Dreams of Exsistence

Chapter Three
A warm breeze moved along the trees, caressing Malcolm as he woke up. He was still groggy from something, but couldn’t quite remember what. He felt as though he had been stunned with a phase pistol. Then he remembered and opened his eyes. Hoshi was lying next to him, running her hands along his naked torso. Her touch created havoc with his control, as was evident by his budding arousal. He moved to set her aside but found himself restrained. He looked around unbelievingly and saw that vines from the trees around their campsite were holding him down, tied around his wrists and ankles.

Realizing this was not the Hoshi he knew, he willed himself to calm down. He thought back to yesterday and remembered the wind gust. Perhaps Hoshi had been replaced with a doppelganger or possessed by some entity they had not detected. He inhaled and exhaled sharply. The smell of her hair assaulted his nerves and had the reverse affect. He was quickly losing the control he valued so much.

“Release me at once, Ensign,” Reed growled in a menacing voice, struggling against the vines, trying to appeal to the Starfleet officer in Hoshi. “This conduct is highly inappropriate and unbecoming of an officer.”

“Lieutenant,” Hoshi purred, mocking his tone of voice, “it is your fault entirely that we are in this situation.”

“Hoshi, please don’t do this,” he pleaded. “Hoshi, if you can hear me, you have to stop what you are doing.”

“Malcolm, I do hear you, but I won’t stop. I don’t want to.” She rubbed up against him, feeling him tremble. She straddled his hips and ran her hands over his chest. The breeze swept through the trees, caressing the vines and the soon-to-be lovers. Malcolm strained against his bindings and realized he could not work his arms or legs free. He could feel her heat next to his loins. She drew her hands slowly over his abdomen where she had shot him and tears welled in her eyes.

“Malcolm, I am so very sorry for this,” she whispered and kissed the spot, “but there was no other way to overpower you. I knew in my heart you would never act on the attraction you felt for me. Seeing your dream gave us…me the courage to act. It elicited such strong emotions and sensory pleasure. I would love to experience them for myself.”

Malcolm stopped struggling and looked into the face of the woman he…loved. “Please don’t hurt her,” he pleaded.

Hoshi leaned forward, closing her lips over the pulse at Malcolm’s neck. “I would never hurt her,” she stated solemnly.

Hoshi inhaled. “Of all of the senses, smell is my favorite. It brings forth such feelings and thoughts and enhances the other senses too,” she whispered against his neck, licking the skin there.

Malcolm closed his eyes.
“Well, I can feel you are not as immune to me as you wish you were,” Hoshi breathed against his ear, suckling his earlobe and running her tongue along the shell of his ear. Her hair fell over his face, the light touch of it heightening his nerves further.

Malcolm groaned trying to maintain the last shred of control he had over his body. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” he asked.

Hoshi stopped her ministrations and sat up. “I am nothing. I mean both of you no harm. I only wish to experience your senses,” she explained. “Why do you not act on your attraction toward her?”

Malcolm opened his eyes and looked into Hoshi’s eyes, at a loss for an answer. He stuttered, “Because it would be inappropriate. This is inappropriate. And, if you wish not to harm Hoshi you would realize this is not what she wants.”

“But she does want this,” Hoshi stated, her hands and mouth roaming over his chest. "We… she has deep feelings for you.” She wiggled her way down his body, her feminine heat resting on his legs.

“Bloody fucking hell, Hoshi,” he gasped as her hand surrounded his fully aroused sex and began to stroke it up and down.

Her teeth and mouth sucking and nipping at the nipples on his cheshe she moaned, lost in the taste and texture. She kissed her way down his chest to his stomach, all the while stroking his member. He groaned losing more of what little control he had left slip away.

“This is delicious, Lieutenant. Your taste is bitter, yet pleasing to my pallet. I wonder if there are any other tastes to you.” She grinned up at him before she stuck the tip of her tongue out to taste the pre-cum on the head of his manhood.

He hissed a small protest, straining against his restraints, wishing he could touch her hair.

“Please don’t do this. It isn’t right,” he mumbled against the feeling of her mouth surrounding his now engorged shaft.

She moaned, taking him deeper into her mouth, stroking his shaft up and down with her hand and mouth, lost in the sensations emanating from him. Malcolm lost all thought of any control as his hips bucked in rhythm to her ministrations. Hoshi felt his loss of control and smiled in triumph, knowing he was close to orgasm and she was closer to her goal.

Hoshi stood over Malcolm, and then positioned herself over his rigid member. She elicited a low guttural moan from him as she slid her slick heat around him. She moved her hips in urgency, and looked for the release she craved. Her hands molded and pinched her breasts, as her lover could not carry out this task.

Malcolm’s control snapped as he lost himself to this moment, his hands grasping his restraints. Hoshi’s eyes were closed in ecstasy. Her sleek heat felt like a warm glove around him. He was primed and ready to explode into her depths. Hoshi arched her back and gasped his name as she reached the pinnacle of her release. Feeling her depths constrict and release around him, Malcolm thrust his hips into hers as he reached his release. His seed raced into her.

The wind ceased, and Hoshi collapsed on Malcolm’s chest, sobbing. Malcolm was released from his restraints as the vines climbed along the ground to the trees. “I am so sorry, Malcolm,” Hoshi sniffled against his chest. She pushed against him, trying to get off him, only to be held in place by his arms.

“Shhh,” Malcolm whispered as he looked into her dark brown eyes.

“I wasn’t strong enough to stop it. I didn’t want to. It just wanted to be able to feel something, anything. It really didn’t mean any harm. It’s been here so long, unable to…” Hoshi rattled off. Her nerves were frayed and she attempted to get off Malcolm again.

Malcolm held her to him, unable to let her go. He realized they had both been violated as he felt her tremble. She continued to cry as the realization of what just occurred hit her full force. “I wasn’t strong enough either, Hoshi. I couldn’t stop either,” he said as he hugged her to him.

They stayed that way for some time, both taking comfort in one another.
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Hoshi woke the next day in the tent, still naked yet covered with a blanket. She stretched and she saw her uniform lying beside her. She tensed as she heard Malcolm breaking camp. “How am I going to face him after what I did,” Hoshi thought, as she quickly got dressed.

“Hoshi?”

Hoshi stiffened at the sound of his voice, feeling tears well in her eyes at the sound of concern in his voice. “Y-yes?”

s iss is just great. I almost kill the guy and now I am standing here like a blubbering idiot,” Hoshi chastised herself, and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

“Are you decent?” Malcolm queried. “May I come in?”

“Yes, of course.”

Malcolm opened the flap and found Hoshi wiping her face. He could tell she had been crying. He kneeled down and enveloped her in his arms. “Hoshi, it wasn’t your fault,” he murmured into her hair.

“How can you say that?” Hoshi exclaimed pulling away from him in disbelief. “I could have killed you!” She shudderrecarecalling the experience.
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She remembered how warm she had felt shortly after the wind gust, as though she had gotten too much sun. Then she recalled feeling every sensation she could down to her core – touch, sight, sound, and especially smell. Yesterday, she became increasingly aroused, as though every fiber of her being was screaming for a release, a release only Malcolm could provide. She remembered watching herself shoot Malcolm as though she was watching a bad movie. She had screamed, rallying her anger and trying to push the presence out of her mind. She could feel the being -- its overwhelming curiosity, its loneliness, its urge to feel.

As she screamed within herself, crying out for Malcolm, the presence controlling her spoke. It communicated apathy toward her feelings, but apologized for her distress. It made no excuses, stating it was a selfish being by nature.

When Malcolm had woken up and was fine, Hoshi’s heart had seized with gratefulness. “Do you deny your ‘love’ for him?” the presence questioned Hoshi.

“Of course I love him,” replied Hoshi, just then admitting her true feelings toselfself. “But loving someone and acting on it are two different things.”

“Even after I showed you how he loves you,” the presence stated, referring to Malcolm’s dream.

“Sex is not love,” Hoshi said, blushing.

“I have to experience this for myself,” the being breathed, only then taking complete control.

Hoshi tried to fight but was overwhelmed with the desire and love she felt for Malcolm. Near the end of the ordeal she gave up, no longer able to deny the sensations.
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Malcolm listened to Hoshi as she told him bits and pieces of what she had gone through. “I’m fine, Hoshi,” he murmured.

Trying to lighten the mood, he continued, “Although, I have never been stunned by any of my previous lovers.”

Hoshi giggled, and Malcolm felt his heart lighten. He didn’t know how he was going to broach the next subject, unsure as to the timing of his question. “Oh well,” he thought.

Malcolm cleared his throat and looked into Hoshi’s eyes. The serious look in his eyes took her breath away. “I- I was wondering someg,” g,” he mumbled. “I was wondering if – if you would like to have dinner with me tomorrow evening?” Malcolm exhaled in a rush.

Hoshi looked at him, uncertain as what to make of his invitation.

Malcolm could see her reservations and cut off her train of thought. “The presence inside of you was right. I am attracted to you. I have been ever since we met. I would like the chance to explore my feelings for you and…”

Hoshi put her fingers over his lips, quieting him. “What about fraternization? I know how important your career is to you…”

“There are some things just as important, if not more,” Malcolm whispered onto her lips.

“Dinner it is, then,” Hoshi smiled at him.
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