COR TOS (MU) "Prizes and Incentives" [NC-17] S/Sa/Saa, K/S implied
Farfalla
Title: Prizes and Incentives
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
Email: blueberrysnail (at) yahoo dot com
Website: http://cosmicduckling.com
Series: Star Trek Original Series-Mirror Universe
Pairing: MU S/Sa/Saa, K/S implied
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Saavant & Hypatia, the usual suspects :P
Summary: To convince his father that his embarassing
relationship with Captain Kirk has been discontinued,
Spock must present Saavik as his concubine.
Note: This is a sequel to Manipulation:
http://cosmicduckling.com/manipulation.html
~Prizes and Incentives~
A Mirror Universe PWP
A stunning red sunset spilled across the clear Vulcan
sky. It cast a bronze-colored gleam over the hovercar
that was delivering Imperial Commander Spock and his
young concubine to the house of his father, Governor
Sarek. The man driving the cab snuck glances at her as
often as safety would permit; she was a very beautiful
but somehow at the same time mannish female, slightly
alien about the eyebrows--and so young! He supposed it
was one of the perks one could choose from as
right-hand man to a captain in the Imperial Fleet. For
a moment, he briefly wondered what the captain's
mistress herself must look like--if he had not
demanded that Commander Spock hand over his prize, his
own must be even more desirable.
Saavik sat in silence beside the Commander, her eyes
cast down respectfully at her hands in her lap. Spock
did not speak to her; instead, he gazed out the window
at the ancient city. In a few minutes he would greet
his father, one of the most powerful men on the
planet. Disagreement with that power had driven him
from his homeworld, but his own position now
strengthened his confidence enough to return on
occasion. And bringing Saavik along made it easier,
smoothed the deal--Sarek had taken quite a liking to
her on their first meeting, right after Spock had
first retrieved her from the streets.
That liking had obviously burned itself into Sarek's
memory, for he had asked about the young girl
frequently in his subspace communications with the
Enterprise. For the sake of the honor he was obviously
very glad Spock had earned, he was careful not to
sound too personally interested in another sexual
encounter with the female, but his eyes betrayed his
eagerness. Spock was a half-Vulcan, raised on Vulcan,
and he knew how to see through even the most stoic of
Vulcan masks.
Sarek wanted her. With an almost human obsession.
The hovercar stopped in front of the Governor's
Mansion and the door slid open. Spock paid the driver
and then helped Saavik out of her perch and onto the
sand. Together they walked down the white marble path
to Sarek's door.
"Are you ready, Saavikam?"
Saavik, wise in her training, waited until they were
obscured by oasis foliage to tilt her head and look
him square in the face. "Ready, and longing." A small
lock of her brown hair whipped around in the desert
wind like a flagellum, and she wiped it nervously
behind her ear.
"I promised I that would bring you here when you had
acquired satisfactory comprehension of organic
molecules and reactions," Spock reminded her proudly.
"And have I, Commander?" Saavik asked, beaming already
with the confidence her studying had earned.
"What is ribulose 1,5-bisphosphate?" As if he had the
ability to turn back now, with Sarek expecting them.
Not that it mattered; the testing computer had scored
her with a perfect for a reason.
"It is a five-carbon sugar used as the renewable
foundation on which atmospheric carbon is fixed in
photosynthesis," Saavik promptly responded. "There are
phosphate atoms attached to the carbons in the one and
five positions."
Spock nodded. "It is good that your studies did not
delay us any further. My father would have grown
impatient, and I would not have been able to explain
our bargain to him," he said with dry humor.
"Does he still believe me to be fifteen years old?"
Saavik was twenty, but her baby face and waiflike body
made her look years younger. The desires she had
aroused in Sarek were slightly pedophilic.
"Yes."
"And that I am your bedservant."
"Yes. Do not forget this." For a moment a deep look
pierced Spock's eyes. He was thinking of Kirk, Saavik
knew--the man whose security was protected thanks to
that little misconception.
Sarek was powerful, and power depended to some measure
on respect. Respect declined if a man's son was spoken
of as a catamite, and since Captain Kirk outranked
Spock, it seemed natural to put that name upon Sarek's
son. Rather than protest with the truth--Spock's
dominance in the relationship--and chance not being
believed, Sarek preferred that Spock spare him the
situation entirely by ceasing relations with Kirk. He
was quite adamant about this, a state of mind
exacerbated by his extreme distaste for Spock's
actions, and Spock knew he could be dangerous. He was
quite capable of striking from afar and ending Kirk's
life, if he felt the human was interfering with his
own status in Vulcan politics. Kirk was safer if Spock
was "with" Saavik, who in reality was his pupil--and
not as naive as she looked.
As they entered the grand house, they slipped back
into their public personas--Spock, the calm,
no-nonsense first mate of a starship, and Saavik his
dainty posession. It was a good thing none of the
servants were Betazoid, or they would have seen her
thinking about ionic charges.
The servants ushered them through the ornate hallways
to Sarek's private lounge. Saavik remembered the last
time she'd been here, and a throbbing anticipation
quickly grew between her legs. Sarek thought he was
teaching a shy child how to give a hand-job; he had
fueled her masturbatory fantasies for the past
countless months. This was the fact Spock had taken
advantage of to teasingly encourage her studies,
although he knew she would do well even without the
extra incentive.
Spock and Saavik were shown into Sarek's room. The
Governor awaited them on his sofa, sipping from a
tall, narrow goblet. "Spock," he said serenely,
nodding.
"Father."
"I see you have brought me young Saavik." He was
trying to act casual, but his excitement could almost
be smelled. Saavik could tell, and she was thoroughly
wet.
"Yes, as you requested," Spock said in an
almost-businesslike tone.
Sarek lifted his hand. "Leave us," he indicated to the
servants. When they were alone, he turned his
attention fully to the young girl. "Saavik, Spock was
instructed to bring you here for your first experience
with sexual intercourse so that I might properly
initiate you as his bedmate." He turned his face to
his son. "Have you informed her of this?"
Spock nodded.
"And has she been prepared?" Sarek asked.
Spock nodded again. "Yes, with certain... implements."
He neglected, of course, to mention that the preparing
had all been done by Saavik herself with her own
dildo, and that he had never even been present for
these events. Indeed, the young woman most knew as his
concubine had never seen his shaft...
"Saavik, approach me." Sarek beckoned with a nod.
Chemist buried under actress and nymphet, Saavik bowed
her head and shyly padded forward.
Sarek reached for her and placed one hand gently on
each of her slender hips. She resisted the impulse to
buck into his hands, but she did stare unashamedly at
the tent in his robe. It twitched and defined itself
as he ran his hands over her slender frame. He was
clearly enjoying the sensation of a small body beneath
his grasp. Intellectually, she was disgusted, but she
was more concerned with her own pleasures than
abstract virtue at the moment. Besides, she figured
that it was only logical for her to exploit his sick
fascination for her own benefit.
Sarek stood, and directed Saavik to lie across the
sofa. She situated herself against the cushions, her
long dark hair spreading out behind her head in soft,
inviting waves. With big shining eyes she looked up at
Sarek, glancing across the room at Spock for a moment.
Sarek didn't notice because he was too transfixed with
her, but Spock winked at her before quickly turning
around to avoid the scene.
He was nose-deep into an map that was hanging on the
wall before Sarek noticed his inattentiveness. "Spock,
attend," Sarek called sharply.
Spock his his reluctance and joined his father at the
sofa. He had hoped to avoid the scene ahead, which
apparently would prove to be far more awkward than
anticipated. But his eyes showed nothing. "Yes,
Father?"
"You are to participate in her education, Spock,"
Sarek told him. "Did you not tell me upon our last
meeting that you wished to educate her?" He meant it
as a disapproving, ironic barb, not realizing that the
irony had doubled back on him like a boomerang.
"You had told me that you wished to deflower Saavik
yourself." A human Spock would have been stammering.
Luckily, he was half-Vulcan.
Sarek nodded reassuringly. "And I will do as I have
said. However, it is to you that she belongs. It is
only right that you be involved in this event."
Spock glanced at Saavik quickly. Her expression didn't
change, and she continued arranging her robes around
her legs calmly. He read her apparent passivity as
apathetic approval, in that secret language of those
who trust each other in a dangerous world.
Well, if intimate relations with his protege were what
it was going to take to keep his father's henchmen
away from his James... at least Spock and Saavik
understood each other, so it would not be an entirely
alienating experience.
Sarek pushed aside Saavik's robe as if he were
unwrapping the gold foil from his favorite variety of
gourmet chocolate. Her lithe little body rose and fell
in breath as she waited for his assault. Spock hovered
behind his father, concentrating on her face.
Sarek cast aside his own robe, revealing his erection
to Saavik. "Touch me," he commanded. She complied,
enveloping him in both her palms and rubbing slowly.
His organ leapt firmly under her touch. Each time her
hands reached the tip, she rubbed her thumbs over its
blunt edge, pushing around the pliable skin. A small
bead of clear, gelatinous Vulcan semen oozed forth,
and she spread it around as she continued the hand
job.
Sarek stepped around so that he was beside her, and
she changed the angle of her grasp to maintain
contact. "Spock," he commanded. "Prepare her for my
entrance."
Without a word, Spock circled the sofa and reached her
legs. He nudged them open gently, one hand on each
spindly knee, and knelt between them. He was hit
full-force with the strong scent of her fruity musk,
and two probing fingers verified that she was, indeed,
soaked with the juices of her arousal. She would
probably have been fine without his help in
lubrication, but it would diminish his father's
pleasure as a controlling individual if he were to
know how badly she wanted this. And it didn't matter,
because she would enjoy his ministrations.
He moved his face to her reaching pussy and licked it
gently. He knew he was supposed to be softening her
labia and leaving saliva to lubricate and prepare for
Sarek's entrance, but he snuck several surreptitious
licks to her clitoris. She twitched and wriggled in
appreciation, and tugged harder on Sarek's member.
"She is ready now," Sarek decided, monitoring her
reaction.
Spock stood and moved away, letting his father take
his place. Sarek positioned his erection against
Saavik's vagina, and ran his hands over her soft
little body in eager anticipation. It was all she
could do not to shove herself against him and impale
herself, but Spock would be angry with her if she
seemed too eager. It could easily get him in trouble.
And so she waited.
She did not have to wait long. With a grunt of pride,
Sarek slid into her all at once. She yelped in pain,
but smiled when he had completed his thrust. Somewhere
behind her desire, she was distantly aware of Spock
holding her hand soothingly.
Sarek stood at the center of her supine body and
pumped into her over and over, jerking his hips
rhythmically. He gasped loudly a few times before
pausing, sheathed.
"Spock."
Spock's eyes did not move from the floor, but he
answered, "Yes?"
"Let her fellate you. You will be the next to take her
depths."
Spock took a deep breath. Saavik's fingers started
haphazardly scrabbling at his fly, but she was too
distracted by the sound fucking Sarek was giving her
to be of much use there. He finished unbuttoning and
took out his penis, willing it erect at the thought of
his real lover's muscled thighs.
Saavik watched it grow before her big, understanding
eyes, and reached for it as he approached her face.
She grabbed it awkwardly as her body was thrown around
a little with each shove from the Governor, and licked
its tip a few times before she could actually maneuver
it into her mouth. She sucked the head inside, and
washed all around it with her tongue. Spock
instinctively bucked between her lips slighty, his
eyes closed and his thoughts somewhere else.
Sarek, too, had closed his eyes, to avoid the
arousal-deflating distraction of seeing his son being
serviced. He had replaced his visual devouring of
Saavik's slim body with ravishing her with his
hands--rubbing twin paths of sweaty hunger from her
tiny breasts to her narrow hips. She writhed gleefully
under all the attention, pussy straining to be hit in
all the right places. A pity Sarek wasn't incredibly
concerned about those, she observed with childish
superiority.
A moan escaped her lips, and her youthful voice
propelled Sarek towards his climax. With the grace of
practice, he extricated himself from between her legs
and moved to straddle her chest. Grasping his penis
with one hand and moving one of her hands to his
testicles with the other, he ejaculated across her
left breast. She fondled his balls as the semen issued
forth and coated her nipple.
The Governor moved away from her, gasping and
clutching his spent member. "She is yours for the
taking," he alerted his son, who in his closed-eyed
reverie had been mentally far away from this place and
scenario.
Spock shifted slightly and let his penis slip out of
Saavik's mouth. Their eyes met as he climbed on top of
her.
With great care for her comfort, and deliberation due
to his own unfamiliarity with the female sex, he slid
his erection between her wet labia. She pushed against
him and groaned a little with restrained pleasure, not
really understanding whether or not she was supposed
to be having fun, in Sarek's eyes.
Spock's fingers drifted to the side of her face.
Sarek's sharp eyes caught the movement, fixated as he
was on Saavik's face as she "took it" from another
man. "You meld with her?"
"I wish to benefit from the sensations I am causing
her," Spock improvised. He understood his father
perfectly. The Governor hadn't asked him to fuck
Saavik in front of him only to ensure his son's
steadfast heterosexuality; he also derived a perverse
pleasure from seeing what he still thought was a
little girl have sex--with anybody. He therefore
wouldn't question Spock's supposed desire to enjoy a
similar voyeurism--of the reactions of her mind
instead of her body.
Spock's mind entered Saavik's, and she cuddled up
against him like an animal. //Did you enjoy your
experience with my father?// he asked, half amused and
half concerned.
//To some extent,// she answered. He pumped in and out
of her a few times as they conversed within
themselves. //I am sorry that I am not Captain Kirk,//
she suddenly thought, compelled by the severe passion
she saw lurking in his memories.
//I am not,// Spock reassured her gently. //Captain
Kirk is my first and most important passion, and he
will always mean the most to me, but I have only one
Saavik--and I am glad to have her. She makes me
proud.//
//I am honored.// She started shifting around into his
thrusts. //Spock--//
//What is it?//
//Would you mind aiming *here just so*?// And she
showed him in her mind.
//Ahh, I see.// He changed his technique, and grasped
her body in his free arm. //Do not hold back, Saavik.
He will enjoy the thought of me 'debauching' you--as
if that were possible.//
//*amused*//
Then she began to grunt like a wild thing. With every
push from his hips she moaned louder, and since they
were melded, she felt an echo of his escalating
arousal. Together, they throbbed towards a shared
orgasm.
He pushed her over the edge first, transmitting into
her mind a dizzyingly erotic image of himself and his
James, coitally fused. Her pussy contracted and her
legs kicked in the air, and he quickly slipped out and
came all over her chest, adding to the wetness already
shining there from his father. His other hand left her
face and he used it to cup her vulva, coaxing out as
many undulations as she would give.
He ignored his father, who was halfway across the room
climaxing again, this time hidden within the folds of
his robe.
Saavik lay on the couch for a few moments and rested,
feeling very satisfied. After some time, Sarek had his
servants fill the stone basin near the fireplace with
hot water, and he and Spock watched her clean herself
as they spoke between them.
"Your prize is progressing nicely," Sarek said to his
son. "I hope she has given you considerable incentive
to cease your embarassing behavior?"
Spock sucked one lip slightly into his mouth. The
believability of this afternoon would likely determine
whether James's life was to be at risk from Sarek's
forces. "She is quite sufficient," he said
diplomatically. "She does all that I desire her to
do." Well, that was at least true...
Sarek nodded, blindly pleased with the answer, and
gazed at Saavik, nude before the firelight. She lifted
her eyelids to meet his gaze, thinking to herself how
little he really knew of prizes and incentives.
Ribulose 1,5-bisphosphate, indeed.
//
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