By Salatrel
Voyager
Vorik/f
Summary: Rumarie is a long forgotten pagan Vulcan festival that involves gluttony, wild celebrations and sexual orgies. Our favorite Vulcan, Vorik, in an attempt to be a better husband to his new wife,  secretly utilizes the holo-deck for a bit of research. [NC-17] of course!
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Vorik strolled down the corridor. He was now off duty and had informed his wife that he would be detained for a short period. When she asked why, he gave a cryptic answer.  Actually in fact he had lied. He wanted to surprise her. So a falsehood was logically employed. Of course she believed him and he proceeded unimpeded to the holodeck to research a matter that had been brought to his attention. As he brought up the program on the panel, he thought about their conversation the night before.

"Vorik, you might be Vulcan and can go without, but I am telling you that I have needs. And especially now that the baby is here, I need a way to de-stress, a pressure valve. And a mental stroking is just not doing enough for me. I need more, Vorik!" His angry human wife demanded. Her swarthy face contorted in annoyance as she stalked around their quarters.

Early in their marriage, he had informed her that he would be incapable of performing in a sexual capacity.  And she had informed him, "Your mouth and hands don't' have to be hard. They will do just fine."

Last night, after his first feeble attempt, an aggravated Raven rolled over while admonishing, "You know, I could have done a better job myself. You really need to find out about these things."

Thus Vorik, upon waking this morning, had made it his quest to research the matter.  He had imputed a single word into the computer database: Cunnilingus. He received so many references back that he had the computer narrow the search parameters. After he cross-referenced the term in Vulcan, there were only three entries. One of which was highlighted as the best research on the practice in the alpha quadrant.

Vorik uploaded the program then ordered the holodeck to activate. First the Vulcan insured that he was not being watched. After a quick glance down the hall, he braved the next command. "Computer enter."  The doors noisily slide apart, revealing an inky blackness that quickly swallowed her prey.

The Vulcan felt as if he had transported back in time, to a planet that always could stir his blood. Her clean desert scent provoked him to inhale deeper; warm unfailing breeze blew across his face and ruffled his hair. Vulcan's twin sister, T'Khut, the watcher, was low in the sky, blazing her fiery eye, igniting the desert floor in her violent glow. The nighttime stillness enveloped Vorik and he mentally noted to make more holodeck trips to Vulcan.

The reverie was shattered by a loud crash. His eyes had adjusted to the sudden darkness and he made out a flickering outline in the nearby stone façade. The noise led him to a camouflaged gash in the wall. As Vorik drew closer he detected the moans and cries and laughter of the inhabitant of a cave. He slipped through the sliver and entered the mouth of the cave.

Young nubile holodeck males and females accosted the Vulcan. Scantily clad, their greened skin glowed and glistened in the firelight. Voices rang with merry laughter mirroring the jangling bells upon their wrists and ankles as they attempted to strip the newcomer of his uniform. It was not a violent stripping but a playful and insistent one. Before Vorik knew it, he was minus one uniform. The youths giggled and gawked at the flaccid organ between his legs. They commented to each other that this was a scene straight out of Vulcan Love Slave.

The eager youngsters drifted away from the now naked Vorik. His modestly asserted itself and he crossed his hands in front of his groin. All eyes were upon him as a very ornate female approached. A crown of feathers plumed from around her head, intense kohl darkened eyes bore deeply into his. Lining her wrist and forearms, were intricate, swirling geometric ritual markings. She was the matron of this ceremony: An impressed Vorik recognized her colorful hand-art from research in his school days.

During his research this afternoon, a strange term was employed: Rumarie. It was supposed to be a pagan festival from Vulcan history. But what kind of a festival, Vorik had no idea about. But when had been told that the masters of cunnilingus could be found in this program, he ruefully thought-  imagine majoring in cunilingus in college!

Vorik wearily watched the female appraise him. An attendant handed her a deep bowl. She reached in and scooped up a handful of clear lubricant. "Rillan," she seductively informed him.  Vorik flinched at the initial touch then he relaxed as the clear oozing grease was liberally smeared all over his body: on his face, across his neck, down his chest, the warm creamy Rillan seeped into his pores. The youths assisted their mistress and smeared scoopfulls on his backside. As they ran their palms over the back of his thighs, Vorik stoically endured the ritual.  But he began to wonder if this was all necessary to get to the masters.  He endured their massage. Into his crevice, over his flaccid manhood, they manipulated his flesh until he was covered in the grease.  Vorik found it rather warm and comfortable.

Without warning, a short tunic was slipped over his head. The silk clung to his grease covered flesh.

"Welcome to Rumarie!" The beautiful hostess grandly announced and the entire ensemble raised their voices in jubilant acclaim, as if they had been awaiting his attendance.

Lining the walls of the caves, were boards of exotic food: fruits, vegetables as well as bloody meats and rich-looking gravies. Vulcan males and females lasciviously fed each other over the tables. Wine goblets were strewn about the cavern. It looked as if they had already been celebrating without him. But the welcome they gave him might be a part of the welcome they gave everyone.

Vorik was not interested in sampling the cuisine, though it all smelled appetizing.  As he made his way deeper into the bowels of the cave, the Vulcan came upon writhing men and women. All were oblivious to his presence, lost in heated ecstasy surrounding the firepits. Limbs and heads were all that was detectable in the masses of bodies that made up the slithering floor.

Vorik gingerly stepped through the piles of bodies, searching for one grouping in particular.  Here were men and women, men and men, one woman two men and vice a verse, but no sign of the combination that would signify the Vulcan Masters of cunnilingus.  He thought he spied a goat like animal, but he could not be sure. But serpents abounded. They harmlessly slithered through the writhing masses of bodies upon these borrowed sands. This was obviously a snake's lair, a viper pit and these visitors fit in with the creatures' usual fare. The debauchery was more than Vorik could have ever imagined, and then he came upon a new level of erotica.

Vorik, the innocent Vulcan of Voyager, watched in astonishment as a curtain was drawn aside. Upon a stone stage, was a flesh show of demonic proportions. It was far more than his decorum could stand and Vorik had to turn away. But his Vulcan curiosity demanded one last peek.  A young naked man was lashed to a pole, his bound hands hoisted high over his head. The hands of a dozen men and women covered his body in the same grease. The victim panted and shivered his eyes barely open. Then the mob descended upon him, devouring him in their mass orgy of pleasure. His pleading cries rose above their moans.

He prepared to call a halt to this assault, when he noticed a far off alcove. He chose to investigate the possibility and entered the alcove. The curtain fell closed behind him. Strangely the fabric blocked out most of the din and racket from the orgy outside. There upon the platform before him were three women.  Barely clad they eagerly smeared the grease upon the others' bodies.

Each bore a resemblance to the others but each had their own uniqueness: the same face, same body type, even identical beauty marks upon their upper abdomen's, but their hair and eye coloring differed. The Vulcan norm with short deep blue-black hair plastered to the sides of her face and equally obsidian eyes: An albino with shockingly wild white hair and pale green eyes; the fiery red head with her tight spirals resembled the blind with her cloudy cataract covered eyes.

Vorik shivered slightly as he thought of the significance of the colors: all that is, all that is not and death: the great unknown. This triad approach was crucial to many belief systems on Vulcan before the reform. The idea of the triad and these colors still affected Vulcans on a level deeper than any outsider would or could ever know. The scantily clad women wore strips of material upon their bodies. The red and green Lycra only covered the vitals; their breast and rears strained at the material, threatening to burst through with just the slightest movement. Vorik found it extremely tantalizing and silently calculated how many moves it would take for that particular body part to be exposed.

 In unison they purred, "We have been waiting for you."
 

"I was detained. Please forgive me," and Vorik offered a low bow. Here is what he had been looking for- the masters of cunnilingus, historically known as the three fates of Vulcan.  Like most, he considered them just a myth, a story from ancient times to scare young boys into not touching themselves.  //Didn't work// was the unmistakable admonishing voice of his twin brother, Taurik.

Their grandmother's references to the harpies suddenly came unbidden to his memory. She would tell them: If they have seen IT, the harpies will wait until night. Then they will swallow IT as you sleep. So never touch IT. Nor allow IT to grow.  Always hide IT. And only when IT is sheathed inside she who is your mate, will the harpies never be able to find IT.  The adult Vorik now realized that this was just a little bit of psychological terrorizing, but it had worked.

The black haired beauty rolled off the bed. Her bare feet padded along the sandy, warm  floor. Upon the nearby stone table, candles and incense holders abounded. She struck a match and an incense stick quickly took. Musky smoke plumed from the holes of its ornate chamber.

Vorik swallowed hard then asked, "Thee are the Masters?" His sober baritone echoed in the stone chamber.

The trio merrily giggled. From the light of a few flickering candles, delicate shadows danced upon the stone walls. The red head groped for her companions as she offered. "Well, we have been called many things, but masters?"

"What are we to be masters of, pretty thing?"  The obsidian eyed creature asked as she blew out her match.

Vorik looked away as he considered his answer. Why should he be bashful toward holograms? But their appearance had provoked something within. The spicy sandalwood smoke assaulted his senses and the Vulcan drew his mastery tighter about him. He was reluctant to use the proper term. Vulcans may be frank about many subjects but this one always provoked shame and embarrassment. Instead this normal biological function continued to be shrouded in ritual and euphemism.

 He timidly requested, "I have come seeking advice."

"On?"

Screwing up his courage he cleared his throat then blurted it out. "Cunnilingus.." His mouth felt unclean merely uttering this word.

"Well you have come to the right place!" The three beautiful women descended into giggles, obviously unmoved by his apparent discomfort with such requests and terms.  The black haired one flopped back down on the bed.   The red head's arms quickly drew about her shoulders. Her facial expression altered and assumed a deadly serious demeanor.  "Do you intend to watch, pretty thing or do you require. .."

"I will only observe," was Vorik's quick reply then he amended, " If that is acceptable to thee, mistresses." Vorik offered a slight bow, just as his mother had taught him when in the presence of superior ranking females.

"Oh, he is a formal one." The red head jested. With a sarcastic haughtiness she offered, "Then you may sit upon the divan... and try not to soil it."  Her wicked smile was reminiscent of the kind of terror pre-reform females wrought over not just men but their fellow female clan members.

Then Vorik realized that hers was exactly the kind of smile his Raven had bestowed upon him. But that was before the baby had arrived. The thought of her desire refueled his initiative and he renewed his purpose. Rather than analyze them, Vorik decided to take these comments in stride.

"I will endeavor to remain clean," was his terse reply.  This entire scenario was indeed a bit more then he required for simple research, but this was what the computer had offered.  Vorik desired to learn how to please his wife. Thus logic dictated that for the best learning experience one must consult the best.
 

Vorik was the type of learner that absorbed his knowledge by visual observation. He settled down in the velvet divan. There was a bowl of grapes beside the arm. He plucked a few from the stem as he settled into his seat.

 The three harpies looked to him then announced.  "We will perform the rite of Mount Seleya."

He thought, //Interesting how they have designated the techniques with proper names. //

The three women knelt in the center of the bed.  Vorik became a witness to a spectacle of mammary delight. Each female suckled the other in an unbroken triangle.  "Fascinating," he murmured aloud as he absently plucked more grapes.  While pondering upon their reason for naming this Mount Seleya, he suddenly noticed how the arrangement of their bodies was in fact reminiscent of the famed holy mountain. Quite clever.

Once satisfied with their efforts, their three pairs of ripe, succulent, ridged nipples were put to the test. They began to improvise using various simple techniques of pleasure.  They identified each ritual as it was performed.

The sweet juicy grapes snapped in Vorik's mouth as he leaned in for a closer observation. Distance and limbs obscured the tender mouth and finger work. As the subtle foreplay continued, the Vulcan man had to abandon his station. Lost in their mutual pleasuring they did not notice him dragging the furniture closer to the bed.

Their masterful techniques were deft and sure. The ignorant Vulcan male had never seen nor read of these techniques. His family had never kept texts on such practices. But his brother Taurik had told him that his intended had shared her family's copy with him. Vulcans did not usually discuss such matters.

For Vorik, the physical matters had come naturally to him during the mating time with Raven. The ancient ways had surfaced from deep within his core: a secret teaching that had been passed down through the ages. A hidden knowledge under the constant lock and key of emotional mastery. A knowledge that the Vulcan does not have everyday access to unless they are under the duress of the mating fires.

Vorik was not able to draw upon that resource for his mate's sake. The practice of emotional mastery interfered with the zeal in the application and the conscious knowledge of such ritual.  But here before his eyes were rites and ritual come to the full bloom of life. He drank it all in and his eyes widened as the women's mouths and hands drew down the bodies of each other. They applied their extraordinary techniques to the lower extremities, apparently inspiring a deep passion in the others' bodies.  Vorik, only a few feet away, observed the mouth technique of the red head as her thick tongue hungrily licked and suckled the snow-capped sex of the white-haired beauty.

Her legs were rent apart for Vorik's observation. The swollen flesh throbbed thicker and grew deeper in color with each stupendous lick and nip.  A whimper came forth and full hips rose from the bed with each lazy pass to the apex of her sex.

//Hmmm, fascinating.// Vorik pondered. // No wonder Raven did respond to my ministrations. I used no technique and was quite heavy handed in my application.//

As if the harpies had heard him, the willowy black-haired one demurely offered, "At first she will want it gently. But then as you notice her movements increase in frequency and intensity, she might request a more heavy-handed approach. And that is key, pretty one, to any sexual gratification of a woman: how to read her. You must know what she wants and even if she makes the request, you must perform it with full enthusiasm."

"Your partner seems most enthusiastic," he absently replied. Without warning her foot shot out and violently whacked the entranced Vorik in the chest.

He grabbed the foot and very gently moved it off. Until he noticed that if he held onto her ankle, he could see all she had to offer. Her partner lapped her sex as if she were lapping an ice-cream cone. Vorik watched the willing victim of this passionate killing tweak her nipples. He had caught Raven doing just this to herself while in their bed. He found that he would only annoy her when he attempted the technique.

It took nearly an hour as Vorik keenly observed the trio. He made mental notes to himself with the intent of sharing his richer knowledge with she who is his wife.

Meanwhile back in his quarters.

Raven Zans arrived at the quarters she shared with her husband, Vorik.  Their infant daughter, Le'Veya, was still in the care of Naomi Wildman at the day care. She had wanted to take these few hours to talk to her mate. After their disastrous sexual attempt last night she wanted to apologize to him. But he was not here, of course, per his usual.

In the quarters alone yet again, the human huffed to the air. "He is probably off on one of his project. I am going to have to limit that man! He finds more way to make himself scarce around her." Then she reproached herself, "Well, Raven, maybe if you were more pleasant and not always so cross with him, he might want to stay home."

Raven flopped down on the couch and let out a frustrated breath. She felt so overwhelmed. She knew that Vorik loved her. She knew that as a fact, but she wanted him so badly, all the time! But there was never any response from him. And then last night ...oh man was he bad!  She was so frustrated and angered that she had not even wanted to finish the job herself. //Well maybe if we take it more slowly, // the human woman considered. // I can show him exactly what I want. // "Computer locate Ensign Vorik."

"Ensign Vorik is in holodeck three. " Raven smiled while thinking, "I will surprise him.  Hope he doesn't mind a visit." With her plans cemented in her mind, Raven left their quarters.

Meanwhile back in the holodeck.

"Oh yes. Oh yes.mmmmmmmm"

A wide-eyed, astonished Vorik gaped, his nose only a few inches away from the intense licking and finger thrusting that the masters were demonstrating to him.  Though he never touched, he absorbed the techniques. They were effective teachers.  Just when he thought he had seen all he required, they halted and looked to him.  Breathless, hair strew about their faces, their scant clothing now hanging by mere strips, their vitals had long ago been exposed and savored.

The red head asked Vorik. "Now S'haile, we will reenact an ancient tale for you?"

 "Indeed? " His brows shot up at this unexpected demonstration.

"Do you prefer modern or classical?" The white haired one asked then licked her glistening lips.

Vorik was at loss as to their reference but he assumed that a classic technique might be preferable. Satisfied with his reasoning, he soundly replied, "Classical, please".

Then the white haired girl lay back on the bed.  Spread eagle, with numerous pillows strewn about her, the red head held her wrists and lavished her fingertips in kisses. The woman played her part and squirmed in delight. The black haired beauty padded her way over to a far off black-cloth covered table. It's satin wisped as she slipped it off. Vorik's jaw went slack when he spied the assortment of tools, the likes of which he had seen only once before: at the Alien Smut convention he and Torres had happened upon seven years ago.

The black haired beauty selected one tool and belted it about her waist. She cinched the leather thongs about her supple thighs then turned around. There before his eyes he saw an enormous twelve-inch double-ridged prosthetic device. In one hand, she cradled a small stone bowl of Rillan grease. In the other a string of silver beads dangled from her fingertips.  At the sound of the clicking beads, a cry of delight leapt from the red head. The white haired one on the bed began to weep.

While the red head soothed her cries, the bowl bearer looked to Vorik and asked, "With your permission, S'haile, we will re-enact the rape of T'Lukretshal."

Vorik swallowed hard and nodded his agreement

Meanwhile back at the Holodeck door.

Raven had been trying to activate the door but without results. Just as she had been ready to give up, Tabor, their Bajoran friend, happened upon her.

"It is locked, Raven."

"I know it's locked, idiot!" She spat out while giving his arm a good-natured smack. "But Vorik is in there. What could he possibly be doing in there?"

"Well if he were not Vulcan, I would be able to guess." He flinched as she feigned another friendly blow. "But since he is Vulcan, and there are not many things Vulcans do behind locked doors, I would have to say I have no idea."

"I know! This is so strange. He has not answered his com-badge either and I can't override these codes."

"I can." Tabor wriggled his brows

"Ohhhhh," Raven smiled then commanded, "Do it!"

Meanwhile back at the orgy.

The three women's cries punctuated their climaxes. Upon the bed was a shuddering mass of bodies.

The white haired woman was on the bottom, whimpering, "No....please..." but her body rocked and pounded against the huge dildo angrily slamming into her body

The red head held her fast as the black haired one took her.

Truly in character, her agonized voice pleaded,  "No, please, I am a virgin..Do not take...oh oh oh.." And her orgasm arrived in epic proportions.

The red head pinned the spasming female to the bed as she convulsed all over the massive twelve-inch rod. One by one the love beads were pulled from her forbidden hole as she shuddered and screamed.  Vorik had been most attentive to the scene. He memorized the techniques and began to formulate his own variation based on these inspiring acts.

//This scene must be replicated for Raven//

 "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? "

At the familiar shout, Vorik jumped out of his seat. His fuming wife stood in the threshold. A chuckling Tabor peeked over her shoulder.

//Oh no Tabor, // Vorik thought. //I hope he will not spread this all over the ship. That man does not practice discretion.// "It is a surprise my.."

"A surprise!" An incredulous Raven shouted. "This is a pretty damn big surprise."

The holodeck characters were still writhing in climaxes upon the bed as the irate Raven shouted, "Computer pause program! How is this a surprise for me?"

 "But... My wife, this is merely research."

"Research! Is this another fucken' euphemism? Like Vulcan meditative techniques? Oh I know what you are up too." Her voice rose to a hysterical level.

"Tabor, will you excuse us?" Vorik's placid tone belied his inner turmoil.

"No problem." Tabor good-humoredly replied. "Just make sure you send me the title of this program. I have some free time coming up..".

"TABOR!"

"All right! I'm going! Don't forget?"  He winked at both of his friends as he slowly made his way out.

Tears began to well up in a sorely disappointed Raven's eyes. She had to will her jaw to slacken as she calmly requested, "Vorik. Again. What are you doing?"

"Research, I can assure you. These are the Vulcan masters of cunnilingus. I knew that a Vulcan presentation would be thorough and logical.  And Raven I must admit they were inspiring."

"I bet you were an apt pupil." She seethed through clenched teeth. "I can't believe that it takes a hundred greasy horny Vulcans to get to you!"

"My wife," Vorik tenderly took her by the arm. "This was for you. This research concerns how best to please thee."

An astounded Raven was silent and the Vulcan optimistically took this as acceptance. " Allow me to show you?"

Vorik impulsively reached over and grabbed a generous scoopful of the Rillan. Before she could stop him the goop was smeared on her neck. A stunned Raven stood still as Vorik deftly undressed his wife then covered her in the grease. Every pore tingled as her body warmed. The human felt an incredible rush of adrenaline. Her attack was sudden and ravenous. Though he always lived in her mind and heart, his touch was always sought. Her long passion drought was finally quenched. She rode his face, multiple orgasm rent through her brain, wracking her body until she shivered to satiation.

Just as she quieted down, she collapsed next to her mate, and breathlessly muttered, "What else did they teach you?"

"Perhaps another night? I am fatigued."

"Oh no you don't!  I have been waiting for this for a year. Computer... Resume program." Her wicked smile mirrored the equally sinister ones of the re-materialized trio. All four females hovered around the only male on the bed. Vorik raised his brows then gulped.

"I like this version of Vulcan logic, my mate." Raven purred.  "Four to one?  These odds are preferable and exciting. I believe after that you may then claim ..fatigue."

The end

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