"Do you think that Branson would really travel to the past to kill an entire family for Hatherton? If I could find proof, I could have a story good enough to finally bring down Branson.", Christine looked at Deveniss lying on the bed.
The old Selayan chuckled as he lifted the covers so Christine could crawl into his bed. Christine crawled in close to the old Selayan's robes. He had been a fine find for the beautiful Romulan-Vulcan hybrid.
Deveniss looked at Christine, "Is Jack okay?"
"He is just nicely asleep. Thank you for asking.", Christine smiled.
Deveniss put his hand on her naked hip. Christine was surprised how warm it felt. Like the Cardassians, the Selayans are cold blooded, with their body temperature adjusting to their surroundings. The touch sent feelings through her loins that she had not felt in a long time. Belvedere was the only man who could bring those feelings.
Christine felt very uncomfortable when she slowly moved the clawed fingers closer to her special place. She was terrified but she had heard the stories from Saehir Marrus about his legendary knuckle rub. Christine also had heard the stories about Admiral Tan and Summer Vasa and the legendary fun that Summer has been able to have.
Deveniss slowly touched the beautiful hybrid. Christine gave out a little whimper with the touch. It felt amazing. Christine moved away from her new found love to lay on her back. She could not believe the look in her own eyes as she saw the old Admiral as something other than a warm place to sleep.
Christine's body quivered as the Selayan disappeared beneath the covers and slowly lowered his head down to between her legs. Christine had heard the stories from Saehir about his legendary forked tongue but she never believed the legends about seeing stars. Christine saw stars that night. She literally gripped the sheets so hard that the corners pulled off the bed.
Deveniss came up to beside the reporter. His snout literally glistened from the juices of the hybrid. Christine kissed him on the snout, "You dirty old man."
"You spicy little thing.", Deveniss taunted back.
Christine cuddled in against the Admiral. Not since General Brown had left had she felt so safe. There were no thoughts of how to hurt Nicole Branson or of General Belvedere Brown and the bitter fight over Jack T'Nley-Brown.
Deveniss was supposed to be just a figurehead. He was not supposed to be a lover.
Posted by:
Christine T'Nley
OWN Reporter
Observatory 642
King's Fleet
