A Trick of Eros

A Trick Of Eros: Chapter 2

Warning: This chapter depicts graphic sexual intercourse between an alien male and a human female.

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Day 1; 1 hour later, Kirk Farm

Jim had moved into the larger living room at the front of the house. It was probably his favorite room as Frank never used it and his Mother couldn’t bear to be inside it. Frank avoided it because the room was more of a library than a living room, and his Mother . . . his Mother didn’t like it because it had been his Father’s and was as much a painful reminder of the man and his death as Jim, himself, was. As such Jim had been able to use the room uninterrupted and alone, since Sam had left. Although, even when Sam was here, he rarely went into the room if Jim was already in it.

There was an old fashioned stone fireplace on the wall that was now sporting a warm wood fire. The fire wasn’t really needed considering how high the thermostat was set, but Jim liked the way the light from the fire cast shadows around the room. The glow was flickering, dancing over the rug and across the leather couch and wingback chair, up the bookshelves lining the walls and across Jim’s seated figure. There was something soothing and almost hypnotic about it.

Jim was sitting sideways, legs over the arm of the wingback chair. His head was tilted to rest on the back of the chair as he read through the PADD in his hand. It wasn’t homework per se, just some stuff one of his teachers had gotten for him from a contact in the V.S.A. It was far more challenging, intriguing and just all around mentally stimulating than what they were teaching at school. His teacher had noticed how bored he was and instead of leaving Jim to do as he pleased he tried to find ways to keep Jim interested and in school. Less trouble to find ways to keep Jim interested than to leave him to himself, where he might cause some form of property damage. He also found it ironic that his teacher had given him a PADD full of Vulcan teaching lessons on the same day that a Vulcan family arrived on his doorstep. If he believed in fate it might have worried him.

“May I inquire as to what you are reading?”

Jim nearly jumped out of his skin at the soft sound of Spock’s voice. “Shit! Don’t sneak around like that.” Jim’s free hand clutched the armrest. “Damn near gave me a heart attack.”

“I did not intend to, as you say ‘sneak around’.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jim waved at him and relaxed back into his chair. “Just try to make a little noise when you move.”

Spock inclined his head towards Jim and moved further into the room. The light of the fire danced across the planes of his face, catching and seeming to ignite in his eyes. It left Jim breathless, his body feeling as if it would ignite along with the flames in Spock’s eyes. Jim knew he was staring but couldn’t help it. Spock had to be the single most attractive man he had ever seen.

“—are you well?”

“What?” Jim blinked.

“I inquired as to your state of health. You appear flushed and you appear to be breathing in fast, deep breaths.”

“Oh,” Jim blushed, even more embarrassed he had been caught. “No, I’m fine. Just a little warm.”

“Very well.”

Jim found himself in a rather strange position. He had never had to share this room with anyone before, especially not someone who made things low in his body clench and tingle. There was also the uncomfortable feel of his pants beginning to get wet from the arousal spreading through his body as he gazed at Spock like a man in the desert looking at an oasis.

Shit. He was so screwed.

Several more minutes passed as Jim simply watched Spock move through the room looking at the books. Jim was mildly surprised by the brief look of awe and respect that passed over Spock’s features as he read some of the titles and ran his fingers over some of the spines of the old 20th Century leather-bound books.

“You can read them if you want,” Jim said with a smile.

“These are all carbon printed,” the tiniest hint of awe came out.

“Yeah.” Jim stood, setting the PADD down on the chair. “most of them have been in my Father’s family since the 20th Century. There’s even a few signed 1st editions.”

“They are all human novels?”

“All of them down here are. I have several upstairs written by other species though if you’d rather read one of them.”

“That is unnecessary. I have not read many works by humans.”

Jim moved to stand at Spock’s side, basking in the warmth radiating from the other’s body. “It’s not that surprising. Human works are very emotional, which is probably an uncomfortable read for a Vulcan.”

Spock nodded but didn’t say anything.

“If you really want to read something human I would suggest maybe Sherlock Holmes, unless you want something more fantastical? Otherwise Sherlock would be good, it is more logic oriented than many others in here.” Jim reached up pulling down a thick leather bound volume.

Spock accepted the book, surprised by both the weight of the book and the electric tingle that shot through his hands to his groin as his fingers brushed Jim’s. Spock had to push down the urge to jerk his hand away, even as he battled the desire to rub their fingers together.

“Of course if you want something else there are a large number of fantasy and sci-fi novels you could read?” Jim pointed to various sections on the bookshelves. “History, horror and mystery novels are over here as well.”

“This volume is acceptable.”

Jim nodded and for a moment the room was still and silent, save for the cracking sound of the wood burning in the fireplace. Jim licked suddenly dry lips, his eyes unable to move away from Spock. His groin was throbbing now and Jim was sure Spock could tell . . . surely Spock could tell. God, but a part of him wanted Spock to know!

“I –“ Jim was cut off by the sound of footsteps and low voices, heralding the approach of Spock’s parents.

Jim took a step back from Spock as his parents entered the room. He couldn’t help but rub his palms on his pant legs. This whole moment was too surreal. Having three other people in this room with him, lord but it was jarring on his senses.

“The bath upstairs is free now, Spock.” Amanda stood at her husband’s side, smiling softly at her son and Jim.

“Thank you, Mother.” Spock nodded at Jim then turned and left the room, nodding at his parents as he passed. Jim tried not to smile too large at the realization that Spock was still holding the book of Sherlock Holmes stories.

“You have a lot of books here, Jim.”

Jim turned to look at Amanda, who like her son was moving around the room, fingers trailing along the book spines. “I guess so.”

Amanda tossed him another smile.

“Like I told Spock, your welcome to read them as long as you’re here.”

“Thank you.” Amanda pulled a book off the shelf carefully thumbing through it. “Are there any here that you recommend?”

Jim shrugged. “Depends on what you want to read. There’s a bunch of cheesy romance novels my Grandmother was fond of if you want something simple and quick. There are quiet a few classics like ‘The Complete collection of H.G. Wells,’ ‘Hamlet,’ or ‘The Arabian Nights.’ There’s also books of poetry by authors like Lord Byron or Edgar Allen Poe. There are also all kinds of fantasy novels by authors like Mercedes Lackey, J.K. Rowling and R.A. Salvator. Or there are horror novels like ‘Dracula,’ or numerous books by Laurell K. Hamilton or Stephen King.” Jim smiled at the startled look on the older woman’s face.

“That is more than enough to pick from.”

“You sure,” Jim grinned even wider, “I have a good selection of sci-fi novels by S.M. Sterling or Ursela K. Ligune.”

Amanda laughed. “I think I’ll be fine with Lord Byron,” she said, patting the cover of a slim hardback.

“Okay then. Do you want to read in here? I can leave the fire going for you?”

“That is alright. I can read in bed, just fine.” Amanda moved closer to where Sarek stood by the wingback chair where Jim had been sitting.

Jim almost flinched as he realized that Mr. Sarek was reading the PADD that Jim had been given. Jim didn’t know how Mr. Sarek would take finding the Vulcan PADD here, Jim’s teacher had told him not to share it with others, so Jim was fairly sure that he wasn’t meant to have had it, let alone given it to Jim, even if it had been to him by a member of the Vulcan Science Academy.

Sarek looked up from the PADD to Jim. “From whom did you receive this?”

Jim took a deep breath, stood straight and pushed his chest out. “An instructor at my high school arranged to obtain it from a friend of his who is part of the Vulcan Science Academy. My instructor thought that it would be more interesting for me than what the school teaches here.”

Sarek gave him a blank look, but Jim knew he didn’t believe him.

“You understand this material,” although there was no inflection to the words, Sarek’s skepticism was obvious.

“There’s nothing really too complex or hard to understand in that,” Jim shrugged. “It’s certainly more interesting and challenging than anything taught at Riverside High.”

“Fascinating.”

“Sarek, dear, give him back his PADD. We have all had a long day and I’m sure Jim would like to get ready for bed.”

Sarek nodded at his wife and gently placed the PADD back on the chair. With a quiet nod at Jim, Sarek stretched two fingers out to his wife, who met his fingers with two of her own. Fingers still touching the two of them left, heading back to the guest room.

Jim let out the breath he had been holding. He didn’t know what it was about the older Vulcan, but he left Jim feeling shaky as a newborn and yet Jim also felt the need to go all ‘alpha male.’ Was it because he was an adult male in Jim’s territory? Crap. This couldn’t end well.

Turning away from the empty doorway, Jim went about putting out the fire and straightening up any loose books. When still no sounds of his guest returning came, he grabbed the PADD, shoved it in his backpack and headed back upstairs to his room.

As Jim entered his room the sound of the shower running came through the door, letting him know Spock was still using it. Jim set down the backpack and grabbed a clean pair of boxers and a shirt. Jim was hesitant to knock on the door to see if Spock would be done soon. He wanted a shower but didn’t want to disturb Spock or risk using the shower in Frank’s room.

Deciding a shower could wait until tomorrow, Jim stripped out of his cloths, pilling them on the floor by his dresser. Naked, the shock of this mornings revelation returned. He wasn’t really Jim Kirk, if anything he was a Jamie Kirk. Christ but he couldn’t get over the fact he had breasts and a cunt now!

Jim couldn’t help but run his hands over his new body taking in all the strange and exciting sensations that rippled through his flesh directly to his soaked and dripping cunt. His hand drifted lower over his belly causing his legs to clench and rub. God, but it was almost unbearable how badly he wanted to keep touching himself, herself. He couldn’t, shouldn’t though. God, he should stop because he couldn’t let Spock see!

Oh, Spock…

Spock!

Jim’s eyes snapped open, his hand jerking away from the damp slice of skin they had been stroking as he realized the sound of the shower had stopped. Jim cursed under her breath, but didn’t turn to face the bathroom door. She could hear the sound of someone else breathing heavy behind her. Jim swallowed hard and turned around, eyes locked on the floor.

‘Shit,’ Jim thought, ‘He saw me!’

Sure enough his eyes saw a pair of slightly green damp feet. Those feet were connected to a pair of long legs, which met at sharply jutting hips. Jim tried not to blush as he took in the sight of Spock pelvis. Unlike Jim’s had been the day before, Spock’s was flat and smooth save for a vertical slit that was a slightly darker shade of green than the rest of his body. As Jim watched Spock’s body shivered, a trail of water sliding down his body, over the slit, which began to part, revealing the jade colored head of Spock’s cock. Jim’s breathing came out in harsh panting breaths as he watched the jade flesh push further and further out, until a long column of flesh was revealed. It was similar and jet so different from a humans. The shape was similar if slightly thinner toward the tip and thicker at the base, than a humans was. It was also a bit longer, the flesh damp and shinny, unlike a humans.

A low rumble. A purr, made Jim raise his eyes, higher, away from the tempting flesh.

Spock’s abdomen was flat and smooth, the muscles defined just enough to notice and tempt Jim to reach out and touch them. His shoulders were broad and strong.

Spock’s finger reached out, touching Jim’s face lightly, caressing his cheek. His other hand reached out, sliding down Jim’s pubic bone and into the hot wet cavern of Jim’s new female parts. Jim cried out, hands gripping Spock’s arms, hips bucking into Spock’s hand.

“You are wet,” Spock removed his fingers, making Jim moan at the loss. Raising them, Spock studied the fluids soaking his fingers. “Most fascinating. You are producing this naturally.”

“God, yes,” Jim grabbed Spock’s hand, thrusting it back between her legs. She had been female all day and hadn’t had a chance to explore her new body. Then along comes Spock and damn but the sight of Spock had left her all hot and bothered. And that voice! God his voice was smooth and heavy, and Jim could tell it would become deeper as he aged, until it was like a deep, sinful caress of velvet. And now, to top it off, she had a naked, wet Spock standing in front of her. Damn if the sight didn’t leave Jim feeling like a bitch in heat.

Jim pressed himself up the length of Spock’s body, hips moving against both Spock’s hand and his groin. Spock’s fingers were soft yet firm, hesitant, but slowly growing bolder. The feel of them moving deep inside felt so good! Better than anything she had ever done to himself.

Jim continued to hold Spock’s hand, trying to guide it in masturbating her. Her other hand reached up to the back of Spock’s neck, pulling Spock to her. When their lips crushed together, Jim found her body jerking on Spock’s hand, her mouth opening with a gasp. Jim pressed their lips back together, her pink tongue pushing into Spock’s mouth, tracing every inch of the hot, wet cavern. Spock tasted like tea, heat and some spice unknown to Jim.

Spock began pushing his tongue against Jim, moaning into Jim’s mouth. Jim clutched Spock to her, rubbing their bodies together, silently begging for more. More of those wicked fingers delving deep inside, more of that tongue making demands of her own, and more of that other hand which had moved from her face to her back. That hand was sliding down Jim’s back leaving a riot of tingling sensations flooding Jim’s senses and his mind.

Spock pulled their mouths apart with a gasp. Jim found her head leaning to the side, exposing the naked length of her neck. Her chest heaved, pressing her breasts against Spock’s chest. The feel of Spock’s light scattering of chest hair against her nipples sent shivers down her spine, straight into her groin.

Spock’s dark eyes, as rich and sinful as the finest chocolate, seemed to get darker as they traced the contours of Jim flushed face and swollen lips. Somehow Jim knew Spock was savoring the feel of their bodies pressing together just as much as she was. Spock leaned in, nuzzling his face into Jim’s neck, his breath hot against Jim’s skin. Jim’s body arched and she bit her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as Spock’s mouth began working at his neck every bit as vigorously as he had on Jim’s mouth.

The pressure inside her body was building with an insane speed. With each slow glide of Spock’s tongue up her neck, with each stroke of those fingers deep within her slick passage, Spock brought her closer to orgasm. Spock’s other hand had once again moved from her face back to her buttocks. The long fingers clutched her buttocks, lifting Jim off the ground, holding her so that only Spock’s body pressed against Jim’s, and the hand gripping Jim’s ass, was keeping Jim from dropping to the floor. Spock moved them slowly towards the wall at Jim’s back, each movement sending Spock’s fingers deeper into Jim’s willing body.

Jim whimpered as her back hit the wall, her body giving a violent shiver as he moved inexorably closer to an ever approaching cliff. Jim wasn’t sure what would happen when Spock drove her over that cliff. A part of her felt terrified at the newness of the sensations and another part reveled in them and in the realization that it was Spock causing them. She wanted it, wanted Spock, with every once of her being.

“Spock,” the name came out in a long breathy moan. “Oh, Spock! Please!”

Jim opened her eyes, unsure when she had closed them, to find Spock watching her. His gaze like a pair of hands running over Jim, possessive in their touch.

Jim gasped and moaned as Spock’s hand, still slick with her fluids began to fondle her breast. He tweaked, pulled, pinched and rolled Jim’s nipples until Jim was begging him for more, to finish her, for something! Spock’s hand vanished, leaving her gasping and panting, eyes nearly in tears with the overwhelming need for release.

“You will say my name,” it came out in a low rumbling growl, more command than request.

“Spock,” Jim cried out.

An almost fereal smile spread over Spock’s face. The sight of such a fierce smile on a face that until then had been almost a blank mask, was easily one of the most arousing things Jim had ever seen.

Spock lifted Jim higher and took Jim’s breast into his mouth, tongue sliding over the hard nub. Spock’s fingers took the opportunity to plunge back into Jim, stroking over her clit. Jim’s body clenched tight, the tension inside her peaking, breaking and flooding her with pleasure. Through the pleasure raking her body, Jim could feel Spock’s cock like a branding iron, pushing against Jim’s thigh. The feel of the silken flesh, hard as iron, the small tremors of pleasure vibrating in Spock’s flesh, the light brush of that black hair against her skin, was enough to push her over the edge. Jim came, body arching into Spock, hands sliding up Spock’s neck, over his gracefully pointed ears and into the pitch-black hair.

As the last spasms of pleasure began to fade, Jim found her body going limp in Spock’s arms. Her chest was heavy, pulling in huge, gulping breaths. Jim blinked slowly, moaning in pleasurable aftershocks as Spock removed his fingers from Jim’s dripping cunt. Jim watched Spock as he raised his hand to once again stair at his slick and dripping fingers, soaked in the flood of Jim’s release. Something about the sight was incredibly erotic. So much so that Jim felt arousal begin to build between her legs again.

Suddenly both of Spock’s hands were on her ass, lifting Jim so that she had to wrap her legs around Spock’s hips. The movement caused Jim to cry out as she felt Spock’s erection brush the sensitive opening of her body. Even as Spock moved them away from the wall to the bottom bunk, he managed to keep Jim just high enough on his hips that Jim would constantly feel Spock’s erection but never be able to be penetrated by it. It was maddening. It was electrifying. It was going to bring her either to the brink of orgasm or the brink of madness. Either way Jim knew it would be life altering.

Spock carefully lowered them both onto the bed, the movement startlingly graceful. Jim had been sure that Spock would have tossed her onto the bed and then pounced on her if the almost feral look in his eyes were accurate. But instead Spock was gentle. No one had ever really been gentle with her before. It was . . . nice.

Spock sat on the bed at Jim’s side, fingertips tracing patterns on Jim’s thighs. Jim couldn’t help but smile at him. Jim had never felt as loved and happy as he did at this moment, sitting here with an alien hybrid he had only know for a few short hours. It had to be fate that they had met. She couldn’t imagine what her life would be like from this point forward, knowing there was someone out there who could look at her like Spock was looking at her. Even if she never saw him again, which she truly hoped wouldn’t happen, she knew this one night would help to fill that empty place inside her heart.

Her eyes met Spock’s and Jim licked her lips, stretching her hand out until her fingers grazed the silken skin of Spock’s hard shaft. The organ was flush a dark jade, almost emerald in color. The skin was slick with some kind of naturally produced lubrication that seem to be natural coming out of the pores on the organ and there just under the head of the cock was a hard little nub. Jim wasn’t sure what the nub was for but when he touched it Spock threw his head back and cried out. The sight was enough to leave Jim panting, fingers rubbing over the spot again and again, until Spock had to grab her wrist, eyes begging her to stop before she could bring him off. Jim smiled slyly at Spock as he released Jim’s wrist. Jim let his fingers move back down the alien erection, tracing the almost female like lips that the shaft rose out of, before sliding out to the skin just below. The skin there had a similar texture to Spock’s erection and bulged slightly away from his hips, almost like a Ken dolls. Jim was fairly sure that the bulging flesh housed Spock’s testicles as Jim’s own scrotum had before his sudden alteration of gender.

Jim gazed up at Spock from under long lashes as his fingers once again traced their path back up to Spock’s throbbing cock. Jim traced the vein on the underside from based to tip, putting slightly more pressure on the hard nub, before wrapping the head in a fist. She gave an experimental squeeze and finding the right amount of pressure, gave the cock a long pull down and back up, twisting her fist over the head.

Spock’s chest seemed to vibrate as he let out a rumbling purr that sounded suspiciously like, “Jim.”

Suddenly, Jim found herself on her back, her legs spread and Spock kneeling between them. He lifted Jim’s hips, spreading her legs wider until he could nudge against Jim’s entrance, His hand moved over Jim’s rounded hips, combing through the golden curls to delve between her lips. Jim’s new folds parted gently at Spock’s touch, an electric tingle following the path of Spock questing fingers. Jim knew Spock would find her wet and ready for him.

His finger moved away from the tempting flesh so that his erection could nudge at Jim’s entrance, hot and insistent. Jim wanted Spock. Wanted him to thrust, needed him to thrust, needed to feel him deep inside where no one else had touched Jim. And God above did it feel good when he did! There was a brief sense of pain and then Jim felt herself open for Spock. Her body rippling around Spock’s length, teasing and hugging his cock in a wet but firm embrace. Spock moved in and out of Jim with long, smooth strokes, Jim’s body, and her thoughts surrounding him.

It may have started slow and gentle, but like their kisses before, Spock was soon taking Jim with gentle force, ruthless control and a primal passion. Jim had never felt so full, or so sexually hungry as she did at this moment as Spock began to thrust faster. His head nuzzled into Jim’s neck, his lips leaving hot wet kisses all the way up to her ears. Spock’s next thrust went deep, sliding hard against Jim’s cervix.

Jim’s control snapped and she came again, moaning and bucking beneath Spock.

She didn’t think she could move, her legs felt like weights had been tied to her ankles. Only Spock’s hands on her hips were keeping her in place. All Jim could do was stay there, still and submissive and let Spock take her, to quench his lust inside her.

And boy-oh-boy did Spock take her!

Rearing back, withdrawing until only the dripping tip of him remained inside her. Jim felt him grip her hips harder in one hand, the other reaching up to grip the blanket by Jim’s shoulder, bracing himself and Jim as he plunged back inside. Jim’s head flung back even as the force of Spock’s thrust pushed her up the bed. Jim tried to brace herself, spreading her legs wider, her hands clutching at Spock’s back and shoulders.

Still Spock pushed up and plunged back in a long, smooth glide, his cock rubbing against Jim’s clit, making Jim cry out and thrust back onto Spock’s length. Jim was sure she was making enough noise to bring Spock’s parents rushing into the room, but for the life of her, she couldn’t make herself care. Every inch of her body, inside and out, was vibrating, singing its praise for Spock. Maybe this would just be a one-night stand, but at this moment Jim felt truly loved. She felt cherished and protected, as she never had before.

At that moment, James T. Kirk fell madly in love with Spock.

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Spock didn’t understand why seeing Jim standing nude in the bedroom had snapped his strict control so badly. Perhaps it was the smell of her lust, the shock of realizing Jim was female, or maybe it was the almost shy look in her eyes as she gazed at him slowly being transformed by her obvious approval of his physical appearance. What ever the reason it had certainly done what nothing else ever had quite so badly, it had rendered mute all his Vulcan control and let his Human needs surge forwards. For a moment he was sure that he had been struck by an early Pon Farr, the need to touch, to claim her had been so strong.

He had kissed her and touched her in ways he had only vaguely dreamed of and never let himself actively think of while awake. Each touch of her flesh was intoxicating and Spock found himself throwing away all the logical reasons that told him they shouldn’t be doing this and simply threw himself into her.

He was buried inside her body, lost in the touch of her skin, the sound of her voice crying out his name, over and over again. There at the edge of his mind he realized he was picking up her emotions, her pleasure, her unconditional joy at his existence, through the intimate touch of their joined bodies. He didn’t care though, there was nothing wrong or disgusting about Jim’s mind and his joining and dancing as their bodies were. Something about this moment, something about her just felt right.

His hands moved, cupping the side of her face, fingers searching for the right spot to truly touch her. Then they found it and the sensations, the emotions he had only vaguely been aware of were filling his mind, their mind. He was awash in a sea of emotion and sensation that was and yet wasn’t his. He was aware of every physical sensation in his body and Jim’s body all at once. He felt it as he thrust into her willing, craving body and felt himself being filled by that same thrust that he knew he was making as if her body was his body. Their two selves were surging and blending into an indistinguishable maelstrom, one endless being. Their pleasure rose and fell together spinning and surging like a tsunami in his-their mind. Their flesh trembled, their emotions, all drove them wild and they-he gave into their own need. His-their hips hammered into them-her with a crazed, animalistic savagery. He-they could feel his blood surge faster into his-their cock, the flesh growing harder, thicker as the nub under the head shivered and extended from his cock, lodging into her-their feminine walls. A moment later, they stilled, the world stilled, time itself stilled, as every muscle in their body tensed and released as they cried out, voice as one, and came.


Tbc…