Title:  Succubus
Author:  raku
Series:  TOS/VOY XO
Part:  1/1
Rating:  NC-17
Codes:   S/f/Kes
Summary:  Kes meets a famous Vulcan.  Sparks fly.
Challenge: Part of the "Spock Fuh-q Fest," second wave http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest-2/
Disclaimer:  This is a not-for-profit work of fanfiction from which I make no financial gain.  Paramount holds rights to the characters and the setting; the plot is mine.  Thanks to kira-nerys for the assignment.
Archiving:  OK for ASC/EM archive; Spock Fuh-Q Fest archive, others, ask first.  Also archived on my web site, http://members.aol.com/raku2u on the Adult page.
Note:  This story anticipates the TOS ep "This Side of Paradise," in which Spock meets up with old almost-flame Leila Kalomi.  In the ep, she generally calls him "Mr. Spock," even after they've become lovers.   Go figure.  So she does the same thing below. 'Tain't my fault.
Spoiler warning:  This story contains spoilers for the 1998-1999 Voyager season.  If you want to watch your eps in order without advance knowledge of the plots, skip this story.

Succubus 
Copyright 2000 by raku

Spock stared at the smoking firepot, drumming his fingers.  His meditation session had been most unsatisfactory.  He had not been able to concentrate, and he was almost irked as he reflected on the reason why.

The Enterprise was on course, heading for Omicron Ceti III.  Senior officers knew the ship was supposed to offer aid to the agricultural colony that had settled there.   The medical staff was pretty sure all the colonists would be dead or dying, because they had learned the planet was bathed in the recently discovered and very toxic Berthold rays. 

Spock knew it was highly unlikely the colonists had survived.  But still he hoped, even though he knew it was illogical--he hoped at least one of the colonists was alive and well. Leila. Leila Kalomi.  He had known her on Earth, six years earlier.  He thought she was pretty; no, he thought she was beautiful.  Very beautiful, and very desirable.

They had worked together for a short time on a joint project, and at first he had been able to ignore her physical grace.  But daily exposure gradually aroused him, made it hard for him to concentrate.  Like now.  He sighed. 

Spock slumped onto his bunk in resignation.  He had to admit to himself that he would have liked to see her again. He would have liked to resolve the situation with her, so to say.  He did not like leaving things incomplete, and his time with her had certainly been, hmn, incomplete.

He worked at willing himself to sleep.  He knew it would come eventually, if he concentrated hard on putting thoughts of Leila out of his head. As he finally drifted off, a soft glow surrounded the porthole at the head of his bunk. 

* * *

Kes had very much enjoyed her trip through the wormhole--it reminded her of the water-slides that Naomi Wildman had shown her in the holodeck.  Kes hoped that the wormhole would dump her out into the Alpha Quadrant, since her friends on Voyager had told her so much about it.  She hoped it would be as pleasant a place for an energy beam as for the humanoid she used to be.

She wasn't sure this was the Alpha Quadrant, but she'd found a ship with a Star Fleet insignia, so probably they would be friendly.  She'd just stop in and see.

As Kes conducted her energized self through the metal rim of the porthole, she told herself that this wasn't illegal entry.  She didn't know how else a charged particle cloud could board a starship.  As she re-formed inside the cabin, she was sorry to find that the room's other occupant appeared to be asleep. 

She bobbed up and down for a moment, considering, then she decided she'd try communicating anyway.  Brainwaves were brainwaves, after all, awake or asleep.Even if the crew member were awake, Tuvok had taught her, she'd still have to communicate telepathically.

She glided forward and harmonized herself to the person's pattern.  Now she could detect actual brain waves.  Who was this?  Data flowed over and through her.   Aha.  A Vulcan.  Spock, his name was.  Spock--Tuvok had mentioned him to her.  He was an old friend of Tuvok's, so he was almost a friend of her own, then. Interesting. 

She stretched and reshaped herself a bit.  If she could just synchronize ... A tweak there and here--she aligned herself with his electrical patterns. She found Spock was dreaming.

"Leila," called Spock.  "Wait for me.  I'm coming."   Her laughing chuckle was just ahead of him.  He increased his speed, dodging tree limbs as he ran.

Kes wondered who Leila was.  She felt tugged and pulled in all directions, and she realized she was riding the curve of some very strong patterns of brain activity.   Not a mind-meld, more like electromagnetic force, like a force field. Very curious.   

Spock was calling again.  The giggling was louder, just a little way on.  Kes could feel his pounding feet, even on the soft turf.  He was urgently chasing Leila, who had something he very much wanted. 

The woman called Leila vanished into a thicket.  Just as Spock caught up with her, she threw herself to the ground under some pine trees.  Kes could now see her face--Leila was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and dark eyelashes.  She had an inviting smile on her lips. 

Leila spread her arms apart and in a sultry whisper she murmured, "You found me!"

Spock replied by dropping to the ground beside her and giving her a long Vulcan kiss.  

My, thought Kes as the dream played before her.  My, my.

Spock dragged at the woman's jacket zipper with his teeth.  He worried at it like a hunting dog, then tore it down.  Kes felt him smooth a hand up Leila's leg, under the hem of her skirt.  His eyes widened a bit, and he flipped up the skirt all around.   Kes could see Leila was wearing nothing underneath.

Spock ran his long fingers across the woman's flat stomach.  He traced the dark V where her legs met.

Leila whispered, "I've waited so long for this moment."  Kes was curious just who Leila was.  This was not the kind of dreams she believed Vulcans typically had. 

Spock fingered open Leila's shirt as his tongue traced the outline of her lips. Kes saw Leila's hands come up and track along the outlines of Spock's ears--the strong back ridge, the sensitive curves.  Spock cupped her breasts in his hands.  His thumbs followed each curve around, down, down.

Leila had closed her eyes and was making small noises.  She arched her back a little, pushing her breasts firmly into Spock's hands. 

Kes watched Leila undulating her hips and rolling her pelvis against her companion, and she was a little wistful for her days in a more solid body.  Spock's lips were working their way down the center of Leila's chest.  He would plant a small kiss, then lick her skin in the center of the wet mark his lips made.  Leila shuddered under him. 

At last his mouth reached her groin, but just then Leila sat up and knelt in front of him.   He slid the outside of his hand upward along the inside of her thigh and cupped his fingers into her warm center. 

Leila sighed as his fingers sank inward.  And Spock held her there, pivoting on his long fingers. Time seemed to stop around them.  Slowly, slowly she leaned forward and pulled down the zipper on the front of his overalls, in one smooth gesture.  She stood up as he pulled his arms out of the sleeves.  She unsnapped his boots and freed his legs from his jumpsuit.  He shivered a
little in the warm-for-humans air, but Leila murmured, "I'll heat you up."  

Spock lay back on the pile of his clothes and Leila sat astride him.  Kes could see Leila grinding herself back and forth, but Leila's skirt hid the details of their actions.   Suddenly a frown crossed Leila's beautiful face.  She slid backward a little and looked down.  She stared for a moment.  She moved farther back and said in a petulant tone, "What's wrong? Don't you think I'm beautiful?" 

Abruptly Leila stood up and began adjusting her clothes.  "I'm sorry I wasted your time, Mr. Spock," she said in a hurt tone.  "I guess you didn't want me as much as I thought."

Kes was a little surprised at the direction the dream was taking. Then Spock shifted on his bunk, and the dream stopped.

Such a sad dream, Kes thought.  She was musing on whether it was an actual recollection when Spock stirred more vigorously. 

He was dreaming again.  His breathing was deep and even, calmer than before.   Now Leila and Spock were walking in large field on a sunny day.  The container he carried showed they were gathering plants. Leila walked up to a bank of orange flowers on tall stems, and she leaned over to smell them. 

Kes saw Spock studying how Leila's overalls pulled taut against her backside, how the front of her overalls sagged forward a bit under the weight of her breasts as she leaned.   

At that moment, Leila turned and gave Spock a very seductive smile.  With an extended finger she hooked the strap of the carry-box and pulled it off his shoulder.  Next she reached for the zippered fly of her pants.  She began to inch it downward, all the while smiling at her companion. 

When the slide of the zipper reached the end of its track, Spock fell to his knees in front of her and buried his face against her stomach.  Kes could see that Leila was not wearing anything underneath her trousers. 

With searching fingers he drew her pants down over her hips.  Spock eased her legs a little apart as she stood in front of him, and he ran his tongue inward.  Leila gasped sharply and arched backward.  His hands had a warm grasp on her waist under her shirt, and they slid downward following the curves of her backside.

The Vulcan's stiff tongue never stopped its work as he pulled her down onto the ground next to him and finished removing her clothing.  With little ceremony he stripped and rolled onto her.  Kes watched Leila draw her knees up to give him more direct contact.

Both seemed well satisfied with the arrangements, and then Spock began to frown.  He looked downward toward his groin, between their almost-touching stomachs.  Now Leila was lifting her head up and looking puzzled also.  Spock sat back on his knees as Leila propped herself on her elbows.

Kes saw Leila point, and frown, and point again.  Spock was now rising to his feet, and Leila began to laugh.  A graceful hand gestured dismissively toward Spock's groin, and the laughter continued.  He covered himself with one hand as he reached for his clothes with the other.

As the dream ended Spock again writhed on his narrow bed, this time more strongly, and Kes tried to strengthen their link.  Maybe she could help calm him...

Leila and Spock were hiking in some hills.  Leila pointed upward and across, and the two began to work across the slope toward a pile of rocks jutting sharply from among some slender green grasses. 

When they reached the outcropping, Spock's companion sat down on the edge of the huge flat-topped mass.  She sighed at some length, apparently tired.  She took a long drink of water from a bottle and loosened her boots.  She patted the stone next to her. 

"Sit, Mr. Spock, and tell me about yourself," she said.

Spock shrugged off his pack and sat.  But he had hardly begun to speak before Leila flung her arms around him and pressed her tongue into his mouth.

With no preliminaries Leila shot a hand down to his crotch and groped at him. Kes could see her busy fingers tracing his genitals, grabbing at him and stroking him.

Leila's lips never left her companion's as she expertly undressed as much of him as she could reach.  She pulled his shirt off, got the buckle of his belt undone, and then pulled him to his feet so he could shed his pants.

Rapidly Leila tore off her own clothes and with considerable skill she spread them out on the rock. She lay backward, arms wide, legs spread, waiting eagerly for him. Kes could hear her labored breathing. 

As Kes watched, Spock lay down next to her and slid between her legs.  He began to enter his eager companion, and halted.  He rolled a bit sideways and caressed her breast with his hand, passing his palm over and over her stiff nipple. 

While Leila lay with closed eyes, drinking in the sensation, Spock tried to stiffen himself with his other hand, without her seeing what he was doing. 

In a minute he seemed satisfied, and again he tried to slide into her. Still no luck.

This time as Spock was sucking on one breast and trying to stroke himself hard, Leila lifted her head a bit and said, "What's wrong?  What's the matter?"

Spock flushed a dark green.

Leila sat up, half covering her breasts with her hands.  She leaned forward to take a good look at him, though he moved to cover his groin with a hand.  She frowned.   

"I thought you were all supposed to be hard like this!"  Leila slapped the rock next to her. "What's the matter with you?  Don't you think I'm beautiful?" 

Spock tried to respond, but the anger showing in her face was fierce.  He rolled away. 

Leila grabbed her clothes and began pulling them on. 

"I thought I loved you, Mr. Spock.  Maybe I was mistaken.  Maybe you have no feelings to give.  I'm sorry I . . . we . . . "

And she ran off down the hillside, not looking back. 

Kes was appalled.  The details told her this was the real thing, not only a dream.   How sad.  He clearly desired this woman, although there was obviously some problem between them.

After some thought, Kes up a small current between Spock and herself, a kind of humming.   It felt almost like breathing, to her, but she knew it was hitting Spock's pleasure centers, from what Tuvok had shown her of Vulcan meditative rituals.  Kes increased the power and moved a bit forward.  She could sense Spock relaxing against his bunk.

This time Spock and Leila were in a park somewhere.  A much-manicured park, whose shrubs were clipped in odd shapes.  The grass beneath them was very short, and small benches were scattered around.  Leila stood in front of Spock, who was again kneeling on the ground. Both of them were stark naked.  He seized her hips and inched her forward toward him.  He kissed the soft skin of her thigh just where it met the darker triangle, and he heard her hiss out her breath.

Leila was still standing but she parted her legs a little, and then grabbed his shoulders for support as his mouth made itself at home.  His tongue swirled and swirled--Kes noted the limp tension in the other woman's limbs, and knew Spock was bringing her to a glowing center of concentration.

Kes moved closer to Spock's bed, and concentrated the link between them as much as she could.  She could see the dream-Spock was getting very hard, but Leila had apparently not noticed yet.  She was too lost in what Spock's tongue was doing to her. 

Kes concentrated on the dream images, following every muscle, every move he made. 

Hardly pausing, Spock helped Leila stretch out on the ground next to him.  He rolled over and nudged her legs apart with his knees.  Leila groaned aloud. 

Spock took a deep breath and thrust hard into Leila.  In astonishment Kes felt him plunge directly into her midst.  She gasped.  He slowly withdrew, and every synapse screamed at the surprise stimulation.  As he made excruciating love to Leila, through the conduit Kes felt each stroke.  The
Vulcan was moving in a very steady rhythm, and Leila was uttering little cries of pleasure beneath him.  Kes offered cries of her own.

Swallowing hard, Leila murmured "You're ... so hard.  Vulcan men ... you always hear ..." Spock cut off further words by covering her mouth with his own.

Soon Leila stretched back and put her heels on his shoulders.  Spock groaned at the tight access.  Kes trembled as she surrounded her unexpected lover. He lay still for a short moment and caught his breath.  He seemed very close to coming, maybe closer than he wanted to be. Kes couldn't think clearly enough to tell.

Soon he raised himself on his arms and pulled his torso up, so that he and Leila could see him disappearing into her and reappearing. 

Spock thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and around Kes the sine curve of his brainwaves doubled in amplitude and power.  It was all she could do to manage the link.   The Vulcan's hard member slid in, and out, in, and out, and from the changes in muscle tone Kes knew orgasm was just around the corner.

He hesitated for a moment.  He changed his rhythm.  He slid himself home with a long grind, and there was an air of finality to his actions.  Strong Vulcan fingers took a firm hold of Leila's pelvis. 

Spock closed his eyes tightly, and Kes could feel a final amping-up of his brain activity. Beneath him Leila cried out as she came, and Spock released himself into her with a shudder.

* * *

Ensign Chekov studied his security console in puzzlement. "Captain," he said, "there has been a high-voltage energy discharge in Mr. Spock's quarters." 

As a security crew pelted toward the suite of the ship's first officer to investigate, a sated Kes drifted in space and looked fondly toward the nacelles of the vanishing starship.  She hoped Spock would now have better success with his Leila, whoever she was.  And next time she saw Tuvok, she'd tell him she *loved* the Alpha Quadrant.

END