Chapter Two

Ja’hara was wearing a very lovely sundress that showed off her sexy back. Her hair trailing down her back also fascinated Lore. Grabbing a hastily packed bag with items for them both (something that also had an affect on Lore) they departed the ship to search for a hotel. Lore accessed his databanks for any information he had on accommodations on Risa. He came across what he thought would be the ideal lodgings for them. It was smaller than the more popular resorts of Risa and it was very private. It had all the usual amenities you would expect on this pleasure planet. He was sure Ja’hara would love it. He could tell she was already captivated by Risa. She looked around with wide eyes filled with awe and excitement.

"Lore, thank you for bringing me here. I have never seen such beauty before."

"I have. I have seen beauty far more stunning than this and I'm holding her hand now."

"You're not used to saying things like that, are you?" she asked, grinning.

Lore looked disconcerted for a moment. "No, not really. I've not had reason to say things like that before you. Why?"

She caressed his cheek. "You sounded like you were fighting to get the words out. Like earlier when you told me you loved me. I'm not insulted. I know you mean it. It's actually endearing to see you fighting to say them. Part of your charm," she said and reached over to kiss him.

"The resort I have in mind is not far. I thought you would prefer to walk so you can take in your surroundings. If you would rather take a shuttle-"

She cut him off in mid-sentence, "I'd like to walk." Her eyes were still dancing with awe. Risa was completely the opposite of what she was used to on the dump of a planet she had lived on. The sun, the blue skies, the trees and flowers - she had never seen such beautiful flowers in her life.

She pulled her hand away and slipped her arm through his, holding him closely. They passed a man-made waterfall that emptied into a swimming area. There were two dozen couples enjoying the water and the sun here. Ja’hara's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched.

"Later, my love, later. Let's get checked in first," Lore whispered in her ear as he pulled her along gently.

The guest quarters they were given were incredible. Ja’hara was amazed at the size as it was bigger than the quarters she had back on - she did not even want to think about that place anymore. That part of her life was over and she was just starting a new life, a new adventure with Lore. They took a quick look around their accommodations. There was a large exotically decorated bedroom, beautiful bathroom and a living/dining area. There were huge windows along the front of the structure with a spectacular view of the beach and ocean. There was a deck along the front where they would be able to sit and enjoy everything. There were mirrors over the huge bed and windows in the ceiling - she had never seen a window in the ceiling. The sunlight pouring into the room from them made her feel almost giddy with joy. She imagined being able to see the stars at night.

"Look, a bathtub big enough for two," she almost squealed with delight.

"Good, because I don't intend for you to do very much without me and it may mean getting very dirty." Lore's expression was almost lewd and it made Ja’hara feel warm all over. She loved this expression on his sexy face.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight to her. He held her with one arm and stroked her soft hair with his free hand. He started to laugh. Ja’hara backed away.

"Have I done something to amuse you?"

Lore leaned over to kiss her. "I was just thinking how my brother would react if he saw me here with you. I think his net would overload from the shock."

"You've mentioned your brother a couple of times. It sounds like you are not very close. Did you want to tell me about your family?"

"I'm not sure you could really call us a family. Data and I are not close and I doubt we ever will be. He is nothing like me and exactly like me at the same time. Our father is dead and I found out not too long ago that our mother is remarried and living with this loser on some backwater planet. Data is in Starfleet. He does their bidding and follows their rules. I could never live like that. That's one reason we don't get along. I broke some of their damned rules and they didn't like it."

"Are they looking for you?" she asked.

"I imagine they are."

She laughed. "Yet another thing we have in common."

"They're looking for you? Why?"

"My mother wasn't able to escape her fate. Her husband was in the ‘information trade’. Ama’shega and Starfleet officers don't keep secrets well. My mother and I would gather information, she through her ‘work’ but I used other methods and he would then sell the information to interested parties. The Ama’shega raided our quarters and my mother and...him are now on their way to a prison colony on Amagros V. I got away. That was why I was staying at that Klingon's quarters. I had nowhere else to go."

"I guess we can run together. Don't worry. I can think circles around any Starfleet peon and I can outthink Data too. He doesn't know how to be devious or do anything ‘bad’ or ‘unethical’. He's no fun at parties either."

"I am," she said, with an evil grin.

"One of the reason you were able to coax so much information out of those simpletons, huh?" He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He covered her with his body. "You and me, sexy lady. Nothing's going to stop us," he said, and kissed her.

“Lore and Ja’hara - Starfleet doesn't stand a chance against us, my love," laughed Ja’hara. They kissed again. As they pressed their bodies together, their kisses become more and more passionate.

"Would you like to go to make love before or after we go to the beach?" Lore asked.

"Both," replied Ja’hara as she pulled him back to her.

"I do like the way you think," he murmured in the brief second his lips were not locked with hers.

The mirrors on the ceiling above the bed made for an interesting view of their lovemaking. But her hands caressing his ass were even more interesting. There were moments when Lore found himself closing his eyes and reallocating all of his free operating space to just analyzing the emotions that her touch and touching her caused him to feel. Her scent, the feel of her hair brushing his chest, her playful whispers - it was all more intoxicating than anything he had ever experienced before and he wanted more.

He was saving everything he had learned about Ja’hara's wants, needs, likes into a new directory in his subsystem he had created for her. He wanted to please her so badly. That feeling was still so new to him but it was not as foreign as it seemed only a day ago. She moaned from his touches. His light kisses on her neck, her shoulders, he wanted to taste every inch of her wonderful body. He looked up at Ja’hara for a moment to study her expressions.  Her eyes were only half open, but she had an expression of utter ecstasy on her exquisite face. He came back up and kissed her mouth again. He never got tired of kissing her mouth. The waves of desire that crashed inside always began and ended with her kiss. He moved down her body and decided to turn her over to kiss ever inch of her back. He moved her hair from her neck and began kissing and licking there, she half giggled and half moaned in response. He straddled her and began to give her a massage. His hands worked magic on her back with his sensuous technique. Her moans of pleasure turned him on even more. He worked his way from her shoulders until he eventually reached her firm butt, kneading her cheeks with his hands. Her muscles were just slightly tight, but not after Lore was done with them. He kept working his way down her body to her thighs, then calves and feet. He brought a toe to his mouth and began to gently suck on it. She started to giggle.

"Lore, that tickles...ahhahaha, stooooop, LORE!"

He was forced to stop because of his own laughter. Ja’hara turned around and swatted at him, playfully, but Lore was too fast for her. He grabbed her wrist and used his grip to pull her into his lap, grinning all the while.

"You can't get away from me," he laughed.

"You think so?" and with that Ja’hara jumped off his lap and ran to the other side of the bed. "If you want me you're going to have to catch me."

Lore hopped to the other side of the bed as Ja’hara darted to another area. Her agility surprised him and she was able to get away from him a number of times. He was finally able to trap her in a corner of the bedroom.

"You can't hope to win against me. You may be agile, but I have ten times your strength." Lore closed in on her, his expression as hard as he could make it in this playful moment.

She had a very aroused expression on her face. "Are you going to take me by force, Lore? You planning on showing me just how bad you can be?" she asked in a sultry voice.

Lore grinned. She had yet to stop surprising him. He liked that. He laughed, picked her up and put her over his shoulder. She tried to sound as if she was protesting his actions but her laughter gave her away. He threw her on the bed. He liked the way her breasts moved when she laughed. He climbed on top of her, holding her arms above her head. He kissed her voraciously. Lore could feel her test his grip on her, but he knew she was not going anywhere until he wanted her to. And right now, he had no intention of allowing her to go anywhere or do anything other than have him make passionate love to her.  Still holding her, he kissed the nape of her neck and sucked and nipped at her. Love bites, was that what they were called? He thought the idea of giving her love bites all over was a wonderful one and by her moans, she was not too upset by the idea either. He moved back to her lovely mouth, kissing her deeply. He slid his hands up from her wrists so their fingers were entwined. He entered her and began slow, rhythmic thrusts. The passion of their kisses escalated with each thrust. She was on the verge of cumming when she cried out his name, over and over. Lore decided he had never heard a more exciting sound than her voice touched by passion, saying his name.

His neural nets flooded with overwhelming sensory information, pushing his sexual response to the brink and over. He cried out her name as he too came.

His response was more overwhelming than he had ever had. His head jerked momentarily and he collapsed on the bed next to Ja’hara.

"Lore, are you okay?" she asked, obviously scared that he may have malfunctioned.

"I had a brief surge in my subprocessor but I’m fine. It's nothing to worry about. I have been processing so many new emotions and sensations lately. I have already run an internal diagnostic and I am 100% okay," he smiled.

"You're sure you're okay?" she asked again. He met her eyes and smiled.

"I'm certain."

"Good, because I want to know just what emotions and sensations you have been processing that are new?" She gave him an almost giddy grin and straddled him. Lowering herself down, she tucked her head under his chin and wormed her arms under Lore to hold him as tightly as she could. Lore took a moment to just enjoy this.

"What's new that I'm processing," he repeated. "You. I'm processing so many feelings both emotional and physical from and for you. Love, intense happiness, incredible sensations when we touch or kiss, just the sight of you. I love you so much, Ja’hara. We were meant to be together." He quickly changed his tone to sound tough. "Don't go thinking I'm changing into some goody-goody. I'm still the evil brother," he said with a laugh.

"I don't want a goody-goody. Sounds like your bother is rather dull and lacking in imagination. I want you, Lore, not some Starfleet pawn. Can we go sightseeing now? And dinner, for those of us who eat, would also be very nice." She poked him in the area where ribs would be were he human and laughed.

They got dressed and returned to the reception area of the resort. Lore spoke to a man at the desk and returned to Ja’hara.

"He's recommended a nice café down the road. We can take a look around and then get something to eat."

They began their tour and Ja’hara's excitement over the sights of Risa made him feel so good. ~ I guess this is vicarious enjoyment, ~ he thought. ~ I am experiencing joy through her. Incredible! ~

"They don't wear much clothing around here, do they?" she noted with a grin. She glanced over his fully clothed body, meaningfully.

Lore grimaced. "I am not going to change the way I dress for this place. I guess you could say I am an all or nothing kind of guy."

"It's probably for the best. I'm sure if you dressed like them the females would be swarming you and then I would be forced to hurt them," she laughed.

Even though she had laughed when she said it, he could tell from the look in her eyes that any female who tried to come between them would not walk away unscathed. Now he knew why Ja’hara had felt the way she did when he had fought that Klingon for her. He was shocked as another previously unknown emotion washed over him. The mischievous part of Lore imagined her fighting for him and even began planning to see that just that happened. ~ Perhaps a word here or there about being untiring and virtually insatiable. Hmmmm, that could work. ~

"How big an opponent do you think you could defeat, my love?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"From my experience, size doesn't matter. It’s all in the mind and the technique. I could easily defeat someone twice my size."

He smirked and looked around trying to find someone he thought would be a suitable "target" for his experiment. They reached the café and sat at a table and ordered a variety of local cuisine. She wanted to experience everything Risa had to offer, including the food. It was while trying to decide where to go next that Lore finally spotted the perfect opponent for Ja’hara.

"Damn, is that who I think it is? I'll be right back, Ja’hara." Lore rose from his seat and crossed the café quickly, despite Ja’hara’s calls.

She was leaning on one of the numerous columns that dotted the area. Her body was long, well toned, tan and barely hidden by a pink flowing garment that stopped at midthigh and started just above her nipples. She looked to be Bajoran but without the earring. There were a few tiny scars on her otherwise flawless body that pointed to her having been involved in the fight to free Bajor of Cardassian rule.

 Ja’hara watched from the table as Lore talked with this woman. Lore appeared to be engaged in a casual conversation with an acquaintance. Ja’hara could not hear what they were saying but she did not like the body language of the Bajoran. She was moving her body too close to Lore. She reached up and stroked his cheek. Lore would quickly remove her hand but she would return it as soon as he let go of her wrist. The Bajoran was getting dangerously close to crossing the line. When she tried to kiss Lore, Ja’hara had seen enough. She got up from the table and crossed the café. She grabbed the Bajoran's arm and pushed her away.

"Back off now or you'll regret it," Ja’hara threatened.

"Do I hear a Plicta fly buzzing?" asked the Bajoran, lazily pretending to scan the area around them. "Do you wish me to swat it, my golden god?" She reached over and ran a finger seductively over Lore's chest, in a downward motion.

Ja’hara caught the Bajoran's hand before she got to Lore's waist. Twisting the Bajoran's arm back until the woman cried out in pain, Ja’hara said between clenched teeth, "No, you hear a Shalpian knife hawk." Ja’hara continued to increase the pressure on the Bajoran's arm. "Now, are you going to leave him alone or am I going to have to break your arm?"

The Bajoran begged Ja’hara to release her, promising to leave Lore alone. Ja’hara let go of her arm but kept a close eye on the Bajoran in case she tried something. The Bajoran rubbed her arm trying to get the feeling back.

"Some men aren't worth fighting for," the Bajoran scowled and started to turn away. "But this one is." She turned quickly trying to sucker punch Ja’hara. Ja’hara blocked the blow easily and began a counterattack. She brought her knee up into the Bajoran’s stomach and when she doubled over in pain, Ja’hara grabbed her by the hair and smashed her head into the bar. The Bajoran lay crumpled on the floor. Ja’hara headed for the door of the café while Lore quickly followed her.

"Very impressive," he said as they walked outside.

"I'm glad you liked it," Ja’hara said as they rushed around a corner and away from the area. "But unless you want to get us tossed off this planet and banned for life," she turned to face him and poked him in the chest with her finger, "I would suggest you stop setting up little scenes like that in the open. You want me to take someone down for you Lore, make sure it’s not in full view of dozens of people." She tilted her head to the side, shook her head at him and then grabbed his face to kiss him hard.

They walked down to the beach and began to explore. Ja’hara removed her shoes so she could feel the soft, warm sand on her feet. She kicked sand at Lore and ran down the beach away from him. He gave chase but took his time in actually catching her. She waded in the crystal clear ocean water up to her knees. She tried to convince Lore to at least take off his boots and walk along the edge of the water. When he finally agreed, she playfully kicked water at him.

"You know what this means, don't you?" he laughed. Her only response was a sexy smirk meant for him. He made a quick motion and pushed her back so she plunged completely in the water.

"Lore! Look what you did - I'm soaked!" she laughed. "Help me up please," she said innocently.

He carefully waded a little deeper and reached rather awkwardly with his hands. She grabbed them in a way to throw him more off balance and he fell into the water next to her. She laughed as she got up and ran back to their quarters with Lore in pursuit, laughing as he ran.

When he caught her, he picked her up in his arms and carried her, but not towards their quarters. He found an area dense with foliage of every size before letting her down. He pulled her by the hand deeper within the green maze until they found a tiny clearing just the right size for two. Lore pulled her into his arms.

“It’s hot here, Lore,” she complained.

“It’s about to get hotter.”

He kissed her. The sight of her standing in that wet clinging dress was too much to bear. "You really should get out of your wet things," he laughed. She pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushed it down.

"I would advise you of the same thing," she said as she pulled his shirt off.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothing while she lay down on the soft grass. Lore moved next to Ja’hara and they wrapped their arms around each other, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. They kissed long and hard for several minutes before Lore stopped and pulled back to just look at her. His eyes were full of mischief.

"You're up to something," she noted.

"Yes, I am." He got to his feet and looked around. His eyes took on a pleased glow. As he helped his lover to her feet, he pointed to a nearby tree. "Stand over there, my love. I will be right back."

She sighed, but did as he told her. Lore returned with a length of sturdy looking vine in his hands. Taking hold of one arm, Lore tied Ja’hara's wrist. He went around the tree and, pulling her other arm behind her, tied her securely to the tree. He stood back to survey his handy work.

"Spread your legs, Ja’hara," he told her, with a grin on his face that spoke of evil intent.

She obeyed. He wrapped a vine around one ankle while she feigned pleading.

"Oh, please, sir, I will do anything you want. Oh, please, don't hurt me," she said in a singsong tone.

He looked up at her as he wrapped the vine around her other ankle giving her that sexy smirk she loved. He needed one more thing. He gave the area a quick survey and found what he was looking for. It was a long, soft, pliable leaf that he used to blindfold her. Now for the fun to start, he thought. He took another leaf and touched it to the very tip of one nipple, watching her squirm. He trailed it down her cleavage and toward the center of her body. He brushed the leaf over her pubic area and continued down her leg. He tickled the top of her feet and each of her knees. She squealed and squirmed through it all and Lore loved it. He threw the leaf down and gently ran his fingertips up the inside of her legs until he reached her thighs. He blew lightly on her thighs as she squirmed to his touch. He kissed the area above her pubic hair, running his lips past her navel, his hands caressing her hips. She moaned deeply. He brought his tongue in to contact with the tip of her breast as he had with the leaf, but after a second, took as much as he could into his mouth, sucking. She moaned again. His fingers danced over her midsection, teasing and tantalizing. His fingers finally began a slow descent towards her center. He gently played with her pubic hairs as he ran his hand slightly lower. He fingered her clit, playing with it as she moaned louder. He inserted his fingers inside her while still pleasuring her above.

"Lore!" she cried out in a passion-affected voice.

"Yes, my possession?" he asked, patronizingly.

"Possession?" she questioned.

"I do have you under my complete control. You are beautiful. Your breasts erect, your legs spread - you’re wet and just ready for me, aren't you?"

She was trying not to beg, but her desire was overwhelming.

"Please!" she finally moaned.

"You'll have to do better than that," he teased.

"Please, master, please. Now sir, please!" she begged.

"That's better."

She moaned as he entered her and slowly began his thrusts.

"Please sir, harder," she begged.

He quickened his pace. Her breathing became heavier and her moans louder.

"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of "My Lord...ah...closer to Lore," Lore said, between sighs, moans and thrusts.

"Oh my LORD!" she exclaimed and collapsed as much as her bonds would allow her. Lore was almost there himself and, with three more thrusts, he exploded within her.

Lore moved closer to Ja’hara so she could rest against him. She ran her lips along Lore's shoulder, up his neck and over the side of his face until she found his mouth.

"Kiss me please, my Lord," she whispered. Lore kissed Ja’hara tenderly.

"Do you want me to unbind you?"

"Yes, my Lord, please."

Lore removed Ja’hara's blindfold. He broke the vines around her wrists and ankles to free her. Catching her body before she fell, he lowered her gently to the grass. He turned her on her back, lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

"I really liked that. We'll have to do that one again," he sighed with contentment, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Can I tie you up next time?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.

Lore chuckled. “If you can find something to hold me, my love.”

They lay in each other's arms contently for a while longer.

"Let's go inside. I'm hungry."

They picked up their still damp clothes and went into their quarters. Lore sat on the couch while Ja’hara sat on his lap, her arms around his neck.

"I thought you were hungry?" he asked.

"I can't decide what to have. Any suggestions?" she asked. Lore kissed her and then gently moved her onto the couch. He walked over to the replicator, giving her a glance as he stood in front of it.

"I'll surprise you."

Lore turned to face the replicator and punched in two dozen commands before it beeped compliance and replicated his requests. He returned to her side with a drink of tranya and a tray full of a multitude of finger foods from five different planets. He slowly fed her bite size portions of each as he explained what they were and how each was renowned for raising sexual pleasure, heightening desire or causing certain areas of the body to become more sensitive to touch.

She devoured each sample he fed her. She took his hand after each bite to lick his fingers to get every little morsel. Even though he was not eating, he discovered they were still having an affect on him as well. After finishing the samples from one planet, Ja’hara would ask Lore if they could go there one day. He saw no reason why they could not, so he promised to do so in each case. She was getting full, so after the fifth morsel from the fourth planet, she reached over, drawing her lover closer. Somehow after two deep kisses, the tray got knocked onto the floor, but neither seemed too broken up about it, as they were too involved in each other to even notice. With each touch, she gasped from the incredible sensation. She would not have believed his kisses could taste sweeter but they did.

"The food..." she was breathing heavily, "it's working." She could barely speak. They fell to the floor in a passionate heap. Neither cared that the spilled food was being crushed by the weight of their bodies.

Ja’hara felt as though her body was being controlled by someone else. But she also felt as though she could see, taste and touch with more intensity than she had ever experienced before in her life. Everywhere Lore touched her turned to flame. His hands were like molten lava flowing over her body. She could not control her responses. She was panting, crying, and calling out his name over and over again in quick puffs of breathless speech. The intensity of their lovemaking grew and grew inside her. She grabbed for the carpet as she desperately needed to dig her fingernails into something but all her grasp found was the scattered food on the floor around them. The juice from the fruit trickled between her fingers from the pressure of her grip. Her juices were flowing too like never before. Desperate for purchase, Ja’hara shoved aside as much of the sticky fruit as she could to grab hold of something solid. Lore was vicariously affected by her reaction and riding out this storm of emotion with utter glee and savage delight. Not being able to grip the carpet, she threw her arms around Lore, digging her fingernails into his back. Her orgasm was massive, the force of which caused her to pull Lore as close to her as she could and dig her nails deeper into his back. He kept going - harder, deeper. She was experiencing multiple orgasms, one after another. Finally, when Lore came inside her, her body started to relax although it took a few minutes before she could move. Suddenly she felt a slight discomfort of her fingertips. She removed her hands from Lore's back, spying tiny pieces of gold under her nails.

"Lore, I've damaged you!" She was horrified at the thought of hurting him. She showed him her fingers. Lore took note of the traces of bioplast sheeting embedded in her nails. He did not seem the least bit concerned and this confused Ja’hara.

“I don’t feel pain like you do. You truly are worried, aren’t you? Fascinating. Don’t be. I have a kit that will fix up the damage in no time and you did no damage to my internal systems.” He looked deeper into her eyes, smirking her favorite smirk. “My, that was good, wasn’t it. You were like a wild animal. I loved it.”

She growled at him and did this little twitch with her nose that was so cute. "You're sure you're okay? You're not just saying that so I'll feel better."

"I would never lie to you and you are the only one I've ever said that too."

He had not lied to Ja’hara but what he did not tell her was how surprised he was she had actually scraped the sheeting from his back. This was the first time in his existence he had to make this type of repair. But it also turned him on to think of the depth of emotion he could cause in her and she could cause in him. Her strength was shockingly impressive and that a passion for him could arouse her that much moved him. Hell, he had just promised to never lie to her without a thought, and he had meant it.

He replaced the sheeting but tried to leave as much of the marks as he could. She came in to watch as he made the repairs. She wanted to learn as much about how he operated as she could in case there was an emergency or something.

"You've left some marks. Do you need me to help repair them?" she said as she ran her fingers over the slight ridges.

"No, I'm finished. I left those marks on purpose, as a reminder of a perfect day." He put his arms around her.

"You mean, like a scar?" she asked, looking a little lost.

"Yes," Lore confirmed and began to nibble on her neck.

"You want to leave it to look like a scar I gave you?" she said, still looking like she was processing a problem.

"Yes, you marked me, now I have to mark you."

He returned his attention to her neck until he left his mark on it.

"You don't have to do that, Lore," she laughed. Taking his face in her hands she looked deeply into his eyes. She looked so serious. "You have already left your mark on me. It's just not visible. The mark you have made on my life, my heart is tremendous and will always be there." She kissed him lightly on the lips then wrapped her arms around him.

"I want to mark you as mine anyway. But I like the sound of what you said too. You know, they have this place here that gives what used to be called tattoos. You could get my name printed across your sexy ass. I'd like that." He rubbed his hand across her bottom and raised his eyebrows at her.

"You almost make it sound like you want to get married."

"Is there something wrong with that?" he asked, almost indignantly.

"No, I didn't think you were the marrying kind of guy, that's all," she answered. She was surprised by the tone of his voice.

"I certainly never thought of myself as being the marrying kind either until I met you. If loving you more than anything, wanting to be with you forever, holding you, protecting you, making love to you makes me the marrying kind, then I plead guilty." He wiped away a tear from Ja’hara's cheek. "Before I met you if someone had told me I was capable of feeling this way about anyone, I would have told them they were totally insane and laughed and now look at me. I love you so much."

"You only love me because I'm bad," she teased.

Lore looked like he was chewing on that for a moment. He nodded. "That has a lot to do with it. Now, do you want to go get that tattoo? I have one in mind and a particular place on your sexy body to put it. If you are a good girl, I just may tell you but not yet." Lore kissed her quickly and went to their bags, pulling out an outfit for both of them. "Get dressed. Time for a little body decorating."