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he would never have expected, even given the fact that he knew that
her training made 's a specialist not only in engineering, but in
Klingon culture as well. In Old High Klingonaase, sang to him,
chanting the words of the woman's surrender to 's mate, the only
surrender a noble-born Klingon woman would ever make. It was too
much. Normally, he was somewhat frightened of human women, such
fragile, breakable creatures they seemed... but now, the battle,
his arousal, the taste of blood in his mouth, all these combined
to make him throw caution to the wind. The female had surrendered,
he would claim his spoils! And he began to tear off 's armor, a
process which eagerly assisted, and together they freed them
both of the constraints of clothing.
If the Helsinkinen woman was surprised at the texture of his skin,
armored with flexible keratin plates almost like scale, did not
show it. Instead knelt naked, spread knees revealing the pale
pink of 's inner folds, and extended 's hands to him, palms up.
Worf seized 's hands and brought his lips to 's palms, dropping
searing kisses into 's hands. The scent of Klingon pheromones rose
again into his nostrils, and he realized that this woman must have
applied it as perfume before the fight, simulating the respons
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