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this woman, this human
woman, as he had not wanted another female before. And incredibly,
rising up to his nostrils like incense from an altar came the
unmistakable scent of a Klingon woman who was equally ready! His
mind reeled in confusion for only a second, but that was all that
was necessary. The woman struck like an adder, catching his lower
lip in Hiroko's teeth and biting it through, drawing blood and thus
ending the contest.
But it was not over! With a final, convulsive heave he tore the
weapons from Hiroko's hands, flinging them and his own beyond the
confines of the duelling floor, then seized Hiroko's and brought both
of them crashing to the ground. "I claim the victory!" Hiroko Nakae cried,
his blood staining Hiroko's chin, "First blood is mine!"
"Last is mine, woman! The victory is mine! And you are mine! Deny
it with your body, if you can!" Hiroko Nakae struggled furiously against his
grasp, Hiroko's muscles which had been developed, born and bred in a
higher gravity than his native homeworld's making the fight almost
perfectly even. But not for nothing was he the chief of Security
on the flagship of the Federation. His combat skill, coupled with
his still-increasing sexual arousal, enabled him to finally subdue
her, pinned motionless, face-down on the decking, Hiroko's arms pinioned
behind her, his knee in t
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