Bedside Manners

”I’m bringing your plomeek soup, Mr. Spock.”
Deep in meditation, Spock at first recognized neither the woman’s voice nor his own request for soup. Then he remembered, and reminded himself to act courteously and not throw nurse Chapel out of his quarters and the bowl of soup after her this time. Asking her to make him some new soup had been meant as a gesture of reconciliation, and he would honour that intention no matter how much strength of will it would require in his present condition.
He stood up from his bed and called out: “Please come in, Miss Chapel.”
She balanced the tray through the sliding doors, her eyes anxiously scanning the room for signs to predict his mood but her mouth smiling. When she saw him standing by his bedside, outwardly calm, her smile gratefully widened. Even under normal circumstances, her attentions unnerved him, as far as he let himself be unnerved. He wished the woman would learn to control her emotions and not flaunt them in front of a desperate Vulcan. In his presence, her body was constantly leaking telltale sobs and sighs, signs perhaps to small for some brutish humans to notice but glaringly obvious to him. Everything about her seemed soft and yielding, from her big, curly, light blond hair to her loving nature. No, not quite everything: her voice was deep on the verge of raspy and in her profession she acted with competent efficiency. Still, the woman was unpleasantly… indistinct.
He nodded to his desk for her to put the soup down. He did not wish for her to get too close – the mere presence of a woman in his quarters was overwhelming to his senses. And beneath all his conscious thoughts of reconciliation, he realised that he’d asked her to bring the soup partly to have her return. He’d sent her away with his request instead of ravishing her then, but the inflamed part of him had wished her to come back at a moment when his defences were down.
As she bent over to put the tray down, he could catch a glimpse of her blue uniform underpants beneath the short tunic, and the sight made him catch his breath. Enterprise is now on course for Vulcan, he sternly reminded himself. That was the piece of news nurse Chapel had brought him during her last visit, the information that had made him come to his senses and send her away. But the relief had been momentary. Not for days yet… days! the fever in his blood whispered to him. And it was right. During the few days it would take for Enterprise to reach Vulcan, the pressure on his nerves and on his entire organism would reach intolerable levels.
Nurse Chapel could not replace his chosen mate. There had to be a mental bond which was lacking between them. She could, however, alleviate the fever raging in his blood enough to get him to Vulcan alive and, hopefully, sane. To Vulcan, where T’Pring, his chosen one, awaited him… He had kept her waiting. Any normal Vulcan male would have experienced his first pon farr and returned for the wedding ceremony years ago. Spock had been spared one, two, three times. He’d blessed it as the one good thing about his human heritage. Until, finally, nature caught up with him and he, as a grown man and respected Starfleet officer, was caught in the humiliating throes of his first pon farr.
Hoping that he’d be able to control his biological urges through meditation, he’d waited far too long to ask Kirk for shore leave on Vulcan. He’d been able to conceal his state for quite some time before the built-up nervous tension made him so irritable that Kirk confronted him. The physical examination Kirk had forced him to had only confirmed what Spock already knew: he’d die unless he surrendered to his nature and returned to Vulcan. It was late now, very, very late.
Nurse Chapel lingered in his quarters, waiting to be dismissed. She had that hopelessly hopeful, teary-eyed smile on her face. Despite his annoyance at her blatant emotionalism, the effects of the plak tow made her mere status as a willing woman strangely appealing to him. She could give him release… Not only could, she would willingly do it. Of course, her unfortunate and unreturned affection for him only made matters worse. If he took advantage of it now, it might give her inconvenient ideas about their future relation. Unless of course the animal brutality he’d undoubtedly demonstrate during intercourse would cure her once and for all of her misguided infatuation. She had once asked him whether Vulcan men treated their women badly, and swore she refused to believe it… Well! He could convince her right now that what she’d heard was true. But he was not willing to share the darker aspects of Vulcan psychology with her, and as little as he cared for the woman, he did not wish to hurt her. Clasping his shaking hands behind his back, he mustered up all the self-discipline he was capable of to dismiss her before it was too late.
“Thank you… Christine.” he said, using her first name as a courtesy to the sentimental woman.
She nodded, speechless, and was just about to leave when his urges finally took control of him and made him stop her with another remark: “I am afraid I am too far gone for soup. However, there is something you could do to for me...”
“Yes?” she spun around to face him, eager to heed his next command, “I’d do anything to ease your suffering, you know that, Mr. Spock.”
“Anything?” he repeated ominously.
“Anything!” she confirmed.
“Undress.” he commanded her.
The animal side of him wanted to cut the conversation and forcibly persuade her, yet his rational side still managed to keep the persuasion verbal, to give her a chance to grasp what was happening and, perhaps, flee. But she chose not to flee, she chose instead to step out of her blue Starfleet uniform shorts. Next, she proceeded to unbutton the matching tunic.
She stood in front of him in her underwear, seemingly unsurprised by his request. No wonder; she was perceptive enough to pick up all clues about his condition she could get from Doctor McCoy and intelligent enough to add them together. Besides, there had been his last awkward, aborted attempt at seduction.
He clenched his fists, but though he managed to stop his hands from trembling he only transplanted the shivers to his entire body. Nurse Chapel wore the black pantyhose that were Starfleet regulation for female crew members on top of white panties, and a white bra that moulded her malleable breasts into the shape of cones. Although her body was slim, it did not seem firm and muscular like most Vulcan females’, but soft and pliable. Her skin was the easily flushed shade of white Vulcans tended to find somewhat unsavoury, but Spock was far beyond petty questions of taste now. She was an available female, and that was quite enough for him.
Unable to control his motions, he stepped forward to grab her soft, white arm and throw her on the bed. When he released her, his fingers left red impressions on her skin although he didn’t think he’d held her that hard. In his current state, the yielding nature of nurse Chapel’s body and soul that he normally disapproved of out of principle, aroused him. Though it annoyed him, he had to admit that being allured by compliance was, in fact, quite logical.
His last attempt at logical thinking was swept away and he found himself tugging at nurse Chapel’s panties and pantyhose. They would only go as far as to her knees because of the black leather uniform boots she still wore, and he furiously tore the two undergarments to shreds and spread her legs wide open. Somewhere at the back of his mind, his scientific interest noted that humans sported a growth of hair on their pelvic mound. Although rougher and not as blond as the hair on her head, nurse Chapel’s was fair. Her vulva exuded a musky odour that told him she was ready for him. Not that he, at this point, could or would stop himself if she was not.
He unzipped his uniform trousers and released his organ of generation. It had been unsheathed for days now and the friction against his underwear had been a constant irritant, not only because it stimulated him but also because it hurt. Vulcan members were not meant to be out in the open, unprotected against chafing. Their skin – perhaps mucous membrane was a more correct term for it – was immensely sensitive. The air felt unpleasantly cold against his delicate organ and since it refused to retract into it’s proper skin fold he couldn’t wait to bury it in another moist, warm, protective orifice.
Nurse Chapel’s eyes widened with shock as she saw his green, curved member gleaming with natural moisture. Had Spock been a little less busied by his own desperate need and a little more attentive to her reactions, he’d have noticed the gleam of thrill in her eyes beneath the initial shock. As it was, his animal side just growled in response: Let her stare, let her scream, just don’t let her run… she asked for it!
He placed himself between her spread thighs and aimed his member at the place where there seemed to be an opening among the hair. Pushing at the spot made nurse Chapel gasp with pleasure, but there was no aperture there. Unacquainted with the details of human genital anatomy, he continued his search downwards along the wet folds. Ah, there it was, the vaginal orifice. The narrow tip of his member easily plunged inside it. Wonderful wetness enclosing his sensitive penile membranes! He felt such relief he just lay there, getting accustomed to the new sensation.
The walls of the human vagina were so pliable he could not make out its exact shape or size. Only around the base of his penis, where it was at its very thickest, he could feel a certain elastic resistance. He had never had intercourse with a Vulcan woman, but he imagined their vaginas to be tighter and drier, shaped to firmly enclose the conical Vulcan penis like a sheath. And, of course, several degrees warmer than a human. Relieved enough to feel amused, Spock came to think of the Earth legends of human intercourse with mermaids he had encountered in the ship’s databanks. This must be what they imagined it’d feel like, he thought to himself, moist and cool, like a shellfish, and, pardon the expression, somewhat flabby.
Impatient with his inertness, nurse Chapel began to gyrate her hips beneath him, and the stimulation aroused him and made him start to move too. Her vaginal secretions were abundant, overabundant in addition to his own. They made him slip and slide uncontrollably, at times hardly knowing whether he was inside her at all or just fumbling around the wet, swollen folds of her vulva. She seemed to appreciate it all the same, writhing and moaning beneath him, and helping him out by locking her legs around his waist.
“Oh, Mr. Spock!” she gasped, her false eyelashes fluttering as she threw her head back.
At the far back of Spock’s mind, part of him objected to being called by name and reminded of the delicate, deeply personal nature of the situation. He was, however, too engulfed by sensual pleasure to let that part surface. Nurse Chapel released his waist and pushed his chest from her with the palms of her hands. She managed to fit her legs into the space between their torsos, placing her boot-clad feet on his shoulders. Forced to a more upright position, Spock pressed his pelvis against hers in order not to slip out of her entirely.
“That’s it, that’s it…” she moaned as he pushed hard inside her.
He grabbed hold of her boots and leaned against her legs as he got the grip of fucking like a human.
“Harder!” nurse Chapel begged, “Take me… harder!”
He willingly obeyed, thrusting furiously into her soft wetness. As her moans grew louder and more piercing, his own pleasurable sensations were intensified too. Finally she was almost yelping, her fingers grabbing his uniform shirt and clawing into his flesh through the fabric. With a piercing shriek, she arched her back violently, burying her face in the pillow and smearing make up all over it. To his pleasant surprise, the muscles of her vagina contracted around his penis, squeezing it almost to the point of orgasm. He stopped thrusting and closed his eyes to savour the sensation. When the contractions ceased, he began to move again to finish it off, rolling his hips from side to side instead of pulling in and out.
Her legs, that had tensed during the moment of climax, now relaxed in every muscle and limply fell from his shoulders. She whimpered softly in the afterglow of her orgasm, and didn’t seem to mind that he was still moving deep inside of her. He pushed his hands under her and grabbed her buttocks to keep their sexes tightly sealed as he rotated his pelvis. Her vagina still offered some resistance after the contractions, and he made the most of it by keeping his member as far inside as it would go, pushing it to the sides.
Nurse Chapel slowly awoke from her semi-conscious state of bliss, blinking at the light.
“You enjoyed it when I did this, isn’t that right?” she purred in her raspy voice.
Apparently, she was capable of consciously controlling her vaginal contractions, because she just squeezed Spock’s penis really hard. He gasped.
“Yes… please.” he groaned.
She rhythmically squeezed the muscles of her vagina until Spock was seeing stars. No, he really did see stars when he closed his eyes. The Andromeda galaxy, to be precise. He was just about to instinctively calculate his exact position in space when all the stars began to nova and then supernova in front of his eyes. He drew a deep, ragged breath of gratitude as he experienced his first orgasm.
Afterwards, he collapsed on top of nurse Chapel. In his weakened state and after such a prolonged period of sexual excitement, ejaculation was utterly exhausting. Perhaps it always was, he had no way of knowing yet. He remained motionless while his penis retracted from nurse Chapel’s vagina and back into his own body. It was bliss to have it safely tucked inside, not bothering him anymore.
Finally, a small voice next to his ear pulled him out of his lethargic state: “Please, Mr. Spock, I can’t breathe…”
Embarrassed at his self-absorbed clumsiness, he summoned the strength to get off nurse Chapel and rise to his knees. The nurse’s pale blue eyes became round as marbles when she watched the vertical slit where his member had retracted into his body. Then she did something strange: she crawled towards him and stuck out her tongue to lick the slit. The sensation sent shivers down Spock’s spine. He hadn’t considered the possibility of stimulating the penile fold to bring on an “artificial” erection – after all, what would be the use of wilfully producing such distractions? – but it did indeed work. The skilful movements of nurse Chapel’s tongue along his sensitive slit soon made the tip of his penis poke out again.
Pleased with her accomplishment, nurse Chapel said somewhat embarrassedly: “I was… confused in college.”
Spock failed to grasp the meaning of the statement.
“Please explain how your confusion in college relates to the situation at hand?” he demanded.
She blushed: “I merely meant to say that I – experimented with other girls. That’s how I learned to lick.”
Spock did not fully comprehend how experiments carried out by college girls could contribute to the knowledge of how to pleasure Vulcan males, but he decided to let the matter rest as nurse Chapel returned her attentions to his crotch. She gently sucked the tip of his member, teasing it out to its full length.
“You are big, Mr. Spock.” she said, mission accomplished, “You don’t feel that way when you’re inside me because of your shape, but you are.”
Spock realised she was only referring to part of him, and briefly pondered what the conflation of man and member said about Earth culture. He didn’t know whether he was expected to thank her for the compliment, so he remained silent. She sat back and expertly undid the hooks on her bra behind her back, then slowly revealed her breasts to him. It was obvious from her behaviour this was considered very alluring to human males. He looked at her breasts. They were very white, even whiter than the rest of her skin, with large, rosy nipples. When not forced into a conical shape by the bra, they hung further down and attained a plump roundness. It was interesting to note that human females did not naturally have firm, cone-shaped breasts, that’s all there was to him. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts and he squeezed them a bit out of politeness. They felt very soft; apparently they consisted primarily of fat tissue.
Nurse Chapel musingly bit her lip, then turned around and presented him with a good view of her behind. He noticed that her elaborate hairdo was hopelessly flattened and tangled in the back from her tossing her head on the pillow. She bent over and stood on her hands and knees.
“Please take me again, Mr. Spock.” she whispered seductively.
Her vulva was pink and swollen, with his sticky semen in the process of running out of it and down the inside of her thighs. The sight made the fever rise instantaneously within him and he mounted her with a suppressed growl. From this angle, her orifice seemed somewhat tighter, making precision easier and friction more intense.
“Oh yes,” she panted, “Now I’m really feeling you…”
He was really feeling her too, pushing up against her bottom and not pulling back much, just circling his hips. The motion made her breasts undulate in a manner he’d find fascinating if he’d had more of his wits about him.
“Your hand…” she begged.
Obligingly, he reached out his hand for her to do what she pleased with. She took it and guided it to the top of her vulva. There was a protruding tip there she obviously wished him to massage. Supported by only one arm, she sunk down and let her shoulders rest on the bed. Even when she withdrew the hand she’d used to guide Spock’s, she remained in the slumped over, bottom up position. The slightly altered angle of penetration was… interesting.
With the added manual stimulation, nurse Chapel was approaching orgasm fast. She began to buck her hips and push back against him in a most pleasurable manner. At the same time, he could use his hand on her pelvic bone to hold her reasonably steady and make sure he didn’t slip out.
“Oh!” she gasped, “Oh, oh, oh.”
The walls of her vagina squeezed him again, and he went still.
“Please don’t stop.” she whispered.
He began to move again and soon brought her to another orgasm, and another one. The frequent muscle contractions brought him closer and closer to his climax as well. When she climaxed the fifth time, he was right there with her, feeling the surge of ejaculation rush through his body and end at the tip of his penis buried deep inside of her. It was not as intense or exhausting as the first time, but it still felt wonderful. He allowed himself a moment’s rest, slumped across nurse Chapel’s back.
Enough. He’d only wanted release once and she had already seduced him twice. That would be quite enough to relieve him of the worst effects of the plak tow during the last few days he had to endure before getting to Vulcan.
“That will be all, miss Chapel.” he said formally as he stood and zipped up his uniform trousers, “You may leave.”