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T'Pol strolled through the corridors of the Defiant, wearing a red, futuristic uniform that Tucker had obtained for her. All on his own, he had seen the logic of making use of her technical skills in his department in addition to making her his concubine during their off hours. What Archer would think of Tucker's plan remained to be seen, but T'Pol had an inkling that Tucker could persuade Archer to his line of thinking.

All in all, her situation had improved dramatically, considering that twenty-four hours previously she had been awaiting execution. While her status as a slave stung her Vulcan pride, her bond with Tucker went a long way toward mitigating that. Tucker might not understand it yet, but the bond made them equals no matter what the Empire said.

As long as she was under Tucker's protection, she could live with her situation. However, T'Pol remained deeply concerned that Hoshi Sato represented a threat to both her and Tucker. The rage mixed with ambition that T'Pol had sensed nearly overwhelmed her. From what little T'Pol was able to discern, Archer was the one in real danger, but that didn't concern her except for how it would affect her and Tucker. If Archer died, Reed would no doubt try and take control of the Defiant - a highly alarming notion.

She was nervous approaching Hoshi's door, concerned that the human might realize that T'Pol intended to read her mind. T'Pol was also nervous about the likelihood she would be engaging in sexual relations with Hoshi as a means by which to gather information.

The brief encounter in Archer's cabin had not been unpleasant, and it had deeply aroused her mate. T'Pol found herself curious as to what a full encounter would feel like, and she hoped she'd be capable of enjoying it despite her personal dislike of the human.

Her mate had given her advice on this front.

"Close your eyes and think of me," he'd whispered at the door.

"I shall share the experience with you," she had replied, "through the bond. Would you like that?"

He'd answered with a grin that gave no doubt of the answer.

T'Pol carefully pressed the chime, and a moment later the door opened with a whoosh and Hoshi appeared. The lieutenant was dressed in black lingerie, and from her curious expression, T'Pol recognized that Hoshi must have been expecting a male visitor. Hoshi smiled and looked T'Pol up and down. "What can I do for you, T'Pol?"

T'Pol ignored the suggestiveness of her tone. "I wish to speak to you regarding our earlier encounter. It did not end to my satisfaction."

Hoshi grinned and gestured for T'Pol to enter her quarters. T'Pol walked in, shoulders high and her hands clasped behind her back.

"You seemed plenty satisfied," said Hoshi lightly. "It was me who got shafted."

"Precisely."

Hoshi considered her response for a moment, her smile becoming broader. Then, she reached out and caressed T'Pol's cheek, the one she'd injured in their previous knife fight. "I had a feeling we'd learn to put our differences aside," Hoshi all but purred. "We could become very good friends, if we work at it. Would you like that, T'Pol?"

Despite her commitment to her real goal, T'Pol's breath was becoming unsteady. "Indeed."

Hoshi stepped closer. T'Pol wasn't as bothered by the encroachment into her personal space as she should have been.

"And if you and I can become good friends, maybe all humans and Vulcans can learn to get along." Hoshi brought up her other hand to cup T'Pol's face. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

T'Pol's heart fluttered. "That's an...admirable goal." Her breath caught as Hoshi dropped a hand, slipping it under the hem of her uniform to caress her thigh. Trembling, she opened herself to Hoshi's thoughts and emotions.

"It's good we're alone," Hoshi went on. "Men are clumsy. They blunder and rush through everything, don't they? From empires...to women."

T'Pol was chilled by the wall of rage and ambition that suddenly hit her. Hoshi was clearly feeling entitled, angry, and she would stop at nothing to get what she thought was owed her. T'Pol had to remind herself to mimic Hoshi's touches as she probed deeper.

Without waiting for T'Pol's reaction, Hoshi continued. "But we'll take our time, won't we, T'Pol?"

Hoshi's other hand meandered down, and before T'Pol knew it, her uniform was being pulled over her nodding head, leaving her in bra, boots, and leggings. T'Pol didn't even have time to develop goosebumps from the sudden cool air; Hoshi wrapped herself around her the moment she'd flung the garment away. T'Pol was taken aback by the sensation of soft female flesh against hers, and she realized she was going to have to focus on her search for information before her self-control was dangerously compromised. As a touch telepath, the more physical contact she had with Hoshi, the better. Impulsively, she leaned down slightly, drawing the other woman into a deep, unhurried kiss. Hoshi opened her mouth, allowing T'Pol to explore its contours, unaware that she was likewise exploring the contours of her mind.

The images T'Pol saw were random, chaotic. Hoshi's self-indulgence and lack of empathy were astounding, and the rage that bubbled underneath made T'Pol feel poisoned. She struggled to keep her balance. She could feel Hoshi's lips turn upward in a smile against hers; Sato undoubtedly assumed T'Pol was swooning.

It wasn't completely untrue, T'Pol realized, as she felt Hoshi squeeze her breast.

Digging her fingers into Hoshi's hair, T'Pol pulled her even closer. The more aroused Hoshi became, the more her mind would give up without any direct prodding. To facilitate this, T'Pol slid her hand into the short peignoir and worked her way down. Hoshi's body quivered as T'Pol pushed under the elastic of her sheer matching panties. Never breaking the kiss, she began feathering light caresses against Hoshi's swollen clitoris, the way she'd touched herself for Charles during the Blood Fever.

The images bombarding T'Pol became clearer. She saw Archer writhing, choking to death on the floor. Reed and Mayweather were next, as was anyone else who would dare to stand in the way of what Hoshi wanted. This gave way to cities destroyed, entire planets turned to rubble...this futuristic starship serving as the instrument of execution, meting out punishment to those who would dare defy...

Empress Hoshi Sato.

T'Pol shuddered. She hoped Hoshi would dismiss it as an involuntary sexual response. Hoshi's lust for power was outmatched only by her lust for flesh. The images of blood and destruction were sickening. T'Pol felt the vertigo returning. She was unable to reconcile the incongruity of the horrors Hoshi was capable of with the fire in her stomach and the unquenchable desire stirring in her loins. T'Pol stroked Hoshi harder, faster, hoping she had remained unaware of her true purpose.

T'Pol was answered with a moan. Breaking the kiss, Hoshi threw her head back, grinding herself harder into T'Pol's hand. "Oh god...if I'd known you were this hot...I would've tried to bury the hatchet a long time ago..."

At that, T'Pol intensified her efforts. Unexpectedly, Hoshi wrapped her fingers around T'Pol's wrist in a grip what was surprisingly strong. "Even if you get me off right now," Hoshi said clearly and evenly, her voice disturbingly serene, quietly demanding, "I'm not done with you."

T'Pol didn't trust herself to keep her own voice steady. As an answer, she pulled away from Hoshi's grasp to untie the peignoir. Her fingers gently pushed the fabric from her shoulders until it drifted down to become a chiffon puddle on the floor. T'Pol found herself uncharacteristically distracted by the swell of Hoshi's bare breasts.

Hoshi took T'Pol's hand. T'Pol allowed herself to be steered toward the bed, Hoshi's self-satisfied smile not lost on her. T'Pol was aware that Hoshi regarded her as a conquest, though at that moment it barely mattered. Her hand still squeezing T'Pol's, Hoshi sat down on the edge of the mattress, her legs open. T'Pol's heart beat faster. She knew what she was expected to do.

Before anything else, T'Pol set about removing her boots-as a matter of practicality, not a means of postponing the inevitable. Her leggings were gone in one fluid motion, and she heard Hoshi sigh contentedly as she removed her bra.

Hoshi leaned back, stretching almost cat-like. "Something tells me I'm never going to get tired of seeing that."

T'Pol had no intention of letting Hoshi see her in such a state again, but said instead, "I'm glad it pleases you."

Before giving Hoshi what she wanted, she intended to indulge her own curiosity first. Putting one knee on the bed beside Hoshi, T'Pol brought the other up on the opposite side, straddling her and effectively pinning her to the bed. Moving in for a kiss, she pulled Hoshi close, noting the feel of soft, firm, bare breasts against her own, evaluating the difference in sensations between this situation and when Tucker had held her in a similar embrace.

Hoshi kissed her slowly and softly, and T'Pol reveled in the unhurried gentleness that so contrasted with what she'd read in Hoshi's mind.

Eventually, Hoshi leaned back and looked at her. "If I'd known you were this good a kisser, I would have seen to it that Archer gave you to me and not to Tucker," she whispered.

T'Pol closed her eyes as memories of Tucker's kisses and caresses filled her mind. As curious as she was, she missed him.

"I'll make sure you don't miss him too much when it's your turn," sighed Hoshi as she opened her legs even wider. T'Pol fought to put away the irrational fear that Hoshi had likewise been in her mind. Recovering, she knelt before her, just as she had done with Tucker, and began to plant warm kisses down Hoshi's soft, cool body.

T'Pol used all her Vulcan discipline and focus as she kissed and tweaked Hoshi's breasts. In addition to her own body was becoming more and more aroused by the contact, she had to contend with her bondmate's unchecked desires filtering through her mind as she attempted to continue to read Hoshi's.

Mr. Tucker was clearly experiencing her thoughts - and enjoying the sensations - but T'Pol was increasing alarmed at Hoshi's plans. She did want to enslave T'Pol, in a sense, making her regent of a puppet Vulcan. Tucker was to be enslaved more literally, expected to spend his life in service of the Defiant's systems. One thing was certain, however, Empress Sato would not allow them to be together unless it was for her own sexual pleasure.

T'Pol suppressed the paralyzing emotion that began to grip her. Fear and anger would not help her achieve her goals. Instead, she moved lower in order to kiss Hoshi's taut belly as she grabbed her panties and began lowering them.

Hoshi was eager and helped T'Pol with this motion, sliding the gauzy fabric off her hips. T'Pol lowered them down her legs as she looked Hoshi straight in the eyes. Hoshi kicked her panties aside and smirked. "Nervous, T'Pol?' she asked playfully. "I'm guessing you've never--"

T'Pol quieted her by giving her what she wanted, placing her warm tongue between the human woman's legs.

T'Pol mimicked the motions that both Tucker and Hoshi herself had performed on her, as she moved her fingers in place to aid her mouth. Hoshi was wet and quivering in her arousal, and T'Pol did not find the sensual experience of tasting her unpleasant. She also got satisfaction from Hoshi's moaning and the quickening of her body.

"Don't stop, honey," choked Hoshi. "Just like that."

T'Pol pressed on, opening Hoshi's mind as sure as she was opening her body. Afraid she would be overwhelmed by the maelstrom, she worked her tongue and fingers mercilessly until Hoshi climaxed with a scream. T'Pol continued for a moment before removing her fingers and tongue and gathering the trembling human into her arms. She caressed and soothed her, kissing her hair.

"Beautiful," whispered Hoshi. "You are so beautiful. Thank you."

"It was pleasurable for me as well," replied T'Pol.

Sato looked at her and smiled, just slightly as she caressed T'Pol's ear. "You know, I believe you. I know you're telling the truth."

T'Pol inhaled the woman's human scent. It wasn't a lie, though she had to disassociate the emotions from Hoshi's mind from the physical pleasure T'Pol could obtain from her body. The Vulcan might not have chosen this encounter, but allowing herself to enjoy it made the situation less disagreeable. This didn't change the fact that she craved Charles's touch, another thing Hoshi must have sensed.

Sato reached down and squeezed T'Pol's posterior. "Oh, honey, do you miss your little fuck toy? Trust me...I can make sure you're taken care of in any way you want."

T'Pol looked at the human woman and her mischievous grin. At that moment, T'Pol realized that despite completing her mission and learning Hoshi's plans, she could not leave without arousing the woman's suspicions. Fortunately, T'Pol was quite curious as to what Hoshi planned for her.

As if to punctuate that, Hoshi kissed her gently on the lips and pressed her back onto the bed. "Just one second," she whispered as she leapt to her feet. "I've got to fetch the proper equipment."

T'Pol looked up and saw Hoshi rummaging through a drawer and pulling out a rather suggestively shaped velvet bag. "This is an amazing piece of futuristic engineering. Apparently, it's made of an alloy from a planet called Bajor-across the quadrant from here." Hoshi pulled the device out of the bag, and it's size and shape made the device's purpose clear. "It absorbs body heat just enough to adjust to the user's needs but not enough to burn. So, it feels like a real dick, except it doesn't ever go soft or bother you with annoying chatter."

Hoshi sauntered over to the bed and crawled up next to T'Pol. "And it never needs batteries or charging, either."

T'Pol looked down at the device, which glowed an eerie pink in the dim light of Hoshi's cabin. Hoshi playfully kissed the device before leaning over and kissing T'Pol. Her mouth was cool and open and pleasant, and T'Pol melted into the kiss.

"So, honey, do you like getting fucked hard or soft?" purred Hoshi.

T'Pol's eyes widened. Charles had been enough to completely satisfy her; this device's significantly larger size caused her doubt and no small measure of distress.

T'Pol knew her emotional control must have lapsed, that her expression betrayed her, from the way Hoshi looked at her. Hoshi's hair tickled T'Pol's hypersensitive flesh as she leaned down, tracing her ear from curve to tip with a determined tongue. T'Pol shivered, another lapse. She was all too aware of Hoshi's body straddling hers, the other woman's breasts brushing against her own as their chests heaved, desperate for air. Hoshi's warm breath continued to caress her ear as she sighed, "I'm going to take very good care of you, honey."

Hoshi's words were like a twisted echo of Charles's earlier declaration. Oddly enough, both her lovers were honest in this and truly meant to care for her, but Charles was motivated by real affection while Hoshi was motivated by possessiveness.

Hoshi wanted to control her new acquisition and thought of T'Pol as a means by which to achieve her goals. In her own misguided way, Hoshi believed this was love. T'Pol probably would have agreed, had she not bonded with Charles and felt what he felt for her.

"Oh," laughed Hoshi, "I know it's bigger than you're used to - but trust me - you'll like it." She leaned down and nibbled on T'Pol's ear, making her shiver. "I'll do it just like Charles does, if that'll make you happy."

"If I wanted it Charles's way," T'Pol answered huskily, "would I not be with Charles?"

Hoshi laughed. This clearly delighted her. "That's the spirit." They exchanged another deep, hungry kiss, and Hoshi began feasting her way down T'Pol's body. T'Pol doubted other Vulcans practiced homosexuality, her people's mating drives geared toward reproduction more so than sensuality. Still, she was unable to deny the pleasure she was taking from this most illogical act, the sensation of full, female lips trailing down her skin, along her breasts and pausing to encircle her nipples, applying delicious friction and suction.

Perhaps her people were wrong.

Hoshi's cool fingers slipped between her legs and caressed the moisture there. "You are enjoying this," she laughed. "Good girl. It's not going to take that much work to get you all opened up."

T'Pol closed her eyes and moaned in response to Hoshi's fingers moving inside her. "That's it," whispered Hoshi. "Just relax. The softer your body, the better it'll feel."

Hoshi slithered down her body and leaned over, her cool breath tickling T'Pol's already aroused flesh. The human began tonguing her very gently, with different motions than their previous encounter. Hoshi's goal this time was not to make T'Pol climax, but rather she aimed to bring T'Pol into a soft, euphoric state of arousal.

T'Pol squirmed, digging her fingers into already-rumpled bed covers. Hoshi's teasing sent gentle waves of pleasure through her body, but soon she would require satisfaction.

She felt the flutter of fingers inside her, first one, then two, then three. A moment later she whimpered in protest as they withdrew, along with Hoshi's tongue, leaving her cold and trembling. In answer to her body's silent cries of need, she felt herself being penetrated - stretched! - by something cool and slick and smooth.

"Don't tense up, my pretty," said Hoshi as she gently pushed the device forward.

T'Pol inhaled slowly in and out, allowing her body to again relax. The device, which had been so cool, warmed with the heat of her own body to create a very pleasurable sensation.

"Hotter than a human," laughed Hoshi. "Literally. See, that's what it's supposed to feel like. Do you like that?"

"Yes," whispered T'Pol.

As the heat built within the device, a gentle tremor began emanating from it. T'Pol gasped as Hoshi changed the angle, the soft vibrato rippling against her clitoris as well as inside her.

"Show me a man who can do that," Hoshi said smugly.

T'Pol moaned, an storm of pleasure and frustration washing over her. She began moving in concert with the device.

"Take your time," purred Hoshi. "There's no rush. Enjoy the ride."

The words only made T'Pol wish to climax more. The pressure was extremely intense in her body, and she expected a significant release was imminent.

Hoshi playfully bit her on the inner thigh, and that pain, combined with a subsequent gentle caress, pushed T'Pol over the edge. For a moment T'Pol didn't remember a time when she wasn't naked and writing on Hoshi's bed, moans escaping her despite her pitiful attempts at control.

"That's it, honey," Hoshi soothed. "Scream if you want to. No one will hear you."

It was all T'Pol needed to come completely undone. Her body contracted around the device in waves, and she screamed, encouraged by the intense satisfaction emanating from Hoshi's mind. As she drifted into oblivion, she sensed Charles was sharing this pleasure through their bond. This thought soothed her more than Hoshi's petting.

Hoshi slowly removed the device, leaving T'Pol feeling emptied but satisfied. Hoshi then moved up T'Pol's body, touching her softly all over before gathering her into an embrace. T'Pol sighed, but as she accepted the embrace, she began craving affection from her mate.

It would have to wait. Despite her longings for Tucker, T'Pol nestled into Hoshi's arms, again noting the ways her soft curves contrasted the hard planes of a male body. Raining soft kisses onto T'Pol's face, Hoshi affectionately brushed aside errant strands of hair.

"I'm going to rule the Empire some day, T'Pol," Hoshi whispered earnestly. "And when I do, I want you to be by my side. I'll take care of you...I'll take care of Vulcan. I swear."

T'Pol knew of the human propensity for fantasizing aloud, discussing "pipe dreams" as though they were sure to become certain realities. She also realized Hoshi believed she would take her musings this way, not knowing what ambitions and horrors T'Pol had glimpsed from her mind. As her body returned to its normal state, no longer betraying her in the pursuit of physical pleasures, T'Pol found herself sickened by the way bloodlust had tainted Hoshi's affections.

She needed to get this information to Charles. Now.

Unable to answer, T'Pol simply nodded, wondering when human sexual etiquette deemed it permissible to put her clothes on and leave.

"I wish I could stay here forever, darling, but unlike you, I still have bridge shifts to work," said Hoshi. "But we'll definitely do this again soon, right?"

T'Pol nodded slowly, more eager to return to Charles's quarters than ever.
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