Day 14 - Vampire T’lyn/Werewolf Mariner (Mariner/T’lyn)

Day 14 - Vampire T'lyn/Werewolf Mariner (Mariner/T'lyn)

T'lyn's fangs, sharper than usual, grazed her lower lip as she stood perfectly still, the hunger gnawing at her, testing her usual Vulcan control. Her heightened senses—something that came with her vampiric nature—picked up on every sound, every heartbeat, every slight shift in the air.

Behind her, Mariner paced restlessly, the scent of her filling the room. Unlike T'lyn, Mariner had embraced her more primal nature as a werewolf. Her energy was always high, her emotions intense, and tonight, they were even more heightened. The scent of T'lyn's arousal—subtle but unmistakable—only made Mariner's pulse race faster.

"Pacing will not resolve your restlessness, Beckett," the vampiric Vulcan girl said calmly, her voice measured even as her fingers tightened at her sides. "You are emitting an unusual amount of pheromones."

Mariner grinned, the hint of a growl rumbling in her throat as she approached T'lyn from behind, her steps deliberate. "Yeah, well, you're not exactly calm either, T," she teased, her voice rough around the edges, the wolf-like rasp unmistakable.

T'lyn raised an eyebrow, still facing the viewport, but the tension in her posture was clear. "I am in complete control of my faculties, as always," she replied, though there was a slight edge to her tone that didn't escape Mariner's notice.

"Oh, really?" the werewolf woman whispered, moving closer until her breath was warm against T'lyn's neck. "Because you smell... hungry."

T'lyn's breath hitched ever so slightly, her lips parting as her fangs pressed lightly against the inside of her mouth. "Hunger is a biological imperative," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It does not dictate my actions."

Mariner's grin widened, her hands slipping around T'lyn's waist as she pulled her back against her chest. "Yeah, but it makes you feel things, doesn't it?" she murmured, her voice full of playful heat. "I can hear your heart racing, T."

The Vulcan's gaze flickered, her composure faltering for a brief moment. "I am perfectly capable of managing my physiological responses," she replied, though there was a slight tremor in her voice.

Mariner's lips brushed against T'lyn's ear, her voice dropping to a low, teasing growl. "I think you're lying," she whispered, her hands sliding down to rest on T'lyn's hips. "I think you want me."

T'lyn's breath caught, her body stiffening slightly as the werewolf's fingers teased the waistband of her uniform pants. "You are... incorrect," she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction. "I... do not experience desire in the same manner as humans."

Mariner chuckled softly, her fangs gleaming as she leaned in to press a soft, teasing kiss to T'lyn's neck. "Maybe not," she whispered, her lips grazing the vampire's pale skin. "But I think you're feeling it right now."

T'lyn closed her eyes, her hands gripping the edge of the viewport as Mariner's tongue flicked out, the wet heat of it sending a shiver through her. "Your... biological enhancements make you more attuned to such stimuli," she muttered, her voice strained. "But I assure you, I am in control."

Mariner's tongue trailed down T'lyn's neck, her breath warm and heavy as her hands moved lower, teasing the hem of T'lyn's pants. "We'll see about that," she murmured, her voice thick with playful dominance.

In a swift, almost fluid motion, Mariner turned T'lyn around to face her, her eyes gleaming with hunger as she pressed the Vulcan against the wall. "You might be a vampire, T," the werewolf whispered, her lips brushing against T'lyn's jaw. "But you're not immune to this."

T'lyn's sharp intake of breath was all the confirmation Mariner needed. Her fingers deftly undid the fastenings of T'lyn's uniform, her movements quick but precise as she bared the pale, smooth skin of the Vulcan's abdomen. "Beckett..." T'lyn whispered, her voice low and breathy. "This is... illogical."

Mariner grinned, her hands sliding lower, teasing the soft skin just above T'lyn's pelvis. "Yeah, but it feels good, doesn't it?"

T'lyn didn't respond verbally, but the slight quiver in her body was enough. Mariner's hands moved with purpose now, slipping lower until her fingers brushed against T'lyn's wet folds. "Damn, T," Mariner murmured, her voice full of heat. "You're already so wet for me."

T'lyn's breath hitched, her body trembling slightly under Mariner's touch. "That is a... physiological response," she whispered, her voice shaky. "It is not indicative of... desire."

The werewolf chuckled, her fingers sliding through the wetness with teasing slowness. "Yeah, sure it's not," she teased, her voice full of playful challenge. "Tell me, T, does your body always react this way when you're around me?"

The vampire's lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure. "I... do not have sufficient data to answer that question," she muttered, though her voice was thick with need.

Mariner grinned, her fingers pressing against T'lyn's clit with a light touch. "Well, I think you're enjoying this," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to trace a path along T'lyn's jaw. "And I'm just getting started."

T'lyn's head fell back against the wall, her body trembling as Mariner's fingers moved with expert precision, teasing her clit in slow, languid circles. "This... this is illogical," T'lyn whispered, though her voice was barely audible now, her body betraying her calm exterior.

The werewolf's grin widened, her tongue slipping out to lick a slow, wet path down T'lyn's neck, her wolf-like instincts taking over. "You taste so good," Mariner growled, her voice thick with lust as her tongue flicked over the sensitive skin of T'lyn's throat. "And I bet you taste even better down here."

T'lyn's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as Mariner knelt before her, her hands gripping T'lyn's hips with a mixture of dominance and affection. "Beckett..." the vampire whispered, her voice full of warning, but there was no mistaking the desire in her tone now.

Mariner grinned up at her, her large tongue slipping out to lick slowly along T'lyn's folds, her movements slow and deliberate. The abnormally wet heat of the werewolf's tongue was overwhelming.

T'lyn's body trembled, her hands gripping Mariner's shoulders as her head fell back. "This is... highly stimulating," she muttered, her voice shaking. "You are... very proficient at this."

The werewolf's growl of approval sent vibrations through T'lyn's body, her tongue lapping at T'lyn's clit in her version of wet, sloppy dog kisses. "You like that, don't you, T?" Mariner whispered between licks, her voice full of playful heat. "You like the way my tongue feels on you."

T'lyn's response was a breathless moan, her body arching into Mariner's mouth as the pleasure built inside her. "Your tongue is... remarkably efficient," she whispered, her voice barely audible now. "You are... very good at this."

Mariner's grin widened, her tongue moving faster as she flicked it against T'lyn's clit, her wolf-like instincts making every movement more intense, more primal. "I knew you'd like it," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna make you come, T."

The vampire's body convulsed, the orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her breathless. Her hands gripped the werewolf's shoulders as her body shook, her breath coming in short gasps as the intensity of the release overwhelmed her.

Mariner's tongue didn't stop, still lapping at T'lyn's clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until T'lyn's body finally relaxed, slumping against the wall. "That's my girl," Mariner murmured, her voice thick with pride as she pressed a final, soft kiss to T'lyn's trembling folds.