Star Trek

So strong, I disagree. He made a random gesture, "...Love is stronger than death."

“How come you see?”

"Love is more mysterious than death." Jim blinked, approached me, and the low human body temperature slowly climbed up my arm. Every time he was like some kind of reptile on the earth.The distance between him and me is getting smaller and smaller, and the voice is gradually full of snowflakes, "Let me tell you—the story of Salome."

FOUR

The more I have seen, the more I can understand that the world is divided into two categories, things that need to be taught by hand, and things that really do not have a teacher.Among the primitive impulses of human beings, the first one is probably food and protection from the cold, and the second one is mating, and their purpose is actually the same—to keep yourself alive, to let a part of you live again .

Such an example isn't exactly to demonstrate how good Spock is in bed, not quite.Indeed, he's definitely in the top three sex partners I've ever dealt with, I won't tell if he's number one or not, Vulcans are so annoying when they're cocky - they're already so vain, I don't want to Need some more oil.

It's no surprise that the story of Salome got us rolling in bed at the end.Anyway, this is a private bedroom, anyway, the time of month to mid-heaven is just right, anyway, he is him and I am me, even if it is not Salome, even if it is the big bad wolf and Little Red Riding Hood, the final ending will not be different.

"Spock, don't…" I'm still sticking to the bed from the waist up, my legs are on his shoulders, and my whole body is shaking with his impact, bouncing like a boat in a huge wave.I figured I could probably crash at any moment. Spock can't control his strength very well at this moment, and the ligaments in the heel of his leg are pulling and hurting: "If you break my legs again, they, they're going to snap—"

An unknown fire started from my heart.Vulcan nights were icy cold, but the room was still hot—in every sense of the word.The sweat that flowed down was transpiring in the eyes, the back was completely soaked, and the dry liquid between the legs was so sticky that the jar was broken.

He stopped abruptly, but squeezed the sensitive glands, forcing me to gasp.

Alright alright.

I leaned back, enduring the extreme intertwining of pain and pleasure to comfort him.

"Go at your own pace, Shaitan, and leave me alone."

He didn't answer, just panting heavily, staring at me—probably the position of his lips.I said no kissing, not in the human or Vulcan way, and he remembered it, and still didn't forget it in the moment when his sanity burned out, which comforted me and—I enjoyed this frenzy of him throwing away logic for me.

He has always been a quiet pool of cold springs, only at this moment, this scene, this place, can I see something else in his eyes - the remaining madness, and the raging desire for love.

Eros.

Is love and lust... the same word?Is it the same?

Too many senses have accumulated beyond the critical point, leaving only a numb daze. I still sway with his movements, but I am not quite sure whether I am still enjoying this sex.I am three years younger than him in the standard age, but according to their respective laws, I am an adult long ago, and he has just passed this threshold; Going too far with the sex between us, every single time.

I am his personal belonging.He wants to take me for himself.

A light flickered behind him.

I clung to his arms like a drowning man clinging to driftwood.

Spock.

Spock.

Spock.

do i get you

I used to be very proud of my abilities, and I was even willing to boast about them if given the right opportunity - within the human realm.However, the physical strength of these pointed ears is simply monster level, and I will often lose before the fourth round, and that must be based on the premise that I am full of energy.

Now I'm so tired that I don't even want to lift my eyelids, and I'm drowsy, but this guy doesn't seem to want to let me go.He was biting my shoulder blade.I don't know why Spock likes it so much, the bruise fades and stays again, over and over, until it turns into a scar—maybe it's a unique Vulcan way of marking.They were presumably an ancient territorial animal.

I reached out and tugged at his smooth black hair: "Hey, stop."

He raised his eyes to look at me, with dark eyes still remaining in his pupils: "What's the matter?"

I wanted to turn sideways, but he was too heavy: "I want to sleep."

Spock licks where he gnawed. "No."

The moisture and heat from the tip of the tongue made the unhealed wound itch.I said, "I'm tired."

Spock pressed his palms against my hipbones: "No."

There was the clear and distinct handprint he had left earlier, and he said, "Shh." He groped up a little more, "You're too capricious, Jim. Very, very capricious human being, my Salome."

At that time, I was already shaking on the eve of sleep, but the last title brought back a bit of clarity.The image I discussed with him not long ago, he's using it so quickly and—seems to be referring to... me?

"No, you're the little princess who grew up in the canary cage." I laughed, "Spock, you're Salome, I'm not. I'm John the Prophet or... well, I could be Herod The king, or Herodias, or whatever the hell."

"Princess." He repeated the word slowly in a low voice, and the black pupils became thicker, which made me shiver and become more excited; I knew it was a signal, marking the return of the turbulent emotion One start.

Spock's hand grips my waist tighter. "I think I've proven myself many times over who is the...princess."

FIVE

Whereforedidstthounotlookatme

Ifthouhadstlookedatmethouhadstlovedme

wellIknowthathouwouldsth□□elovesme

andthemysteryofloveisgreaterthanthemysteryofdeath.

58.【Spirk】Salome

SIX

Winter is here in Vulcan, with days cooling off and nights chilling.I have gradually gotten used to the desert climate, even if I still miss the humid earth occasionally, but that is already a distant dream.The lowering temperature seems to have frozen the Vulcan's sexual desire along with it. Spock has been asking for it too frequently at the beginning, and now he only comes once a week or two, and the time of skin-to-skin contact can finally be taken away. do something else.There's nothing wrong with that, at least I have some time to myself.

But he started asking for things that I couldn't give, like kisses, like... love beyond the relationship between master and servant, bed partner.

It was an ordinary evening, and I was curled up on the sofa facing the fireplace, reading a book—a privilege not available to other servants.And he came in and sat down next to me.I naturally shifted most of my body weight to him, and he remained silent for a long time without speaking or doing anything else.

"Salome traded John's death for a kiss," Spock said suddenly.Of course he knows how crazy I am about Wilde's story, but it seems to me that he's probably addicted to it now too.

"...and I want my share, Jim," he whispered

ha.Vulcans are always so straight to the point, and now they have learned to bargain, haven't they?

"No." I refused bluntly and without leaving a trace, paused, and then turned a page of the book, ignoring the more complicated things under his request.In fact, such a dialogue is not the first time.

"It's not time to kiss yet. Not now, Spock. Not now."

Spock isn't offended, like he's used to the habit.He looked at me with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't fathom.And I hate not being able to read Spock.But in fact, the two of us seemed to be honest with each other and each kept our own secrets. I didn't know his, and he didn't know mine either.

Of course he didn't know.he can not.

How can I show others—especially this one—what I keep hidden and buried in my own dark little planet.

Spock has only been so direct about asking for a kiss, not really saying anything else, but I always vaguely remember hearing him murmur, maybe after some sex before he sloppily packs up and falls asleep Into the range of hearing, like an untouchable spell.

But I just know he loves me.Maybe he doesn't know what love is at all - don't these pointy ears always claim to have no feelings?

I can't control him.what about me?do i love him

I have no idea.I just know I'm crazier than I thought.

Before I came to Vulcan, the Orion man who took over me gave me a diazepam injection. After all, the last seller who resold me said that I... In short, I was too noisy and troublesome, so I wanted to ensure everything in the process of operation. All right, that green guy just put me down.Unfortunately, what he doesn't know is that,