Try to concentrate and do his job?

Christopher tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but it kept getting more and more difficult. He started to feel giddy, he stared at T'Pol across the water and imagined her nude as she took her readings and collected her samples. His vision started to blur and somewhere deep down inside, part of him realized something was terribly wrong. He tried to call out to the Commander, but he had no voice. He took a step toward her, wading through the lake, and then fell forward into the water...

T'Pol raised an eyebrow at him as she looked back at him. He guided his cock to her asshole and pushed the head inside. T'Pol actually moaned and it was the sexiest sound Christopher had ever heard.

"My anus is extremely tight," T'Pol said back to him in a raspy voice as he began to slide his cock in and out of her ass. "I will also contract my sphincter for you to increase the pleasurable sensation on your erect penis."

He fucked her ass good and hard until he felt like he was about to explode.

"Do you wish to ejaculate into my anus or into my mouth?" T'Pol asked.

Lt. Christopher awoke with a yelp. T'Pol moved to his side with her hand scanner. He was lying on his bedroll in the tent. He felt like he was burning up. He saw a water bottle nearby and moved to grab it, but found he could not.

"I can't move," he blurted out.

"Try to remain calm," T'Pol said. "You are running an extremely high fever."

She grabbed the water bottle and poured some into his mouth and onto his forehead.

"What happened?" he asked.

T'Pol continued to run the hand scanner over his body. "I discovered you floating in the water ****," she said. "I brought you to shore and began a scan. At first I could not discover any reason for your fever or loss of consciousness. However I did notice a discrepancy in your blood that coincided with data from the water samples we collected yesterday. Recalibrating the scanner, I was able to determine that an unknown pathogen had entered your blood, most likely by inhalation."

"When I was certain that you were stable, I left you in the tent and traveled to the shuttle to make contact with Outpost 212. However, something in the atmosphere has drained the shuttle of all power. I have been unable to discover the source of the power drain. It is unknown why it has affected the shuttle and not our hand scanners or other smaller equipment. We are stranded here until someone comes looking for us."

Lt. Christopher couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What's happening to me?"

"You are experiencing an increase in heart and breathing rate. Your blood pressure has also increased severely. You are experiencing severe vasocongestion, epididymal hypertension, and penile erection."

"I'm horny?" he asked, laughing in spite of himself. "Tell me something I don't know!"

"I fail to see the humor of the situation," T'Pol said, wiping some sweat from her forehead.

"Wait a minute," Christopher said. "Is it affecting you too?"

"Affirmative," T'Pol said, arching an eyebrow and studying the readings on her scanner.

Christopher was quiet for a moment, his eyes slowly moving down her body as she knelt there beside him.

"Why can't I move?" Christopher asked.

"The virus is affecting your nervous system, paralyzing you," she said matter-of-factly. "As I am able to control my emotions and sexual drive more efficiently than you, it has not yet affected my nervous system to the point of paralysis. However, if I cannot find a solution soon, I too will succumb."

Christopher laid there while T'Pol continued with her scans and experiments. He was hornier than he had ever been in his life. Even though he couldn't move, he could feel his body tingling, and could feel how hard his cock was.

This was insane. What if T'Pol fell **** from the virus? Would they be able to survive 48 hours before the Enterprise realized something was wrong and came to get them?

A few hours passed, and at least Christopher didn't get any worse. He was still horny as hell, and still could not move below his neck, but he did not fall **** again. Apart from sweating, T'Pol seemed to be handling the virus fine. She moved from tent to tent, studying the virus and running experiments.

Night fell, and T'Pol gave Christopher a sedative which helped him fall into a dreamless sleep.

He awoke the next morning feeling much the same. He discovered he still could not move. T'Pol was sitting beside him in the tent, scanner in hand, a look of slight disappointment on her face. She was stripped down to her undergarments, and they were also wet with sweat.

"That doesn't look good," he said. "Fever?"

She looked at him. "Affirmative. Also, I have been unable to discover any sort of treatment or antidote," she admitted. "However, I do have a theory."

"OK," he said, using every last bit of strength not to look at the curves and outlines of her body underneath her wet undergarments.

She took a moment and wiped sweat from her face.

"I believe we can relieve some of the symptoms if we release some of the tension being built up in our bodies. " When she finished telling him this, her eyes glanced up from her scanner to his face.

"You mean... um..." he blubbered.

"Have an orgasm, yes," she replied. "I believe this will relieve the pressure on your nervous system and allow you to move again. However, I do not believe this is a cure. The virus is still in our system, and the process will quickly build again. It will give us some time however, to work together to find a permanent solution. I am concerned however that the effect of the virus will increase in intensity the longer it is in our system."

"Let's worry about that later," Christopher said. "I'm no help to you like this. Actually, um... how exactly am I supposed to relieve my... tension... in this state?"

T'Pol looked down at Christopher. "I will have to... assist you."

"Oh," he said.

T'Pol, reached over and pulled the blanket down Christopher's body. His cock was practically bursting through his undershorts. T'Pol, pulled the waistband of his shorts down and his big, hard penis popped out. Christopher watched T'Pol looking down at his cock. Her face was still mostly impassive, but there was definitely something burning behind her eyes. The sweat glistened off her skin as she pulled his shorts down to his thighs. She looked back at him and then back down to his cock.

She took his cock into her hand and the feeling was intense. She gripped it lightly and slowly began to stroke his dick up and down, sliding her hand over his swollen cock head and down the full length and up again. He watched her hand on his cock and let himself enjoy every second of her touch.