DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The story contents are the creation and property of Artimis and is copyright (c) 1999 by Artimis. This story is Rated PG-13 for slightly suggestive subject matter.
Just A Little Story
Christine gripped the base with trembling fingers. Uncertainty clouded her blue eyes.
"Go on." Spock's voice was a soft caress, like crushed velvet. "It's all right."
Christine let her tongue wander briefly over the tip before taking the whole of the long, slender shaft into her mouth. The tip bumped against the back of Christine's throat and she squealed, startled.
"Ssh." Light pressure against Christine's wrist calmed her.
Her movements were slow and hesitant at first, but soon Christine began to suck enthusiastically, until the muscles in her face hurt.
"Mmm." A soft moan of satisfaction made Spock smile. It wouldn't be long until...
"Oh!" Juice filled Christine's throat, which she gulped down straight away. *Perhaps I shouldn't have done that*, she thought vaguely.
Spock had said nothing about her system of suckling.
Christine sat back, touching the back of her hand to the moisture coating her lips. A dazed and blissful smile greeted Spock's eyes.
"Congratulations, Christine," he said. "You've just eaten your first Vulcan cream-filled popsicle."