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“UNNH! OHHHH! KON!” T’Pol whimpered. She trembled and jerked with more wildness than Seven would’ve ever thought could fit in her athletic frame.

Seven could hardly stand to keep watching. She knew what was going to happen: Kon was going to vent his cum inside her. It was perverse… entirely devoid of reason or rationality. And yet hadn’t Seven enjoyed when she was the one trying to sate T’Pol?

“That was logical,” Seven hissed, barely able to get the words out between pants.

T’Pol rubbed her proud breasts against Kon’s chest and hunched her hips with shuddering little jerks. Her inner muscles were squishing, squeezed around the base of Kon’s pumping manhood. They rolled to their sides, Kon fucking her hard now with a cock that was as big as T’Pol could take.

Seven bit her lip and felt a frisson of wetness down at her womanhood. She wanted to leave and she wanted to stay. She wished she’d never gotten an inkling of what T’Pol was going through… all the pleasure she was in.

“But he could kill her…”

Kon was really going after T’Pol now. Her lips were spread in an unending smile, her eyes rolled up in rapture. Her cunt spasmed around his driving member. Seven reached a hand down to her own sex as she watched T’Pol climax. The way the Vulcan moved, the way she convulsed and bucked against Kon’s all-consuming passion for her, was something Seven could only believe because she was witnessing it now. It was the most carnal show of desire she’d ever seen. And T’Pol was crying out in ecstasy, kissing and biting Kon’s neck while his hot seed exploded into her…

Seven turned away. She could not keep watching this… not allow herself to be polluted by knowledge of how easily T’Pol gave in to irrationality, loving sensuality and wild emotion far more than she’d ever enjoyed logic. She started to walk away… and stepped on something. A Starfleet commbadge, wedged underfoot.

In her disarrayed state, she thoughtlessly bent to pick it up.

And Kon was not so enthralled with T’Pol that he ignored a new female presenting herself.

Abandoning T’Pol to the well-pleasured coma that she would’ve fallen into ages ago if it weren’t for a steady stream of orgasms, Kon mounted Seven.

She felt his arms wrap around her hips as her fingers approached her toes. With his weight throwing her off-balance, she caught herself with both palms flat on the floor. That only held her in place; Kon got his fat cock right into her naked cunt.

Seven wailed out a protest—a sound that quickly became invested with much more than simply denial.

She trembled under him, Kon whipping himself in and out of her.

Before Seven fully realized what was happening, she knew she loved it.

***

T’Pol awakened some hours later. She awoke to the sound of Kon and Seven coupling, though when she turned to see them, it was with only mild surprise. She could well understand why it was so enthralling to be mounted like a bitch in heat—fucked for hours and hours, until one orgasm blended into another, and all she knew was pleasure and the siren song of an exhausted sleep, growing louder and louder, until finally her enjoyment was at a zenith and her body gave out.

Though her body hadn’t given out. Not quite. Kon had abandoned her before that had happened. She was sure she could’ve pushed herself further…

But it was over now. Her pon-farr had been dealt with. She held no interest in what Kon and Seven did. They might be sexual beings, who engaged in coitus merely because it was pleasurable, but she was Vulcan. And she was governed by cold logic, not wants or desires.

Even as she thought this, T’Pol approached the joined couple. She knelt by Seven’s face where it was pressed down to the ground by Kon’s gray hand. Fortunately, none of Seven’s energy points were blocked. T’Pol put her fingers to Seven’s face and began the preparatory incantation.

“My mind to your mind… my thoughts to your thoughts…”

Seven’s sensations lunged into her mind at the slightest connection of their consciousness, like an overflowing vessel suddenly able to share its contents with a newly offered container.

She felt him filling her and thrilled to the taut fullness it gave her. Even with all that T’Pol had fucked and sucked and felt over the past day, she still wasn’t prepared for the renewed sensation, the uninhibited reality of a hot, hard thrust inside her from Kon’s beautiful cock.

It rode deep into her, taking up all of her hot pussy, giving her the fucked-full feeling that T’Pol knew neither she nor Seven might ever find again.

But that was just the start. Kon was like a wild bull. Now that he was inside Seven, there was no turning back and no stopping. He just kept pumping into her, taking his enjoyment of her wet cunt as if it was his by right. And with every passing moment that enjoyment seemed to be harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

T’Pol felt it inside herself too—as surely as if he were somehow fucking her and Seven both at the same time. His big cock went speeding in and out, sending her wetness pouring out of her, making her ache for him to shoot his cum. The bony hardness of his prick rubbed against her clit and stroked the walls of her aching womanhood.

“Oh, you’re incredible!” Alone, either T’Pol or Seven might’ve been able to hold in their words, or at least bury them in inarticulate moaning. But the curious, disjointed nature of the mind-meld had T’Pol speaking what they were both feeling… encouraging Kon as only their combined lusts could make them do. “You’re fucking us out of our minds! Keep giving it to us, lover! Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!”

Seven cried with joy—big tears rolling down her cheeks, feeling like they were boiling with the delicious flames consuming her body. Her breasts bounced with mind-boggling stabs of delight. Her belly somersaulted with the vertigo of Kon taking her higher and higher, driving his hard cock into her with an intensity that never lessened.

And T’Pol felt it all with her… registered what Seven was too far gone to note, that his cock was even more engorged now, swelling up like a clenched fist, burgeoning with the hot blood that rushed through the rest of his massive body. Then Kon erupted into her with all the cum that had bloated his balls.

Kon’s release flooded her convulsing sex—so much hot cum that it flooded her, quickly filling Seven to the brim. And T’Pol knew the sensation too… being stuffed not only with Kon’s enormous cock, but with such an excess of semen that it squished out around the sides of the swollen erection and ran along his hard, girthy length. It dripped down onto the floor and made a puddle of thick, white sperm between Seven’s splayed thighs. It ran down over Kon’s throbbing balls, obscuring the wrinkles of his loose scrotum.

The creamy deluge made Seven’s interior so glossy and wet that when Kon kept fucking her, he slid in and out on a bed of incredible smoothness. He pounded her and pounded her as he came; even when he was empty, he went on pumping into her. His mating drive was in such force that his cock never softened despite the eruption. He kept going with as much lust and hunger as he’d ever had.

T’Pol could not help but be drawn into that intoxicating sense of excess. She wanted the same overflowing passion for herself… for Seven… for anyone who Kon derived so much pleasure from while they could only lie there and be consumed by how very desirous he was.

With her free hand, she reached down and placed her forefinger lightly over Seven’s clit. She did not dare to actually flick it, but let the strokes of Kon’s hard prick drive Seven into the touch she offered…

As soon as they collided, Seven writhed and twisted and pumped her ass even more. She was delirious with stimulation, her sensations even more intense now that she’d known the feel of Kon spending inside her.

“Uhh! Ugh! Ohhh! Kon! Now! Now!” she cried, her voice strengthened by T’Pol’s added feelings, able to burst out of her tightly knotted consciousness and—

And somehow it was T’Pol who arched her back, who flung her legs around Kon, who locked their bodies together with her thighs. Her heels across his back, she pumped herself against him madly. She fucked him with all her need and knew he was fucking Seven too and she could feel everything, Seven’s lust, her own, the overriding passion from Kon that had effortlessly taken both of them…

It became the most earthshattering climax T’Pol had ever felt. Pounding her ears and spasming over and over again inside her cunt, uncontrollable, involuntary, squeezing Kon inside her limbs like she could somehow get more out of him than the totality that had consumed her.