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It has been T’Lyn who noticed, of course. Mariner felt bad about that. Tendi was always so bright and happy and gave everyone a good time, especially Mariner.
“D'Vana, in our five sexual interactions you have not appeared to achieve orgasmic release. Is there an issue with mine or Mariner’s performance?”
Tendi turned the brightest shade of green Mariner had ever seen.
“No! No. You’re both great! I love sex with you two!”
“Then may I ask for clarification before we progress?” All three of them were already naked and on Tendi’s bed.
Tendi looked down and twisted her fingers together.
“Come on.” Mariner shifted across the bed and put her arm around Tendi’s shoulder. “You can talk with us.”
“It’s…” Tendi let out a long sigh. “When I was training to be Mistress of the Winter Constellations part of it was learning to turn my pain sensitivity way down, like nonexistent, in case I ever got captured by a rival house and tortured. Basically meditating a mental block for pain.”
“Interesting. I was unaware that Orions practice a form of kai'tan.”
“It’s only taught to future Primes,” Tendi said quick. “But-” And now she began to flush again. “There are other ways of getting information, so I also had to learn how to do a mental block against that.”
“Am I to assume this mental block is still in place.”
Tendi gave a tight nod. “I was never really comfortable with the sex bits of my training and actually left for Star Fleet before it all got finished. I mean if I really got into meditating again-”
“Tendi, babe, you have a Vulcan in bed with you.” The solution to Tendi’s problem was very obvious to Mariner. “You know, the same Vulcan who though it would be funny to put an orgasm trigger in my brain. That Vulcan.”
They both looked to T’Lyn. “Indeed. We have lightly connected several times since the start of our sexual relationship. If you will allow it I believe I could easily find and remove this block and thus allow you to achieve orgasmic release.”
Tendi’s eyes went wide. “Oh, yes please. I mean, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
“It will not.” T’Lyn reached out and brushed her fingers across D’Vana’s face. “Oh,” she gasped. Mariner watched as her nipples hardened and her clit began to expand. “Oh, my.” her eyes fluttered shut.
“Now,” T’Lyn whispered.
D’Vana’s body arched, a scream came from her throat, and she absolutely passed out.