austickler92
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(Written using AI)
Hoshi hesitated outside T'Pol's quarters on the second night, her pulse quickening at the memory of the previous session. Sleep had come easier after that intense neuro-pressure treatment—deeper, dreamless hours that left her refreshed for her bridge shift—but the cost lingered in her body. The tickling had ignited something unexpected, a heat that simmered through her day, making her thighs press together during quiet moments. She hadn't mentioned it to anyone, least of all T'Pol, but the pull to return was irresistible. Two more sessions, the Vulcan had said. She needed the rest, she told herself. That's all.
The door hissed open at her chime, and T'Pol stood there, her expression unchanging, the low lights casting shadows across her sharp features. 'Ensign Sato. Punctual. Your vitals from last night's scan indicate partial improvement in neural alignment. Proceed to disrobe and position yourself.'
Hoshi nodded, stepping inside, the door sealing behind her. No small talk this time; the air felt charged, familiar. She stripped efficiently, folding her uniform away, her skin already prickling in anticipation. The thin bra and panties clung to her slender form, nipples pebbling slightly in the cool air. Without prompting, she lay on the bed, arms and legs extended, knowing what came next.
T'Pol retrieved the restraints immediately, her movements precise as she fastened the soft bands around Hoshi's wrists and ankles. The fabric pulled taut, spreading her limbs just enough to expose every inch—arms pinned above her head, legs parted slightly, her flat stomach rising and falling with quick breaths. Hoshi tested the hold, a thrill shooting through her core. Bound from the start, no chance to squirm away. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a faint dampness already forming.
'Given your heightened sensitivity,' T'Pol said, her voice even as she settled beside the bed, 'manual pressure proved inefficient last night. For optimal stimulation tonight, I propose an alternative Vulcan variant: oral neuro-pressure. The tongue provides finer control, warmer application, and deeper penetration of neural nodes through moisture and vibration. It is more intimate but demonstrably effective for resistant cases.'
Hoshi's eyes widened, heat flooding her cheeks. Oral? T'Pol's mouth on her skin—licking, probing? The image sent a jolt straight to her clit, but she swallowed hard, keeping her voice steady. 'If it's more effective... yeah, I agree. Whatever helps the sleep.' Internally, though, her mind raced: God, this is going to drive me insane. I know I'm already wet just thinking about it.
T'Pol inclined her head. 'Logical choice. Breathe steadily. We begin with the upper nodes.' She leaned over Hoshi's upper chest, her breath warm against the hollow of Hoshi's collarbone. Then her tongue extended—flat and deliberate—lapping slowly across the skin there. The first lick was soft, wet, tracing the bone's edge with a gentle flick at the end.
Hoshi's body tensed, a shiver rippling through her. It wasn't just pressure; the tongue's texture added a slippery tickle, like a warm feather dragging over her nerves. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle, but her shoulders twitched against the restraints.
T'Pol continued without pause, her tongue circling the node, pressing firmer now, the tip vibrating slightly as she hummed a low Vulcan tone to enhance the stimulation. The sensation built—ticklish sparks dancing down Hoshi's arms, making her fingers curl. 'Remain still,' T'Pol murmured against her skin, the words vibrating through the licks.
But stillness was impossible. As T'Pol's mouth moved to Hoshi's shoulders, sucking lightly on the muscle before licking broad strokes along the blade, laughter bubbled up. Hoshi's torso jerked, the wet tickle intensifying with each pass. 'Heh—it's... tickly already,' she gasped, her voice light, embarrassed.
T'Pol lifted her head briefly. 'The humidity amplifies somatosensory response. Endure.' Then she dove back in, tongue flicking rapidly across Hoshi's arm from shoulder to elbow, the quick laps like playful nips that had Hoshi squirming, giggles turning to breathy snorts.
The session stretched, T'Pol methodical, covering every inch of Hoshi's arms. She traced veins with the tip of her tongue, then flattened it to lap at the inner elbow's sensitive crease, drawing out squeals as Hoshi's elbows bent futilely against the bonds. Minutes passed—five, ten?—the tickling relentless, Hoshi's skin glistening from saliva and sweat. Her laughter echoed softly in the quarters, body straining, but the warmth in her belly grew, a subtle throb between her legs she tried to ignore.
It's just the treatment, Hoshi thought, even as her pussy lips swelled, slickness coating her inner thighs. But fuck, her tongue feels so good, even when it tickles like hell.
T'Pol shifted lower, to Hoshi's ribs. Her tongue dragged sideways across the bones, one by one, the wet glide sending electric tickles that made Hoshi arch, howling with mirth. 'T'Pol! Haha—stop, no, don't—my sides!' She thrashed, the restraints creaking, her breasts bouncing with each convulsion. T'Pol's mouth worked steadily, licking the dips between ribs, then sucking gently on the floating ones, the suction pulling a deeper, more frantic laugh from Hoshi's throat.
The tickling dragged on, T'Pol alternating speeds—slow, teasing laps that built the itch, then rapid flicks that shattered control. Hoshi's face flushed, tears streaming from laughter, her abs contracting painfully. Yet beneath the torment, heat pooled low; her clit pulsed with each lick, nipples straining against her bra like hard peaks.
I'm so turned on, Hoshi admitted silently, the realisation hitting as T'Pol's tongue reached her underarms. This isn't just tickling anymore. Her mouth on me... it's making my pussy ache. I want her to go lower, god, I do. But she clamped her lips shut, moaning through the giggles instead.
T'Pol noticed—the quickened breaths, the way Hoshi's hips rolled subtly, the scent of arousal faint in the air—but said nothing, her dark eyes flicking over Hoshi's form with clinical detachment masking deeper observation. She lapped at the underarm hollows, tongue delving into the creases, the intimate wetness making Hoshi buck wildly, screams of laughter mixing with whimpers.
'Your neural pathways are responding,' T'Pol stated coolly, pulling back to assess, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to Hoshi's skin. 'Proceeding to abdominal nodes.'
Hoshi panted, chest heaving, her panties now visibly damp, the fabric clinging to her swollen folds. She's so close to my pussy. If she licks there... The thought made her clench, a fresh gush of wetness seeping out.
T'Pol's tongue descended, circling Hoshi's navel with slow, swirling licks. The tip dipped in briefly, fucking the shallow hole with wet thrusts that had Hoshi shrieking, body convulsing as if shocked. Laughter poured out, uncontrollable, her stomach muscles quivering under the assault. T'Pol expanded outward, licking broad paths across the abdomen, the tongue's heat contrasting the cool air, tickling every nerve ending.
Longer now—fifteen minutes on her belly alone—the licks varied: feather-light traces that teased, firm presses that probed deep, vibrating hums that rattled Hoshi's core. She writhed, sweat-slicked, her pussy throbbing openly, clit begging for touch. Admit it, Hoshi—you're dripping for this. Her tongue is torturing you, and you love it. You want to cum from the tickling. The internal confession fuelled the fire, her moans growing louder amid the laughs.
T'Pol moved to Hoshi's hips, tongue tracing the bones, dipping into the creases where thighs met torso. The proximity to her core made Hoshi's arousal spike; she felt exposed, vulnerable, her slick pussy lips parting slightly under the soaked panties. T'Pol's licks skirted the edges, never crossing, but the nearness amplified everything—the tickles shooting straight to her clit like arrows.
'Please—haha—it's too much!' Hoshi begged through tears, but her body betrayed her, hips lifting toward the mouth.
T'Pol ignored the plea, proceeding to the thighs. She started outer, licking long strokes from knee to hip, the wet path tickling mercilessly, Hoshi's legs straining against the ankle bonds. Then inner thighs—oh god, the inner thighs—where skin was thinnest, most sensitive. T'Pol's tongue lapped upward, inches from Hoshi's pussy, the heat of her breath ghosting over the damp fabric.
Hoshi's laughter fractured into gasps, her clit swelling painfully, pussy clenching around nothing as arousal crested. She's right there. I can feel her breath on my pussy. If she just... no, don't say it. But fuck, I'm going to cum if she keeps this up. She bit her tongue, silent, body a live wire.
The tickling endured, T'Pol's mouth working both thighs for what felt like eternity—twenty minutes of licks, sucks, and flicks that left Hoshi hoarse, drenched, her arousal undeniable. T'Pol's gaze lingered on the wet spot between Hoshi's legs, noting the quiver, the scent, but her expression remained stoic, logical.
Finally, Hoshi’s feet. T'Pol gripped one foot, spreading toes with her fingers before her tongue attacked. She licked the sole from heel to ball, flat and slow, the wetness making it slicker, more torturous. Hoshi howled, foot flexing wildly, the tickle radiating up her leg to her dripping core.
T'Pol sucked each toe individually—tongue swirling around the pads, dipping between them—the intimate suction pulling moans from Hoshi's throat, her pussy spasming as pleasure twisted the tickle. Yes, like that—suck my toes while I imagine you sucking my clit. I'm such a mess for this. The session's length pushed her to the edge; she teetered, body trembling, but held back, admitting only to herself how desperately she needed release.
After exhaustive coverage—over an hour of lick-tickling every node, Hoshi limp and quivering, pussy soaked and aching—T'Pol withdrew. 'Alignment complete. Your endorphin levels are elevated; sleep should follow.' She unfastened the restraints, her fingers grazing Hoshi's thigh—a touch that nearly tipped her over.
Hoshi sat up slowly, legs shaky, avoiding T'Pol's eyes. 'Thanks. It... worked last night. Probably will again.' She dressed, the fabric chafing her sensitive skin, arousal still pulsing. As she left, she knew the third session loomed, and with it, the risk of begging for more than just sleep.
Hoshi hesitated outside T'Pol's quarters on the second night, her pulse quickening at the memory of the previous session. Sleep had come easier after that intense neuro-pressure treatment—deeper, dreamless hours that left her refreshed for her bridge shift—but the cost lingered in her body. The tickling had ignited something unexpected, a heat that simmered through her day, making her thighs press together during quiet moments. She hadn't mentioned it to anyone, least of all T'Pol, but the pull to return was irresistible. Two more sessions, the Vulcan had said. She needed the rest, she told herself. That's all.
The door hissed open at her chime, and T'Pol stood there, her expression unchanging, the low lights casting shadows across her sharp features. 'Ensign Sato. Punctual. Your vitals from last night's scan indicate partial improvement in neural alignment. Proceed to disrobe and position yourself.'
Hoshi nodded, stepping inside, the door sealing behind her. No small talk this time; the air felt charged, familiar. She stripped efficiently, folding her uniform away, her skin already prickling in anticipation. The thin bra and panties clung to her slender form, nipples pebbling slightly in the cool air. Without prompting, she lay on the bed, arms and legs extended, knowing what came next.
T'Pol retrieved the restraints immediately, her movements precise as she fastened the soft bands around Hoshi's wrists and ankles. The fabric pulled taut, spreading her limbs just enough to expose every inch—arms pinned above her head, legs parted slightly, her flat stomach rising and falling with quick breaths. Hoshi tested the hold, a thrill shooting through her core. Bound from the start, no chance to squirm away. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a faint dampness already forming.
'Given your heightened sensitivity,' T'Pol said, her voice even as she settled beside the bed, 'manual pressure proved inefficient last night. For optimal stimulation tonight, I propose an alternative Vulcan variant: oral neuro-pressure. The tongue provides finer control, warmer application, and deeper penetration of neural nodes through moisture and vibration. It is more intimate but demonstrably effective for resistant cases.'
Hoshi's eyes widened, heat flooding her cheeks. Oral? T'Pol's mouth on her skin—licking, probing? The image sent a jolt straight to her clit, but she swallowed hard, keeping her voice steady. 'If it's more effective... yeah, I agree. Whatever helps the sleep.' Internally, though, her mind raced: God, this is going to drive me insane. I know I'm already wet just thinking about it.
T'Pol inclined her head. 'Logical choice. Breathe steadily. We begin with the upper nodes.' She leaned over Hoshi's upper chest, her breath warm against the hollow of Hoshi's collarbone. Then her tongue extended—flat and deliberate—lapping slowly across the skin there. The first lick was soft, wet, tracing the bone's edge with a gentle flick at the end.
Hoshi's body tensed, a shiver rippling through her. It wasn't just pressure; the tongue's texture added a slippery tickle, like a warm feather dragging over her nerves. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle, but her shoulders twitched against the restraints.
T'Pol continued without pause, her tongue circling the node, pressing firmer now, the tip vibrating slightly as she hummed a low Vulcan tone to enhance the stimulation. The sensation built—ticklish sparks dancing down Hoshi's arms, making her fingers curl. 'Remain still,' T'Pol murmured against her skin, the words vibrating through the licks.
But stillness was impossible. As T'Pol's mouth moved to Hoshi's shoulders, sucking lightly on the muscle before licking broad strokes along the blade, laughter bubbled up. Hoshi's torso jerked, the wet tickle intensifying with each pass. 'Heh—it's... tickly already,' she gasped, her voice light, embarrassed.
T'Pol lifted her head briefly. 'The humidity amplifies somatosensory response. Endure.' Then she dove back in, tongue flicking rapidly across Hoshi's arm from shoulder to elbow, the quick laps like playful nips that had Hoshi squirming, giggles turning to breathy snorts.
The session stretched, T'Pol methodical, covering every inch of Hoshi's arms. She traced veins with the tip of her tongue, then flattened it to lap at the inner elbow's sensitive crease, drawing out squeals as Hoshi's elbows bent futilely against the bonds. Minutes passed—five, ten?—the tickling relentless, Hoshi's skin glistening from saliva and sweat. Her laughter echoed softly in the quarters, body straining, but the warmth in her belly grew, a subtle throb between her legs she tried to ignore.
It's just the treatment, Hoshi thought, even as her pussy lips swelled, slickness coating her inner thighs. But fuck, her tongue feels so good, even when it tickles like hell.
T'Pol shifted lower, to Hoshi's ribs. Her tongue dragged sideways across the bones, one by one, the wet glide sending electric tickles that made Hoshi arch, howling with mirth. 'T'Pol! Haha—stop, no, don't—my sides!' She thrashed, the restraints creaking, her breasts bouncing with each convulsion. T'Pol's mouth worked steadily, licking the dips between ribs, then sucking gently on the floating ones, the suction pulling a deeper, more frantic laugh from Hoshi's throat.
The tickling dragged on, T'Pol alternating speeds—slow, teasing laps that built the itch, then rapid flicks that shattered control. Hoshi's face flushed, tears streaming from laughter, her abs contracting painfully. Yet beneath the torment, heat pooled low; her clit pulsed with each lick, nipples straining against her bra like hard peaks.
I'm so turned on, Hoshi admitted silently, the realisation hitting as T'Pol's tongue reached her underarms. This isn't just tickling anymore. Her mouth on me... it's making my pussy ache. I want her to go lower, god, I do. But she clamped her lips shut, moaning through the giggles instead.
T'Pol noticed—the quickened breaths, the way Hoshi's hips rolled subtly, the scent of arousal faint in the air—but said nothing, her dark eyes flicking over Hoshi's form with clinical detachment masking deeper observation. She lapped at the underarm hollows, tongue delving into the creases, the intimate wetness making Hoshi buck wildly, screams of laughter mixing with whimpers.
'Your neural pathways are responding,' T'Pol stated coolly, pulling back to assess, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to Hoshi's skin. 'Proceeding to abdominal nodes.'
Hoshi panted, chest heaving, her panties now visibly damp, the fabric clinging to her swollen folds. She's so close to my pussy. If she licks there... The thought made her clench, a fresh gush of wetness seeping out.
T'Pol's tongue descended, circling Hoshi's navel with slow, swirling licks. The tip dipped in briefly, fucking the shallow hole with wet thrusts that had Hoshi shrieking, body convulsing as if shocked. Laughter poured out, uncontrollable, her stomach muscles quivering under the assault. T'Pol expanded outward, licking broad paths across the abdomen, the tongue's heat contrasting the cool air, tickling every nerve ending.
Longer now—fifteen minutes on her belly alone—the licks varied: feather-light traces that teased, firm presses that probed deep, vibrating hums that rattled Hoshi's core. She writhed, sweat-slicked, her pussy throbbing openly, clit begging for touch. Admit it, Hoshi—you're dripping for this. Her tongue is torturing you, and you love it. You want to cum from the tickling. The internal confession fuelled the fire, her moans growing louder amid the laughs.
T'Pol moved to Hoshi's hips, tongue tracing the bones, dipping into the creases where thighs met torso. The proximity to her core made Hoshi's arousal spike; she felt exposed, vulnerable, her slick pussy lips parting slightly under the soaked panties. T'Pol's licks skirted the edges, never crossing, but the nearness amplified everything—the tickles shooting straight to her clit like arrows.
'Please—haha—it's too much!' Hoshi begged through tears, but her body betrayed her, hips lifting toward the mouth.
T'Pol ignored the plea, proceeding to the thighs. She started outer, licking long strokes from knee to hip, the wet path tickling mercilessly, Hoshi's legs straining against the ankle bonds. Then inner thighs—oh god, the inner thighs—where skin was thinnest, most sensitive. T'Pol's tongue lapped upward, inches from Hoshi's pussy, the heat of her breath ghosting over the damp fabric.
Hoshi's laughter fractured into gasps, her clit swelling painfully, pussy clenching around nothing as arousal crested. She's right there. I can feel her breath on my pussy. If she just... no, don't say it. But fuck, I'm going to cum if she keeps this up. She bit her tongue, silent, body a live wire.
The tickling endured, T'Pol's mouth working both thighs for what felt like eternity—twenty minutes of licks, sucks, and flicks that left Hoshi hoarse, drenched, her arousal undeniable. T'Pol's gaze lingered on the wet spot between Hoshi's legs, noting the quiver, the scent, but her expression remained stoic, logical.
Finally, Hoshi’s feet. T'Pol gripped one foot, spreading toes with her fingers before her tongue attacked. She licked the sole from heel to ball, flat and slow, the wetness making it slicker, more torturous. Hoshi howled, foot flexing wildly, the tickle radiating up her leg to her dripping core.
T'Pol sucked each toe individually—tongue swirling around the pads, dipping between them—the intimate suction pulling moans from Hoshi's throat, her pussy spasming as pleasure twisted the tickle. Yes, like that—suck my toes while I imagine you sucking my clit. I'm such a mess for this. The session's length pushed her to the edge; she teetered, body trembling, but held back, admitting only to herself how desperately she needed release.
After exhaustive coverage—over an hour of lick-tickling every node, Hoshi limp and quivering, pussy soaked and aching—T'Pol withdrew. 'Alignment complete. Your endorphin levels are elevated; sleep should follow.' She unfastened the restraints, her fingers grazing Hoshi's thigh—a touch that nearly tipped her over.
Hoshi sat up slowly, legs shaky, avoiding T'Pol's eyes. 'Thanks. It... worked last night. Probably will again.' She dressed, the fabric chafing her sensitive skin, arousal still pulsing. As she left, she knew the third session loomed, and with it, the risk of begging for more than just sleep.
