, civilian freighter in Federation space," Xander said with all the authority his character could muster, which given his additions to the command rank was considerable, "So you can either explain to me why I shouldn't blow you into scrap or explain it on your way to Gre'Thor with the other dishonored dead."





For a moment Xander was afraid he had pushed the warrior female to far before she the female took a deep breath to calm herself "Very well, I am Captain Tan'Jop of the KDF Internal Security," she explained as Xander felt a chill run up his spine. The KDF internal Security were the not-so-secret-police of the Klingon Empire, a force dedicated to rooting out the subversive and dangerous elements in the empire.





If they were willing to travel this deep into Federation space, the odds were good that this wasn't some run of the mill raid.





Xander nodded as he tightened his fist behind his back "A pleasure, Captain, now would you mind explaining what you are doing in Federation territory?"





The captain tapped on her console for a few seconds before a surge of data popped up. "The Bowman Grey belongs to the 'Bio Delve Sub-Mining' a business conglomerate that has been in business for over a hundred years but has only just managed to break even." Tan'Jop explained before some more information on the corporation was entered. "We have reason to believe that they are a front for an illegal breeding research group and are behind several high profile kidnappings of males throughout the empire and Federation territories."





Glancing over the assembled data Xander sighed before he nodded, even with the war between the Klingons and Federation there were still treaties in effect concerning kidnapping of males, treaties that required him to assist if there was reason to believe the threat to males was real.





“Very well Captain, everything is in order but as per the Nova Treaty, myself and one tactical officer will be escorting you and one science officer to investigate the ship and any connection it might have to illegal kidnapping and smuggling of males.” Xander offered and took the sudden disconnect of the comms as acceptance of his terms. “Can we contact the freighter’s captain?” Xander asked and after some fiddling with the console Mindrell shook her head. “Alright then, T’Vrell you're with me, Mindrell, you have the bridge.”





With the order given Xander and his Romulan Tactical officer headed for the transporters with T’Vrell taking a moment to grab a phaser rifle and an extra pistol before joining him on the transport pad.





As the shimmer of light danced over him, Xander took a deep breath, by the time he let it out he was standing in a damaged corridor of the 'Bowman Grey'. Two Klingons joined him a moment later. "Captain Tan'Jop," Xander greeted as he watched the corridor carefully "We haven't yet managed to contact the captain of the Bowman Grey, so there is a high probability that any crewmen we come across will consider us a threat," Xander explained and rolled his eyes at the dismissive snort the Klingon scientists gave. "Keep the injuries to a minimum. If they aren't involved, we don't want to break anything we can't put back together,"





Tan'Jop glanced at him for a moment before she nodded at his 'Suggestion' and with a look at her subordinate turned down the power on her rifle "And if they are involved?"





"Then we want them alive so we can rip the answers out of their still screaming mouths," Xander explained pleasantly and was rewarded by a pair of feral smiles from the two Klingons as they imagined the horrible things they would be allowed to do if the ship was in fact being used for what they suspected.





Any further conversation died as an armored form stepped out from behind some debris and aimed a rather nasty looking rifle at them. With a shove, Xander managed to body check the Klingon captain out of the path of the weapon and sent them both into a tumble before their attacker sprayed the hallway with a flurry of shots for several seconds before T’Vrell dropped the enemy woman with a well placed shot from her own rifle.





With the danger passed, Tan’Jop threw him off her with a powerful shove before she got to her feet and glared at the downed opponent that had nearly gotten the drop on her.





Xander regained his feet before he caught Tan'Jop's look and nodded. While the attack wasn't out of the norm for a freighter that had just been attacked, the crew members’ possession of advanced military weapons and armor added more than a little credence to the Klingons’ claim that the freighter was more than it seemed. "Call them in."





With that simple comment, Tan'Jop's smile would have scared vampires. A quick tap of her Comm Badge and dozens of battle hungry Klingon warriors began to beam aboard.





Tan'Jop quickly ordered the complete subjugation of the ship and it's crew with special attention to any ranking crew member to be taken alive for 'Questioning'. Any further orders were interrupted by a rather burly female warrior asking about males with a less than subtle glance in Xanders direction.





With a snarl the Klingon captain laid out the warrior with a single punch before she glared the rest of the warriors back into line as she resisted the urge to declare her possession of the federation male. "The males will be dealt with after the ship is ours," She snarled before waving the assembled warriors off, with a serious of blood thirsty chuckles the battle for the Bowman Grey began in earnest.





*****





Within the hour Xander and Tan'Jop were aboard the Nighthawk as they discussed the situation, it seemed the ship was a traveling concentration center designed to brainwash the captured males into happy to please sex dolls, bypassing the defence against forced breeding and making it far easier for certain elements in several sovereign territories to increase their male population.





As agreed, the majority of the captives would be going home with the Klingons, a fate they were eager to avoid as several had already attempted to commit suicide and were currently under a strict guard to avoid them escaping their fate.





Currently though Xander and Tan'Jop were fighting over the rescued males.





Xander groaned in pleasure as he gently kissed the moaning Captain. As soon as her lips had touched his, he knew that the battle was over. He melted into the kiss, lifting a hand to cradle her cheek. A sweet little moan escaped her, and she kissed him harder, trying to dominate the coming activity as was her people’s way but Xander drew back slightly, denying the contact until she submitted, allowing him to gently trace her lip with his thumb.





Her hand closed over his on her cheek, caressing it, and she said, "By Kahlles, that gave me shivers." Her eyes opened, once again ensnaring his. Curling her fingers around his wrist, she pulled down and breathed a word that was only rarely heard in Klingon mating, "Please."





She pressed his hand against her armor encased breast, and he let out a quiet groan as he slid his hand inside her uniform. He squeezed the firm globe, making her moan and close her eyes for a moment at the sensation, Klingon mating was always violent, many had a hard time discerning the difference between a loving family and a gladiator pit fight.





This, this was different, it was soft, slow, gentle and it was driving her insane with lust.





"Do you want to see me?" She asked as his forefinger found her stiff nipple.





"Yes."





Stepping back, Tan'Jop undressed herself under the hungry gaze of the Federation captain. Pulling off what few undergarments she had on, Tan'Jop, first daughter of the house of Top, stood in all her glory before the man who had saved her life. Deep brown skin was taut over well defined muscles and crisscrossed with the pale white marks of scars that told a story of her culture’s warlike nature far more clearly than any of the TV shows or movies had ever managed. Pink nipples surrounded by a slightly darker ring decorated the perfect teardrops of her breasts. A sparse triangle of black hair on her mound pointed downward, its tip hidden in the shadows between her thighs.





"So beautiful." Xander whispered as he smiled, he had never been one of the fan boys interested in the more exotic aliens Star Trek had offered to lust after but even he had to admit that at the moment Tan'Jop was gorgeous.





His words prompted a smile from her, and her expression flashed from bashful to sultry in a fraction of a second as she stepped forward in an attempt to reassert her authority but Xander proved himself faster on the uptake as he stepped into her personal space and pulled the large Klingon woman into a hug as he kissed her again.





Any inkling of hesitation evaporating in the heat of the moment, Xander sought her lips. Her tongue slipped into the kiss, tickling his lips and gums. A soft moan escaped her as he pulled back, moving to her neck. After a few soft pecks, he moved lower.





Tan'Jop's hand slid from his hair to his back, fingers gathering up the cloth of his uniform top and pulling it free of his pants. He kissed the upper swell of her right breast, and she gasped, her fingers now gliding over the bare skin of his back. When he kissed the other globe in the same place, she moaned and whispered, "Please," as she tried to get a more energetic reaction from him, her mind not understanding the new feelings of pleasure he was pulling from her gasp by gasp.





Her back arched when he suckled her right nipple between his lips, pressing her perky little globe against him. Xander swirled his tongue over it, the Silver Tongue perk coming into play as the mere contact with her skin was enough to excite her. Circling the areola, he then flicked the erect nub. She continued to bunch up the material of his uniform, exposing more of his upper body to her exploring fingers.





"This," She gasped as his tongue continued to excite her "this is wrong," she said and moaned as he switched to her other nipple.





Spurred on by her fast breathing and coos of pleasure, he worshiped her breasts with his mouth, making her writhe in pleasure where she stood. The hand not assisting him in his inspection of her glorious breasts explored her body, touching every inch of her surprisingly soft skin, gravitating steadily toward her legs, and the part between them. Finally, he could wait no longer, and cupped her sex in his hand.





A warbling cry bubbled from her lips as he touched her wet heat, followed by a yelp as he slipped a finger inside. She was soaking wet, and her muscled thighs squeezed tight trapping his hand as he stirred her core with the single digit, causing his cock to throb. She continued to work on his uniform, he broke contact with her chest long just long enough to pull the top off. She moaned and smiled at the sight of his bared skin, and licked her lips as he bent back over her for another kiss.





His finger wriggled back between her nether lips as they kissed, and her nails pressed into his back. After a deep, noisy breath, she pleaded, "More, please more."





The tightness of her pussy around his finger and the scent of her arousal that had tickled his nose as he pulled off his uniform top had inflamed his need as well. His mouth was watering, and his cock throbbing. The former won out for the time being, and he knelt slowly at her feet making sure he kissed his way down her body.





"Yes. Yes. Yes," she breathed with each touch of his lips, and then whimpered when he kissed the little triangle on her mound. Her legs drifted apart, and he gently moved her around so she could take a seat on the coach his ready room had been supplied with where she collapsed down, her legs spread as she breathed heavily in need.





"If you get to the point where you're not strong enough for this and you want me to take you hard and fast, the safe word if Kiwi" Xander said with a grin before he scooted forward between her thighs and gently ran his hands up and down her legs.





Feeling lightheaded from the perfume of her arousal, he kissed each of her silky thighs in turn. Her inner lips were small pink petals against her dark skin, as pretty as a picture, and glistening with wetness his fingers had brought forth from between them. His lips parted and his tongue slipped out, the tip tickling her folds and giving him his first taste.





She cried out and trembled as his tongue pressed deeper. A chill crept through him from the heady taste of her nectar, and a broad, stiff swipe of his tongue gave him a deep drink.





"That feels so good. It's been so long," Tan'Jop whispered, her voice thick with passion.





"So sweet," Xander said in a rush between laps. A quick wiggle of his tongue caused her hips to lift toward him, and a much stronger swipe over her clit made her squeal as her hands tangled in his hair, desperate for more contact against her body. His instincts shouted to devour her, but he maintained control, savoring her instead. She writhed from his efforts, caressing her body and the back of his head with her ever roaming hands. Quiet vocalizations evidenced the pleasure he was giving her, yet also pleaded for more.





He explored every inch of her folds with his lips and tongue, slowly building momentum. Her breathing picked up, as did the volume of her whimpers and moans.





"Yes. Oh yes. Like that. More. Please."





Xander couldn't help a little grin as the absurd thought that it was just like riding a bike popped into his head. Even before the sex in his last timeline had dried up, this had been a rare treat. Anya had never been comfortable with oral sex, and he usually hadn't pressed the issue. Though he could actually stay nestled between a woman's thighs making her climax for hours, a fact he had proven to Cordelia during the post Judge celebration.





Anya though had certainly never offered the kind of mesmerizing encouragement Tan'Jop was giving him with every twitch of her body and sound that passed her lips.





Lost in the taste and scent of her, he homed in on her clit by instinct. Tongue darting over the swollen bud, he was ready to push her over the edge. Fingers twined into his hair, and she sucked in a loud gasp.





"Oh yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!" A rapid series of whimpers followed her cries, and then she squealed, her body lurching as orgasm claimed her.





Tightening his grip on her legs, he kept her sweet pussy in range of his tongue and continued to lap. The sexy Klingon’s back arched, thrusting her breasts into the air, and her thighs squeezed tight around his head. She clawed at the couch cushions, crying out to the ceiling above, and only relaxed when he slowed his tongue, letting her come back to earth.





Xander's heart beat fast as he sat back on his heels to watch her twitch and tremble from the aftershocks of her first orgasm without pain. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled, letting out a long moan.





"That-" She trailed off for a moment before she shook her head to keep her eyes focused. "Is all human mating like that?" she asked as Xander smiled.





"Unfortunately not, I am something of a perfectionist though so I am known for going above and beyond," Xander explained as he let her catch her breath even as he gently ran his hands along her legs and thighs to keep her stimulated and to begin rebuilding the excitement.





Feeling the fire begin to grow again Tan'Jop leaned back against the couch with a sigh as Xander finally joined her and pulled the warrior into a hug.





Tan'Jop snuggled in closer, her breasts pressed against his chest. as she tried to clear her mind of the strange new thoughts, filled with softness and gentle touches. "My people have never mated like that," she admitted as her warrior stamina began to reassert itself in desire for more as she began to gently kiss his exposed chest as she ran her hand across his abs gently.





Xander was half tempted to pinch himself, in order to make sure it wasn't all just a dream, he draped an arm over her. Though his cock was throbbing and demanding attention, he found that he was able to ignore it; feeling the warmth of her body next to him and listening to the soft sounds of her breathing as she touched him.





She didn't remain in the languid afterglow for long, though. Soon enough, she kissed his cheek near where her head rested on his arm, and then found his lips. The kiss turned hungry, and he felt her hand sliding downward between their bodies.





Tan'Jop let out a surprised groan when her fingers found his cock — steel hard beneath his pants and boxers. He sucked in a sharp breath from her touch, and his heart rate increased when she tugged on the waistband.





She scooted back a little so she could see, and wasted no time in freeing his cock. Unconstrained, it bobbed and she gasped before looking back up into his eyes. "Oh, that's big."





As much as he liked hearing that, it wasn't exactly what he was used to. He was average, and content with that. There was genuine surprise — and hints of wonder — in her eyes, though. Klingons must have been hung like the Romans for him to inspire that reaction from her.





Her eyes dropped back down to his manhood, and she shifted on the couch. One hand assisted by him lifting his hips pulled the pants down and let them settle around his feet as the other hand wrapped around him, squeezing and stroking.





"God thats-," he groaned while wriggling to help her remove the last of his clothes.





"God? No, we killed all of ours," Tan'Jop said as her fingers uncurled from around him, she shifted around slightly and and lay down on her back. Her legs parted, and she caressed her folds. "I need it."





Xander struggled for a moment to remove his boot before he kicked free of his pants. He scooted in next to her and lifted one of her legs. The position was one that wasn't exactly optimal for him, but that was exactly what he wanted right now. Anything that would keep him from erupting the moment he pushed inside her was a bonus. As he curved around her, bringing his cock nearer to her pink treasure, she rested her foot on his hip and set the other atop the couch back.





So near that he swore he could feel the heat of her sex on his cock, he paused, sliding a hand behind her head and kissing her. She responded in kind, whimpering slightly between every touch of their lips.





Still tasting her sweet lips, he shifted his hips, pressing the head of his cock against her folds. She gasped, and he could feel her sex twitch against his tip. Slipping a hand through the triangle of her bent knee let him finish guiding his cock into position, and he pushed.





Tan'Jop sucked in a loud, high-pitched gasp as his cockhead popped inside her. Without a doubt, she was the tightest woman he'd ever been with, resisting his invading cock even as wetness flowed, inviting it in.





"Ooh, so big. Slow," she said, and then pulled him down into another kiss. "But more."





Another push slipped about an inch of his cock into her hot embrace. She whimpered, and he pulled back until just the head remained inside her before pushing again. Inch by inch, he overcame her resistance, sliding deeper into her clenched canal amidst a symphony of her whimpers and gasps as she begged for more but still resisted the magic word that would have him ravish her as she was used to. Finally after a short eternity of pleasure, his balls settled against her.





"S-so full. aah yes," she breathed as he throbbed deep inside her. A sharp, "Ah," accompanied his cock retreating.





Moving his hand from the back of her head to her shoulder provided leverage, and she grunted as he thrust his full length into her again. "Oh," he said before thrusting again. "You feel so good."





Her grunt of pleasure was enough to encourage him on as she enjoyed the sensation.





His back was was sore due to the unpleasant angle, but it couldn't remotely overwhelm the feeling of her satiny canal wrapped around him. She groaned with each slow, methodical thrust of his cock, her face tight and flushed. Her resistance lessened after a minute or so of blissful thrusting, and her eyes drifted open to lock with his.





Xander moved his hand from her shoulder back to her dark tresses and kissed her again. Her tight warrior pussy was finally ready to accept him, and he no longer needed the additional leverage. His next thrust was faster, and she whimpered into the kiss, but kissed back even harder immediately afterward.





Breathing hard, he kept his speed constant, teasing the pleasure out of her as she begged for more. He kissed her lips, neck, and shoulder, drawing small sounds of pleasure as a counterpoint to her louder cries every time he buried his cock inside her. Her breasts began to jiggle as he slowly increased the speed, making him wish he could reach the perky globes with his lips.





"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh yeah! Faster!" She cried, and then slipped a hand between her legs to her clit. When he responded, giving her the full measure he could manage in the position while she frigged her clit, she screamed, "Yes!"





Xander grunted with exertion, beginning to feel the itch in the tip of his cock despite the growing ache in his back. The warning tickle grew stronger with each thrust, and he knew he wasn't going to hold out much longer. She was just too tight and wet, milking his cock like only a slayer ever had. His every sense was alive and filled with her, pushing him toward the inevitable.





Fortunately, she was well ahead of him.





Her words were a jumble of Klingon curses and cries that tumbled from her lips, closer together and louder with every cry. Then, her flashing fingers froze over her clit, her mouth dropped open, and she screamed.





Xander grunted and froze in place, his eyes widening as her intimate muscles clamped down on him in a vise-like grip. She screamed again, lurching from the shockwaves of beautiful agony ripping through her. He grabbed her shoulder again, holding his cock deep inside her, and marveled at the intensity of her orgasm as he rode her climaxing body.





Tan'Jop came and came, screaming until her voice grew hoarse and her face was flushed far darker. She thrashed in his arms, one hand fisted into the couch and the nails of the other digging into his shoulder. An especially violent lurch arched her back high off the bed, causing his cock to pop free. When her bottom slammed back to the bed, a warbling combination of a moan and a whimper escaped her, and she went limp.





Concerned by the way she was hyperventilating, he slid up on the bed and cupped her cheek. "Are you okay?"





She responded with a groan and a halting nod of her head, but then snapped both hands between her legs and curled up, trembling.





Xander slipped off the couch and moved over to the replicator, grabbing a cup of water there before he returned. Tan'Jop uncurled as he neared, and he asked, "Do you want a drink?"





"Yes," She gasped as her eyes slipped in and out of focus.








He helped her sit up, holding the bottom of the glass as she lifted it to her lips with a quivering hand. She coughed after the first sip, took several deep breaths, and then drank again. Eventually, she finished the glass and let her hand fall back to the bed.





"More — please," she begged in a weak whisper.





Xander nodded and stood to return to the replicator when her hand caught his "Not that," she whispered a dreamy smile decorated her face.





After a soft kiss as he set the glass down, she looked down at his still-hard cock and shivered. "You didn't come?"





Xander shook his head. "It's okay."





Tan'Jop smiled as she lounged on the couch and considered the male she was currently with, in the back of her mind she decided that no matter what happened, when the war was over she would have Xander as her personal spoils of war.





Feeling a little self-conscious standing naked next to the couch with his pussy-slick cock bobbing near her face Xander sat down and caressed her foot. "You were..." He trailed off and shook his head, blowing out a hard breath when he couldn't find the words.





"You too," she responded, and then laughed as she ran her feet across his slick cock as she cupped her breast, moaned, "I want to feel you come inside me."





Her butt slid toward him across the wet couch cushions as she reclined, knees bending and drifting apart. "Take me. Fuck me. Come inside me. I want it."





Her words may as well have been puppet strings, pulling him between her legs. A chill ran through him at the sight of her giving her body to him, and he sank balls deep into her saturated pussy with a single strong thrust.





"Ngh!" She grunted as he hit bottom. "I love your cock. Give it to me."





He didn't have much choice in the matter. Caught in her spell, he leaned over her, gripping her thighs tight and pushing her knees toward her chest. A pair of thrusts later, and he was back to speed, enjoying the heat that surrounded his length as he fucked the moaning captain with long, slow thrusts.





"Oh yes. Hard. Fast," she cried out in time with his cock pumped into her. Again, her fingers blurred over her clit, helping to drive her to a new peak as well.





Her perfect breasts bounced erratically and her head lashed on the cushion as he pounded her. Despite the environmental control, Xander felt sweat beading on his forehead as he held back from pounding her into jelly. He grunted and growled, pouring every ounce of his will into holding back until she said the safe word as his cum surged up for release.





"Yes! S-s-so good! Ah! Fuck me, Please!"





He was losing the battle. Tan'Jop was breathing faster, her back arching and her pussy squeezing rhythmically around him, but he knew he wasn't going to make it. He slowed down even more, making excruciatingly slow thrusts, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, knowing that the sight of the sexy Klingon body was only pushing him toward the inevitable that much faster.





"Kiwi!"





The words clipped and high-pitched, Xander opened his eyes and looked at the nearly mad with lust Klingon beneath him before a feral grin spread across his face at his victory.





Shifting around so he was standing, Xander threw Tan'Jops ankles over his shoulders and began to thrust with a mad desire, pounding into her with all the pent up energy he had been saving for her surrender as she screamed below him.





"Can't stop. Too good," he managed to grunt.





"So close. Do it. Come in me."





That was it. Hearing her cry out for him to fill her up threw open the floodgates. Opening his eyes to drink in her sexy body, he gave full vent to his desire. Their bodies collided with loud smacks, joining the sounds of his grunts, and her whimpers.





Tan'Jops eyes shot wide open and she gasped. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Gonna come!"





An explosive growl burst from Xanders lips as he slammed into her and tipped over the edge. The pulse was powerful, running from beneath his balls to the tip buried deep inside her, setting off an involuntary quiver and making him groan. More a jet than a spurt, the eruption felt like gallons escaping at once, and he wasn't close to done. His hips worked in spasmodic jerks as the cum just kept coming.





"Yeah! Fill me..." She sucked in a great breath of air and screamed the last word as an orgasm ferociously claimed her, "Up!"





The cyclical trap held them both for what felt like eternity. The tight squeeze of her pussy made him throb and pump his hips, which in turn caused her intimate muscles to clamp down. They both made sounds and faces that would have been comical, if either of them could see through tightly closed eyes or hear over the sound of their blood pounding in their ears.





On and on it went, until Xander suddenly discovered that he was kneeling on the floor hugging the exhausted Tan'Jop to him his nose snuggled between her rapidly rising and falling breasts. Her arms were wrapped around his head and legs were spread limply around him as his softening cock remained snugly nestled in her, and she was moaning in the most sweet, satisfied way.





"That was... Mmm!"





Xander couldn't manage more than a groan. He felt as if he'd run a marathon. The euphoria of what had caused his exhaustion made him feel as if he'd won that marathon, though.





Her hands roamed over his back as she continued to moan, whispering, "Thank you," a couple of times.





In time, the need to finish their mission won out over their desire to remain where they were. Xander pulled his softening cock from her, and let out a weak, inarticulate sound as the sensation sent a shockwave through him before he slowly began to gather his uniform up. Tan'Jop whimpered as he left her, but seemed to understand and joined him in gathering up her things.





Flaw Removed: Blue Balls


Flaw Removed: Blue Baller


*****





Mission Completed: A ship and a crew... Well a ship at least…


+500 points


T’Vrell +500 +5 Reputation


Mendril +500 +5 Reputation


Haecon +500 +5 Reputation





Mission Completed: Klingons, Helluva Freaky.


You survived a Klingon in bed, and in the bathroom, and the kitchen and...


Tan'Jop: +2000 points





Mission Complete: Hi Ho Hi Ho…


+500 credits +5 to reputation with Sigma Tua Brothels, +5 reputation with Mistress Kimm.


Bonus Objective (Easy): +5 Duty Officer


Bonus Objective (Moderate): Incomplete


Bonus Objective (Hard): Incomplete





As he glanced around the dark room Xander nodded at the waiting area, Tan'Jop had agreed to let him transport the males to the Sigma Tau Brothel, a task made much easier thanks to the presence of two Klingon warships, all told the rest of the trip had been uneventful save for the rather dramatic introduction he had gotten to Klingon sex a few days after the Battle for the Bowman Grey. Xander shook his head at the memory and made sure to add the 'Viking in the Sack' perk for next time before he flipped back in the options and tapped the Sunnydale Per-Verse





Warning: Genre Server change, all advanced items and abilities will be returned for a point score equal in value to their total worth that may be used in the new Genre server.





You currently have six (6) party members available on this server,


Willow, Dawn, Sharon, Marcie, Jessie and Buffy are active.





All items and abilities will be restored from previous saves.





Would you like to allow an AI to continue on Private server?





Yes/No





Xander Blinked at that and tapped the yes button and blinked as a timer started below the private server indicating how long the AI had been active.





He shook his head at the oddness of his life before pressing on and continuing on to the original server and watching as the world turned white.





Xander awoke in a rush and stared at the ceiling for a moment as he tried to come to grips with what he had just seen and done, his moment of introspection was interrupted by when his bed shifted suspiciously in the pre-morning light, a breeze in his nether region warned him that he was about to get company in his bed before a soft hand touched his thigh and gently adjusted his clothes in the darkness to free his cock, after a moments fumbling Xander lifted the covers and looked down at Sharon who had invited herself into his bed and currently struggled to free him from his confines.





“Sharon,” Xander said and smiled at her when she finally looked up at him her hands still working to gain access. “I’m sorry for ignoring your needs,” Xander admitted before he ran a hand through her hair as she finally freed his erection.





Sharon dropped her head under the covers and gently lowered her mouth to his cock, she started to kiss it as she fondled his balls. Xander groaned as he realized what was going on just as she took his soft cock into her mouth. She groaned happily As he grew big inside her mouth. She sucked his still soft cock into her mouth and sucked on it happily. Xander reached down under the covers and grabbed her head, he gently ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked him off. As Xander reached full mast Sharon smiled around his cock, she was easily able to take all of him into her mouth as it started to grow and harden but soon found he was just slightly too large for her to take comfortably when fully erect. Xander just leaned his head back and sighed as he made a mental note that this method was far superior to any alarm clock.





Still playing with his balls and with his cock growing ever harder in her mouth, Sharon groaned again at the power she had over Xander in this simple act. Xander started to slowly thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, holding her head still. Bucking his hips with a little more force as he enjoyed the moist heat of her mouth, He was slowly sliding his cock in and out of her as he enjoyed the morning wake up.





At Sharon’s insistent pulls, Xander let go of her head and gasped as Sharon began to fuck his cock with more passion. His cock grew almost to its full length inside her mouth as she bobbed her head into his lap with the wet sucking sound of a sloppy blow job. Xander tangled his hands in the dark hair of his lover and pulled her head up off his cock.





“I’m not going to last…” Xander warned as Sharon smiled around his length and slowly sank down his length again, refusing to break eye contact until she bottomed out with her nose against his pelvis as he gently massaged his fingers through her hair.





After a few moments of sucking, Sharon surfaced again and gently began rubbing his length with her hand as she smiled. “Then don’t, let yourself go and fuck me, I want you to become completely unhinged and treat me like an animal." She finished murmuring this as her lips came in contact with the wide crest of his cock's helm, giving him a sweet, loving kiss. Her warm, pink tongue emerged from her plump lips, licking the tip with a little moan in appreciation of his beautiful dick, now completely hard, just for her.





Cursing under his breath, Xander gripped his minion by her hair, resisting the urge to grind upward and thrust his massive dick roughly into her pretty little throat. "If-" Xander broke off as his voice threatened to shatter before he took a deep breath “If thats what you want,” he said before lifting his hip and rubbed his cock across her lips “Then get to work, little one.”





She obeyed wordlessly, her tongue gliding up and down the entire rigid, veiny length. "Mmph~ you taste so yummy," she giggled, before taking the entire head of his dick into her hot mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop. Her fingertips grazed his muscular thighs, and she purposefully went at an agonizingly slow pace, just to drive him mad.





"Mmm, such a good little pet... Yeah, suck it just like that... fuck..." His fists tightened around her dark tresses and gently nudged her forward onto his cock, the rigid length twitched with arousal as she played her tongue over the head and sucked the length deeper. Fuck, she was such a tease.





"Mmmfgh?" Her words were lost against his cock, which she slowly eased into her greedy mouth. She paused slightly at the halfway mark to take a deep breath through her nose. Her tongue continued to caress his pulsating veins before she once more she lowered her head, the tip of his dick pressing toward the back of her throat.





Xander’s jaw tightened in pleasured agony, the feral urge to thrust ruthlessly against her throat was overwhelming. "Oh, god Sharon, your mouth is so good... So good... " Xander moaned and gasped as he gripped the sheets by his bedside in a desperate bid to control his desire.





Sharon moaned softly around his cock, any fears she had about fitting his full length into her mouth disappeared as she bottomed out against his pelvis, her dark hair splaying out against his stomach as she sucked him off gently and made mental notes of what he enjoyed for future consideration.





With the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat, her nose nuzzled against his pelvis. She gagged slightly for a moment before she pulled him out, almost completely, ceasing at the tip, before thrusting him back into her waiting mouth completely. She gagged again as Xander hissed in pleasure while he fought the onrushing orgasm as much as possible.





Sharon gently let her left hand fondle Xander’s cum filled balls lightly as her other hand made its way down to her soaked pussy and began to gently rub herself in pleasure. As her fingers found a rather pleasant place she let out a little whimper which vibrated lovingly against his dick. She began to increase her pace, lifting her head up and down, thrusting him into her mouth aggressively as she played with herself.





The fingers of her left hand gently played with the heavy sack, squeezing and massaging his balls with a soft groan around his length. She wanted Xander to cum. To come completely unglued and empty his load down her throat, it was an image that had always managed to get her excited when watching the pornos.





“Almost, Sharon. Almost, baby,” Xander groaned as he fought against the desire to buck wildly at her face as his orgasm approached. His words sent a thrill through her body as she continued to rub herself desperately in need, two fingers pumping inside her hot core as she worked more vigorously. Her lips and tongue squeezed around his cock, thrusting him roughly against her throat. She needed his cum, on her face, on her chest, or down her throat she didn’t care.





With one last gasp, Sharon squeezed his balls, though not too hard, enough to send him over the edge. With a guttural groan, Xander started to cum; spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky seed. The first burst hit the back of her throat and was swallowed without thought before she pulled back slightly. The salty substance filled her senses, making her moan inwardly as she drank up his cum greedily as the shuddering orgasm of her own washed over her.





As the last final shudder of his orgasm passed, Sharon pulled off of him, a string of saliva and cum streaming between her hot little lips and the tip of his cock as she smiled happily up at the gasping form of her savior and master.





Xander blinked away the stars from the orgasm he had just had before he glanced down at Sharon with a feral grin. His cock began to return to it’s full length. “Well, that’s one room down,” Xander said with a grin before pulling his Familiar up into his arms, spinning off the bed. He carried the sweat soaked girl out into the hallway. They would christen the house fully over the next couple hours, saving the bathroom for last so they could get clean from their recent escapades.





Behind them, Marcie Ross finally let out the drawn out moan she had been repressing as she fingered herself to orgasm.





*****





Xander walked down the sidewalk deep in thought. His time in the Star Trek verse had been entertaining but didn’t add a whole lot to him as a person or as a character. His time with Sharon, on the other hand, had earned him nearly five hundred points and the ‘You can Do it’ achievement.





“Ah, Alexander.”





Xander glanced around for a moment before finally spotting the Mayor sitting at an outdoor table, “Mayor Wilkins.”





The Mayor smiled pleasantly at him before he motioned towards the empty chair across from him. "Please join me. I so very rarely get to speak with my constituents," he said as Xander took the offered seat warily.





Wilkins took a sip of coffee as Xander browsed the menu for a moment before the boy made his selection and placed an order with the cute blonde waitress.





"Kate’s is one of the oldest businesses in Sunnydale. Leo and Angelina Kate were charter members during the town’s incorporation when my grandfather started the town itself. They wanted to name it Kate’s Cove or something silly like that. But with some rather ingenious promotion work, my grandfather won through and Sunnydale was born," The Mayor explained proudly as Xander’s food was delivered.





As Xander began to eat, Wilkin’s finally leaned forward in anticipation looking as giddy as a school boy. "So tell me, how long did you last after you blew me up?"





*****





A/n for the record the scene with Tan'Jop was the longest scene to write in the story to date, I was originally going to have a brief, violent rutting between two warriors that highlighted the rough style of Klingon mating.





And then I came across a question asking if Klingons had Snuggle Dens like we have Bondage Dungeons and... Well things sort of took off from there.





I hope you all enjoyed it, I realized that with the writing of this chapter my story is now of equal length to a novel... And then I look at Mists of Rainbows story... *Sigh*





And then I post it just in time for Mr. Nemoy to pass on and for MoR to wrap up their story... *Sigh*