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Star Trek › Deep Space 9
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
9,383
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Ezri's Glade
Feature: Deep Space Nine
Rating: “R” Nudity, Graphic Sex
Pairing: Ezri Dax and your Favorite
Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything about Star Trek, and no infringement is intended. I just want Ezri!.
Ezri’s Glade
by Phantom 69781
Ezri Dax gave the command to open the holosuite on the third level of Quark’s bar. Obediently, the doors slid open to reveal a sunlit glade. The air was fresh and underscored with the calls of various small birds, there was a small stream babbling through the middle of it, and a copse of trees both ancient and new. There was absolutely no one about, the sun shone warmly from a blue sky accented with occasional small puffs of white clouds, and to the young Starfleet lieutenant it was absolutely perfect.
She entered the room, and as the doors slid closed they vanished completely, the view of the glade unobstructed by any intrusive technology. It was her favorite place, about a kilometer from the summer home she’d known as a child on her native Trill. The water, she knew, would be cool, fresh enough to drink, directly from a mountain spring. There would be an occasional small animal, the names and breeds of which were unknown anywhere but on her home planet, but not a one would bother her. Except, perhaps, for a quistige, a small quasi-feline which might come tickle her foot with its fur, a touch occasionally added by the computer to keep things realistic.
“Computer.” There was a small chirrup from hidden monitors, just to let her know that the controlling ‘intelligence’ of the station was receiving her words and prepared to act on her commands. “Engage privacy mode.” *Chirrup*. “Lock the doors.”
“Doors secure.” The simulated female voice told her.
“Computer, disengage comm. Do not pass any calls other than from commissioned officers or Security. Authorization ‘Dax 42-947Alpha’.”
“Acknowledged.” Ezri smiled, rubbing her face with her hands, feeling the tiredness trying to flow from her body.
For the next 59 minutes, she was blissfully alone.
Sitting down on the grass, she removed first one boot, tossing it negligently aside, then the other. Taking off her socks, she flung them in the general direction of her boots. Standing up, she smiled at the sensation of the grass tickling her bare feet, and took a few experimental steps, feeling the green blades stroke her toes.
Stopping, she lifted her uniform top, pulling the blue and gray material and the blue undergarment off her body, letting it drop to the grass. Reaching back behind her, she unsnapped her bra, and then pulled it off. The warm sun felt good on her bare breasts, and a stray breeze stroked her nipples. She ran the backs of her nails lightly down the path of the spots which trailed on either side of her, marking her most distinctly as a Trill. Starting at either side of her forehead, they traced an unbroken pair of lines down her outer thighs all the way down to her feet. More than once Dr. Julian Bashir had traced that path along the outer sides of her breasts and down the front. Since the skin along there was so sensitive she was frequently consumed with giggles, and had to grab him, pressing his attention to other areas.
About to drop the white bra onto the grass with the same negligence she’d shown her uniform top, she changed her mind. Rolling it up into a ball, she pitched it at the flowing stream. It unwound in midair, falling into the water, and she giggled as she watched the water carry the restricting garment away.
The pragmatic part of her mind knew it would be carried a total of perhaps 10 meters, and when the program was over it would be as dry as ever when she picked it up. But there was a particular pleasure in watching as the computer, preserving the illusionary perspective, carried the garment downstream and out of sight.
Pushing her uniform pants off her hips, she stepped out of the cloth puddle they made around her bare feet. Hooking her thumbs into the sheer panties at her hips, she pushed the lacy white material down, stepping out of them. Straightening, she rolled up the panties into a surprisingly small ball and threw them at the stream. She smiled as the water bore them away in the direction of her ‘long lost’ bra.
Nude now, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it and then letting it slowly go, imagining her tensions flowing out with it. She lay down on the grass, feeling the green blades tickle her back and stroke her legs, spread her arms and legs wide, stretched hugely with a groan, and then let herself relax - collapse, actually - on the ground. Eyes closed, listening to the sound of the birds, the brook, the rustle of the trees in the wind which stroked her bare body, she thought life couldn’t get much better.
A tickling of grass on her saucy bottom and between her spread thighs made her turn over, getting comfortable as she lay face down on the grass, closing her eyes. ‘I’d love to just go to sleep right here,’ she thought contentedly, ‘but I only booked an hour, darn it.’
“Computer,” she called dreamily, “I’d like a back rub.” A moment later she felt a pair of hands stroking her back. They were warm and strong, and when they gently but firmly massaged her shoulders she gave a long, contented sigh.
She lay there, feeling the hands massaging her, stroking her back and shoulders. She didn’t look at the person doing it, actually a computer generated image given substance in photons and force fields. She didn’t care what image had been provided, just how good it was feeling. But as the ‘hands’ continued to stroke her body, she began to feel differently. This was nice, but she was starting to feel in the mood for something else. “Computer; I want more than just a back rub.”
The sensations changed as one hand drifted lower, caressing her rounded buttocks. While one hand continued on her torso, the other stroked lower and gradually lower in response, she spread her shapely legs. When the hand touched her labia, and found her already sensitive clitoris, she gasped, arching her hips. “Yes!” She gasped. “Oh, yes!” The fingers teased her clit, stroking her moistening lips.
She turned over, and the hands did not leave her. She could sense the body kneeling to her left, but did not open her eyes, wanting only the sensations. One hand stroked her right breast, then her left, not touching her nipples, while the other teased the dark bush of pubic hair at her mons. “Oh, more!” She whispered, spreading her legs and arching her hips. The touch was very accommodating, stroking her wet labia, tickling her lips and gently rubbing her clitoris. The other hand stroked her breasts, and she could feel them swelling slightly in response, becoming more sensitive as the hand massaged her mounds of girl flesh.
“Oh, lick them! Suck my nipples!” She implored, arching her back. One hand went to her right breast while a warm mouth came down on her left, kissing and nuzzling her breast. The other hand was stroking her labia, occasionally going a teasing inch into her vagina before pulling back, wet fingers rubbing her clit. As her right breast was gently squeezed and sensuously molded her left nipple was sucked into a warm mouth. “Oh god!” Her breath was coming in ragged gasps.
The hand between her legs continued to stroke and tease her, not entering more than an inch, driving her wild as she lay writhing about on the grass, unable to stop herself. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh, fuck me! Now! Fuck me now!”
She held her eyes closed as she felt the body move, come over her and descend on her flesh, pinning her writhing body to the ground. She clung blindly to the warm hard body and spread her legs wide, digging her heels into the grass to raise her hips, positioning herself to receive -
She cried out as the hard shaft of flesh was thrust deep into her, filling her to her limit, spreading her love tunnel wide. It drew out, and she clung to the body that lay on her, her nails digging into its back, the second thrust drawing an ecstatic scream from her. She wrapped her legs around the thrusting body, crossing her ankles and clinging to him as she was again filled with a powerful thrust. Letting herself go, she clung to him and screamed, feeling the body slam into her, pelvis rubbing her clit and making her explode in sensations that lit flashes of light behind her clenched eyes.
“Oh, harder, deeper!” She cried. “Oh, oh, bigger - please - bigger!” As the computer complied she thought she was going to burst, or be torn apart with every massive stroke, but she was too far gone to care! “Oh, god, ram it into me! Harder! Faster! Harder! HARDER! Oh * my * GOD!” She gave a full throated shriek as her vagina clenched wildly at the invading flesh and atomic bursts exploded in her eyes, turning the darkness to intense light as she felt her orgasm burst, a flow of hot cream that gushed from her, running down her ass as she clung tightly.
It didn’t stop! Unable to even try to form words, loud cries and screams of pleasure her only exclamations, she couldn’t tell the computer to stop, and it dutifully pressed her on and on. She lay beneath the hard body, pounded by the force she’d begged for, her vagina clenching about the invading flesh, sensations colliding to totally consume her, making it impossible to move or stop as she orgasmed again and again. As the thrusting changed slightly, putting different strokes on her fiery clitoris, she climaxed more intensely than ever with a piercing shriek!
She was going out of her mind, the overwhelming orgasms battering her with pleasure! She couldn’t stop it, could not get the computer to stop as she lay helplessly, overwhelmed by one orgasm after another until she thought she could just die of ecstasy! She kept climaxing, her body going wild under the man until she could endure no more, and still it continued, filling her and tearing one orgasm after another out of her helpless body until finally;
“STOP!” She shrieked with every last bit of breath in her. The computer, instant and literal, did just that, at full thrust, her vagina stretched and her clit pressed hard by the invading body! She climaxed again and again as she writhed helplessly under the still body, her hips thrusting up into the ‘invading’ body on their own, forcing herself to rub her sensitive clitoris along the hard body! She couldn’t stop, her hips working on their own upward into the impaling body, rubbing herself as she went out of her mind with passion!
But finally, unpressed by the mad action, she was ultimately satisfied and gradually subsided, her body unable to endure more! She uncoupled her ankles from about his hips, letting her legs fall hard onto the grass with a loud groan. She lay limp, panting breathlessly, the hard penis still stretching her. It took a long time to get enough breath to pant “Com - com - com - pu - ter. Dis - con - tin - ue ... im - age.” When it vanished, and instantly stopped stuffing her vagina, she groaned loudly as her flesh returned to normal.
She lay, warm and satisfied, no - sated, no - exhausted! But it felt too good to move. She slowly drew her legs together with another groan. “Computer, if I ever tell you to do that again, remind me of this!”
“Noted.”
Rating: “R” Nudity, Graphic Sex
Pairing: Ezri Dax and your Favorite
Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything about Star Trek, and no infringement is intended. I just want Ezri!.
Ezri’s Glade
by Phantom 69781
Ezri Dax gave the command to open the holosuite on the third level of Quark’s bar. Obediently, the doors slid open to reveal a sunlit glade. The air was fresh and underscored with the calls of various small birds, there was a small stream babbling through the middle of it, and a copse of trees both ancient and new. There was absolutely no one about, the sun shone warmly from a blue sky accented with occasional small puffs of white clouds, and to the young Starfleet lieutenant it was absolutely perfect.
She entered the room, and as the doors slid closed they vanished completely, the view of the glade unobstructed by any intrusive technology. It was her favorite place, about a kilometer from the summer home she’d known as a child on her native Trill. The water, she knew, would be cool, fresh enough to drink, directly from a mountain spring. There would be an occasional small animal, the names and breeds of which were unknown anywhere but on her home planet, but not a one would bother her. Except, perhaps, for a quistige, a small quasi-feline which might come tickle her foot with its fur, a touch occasionally added by the computer to keep things realistic.
“Computer.” There was a small chirrup from hidden monitors, just to let her know that the controlling ‘intelligence’ of the station was receiving her words and prepared to act on her commands. “Engage privacy mode.” *Chirrup*. “Lock the doors.”
“Doors secure.” The simulated female voice told her.
“Computer, disengage comm. Do not pass any calls other than from commissioned officers or Security. Authorization ‘Dax 42-947Alpha’.”
“Acknowledged.” Ezri smiled, rubbing her face with her hands, feeling the tiredness trying to flow from her body.
For the next 59 minutes, she was blissfully alone.
Sitting down on the grass, she removed first one boot, tossing it negligently aside, then the other. Taking off her socks, she flung them in the general direction of her boots. Standing up, she smiled at the sensation of the grass tickling her bare feet, and took a few experimental steps, feeling the green blades stroke her toes.
Stopping, she lifted her uniform top, pulling the blue and gray material and the blue undergarment off her body, letting it drop to the grass. Reaching back behind her, she unsnapped her bra, and then pulled it off. The warm sun felt good on her bare breasts, and a stray breeze stroked her nipples. She ran the backs of her nails lightly down the path of the spots which trailed on either side of her, marking her most distinctly as a Trill. Starting at either side of her forehead, they traced an unbroken pair of lines down her outer thighs all the way down to her feet. More than once Dr. Julian Bashir had traced that path along the outer sides of her breasts and down the front. Since the skin along there was so sensitive she was frequently consumed with giggles, and had to grab him, pressing his attention to other areas.
About to drop the white bra onto the grass with the same negligence she’d shown her uniform top, she changed her mind. Rolling it up into a ball, she pitched it at the flowing stream. It unwound in midair, falling into the water, and she giggled as she watched the water carry the restricting garment away.
The pragmatic part of her mind knew it would be carried a total of perhaps 10 meters, and when the program was over it would be as dry as ever when she picked it up. But there was a particular pleasure in watching as the computer, preserving the illusionary perspective, carried the garment downstream and out of sight.
Pushing her uniform pants off her hips, she stepped out of the cloth puddle they made around her bare feet. Hooking her thumbs into the sheer panties at her hips, she pushed the lacy white material down, stepping out of them. Straightening, she rolled up the panties into a surprisingly small ball and threw them at the stream. She smiled as the water bore them away in the direction of her ‘long lost’ bra.
Nude now, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it and then letting it slowly go, imagining her tensions flowing out with it. She lay down on the grass, feeling the green blades tickle her back and stroke her legs, spread her arms and legs wide, stretched hugely with a groan, and then let herself relax - collapse, actually - on the ground. Eyes closed, listening to the sound of the birds, the brook, the rustle of the trees in the wind which stroked her bare body, she thought life couldn’t get much better.
A tickling of grass on her saucy bottom and between her spread thighs made her turn over, getting comfortable as she lay face down on the grass, closing her eyes. ‘I’d love to just go to sleep right here,’ she thought contentedly, ‘but I only booked an hour, darn it.’
“Computer,” she called dreamily, “I’d like a back rub.” A moment later she felt a pair of hands stroking her back. They were warm and strong, and when they gently but firmly massaged her shoulders she gave a long, contented sigh.
She lay there, feeling the hands massaging her, stroking her back and shoulders. She didn’t look at the person doing it, actually a computer generated image given substance in photons and force fields. She didn’t care what image had been provided, just how good it was feeling. But as the ‘hands’ continued to stroke her body, she began to feel differently. This was nice, but she was starting to feel in the mood for something else. “Computer; I want more than just a back rub.”
The sensations changed as one hand drifted lower, caressing her rounded buttocks. While one hand continued on her torso, the other stroked lower and gradually lower in response, she spread her shapely legs. When the hand touched her labia, and found her already sensitive clitoris, she gasped, arching her hips. “Yes!” She gasped. “Oh, yes!” The fingers teased her clit, stroking her moistening lips.
She turned over, and the hands did not leave her. She could sense the body kneeling to her left, but did not open her eyes, wanting only the sensations. One hand stroked her right breast, then her left, not touching her nipples, while the other teased the dark bush of pubic hair at her mons. “Oh, more!” She whispered, spreading her legs and arching her hips. The touch was very accommodating, stroking her wet labia, tickling her lips and gently rubbing her clitoris. The other hand stroked her breasts, and she could feel them swelling slightly in response, becoming more sensitive as the hand massaged her mounds of girl flesh.
“Oh, lick them! Suck my nipples!” She implored, arching her back. One hand went to her right breast while a warm mouth came down on her left, kissing and nuzzling her breast. The other hand was stroking her labia, occasionally going a teasing inch into her vagina before pulling back, wet fingers rubbing her clit. As her right breast was gently squeezed and sensuously molded her left nipple was sucked into a warm mouth. “Oh god!” Her breath was coming in ragged gasps.
The hand between her legs continued to stroke and tease her, not entering more than an inch, driving her wild as she lay writhing about on the grass, unable to stop herself. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh, fuck me! Now! Fuck me now!”
She held her eyes closed as she felt the body move, come over her and descend on her flesh, pinning her writhing body to the ground. She clung blindly to the warm hard body and spread her legs wide, digging her heels into the grass to raise her hips, positioning herself to receive -
She cried out as the hard shaft of flesh was thrust deep into her, filling her to her limit, spreading her love tunnel wide. It drew out, and she clung to the body that lay on her, her nails digging into its back, the second thrust drawing an ecstatic scream from her. She wrapped her legs around the thrusting body, crossing her ankles and clinging to him as she was again filled with a powerful thrust. Letting herself go, she clung to him and screamed, feeling the body slam into her, pelvis rubbing her clit and making her explode in sensations that lit flashes of light behind her clenched eyes.
“Oh, harder, deeper!” She cried. “Oh, oh, bigger - please - bigger!” As the computer complied she thought she was going to burst, or be torn apart with every massive stroke, but she was too far gone to care! “Oh, god, ram it into me! Harder! Faster! Harder! HARDER! Oh * my * GOD!” She gave a full throated shriek as her vagina clenched wildly at the invading flesh and atomic bursts exploded in her eyes, turning the darkness to intense light as she felt her orgasm burst, a flow of hot cream that gushed from her, running down her ass as she clung tightly.
It didn’t stop! Unable to even try to form words, loud cries and screams of pleasure her only exclamations, she couldn’t tell the computer to stop, and it dutifully pressed her on and on. She lay beneath the hard body, pounded by the force she’d begged for, her vagina clenching about the invading flesh, sensations colliding to totally consume her, making it impossible to move or stop as she orgasmed again and again. As the thrusting changed slightly, putting different strokes on her fiery clitoris, she climaxed more intensely than ever with a piercing shriek!
She was going out of her mind, the overwhelming orgasms battering her with pleasure! She couldn’t stop it, could not get the computer to stop as she lay helplessly, overwhelmed by one orgasm after another until she thought she could just die of ecstasy! She kept climaxing, her body going wild under the man until she could endure no more, and still it continued, filling her and tearing one orgasm after another out of her helpless body until finally;
“STOP!” She shrieked with every last bit of breath in her. The computer, instant and literal, did just that, at full thrust, her vagina stretched and her clit pressed hard by the invading body! She climaxed again and again as she writhed helplessly under the still body, her hips thrusting up into the ‘invading’ body on their own, forcing herself to rub her sensitive clitoris along the hard body! She couldn’t stop, her hips working on their own upward into the impaling body, rubbing herself as she went out of her mind with passion!
But finally, unpressed by the mad action, she was ultimately satisfied and gradually subsided, her body unable to endure more! She uncoupled her ankles from about his hips, letting her legs fall hard onto the grass with a loud groan. She lay limp, panting breathlessly, the hard penis still stretching her. It took a long time to get enough breath to pant “Com - com - com - pu - ter. Dis - con - tin - ue ... im - age.” When it vanished, and instantly stopped stuffing her vagina, she groaned loudly as her flesh returned to normal.
She lay, warm and satisfied, no - sated, no - exhausted! But it felt too good to move. She slowly drew her legs together with another groan. “Computer, if I ever tell you to do that again, remind me of this!”
“Noted.”