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WARNING: яой, английский
Pull up a corpse of a fallen enemy, re-fill your blood wine and we'll begin
The tale begins on a Klingon staging post, not far from AR-558 on the edge of Klingon space... An old D-7 cruiser had just offloaded a collection of newly trained warriors, ready for reassignment to replace injured crew members returning from the front...
... Among the new officers was K'Vorj, who came from a well-respected, but unremarkable house, which had allowed him to join the military at a higher rank than most. Still less than 30 years old, he was commanding some men who were already nearly 10 years older than him and was still learning to deal with the constant attempts from his mento at best undermine his authority, and at worst kill him for promotion...
... This made the nights particularly hard, as despite being a well trained warrior, he had not been used to sleeping with a D'k tahg next to his bed, in fear of his life... He'd already survived one attempt by his second in command which left him with a large scar on his cheek and a minor puncture-wound on his right shoulder. Luckily for him he had proven that he was a light sleeper, with quick reflexes, and the men troubled him less now than they had before...
... Once he and his men had dumped what few belongings they'd brought with them onto what passed for their beds, he reported to his new commanding officer about the Vor'Cha class vessle he'd been assigned to... He assumed that their first mission would be a simple one, as most of the crew were new, but on his way to the bridge he passed the imposing figure of General Martok marching swiftly in the opposite direction with a grim expression on his face, he shoved K'Vorj aside as he strode past, pushing him against the bulkhead almost without even realising he was there...
... This didn't bode well, and as he entered the bridge he immediately sensed a absence of the usual Klingon lust for battle that exists on a ship of this type. He approached the captains chair and quickly saluted its occupant. An old, grey-haired warrior more than his share of battle scars. "Reporting for duty" he said in as imposing a voice as he could manage... Expecting an equally barking reply from the commander... But all he got was a grunt of indifference.
"I'm not the one you should be reporting to" said the commander in a weary tone... Don't you know who's leading this mission?
"I assumed you were, sir" said K'Vorj in a less certain tone, looking around him a the other officers who were now staring back at him, each looking as grim as the last...
"You think they'd give an old fool like me the command of this ship" he replied... The commander has just left, I'm surprised you didn't see him on your way here.
"General Martok will lead us" said the communications officer who had turned to face K'Vorj... This news made his face break into a grin of satisfaction, to serve with someone so famous as Martok was an honour greater than most would receive in their entire lifetime, this satisfaction was obviously apparant as the old warrier in the captain's chair chuckled to himself: "You won't feel so pleased with yourself when you find out where we're going" he said... "But you'll find out soon enough, all new officers are to report to Martok personally"
K'Vorj didn't know what to make of these comments, but he didn't have much time to dwell on them... "The General is in the commander's cabin on deck 2, report there immediately"... He saluted and left the bridge hastily, making his way to the turbolift shaft, tripping over cables and tools along the way as the ship was undergoing heavy repairs after its last mission. As the turbolift moved slowly down a deck, the fact suddenly began to dawn on him that he was about the meet one of the most respected warriors in the whole of Klingon history...
Despite all his training and dealings with other superior officers, nothing could quite prepare him for this, and despite his best efforst he began to sweat slightly, taking a deep breath as the turbolift doors opened onto the second deck...
To his surprise, he came face to face with someone looking far more flustered than himself... A female officer stood impatiently waiting as the lift doors opened... Her face glistening with sweat and her uniform fitting badly, which was obviously causing her discomfort... "Out of my way P'tach" were her only words as she barged past into the lift and quickly barked instructions to it "Deck 4... DECK 4", before the doors closed swiftly again...
K'Vorj made his way down the corridor to the captains cabin, on his way he passed a work crew who were laughing loudly, looking down the corridor he had just come along. "Stop laughing and back to work!" he shouted at them. They only half obayed, their faces still grinning uncontrollably... "What is it?" he growled at their team leader....
"That female..." he said... Something tells me she didn't quite meet with the General's expectations. She went in acting like the Emperor's mate, and came out at warp speed looking like she'd just visited the afterlife!"
K'Vorj allowed himself a small grin too... Before glaring at the engineers and continuing on his way. Finally reaching the captain's cabin and hitting it twice, firmly with his fist...
"What is it?!" came an obviously frustrated voice from inside, "I asked not to be disturbed!"
"I am reporting for duty, sir!" he replied. "I was sent here from the bridge"...
A grunt came from behind the door, which soon slid aside. Martok glared at him briefly with his one eye, before quickly stepping back away from the door "Enter" he said, as he walked over to behind a large table, covered with charts...
"You are K'Vorj?" said the General, staring at him, still with a glare on his face... "I have heard good things about you, both from your training camp, and your men"...
"I serve the empire, sir" K'Vorj replied, trying to think of a reply that didn't make him sound like a schoolchild...
"As do we all!" replied Martok "But that is not why you are here, is it? To die in the name of some government, even one as mighty as the Klingon Empire... No, you must be here for yourself, to claim your own honour"
He didn't know what to say to this, but it didn't matter, as Martok interrupted him before he could begin to speak "to be lead like Targ to the slaughter, just because our masters command it... No, a Klingon warrior lusts for battle regardless of it's reason"
The general came closer to him, leaning forward across the table and lowering his voice "Any coward can go into battle because they are told to do so but it takes the heart of a warrior to yearn for the fight". He slumped into a chair and looked up at K'Vorj... "SIT" he said in a commanding voice...
K'Vorj sat in a chair next to him, beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation, in which he'd said practically nothing...
"The men on this ship are comprised of old fools and cowards" Martok continued... "And the females... One just offered herself to me as-if she was the Sword of Kahless itself... Stupid animal, as if I would mate with that P'tach"
K'Vorj squirmed uneasily at this... Partly because he was not expecting to hear this level of personal detail from someone like Martok... But also because it was so long since his last encounter with anyone that he'd almost mate with a Targ, nevermind a perfectly attractive female...
Martok looked acorss at him, his lip curling in a quiet growl as a grin crossed his face... "And you" he said "You know what it means to comamnd men... you must have total loyalty" his gaze never leaving K'Vorj for a second... "Are YOU loyal to your commanding officers?"
"Of course" was his immediate reply, his level of discomfort growing now with every breath "Do you question my loyalty sir?"
"I question the loyalty of every man I serve with until I have evidence to support it" was the reply, you can only truly trust a man when you have experienced the most extreme situations with them"
"You mean in battle?" K'Vorj questioned...
"I mean in every sense" came the reply "there is nothing that cannot be experienced between warriors who bond in every sense... In understanding how they react in this extreme situations, you can better understand them on the field of battle"
K'Vorj now began to feel something other than mild discomfort... Martok's meaning was dawning on him and it's affect was not one he was expecting... He moved slightly in his seat and began to part his legs slightly to ease his discomfort.... Martok obviously noticed this as his grin spread across his face "I see you understand what I'm saying" he said as he glanced down...
"Are you ready for this experience of which I speak?" asked the General, his gaze fixed back on K'Vorj's face, this did little but to increase his discomfort between his legs as he breathed deeply... "General" he said, with a slight grin returning to his own face now "A Klingon warrior is ready for anything"
Martok stood and walked slowly over to him, still fixing him with a deep stare... "STAND" he said firmly, K'Vorj quickly obaying as the general stood closer to him, inhailing deeply as he growled. Before reaching out and grasping firmly between K'Vorj's legs, squeeing just tightly enough to cause a slight amount of pain, while also causing the size of the object being held to increase rapidly
K'Vorj breathed in sharply at that act, squirming slightly as his member expanded within his uniform before pushing his hips into martok's hand without even thinking... Then, realising the opportunity he had before him, quickly moved his hand to grasp Martok in the same place, moving his hand up and down to feel the full length of what he imagined he'd soon be seeing
Martok responded in a similar way, pushing against K'Vorj's hand and causing his member to twitch under his uniform before quickly moving his hands to release K'Vorj of his lower uniform. Grasping firmly at his testicles before stroking more softly up and down his firm shaft... Growling with satisfaction as he did so...
K'Vorj responded to what was obviously an invitation to do the same, removing Martok's lower uniform to expose his large rod. He gazed at it for a moment before circling his fingers around it and grasping it firmly, stroking slowly but deliberately up and down it's length, as he'd done to himself many times a night when alone in his bed...
Each stroke up and down it's length seemed to cause Martok to let out another deep growl... Returning the favour as he squeezed K'Vorj's own shaft even more tightly... K'Vorj closed his eyes and began to slowly hump his hips against Martok's hand, causing him to slide forwards and backwards through the General's fingers...
The general let out a deep growl and suddenly pushed K'Vorj to the ground, spreading his legs and grasping at his shaft now with both hands. K'Vorj just squeezed his eyes closed and raised his knees slightly, allowing the General full access to him
An invitation which Martok took willingly, leaning forward to bite the young Klingon's testicles and lick his rough tongue up and down his swollen member. The tip of which was already showing signs of what would soon be flowing from it...
Martok now moved himself up to sit astride K'Vorj's chest, the young Klingon immediately taking hold of the general's hard shaft and sliding it rapidly into his mouth. Martok moaned deeply and began to hump smoothly but quickly, sliding his tip in and hout of K'Vorj's mouth as he sucked and licked, using his hands to squeeze the general's testicles at the same time
K'Vorj continued sucking hard, struggling to fit much of Martok's large member into his own sizeable mouth... Enjoying the taste of sweat, skin and just a small amount of cum as well... Until suddenly Martok pulled away, turned around and quickly put his leg back across K'Vorj's face, pushing his crotch against his mouth as the general grasped his cock once again and recommenced sucking it as he began quickly stroking it as well...
K'Vorj quickly responded by grabbing Martok's member in reply and stuffing it back into his mouth, sucking hard on it as he started stroking back in return.... Soon both of them had eachother'd dicks deep in their mouths, sucking hard on them as they both started to move their hips in quick, deep humping motions... Unable to hold back a collection of loud moans...
They continued their thrusting, pushing their dicks deep into eachothers mouths as they both began to feel the pressure building within their rods, squeezing eachother tighter and feeling eachothers dicks swelling between their lips
- After a few minutes of hard sucking and humping, neither of them could take it anymore... The pressure within their dicks grew to an unbearable level, and they both let it out into eachothers mouths with a roaring growl. They grabbed eachothers asses and squeezes them tightly as they thrashed about on the floor, the tips of their dicks squirting hot cum over both their tongues as they swallowed mouthful after mouthful
Both their cocks slowly squirted the last bits of cum until they both lay there with mouthes full of eachothers cum... Until Martok slowly pulled himself off K'Vorj and turned around, a little white liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth, before slowly but firmly pressing his lips against K'Vorj's. Opening their mouths to allow the liquid to mix, before swallowing deeply and letting-out a howl of satisfaction and release.