Feelings.

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Dahlfes was nearly twenty years old; she'd been Kri'stak's for two years. She'd been further into The Dark than she'd ever gone before; he'd been moved about again and again and never left her behind. She'd worked hard both in the kitchen and in caring for him privately.

She'd adapted to Klingon ways as best she could. The clothes. The food. There were even many points of agreement, but just as many that she knew she'd never truly understand, accomodate though she would.

Still...


One night after dinner, after what had long since become a normal evening together, full of music, conversation, and other things, she found herself looking up at him.

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[privateproperty]

She kisses back fervently, writhing out of what remains of her clothes under his hands, the air already getting heavy with her need, to 'prove' her own admitted feelings and have his confirmed, as it were.

[qeylis_mindu]

He breaks the kiss by grabbing the back of her hair, drawing her away hard, giving her one smack to a breast with an open hand before grabbing the soft orb instead, working it roughly in his powerful grip, palm scraping across her nipple.

[privateproperty]

And a soft cry soon gives way to a whimper as his rough touch continues. "Master...gods, Kri'Stak..."

[qeylis_mindu]

Using the tight grip on her hair like a leash, he drags her to the bed, pushing her to bend over the bed, followed with another echoing smack to her presented ass.

[privateproperty]

She's lead, and pressed, and spanked. She cries out, and writhes back up against him as she pleads for him to take her.

[qeylis_mindu]

He positions himself behind her, only haphazardly removing enough of his uniform to free his shaft in his lust and haste. Still using her hair like a leash, he draws back on it even as he thrusts into her roughly.

[privateproperty]

Her back arches under his direction as she moans loudly, already gasping for breath, revelling in it even more than she always has.