You have reached an Easter Egg story that was written purely for the sake of writing it. It is extremely graphic sexually, and doesn't really fit the rest of the JB or Millennium series. I don't know when it takes place, but it definitely does not advance the characters or the plot in anyway. Continue at your own risk. *G*
'End'game
Seven walked into her quarters on Voyager, wondering why no one greeted her, not even Jake, her Irish Setter. She knew that Janeway had logged off duty hours ago, so it was possible that the captain was taking him for a walk, but that did not explain why the lights were dimmed ... or why she heard such familiar and provocative gasps from the bedroom. Instantly intrigued, she moved toward it, wondering if the captain was masturbating, and not at all adverse to catching a glimpse at such self indulgence by her partner. In fact, it wouldn't even be the first time Janeway had arranged for Seven to 'discover' her in that fashion. It was a game they played; Janeway pretending that she could not wait for the Borg's arrival and had started without her, professing 'surprise and embarrassment' at being 'caught' even as she would quickly undress her partner and pull her into bed where they would make love for an hour or so before dinner.
But while Janeway was indeed, in the throes of passion, she was not alone. Seven quirked her eyebrow at the sight of her partner lying back on the bed, her legs spread wide to allow the attentive mouth of B'Elanna Torres, Voyager's chief engineer, to eagerly cover her intimate flesh. The Klingon's hands stretched up to fondle the captain's firm breasts, squeezing the taut nipples, while Janeway's hands were buried in the young woman's dark, wavy hair, holding her head to her tightly. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy.
Seven was immediately aroused, with no hint of shock or jealousy in her thoughts ... just a pervasive desire that rose thick and strong within her, captivated by the vision of her spouse and her best friend making love in her bed. At that moment, Janeway opened her eyes, turning her head to look at Seven, the burning blue gaze pinning her partner with sensual intent.
"Join us, darling," she commanded in her husky tone. "We've been waiting for you."
Obviously, they had kept themselves quite busy while they waited but that was somewhat moot, Seven decided as she reached up to the back of her neck to unfasten her biometric outfit, peeling it off her body. Within seconds, she was naked and moving onto the bed next to the couple. It was unimportant that the mattress was far larger than the real one in Janeway and Seven's quarters, far more in keeping with the holographic bed the Borg had encountered in previous recreational pursuits with her spouse. Seven looked down to where B'Elanna continued to pleasure the captain, examing how her lips and tongue moved over the tender flesh. It excited her further and a flush of moisture dampened the juncture of her legs. She turned her head to kiss Janeway with fevered demand as B'Elanna offered a few, lingering kisses to the captain's intimate spot and then crawled her way up Janeway's body where she reached out with one arm and pulling Seven into an embrace that included all three of them. Joyfully, Seven rolled around the bed with the two other women, alternating between the loving mouths, tasting each of them on the other's lips, indicating that Janeway had also availed herself of the Klingon's intimate recesses before the Borg had arrived.
B'Elanna's lips were more assertive than Janeway's, taking possession of the Borg. Seven moaned as she returned the kiss. The Klingon woman's skin was so smooth and soft, while the muscles beneath were so firm and unyielding. Her hands were strong, more powerful than Kathryn's, yet just as loving. As Seven trailed down the body, it felt so warm, as if it was fevered ... a result in the Klingon's natural temperature being a few degrees warmer than Human. The Borg fell upon of the Klingon's full breasts eagerly, sucking and nibbling the fat little nipples with passion while B'Elanna's hands raked through her long, blonde hair, a thrilling growl issuing from her lips.
"That's it, 'Nik," she husked. "I'm all yours."
"We both are," the captain added hotly in her ear, her hands moving over Seven's back and sides, then down to her buttocks where she squeezed them firmly, just as the Borg liked.
"Yes," Seven murmured around the breast filling her mouth. She groaned as Janeway moved on top of her, appreciating the familiarity of Kathryn's touch as she dipped between Seven's legs to stroke her intimate center, the captain's fingers brushing over the hardened node, swirling around it. Seven moaned happily, feeling surrounded by the loving attention, her desire burning hotter with every passing second.
B'Elanna tugged at her hair briefly and Seven looked up into the dark eyes.
"Show me that toy of yours again, 'Nik," the Klingon insisted, her expression one of intense sensuality. "You know how much I like a big one."
Kathryn nuzzled her neck. "Yes, darling," she whispered invitingly. "Show her how well you can love her with it."
The captain tugged at Seven, rolling her off the Klingon's body and onto her back, the Borg obeying unquestioningly. The wonder wand was somehow already in Janeway's hand, and she attached it to Seven, the settings already programmed in, leaving a phallus of approximately eight inches long jutting from Seven's blonde thatch of hair, thick and already activated. It did not occur to Seven to wonder how Janeway would know what dimension B'Elanna would prefer, she merely went along with it because it was pleasurable and arousing.
Then, Janeway kissed the Borg deeply, covering her breast with her left hand, squeezing it, rasping the nipple with her palm. When they finally parted for breath, the captain moved down, trailing her lips over the Borg's chest, covering the nipple with her mouth, flicking it as the young woman groaned with pleasure. Seven forced herself to open her eyes, discovering that her partner had her free arm across her body, reaching over to put her hand between B'Elanna's legs, fondling her lavishly as the Klingon kissed the Borg's neck and shoulders. Mesmerized, Seven watched as Janeway's fingers rubbed the Klingon's dual clitori tenderly, then pushed into the opening, glistening as B'Elanna's moisture covered them. When the captain finally urged Seven up onto her hands and knees, Seven did not vacillate, obediently moving over onto the Klingon as B'Elanna smiled up at her, showing slightly pointed teeth.
"Do it, Seven," she demanded, her legs parted, offering herself without hesitation.
Carefully, Seven positioned the wand's fat head at B'Elanna's opening, looking down into the burning eyes of the engineer, and then, without warning, she thrust deeply into her, sinking the entire length of the shaft into her body, just the way B'Elanna had told her she most enjoyed it. The Klingon apparently enjoyed it now, crying out loudly with approval, her hands gripping Seven's shoulders tightly. Seven groaned, the sensation of the wet heat welcoming her in like a homecoming in some odd way, keenly aware of Janeway pressing against her back. She shuddered as she felt the captain's finger circling her small opening at her rear, prodding it provocatively, then Seven gasped as she was penetrated by the gentle digit.
"Kathryn?" she whispered.
"I know how much you like this, darling," Janeway told her, moving the finger gently in and out of the young woman. "Just be still for a moment."
Obediently, Seven did not move, remaining buried in B'Elanna as she took the opportunity to kiss her once more. The Klingon's teeth scraped over her lips, the demanding tongue exploring her mouth hotly. She gloried in the feel of her partner taking her from behind, the tender way Janeway's finger probed her deeply, seeming to move further within her than she ever had before. Then the Borg's eyes opened wide as she felt Janeway ease another finger into her, something the captain had tried only once before, and it had been too potentially painful on that particular occasion for Seven to want it to continue, asking that her partner to stop before she went any further. Now, however, it felt wonderful, and she moaned helplessly, amazed at how easily both of the captain's fingers began to slide in and out of her, though she normally did not like such motion. She decided that her spouse must have used a lubrication of some sort to allow such ease, and even as she thought it, she saw a jar on the night stand, the cover off, the interior showing that it had been dipped into liberally.
B'Elanna squeezed with her internal muscles, attracting the Borg's attention and Seven looked down at her, wanting to move, to thrust into her but she couldn't seem to manage it with Janeway behind her.
"Wait for it," B'Elanna growled, her thighs cradling the Borg's hips. Seven wasn't sure what she was waiting for, then Seven felt Kathryn remove her fingers altogether. She was shocked but titillated when she felt the blunt head of another accessory press against her.
"Kathryn?"
"It's alright darling," Janeway told her softly, her breasts sliding gloriously over Seven's back, the hard points dragging deliciously over her skin. "I just want inside you."
Seven groaned as her partner slid into her rear channel with aching slowness, filling her up, making her feel completely taken by her spouse.
"Now," B'Elanna ordered, squeezing Seven's shoulders in encouragement. "Love me, 'Nik. Love me like I know you can."
Obediently, Seven began to rock in and out of the Klingon and as she did, Kathryn set up a countering move so that Seven impaled herself on Janeway's device every time she withdrew from the other woman. Then, as she thrust forward, Kathryn withdrew, the sensation beyond anything the Borg had ever felt before, certainly beyond anything she had ever anticipated that she would like. Janeway's hands slipped around the Borg's torso to her front, covering Seven's breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers. The young woman discovered she was bearing most of her partner's weight on her, though it was a burden she gladly accepted as she settled into a steady rhythm of pleasuring B'Elanna writhing beneath her.
B'Elanna was an aggressive lover, her hips coming up to meet every stroke of Seven's, their groins impacting repeatedly with a glorious, searing connection. Her strong hands reached up to cup Seven's face, pulling it down so that she could kiss her again with passionate desire. Meanwhile, Janeway continued to nuzzle her partner's ear, whispering words of love and desire, just as she always did, though this time they included B'Elanna, how much the Klingon was enjoying what Seven was doing, wanting to know if the Borg liked it, too.
Seven did not respond, savoring the experience immensely, completely consumed by the sensations she was experiencing. It felt so good to plunge herself into B'Elanna again and again, to be able to thrust as hard as she could, aware that she was not hurting the Klingon, but rather pleasuring her deeply. Knowing that B'Elanna enjoyed such forceful motion freed her physically, and the gutteral cries of encouragement incited her to greater efforst. At the same time, Janeway moved in and out of the Borg with steady strokes, the thick erection deeply probing the young woman, filling her again and again. Seven was aware the captain was getting close, recognizing the change in her breathing, how her words grew incoherent and profane, how her hands tightened almost painfully on her breasts.
She felt it within herself the uncontrollable pleasure radiating from her center, and B'Elanna's gasped intently, her muttered urging became more specific and loud. Seven knew the Klingon was close as well, and she wanted this to be perfect, wanted them all to reach their pinnacle at the same time. Even as she thought it, it began to happen, B'Elanna's internal muscles clamping down hard on her even as she began to spasm herself, pushing as deep inside of the Klingon as she could. As she did, Janeway thrust into Seven a final time, squeezing the breasts tightly as she hung on. For that instant of sheer, unrestrained delight, all three of them cried out in a single, united voice of ultimate pleasure.
Seven felt dizzy, gasping for breath, and she didn't object when Janeway immediately withdrew and wordlessly urged the Borg to pull out of B'Elanna as well. She meekly rolled onto her back, the wand extruding impressively up into the air, glistening from the Klingon's moisture, only mildly surprised when Janeway immediately mounted her and sank down onto its increased length in one motion. Somehow, the other device had disappeared and the Borg was not even aware of what kind it had been. She cried out, arching her hips as she buried herself in her partner's body. B'Elanna moved over until she was covering the Borg's face, straddling her head and lowering her juncture to Seven's mouth. Seven eagerly tasted the wet heat, discovering the unique musk of this body all over again. Somehow, even without being able to see what was going on above her, she knew Janeway and B'Elanna were kissing each other, fondling the other's breasts, making love to each other as she made love to them, sharing in an experience that bound them together as one.
Seven woke up in her quarters on Millennium, gasping for air. It had been a very intense and familiar dream, one that initially occurred not long after Kathryn and B'Elanna had inadvertently switched bodies. Seven was left aching with need and desire, her nipples hard, the juncture of her legs moist and sensitive. As morning watch approached, she was very conscious of Kathryn's body pressed against hers, so warm and smooth. Though it was their day off, and a rare opportunity for Janeway to sleep in, Seven became quite impatient as she waited for the captain to stir. Finally, she could restrain herself no longer and nudged Janeway, causing her to awake with a start. Surprise turned to sleepy pleasure as the Borg pulled her close and kissed her mouth.
"Good morning, darling," she murmured against Seven's full lips.
"Good morning, " Seven responded, kissing her again. "I want to make love."
Janeway blinked, and then smiled with lazy anticipation. "Hmm, what a lovely way to start the day. Did you have something in mind?"
"I want you to use an accessory to make love to me, Kathryn," Seven instructed bluntly, her hands tracing patterns over the captain's compact body. "I am extremely amorous."
"Lucky me," Janeway responded with slight surprise, slipping a hand between Seven's legs to touch her gently and lifting an eyebrow at the copious moisture she discovered. "Oh my, you really are nice and ready. What brought this on?"
"It was a dream."
Janeway laughed huskily. "Not the dream?" Seven had shared her disturbing vision with the captain years earlier, the morning after the first time it happened. Janeway found it not only understandable, considering what they had been through, but somewhat arousing as well. "I know how much that threesome fantasy inspires you. We should really try it out on the holodeck sometime."
Seven exhaled, undulating against the fingers rubbing over her clitoris, feeling chills of delight radiate through her pelvis. "Does it matter why I am so aroused, Kathryn?"
"No, I don't suppose it does," Janeway admitted. "Especially since I'm the one who benefits." She wrapped her other arm around the Borg's neck, holding her tightly as she kissed her, an open-mouthed, wonderfully moist kiss as her fingers continued to move in the Borg's wet heat. "If you're really this excited, now might be the perfect time to try out the wonder wand."
It was not the first time the captain had suggested the idea, but it was the first time Seven felt inclined to give it more than a passing consideration. Her respiration increased as she contracted in pleasure around her partner's gentle fondling. "Why, Kathryn?"
"Bigger can be better, darling," Janeway told her with gentle humor. "The wand, at its smallest settings isn't that much larger than the Mini-Marvel, so I think you'd enjoy it just as much, if not more. I really believe you're flexible enough to adapt to it."
Seven shivered, whether from fear or excitement, she wasn't sure. It was hard to think of objections with the captain playing with her so insistently, her fingers tender as she manipulated the Borg. "It is still significantly larger than anything I have ever experienced."
"Darling, you know I would never suggest anything that I thought would hurt you," the captain assured her softly.
"I know." Seven swallowed as she remembered the sensations from her dream. Would the reality live up to the fantasy? "Very well," she agreed, surprising her spouse. "Let us attempt the wand."
Janeway's eyes lit up as she reached for the compartment at the head of the bed. "Roll over, darling," Janeway instructed. "We'll take our time. There's absolutely no hurry."
Seven turned over onto her stomach and lifted her buttocks into the air, waiting with mingled anticipation and anxiety. Janeway retrieved two artificial penile devices and a jar of lubrication, putting on the wonder wand. The end closed over her clitoris, sensors along its length making it feel as if it was an extension of her clitoris as tendrils erupted from the base, encircling her hips and holding it firmly in place. She kept the smaller accessory in her hand as she placed the lubrication conveniently close.
Seven twitched as she felt Janeway's hand on her buttocks, resting there lightly as her fingers eased into the crack and spread the cheeks, cool air tickling the tiny pink bud. Warm breath from the captain immediately replaced it, washing over Seven provocatively as Janeway put her lips against her. The soft touch of the captain's tongue licking delicately at Seven made the Borg groan loudly, the tip prodding her anus gently and finally slipping inside. Seven loved when Kathryn did this, but the captain, perhaps because of her Human conditioning, was somewhat hesitant about providing it. It was always deliberate on her part, always the preface to anal penetration by an accessory. Sometimes, Seven wished Janeway would just pleasure her orally without a device ever being involved. Yet, she could not deny the delight the captain was providing, and the knowledge that it was merely a prelude to something more was greatly exciting to her. The provocative sounds of Kathryn pleasuring her made her quiver, her anus contracting around the captain's tongue, pulling at it, Janeway's saliva making everything wet and wonderfully slippery.
Seven felt Janeway draw away, and then the captain's finger, lubricated from the jar, slipped into the Borg, pushing deep inside. She groaned again as Janeway added another finger and rotated them deep in Seven's channel, preparing her for something larger. The Borg felt so open, so very vulnerable to her spouse, and still Janeway wasn't finished. The fingers soon gave way to the hard Mini-Marvel 450, the small, simulated penis slipping into the Borg with an ease that Seven had never before experienced. She realized that perhaps Janeway had never readied her so much before, and that was why it was so easy. She began to believe that the larger accessory might work after all.
She made a noise as she felt Janeway touch her clitoris, rubbing it lightly for a few seconds, just long enough to elevate her desire. "Oh, Kathryn."
"It feels good, doesn't it."
"Oh, yes. It feels so good."
"Enjoy it, darling. It's going to feel even better." Slowly, Janeway began to thrust the small accessory into the Borg, occasionally adding more lubrication. She didn't hurry, just kept it to an easy rhythm, stimulating Seven without satisfying her.
"Kathryn."
"Soon, love," Janeway promised huskily.
Her breathing was quick, and Seven suspected the captain was being greatly aroused just from the concept of what they were doing. A glance into the mirror set into the elaborately carved head of the bed revealed the captain staring down at the Seven's buttocks with a lidded expression, her lips parted as she watched the small, artificial penis thrusting in and out of the Borg's anus.
"Kathryn." At this point, Seven just wanted something to escalate, caught in suspended delight and needing much more in order to reach her plateau.
Janeway lifted her head, meeting Seven's eyes in the mirror, and smiled slowly, sensually, licking her lips. "Are you sure you want me to use the wand, darling?"
Seven trembled. "Yes," she whispered. "Please, Kathryn."
Janeway withdrew the tiny probe and tossed it aside. Positioning herself behind the Borg, the captain slathered the wand protruding from her groin with lubrication from the jar, making it gleam wetly in the lowered illumination. Seven tensed as she felt the fat head press lightly against her.
"It's just me, darling," Janeway urged quietly. "Try to relax."
Seven complied, consciously relaxing her muscles and quivering as she finally felt the wand push into her. There was a certain discomfort, though not as much as she feared, a brief pressure, and then the head popped past the restrictive band of muscle just inside, wringing a startled grunt from the Borg. Feeling every millimeter of the thick shaft as it slid deep into her, deeper than she believed possible, she cried out, both in surprise and pleasure. Janeway groaned loudly, reaching around the Borg to cup Seven's breasts, capturing the nipples between her fingers and squeezing them lightly.
"God," the captain muttered between clenched teeth. "This is so much better than I imagined, Annika. The smaller one just doesn't do it justice. I can feel so much of you surrounding me."
Seven, lost in the sensation, pushed her buttocks back against Janeway, wiggling against the probe impaling her, finding it large and intrusive and somewhat uncomfortable, but not painful.
"Touch me," she demanded breathlessly. "Touch my clitoris."
Janeway reached down with one hand and sought out Seven's nodule, rubbing it firmly back and forth as she pressed deeper into the young woman's anus. The sound of her fingers swirling in the moisture was sticky and wet, the musk of their coupling strong in their nostrils.
"You're so wet, Annika," the captain murmured. "You're just soaking my fingers. You really like this, don't you?"
"Yes, Kathryn." Seven felt the captain's body warm against her skin, the soft cushion of her breasts a delight on her back. "It doesn't hurt at all."
"Tell me what you want," Janeway ordered throatily. "Tell me how it feels."
Seven sipped air, knowing what it was her partner was asking for. Janeway always wanted it when they used the accessories, whether it was the captain using one on Seven, or Seven using one on the captain, which was far more frequent.
"I love when you fuck me, Kathryn," Seven said, using the profanity deliberately. It excited Janeway so much when the Borg became verbally graphic, and to a certain extent, it enhanced her own arousal, as well. "Please, fuck me. Fuck my ass."
Janeway moaned in response to the words, so uncharacteristic of her spouse, and slowly withdrew. Seven shuddered at the sensation of the thick rod pulling out of her, seeming to take forever. Taking a breath in that instant of hesitation, when Janeway had withdrawn as far as she could, she groaned audibly as the captain once more invaded her with great gentleness, filling her completely. Janeway paused, pressed inside her as far as she could go, and then withdrew again, not as far, aborting her withdrawal and thrusting back inside, a little harder and a little faster.
Seven buried her face in the bedding, her breath a sob as she responded to the fingers plying her clitoris, and the penal probe invading her rear channel. Keeping the tempo of her thrusts slow and steady, not wanting to hurt her spouse, Janeway uttered a sound of pure pleasure every time her groin impacted with Seven's buttocks, providing a provocative counterpoint to their harsh breathing.
"Oh, god, darling, it's so good," Janeway panted.
Seven whimpered. "I'm going to climax, Kathryn ... I'm going to ... going to..."
"Come for me, Annika," Janeway demanded. "Come with me in your ass."
Seven felt herself start to spasm. Her climax always felt so intense in this position, a wash of sensation that left her shaking helplessly. Her anus clamped down on the wonder wand, and Seven knew the captain was also climaxing hard in that moment, unable to resist the sensation of pressure on her clitoral extension, pulling the Borg tight to her groin. It must have been far more intense with the larger accessory, allowing her to feel more of Seven's channel around her.
For several moments, they lay passively on the bed, Janeway collapsed over her partner, both breathing heavily. The captain's hand was trapped beneath the Borg's mound, fingers tangled in the short, curly blonde hair, and it was only when she tugged painfully that Seven lifted enough for Janeway to remove it. The captain rested her palms on Seven's hips as she pulled the wand carefully from the Borg's intimate channel.
"Turn over," she instructed, her voice rough with continued need. "I want to see your face this time. I want you to watch me fuck you."
Seven hesitated, surprised that Janeway wanted to try again so soon, but she readily rolled over onto her back. Janeway tucked a few pillows under the Borg's buttocks, elevating her into position, and then knelt between Seven's legs. She pushed the wand, liberally lubricated again from the jar, into the Borg, still finding some resistance even though Seven felt as ready and as open as she had ever been. Yet, the difficulty only seemed to excite them further, and Janeway did not hesitate to force past it, drawing the same reactive grunt from the Borg as it popped into her and slid smoothly inside. Draping Seven's knees over her shoulders, Janeway grasped the Borg's thighs for leverage, fingers pressing into the smooth muscles.
"Oh god, darling, you're so hot and tight," she whispered as she pressed deep inside, looking down at the Borg with a haughty domination warring with helpless desire in her classic features. "It feels so good to be inside you like this."
Seven reached down to touch herself, masturbating shamelessly as Janeway watched, the captain's eyes ravenous and feral, the white edge of teeth showing as she began to rock within the Borg.
"This is me all the way in your ass, Seven," she husked. "The real thing, darling, not that tiny little pinprick we've been using. I'm really fucking you now."
"Yes, Kathryn," Seven said, mesmerized by the sight of her partner between her legs, thrusting moving in and out, an expression of pure bliss on her face. Fondling herself, Seven was lost in the combination of Janeway inside her and her own fingers, which knew just how hard and fast to caress her clitoris, swirling in the moisture oozing from her vagina. So much moisture. Seven was extremely wet and becoming wetter with every passing second.
"I'm going to come in you, Seven." Janeway's face was flushed, sweat dripping from her forehead and sliding down her cheeks. Her hands gripped the Borg's thighs tightly. "I'm going to come in your ass."
"Come for me, Kathryn," Seven demanded breathlessly. She was very close now, the delicious tension increasing with every slow, lingering thrust. "Come inside me."
Janeway abruptly let go of Seven's thighs, leaning down to kiss her. Seven immediately wrapped her legs around the captain's back, keeping her hips elevated. It was impossible for the Borg to masturbate with the captain's body pressing against her, but worth giving it up for the sensation of the hungry lips on hers, Janeway's tongue plunging into Seven's mouth as the wand plundered her anal channel. The captain's breasts dripped sweat onto the young woman's, their hard nipples skidding over each other. The jabs in Seven's rear channel became short and stabbing as Janeway, aroused beyond measure, closed in on her release. The wiry hair of the captain's triangle rasped wonderfully over Seven's clitoris, swollen and sensitive, the sensation almost more than the young woman could bear.
Seven let go utterly, surrendering to what Janeway was doing to her.
The captain groaned long and loud, and Seven responded to the forceful thrusts, jerking, squeezing hard on the probe, pulling Janeway into her a final time as she came. The captain shuddered helplessly, and then again, multiple orgasms overwhelming her until, finally, the tremors subsided for them both and they lay in exhausted pleasure on the bed.
Seven had never felt so ravaged. It was an odd feeling, almost frightening. Her anus continued to contract, making the captain twitch, and then, involuntarily, Seven began to expel the wand, the sensation of its leaving almost as good as her orgasm.
"Oh, Kathryn," she whispered.
"I'm right here, darling," Janeway assured her, though she sounded as wrung out as the Borg. "You were incredible." She took a few breaths, inhaling deeply. "I knew you could take it all the way inside you."
Seven shivered. "Yes," she said. "There was very little pain."
Janeway lifted herself off the Borg and looked her over intently. The Borg knew she was checking for damage to the fragile tissue. They had become very energetic toward the end of their encounter. After the captain finished wiping away the excess lubrication from Seven, she detached the wand and placed it and the smaller accessory in the sterilizer, cleaning them for the next time. The task accomplished, she drew the covers over herself and the wearied Seven, who lay limply, her anus throbbing in time to her heartbeat.
"Are you sore?" Janeway asked, wrapping her arms around her, cuddling her head onto her shoulder.
"A little," Seven admitted. She exhaled. "You were very passionate, Kathryn."
"I'm sorry, love," the captain said, embarrassed. "I guess I lost a little control there at the end. It felt so good being inside you like that. I just kept coming and coming. I didn't want it to stop."
Seven swallowed. "It felt good to have you inside." She paused. "Is that what it's like being with a man?"
Janeway chuckled softly. "A little, except after the first orgasm, he'd become limp and be unable to keep going. It would also be messier."
"Because of the ejaculate," Seven said sleepily, knowing the mechanics if not the actual experience.
Janeway's face was very soft as she looked down at the Borg. "You're not missing anything," she assured her.
Seven quirked a brow. "I did not think I was."
"I guess this means we can retire the Mini-Marvel."
"Yes. I do not believe I would be satisfied with it any longer."
Janeway laughed softly. "Who says size doesn't count?"
After that, there was no stopping the couple. Every opportunity they had over the next month, Janeway strapped on the wand and took Seven in various places, from the shower, to the arboretum to bending the Borg over the various pieces of furniture in the living area. The last was a particularly fond memory for Seven, the glass surface cold and flat against her breasts as Janeway rode her for a good two hours, both women coming more times than they could count. It was as if the captain wanted to make up for all the years they could have been utilizing this variation of lovemaking. Eventually, however, the wonder wand malfunctioned from overuse and they had to put it aside for repairs.
Making love in the normal manner was new and wonderful again, and so very gentle in comparison to how they had been expressing their physicality. It was a discovery of some import, and Janeway was embarrassed once more when she realized she had gone overboard, as she often did with personal things. She apologized to her spouse profusely, though the Borg didn't require it. Seven had certainly been as enthusiastic about this new permeation of their lovemaking as the captain, though she realized she was glad she could sit down again without discomfort. She also discovered that fantasizing about Janeway using the wand on her as they made love, was far more exciting that when they actually did use it ... which was to be expected, considering that great sex usually originated from the neck up. The captain was content to use her fingers and mouth again, particularly once Seven revealed how much she preferred the latter, loving it when she could crouch on her hands and knees and feel her partner's soft tongue licking and probing her anus, kissing it sweetly for however long it took to please her. Though every once in awhile, they still pulled out the wonder wand for Seven's, rather than Janeway's, need for penetration.
Proving that all good things come to an end ... in this case, Seven's soft and shapely one.
The End