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The Enterprise Parasite	By : codysaoyrn Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 6957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Though Kirk's hands were lavishing attention on the large green cock in front of him, he desperately wanted to see Spock's face. Even the smallest quirk of an eyebrow would show that he was getting through. But, as if the parasite felt that granting this wish would be too positive an action, there was no response from Spock save the twitching of his dick. Stubbornly, as was his wont, Kirk continued to run his fingers across the warm shaft, coaxing out drops of pre-cum. Taking a moment to recall his knowledge of Vulcan physiology, Kirk searched around Spock's pelvis for a soft indentation and massaged it, it being where the testicles were located.
Spock's breathing was becoming hoarse, and his legs were beginning to shake when he suddenly pitched forwards, burying his face in the crook of Kirk's neck. As he felt Spock clutch at his shirt, Kirk couldn't help but smirk�clearly he was doing something right. He quickened his strokes, tugging harder until Spock gasped and arched his back, coming all over his captain's face.
Kirk reached up to wipe it off, but the consistency was slightly different�more liquid than a human's�so it just dripped down his cheeks onto his chest. Licking his lips, he was about to try once more to see Spock's expression when several tentacles snaked out and pulled him away, pinning him to the floor. As Spock stood and loomed over him, Kirk could finally see his first officer's face�but what it revealed was not promising.
His hair slightly unkempt and eyes bright with a passion that was alien to him, Spock showed no signs of breaking free of the parasite's control. The practically reptilian way he licked his thin lips�which turned upwards in the smallest of smiles�portended more to come, so to speak. As Spock advanced, Kirk thrashed around in an effort to break the tentacles' hold. All he achieved, however, was sore limbs and exhaustion, and he had to firmly remind himself that, as ominous as the situation seemed, it was all to save Spock.
Those long fingers, usually harmlessly occupied with the knobs on a computer, reached out, out, out�Kirk squeezed his eyes shut. Just because it was for the greater good didn't mean he wasn't afraid. After all, this wasn't the Spock he knew. But Spock's strong hands didn't wrap around his neck, as he had feared, but around a far more vulnerable place�his cock. Kirk's eyes flew open and he gasped, straining against the restraints, as Spock ripped open his pants and began to masturbate him roughly, fingering his captain's asshole with his other hand. It quickly reached the point of over-stimulation, but Spock reached behind himself, stroked the tentacle controlling him, and used the resulting slime to resume jacking off Kirk. The whimpers speedily stopped.
Whatever it was in the alien's secretions that produced such powerful reactions in its victims was extremely effective on Kirk, possibly too much so. First, it was just a pleasant tingling on his cock. Then, quickly�so quickly�an incredible heat rushed throughout his body, burning up every nerve with an indescribable pleasure. Everything seemed impossibly bright, and every time Spock moved he left a trail of light behind him. It was beautiful. So beautiful, Kirk had to have more of it. He arched into Spock's touch, spreading his legs wantonly, and made the most obscene sounds he could in order to ensnare Spock with his now insatiable desire.
Spock let a low moan escape, from deep in his throat, before shutting down for a split second. When he opened his eyes again, he could see nothing but Kirk before him. If ever there was a chance for him to have the whole world in his hands, this was it. Sensing a final weakness, the parasite broke through the last barrier of his Vulcan training, and Spock pounced.
Kirk was practically purring as he writhed beneath Spock's hands, quivering seductively at every stroke and pinch.
"Ah, Spock! There's no need to go so slowly," he said, his voice hoarse. "What are you waiting for?"
He wanted something, anything, in him, and he wanted it now. Even just a finger would be enough to make him cum, he thought�until Spock resumed stretching his asshole, this time with the full breadth of three fingers. Despite Kirk's loud groans, Spock, breath raggedly in sync with his captain's, continued pulling his hole open, adding a fourth finger and soon a fifth.
Kirk would have protested, but the haze of bliss was so heavy that this felt completely natural; Spock's toned body leaning over him�hair on the Vulcan's chest matted with sweat, and flushed cheeks betraying Human roots�with a hand slowly filling his ass. And what a hand it was!
Spock bit the inside of his cheek; even under the parasite's control, he did not want to harm his captain. But Kirk seemed to be enjoying it, as was he, so he pressed on. The sensations as his fist pushed past the throbbing entrance were exquisite�the wet heat of Kirk's insides as they expanded to accommodate him, and the tight grip of the muscles as they adjusted and began to squeeze sent a bolt of arousal straight to his cock.
Soon, Kirk, eyes practically rolling back into his head with pleasure, found himself begging for more.
"Spock, please," Kirk said, even as he writhed in an effort to feel even more filled. "I need..." He found himself unable to finish as Spock began slowly fistfucking him. The pull of Spock dragging his arm and hand out, and the subsequent re-stretching of his asshole, proved almost unbearably erotic�and then Spock plunged back in.
"Oh, God!" screamed Kirk, limbs flailing as he struggled to process the unbelievable fullness of Spock's now-rough pounding. Spock took no notice, however, and ramped up the intensity, jackhammering Kirk's hole with his fist as he began jacking off his captain with his other hand. Every now and then he would suddenly wrench out his fist, watching with intense (almost scientific) interest as Kirk's loosening asshole pulsed and gaped wide in time to the spurts of cum that covered his chest.
After a good amount of this rough yet stimulating treatment, Kirk's hole was unable to close properly�though they both knew that it would recover with time. Kirk felt as though it was meters wide, so loose and sloppy was it from the abuse. But that didn't prepare him for Spock's renewed assault�this time with both hands.
As the tentacle inside Spock pulsed, pumping more of the mind-controlling semen deep inside, he groaned at the sensation of being slowly filled to his limit. The pressure he felt, both in his guts and around his hands, intensified his focus until he could only think of one thing: completion. Spock's hands, deep in Kirk's ass, were flat against each other, palm to palm. Slowly, so slowly, he began to curl them into twin fists.
Worn out by his multiple forced orgasms, Kirk could no longer form words. All he could do was spread his legs even wider, moaning loudly and convulsing while Spock rotated his fists faster and faster. Soon Spock was trying to pull them out, but their combined size was too much even for Kirk's ravaged asshole; all he could do was tug as though his fists were held in a Chinese finger trap.
Though he was becoming faint with exhaustion, Kirk craned his head to see what on earth (or rather, in space) was going on�and the sight that met his bleary eyes seemed almost a product of delirium. Spock crouched naked between his bound legs, breathing heavily and tapered eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as the hands of his first officer made his asshole bulge outward more, more, more�
When the fists popped out with a wet squelching noise, Kirk threw his head back, face contorted in a combination of agony and ecstasy. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a hoarse echo of a scream. As he orgasmed once again, Kirk squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands against the cold sticky floor, prompting Spock to lean in and, with a subtle, Vulcan concern that Kirk knew how to read from years of experience, place a damp hand on his chest.
This touch, simple as it was, sent a shock through Kirk�and not because his nerves were overloaded with attention. No, it was a sign that Spock, the real Spock, was fighting the parasite...and winning.
However, the parasite had one last tactic up its sleeves (such as they were). After pumping enough cum into Spock to force out a strained shout, it retrieved McCoy, previously discarded near the engineer's station, and shoved a secondary tentacle-controller up his still-loose ass. The brutal entry awoke McCoy, who yelped as he was dragged across the floor (and through pools of semen) to be flung onto his captain.
"Bones, what the�" Kirk stopped as Spock's eyes darkened once more, as did McCoy's. Seeing that he would not get any sort of answer from either of the two, he prepared to resign himself to the seeming futility of trying to defeat the parasite.
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