The Coming Doomsday update

T’Pol lay back on the mattress, her thighs parting in desperate invitation. Her expression curdled. Much as she tried to face Seven with a neutral expression, she could not help but show how eager she was for Seven to tend to her.

Without seeming in any particular rush, Seven was nonetheless quick to have her head between T’Pol’s legs, her lips on T’Pol’s vulva. Licking through the sparse foliage of her thatch, Seven's tongue found its way into the abundant deliciousness that was T’Pol’s cunt. As she treated herself to taste after taste of it, Seven's hands went up to T’Pol’s breasts, high and firm. Quivering even before they were cradled in her pleasuring hands.

T’Pol’s whole body trembled with Seven pinching her swollen nipples. Seven was relentless. There was no pause in her tonguing T’Pol’s sex and playing with her nipples. With what little thought T’Pol had remaining to her, she thanked logic that Seven knew so much about this. 

Seven's lips crushed together with T’Pol’s wet labia, her tongue quick to return to the Vulcan's core for more of her succulent taste. Her teeth sharply flashed against T’Pol’s stiff clit.

Her flashing tongue was almost enough to satisfy T’Pol’s passion starved body. Hoarse and delighted sounds flew from T’Pol’s throat—her ass ground against the more than tangled sheets of the bed. She was far from satiated, but at least she was once more being tended to. I'm comparison to her deprivation, this was pure ecstatic delirium. All of her writhed and sweated, riding her surging pleasure while Seven's tongue continued in its determination to plunder every delicious note of her taste.

T’Pol looked down, further titillated by the sight of Seven's bright blonde hair marking her pubis like the x over buried treasure. The treasure was what T’Pol felt with the juices being drunk straight from her womanhood.

T’Pol dug her fingernails into Seven's brisk mane. The thoughtless contact gave her a telepathic shock of Seven's mind. She not only felt the summit of sensual joy that she was at, but how much Seven was delighting in shoving her tongue so deep inside her. Bolts of unimaginable delight flew through all her overheated body. She came in one huge, screaming spasm, spilling her nectar directly into Seven's sucking mouth and also tasting how sweet it was in the Borg's mouth.

Her eruption had barely begun to wind down when Seven withdrew her kiss from T’Pol’s groin and took it up to T’Pol’s mouth. They melted together, breasts burning each other, lips even hotter as they kissed. They all but wrestled, both trying to force their tongues into each other's mouths. T’Pol’s hands demanded the feel of Seven's full, warm buttocks, filling her palms with all their creamy softness.

Dropping her chin into Seven's cleavage, T’Pol turned her head from side to side, showering kisses on the upper reaches of Seven's bust. As much as she enjoyed mouthing so much delightful satin, she could not resist Seven's large nipples. She sucked them into her mouth. Seven could only whimper and whine with T’Pol’s teeth daggering into her already sensitive rosebuds.

At the same time, Seven's hands slid down the supple flow of T’Pol’s bare back, delighting in all the smooth skin and toned muscle there was to feel. Paradoxically, Seven found it freeing not to focus on her own pleasure. All she cared about was satisfying T’Pol in every way she could.

***

Kon came awake to the feeling of wet suction on his hardening member. His bleary eyes opened and he saw T’Pol’s head, once more rocking up and down, describing spiraling suction from the tip of his cock to the base.

Feeling life return to his tired body, T’Pol broke the connection and looked up at him, a length of saliva still holding onto his cockhead and her lips.

“That’s good, yes, wake up, Kon. I don’t just want you inside me. I want you fucking me!”

Feeling like some shambling zombie, Kon did as he was ordered, mounting T’Pol and thrusting into her. He couldn’t believe she was still so wet. All of her naked flesh was ruddy, coated in sweat and other wetness. Once she was full of him, T’Pol went as wild as she had ever been: clawing at him, biting him, pulling his hair. In a daze, Kon made thrust after thrust, knowing it was the only way to soothe T’Pol’s fury.

He gave her all he had left, but it was never enough—T’Pol always needed more. She was ecstatic when he came inside her, but immediately afterward she was sucking him and fondling him, working him back to hardness. Kon came so much he didn’t know how more could be coming out; his balls had never felt so empty, but T’Pol always managed to get him hard again. Her luscious body, her sexual skill, it was undeniable. And he thought he’d finally gotten through to her, impressed her somewhat, because there were no more insults. She cried his name, chanted her enjoyment, moaned and sighed with every orgasm he gave her like she’d discovered the secret to true happiness. Her desire to be fucked was all-consuming. She needed him like he was her only joy in life.

Vaguely, Kon wondered what had happened to Seven. T’Pol might be giving him all the sex he could ever ask her… but it’d be a little bit hotter if Seven was watching.

***

Seven woke up to a pinging tempo in her ear. Her implants, informing her persistently that it was time to get back to her alcove and recharge. She was naked. In places where her bodysuit could not be easily removed, it’d been ripped off, leaving scraps of fabric hanging from the implants they were attached to. She was sticky all over with far more than simple dried sweat and she ached horribly all over, but most especially on the inside, where she’d been made to come far more than her limit.

She recalled losing consciousness with T’Pol’s fist inside her, knocked out by an orgasm that was too much for her flagging consciousness. It was not clear to her if T’Pol had kept fucking her after that, but she didn’t recall allowing T’Pol to have congress with her breasts, so the pungent layer of feminine ejaculate still wet on her cleavage told her she’d been used as a sex toy after she could no longer serve as a lover.

Groaning weakly, Seven picked herself up. She accessed her HUD and was reproached to see that she’d been on low-power mode for a while—it was only recently that she’d had even enough presence of mind to respond to her implants’ cry for maintenance.

She could not spare time to find new garments. She’d barely make it back to her own ship as is. She would have to drag herself there as she was currently dressed, or undressed.

Unpleasant a prospect as that was, Seven was forced to consider T’Pol as well. She looked around for her, for Kon… they were not hard to find.

***

Kon passed out again. He was woken up by another blowjob. He realized dimly that the engines were firing, rumbling the ship, something that never happened during night-cycle. It was morning. They’d fucked all but all night. And T’Pol still wanted more.

He reached down to cup one of her breasts, the plumpness of it filling his palm, and he felt her heart hammering like he was holding a running V8 engine in his hand.

Not that T’Pol showed any sign of not being able to continue. With Kon both awake and rock-hard, T’Pol turned away from him and presented her ass. Kon came to his knees behind her, taking her hips in his hands and ready to plunge inside her—hoping this would be the one that finished her off.

“Not there!” T’Pol cried. “Put it in my ass!”

“Yeah, okay,” Kon mumbled, shaking his head like he was trying to get his bearings in a dream. “I’m sure there’s some lube around here somewhere…”

T’Pol banged her fist on the mattress. The much-abused bedsprings groaned. “Idiot! I already gave you lubrication! And Seven licked my ass more than enough for you to get inside me!”

Kon took her at her word. He parted those creamy white hills with his hands, then took a moment to admire T’Pol, facedown on the bed, biting the edge of the mattress in anticipation of being ass-fucked. When she spoke, it was muffled: “Now, Kon!”

He entered her. Oh God, he took her ass. And all she could do was tug on the mattress pad with her teeth while he sodomized her. That and reach down between her legs and finger herself, so long as her pussy was going unused (because he was in that perfect Vulcan ass).

T’Pol mewled and screamed and bashed her head into the squealing bedsprings, finally launching into a litany of pleased excitement. “FUCK! FUCK! I WANT IT! NEED IT! COME IN MY ASS! COME UNTIL IT’S POURING OUT MY MOUTH!”