Oreo's Private Room *Invite only*

[oreocookie]

She shudders with exctasy as he sends her over the edge. Shivers run up and down her spine as she orgasms, with him cumming inside of her, growing, pounding. The sensations are too much. Her mouth opens in a silent scream and every muscle in her body tightens, her cunt tightening around his enlarged appendage, as well.

 

[amchentai]

The Dark side fights to win, making me shoot even more cum into you, my cock tries to piece your womb and very core. Everything the dark side tells me is to keep fucking you, but I can't last and can feel the power start to fade but will fight to the very end.

so.. So.. so.. Tigh... Tight.....

 

[oreocookie]

As her body slowly calms down, she continues to shake slowly, pure pleasure pulsing through her.

That's right. Almost gone.

She pants, still gripping tight to the sheets.

 

[amchentai]

[/i]Finally done I roll over onto the bed next to Oreo.[/i]

I think the dark side is gone for now...
But we can never truly get rid of the Dark side can we?

 

[oreocookie]

She cuddles up to him, still purring and panting.

I don't think so, young padowan.

 

[amchentai]

I place my hand on your breast and give it a soft squeeze

But I'll have you to help me if it returns

 

[oreocookie]

It's a deal, young padowan.

 

[oreocookie]

She rushes into the room, planning to seduce him, and heads straight for her closet. She quickly changes into a corset and thong and then sits on the bed in the same fashion.

Come in!

She calls.

 

[Bluemage]

With the tingling sound effect he is beamed into the room, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes looking over the room, one eyebrow quirking slightly. His Vulcan ears stand proudly about his black hair, his starfleet uniform making him look quite dashing.

Fascinating.

 

[oreocookie]

She can't help but giggle as she moves her legs around to get off of the bed and walk towards him, her hips swaying seductively, her eyes full of lust and naughty thoughts.

Nice of you to beam in.

 

[Bluemage]

His eyebrow remains quirked as he looks at her and remains mostly stationary.

Ah, yes. I suppose you would be expecting me.

 

[oreocookie]

She looks at him, sizing him up, thinking back.

I can't say I know much about life up there... but... I assume... sexual relations are forbidden, no?

She walks to him, standing not too far away, and grins, her breasts moving with each breath.

 

[Bluemage]

His hands remained behind his back, his eyes following her.

That is not true. Vulcans simply view sexual actions as unnecessary emotional responses.

He tilts his head slightly.

This is part of the reason I am here, to exchange information and share in culture.

 

[oreocookie]

Well, aren't sexual relations necessary for reproduction? You can't continue your race without some mindless, numbing fucking, can you?

She makes her way to her closet again, thinking of a different approach. She strips, her back to him, undoing the corset and hanging it up before slipping off the underwear. She moves across her closet, her back remaining to him, and grabs an oversized tee shirt, one she kept from a previous encounter, and slips it on. It hangs just low enough to cover everthing. She turns to face him again, one side slipping down her arm as she awaits his response.

 

[Bluemage]

He took a deep breath and looked to the side.

You're speaking of Pon Farr...we don't talk about that.

 

[oreocookie]

She looks at him, trying to avoid smiling. She'd hit on something. Now she had to be careful.

But I thought you were here to teach me about your culture and learn about mine?

 

[Bluemage]

He straightened up again and closed his eyes taking a deep breath.

That I am, and while Vulcans also mate outside of Pon Farr, it is hardly a part of our culture to give in to such baser natures.

 

[oreocookie]

Would you... She trails off, looking like she has something to ask, but worries about whether she should. Oh... No... That'd be asking too much... It's just...

She looks at him, conflict upon her face.

 

[Bluemage]

He took a long breath.

You humans are always so conflicted, even with yourselves. You can't even tell me what you want to say.

 

[oreocookie]

I just thought... maybe you could... show me... since you said you can't talk about it...

She reaches across her chest, her arm going under her breasts to grab her other arm and rub it softly, shyly.

 

[Bluemage]

He remained stationary.

I am quite sure that you would see such a display as vulgar an unbefitting of a Vulcan. I also fail to see how it would be an important part of our cultural exchange.

 

[oreocookie]

Well, I already know a lot about your race. It's the sexual aspect I know nothing about. That's the aspect I could learn from.

She chews on her bottom lip and stands, sighing.

But if there's really nothing you think you can teach me, then I guess there's not much for me to learn.

 

[Bluemage]

He narrowed his eyes slightly as she gave up on her line of questioning. He truly had nothing else to offer her in a cultural exchange?

Which part of the mechanics of mating don't you understand?

 

[oreocookie]

Well... none of it. You Vulcans are so secretive about it... like it's something to be ashamed of.

She sat down on the bed, crossing her legs, making sure to give him a glimpse of her shaved crotch as she did. She put her hands out behind her, holding her weight, her breasts being put on display.

 

[Bluemage]

He slowly stepped forward, letting his arms hang at his sides as he looked down at the ground, taking a space that was perhaps three steps away from her but still directly in front of her.

That is because we have worked for centuries to rid ourselves of emotion and lesser thinking.

He slowly looked up and held his hand up slowly.

If I were to meld minds with you, I could show you what you want to know.