Dance Of The Seven Veils

by EZTrek1


B'Elanna could hardly believe Kathryn's birthday was approaching again. It was never easy to find something special for her, but this time B'Elanna had to include Seven in the preparations as well. Ever since their first time together in the holo-garden B'Elanna had created for Seven's sexual initiation, the three women were often together in the Captain and Engineer's quarters, on the holodeck in various adventures, or in stolen moments here and there. The crew was not yet aware of the depth of their relationship, and for now, all three of them wanted to keep it that way.

Kathryn and B'Elanna had originally planned to leave Seven to her own devices, but upon finding, somewhat to their dismay, that Seven preferred waiting for an invitation from them than being with anyone else, they included her whenever possible for as long as it pleased her to be with them. Kathryn and B'Elanna had even decided it was acceptable for one or the other of them to be with her alone. B'Elanna realized Kathryn was smitten with Seven and preferred sharing to arguing, and Kathryn wanted B'Elanna and Seven to bond. So far it was working. In fact, it had added zest to an already spicy relationship, and B'Elanna intended to build on it.

Getting Seven to go along with a recreational plan was sometimes a bit of a chore. Most such activities struck her as irrelevant, but seeing that her partners would not be dissuaded from playing, and desiring their company and approval greatly, Seven generally capitulated. B'Elanna was counting on that now.

She had reserved the holodeck to show Seven her intended birthday present for Kathryn, and, arriving early, started the program and went inside to make sure everything was functioning properly.

"I do not recognize this setting," Seven remarked, entering the holodeck. "What is it?"

"Well, it's something of my own based on ancient Earth. It's a Middle Eastern harem," B'Elanna began somewhat uneasily.

"A harem. A place where a powerful man kept a selection of wives and other women. Irrelevant," Seven declared.

"In this case, it's a place where a powerful woman is keeping her wives and other women," B'Elanna explained. "And it's also a place of entertainment. The kept women will entertain the powerful woman on her birthday. Get it?"

"You will use this setting to entertain Kathryn on her birthday," Seven stated flatly. "I do not understand why I am here."

"We will use it, Seven," B'Elanna corrected. "You and I will learn a dance and perform it for Kathryn."

"I do not dance," Seven informed her, turning to go.

"Kathryn likes dancing," B'Elanna said, grabbing Seven's bicep. "She likes to do it, and she likes to watch it. Seeing us dance for her will please her very much. Don't you want to please her?" She looked intently into Seven's eyes, willing her to want to do this for their lover.

Seven considered. "After we please Kathryn by dancing, will there be an opportunity for love-making?"

"That's the general idea, yes."

"I will assist you."

B'Elanna breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you might. Now, I have some dancers and an instructor programmed. First we'll watch, and then we'll try to do as they do. We have three weeks to get this right. Kathryn may suspect we are here to make love, so since this is a surprise, let her believe whatever she likes, okay?"

"Are we here to make love, B'Elanna?" Seven asked, raising her eyebrow.

"If you learn the steps, we may be able to do that," B'Elanna teased.

"Perhaps I will learn them better if we make love," Seven countered, stepping closer.

B'Elanna allowed Seven to draw her into a long kiss, her arms up around the powerful blond's neck, but then she eased away just slightly. "Let's sit down here and watch the dancers, and we'll see what happens, all right?"

Seven nodded. "I will comply." Kathryn was always pleased when she postponed gratification. Seven would use this opportunity to perfect that behavior.

B'Elanna sat on the large, pillow-covered divan and pulled Seven down next to her. "Begin instructional program," she ordered the computer.

Instantly a small group of Eastern musicians appeared in the rear of the harem and began to play. A troupe of three female dancers appeared in front of them, all clad in satiny, skimpy halter tops and harem pants, gathered at the ankle. They were all festooned with gold bangle bracelets, arm bands, ankle bracelets and earrings. Each had finger cymbals on one hand and each wore a woven gold belt covered with gold coins and beads. Floating around them, attached to their costumes at various places, were diaphanous veils in complimentary colors.

The dancers moved sinuously across the marble floor, almost seeming to skate to the music, which gradually increased in speed until the veils spun about them in clouds of colors. As the dancers whirled, they fixed the eyes of the watchers with their own with what seemed deliberately seductive intent.

Finally, the lead dancer came forward and began a series of shimmies and shakes of her belly, breasts, hips and thighs that were nothing less than artistic. Smoothly she parodied the act of sex as if there were another person between her and her gaping audience of two. Then, with a flourish of drums, flutes and strings, the lights went down, and when they came up again, the first three dancers were gone, and another lone dancer stood in the middle of the floor.

Slowly she began a different kind of dance, maintaining an even tempo as she displayed her prowess in dancing with, and slowly removing the veils, one at a time. She would work her way just close enough to drop each veil before Seven and B'Elanna before dancing out of reach once again. As she removed each successive veil, she revealed more and more of her body. Dancing away with only one veil left covering her womanhood, she suddenly began a pirouette of almost dizzying speed, stopping suddenly and whipping the final veil away. Just as suddenly the music ended and the lights went down, and when they came up again momentarily, everyone had disappeared. Except for B'Elanna and Seven, the room was now empty.

B'Elanna turned to Seven, "So how did you li-"

Seven knocked B'Elanna flat on her back, straddled her face and demanded, "You must eat me, B'Elanna, or I will explode." Evidently she had surreptitiously opened her uniform pants during the presentation.

Normally, B'Elanna and Seven were fairly evenly matched in physical strength, but having been taken by surprise, B'Elanna was not in a position to argue. B'Elanna was also extremely turned on by what she had just witnessed, and quickly deduced that Seven would eagerly reciprocate the act once her fires were quenched. "If you say so,'' she grunted, and reached for the young Borg, pulling her down to gain access to a roaring inferno of need. "Oh, yes, Seven," the trapped Chief Engineer murmured, no longer annoyed. "Yes." She plunged her face in and began to assault the throbbing clit and dripping sex with her tongue. She felt Seven pulling her head up into her, felt pillows being placed beneath her shoulders to increase her comfort and presumably, her staying power.

Seven began to purr and wriggle as B'Elanna caressed her, and B'Elanna herself began to wriggle as her own need grew, her heels beating a tattoo in the thick mattress. Then Seven began to shimmy her hips the way the dancer had and that just about drove B'Elanna wild.

"Oh, Seven! Seven!" she groaned, struggling to stay in contact with the moist flesh. B'Elanna felt herself spurt down her leg in her need for release.

"I am practicing my moves," Seven gasped as she worked her way up and down B'Elanna's tongue, "so that I will please Kathryn with my dancing."

B'Elanna had no doubt Kathryn would be very pleased indeed.

Naturally Seven's gyrations brought a relatively speedy end to her need for B'Elanna's attentions. "Oh, B'Elanna, I am coming now. Do me hard. I . . . I," she paused to gasp for breath, "Oh . . . Yes! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she cried out as she thrashed in ecstasy, spilling her essence over B'Elanna's face. B'Elanna licked at her furiously until she was sure Seven was done.

"Thank you, B'Elanna. You are an excellent lover," Seven remembered her manners as she slid off the divan onto the floor. "Oh, that was very good."

B'Elanna rolled over and looked down at Seven, who was still panting. "You know, Ensign, assaulting a superior is a chargeable offense. But since you're my lover, I'm going to go easy on you. Shall I report you to the Captain, or would you prefer me to punish you?"

Seven blinked up at her, then lowered her eyes modestly. "Please, Lieutenant, punish me. I will comply with your requirements."

"Very good, Ensign. On your knees at the foot of the couch there," B'Elanna said, pointing as she slid down, opening her pants. She rose and let Seven expose her, then sat down and lay back, bending her knees and resting her boots on Seven's shoulders. "You may begin your punishment," she giggled.

"Aye, Lieutenant," Seven mumbled, her mouth already full of tangy Klingon womanhood. Seven had only tasted two women in her life but she was sure these two were better than any others. The lovely, sticky juices that pulsed into her mouth were like nectar; the moans of pleasure that B'Elanna produced were music to her untrained ears. The grip of B'Elanna's thighs around her head was a caress.

"Uh . . . oh, Seven . . . " B'Elanna groaned, "get your tongue inside me deeper." Her nails dug into the fabric of the divan as Seven complied, the Borg-enhanced reflexes working their magic deep inside her lover. "Mmmmm . . . yes, you're getting good at this. More, more . . . harder . . . " Her voice rose in pitch as she neared orgasm. "Now . . . now . . . don't stop . . . please . . . yes . . . oh, SEVENNNNNN!" B'Elanna screamed, coming and bucking her hips sharply in response to the jabs of Seven's tongue. Her legs jerked straight out over Seven's broad shoulders, which bore the weight with ease. Seven was relentless, insisting on more and more response from the hot Klingon pussy upon which she was feasting. B'Elanna pushed down harder, demanding satiation. "Seven . . . ooooooohhhhh" B'Elanna sighed as the spasms finally ended.

"Does the Lieutenant wish to punish me further?" Seven inquired softly, moving up to lie beside B'Elanna and kiss her.

B'Elanna thought about that while she tasted herself on Seven's lips. "That'll be sufficient, Ensign, unless you misbehave again," B'Elanna grinned. "Now, let's get to work."

* * *

The two women met three times a week for their lessons on the holodeck, and B'Elanna was pleased to see, when she checked the logs, that Seven had taken the initiative of going for more lessons on her own. B'Elanna thought that Seven was now probably going to be the more adept of the two of them on the day of the performance. But that was good because B'Elanna was only the warm-up act, herself. She had planned for Seven to be the showstopper all along. Besides, B'Elanna had other tricks she needed to work on.

At least twice a week, their lessons would be interrupted by frenetic lovemaking brought on by the sensuality of the activity and their anticipation of performing before Kathryn.

One day as they lay on the floor in a sweaty tangle of veils, Seven asked, "B'Elanna, do you in truth feel as though you are a member of Kathryn's harem?"

B'Elanna looked to see if Seven was kidding. Sometimes the young woman exhibited a bizarre sense of humor. "Oh, I suppose, in a way. After all, we share her, which is what she wants. She wants both of us, and she wants us to want each other. What about you?"

"I have researched the computer library on this subject, and I do not think there was a great deal of love exchanged between the women of the harem and their owner. It was an arrangement that provided security, chastity and offspring. But I think there was love among the women, since no one man could possibly satisfy them all," Seven explained, concluding, "therefore the love you and I share is like a traditional harem, but the love we share with Kathryn is not."

"Do you like sharing her?" B'Elanna wanted to know.

"I adore her. I would do anything she asked of me," Seven said simply.

"That isn't exactly the question," B'Elanna prodded.

"Yes. It pleases me very much to be with her or with you as she requires or permits. I am content," Seven declared with her usual unvarnished honesty.

B'Elanna was no longer surprised. She felt the same, and wondered only why Kathryn hadn't made a move to formalize this new incarnation of their relationship.

"And how do you feel about sharing her, B'Elanna?" Seven persisted. I know that traditional Terran marriages are monogamous. Certainly this is not what you intended originally when you made your commitment to one another."

B'Elanna nodded. "Yes, that's true. Once upon a time, I would have been overcome by jealousy to see, or even think of Kathryn with another woman. And I certainly didn't see myself with another woman. I was, and still am, somewhat obsessed, although I think it's a positive sort of obsession, with Kathryn as my mate and my partner."

"And why are you no longer jealous? Or are you?"

B'Elanna reached for Seven's hand. "Because you came to me with your problem, although I'm sure you didn't mean to. And I saw how you felt, and I tried to put myself in your position. I was forced to realize many things. That you loved her and were prepared to suffer in silence indefinitely because of it. That she loved me and wouldn't allow you to come between us. That she loved you and was trying to deny it because she thought that was best for all of us. That you were lovely and vulnerable and decent, and I was coming to love you myself. I decided that I had the most to lose or to gain, and I chose to try to maximize the outcome for everyone. Now, when I see you in Kathryn's arms, I am far more excited and pleased than jealous. Neither of you has ever made a move to exclude me, and it doesn't seem right to me to exclude you. I want you in our life, Annika."

Seven blushed with surprise and pleasure that B'Elanna had used her given name. Seven used it on the holodeck when she played a fully human woman, but she had yet to become used to it in real life. "I . . . I too am pleased that you include me, B'Elanna," Seven said sincerely. "But I am not sure Kathryn . . . loves me in the same way she does you, or that she wants me around all the time. I feel she accepts the situation but expects it to pass when I grow weary of it or a more suitable partner for me appears. But I confess, since I am so often with you, I am not inclined to look further. I have gotten used to . . . being permitted to offer a deeper level of affection than is offered to me. I accept the situation as it is, and I ask nothing more. It is far better than the Collective, where I had no mate, and it is far better than desiring Kathryn as a woman while forced to relate to her only as my Captain. It is enough, B'Elanna, truly."

B'Elanna smiled and took Seven in her arms again, then pushed her over on her back to make love with her. She put their conversation on hold for the moment, but she wasn't entirely done with the subject yet.

* * *

When Kathryn's birthday finally came, B'Elanna and Seven didn't try to trick her. She was simply told to appear for their date on the holodeck after her birthday party in the mess hall, and to follow the instructions she would receive there. Kathryn had been in this situation before. It was better to play along than to demand explanations. It was more fun, too.

As the holodeck doors closed behind her, Kathryn found herself in a courtyard in the center of which a fountain played. She was soon approached by a veiled young woman in ancient Middle-Eastern dress who beckoned her to follow. Intrigued, as she always was with her lovers' programs, she did so. They passed through an archway into a long, shaded colonnade and from there to an interior room, lavishly draped and tiled in colorful mosaic, in which more young woman lazed about on a variety of cushions, talking, laughing and watching a juggler perform.

As soon as Kathryn entered, however, all conversation ceased, the women rose respectfully, and then knelt as one, keeping their eyes lowered. Amused, Kathryn nodded and turned to her escort with a raised eyebrow.

"If it pleases the Sultana, she will allow us to dress her appropriately for this auspicious occasion," the young woman suggested hopefully.

The Sultana! What would they come up with next? Kathryn thought in wonderment. "Very well," she agreed, knowing if she resisted or left, two wonderful young women would be dreadfully disappointed.

At her words, the veiled woman clapped her hands together twice sharply, and all the other young women flew to their duties. Two of them reverently undressed Kathryn right down to her skin while others began to bring offerings of underclothing, shoes, jewelry and outer garments for her inspection. The juggler began juggling again and a troupe of musicians entered, seated themselves and began to play merrily.

Baffled, Kathryn turned to her escort and asked, "Would you mind advising me? I'm, um, somewhat unfamiliar with this style of dress."

"Certainly, Excellency. As the Sultana wishes," the other woman agreed, and helped Kathryn by narrowing down the choices for her.

Finally, Kathryn stood arrayed in loose crimson pants, topped with a wide gold sash into which a short, curved sword with a jeweled hilt was thrust. She wore a white, satiny blouse and a short crimson vest trimmed with gold. Her slippers, complete with curled toes, were gold as well, and underneath was silken lingerie so fine it felt like a caress. Her wrists, fingers and throat were adorned in a fantastic array of golden rings, bangles and necklaces. A large, but lightweight, gold turban was brought for her inspection, along with a tray of huge jewels with which to adorn it. Kathryn chose an enormous ruby and ropes of pearls, which were then quickly attached by one of her serving-women. Glancing around, she was relieved to see that no one approached with a selection of curved moustaches on a pillow. That would have been the limit!

Her assistant walked around her slowly and snapped her fingers, at which signal two more young women brought forward a full-length mirror so Kathryn could observe the full effect of all her finery. Her lips twitched in amusement. Exotic and perhaps a bit over the top, yes, but it did suit her command presence.

"Does the Sultana find this to her liking?" asked the helpful hologram.

"She does," Kathryn said firmly, resting her hand on the hilt of her sword.

The escort nodded and clapped her hands again, three times, and a double door swung open at the far end of the room. Eight young women in Janissary uniforms entered carrying a luxurious carved palanquin, which they brought before Kathryn. Halting smoothly, they lowered it to the ground and waited impassively for her to seat herself in it.

"Please, Excellency," the escort motioned gracefully. "Your new wives await you in the harem. We wish you great pleasure."

As the troop raised the litter to their shoulders again, all the young serving women bowed and the musicians rose and fell in front and rear to escort the amazed Sultana to the delights of her harem.

The carved double doors swung open again and Kathryn was carried down a long hall lined by what she assumed was her royal guard, bowing respectfully. She nodded regally in acknowledgement. Finally the little procession halted before a high wall pierced by large brass doors which were guarded by fierce, muscular Amazons armed with huge scimitars. The looked Kathryn over carefully before swinging the doors open and allowing her to pass through with her entourage.

Once again Kathryn was in a courtyard filled with lush flowering vegetation, through which veiled women passed gracefully, stopping to bow before her as she was carried past. One more set of doors opened before her and now she was in a large interior chamber. The Janissaries lowered the litter to the floor and she stepped out. A kneeling woman rose to greet her.

"Welcome to your harem, Most Excellent One," said Seven, raising her head with a smile.

Kathryn gasped. Seven was in the most lovely rainbow silks Kathryn had ever seen, and her hair was dressed with tiny jewels or lights, maybe both. "If my lord will join me?" Seven suggested, and she conducted Kathryn to an enormous dais the center of which was occupied by a huge purple divan covered with silken pillows. At the same time, the musicians arranged themselves on the opposite side of a large, marble-floored space and the Janissaries carried the litter out, the doors swinging closed behind them.

Seven clapped her hands and immediately serving women appeared carrying platters of aromatic delicacies and carafes of wine. They knelt all around the divan as Seven settled Kathryn to enjoy their attentions, and at a nod from Seven, respectfully offered their bounty to the Sultana, who accepted a silver goblet of wine and some sweetmeats that melted in her mouth.

"Oh, Seven," Kathryn purred and patted the cushions, "come sit by me, my love."

"As the Sultana wishes, but only for a moment. I must go and prepare soon, but these concubines exist only to serve you and meet your every need."

"But I am the Sultana and I want you," Kathryn commanded playfully.

"And so you shall have me, in time," Seven agreed, but she stretched out on the divan and held Kathryn against her, sharing the silver goblet.

The lights dimmed and exotic music began to play. Three dancers appeared and began to sway with the music, and Seven gently detached herself from Kathryn. "I will return to give you much pleasure, Excellency. I beg you, have patience with me."

"All right," Kathryn sulked. "But hurry back."

Seven bowed gracefully. "As you command."

A concubine inched nearer and presented her tray, and Kathryn helped herself and tried to concentrate on the dancers.

Suddenly there was a puff of smoke and from it a fourth dancer appeared. This one was unveiled and as she stepped boldly forward, Kathryn was flabbergasted to behold her wife, B'Elanna, a belly-dancer in authentic dress down to the special beaded belt. Moving slowly at first, B'Elanna pirouetted and slinked ever nearer to the dais, thrusting her hips and breasts at the open-mouthed Sultana, who was now wetting her fine silk undergarments.

"Oh, B'Elanna," Kathryn moaned, reaching out to touch her as she shimmied near, but her hand bounced gently back! A force field! Kathryn realized with shock! "You little bitch!" the Sultana hissed with a delighted grin. "You'll pay dearly for that!"

B'Elanna smirked mischievously and glided away again. She would be only too happy to pay any price. She turned and waggled her ass in Kathryn's face, keeping perfect time with the music, sashaying back and forth well within Kathryn's frustrated reach, teasing and miming the act of love right in the Sultana's flushed face.

Finally, as the music sped up, B'Elanna began a rapid pirouette that ended suddenly in a burst of smoke and sound, and she was gone. Kathryn fell back on her pillows with a little groan, and surreptitiously slid her hand inside her waistband. She would relieve the ache just a bit, she thought.

But her hand was halted by another barrier! And at the same time, a buzzing rebuke was delivered to her pounding clit. Startled, she tried again. She couldn't touch herself and when she tried, she stimulated herself just enough to increase, rather than decrease, her longing.

Kathryn writhed on the divan, trying to accept this restriction. Her devious lovers had incorporated some sort of force field in the delicate underwear, to keep her hot and yearning for them while they teased her with their inaccessible bodies. If they thought they were going to get away with this, they had better think again! She who laughs last, laughs best, Kathryn reminded herself.

The musicians now launched into another piece as a lone dancer appeared in the center of the floor. A spotlight illuminated the delectable Seven, who began a slow dance, more sensual and graceful than Kathryn would have thought possible. Twirling slowly, holding Kathryn's eyes with her own, Seven undulated to the music as if she had been doing it since childhood. The lighting changed subtly with her movements, outlining her lightly oiled, well-defined physique. Kathryn began to moan again, wondering how long it would be until she could get her hands on this vision of loveliness.

Out of the corner of her eye Kathryn spotted B'Elanna returning to kneel at the foot of the divan. She slipped Kathryn's golden shoes off and began to gently suck each of her toes very slowly while staying well out of her reach.

"Damn you!" Kathryn whimpered, but B'Elanna ignored her, teasing the tender skin between her toes with a silken tongue. Kathryn had been wet before, but now she was flooding. It was futile to resist, so she gave in and allowed the dance and the sensation to sweep her away.

As Seven moved near, she removed the outermost of the rainbow of veils she was wearing, trailing it behind her until B'Elanna could reach it. B'Elanna then reeled it in and held it to her lips, sighing deeply. She passed it up to Kathryn who took it and did the same, realizing belatedly that the veil had been in contact with Seven's womanhood, for it carried her essence. Kathryn breathed deeply to draw in the heady perfume. "Oh, gods," she sighed.

Again and again, Seven removed her veils, dropping them where B'Elanna could savor them and pass them up to the Sultana, who couldn't help but notice that each one was increasingly wetter, as she herself was. As each veil was removed, Kathryn was able to glimpse more and more of Seven's perfection, which was highlighted by strands of filament here and there, the vestiges of Borg technology yet to be removed. Kathryn's groans increased in volume and intensity with the removal and presentation of each veil, and she twisted uncomfortably on her fine couch.

Only one veil remained, doing little to hide the curly blonde hairs that guarded Seven's dripping sex. In the middle of the floor, as the drums pounded furiously, Seven bucked and thrust at her Sultana, whipping the veil away, dropping to her knees and spreading her thighs and labia to display her engorged wetness. The lights went out completely and Kathryn soon felt the final veil being draped across her face, dripping with thick honey that she couldn't resist trying to lick from the fabric in the dark. "Oh, please," she whispered, and then she said loudly, "I want my wives now!"

Suddenly the lights came up halfway, and Seven and B'Elanna were kneeling naked before her. Humbly they kissed her feet and B'Elanna said, "We beg to be of service to our wise and powerful Sultana."

Kathryn was trembling with desire. "Undress me," she ordered huskily, not caring that she couldn't disguise her hunger.

"Immediately, Sultana," Seven agreed, and together the women rose and tenderly divested the writhing Kathryn of her finery, one piece at a time, kissing each item and handing it off to a succession of serving women who bore them away into the dimness. B'Elanna and Seven allowed their fingers to brush Kathryn's breasts, belly, thighs, hips and elsewhere as they completed their loving labor. Then they lay down on either side of her and caressed her with breasts, lips and hands until she was thrashing with desire.

"All right, all right. I'm thinking of a number between one and ten. What is it?" Kathryn demanded.

"Seven!" the younger woman responded instantly, with a giggle.

"Correct. For your reward, you will take my pleasure, all of it, until I am completely satisfied. Get down under me and take me."

Kathryn heard B'Elanna's moan of frustration. "As for you, my clever, naughty engineer, you will put your pussy where I can taste your honey, but you will not sit on my face. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Excellency," B'Elanna groaned. She rose up over Kathryn's face and then lowered herself carefully so that all her weight was on her own hands and knees and not the Sultana's face or chest. "I invite you to partake of my honey, Sultana," she offered formally.

"Very good," Kathryn approved and she gently explored B'Elanna's fiery, bubbling pussy as far below, Seven began to feast on the Sultana's delicious moisture, tenderly, gently giving her mistress exquisite sensation and drawing her slowly to ecstatic release.

Abandoning herself to the joy provided by her obedient wives, Kathryn relaxed and began to thrust gently into Seven's mouth, alternately caressing the back of her neck and B'Elanna's thighs. "Seven, Seven, don't stop. Don't ever stop," Kathryn mewed happily as she felt her orgasms build, for she knew she would have many.

Her heat threatened to engulf Seven, which pleased her because she knew she had done well for Kathryn. Seven had never dreamed that dancing could be so sensuous, and hoped that, once Kathryn had achieved satisfaction, she would touch her or permit her and B'Elanna to touch one another, for she was as excited herself by now as her beloved Sultana was. Smoothly and respectfully she lapped the throbbing genitalia of her mistress, trembling with anticipation because she well knew the strength and duration of Kathryn's pleasure, especially when it was pleasure delayed.

"More honey, B'Elanna," Kathryn demanded. "Open yourself to me."

B'Elanna reached down and spread her labia for Kathryn, enduring the torture of her probing tongue as Kathryn sought to stimulate and satisfy only herself with no thought for B'Elanna's needs. Or rather, B'Elanna believed that Kathryn was well aware of her need and fully intended to make that fire burn ever more brightly before extinguishing it, if she meant to let her come at all.

"Yes, yes, yes," Kathryn grunted as she tasted B'Elanna's hot juices, teasing ever so delicately to make her spurt in anguished need.

"Ah, Kathryn, oh, please," B'Elanna moaned, shaking with desire.

"You deserve worse punishment than this," Kathryn murmured. "How dare you tease your lord? Remember who is ruler here."

"Forgive me, Sultana, I beg you," B'Elanna wailed, her sex spasming.

"Not a chance," Kathryn said, thrashing her clit mercilessly, then pulling back to savor the delightful sweetness she had produced.

Beneath Kathryn, Seven ground herself against the mattress while devouring her mistress with eager lips and tongue. Kathryn had no desire to resist and with a scream of ecstasy, released herself into Seven's mouth with an endless shudder that shook the divan, her body clenching and relaxing over and over, uncontrollably.

"More!" Kathryn screamed. "More! More! More!" She thrashed about on the divan forcing both women to scramble after her to maintain the contact necessary to keep her coming. "Oooohhh! Oooohhhh! Ah - ah - AAAHHH!" the Sultana shrieked, clutching at B'Elanna's thighs and bringing her wife down on her face at last, continuing to suck her juices from her slit.

Seven had to all but tackle Kathryn to keep them together, and she entered her lover's cleft deeply, completely, repeatedly, making Kathryn climax again and again until she was spent, as she had commanded. Kathryn in turn, filled Seven completely, until she was gorged on the Sultana's come. "Oh, thank you, Excellency," Seven sighed. "You honor your unworthy concubine with your pleasure."

"You are more than worthy, my darling," Kathryn murmured. "Come here to me, and let me taste your lips," she invited silkily, pushing B'Elanna away.

Seven crawled up into Kathryn's arms and pressed fully against her as their lips joined. Kathryn broke the kiss just long enough to order, "B'Elanna, caress Seven from behind and pleasure her until she comes. I want to feel her climax as we kiss."

"Yes, Sultana," B'Elanna sulked. She slid behind Seven, lifting her upper leg to be able to reach her swollen genitals, and began gently to stroke Seven's aching pussy, trying to ignore the hot hardness of her own neglected womanhood. As Seven's ass began to writhe against her mound, B'Elanna moaned in pain.

Kathryn heard her frustration. "You do not deserve to feel pleasure," she told B'Elanna. "You are fortunate that I allow you to provide it." She then returned to the languorous kisses she shared with Seven, and ignored B'Elanna.

When Kathryn felt that Seven was about to come. She ordered B'Elanna, "Withdraw and enter Seven's anus with your tongue. I will take her pleasure myself."

B'Elanna obeyed instantly, probing the puckering rosebud and making Seven squeal in anticipation, as Kathryn simultaneously entered Seven with her fingers, making her juices cascade down her thighs. At the contact, Seven jerked and came with a gush onto the divan, squirming and moaning her delight to Kathryn, "Oh, Sultana, Excellency! Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "Thank you, thank you!"

Kathryn permitted Seven only one climax before withdrawing her hand. "Continue to pleasure her, B'Elanna, and see that you lick up every drop," Kathryn commanded. "I'll allow you one more orgasm, Seven. I expect you to stop on your own, and save the rest of your pleasure for me, for later."

"I will, Sultana. You are very gracious," Seven gasped, rolling over on her back to let B'Elanna lie between her legs. "Thank you," she gasped as B'Elanna began to lick and kiss her, again putting aside her own frustration to enjoy more of Seven's pleasure. In a few short moments Seven was coming again, screaming with delight as Kathryn suckled her generous breasts, and then she said, "That will be enough, thank you, B'Elanna."

"Now, Seven, I will let you decide. Shall I forgive B'Elanna for her trickery and relieve her needs?" Kathryn asked.

"Oh, yes, please, Sultana," Seven said, pulling the moaning Klingon close and kissing her. "She worked so very hard to program this present for you. She meant you no disrespect. I know she was only trying to increase your pleasure through the use of the device."

"I see. B'Elanna, will you wear the device yourself whenever I ask?" Kathryn teased.

"Oh, yes, Sultana, please. I beg forgiveness," B'Elanna beseeched her, clasping her hand and kissing it humbly.

"Then I will take you myself. Come here, love," Kathryn said, and she drew the shaking woman into her arms and braced her thighs apart, gratified to feel her wife relax to her touch. "Mmmm, yes, darling, I love you so," she whispered as she stroked the aching loins of her lover. "Give yourself to me now. I want to own you and all of your pleasure. I demand your offering. Come for me."

B'Elanna groaned and thrust madly against the strength of Kathryn's hand, feeling her muscles clench and spasm wildly in Kathryn's control. "Ohhhhh . . . aaaahhh. Mercy, Sultana," she pleaded, eyes tightly shut.

"Look at me," Kathryn demanded quietly. "I want to see your submission."

"Yes, please, my love," B'Elanna obeyed her, the deep brown eyes focusing on Kathryn's sea-blue ones. "Take me. Do anything you want with me."

"Tell me who you are," Kathryn encouraged.

"Your wife, your concubine, your slave," B'Elanna moaned, writhing.

"And will you tease me again?" Kathryn asked, slowing her hand.

"No, Sultana, no. Never, never, nev - ERRRRRRRRRRRR! Arrrrrgggghhhhhh!" B'Elanna roared as the Sultana's hand suddenly sped up and pushed her over the edge into the abyss. "Kathryn! Kathryn! Ohmigoddddd!" she shrieked as her legs flailed and she looked up deeply into Kathryn's eyes. "Oh, GODS! How I love you!" she wailed, totally out her mind with the shock of her release. Finally she sagged and began to weep helplessly, and then she felt Seven covering them all with light blankets, and sliding in to hold her from the other side. "Oh, Seven . . . Kathryn . . . thank you," she sighed.

"Computer, lights," Seven ordered, and they dimmed almost completely.

"Computer, wake us in an hour," Kathryn instructed. "I want more."

Epilogue

"Well, that was quite a successful birthday present, wasn't it?" B'Elanna giggled when she and Kathryn were alone in their quarters. Seven still had to regenerate in her alcove from time to time and she had just gone to do that.

"Indeed it was, and you are so naughty," Kathryn said, giving her mate a squeeze. "It was delightful."

"So, when are you going to marry her?" B'Elanna asked casually, stroking Kathryn's thigh.

Kathryn pulled back sharply. "What are you talking about?" She flushed uncomfortably, as if caught in some deceit.

"I think you know. She loves you, you love her. At the moment, it's as if she's our concubine. That isn't fair. You can't just play with her forever. Right now we're hiding our involvement with her from the crew, letting them think we're all just good buddies. She deserves more than that," B'Elanna insisted.

Kathryn looked at B'Elanna intently. "Do you want me to marry her?"

"Yes. Of course!" B'Elanna declared. "She pleases you, and I want you to have her. Seeing you together pleases me. Including her enhances our relationship. It makes it a little different, sure, but better as well."

Kathryn sat back. "I see. Well, I'm not at all sure how she feels about this. And then there's you. Are you going to marry her, too?"

B'Elanna cocked her head. "Possibly, probably, but not right away. I think one wife at a time will be enough for her to deal with. Let her get used to you, then we'll think about me."

"Oh, B'Elanna, darling, I don't know. There's an awful lot to consider," Kathryn said, looking worried.

"Then you had better put your pretty little head to work on it, Dr Janeway," B'Elanna prodded. "She's in love with you, you're in love with her and we all have to deal with it." She gave Kathryn's leg a pat. "The sooner the better."

"You do want to live in harem, then?" Kathryn smiled slightly.

"As long as it's yours," B'Elanna agreed softly, curling into her arms. "As long as I always belong to you."

Kathryn kissed her firmly. "You always will."