The Coming Doomsday update

“Kon…” T’Pol moaned, the first time she’d said his name, and so loaded with sensual gratitude that Kon felt like he would’ve come even if he’d just been sitting at a bus stop.

It was like all the life he’d felt, sizzling his way to the apex of this fuck, suddenly flash-fried his body and leapt into T’Pol, an explosion of an orgasm that drained him more than any he could remember. It felt like he unloaded a gallon of cum inside her. He barely managed to pull out of her gratefully trembling sex before collapsing onto the armchair next to her, sweat all over him and all of it feeling hot enough to scald.

“Holy shit,” he finally managed to say, and chuckled when he realized he’d repeated himself. “I think I just made you a repeat customer. Hey, maybe I could talk to the boss—see if I could swing a discount your way.” Kon smiled at Seven. “Maybe you could even give it a go, as long as I’m on the clock. Don’t let Blackfire charge you extra; I won’t tell if you won’t. Just give me five minutes or so, maybe put on some music, pop some bottles…”

Suddenly, Kon realized that T’Pol kneeling before him, her head down in his lap. She had his cock in hand and was laving its head with her tongue while her fingers jerked at the base; her other hand was down between her legs, playing with herself. The slippery sound reminded him of when Seven had fingered her and Kon spared the blonde a last glance—seeing that she was at least fixedly observing the proceedings—before he looked down at T’Pol to see himself responding to her, growing hard against her mouth and hand.

As though hypnotized, he watched T’Pol compel his hardness, then get on top of him, sitting down on his lap until she was impaled on him. Then she rode, bucking up and down like an equestrian on a galloping stallion.

Within moments T’Pol had brought herself to an orgasm. She kept going until she had another, a low and guttural sound pouring out of her as she enjoyed herself. They toppled down into the seat of the armchair and T’Pol continued her ride. She ejaculated with her next climax, the wetness slicking over Kon’s belly, his thighs, and the cushion he was resting on.

It was too much to resist. Kon came for her, almost as hard as he had the last time, needing to grab her narrow waist to hold onto her—some primal part of his brain wanting to be sure all this seed found its way to her womb while he fired volley after volley into her.

That had to be it, Kon thought. He was panting as hard as T’Pol was and he pulled himself out of the chair to roll onto the floor, sprawling out comfortably, wanting nothing more to sleep now that he was out of the awkward position T’Pol had fucked him in.

But T’Pol stood over him, towering over his prone body like the statue of some glorious goddess, every inch of her impossibly gorgeous and impossibly alive. She was like a painting or a sculpture of some unattainable ideal, somehow come to life and imbued with a similarly epic libido. Her cherry nipples looked painfully erect, straining for any stimulation they could reach, and despite himself, a small part of Kon at least wanted to give them a weak fondle while the two cuddled…

T'Pol grabbed his faltering erection and pulled him to his feet. Thankfully, Seven was there to help him up before T’Pol had his manhood permanently in her possession. Kon thought Seven’s coolly metalled fingers lingered for a moment on his flesh before they came away, if they came away at all. It was T’Pol who yanked him forward, leading him to the bed with his prick for a leash.

T'Pol lowered herself to the sheets, spreading her legs, showing him an expectedly neat and shaven pubic thatch turned unruly with the overfull wetness that had spilled from her slit and marked it.

“Goddamn,” Kon groaned. “I can’t believe how much I spent cranking the monkey while you were out in space somewhere. I should’ve been building a rocketship…”

“Shut up, you primordial ooze!” T’Pol shouted, her nonsensical words a sharp contrast from the measured tones he’d once heard. “You’re not done fucking me yet!”

Kon tried to forget his weariness and focused on the jaw-dropping beauty of T’Pol. There was just no getting past how delicious she was; no matter how many times he came, she had him hard again seconds afterward, urging him on to take her in some new way.

Under him, over him, even on all fours while he took her from behind like T’Pol was the exact kind of primitive she’d disparaged him as. She even hung off the bed, supporting herself with hands against the floorboards, as he held her hips in his lap and racked her back and forth on his cock.

It was a good position, but he couldn’t very well reach her ears while he was kneeling on the mattress and she was upside-down on the floor. Seven wordlessly knelt down beside T’Pol and ran her hands through the Vulcan’s hair, thumbs and forefingers kneaded the points of her ears.

Through it all she kept coming and coming and coming. Her orgasmic howl was a long and continuous thing—her honey a ceaseless flow around his manhood.

Before now, ‘insatiable’ had only been a fantasy to Kon. T’Pol showed him what the reality would be like. After what felt like endless hours of rutting and orgasm, orgasm and rutting, he begged for a pause, just to catch his breath—he knew he had to be on the verge of collapse.

She left him lying spent to lay across from her, back to the headboard, her fingers trying to satisfy herself and encountering no more success than Kon had. He heard the wetness of her work, the slopping passage of her fingers, and smelled the pungent scent of her that replaced the meadowy smell of the sheets as she soaked them with all her lust—a lust she couldn’t satisfy without him.

The sight was almost as erotic as being inside of T’Pol. She growled, grinded her teeth, bit her lip. Clearly touching herself was not even the stopgap solution that Kon had been.

Then Seven’s hands ran over T’Pol’s body, not stopping until they cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples. “This is an inefficient solution to your medical issue. I will provide the necessary treatment until Kon is once more available.” A small smile came to her full lips. “You will climax, Subcommander T’Pol. I have calculated optimal stimulation with which to achieve the desired outcome most effectively. Resistance is futile.”

She groped T’Pol’s naked breasts, hard, torturing the excited stiffness of her breasts with the cold metal of her Borg implants. T’Pol’s mouth hung open as she panted. She had been on fire with passion before, but Seven succeeded in arousing her even further, reducing her to nothing more than a warm body waiting to be acted on. She knew Seven would satisfy her, if only she could wait a few more hateful seconds to be hers…

Seven unzipped her catsuit, slowly peeling it away from her toned body. T’Pol stared feverishly at her firm breasts, the tart little nipples, then the panties that showed as Seven further undressed. Seven removed them next, showing T’Pol the golden garden of her pubic hair.

Kneeling before T’Pol, Seven slowly pulled her panties down her long legs, revealing her full nudity in degrees until she was bared totally, rising to her full impressive height, a tawny vision of human perfection only accentuated by the jewel-like Borg implants adorning her body.

Kon tried to keep watching, but sleep’s blankness offered too much peace compared to his overloaded mind. He kept his eyes open as long as he could, trying to retain the image of their sapphic embrace as the two women moved together and he passed into unconsciousness that a moment ago he would’ve begged for.