I felt a vein begin to throb in my neck as the pressure of maintaining my composure grew. Tilloth's eyes were locked with mine and I felt like a mouse trapped by the stare of a cobra.
Tilloth began to caress her body. One hand cupped and squeezed her breasts whilst the other worked it's way downward, stroking her flesh as it went. Her fingers reached the soft, sparse white triangle of her pubic hair and her fingertips teased the outer lips of her sex. Slowly and deliberately she ran a slender blue finger down her puffily aroused labia, gradually applying more pressure till her outer lips opened like petals and her finger slid into her moist cleft. Her finger delved just inside her pouting sex as she coated it with the juices that were boiling up from her depths, then she eased deeper slipping her finger inside her.
"Imagine the feeling of your cock sinking into me Skylar." Tilloth said, her voice low and hypnotic. "Pushing past my lips and into my tight wet pussy."
I could imagine this only too easily. My cock was throbbing so hard I felt it might explode. My fists were clenched so tightly from the effort it was taking not to rush forward and succumb to Tilloth's advances I could feel my fingernails cutting into my palms.
Tilloth took a step forward and involuntarily I stepped backwards a pace to maintain the distance between us.
"Ooooh, is poor little Skylar frightened?" Tilloth mocked. "I suppose I'll have to satisfy myself another way."
With that Tilloth squatted down on her heels spreading her knees apart. She pulled her finger out from her sopping pussy and reached out for the candle I had left on the floor. Her finger touched the tip and the flame was extinguished with a soft hiss. Tilloth grasped the thick candle and using the ball of her thumb moulded the softened wax on the candles tip into a dome. She lifted the candle to her mouth and her pointed purple tongue darted out and proceeded to coat the thick shaft with her saliva. When she was satisfied that it was sufficiently lubricated she reached down with her free hand and held her vaginal lips open as she positioned the candle at her sex's gaping entrance.
With a sigh of satisfaction the tiny Andorian pushed the greasy shaft up herself, twisting the candle round to ease it's passage. Inch by inch the candle disappeared until a good six inches was buried in her hot wet gash. With only a couple of inches left protruding for her to hold Tilloth stopped, then slowly eased half it's length out again before sliding it back inside her.
"Mmmmhh." She purred blissfully. "This feels so good."
Tilloth worked the candle in and out of her hungry snatch, moaning ecstatically. The candle made small wet sounds as it moved. Her sex distended around the thick shaft.
Finally I could take no more of this torture, I threw my head back and let out a bestial roar as my control snapped completely. I lurched forward towards Tilloth like a drunkard, ripping my robe off.
Tilloth laughed with delight and fell backwards to lie on the floor, spreading her legs in invitation the candle's base still emerging from her sex. I knelt between her outstretched legs, pulled the candle free and readied my rock hard cock to replace it. Supporting myself on my knees and one hand I grasped my cock with the other hand and guided it's tip to the teasing Andorian's sodden pussy. Without further preamble I thrust my hips savagely forward, sinking my cock to the hilt in one motion. I howled with frustration as the last shreds of my self control evaporated. I had failed! I could be of no help to the Captain at all.
I heard Tilloth scream with triumph as I slid easily into her well lubricated cunt and she thrust her hips up at me. I immediately began to fuck her with frantic, powerful strokes, relishing the burning heat of her velvet sheath about my manhood. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and a picture came to my mind of a dam about to burst. This mental image, combined with the holodeck scenery sparked a memory of a lesson I had attended in the real temple of Solok. A Vulcan master had taught us to suppress states such as hunger or tiredness by giving these states a tangible image. I thought again of a dam, but this time a mighty and strong dam withstanding the flood against it.
I felt the pressure of an impending orgasm recede. My breathing calmed and I slowed the pace of my fucking, settling into a steady rhythm. Tilloth looked up in surprise as she felt the urgency of my movements within her decrease. Then she grinned as she realised she was going to receive a long, hard fucking rather than the brief desperate screw she had expected.
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