The family gathered in the corridor just outside their quarters. Loki, Lane, and Jeremy, being neither empathic or telepathic, had to be summoned from their security negotiations, but everyone else was pulled by the feel of their husbands’ need. Ruth gave a quick account of Spock’s behavior, then pointed out Jilla’s recent cleaning binges and Sulu’s oversleeping.

“Spock’s always known before this,” Jim put in. His voice held only a touch of wary anxiety. This was to be his first experience of pon farr from the inside, the first time he would have sexual contact with the man who had been his closest friend for fifty years. “His behavior has always been erratic for days beforehand.”

“And Jilla usually figures it out, too,” Jeremy added.

“Besides, you said he rejected you, Spike,” Lane said. “Does that make sense for a man in the throes of a mating frenzy?”

“They are in the blood fever,” Jilla replied quietly. “I can feel it.” Calaya, holding tightly onto Del, nodded.

“And salish is screaming it,” Terry muttered.

“So how could he have not known?” Loki insisted. “Why did he reject his mate, his salish, for Devri’s sake?”

“Okay, “Ruth said, rubbing her temples. “This hit with only a few hours warning. Spock’s been moody all day. Usually it’s more noticeable than this, unless it’s triggered by Jilla or Terry. And this is obviously not the case, unless…” She glanced at the Indiian. “Jilla?”

“I feel - edgy,” Jilla replied. “Anticipatory. But I do not detect the kind of - hunger - that usually accompanies The Time.”

“And I got hit with this coming in from a test run,” Terry rejoined. “No symptoms before that, other than feeling restless.”

“I not havin’ no headache,” Del offered.

“Wait a minute,” Jim broke in. “Jilla, you said they are in the blood fever. Is it possible that this began with Sulu?”

“Oh shit!” Ruth groaned. “Not began with, but I’ll bet you the next passel of kids he picked it up in the beginning stages from Spock and is amplifying the hell out of it.”

“Which would explain why Lord Husband is in there fucking him to death instead of one of you lovely ladies,” Lane nodded.

“All right,” Jim said. He dusted his hands together as though ridding himself of the understandable tension. “Ruth, Jilla, Del, get the privacy shields reinforced. Jeremy, Lane, take care of transporting the Nest and staff planetside. Terry, get my daughter off the ship.”

“Already done, Uncle Jim,” Terry said.

“Sarek and Jenshahn need to leave.”

“And Luthien and Sorrm and Danny,” Ruth reminded. “They can help keep the kids calm.”

“I’ll inform ship’s crew as well,” Jeremy said.

“Fifteen minutes, people,” Jim stated. “Let’s move it.”

Sulu was soaring on the feeling of Spock’s hard, engorged cock moving in him. All the defiance - even the memory of it - had faded, leaving only the delicious thrill of fear and obedience. He was bruised, he knew, and there was blood seeping from the teeth marks on the back of his neck, but it only added to the heady desire coursing through him. His own cock ached, throbbing with need and he reveled in the sensation. His mind eagerly fed it to his bondmate, relishing the fact that it would increase Spock’s rampant hunger. He was owned, completely possessed, driven only by the desires of his Lord Husband. He would know satisfaction only when Spock allowed it, with only those of their mates Spock offered to him. The knowledge screamed raw ecstasy though him and he was again blinded by a red explosion. But this time, it was of savage, mindless, animal passion.

Jade had not dared to interfere with the mating display taking place on the floor. She knew Spock would have to thoroughly dominate Sulu before he could turn his attention to the true object of The Time. Her own need throbbed within her, hot and aching. She wondered briefly, if she felt this hungry, why hadn’t the empaths and sensitives in the family stormed in, falling into an orgy of bestial fucking? Then she realized that Spock’s need to completely subdue his Warrior Bond was undoubtedly keeping them at bay as well.

She curled up on the bed, deliberately controlling her breathing. When Sulu’s cries turned from desperate fury to desperate lust, she slowly began to inch her way toward him.

The unmistakable scent of female slowly began to permeate Spock’s senses. He slowed his thrusts into his salaq’in’s body, opening his eyes to scan the small room. All was tinged with green, but his vision was clear enough. The male beneath him moaned, pushing insistently against him. He grasped the writhing hips, stopping their movement, sending a command: Be still. He felt the shudder, but his mate obeyed. He pulled his shoulders up, rising to his knees, remaining fully sheathed inside his mate’s cool body as he searched for the source of the scent. His mate whimpered. Spock could feel his anal muscles contracting around his lord’s swollen cock, begging for more. The pressure was heady, but not enough to fully distract him, so he let it continue. The male moaned again, this time sending the plea to his master’s mind;

Please, husband, I can’t stand it, fuck me!

His answer was harsh: Question me again and I will leave you altogether. To emphasize his point, he withdrew an inch. His mate gasped and fell silent, motionless.

He saw her then. The female was coming slowly toward him on hands and knees, her movements as wary and respectful as was appropriate. When she caught his gaze, she froze, lowering her head in proper submission. Her skin was pale, smooth, the dark hair falling around her shoulders. Interest flared, instinct asserting itself. His Warrior Bond was conquered, there would be no challenge from him. He would test it, just to make certain, but he had little doubt of the outcome.

He laid his hands flat against the small of his mate’s back, warning him not to move. Then he slowly, deliberately began withdrawing from the tight orifice, allowing the female to fully appreciate the size of his organ. A soft cry of despair came from his mate, and it irritated him. He slapped the firm buttocks, pushing the male’s hips flat to the floor. His eyes gleaming, he spoke to the female, a low command of arousal and hunger.

“En kah.”

The words vibrated in Jade’s ears. En kah - come. There was no denying that command, not if she valued her skin. A male in plak tow would seriously injure a disobedient female to insure compliance. Her breath caught as she crawled toward Spock, keeping her eyes down. She had never been the first female Spock mounted before. In her past experiences with pon farr, Ruth or Jilla had been called to service his need first. As the family’s doctor, she knew the kind of damage he could do. Ruth could heal it; and Jilla, with her Vulcan genetics, was able to withstand the sheer force of the coupling. She thought briefly of what Sulu’s pelvis must look like and shivered. Still, she didn’t stop her careful progress toward her Lord Husband.

When she was close enough to him, one hand shot out, grabbing her hair, pulling her the last foot or so to him. He raised her head to his, snuffling through her hair and down her throat. He growled, a deep purring sound, and yanked her head back, licking at her skin. She was pulled on top of Sulu’s prone body and heard him groan. Spock continued pushing her back, his lips and tongue tasting her body; throat, shoulders, underarms, breasts, stomach. He nibbled and bit as he went, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make her startle and gasp. He reacted with a pleased growl and let go of her hair. His hands moved down her body, as Sulu’s had moved up it only a short time previously. He gripped her hips, pushing her farther up on Sulu’s back. She placed her feet and elbows on either side of Sulu’s body, shifting upwards. She felt his tongue moving again, down her abdomen, licking the fold between torso and thigh. His hand grasped her knee, pushing it toward her body, his tongue bathing her skin with steady arousal. Up and down her thigh he licked, again nibbling and biting. Then he pressed his face against her vaginal folds and inhaled deeply.

Urgency shot through Jade’s body. She writhed against Spock’s lips and tongue, grinding herself up to him, moaning hungrily. She was aware of Sulu’s body trembling beneath her, of the movement of his hips just below hers. There was the sound of a sharp slap, and the movement stopped.

The scent gave momentary confusion, for it was not the coppery tang he expected. The female was not Jenshahnii. Still, it told Spock everything he needed to know. She was receptive, ready to be mounted.

He took a long, luxurious taste of her juices, savoring the salty flavor, feeling her flesh quiver in reaction. He pulled himself up from his knees, and grasped her slender waist. It took no effort to turn her body over to the proper posture of submission. He bent her knees, guiding her to place one on either side of his bondmate’s body. He pressed against her neck, pushing her shoulders down to the strong back beneath her. Squatting over her, enjoying the knowledge that his taking her would grind his Warrior Bond to the ground, his fingers opened her and he thrust into her.

Relief began immediately, and he became aware of just how strong the desire had grown. A small, sentient part of his mind evaluated that fact, and reached a conclusion; he had not suffered with increasing flashes of hunger, had not fought the inevitable for days while his body burned itself to irrationality. He began to examine why when the animal roared verdant lust through him, scattering thought and reason.

The tasks were accomplished quickly, and the family gathered again. Jim opened the door to the quarters manually, silently, and herded everyone inside, then voice-locked the door. No one would now get in or out without him being rational enough to calmly state his name. Jilla, Calaya, and Terry were glowing, grey and jet eyes taking on a hard-edged gleam. Del was stumbling, holding desperately to Jeremy, sweat beading on his skin. Ruth’s fists clenched and unclenched, her breathing rapid and shallow. Jim was quietly directing the removal of clothing, refusing to show his nervousness or his fear. The sounds coming from deeper within the suite of rooms were soft, only the usual moans one might expect from a couple making love. That’s not right, Jim thought. Could they be wrong about Spock’s condition? He glanced at his mates. No, not from their reactions. What the hell was going on? This was the strangest pon farr he’d ever seen.

The strangeness was shattered as Jade’s scream echoed through the quarters.

Jim found himself racing to the back bedroom, crying his wife’s name. He was nearly overrun as the empaths and sensitives pushed past him. Their cries and snarls were animalistic, and he only caught one coherent word, kroy’kah; the Vulcan command to stop.

Jade screamed as Spock thrust brutally into her. The strength behind the penetration was overwhelming, his cock so hot it nearly burned. He was longer, thicker, harder than any man she had ever known, more than even he had ever been before, even in pon farr. Was this because she was the first? Did the first coupling actually diminish the engorgement that significantly?

His fingers dug into her buttocks, holding her still when he withdrew, pulling her savagely back into each thrust. She cried out freely, very aware that Sulu was arching his hips in a counter to Spock’s rhythm. He was actually helping push her up into the relentless pummeling.

Then came a cry of “Kroy’kah!” in what sounded like Jilla’s voice. Both Spock and Sulu froze. Jade turned her head, blinking away the tears of pain. Blurs of silver and gold and dark tan skin burst into the room. She saw Jilla drop into a feral crouch.

“Kah farr’eni et’ta!” Jilla hissed. Jade’s mind automatically translated.

My mate, I forbid this!

Spock snarled an answer: You dare? I take what I will! Be silent and obey!

He began again to move in her. She heard the cry of rage, then felt Jilla’s body slamming into hers, knocking her sideways, off of Sulu’s body, away from Spock’s. The Indiian’s small hands were like claws raking at her chest and throat and face, the silver sheen so bright Jade had to close her eyes. Spock bellowed furiously and Jilla moved off of her, her snarls becoming urgent whimpers. When Jade again looked, Jilla was on her hands and knees, her shoulders pressed down to the deck. She was fully exposed, the dark grey folds with its halo of burgundy visibly wet. Enticing, unbearably erotic sounds came from deep in her throat as she slowly inched her way backwards, toward Spock. He, too, was on hands and knees, his nostrils quivering. Jilla’s clean, fresh scent was overpowering. She gave a soft call, a breathless plea as impossible to resist as had been Spock’s earlier command of the same word: en kah.

Spock nearly leapt on her, plunging his cock into her with a ferocity that made Jade wince. Jilla’s cry was obviously of passion rather than pain, need shouting from her even to Jade’s mind-blind senses. She heard Sulu’s desperate moan and looked around the room.

He crouched next to the rutting couple, nuzzling at their bodies. His cock was hard, straining towards them, the engorged head shiny with its own fluid. Spock turned his head to give one sharp command and Sulu groaned, falling back onto his haunches, eyes closing in utter misery.

The fire was getting to be too much. Ruth understood better than any other non-Vulcan why Spock had to have things done in a particular way. First, Sulu had to be cowed, which was why Spock had rejected her advance in the rec room. Jade had been taken because she was female and available. No male in pon farr would ignore a woman who was naked and aroused. She understood, too, Jilla’s reaction. Jilla was Vulcan, at least genetically. Her drive to claim the attention of her mate was as strong as Spock’s was to subdue Sulu. She would have fought off any other who attempted to come between her and Spock.

But I‘m next! she thought furiously. Me and Terry! We’re salish, we’re burning right along with him! It was only her strong shielding abilities as a keheil that kept her mind functioning at all. She could feel the raw hunger pounding at her senses, at Terry’s; the desperate need that made her nipples achingly erect and her cunt hot and dripping wet. The same hunger hardened Terry’s cock, the fire making his Indiian blood heat and glow.

Zilama, I can’t stand this much longer! Terry’s voice invaded her mind, breaking past her shields. Her lust doubled and was helplessly returned to her salishe, increasing his own, beginning the loop between them that would soon explode into mindless action.

Jeremy sat on the deck against the door and held onto Del, rocking his shuddering body. A relentless stream of nearly inaudible syllables escaped Del’s lips, “god, god, god, god, god…” The need was tangible, bitter and aching. Jeremy knew well the restraint Del was feeling. Being neither empathic or telepathic, he couldn’t discern it, but Spock’s silent command still held him, He burned to go to Sulu. The desire to suck the throbbing cock, to give his beloved the release of his tongue and lips, was close to overwhelming. He did his best to soothe Del, to make the waiting bearable. Spock would have to claim them all before they would be allowed the pleasure of each others’ bodies, which was why he was comforting Del, and not Calaya. Her Indiian sensitivity coupled with Del’s empathy would make it impossible for them to properly submit to Lord Husband’s demand. And they had a long time to wait. Being male, he and Del were far down in the pecking order of the family: Sulu was Warrior Bond, first in all things. Jilla was next, First Wife due to her Vulcan genetics. Then came Spock’s salishe, Ruth and Terry. Jade was next, then Calaya and Loki, as subordinate wives. Then it would be his turn as subordinate male, then Del, then Jim, and lastly, Lane, the newest male member of the marriage.

He heard Spock’s triumphant roar, followed by Jilla’s high-pitched exhalation of passionate climax. Before the sound had faded, Ruth and Terry were streaks of gold and silver, leaping at Spock.

Life flooded the female’s body. The male’s hot semen triggered the hormonal change that meant continued existence for her as well as for him. But that life did not take root, the seed did not quite meet properly with a fertile egg. Therefore, though the desperate fear of painful, delirious death eased, the sexual hunger remained.

The female cried piteously as the male withdrew the sating erection from her vagina, his teeth letting go their grip on the back of her neck. She could smell another female, a familiar scent. Golden one, her senses told her. Mate also, not a rival. He claims her as he claimed me. She dropped her haunches to the ground, shaking the thick mane from her eyes to watch her mate, waiting for the time she could rejoin him.

Another scent reached her, a male smell, but too much like her own. It sent dueling waves through her: one, the desire for any organ, as long as her mate allowed it; two, a rejection that made no sense to her burning body. Her mind cried cub! which was preposterous since the male was clearly an adult. Son, my flesh, my child! The strength of the horror in her mind confused her, and she backed away.

Then came the third scent, also familiar, also male, but strong and compelling. Her desire flared, need claiming her once again. This, she knew! This one, too, was mate! This one, she could have!

She called to him, seeing the sleek, bronze shape, the sinewed muscles of arms and legs, the hard, throbbing erection. When he cried an urgent question to their Lord she nearly screamed in frustrated hunger. But the answer was of pleasure and permission, and she raised her hips in eager anticipation.

Sulu thought he might go mad. Spock’s hunger coupled with Jilla’s urgent need was delirium in his brain. He was desperate for some release, his cock needed to feel hot, wet flesh surrounding it. Silently, he begged his bondmate. You’ve already claimed Jade, she’s as hot as I am, please, please…!

Attend! was the only reply.

He knelt beside the furiously mating couple, blood pounding in his veins. It was impossible for him to disobey Spock’s commands now, and Spock wanted him to burn, to suffer. It demonstrated to all the others beyond any shadow of a doubt who was Lord. Sulu was Warrior, Sulu was equal, yet even he - strong, beloved, a master of dark desire and the aphrodisial mixture of pleasure and pain - even he bowed before the whim of his Lord Husband.

He flexed his fingers helplessly, aching to touch the flesh before him. The scent of sweat and the moisture from Jilla, Spock’s unique coppery smell as well as his own pre-ejaculate, plus the scent of Jade’s juices that was still on him was driving him insane. Coherency was slipping from him, tormented hunger replacing all other thought, all other emotion. Spock’s bellow of orgasm screamed pain into him. Jilla’s answering shriek was a slash of fire. He felt rather than saw Ruth and Terry leap upon Spock’s back, driving him away from Jilla, who dropped to the deck in momentary contentment. In seconds, Ruth was on her back beneath her husband, knees pulled up to her chest, screaming out her furious pleasure. Terry hung onto Spock’s back like a demented thing, growling passionately, teeth sinking deeply into Spock’s shoulder while his hips moved erotically against Spock’s back.

A deep, crimson film was coming over Sulu’s vision. He could barely breathe, the air in his lungs burning, his heart about to burst…

Then Jilla called.

Attend… came immediately from Spock’s mind.

Please!!! Sulu begged.

…her, Spock completed, and Sulu could hear the victorious amusement in his tone. His cock pulsing in agony, he blindly grabbed for Jilla’s hips.

Jilla cried out with the second completion. Her mate rode her with furious intensity. It sated the driving need within her, bringing her a joy beyond expression. She had needed her Lord’s sleek, olive arousal as she needed air to breathe, but this joining was cool water on a hot day, sweet fruit to break a long night’s fast. She purred her delight, squirming happily against the hard, filling thrusts.

Her luxuriant submission was beginning to penetrate to the male’s mind. Pleasure began to overcome his anguished desperation. He began to slow his fierce movements, to savor and revel in her welcoming heat. His mouth came to the back of her neck, licking the marks made by their Lord’s teeth. His own were almost gentle, nipping at her skin, arousing rather than claiming. She felt his hands coming around her, cupping her swollen breasts. His fingertips teased and pinched her nipples, sending shudders of enjoyment through her. The feeling made her pussy grip his cock and he moaned with delight. Then he grasped her right leg, awkwardly twisting it up so that her body had to turn until she was on her side, her left leg curled beneath her, between his. She gasped at the feel of her flesh sliding around his cock. She looked up at him, seeing the hungry, eager smile in his dark eyes as he began thrusting into her, holding her leg tightly to his chest.

Jade was breathing deeply, the aura of raw hunger tangible to her. It would grow, she knew, and would eventually engulf them all. For now, it was confined to the two knots of people on the deck - and her own burning desire. Being able to think rationally was as much a curse as it was a blessing. She had to consciously decide to approach one of them, which meant she had to consciously impose - and to consciously ask for attention.

She glanced at Terry. She had had many fantasies about him before the group marriage while he lived with her daughter. After all, he was a combination of Sulu and Jilla, two of her favorite subjects of fantasy anyway. And he was open in the extreme about sexuality. She recalled once when he had joined her and Jim on a family outing while on Terra. They’d taken the Windstar out on the ocean and he and Kelly had gone swimming. Naked. They’d played in the water, almost like two dolphins - including the innocent sexual play the sentient cetaceans were famous for. It had not bothered Terry in the least that he was teasingly penetrating and re-penetrating Jim Kirk’s daughter right in front of her mother.

The memory made Jade shudder. Then she realized that Spock had not yet claimed his young salishe. Which meant it would be tantamount to suicide to approach him.

And since his main attraction for you is that he’s both Sulu and Jilla, why not go to the real thing?

She moved quickly across the floor, her fingers suddenly itching for the feel of Indiian skin. Kneeling next to Sulu, she cautiously kissed his upper arm. The kiss said both I’m here and may I? He turned his head, letting go of Jilla’s calf with one hand, reaching to grasp behind Jade’s head. She rose with the touch, bringing her lips to his. There was no teasing now, just thirsty passion. Carefully she let her fingertips stroke Jilla’s thigh, still held closely to Sulu’s body. She watched his eyes, waiting until she saw the gleam of interest. Then she slowly lowered her head, kissing the soft, silvery skin. Impatiently, Sulu pushed her head down. Their combined scents filled Jade’s senses with longing, and she eagerly licked the flesh before her. She had loved Jilla’s fresh flavor the moment she’d first tasted it. It reminded her, and all the other Terrans in the marriage, of cucumber with a slightly bitter tang, as though the fruit was not quite ripe. Her tongue lapped at Jilla’s dark grey, swollen labia. The feel of Sulu’s cock pulling at it was heady and arousing. His own salty taste added to the feast, and she placed her lips around the engorged shaft, letting it pump through her mouth to plunge into the welcoming wetness. She heard his groan of approval and his hand entangled itself in her hair, pulling and pushing her from his cock to Jilla’s cunt and back.

Jade’s own pussy was aching. She reached between her legs, rubbing and fingering it, then felt Sulu’s hand leave her head to slap her buttock. She’d forgotten. Males in the blood fever were annoyed rather than aroused by a female pleasuring herself. She moaned in frustration. Sulu’s hand pressed against her hip, pushing her to move her body. She realized what he was doing, and quickly obeyed. Blood fever or not, he was still Human, still Sulu. She twisted her body around until her cunt was directly in front of Jilla’s face. Jilla gave a mewling cry and Jade heard the slap of Sulu’s hand against her thigh. He snarled at her, and with a whimper, Jilla pulled Jade to her mouth, slowly licking her moisture-drenched flesh.

Jade gave her own soft cry of ecstasy, beginning to writhe on Jilla’s lips and tongue. The genetic alteration that had given Jilla the fierce Vulcan drives had also increased the Indiian’s general level of agility, particularly that of her hands and fingers - and of her mouth. It was how she was able to so flawlessly speak the consonant-heavy Vulcan language. But it had added advantages. Jilla licked cunt better than any woman Jade had ever known. Sulu’s sudden grip on her hair made her realize she had, for a moment, stopped her concentration on his cock. She licked her lips and began again the delicious devouring of his and Jilla’s flesh.

Jilla knew what her mate wanted. It was frustrating to have to prepare another female for him. There was no thought in her of disobedience - she simply wanted his powerful cock all to herself. To make another female open and wet for him was contrary to instinct, yet the same fever that told her this, drove her to please her mates in all things. And she knew, though she could not have said how, that this act would only make his thrusts, while they lasted, harder and more sating. Her cry of disappointment was immediately chastised, and she submitted, bringing the female flesh to her lips.

The taste was salty, like his - then she realized she was tasting him! She had expected to taste her Lord - after all, she had seen him take the bitch with her own eyes. Had she been claimed by them both?

That thought brought joy to her. If both her mates had taken her, she, too, was mate. Smell, taste - these things told her to accept with eager delight.

She felt the tongue of the other female again pressing against her own wet folds. She felt her mate’s cock pushing deeply into her, despite the other’s mouth. Ardent desire overwhelmed her and she devoured the soft flesh with voracious lips and tongue and teeth.

Ruth was shrieking wildly, her incoherent words a shrill counter to Spock’s bestial howls. “Yes, fuck!… Oh god, fuck me… Lord… God…. Husband…. FUCK ME!”

Her scream of climax was deafening, and it had barely faded before Terry was tearing Spock away from her. The touch of Vulcan genetics inherited from his mother, and the fires of The Time, gave him strength to temporarily nearly equal Spock’s own. There was no sense of defiance in him, no need to fight for dominance or even equality. He reveled in his salishe’s ownership. Unashamedly he got on all fours before his husband, raising his hips with a demanding moan. “Kah-farr’n,” he purred urgently. “Kah-farr’n, zilos, kah-farr’n!”

Spock’s eyes were dark with plak tow, the whites having become almost solid olive green. His cock was throbbing visibly, even though Terry knew he had come at least three times already. The flashes of silver in Terry’s mind would become a blinding curtain of lightning when Spock penetrated him. He would be taken into the fever, his genetics responding to the stimulus of a mate in heat. Then he, too, would be controlled by the drives of The Time.

And he didn’t care one little bit.

There was no fear and no pain. The thrust of his Lord Husband’s cock into him was unadulterated pleasure. Their minds joined instantly, the salish making them one. Terry expected and rejoiced in the feel of Ruth’s essence, now more tightly intertwined with her salishe than usual. Her orgasm hadn’t cooled the fire within her, as Spock’s had not. There was no need for spoken communication, no need even to rely on gestures or instinct. Thought and desire were shared between them as one mind.

Like a gilded, sensual snake, Ruth writhed her way beneath Terry’s kneeling form. She spread her long legs, pushing with her heels to bring her wet flesh up to her husbands’ joined hips. With a grunt of approval, Spock pressed more deeply into Terry’s body, forcing it down to Ruth’s waiting, hungry folds. She grasped Terry’s engorged cock, guiding it inside her, shrieking with the heady gratification. Her fingers caressed both Terry’s elongated, pointed ears, and Spock’s, and she reveled in the spasms of urgency the action brought. She began to thrust up as hard as she could, her body ablaze with the power of their combined strength. Spock pumped harder in response, his brute strength punishing Terry’s anus. Caught between them, Terry cried out in animalistic ecstasy, the silver lightning claiming his senses.

The sensitivity that linked parent and child flared with Terry’s fiery ascent into the blood fever. Redoubled urgency seared into Jilla’s being, empathy carrying it to Sulu’s. Jade’s mouth was forgotten as Sulu grasped Jilla’s hips, pulling her writhing body into savagely renewed thrusts. Jilla screamed shamelessly, the piercing sound as full of passion as it was of submission. Her head was thrown back, her teeth bared, all sentience gone.

Jade quickly moved away from them, heart pounding. She could hear the sounds of desperation coming from the doorway. Del and Calaya couldn’t wait much longer, not and stay sane. Lane and Loki hadn’t yet been through The Time. They were likely to say to hell with waiting and start enjoying each other, not understanding how disastrous that would be. Even Jeremy and James, though Human and as mind-blind as she herself was, soon wouldn’t be able to withstand the subconscious pressure the Bond put on them. Yet Jade knew full well that if any male touched a female before Spock did, before Spock gave permission, their Lord Husband would very likely break the neck of that male without a moment’s hesitation.

She glanced at Calaya, saw the petite Indiian was crawling, obviously blinded by the heating of her blood, towards her husband. In his present state, Del would be unable to refuse her once their empathy and sensitivity touched. Swallowing the taste of Sulu’s cock and Jilla’s fresh juices, she hurriedly moved across the room, intercepting Calaya. She reached between her legs, deep inside her own cunt, wetting her fingers with Spock’s come. The moisture was spread on Calaya’s lips, and into her mouth. Calaya gasped, responding instinctively to that which tia told her was truth - she was called to serve her Vulcan mate. She turned fire-blinded eyes toward Jade, who backed up a few steps, then again wet her fingers. Jade held them out, enticing Calaya toward her, toward Spock, away from Del’s moans.

Spock’s teeth closed on the back of Terry’s neck as Terry’s bit deeply into Ruth’s throat. Orgasm raced through them all at once, sealing their union. Salish’s healing flashed through them as well, momentarily draining pon farr of its power. Terry collapsed on top of Ruth’s panting body, and felt Spock collapsing on top of his. Thoughts without coherent words tumbled over each other’s minds; love, devotion, renewal, joy. For a moment, Spock’s erection even began to fade.

Then Jilla cried out her need and Sulu bellowed his response. Terry gasped as the cock inside him immediately hardened, thickening all over again. Spock withdrew, pulled and called now, Terry knew, to a female mate. He tried to move out of the way, to offer Ruth’s sweat-streaked body to his Lord Husband, but Ruth’s hunger was too quick. She rolled, forcing him onto his back, holding his cock firmly inside her cunt as she climbed on top of him. Her huge eyes gleaming with savagery, she whipped her hair back out of her face and began riding his cock, pumping her body up and down on his. The fleeting sentience given by the salish fled, and Terry was again lost in the mindless storm of urgency.

Demand emanated from Spock’s very being. Jade knew that he would rip Sulu from Jilla’s body, again claiming his First Wife; she also knew that would only delay the full completion of the bond. She grabbed Calaya’s shoulders, violently pushing the Indiian towards Spock’s half-crouching form. Sensitivity responded, and Calaya lunged the rest of the way, pressing her small body eagerly against Spock’s. With a bestial grunt, Spock grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his cock. He stayed crouching, moving her body himself, his strength manipulating her as if she were no more than a rag doll. She cried out, gasping breathless Indiian syllables, her arms twining around his neck. He inhaled deeply at her throat, as he had done with Jade, then sank his teeth into the soft flesh. She shrieked, a cry of pain and longing.

Before Jade could react to warn Jeremy, Del had pulled himself away from the strong, restraining arms. He was roaring with fury, the sounds from Calaya burning him past all control. Not even the fact of the bond to Spock, nor his link to Sulu could harness the possessiveness of a male dominated, telepathically and empathically, by the blood fever.

Both Jade and Jeremy yelled, “NO!” and leapt for him. Jeremy caught an ankle, Jade skidding along the deck inches in front of him.

“Mine,” he growled, “mine, mine, mine!”

Spock heard the call of claim and glanced up from the sweetness of the female’s skin. That one challenges? he thought contemptuously. No warrior’s blood flows in him. His mind is disordered, weak. What does he think to threaten me with? He laughed at the presumption, then returned his attention to driving himself more deeply into the female’s eager body. She responded with a guttural groan and a spasming of the muscles in her already tight vagina. You see? he taunted the growling one. She much prefers a strong male.

The telepathic contact seethed in Del’s mind. His blood thundered with the fierce determination to take his wife from this interloper. He slashed at the hands holding him, both physically and telepathically. They fell back as if stricken and he pushed forward, again lashing out with his mind.

MINE!

He felt the surprise in the other male, the one who thought him weak. Before he could begin a counter, either with shield or attack, Del struck again, using his fury to fuel his mind’s assault. The mental blow hit, and he felt the other male shudder even as he shook it off.

You dare?! came hissing at his thoughts.

The female is mine! he hissed back, and sent a third raging bolt of energy. The other male roared in anger, rearing up, dropping the female to the ground. Del lunged for her, rolling right in front of the other male. He touched her thighs and she opened readily to him. With a cry of triumph, he mounted her, thrusting his hungry cock into her. Empathy and sensitivity joined and all thought of the other left them both.

Jade swore harshly under her breath. If someone didn’t act, and fast, Spock would break Del in two. She glanced at Jeremy.

“You see to Sulu,” she rasped at him. “I have to get Jilla for Spock.”

Wide-eyed and breathless, the security man nodded and started to crawl with her through the writhing bodies on the deck toward Sulu and Jilla. Jade steeled herself, then spoke as loudly as she could without shouting, in clear, strong Vulcan.

“Wife, Lord Husband has need. Attend!”

Jilla froze and Jade spoke again, this time in Anglo-Terran. “Warrior, your Lord has need of this female.”

Though there was no sentience in their eyes, Jade knew from their reactions that they had understood. Sulu dropped away from Jilla, letting go of her body. She gasped at his withdrawal, but dutifully began moving toward Spock. Her mewling call reached his sensitive Vulcan hearing, and he barked a furious command. Jilla rushed to obey, and Jade let out a shaky sigh of relief.

Jeremy moved closer to Sulu, knowing that when Spock again mounted Jilla, the hold of his Lord’s need would release him and Sulu might go after her. It was his job to stop that, to redirect Sulu’s unbridled arousal to one who would not further anger their Lord Husband. Jeremy desperately wished it could be himself. The bombardment of uninhibited sexuality was excruciating, the waiting unbearable. But Spock had not yet claimed him. If Sulu were to take him without Spock’s permission…

He saw the spark of raging hunger returning to Sulu’s eyes and prepared himself to pull his beloved toward Ruth and Terry. But Spock didn’t mount Jilla. Instead, he grabbed her arm, holding it firmly, while with his other hand, he reached for DelMonde’s thick, dark hair. He snarled a Vulcan obscenity as Del’s head was jerked back. Vulcan strength tore the Human’s body from Calaya’s, and before Del could react, Spock had pushed Jilla in front of him.

Jilla immediately bore down on Del’s body, forcing his cock into her. It was Spock’s turn to roar triumph as he reclaimed Calaya.

Sulu’s cry was frustrated rage. His Lord had taken the female from him, only to give her to another! He needed, why did his Lord torture him so? He called, urgent and pleading, but Spock was fiercely intent on his victory. The blood burned within him, hunger claiming his senses -

- and he felt a strong but gentle hand on his arm.

He turned toward it. The color of warm mahogany filled his sight, a color that soothed and promised more than comfort. He was drawn to it, his lips wanting to touch the color, his tongue longing to taste it. There was a murmuring sound in his ears, soft and dulcet, like the sibilance of ocean waves at night. The touch on his arm was urging him and he followed it, the color, the sound.

Ruth had collapsed onto Terry’s body with her fourth orgasm, her thick hair matted and falling over them both like a bizarre golden blanket. His cock was still hard inside her, the fever still raging within him. She knew he would be this way until Spock’s own fever broke; mindless hunger, a bright silver arrow of animal craving. The thought made her smile lasciviously. Being able to heal any minor tearing - or even any major bone-crushing - she never had any trepidation about pon farr. And she never allowed herself to think about the discomfort she’d be in when she actually got pregnant and all this stopped and her mates spend days moaning and groaning about their various aches and pains and bruises. The Time was the only time she actually got her fill of sex. Must have something to do with being Antari, she mused, somewhat giddy.

Terry groaned, his hips starting to again move beneath her. The sensation made her squirm with delight. She took a deep breath, kissing Terry’s full, dark lips, and squeezed her vaginal muscles as hard as she could. His hands clutched at her with bruising strength and she moaned her pleasure into his mouth. His body tensed beneath her, and she could tell he was about to flip them both over so he could more freely pound her hips into orgasmic mush. She shuddered greedily at the thought and started to raise herself off his torso, to help him.

Then she heard Jeremy’s voice, obviously coaxing, too soft for her to make out the words he spoke. She felt his hand on her back, and he whispered, “Stay where you are, Spike.” Terry growled a warning.

“Cobra, don’t…” she whispered back. “Terry will…”

“Not his father,” was Jeremy’s reply. Then he seemed to jump abruptly away from her.

Seconds later, Ruth felt Sulu’s hands on her buttocks, his mouth coming to the small of her back. Fire flashed through her, and from her to Terry. He started to move, to sit up, to challenge… but Jeremy had been right. As soon as he perceived the tia of his father, he relaxed, settling back down, his hips beginning to pump up into her. Shivering, she responded, gripping his cock, reveling at the pressure Sulu was exerting on her back. His lips moved up her spine, his fingers massaging her as they continued to force her body down to Terry’s thrusts. Her hair was pushed aside, she felt the weight of Sulu’s body as he climbed over her. His kisses reached her neck and he nibbled there, making her sigh. Then he urged her head over, leaning forward, claiming Terry’s mouth in a deeply erotic embrace.

Soon, both father and son were mouthing and licking her throat. Sulu’s hands were still kneading her buttocks, his fingers exploring her flesh with languid sensuality. Terry’s had moved forward to grasp and fondle her breasts and nipples. She writhed between them, pleasure washing through her. Sulu’s cock was hard against her rounded globes, Terry’s movement sending carnal delight to them both. She felt Sulu’s fingers pulling at her, spreading her wider. She moaned, pushing up to open to him. She expected to feel the head of his cock pressing against her anus. But Terry suddenly held her hips still, and with a shock that sent indescribable pleasure through her entire being, Sulu pushed his cock inside her cunt, rubbing against his son’s already sheathed erection.

Terry gasped, his tone one of urgent excitement. Sulu’s answering moan held a note of hedonistic amusement. Ruth could only gasp out crude words of savage satisfaction; “God… yes! Fuck… oh, god! … Fuck me! More! Fuck me!”

Both men started to move in her, sometimes in tandem, sometimes opposite each other. Neither ever fully left her. There were times when Sulu pulled his cock out so that just the engorged head was inside her, soaring on the feel of his son’s cock moving against him. Sometimes Terry did the same, using his genetically enhanced strength to hold her still for Sulu’s fierce thrusts. She was shrieking out her ecstasy, her throat hoarse, her cunt brutally, maddeningly stretched and aching. She had a fleeting, feral wish that there was room between her legs for their Lord Husband. To feel Spock’s enormous, blood-filled erection added to her already overstuffed…

The thought sent her over the edge. Orgasm screamed into her, her cunt spasming in glorious agony. Sulu’s teeth closed at the back of her neck and Terry bit deeply into her throat, just as Spock had. She felt both cocks spurting their hot fluid into her and she cried out, tears of perfect joy squeezing from underneath her closed eyelids. Her arms clutched at Terry as she again collapsed onto him, and she felt Sulu’s arms holding them both in a tight bear-hug as his body went limp on top of her.

Del had tried for a few brief, futile seconds, to free himself from the vise-like grip of Jilla’s knees and inner folds. Rage still thundered through him, the awareness that another male was possessing what belonged to him. He had called desperately to Calaya, but her sensitivity was raw, fully focused on the need of the bond and the fire in Spock’s blood. Then his own empathy overwhelmed him and he was swept into the storm of Jilla’s hunger.

Roughly he pushed her onto her back, his mouth finding hers. Growl was set against growl, each demanding the other’s ferocity. He thrust harshly into her and she responded with equal passion, driving herself up to his body. Her legs wrapped around him, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. Time ceased to have any meaning. They were both lost in the hedonistic explosion, no more than two animals locked in feral, savage union. Neither heard or reacted to the shrieks and screams and cries around them. Blood fever was all they knew.

Ruth’s scream pierced through Spock’s single-minded lust, the salish triggering his orgasm with hers. Terry’s and Sulu’s climax immediately afterward only added to its force. He had turned the female onto her belly before penetrating her again, his need to hold and mount her as instinct commanded governing his actions. With the flood of release, his teeth tore at the nape of her neck, his final thrust nearly breaking her pelvis. He had pulled her left arm behind her, holding it firmly to prevent any further interruption of his claim. The power of the orgasm tearing through him caused his hand to clench. He heard rather than felt the bones of her wrist snapping. Yet tia’s response held true, and she cried out not in pain, but with searing satiation.

With the urgency for female flesh momentarily sated, other drives asserted themselves. Spock pulled away from the gasping Indiian, focusing on the male who had dared to challenge him. Spock had proven himself superior, he had reestablished his claim on the female. Now he would teach the a’a’lrn the cost of defiance.

He found the male with ease. His mate was occupying him just as he had intended. She had taken him into the plak tow, holding him captive with mindless need until her Lord could properly attend to him. Spock growled his pleasure, approaching the rutting couple with animal stealth.

The sight was arousing. The female clung to the rapidly thrusting body of the male, almost hanging from him like ripening fruit on a vine. He could detect no thought from either of them, only the bestial incoherence of ravenous hunger. Centuries of instinct dictated his actions. He would bind the male to him, taking him from whatever Clan had given him his name. He would make the male subordinate to his Clan, to his name. Whatever the male owned would then be his, beyond all counter. The second silver female would be his, whether or not the male penetrated her. A vague, fleeting awareness flashed into Spock’s mind and was gone - that this had already been done - but the pull of biology and culture was overriding any such knowledge. And it hardly mattered. Even if the male had been mastered once, mastering him again would be supremely satisfying.

He leapt upon the male, heedless of the massive weight this would force on his mate. She was strong, she pleased him in all things, always. She would accept whatever discomfort might come from this act with obedient devotion. He felt the air rush out of the male’s lungs, and penetrated his anus before he could catch his breath. Immediately he began pistoning his cock into the tight, dry orifice, punishing and imperious, requiring capitulation and acknowledgement.

Jilla knew of Spock’s intention only a fraction of a second before he ruthlessly forced Noel’s body to crush her to the deck. It gave her just enough time to relax her muscles, preventing a serious injury. Spock’s penetration drove Noel impossibly deep into her, the exhalation of breath coming at the same time as the involuntary rush of semen from his cock. Then Del went rigid, gasping desperately for air as Spock tore into his anus over and over. Jilla waited as motionless as she could be, knowing that with the first flush of oxygen into his lungs, plak tow would return, and Noel would be restored to full arousal and need. Then the bond would again be set, Spock’s dominance again unquestioned - and she would be filled by both.

Jade had crawled wearily across the deck, curling up next to Jim. “Just don’t touch me,” she managed, then closed her eyes.

Jim shuddered. The subconscious pressure of the bond was an itching beneath his skin. He didn’t know if it was that, or the incredible sexual orgy going on in front of him, but he was aroused. He wanted his wife. He knew well what Spock was capable of in pon farr - after all, hadn’t the Vulcan killed him once before in its fever? That knowledge kept him from reaching for Jade, despite her closeness to him. It also kept him from realizing the absurdity of the idea of having been ‘killed once before.’ And he tried not to think about the inevitable at all. Spock would have to claim him, as he claimed Sulu, and DelMonde, and Terry. He loved Spock, as a friend, a brother. He knew Spock felt the same about him. Sexual attraction had never entered into their relationship. Even his joining the bond had been a decision based on that love and mutual respect, and Jim’s desire to repair and rebuild his marriage to Jade. He had borne the brief sexual contact necessary to set the bond then, and he would bear the fullness of it that was required now, but the memory of the pain sent tendrils of fear through him.

Calaya was curled on the deck almost comatose from the overload of emotion. Ruth, Sulu and Terry were in a sprawled heap, momentarily exhausted. Jim knew that state would last only as long as DelMonde’s breathlessness. When the feel of the relinking between the Cajun engineer and Spock reached their empathy, they would undoubtedly renew their savage union. Jilla’s return to her own animalistic mindlessness would feed that urgency, and since DelMonde’s defiance had interrupted the normal order of precedence, Jim could no longer count on Spock taking Loki or Jeremy before him.

He shuddered, then heard Del’s sharp intake of breath. He was immediately hit by a fevered rush of desire as Jilla let out a high-pitched shriek that was somehow equal parts dominance and obedience. Through suddenly red-tinged vision, Jim saw Sulu and Terry both reach for Ruth. Terry’s youth and Vulcan agility made his reflexes even faster than his father’s, and he was on top of and inside of Ruth first. DelMonde cried out his submission, and Calaya roused, her silver skin glowing, moving toward the ménage a trios of her husband, Spock and Jilla.

She didn’t get there.

Sulu caught her movement and pounced on her, calling insistently to Spock. The Vulcan turned his head, saw his Warrior awaiting his command. It obviously pleased him, for his answer was approving and arrogant:

Kah-if-farr, salaq’in.

Sulu drove violently into Calaya, his hands grabbing her hips to pull her back into his harsh thrusts.

Jim could barely swallow. He wanted to grab Loki, who was seated against the locked door, getting way too friendly with Lane, and throw her at Spock. He didn’t feel any more eagerness for the consummation of the bond, but since that was the only way he’d get to thrust his aching cock into Jade’s cunt…

Jeremy was shaking with hunger. He didn’t want to play the part of Bond Security, but as one of its mind-blind male members, it was his duty and obligation. The knowledge of Sulu’s arousal screamed inside him, the unconscious sense of the bond itself driving his natural tendency to submit way past all reason. It took every fiber of self-control he had to try and respect Spock’s needs. All he really wanted to do was interject himself in front of DelMonde, force Spock to fuck him, then present himself with utter servility and subjugate himself to Sulu’s every sexual whim.

He moved slowly and cautiously across the room, not disturbing the various couplings. Jim seemed affected by the cravings of the bond, but still under control. Lane and Loki, however, had no experience with the frenzy, and being Haven, saw no need to follow Vulcan rules - unless given a reason. Jeremy planned on giving them several.

Jilla’s cries of hedonistic satiation abruptly slammed into his awareness. The thought that DelMonde must have come worked its way into his brain, but it was barely coherent, forced out of consciousness as soon as it formed by Spock’s orgasmic bellow. Restraint fled and Jeremy turned, rushing toward Spock and Jilla - and the promise of Sulu.

Spock knelt up, dropping the body of his now thoroughly subservient mate. He felt the sweet flow of devotion and was content, his haughty superiority confirmed. It lasted only seconds until the fires again began to swell within him, once more engorging his erection. Bestiality returned with all its hungers and drives and desires. His senses told him there was yet another female to be claimed. Lifting his head, he began to search for her, using sight and scent and instinct to locate her.

But his attempt was blocked as ravening need swept over his senses. It was not defiant or rebellious, as had been the other males. It was a plea, desperate and urgent, imploring, beseeching; a supplicant abasing himself without humiliation. The frantic craving touched him, calling upon his instincts as protector and provider for his Clan. The female could wait - it was what females were meant to do; wait upon the call of their mates. This one who petitioned so unreservedly deserved his Lord’s attention.

He crooned softly, conveying his acceptance of the entreaty. His hand reached down, stroking his throbbing cock, offering and inviting. He saw the head of the dark-skinned male lower, and watched, intrigued. The cool wetness against his skin startled him, but was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure of the sensation. This male was licking his erection, actually running his moist tongue over the pulsating shaft!

Somewhere in the shadowed recesses of his mind, he knew this was not the first time such a thing had happened. Flashes of memory even showed him that his Warrior had served him in just such a fashion. The pleasure of the thought joined with the physical sensation and he reached down, grasping the male’s head, pushing his swollen erection fully into the open mouth.

Jeremy was ready for the thrust, hungry for it. As he felt Spock’s hands on his head, his throat opened nearly on instinct to accept the full length and girth of the hard, hot Vulcan cock. The myriad of tastes mingled on his tongue, sending signals of erotic subservience through him. He had never been squeamish about it - or maybe he had, and the thought of being forced to endure the tastes fed his submissive compulsions. Whatever the reason, sucking a cock covered with the juices and oils and fluids of several penetrations, particularly when those penetrated had been both male and female, was fierce arousal to his already starving senses. He helplessly grabbed onto Spock’s hips, moving his head up and down, the cock in his throat fucking it in frantic rhythm.

He was only able to enjoy the harsh sensation for a few moments before Spock pulled away from his mouth. The strong hands threw him to the deck and he swallowed convulsively, his throat spasming with the withdrawal. Delicious anticipation shot through him and he made himself get on all fours, his shoulders close to the deck, assuming the position of obedient submission. But Spock didn’t mount him. Instead, he heard a guttural string of commands which his mind couldn’t translate. Then Calaya cried out an entreaty, followed by the sound of a harsh slap. Jeremy looked up, nearly panting in desperation. Calaya was laying on the deck, face down sobbing with emotional overload. Sulu had left her and was crawling towards Spock, his dark eyes gleaming with his fevered madness. Jeremy’s heart rate picked up. Had Spock actually called to his Warrior? Did his telepathy, even in his animalistic state, pick up that it was Sulu who Jeremy wanted and needed? Did Clan instinct compel him to fulfill his mate’s need, even when that need was for someone other than him?

Sulu was close to orgasm when he heard his Lord’s instructions. Furious frustration screamed through him, but no defiance, and no thought of disobedience. He left the female, his body shuddering with the interrupted coupling. Then she cried to him, pleading with urgency and despairing need. It pulled at him, an animal instinct desperate to complete the mating. Blood pounded in his head - and his Lord’s command was the lightning to that thunder. How dare the female attempt to distract you from your Lord’s desires?! With a snarl of fury, he struck the side of Calaya’s head. She whimpered and prostrated herself, hiding her face, her body going still.

He felt his Lord’s approval, arrogant pride sweeping over him. He moved toward the lean, olive heat, eager to feel again the passion of his Lord’s claim. To suffer with unattended need would be sweet agony - but he knew from his Lord’s command that he would not suffer. The warm, mahogany color that had promised him comfort waited.

Spock watched the sensual movement of his Warrior with gloating satisfaction. He crawled more slowly than he might have, than he would have if his Lord had called in urgency rather than carnal delight. But this delay was permissible. It heightened his desires, it would make the penetration that much more fulfilling. He could feel from his Warrior that this was true also for him. But then, he is perfection. Would I expect less?

The lithe, bronze form reached him, rubbing against his thigh, nuzzling face and lips up against the heavy scrotum and along the long shaft of his cock. The dark eyes met his briefly, filled with utter devotion, then the bold gaze dropped in equally utter deference. He presented himself with fluid grace that was yet undeniably masculine, yielding and strong at once. He murmured an invitation, a deep growl of avaricious hunger. Spock placed his hands on the upraised buttocks, savoring the feel of his Warrior’s cool skin. His thumbs stroked the flesh surrounding the offered orifice and he was rewarded by the licentious arching of his Warrior’s back. His right hand reached up, grabbing the braid of hair and he pulled his mate’s head back with the forward thrust of his cock into the welcoming anus.

The pleasured groan was sweet, both in his ears and in his mind. He thrust again, again pulling on the braid of hair. His mate’s head was raised and Spock pulled harder. Sulu’s body rose to its knees, the back of his head coming to rest against Spock’s shoulder, the delicious skin of his throat bared. Spock bent his head, licking and biting at that tender flesh, then softly reminded his mate of the second half of his command. He both heard and felt the chuckle of lascivious expectation, and moved his hands to his mate’s hips in anticipation of his own.

Sulu had not uttered one coherent word since the blood fever had taken him, with the exception of Kah-farr’en, the Vulcan word that translated literally to ‘he-who-commands-the-mating’ - the term they all used for their Lord Husband. There had been cries and groans and growls and pleas, and there were sometimes portions of words among the sounds, but even they were usually Vulcan syllables. Therefore, Jeremy was more than surprised to hear the low, deep, rich voice sensually whisper his name. He raised his head, looking up at his husband. The sweat-streaked bronze body knelt, pressed against Spock’s body, obviously penetrated as attested to by the Vulcan’s slowly rocking hips. Sulu’s own erection was hard and straining, Spock’s long-fingered hands grasping his hip bones. It was the way Sulu always grasped him, and Jeremy inhaled, fierce need closing his eyes.

“Jeremy,” again came the erotic murmur. “Come to me.”

Heart pounding, nearly mindless with desire, Jeremy crawled across the deck, keeping his eyes fixed on Sulu’s. He saw the pleasure cross the handsome features as Spock thrust into him, saw the shudders that filled him when Spock’s teeth nipped at his throat. He stopped inches from the coupled bodies, and Sulu’s eyes seared into his. His voice was throaty, thick with passion.

“Climb on my cock, kah’a’lrn.”

Jeremy’s knees went weak, and it took all his will to move, to obey. The word was fire in him. Under ordinary circumstances, it was a term of simple position within a family, literally ‘son-of-service.’ But at The Time, it took on another shade of meaning, a humiliating connotation of both whore and slave, a thing meant to be used in the most depraved and lascivious of practices.

Sulu’s hands grabbed at him, pulling him up. Spock leaned backwards, bringing Sulu with him. Jeremy slid up along Sulu’s body, squatting, positioning himself over the hard, pulsing erection. With a deep breath, he thrust himself down onto it, letting the air out again in a cry of ecstasy. Sulu’s arms wrapped around his torso, and, if Jeremy had been coherent, he might have marveled at Spock’s strength, for the Vulcan leaned back, lifting both he and Sulu and, with apparent ease, lowered them both to the deck.

With the glorious feel of Sulu’s body on top of him, inside him, his legs crushed up between them, his knees almost to his shoulders, all thought left him save one - the abject devotion and surrender that had, for his whole life, been his reason for living.

Jade was near her breaking point. She rested - if what she felt could be called resting - next to Jim, waiting with him though her body cried out to join the orgy that was scattered across the room before them. Calaya had crawled to join DelMonde and Jilla, Ruth and Terry again caught in salishe’s telepathic storm. Spock, Sulu and Jeremy were a submissive’s wet dream; the Lord dominating the Warrior dominating the well-muscled Chief of Security. It was taking all her will power to stay seated on the floor. The sights, scents, sounds called to her, screamed at her. After all, Spock had claimed her, she would be able to join any sexual activity… And yet, she couldn’t leave Jim to wait in fear and trepidation and hunger. She knew that his desires were mostly focused on her. Not that he didn’t thoroughly enjoy Jilla and Ruth and Calaya, but at heart - once that heart was given - James Kirk was a one-woman man.

She felt him move closer to her, his head bending to her whisper in her ear. “How much longer can this take?” he moaned softly. It was unreasonably irritating.

“Things haven’t gone in proper order, James,” she hissed. “If you want to get in on it, get in there!”

“It’s not that easy…”

“I can’t stay with you much longer!”

“I know that, but…”

“Jim, just present yourself to him…

“What about Loki?”

“Then throw Loki to him!” Jade cried in frustrated urgency. “Just do something!”

She heard Lane’s strained voice mutter, “To Saford’s Hell with this,” and before she knew it, the tall Haven was striding past them both, heading straight for Spock - with Loki right behind him.

This is suicidal, you know, an irritatingly calm voice in his head told him.

So is watching what he’s doing to Kam, Lane answered the voice. He had known what to expect when the Vulcan again went into pon farr, but knowing and seeing were two different things. The fact that his beloved Kam was eating it up sent floods of agonized arousal through him. In the years he had been Kam’s ‘favorite client,’ he had taken it upon himself to try to protect the younger man from the worst ravages of rough trade - or if he could not, then to soothe those ravages when they came. He had come to learn in the last few years how much Ruis Calvario had inflicted on him - and how completely Kam could give as good as he got. But none of that made watching another man fuck him into the deck any easier to take. Lane freely admitted he was selfish that way. He wanted to be the one taking Kam to those glorious heights of ecstasy, he wanted to feel the lithe, supple body surging against his, the practiced muscles constricting around his engorged cock. He wanted to feel the sweat-slicked skin, the heat, the pressure, the mindless intensity…

So “to Saford’s Hell with it” and he rose, moving toward the thrusting bodies, passionate need outweighing caution or fear. He saw Spock’s head jerk up at the same moment that he realized Loki had followed him. The scent of female was the only thing that could distract Lord Husband now. Good, let her distract him. Then I get Kam.

Are you twitchy! The voice nearly screamed in his head. Touch Kam before Lord Husband takes you and it’s bye-bye Dealer!

What better time to sign off than being inside Kam’s hot, delicious body?

You’re not thinking with the right head, Gage.

I‘m trying not to think at all.

Suddenly he became aware of a hand on his ankle, and Loki’s voice whispering, in Haven, “Get down, now!”

He dropped to his knees on the deck, even while his voice asked “What?”

“Grab my shoulders, push my head down!” Loki hissed urgently.

Lane did as she commanded. Spock’s dark eyes gleamed at him, his nostrils flaring. Lane heard Jade’s voice, speaking clearly.

“Kal’aroun, Kah-farr’en,” she said, with careful enunciation.

Lane repeated the sounds, the words, and Loki whimpered “en kah” exactly as Jilla had done what seemed like hours before.

Then Sulu was crying out in frustration as Spock rose from his body. Jeremy’s hands grabbed at Sulu’s hips, begging him to stay where he was. Spock moved across the deck, gasping Loki’s upraised hips with arrogant surety. Loki managed to meet Lane’s gaze.

“Hold me until he - oh SHIT!” Her epithet was cut off by the sharp gasp as Spock fiercely penetrated her.

Pleasure soared through Spock’s being. At last, proper attendance to his needs! The dark golden male brought the female, did not try to claim her, did not beg for attention. Her scent was alluringly different than that of the others, and there was no distracting aura of fear. She was not ignorant, that much shone in his mind, but she accepted with a perfection matched only by his rilian. Here was one who understood duty and the honor bestowed by it.

The touch of her flesh was cool against his fingers. The fire rose to meet its promise, searing through him, renewing the engorgement of his tortured organ. Her cry as he entered her offered orifice thundered in his sensitive ears, but there was no rejection in her body, not even the involuntary spasm of most females. Nor did she push back, insistent and hungry. She was acceptance personified, the perfect synthesis of understanding and obligation; enraptured, deferential, humble, submissive.

So it was that Spock was able to bend over her golden body and take the skin at the back of her neck gently between his teeth. The dark golden male released her shoulders, giving over control to a superior. The action released her to do more than accept, as he knew it would. He felt her surge back to him, her back arching beneath him, the fever rising in her. It was his joy to thrust into her with all the harshness she desired.

Loki had prepared herself for the necessary assault on her body. She had researched as much of pon farr as was possible given the reluctance of most Vulcans to record any observations about it. Being Haven, she of course had a slightly different perspective on the whole thing. She viewed it as a marketing problem. Vulcans thought it nothing more than biology, disregarding the spiritual aspects. Humans considered only the factors of sexual titillation and control. Various social anthropologists had tried to understand the cultural psychology of the phenomenon, forgetting that there was a biological component. Only the Haven view took all these factors into account. And so it was that Loki was able to understand what was required for a successful marketing strategy. Of course, she had to see the product in the marketplace before she could form actual workable parameters, but being the last female to be added to the bond, she knew she’d be given that opportunity.

And being a Priestess of the Haven Deity known as Kenesha didn’t hurt. Kenesha was one of two Twin Deities who, in Haven legend, regularly chose an incarnate form. According to all the writings, She was a very sensual, very sexual, very primal goddess, what Terrans would call excessive and deviant. Havens didn’t think this was a bad thing. Being Her Priestess helped Loki to understand what a Vulcan male in the blood fever would require. The disciplines of the priestesshood enabled her to do what she comprehended with no fear and little reluctance.

The penetration was a little more than she had expected. She knew the size of Spock’s penis would be enlarged - but she hadn’t realized how enlarged. But she expressed the shock with her voice rather than in her body, knowing that in the fever Spock would not respond to verbal communication unless it was in the language of Jenshahnii. She used her training to allow her body to give only what he required, only what would serve his need. And, as she had hoped, he was gentler with her than he had been with the others, responding to the submission which carried no fear and no reluctance. His teeth at the back of her neck were almost pleasant - certainly no more than some of Kam’s love bites. There was a deep purring sound that came from his throat which she found arousing and soothing. Shudders of desire ran through her, and she arched her back, pushing back to his thrusts with a welcome that was not insistent. Passion overwhelmed her with his response, and her analytical thoughts gave way to hedonistic experience.

Lane could have kissed Loki if he thought he’d have any hope of surviving such an activity with Lord Husband’s newest conquest. He moved silently away from the coupling before him, returning his attention to Kam and Cobra. The two were still locked in a heaving, brutal fucking, Kam almost as savage as Lord Husband. For a fleeting moment, Lane realized that there was the possibility that, in pon farr Kam would want to take him. He’d prepared himself to take it from Spock, but the prospect of submitting to Kam…? No. That wasn’t in the specs.

He approached slowly, his heart beating faster with each step. The sexual call that emanated from Kam’s body was overwhelming. The half-dozen or so other bodies all writhing and moaning and grunting and screeching in seething frenzy didn’t help matters. He reached out a hand, itching to touch the sweat-streaked bronze skin. His own desire was a thick lump in his throat. The name of his beloved thunderbolt formed on his lips as they opened…

Jim didn’t think. He only reacted. He threw his body into Lane’s, slamming him away from Sulu and Jeremy. He found himself growling, not the words of concerned warning that had been going through his mind moments before his lunge, but rather sounds of anger and incredulous outrage.

“How dare you!” he blazed. “How dare you approach before our Lord has acknowledged you? You are not yet worthy to partake of the bond. Kal’lrn would break you in two for your affront were he not in the fever himself.”

Lane’s dark eyes blazed with a fire that, if Jim had been capable of noticing, would have surprised him with its violet cast.

“Kal’lrn belongs to me!” the Haven thundered back.

“Usurper!” Jim hissed, and again threw himself at the Haven. Lane caught the attack, countering it. In minutes, they were locked in serious battle.

“Shit!” Jade snapped to no one in particular. She forced her throbbing body to move, to crawl toward the males who were caught in a mating fight. “Kroykah!” she spat out.

At the command, Spock, Sulu and Jilla froze. Loki held her breath, Jeremy moaned, Del simply pulled away from Jilla’s now unmoving body, reorienting his thrusts into Calaya’s. Terry’s mind reacted immediately, but Ruth’s powerful need overrode the Vulcan command before the silver-skinned body could take note.

Communication between Lord, Warrior and Wife was instinctive. At The Time, for the protection of the Clan, no male could challenge any other, save those who were foolish enough to match against the Head of the Clan. This unseemly conduct must be stopped.

Spock gave Loki an approving nip at her throat to let he know it was not she who displeased him. She made a soft, mewing sound of acceptance, and dropped from her stance of presentation. He rose, stalking toward the males who dared to interrupt. Sulu cuffed Jeremy sharply at the side of the head to quiet his groans and withdrew, his head turning to the sound of the men scuffling behind him. Jilla moved away from Del and Calaya, all thoughts of them erased with her need to obey and aid her Lords. She would wait, at ready, to do whatever was required of her, for the preservation of the Clan.

Jim and Lane tore at one another with furious blows as well as teeth and nails. Jade attempted to distract them by grabbing at their ankles, and nearly got kicked in the face. She heard Spock approaching, his deep voice giving a Vulcan command: “Woman, leave these clanless ones.”

She scurried back, bumping into Sulu. She gasped as he caught her arms, all her ravenous hunger exploding within her. His almond eyes smiled down at her, his teeth bared in an expression that was erotic and enticing and yet fearsome at the same time. His voice was soft Vulcan tones. “When these are taken care of, night-blossom,” he murmured, and his fingers trailed to her throat.

He let her go, moving with silent grace toward Spock. Jade could barely catch her breath, when she felt the heat of Jilla’s body against her.

“We will wait,” Jilla said. She also spoke in Vulcan “We will serve as needed.” The lithe silver arms came around Jade’s slender shoulders, Jilla’s head resting on Jade’s back.

Spock and Sulu approached the scrabbling men. Spock reached for Jim, Sulu for Lane. There was immediate protest from both, which Spock stopped in Jim with one simple blow. Sulu turned the furious Haven, intending to silence him with a sharp, contemptuous slap, but the touch of flesh on flesh connected a circuit within him. He snapped his gaze to Lane’s, both longing and belonging sweeping over his senses in a riotous cacophony of memory and devotion and desire. His breath caught, his heart pounding, and Lane whispered one phrase; “Sha zevran.”

Their mouths met in a crushing kiss, Lane pressing the shorter Human frame close to him. Their bodies fell to the deck, erections writhing against each other’s, lips and tongues devouring one another with unbridled sensuality. Sulu’s legs entwined around Lane’s back, coming up further, opening himself as Lane moved down on his body.

“Kah’lrn, et’ta!” Spock bellowed. He dropped Jim, his hand snaking toward the back of Lane’s neck like a powerful python. He grabbed the Haven, lifting him with no more effort than one would lift a small kitten. Then he threw him to the bulkhead. There was a rather sickening thud, and Lane slumped. The Vulcan’s eyes blazed with rage and he grasped Sulu’s wrist, pulling the Human into a single, fierce backhand. Sulu dropped to his knees, bending his head forward to the deck in contrite obeisance. But Spock had already turned, heading for Lane’s unmoving form.

Only to have his way blocked by Jim. “Take the clanless one, Lord Husband,” Jim demanded.

Spock stopped, glaring down at Jim’s earnest face. “You dare to interfere?” he rumbled.

“I would see the interloper rightly dealt with,” was the grim reply. “Make him submit to you, make him yours.”

Interest flared in the hooded, Vulcan eyes. “And what of you, little one?”

Jim took a deep breath. “I would serve you, Lord Husband.” The hazel eyes closed, and Jim slowly knelt, his forehead touching the deck as Sulu’s had done.

Jim had never been so frightened of anything in all his life. Even the panic that had been his during his own mind-sifter induced madness could not compare with this - now, he was lucid. He tried to keep his limbs from trembling. Spock’s gaze was an almost tangible thing, burning his back. He could hear the grunts and moans around him, Sulu’s thundering heartbeat, his own rapid breathing. Sweat trickled down his sides and at the back of his neck, making his hair curl in tendrils. Just do it, please! he thought frantically, before I lose my nerve.

Then Spock touched him. The Vulcan’s fingertips were points of flame, leaving fire-trails as they moved sensually down Jim’s spine. “You are brave, warrior,” the deep voice murmured. “You have much honor. You are worthy to serve me.” And with that, Spock’s hand moved, coming to rest on the side of Jim’s face. The fingers found the particular points that opened Jim’s telepathy-less mind.

Like warmed honey, Spock’s thoughts flowed into Jim’s. The fever was an ever-present spark, calling forth hunger and desire from Jim’s body, but slowly, carefully. The passion was banked, waiting as the weaker Human adjusted to its power. This is how brothers are bonded, Spock’s mental thoughts whispered, this is how equals meet and mate. We will as kinsmen be, with our passions spent not on each other, but shared with our mates, together as one. Fire and strength will be given by my hand, my body but once, as necessary. Then, brother, all that is mine, is yours.

Jim had been so entranced by the feel of the meld that he was unaware of Spock moving over him, opening him. The penetration of the hot, Vulcan organ into him was a shock, and he balked, but Spock’s hands were firmly on his shoulders, holding him still. The Vulcan’s back arched, his head was thrown back, teeth bared in silent communion. And after the initial pain, Jim felt his body responding to the still-present sensation of Spock’s mind in his. A rush of acceptance and even of welcome sped through him. He exhaled, his muscles relaxed. Then Vulcan power and arrogance and possessiveness filled him, becoming his. All that is mine is yours echoed within his being, and he rose. At the same time, Spock released him, pulling away from him. There was no question and no hesitation. Jim headed straight for Jade.

Jade’s fever was soothed by the feel of Jilla nuzzling to her back. Under normal circumstances, she would have found it sensual and arousing, but now, it gave her strength and calm. Jilla was murmuring soft Vulcan words, repeating we will serve, we will wait. She had a brief flash of unrelated insight: this is how it must feel to belong to a harem, where women supported and helped one another through the rigors of pleasing a demanding sultan. She found herself responding, not by relaxing, but rather with an alertness that was not anxious, but open and comfortable. She merely, attentively, waited.

She felt Jim’s eyes on her before she saw his hungry gaze. He moved swiftly toward her, and Jilla whispered one final encouragement before backing away. Jade rose to her knees, welcoming Jim into her embrace, every fiber of her being singing with joy and pride. The strong warrior chose her first above all others, above even the Senior Wife, though she, too, was within his grasp. His touch started her loins burning again, and she moaned urgently. The hard, thick organ was inside her in seconds, Jim’s body pushing her to the deck, his mouth devouring hers. The renewal of the bond sparked through her and it was all she knew - and all she wanted.

Lane gasped, getting back the breath that had been knocked out of him. There was pain in his back, but it wasn’t bad enough to indicate any serious injury. His vision was blurred and dancing, his head throbbing. Oddly enough, none of those things had any effect whatsoever on the engorgement of his penis or the need that again burned through him as conscious thought returned. And conscious thought redoubled the desire that had caused him to behave so recklessly in the first place. His gaze searched the room, and focused on Kam, still kneeling before Spock. The bronze form called to him, the position completely eradicating any sense of patience or caution. Vivid memories seared him, both recent and those from years ago, when a beautiful young man would kneel to him in teasing welcome. Common sense told him to reassess the situation, but it was a small voice, and he couldn’t heed it. Not when Kam’s presence filled every one of his senses, inviting him, almost summoning him. The marketing expert in him told him that the possessiveness that the bond created in all males was the primary obstacle, and that such subliminal urges could, when identified, be countered. The rest of him simply screamed hunger and need and demand. Kam was his, would always be his, and he would kill anyone who tried to keep him from his heart.

He pushed himself up from the bulkhead, any protests his body might have made consumed by the rising passion. He saw and ignored Spock’s shifting attention, intent only on taking and claiming Kam’s beckoning form. He wasn’t about to play the Vulcan’s game. He didn’t need to challenge. Kam was his.

Sulu heard the growl of warning that came from deep in his Lord’s throat and glanced up. Had he not been contrite enough? Must he redeem himself by properly chastising the male who had dared to interfere - who is my heart, whose heart opens to me… Longing and belonging, memory and ever-present warmth… passion and possession without the fierce blood claim… lah-nay… lah-nay zevran sharan sha zevran…

“Zevran, Kenesh dek vakshi…” The words were hoarse, whispered desire as the male approached him, eclipsing the rising fury of his Lord Husband. The long-fingered Vulcan hand shot out, once again grasping the Haven by the neck. Panic screamed through Sulu’s being, and his Lord stopped. He felt the sharp, sweet exploration of his Lord’s mind through his.

You dare to want another?

The sights and sounds of memory rushed forward unbidden. Lane at the Hotel, caring and protective. Sulu’s only hope and only true joy in all that time. The only pleasure that wasn’t coerced, long after such coercion was no longer physically required. The sweet, soothing truth of a lover with no taint, no ugly secret, no hidden agenda. Lane had always, simply and only, wanted him.

Sulu himself was surprised at the power of the memories, and he felt the understanding flowing through the bond, communicating its totality even though all that would be comprehended in Spock’s present state was its effect on the bond.

To serve this one will please you, my Warrior? came the amused question. He is your heart as I am your soul. A moment, then, and I will make him worthy of you.

Sulu held his breath as Spock pushed Lane to the deck.

Lane struggled uselessly against the strength that was far greater than his own. Somewhere within him, a calm, rational strategist informed him that this was nothing more than a necessary step toward his claiming of his heart. But the Haven Dealer, the proud and elegant profiteer, chafed at being forced to accept a coerced deal. Done and done, the strategist reminded. Remember ‘need him, need him, Devri, if I don’t have him I’ll die’? If you don’t let the Vulcan have you, you’ll both die.

Still, he couldn’t stop his straining attempts to free himself from the Vulcan’s grip. His forehead hit the deck with a thud, renewing the dizziness. His arms were held behind him, wrists together. He felt the lean body moving between his knees and burst into furious motion - stopped by one hard jolt to the base of his spine. Words he couldn’t understand were murmured to him, the tone of voice silken and hedonistic, yet almost congenial.

Then, with one hard thrust he was penetrated. For one terrible moment, desire left him, his need for Kam disappearing with the sharp agony. He heard Spock’s voice in his mind; I give you your heart, Lah-nay. The name was pronounced as a Haven would. Do not forget he is my soul.

And with that, the pain ceased as all his hunger and longing rushed back into his being. He could feel Spock’s hard, claiming thrusts but they only increased his own desire. Each push seemed to echo within him, more, more, more! Just as he was convinced his body would explode, Spock pulled away from him, and explode he did - straight at Kam, grasping the lean bronze hips. He harshly yanked the supple body around, pushing Kam’s knees up to his chest. He entered his lover with an urgency he had never before felt, even in their most tempestuous couplings. They kissed as they had before, devouring and being devoured, as open hearts were made forever one.

With the final completion, Spock was free to at last focus solely on his need. No longer did the demands of Lord pull at him. Now there was only the fever, the animal. He called to his wife, and she rushed to him, impaling herself on him. All around him the sensations of wild and sensual couplings burned their hunger into him. All around him the fever grew, building to climax after climax. The shame and terror that had for centuries claimed Vulcan mating was forgotten, discarded as no more than a pathetic attempt to constrict and control that which was the very blood of Jenshahnii. He was unbridled, free; not a savage beast but a vital and vigorous expression of all that was strong and passionate and alive! Divine knowledge, divine union, at last one with not only all contained within himself, but with all contained within his mates, his lovers ---

(tie, link, fastening --- security, surety, promise)

--- his bond.

The End