Day 3: Blood Play/69ing (Tendi/T’Lyn)

Day 3: Blood Play/69ing (Tendi/T'Lyn)

Tendi's quarters were dimly lit, the soft glow of green ambient light casting shadows across the room as she carefully arranged her tools on the table beside the bed. The sterile medical scalpels gleamed under the light, perfectly clean, ready for use. She moved with deliberate precision, her green fingers gliding over the metal with practiced ease.

T'Lyn sat at the edge of the bed, her posture as rigid as ever. Her dark eyes flicked from Tendi to the scalpels, betraying just a hint of curiosity behind the usual Vulcan stoicism. The room was silent, save for the soft hum of the ship's engines in the distance, and the weight of anticipation hung between them.

"This is... unusual," T'Lyn remarked, her voice calm but with a slight edge of unease. She had agreed to this, of course—Tendi had explained the ritual in detail, and T'Lyn had accepted it as a logical exploration of their bond. But still, the concept of what they were about to do was strange, even for her.

Tendi turned to face her, a warm smile on her face as she gently brushed a hand over T'Lyn's shoulder. "It's okay to feel a little uncertain," Tendi said softly, her voice soothing. "I know this is different for you, but it's part of my culture. And I promise, I'll be careful."

T'Lyn gave a small nod, her gaze steady. "I trust you, Tendi," she replied, though the tension in her shoulders remained. "The ritual is... fascinating, though the idea of deliberately causing injury, even minor, is counter to Vulcan philosophy."

Tendi smiled, her fingers brushing lightly over T'Lyn's arm. "It's not about injury, it's about connection. The exchange of blood is a deeply personal part of Orion rituals. It shows trust, vulnerability, and intimacy." She reached for the scalpel, holding it up between them, the blade catching the light. "I'll make small, shallow cuts. Nothing deep. You won't be harmed."

T'Lyn's eyes followed the movement of the scalpel, her brow furrowing slightly. "The pain is... irrelevant," she said, her voice firm. "I simply find the concept of this practice... unusual."

Tendi let out a soft laugh, setting the scalpel back down on the table. "That's because you're Vulcan," she teased, her hand sliding gently down T'Lyn's arm. "Pain is part of the ritual, but it's not the focus. It's the sensation, the closeness, the trust."

T'Lyn's posture remained stiff, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—perhaps curiosity, or perhaps something more. "You have explained the ritual thoroughly, Tendi," she said quietly, her voice softening slightly. "I understand its significance to you."

Tendi's smile widened, her heart swelling at T'Lyn's words. "Thank you," she whispered, her hand cupping T'Lyn's cheek for a brief moment. "We can stop at any time if it's too much. Just let me know, okay?"

T'Lyn nodded again, though her body still radiated tension. "Proceed," she said, her voice calm.

Tendi moved with care, positioning herself in front of T'Lyn as she picked up the scalpel again, her movements precise and deliberate. She knelt on the floor, her fingers lightly brushing the hem of T'Lyn's robe as she gently parted the fabric, revealing the smooth, pale skin of T'Lyn's thigh. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and reverence—this wasn't just about the ritual; it was about her connection to T'Lyn, the bond they had slowly built.

She held the scalpel delicately, her other hand resting gently on T'Lyn's thigh as she pressed the blade against the skin. "I'm starting," Tendi said softly, her voice gentle and soothing.

T'Lyn remained silent, her dark eyes watching Tendi's every movement with quiet focus.

The first cut was shallow, barely more than a scratch, but the bright green blood immediately welled up from the incision, glistening against the pale skin. Tendi's breath hitched as she watched the blood rise, her eyes transfixed by the sight. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the small bead of blood from T'Lyn's thigh, savoring the taste with a reverence that sent a shiver down her spine.

T'Lyn's body tensed slightly at the sensation, though she made no sound. Her hands remained in her lap, fingers clasped together, her posture rigid as she processed the unfamiliar feelings coursing through her. "The sensation is... notable," she murmured, her voice quiet but steady. "Vulcans do not typically engage in such tactile rituals."

Tendi looked up at her, her lips curved into a small, playful smile. "You're doing great," she whispered, her fingers brushing lightly over T'Lyn's thigh. "Let me know if it's too much."

T'Lyn didn't respond immediately, her eyes focused on the small cut as if trying to analyze the sensations logically. "It is not too much," she said finally, though her voice held a slight edge of tension. "It is simply... different."

Tendi's smile widened, and she made another small cut, this time on T'Lyn's upper thigh, just beneath the edge of her robe. The blood welled up again, and once more, Tendi leaned in to lick it clean, her tongue lingering against the smooth skin as she tasted the metallic tang of T'Lyn's blood.

T'Lyn's breath hitched this time, her body stiffening slightly as the sensation intensified. "The... licking is unusual," she remarked, her voice tight but controlled. "I do not fully understand its significance."

Tendi chuckled softly, her fingers trailing gently over T'Lyn's thigh as she moved closer, her lips brushing the newly made cut. "It's part of the connection," she whispered, her voice low and soothing. "The exchange of fluids is symbolic. It's a way of becoming closer, of sharing something intimate."

T'Lyn's brow furrowed slightly as she considered the explanation, though the tension in her body remained. "It is an interesting cultural practice," she said after a moment, her voice thoughtful. "Though I find the sensation... challenging to process."

Tendi nodded, her fingers gently tracing the next spot she intended to cut. "It's okay," she murmured, her tone soft and reassuring. "You don't have to understand everything right away. Just focus on how it feels."

She made the next cut, this one a little deeper than the others, watching as the green blood welled up more quickly, spilling over T'Lyn's pale skin. Tendi's breath caught in her throat, and she leaned in once more, her tongue sliding over the fresh wound, licking the blood clean with slow, deliberate strokes.

T'Lyn's body stiffened at the sensation, her hands clenching slightly in her lap as she tried to maintain her composure. "It is... intense," she admitted quietly, though there was no trace of discomfort in her voice—just a certain stiffness, a reluctance to fully let go of her Vulcan control.

Tendi's smile softened, her fingers gently brushing T'Lyn's thigh as she looked up at her. "You're doing so well," she whispered, her voice full of warmth. "I know it's a lot, but you're handling it perfectly."

T'Lyn gave a small nod, her gaze steady though her body remained tense. "Thank you," she said quietly, her voice calm despite the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her. "I will continue."

Tendi's heart swelled at T'Lyn's words, and she leaned in to press a soft kiss to the spot where the blood had been, her lips lingering against the warm skin for just a moment before she moved back to make another cut.

The ritual continued like this, with Tendi making careful, deliberate incisions along T'Lyn's thighs, each one deeper than the last. With each cut, she licked the blood clean, savoring the taste and the connection it represented. T'Lyn remained silent, her body stiff but receptive, allowing Tendi to lead the ritual despite the strangeness of it all.

But as the cuts deepened and the blood flowed more freely, Tendi could feel something shifting between them. The tension in T'Lyn's body began to change—no longer stiff with discomfort, but something else, something more vulnerable.

Tendi leaned in to make the final cut, this one just above T'Lyn's knee, her hand resting gently on the inside of her thigh as she pressed the scalpel into the pale skin. The blood rose quickly, and Tendi wasted no time, her tongue sliding over the wound, her lips brushing the smooth skin as she cleaned the blood with slow, deliberate movements.

T'Lyn's breath hitched again, but this time, there was a softness to her reaction—a subtle relaxation in her posture, as if she were beginning to let go of the tight control she always maintained. She didn't speak, but the way her body responded to Tendi's touch was telling.

Tendi smiled against her skin, her heart swelling with affection as she licked the last of the blood clean, her lips lingering against T'Lyn's thigh for just a moment longer than necessary.

"We're almost done," Tendi whispered, her voice soft and soothing as she kissed the spot where the last cut had been. "How are you feeling?"

T'Lyn's gaze was steady, though there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something that hadn't been there before. "It is... manageable," she said quietly, though her voice had softened, the stiffness in her tone replaced by something more vulnerable.

Tendi's smile widened, her hand gently brushing over T'Lyn's thigh as she leaned in to press a soft kiss to her knee. "Good," she murmured, her voice full of warmth. "You're doing great."

T'Lyn's posture remained upright, but the subtle shift in her body language didn't go unnoticed by Tendi. She could see the way T'Lyn's rigid composure was beginning to soften, the tension in her muscles easing just slightly, though T'Lyn would never admit it aloud. The cuts, the taste of her blood, and the closeness between them had opened a door to something more—something deeper than what words could express.

Tendi set the scalpel aside and leaned closer, her lips pressing against T'Lyn's in a soft, lingering kiss. T'Lyn's initial stiffness was still there, her body a little unsure of how to respond, but Tendi could feel the way she was trying. T'Lyn was always so methodical, so precise—her approach to kissing, like most things, was careful and measured.

But tonight, Tendi wanted to show her how to let go.

She moved slowly, her fingers trailing over the still-warm cuts on T'Lyn's thighs, sending small shivers through her. "This is still part of the ritual," Tendi whispered softly, her lips brushing against T'Lyn's ear. "But now it's about the pleasure, the connection."

T'Lyn hesitated for a moment, her dark eyes locking with Tendi's. "Pleasure is not a typical aspect of Vulcan rituals," she said quietly, though her voice had lost some of its usual certainty.

Tendi smiled warmly, her hand moving gently to guide T'Lyn down onto the bed. "It is for Orions," she murmured, her voice low and affectionate. "Just trust me."

T'Lyn allowed herself to be led, her body stiff but compliant as she lay back against the soft sheets. Tendi moved carefully, positioning herself above T'Lyn, their bodies aligned in a way that made every inch of skin feel electric. T'Lyn's breath hitched as Tendi's thigh brushed against her, but she said nothing, only watched with silent curiosity as Tendi adjusted herself.

"This part of the ritual," Tendi began, her voice softer now as she trailed her fingers along T'Lyn's side, "is about us being as close as possible, feeling everything together. It's not just about pain or blood anymore—it's about the bond we're sharing."

T'Lyn's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she processed Tendi's words. When she opened them again, there was a new determination there—an unspoken willingness to engage in this new phase of the ritual, even if it was unfamiliar.

Tendi smiled as she shifted her body, settling into a position where she could feel the heat of T'Lyn's skin against her own, their bodies perfectly aligned. It wasn't exactly something Tendi would call 69ing, but that's what it was. The intimacy of the moment, the closeness of their bodies, sent a surge of warmth through her, and she knew T'Lyn could feel it too.

Without needing to say anything more, Tendi leaned in, her lips pressing soft kisses against the inside of T'Lyn's thigh, just above one of the shallow cuts she had made earlier. The metallic taste of T'Lyn's blood still lingered on her tongue, but now there was something more—an overwhelming desire to please her, to bring her the same sense of connection she had felt during the bloodletting.

T'Lyn responded in her own way, moving methodically, carefully. Her hands reached up to Tendi's hips, guiding her lower as she pressed her lips to the sensitive skin between Tendi's legs. T'Lyn's movements were textbook—precise and calculated, just as Tendi had come to expect from her. She knew what Tendi liked, and she applied it with care, her lips wrapping around Tendi's clit as she sucked gently, her tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves in slow, deliberate strokes.

Tendi's breath hitched, her body trembling slightly as the sensation flooded her system. "Oh, T'Lyn..." she breathed softly, her fingers tightening against T'Lyn's thigh as she leaned down, her tongue trailing from T'Lyn's entrance up to her clit in one long, slow movement.

T'Lyn's body tensed slightly beneath her, though not with discomfort—just the usual Vulcan struggle to fully let go of control. But Tendi could feel the way T'Lyn responded, the way her hips shifted ever so slightly, her body arching just enough to show that she was feeling it, even if she wouldn't say it out loud.

They moved together in quiet harmony, no words needed as Tendi licked slow, deliberate circles around T'Lyn's clit, her tongue trailing over the sensitive skin in a way that made T'Lyn's breath hitch audibly. T'Lyn's movements were still precise, but there was a subtle change in her touch—something softer, something more willing to give in to the moment as she worked over Tendi's clit with steady, calculated precision.

The warmth between them grew, their bodies pressed together in perfect alignment, their breaths coming in quiet, shared gasps as the pleasure built between them. Tendi's fingers dug into T'Lyn's hips as she moved faster, her tongue swirling around T'Lyn's clit in slow, rhythmic strokes that matched the pace of T'Lyn's steady ministrations.

For a moment, it was as if time slowed, their bodies perfectly in sync, moving together in a silent dance of pleasure and connection. Tendi could feel the tension building inside her, the heat pooling low in her stomach as T'Lyn's precise, methodical touch pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

T'Lyn, for her part, was trembling now, though she remained as silent and composed as ever, her body betraying her control as she pressed herself against Tendi's mouth, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

And then, as if they were connected in more ways than one, they both tipped over the edge at the same time—Tendi's moan muffled against T'Lyn's skin as she came, her body trembling violently as the orgasm washed over her, her tongue still working over T'Lyn's clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

T'Lyn's reaction was quieter, more controlled, but no less intense. Her breath hitched, her body tensing beneath Tendi as the pleasure overtook her, her precise, calculated movements faltering as the orgasm swept through her, leaving her breathless and trembling in its wake.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in short, shared gasps as they slowly came down from the high of their shared release.

Tendi was the first to move, her body still trembling slightly as she shifted, turning around to face T'Lyn. She smiled softly, her fingers gently brushing a strand of dark hair from T'Lyn's face as she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

"Thank you," Tendi whispered, her voice full of warmth and affection as she looked into T'Lyn's eyes. "For trusting me with this."

T'Lyn's eyes met hers, and though her expression remained calm and composed, there was a softness in her gaze that Tendi hadn't seen before. "I trust you, Tendi," she said quietly, her voice steady despite the lingering tension in her body. "I always have."

Tendi's heart swelled at the words, and she smiled, leaning in to press another soft kiss to T'Lyn's lips. "I know," she whispered. "And I love you for it."

T'Lyn didn't respond, but the way her hand gently cupped Tendi's cheek said more than words ever could.