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This marked the second time that Garak had expressed interest in trying something new simply because she saw Julie enjoying it first. It was also related to strap-ons this time as well, though indirectly — fortunately, unlike last time, this particular desire didn’t raise any red flags on Julie’s end. This time it was a simple experiment: doing it from behind. The fact that Garak had gotten the idea from doing Julie from behind with a strap-on was basically irrelevant.
Julie had been somewhat surprised by the suggestion, moreso because as soon as Garak brought it up she realized that they actually hadn’t done it positioned like that before. At least not in the precise way Garak was referring to. Having one’s back against the other’s front (be it standing, sitting, or lying down) wasn’t new territory at all but whenever they did that and had sex engaged in pleasure at the same time, it was always the one behind reaching around to access the promised land from the front. Going in from the back had not really occurred to them.
When asked, Garak had shrugged and said it simply wasn’t a Cardassian technique. Mostly for anatomical reasons - since both male and female Cardassians had downward-facing genitals, and the male organ wasn’t very long, engaging in penetrative intercourse from behind was pretty much impossible. Consequently, the position was completely absent from native Cardassian sexual practices.
“There are also cultural reasons, of course,” Garak explained with a smile, “but I really don’t think I’m at much risk of you stabbing me in the back, dear.”
Julie raised an eyebrow. “How often is the average Cardassian mating with someone they genuinely think will stab them in the back?”
“Oh, well, among my people it’s actually considered the height of romance…”
Garak was evidently in a playful mood. Julie decided to roll with it.
Since this was her idea, Julie was able to get Garak to lie on her belly without protest, and since she had brought it up in the first place after they were already naked and in bed together, they were afforded the extra convenience of not having to quibble about that either. Julie straddled the backs of Garak’s thighs, slightly warm to the touch beneath her. Her arse was goddamned magnificent. Big and plump with impressive glutes beneath the plush layer of fat. It was a joy to behold and to touch. And the little vestigial nub tail nestled right between the buttocks - that was just too cute. Especially since the underside of it was sensitive and ticklish, and it made Garak squirm when Julie slipped her hand under, brushing teasingly against the flat scale before wedging her fingers between her cheeks and trailing down.
“It’s probably not very different for you,” Julie commented, her fingertips tapping lightly against Garak’s seam, and wrist resting against her bum. “I mean, with vertically oriented genitalia, it makes sense that a different angle of approach would notably affect the experience. The clitoris can only be located either anterior or posterior. But you, well, you have two, and they’re both on the sides…”
Garak huffed, her face pressed against the pillow. “Taken as a whole experience, Doctor, I do find it… novel.”
“How so?”
“You don’t usually focus so much on my backside.” She lifted her hips a little, dislodging Julie somewhat. “You are very much a breast woman, my dear.”
“You have great breasts. And a great arse, thank you.” Julie traced the outside of Garak’s vent. Already a little fluid was leaking out, but then, Garak wasn’t exactly hard to turn on. “I’m a complex individual, I can appreciate both.”
“Do you mind appreciating the rest of me while you’re at it, or do you prefer to just rub that one spot?”
“Strong words from someone who’s currently keeping her hands to herself,” Julie sniped, shuffling back on her knees and leaning over Garak, planting her free hand by her hip. She kissed the base of her spine.
Garak made an irritated noise. “It’s rather hard to touch you when you’re behind me.”
“You wanted to try this.” Julie bit Garak’s arsecheek — Garak jerked in her grasp. “And you know what, Garak? I think you’re enjoying this… your cussy is dripping like a faucet for me.”
“Are you trying to ruin the mood with that ridiculous talk?” Garak complained.
Julie giggled, and kissed where she’d just bitten, then moved up Garak’s body - giving every scale on her spine the attention they deserved. Garak was positively writhing under her, hands clutching the pillow she buried her face into every time she had to make a sound louder than a sigh. Julie hadn’t been kidding about her dripping like a faucet; no matter her criticisms, Garak obviously enjoyed the rubbing very much and at least some of her squirming was almost certainly just the Cardassian equivalent of humping the mattress. Julie had not dared yet to try to slide her fingers fully into her but she did dip the tips in, circling Garak’s hemiclitorides a few times before pulling back again to stroke the lips of her seam, or trace meaningless patterns over the soft microscaling on her mons veneris, or brush her thumb against her sensitive femoral pores. Garak gleefully pushed herself back against Julie’s attentions and, had it not been for Julie’s weight over her back, probably would have ended up in a classic face-down-arse-up pose.
Which of course Julie would not have objected to, but she did much prefer plastering herself over her like this…
Garak shook her hair out of the way as Julie kissed the back of her shoulders — unsurprisingly, she was trying to draw attention to her neck. Julie obliged eagerly, nipping hard at her neckridges. Garak moaned into the pillow, pushing her arse back against Julie even harder. Julie dragged her fingers against her cloacal lips, opening her up just slightly, and Garak keened.
“Doctor,” she panted, “Doctor, Doctor, my little… ah, please, b-bite my neck…”
Julie pulled her mouth off her briefly. “I am biting your neck.”
“No, the… the nape of my neck, caroci…”
Julie drew back a little to look at the aforementioned body part; Garak arched her spine, head pressed down against the bed, to present it. Julie had never paid too much attention to the back of Garak’s neck. It was covered in thick and relatively large scales, leading her to assume it didn’t have much sensation. At the nape, where the spinal ridge seemed to start, there was a relatively wide scale that was shaped a little differently from the others — sort of like a flat “W”, or more whimsically, a fat butterfly.
Julie touched it with her lips. “Here?” she said.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
Julie bit down.
Then practically leapt off of Garak when the action caused her to go totally limp and collapse out from under her.
“Garak!? Are you alright?!”
“Yes, dear.” Garak blinked up at her with dewy eyes. “It’s supposed to do that. You should do it again,” she added, an almost pleading edge to her voice.
Julie just stared. “You went completely slack!”
“That’s what happens when you bite the cotas’hU. That’s what I wanted, Doctor.”
“You have a spot on your body that makes you go limp when it’s bitten??” Julie ran her (clean) hand back through her hair in bewilderment. “I mean, I knew there was a nerve cluster there, but I assumed that that was simply part of your brachial plexus! You’re telling me there’s a specific mechanism for Cardassians to be paralyzed by their own body?”
Garak propped herself up on one arm, giving Julie an annoyed look. “You know, Doctor, in some species it’s considered advantageous to be able to make your partner sit still while mating.”
“That’s incredible…” Julie learned forward, touching the cotas’hU - gently at first, then prodding harder when nothing happened. Garak only looked more grouchy at that. “So I take it only a specific type of pinching pressure triggers the reflex to relax all of your muscles? Ah, if it is a reflex at all - or does the nerve stimulation cause paralytic hormones to release, or what? This wasn’t in Ta- I mean, in the medical files I have access to.”
“Of course not,” Garak sniffed. “Why would we advertise such an obvious weak spot?”
“Oh! So you’re… oh, Garak, thank you for trusting me enough to show me this.” Perhaps undermining her point, Julie immediately pinched the cotas’hU, causing Garak to go slack again and flop face-down back onto the pillow. “God, that’s fascinating,” she said, entirely unable to help herself.
“I’m glad one of us is enjoying herself,” Garak muttered, and rolled onto her side to glare at Julie.
Julie stroked her neckridge apologetically. “Sorry, love, but you can’t just spring this on me and not expect me to have questions. Do only female Cardassians have a cotas’hU?”
Garak hmphed. “Males do too,” she said. “It seems both sexes saw an evolutionarily benefit to forcing their mates to relax.”
“And — are you totally paralyzed? Can you still breathe like that? How quickly does it wear off?”
“There’s no serious trouble breathing. It is difficult to swallow, though, some people drool if it goes on too long,” Garak said with a slight grimace - perhaps she was one of those people. “The paralysis lasts for as long as the cotas’hU is being bit, but it’s not dangerous in most cases. I do, ah, know of some incidents where the cotas’hU was pinched for so long that there was some lingering damage to that person’s ability to move afterwards… but that’s only after several hours… you would need a clamp to do that.” She paused. “And I suppose cutting through the skin to cause direct nerve damage would also cause serious problems, but your teeth aren’t sharp enough for that, dear.”
“I see…” Julie searched her face. “Does it feel good for you?”
Garak nodded.
“Feel good as in it stimulates endorphin production, or feel good as in you get off on the sense of helplessness I’m assuming it gives you?”
“That’s— that is quite a question, Doctor,” she said, embarrassed.
“Ah, so it’s the latter,” Julie said knowledgeably.
Surprisingly, Garak didn’t snap at her and instead only laid on her front again, hiding her face behind her arm almost shyly. “It’s alright if it’s with you,” she mumbled, seemingly mostly to herself.
“Yes, that’s right,” Julie said gently. “I love you. I wouldn’t hurt you.” She kissed Garak’s hair and leaned over her again, peppering more kisses over the back of her shoulders and neck. She slowed, hovering over the cotas’hU. “This is what you want?” she murmured against it.
“Yes, Doctor…”
Julie bit down again, and this time held it for longer. Garak stayed completely immobile as promised, breathing shallowly, and so relaxed that when Julie snaked her hand around her arse and between her thighs, she was able to press her fingers into her vent with absolutely no resistance. Garak’s only outward reaction was a fluttering of her eyelids and very muted whine.
Julie opened her jaw - Garak took a breath, and she tightened around Julie’s fingers. “Oh…”
“It’s really incredible,” Julie said. She kissed the scale. “Does this work even when you’re actively trying to move, or do you have an instinct to go still as well?” Another kiss. “I’m going to bite you now - try to squeeze my fingers.”
She could only feel a twitch. She released Garak again, deciding to give her neckridges some attention for a little while. Once Garak started restlessly shifting and rocking her pelvis against Julie’s hand (which admittedly only took about a minute), Julie bit the cotas’hU again.
This was fun. Julie wasn’t entirely sure what this said about her, but she was having a really good time casually stilling someone who was normally so fussy and squirmy. It was especially nice to fuck Garak with her fingers while having the ability to simply nip any anxious tension in the bud - as Julie quickly learned, the relaxing effect of the cotas’hU actually did continue, though in a less extreme form, for several long moments after the pressure was relieved. This meant that they actually had some windows where Garak was responsive (moaning, twisting her hips) but her muscles were still loose enough that Julie didn’t need to be as slow and careful with her fingering as she usually was.
On the flip side, Julie was only now realizing how tense Garak had always been up until now. She’d always assumed that, because Garak actually accepted penetration with fingers, the finicky tightness was merely baseline muscle tone and not a milder presentation of the proposed condition known as “cloacismus”. (Julie would have loved to write a paper about this if she didn’t know that Garak would [perhaps justifiably] murder her in her sleep for it.)
Giving her jaw a break, Julie switched from her mouth to her hand, pinching Garak’s cotas’hU and sitting up, pulling her fingers back out of her and wiping them perfunctorily on her own stomach. Obviously, she received no physical or verbal objection from Garak as she manhandled her into a different position, lying on her side with one leg splayed out. Julie straddled her bottom leg and let go of her neck so she could pull her top leg up over her shoulder. Garak groaned and clutched the sheets.
“Have I ever mentioned,” Julie said, and gave Garak’s knee a kiss, “that you have great legs, too?”
“Doctor, please, I was so close…”
“Really? It’s hard to tell when you can’t move or speak.” This was untrue. Julie had absolutely known. “I just think it’s a little unfair for you to have all the fun.”
“You and your Federation-—“
Julie pinched the cotas’hU again, cutting her off. She scooched forward on her leg until she was pressed up against her, close enough that if she really pushed she could rub her clit against one of Garak’s. With her other hand she finally had the chance to fondle Garak’s enormous pillowy tits. She leaned forward to kiss Garak’s face - fortunately Cardassians had very impressive hip flexors, so Garak’s leg still being slung over her shoulder and consequently pushed up towards her own shoulder was actually a very easy stretch for her to make even without the cotas’hU.
She released Garak again, letting her gasp against her face as she started to rut against her. Garak’s hand came up around her shoulder, pulling her down towards her - she turned her face towards the mattress and bowed her neck, presenting her cotas’hU again — Julie teased her with little nips on the back of her neck, not quite hard enough, not quite on the right scale. Garak growled desperately, meeting Julie thrust-for-thrust.
“Doctor, please— y-you have to—“
“I love it when you beg,” Julie whispered in her ear. “I love the sounds you make, the way you sound when you’re pleading for something. I don’t think you understand how unbelievably attractive you are to me.”
“Doctor,” Garak nearly whimpered.
“I love you,” Julie kissed her ear ridge and returned to the back of her neck, sinking her teeth into her cotas’hU. Garak lolled, letting out a breathy choked sound, and a rush of slick soaked Julie’s pubic hair. Julie kept humping her, grinding against her vent and keeping her pinned with her teeth until her climax took her too.
Finally Julie let go, kissing Garak’s neck a few more times then disentangling their limbs and lying down next to her. Garak rolled onto her back, noisily catching her breath and wiping saliva from her face. She was shivering slightly and had a blissed-out expression that made Julie imagine little cartoon hearts floating around her head.
Julie propped herself up on one elbow, leaning her head against her hand. “You really enjoyed that, huh?”
“Yes… ah… very much, dear…”
“You could have told me about this a long time ago,” Julie said, and brushed Garak’s cheek with the backs of her fingers to show it wasn’t a rebuke. “You don’t need to hide your desires from me, you know…?”
“Mmmh. Did I… tell you what ‘cotas’hU’ means, Doctor?”
“You didn’t mention it.”
“Translated into Federation Standard, ‘cotas’hU’ means ‘bonding scale’.” Garak grinned serenely at her. “Because, of course, if you bite there, that means you’re bonded.”
“I see. That’s awfully romantic.” Julie twirled a lock of Garak’s hair between her fingers. “But I suppose at this point, I really shouldn’t be surprised that Cardassians are such a romantic people.”
“Romantic? No, no, Doctor, what I meant was that under Cardassian law, we’re married now.”
“No we’re not,” Julie said without missing a beat.
Garak gave her those wide, innocent doe eyes that were anything but. “You don’t believe me?”
“Not without asking Odo about it first - as I’m sure he knows every Cardassian law on the books, and he’s a far more reliable source.”
“Hardly reliable when we’re not talking about laws on the books, Doctor. This is an old… traditional… tribal law. Odo wouldn’t know it.”
“Yes, because you just made it up.” Julie kissed her. “Not that I mind being ‘bonded’, for the record…”
Garak laughed a little, and cuddled close to Julie, pushing herself up under her arm and tucking her head under Julie’s chin. She started to purr. “If you tell anyone about the cotas’hU, by the way, Doctor, I will skin you alive.”
“Don’t worry, love. That I do believe.” Julie smooched the top of her head. “Your bonding scale is safe with me.”