The Dark Beauty Saga

"Dark Beauty" is the name I've given to the characters of Sheila Stephens and K'avir Velimir.  Can't believe it's been almost ten years since I created them, back when I was writing Star Trek fanfic with Alliyah, Neets, Gerri and Noob on LiveJournal.

Ah, good times.

I will say that I am working on putting them in an original work of fiction, tentatively titled Blade Dancer, but the world building is colossal. In time, they will return in full novel form.  But for now, I have them right here for your enjoyment.

Combat   1   2   3

Feenin'    1   2   3   4

The Hunt   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10

Khalaya Moon   1   2   3   

Fan Art Invitation

"Cosmic Sheila"

Artist Julie Nguyen created this amazing fanart of Dr. Sheila Stephens.  This is the very first sanctioned image of Sheila and I'm very pleased with the result.  For those of you who are fans of the Dark Beauty Trilogy ("Combat," "Feenin'" & "The Hunt"), please let Julie know (via the Comments section) what you think of her work.  

If you are an artist and a fan of K'avir & Sheila, feel free to submit your own depictions.  Here are some basic guidelines:

Sheila is of African descent.  The frame of reference is a 21st century African-American woman.  She is 5'10, curvy and athletic with brown eyes.  Her hair is dark brown with reddish-gold highlights. It's kinky, thick and long.  Sheila likes to fight and has a scar on her upper arm.

K'avir is Vulcan.  He is 6'4, 225 lbs, muscular with broad shoulders and rich dark skin.  His hair is black but he does not wear it in the traditional Vulcan fashion.

Feenin' (4/4)

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Sheila sat in the mess with a salad, ruminating on Spock’s words.  K’avir chose her—early on, if she understood Spock correctly—to be his mate.  He wanted her as much as she wanted him even then…and she knew what she saw in him, but she wondered what he saw in her enough to make him want her as his wife.

The minute Spock left, she used the computer to research and download information regarding Vulcan mating practices.  She was going to read the rest of it tonight with a cup of tea, as it was interesting reading.  K’avir was going to go through something called Pon Farr, and the information on it was vague, but Sheila wasn’t stupid.  He was going to experience some chemical imbalance that took away his rational mind and honed his need to mate with a willing female.  In other words, he had to fuck or die, and he was planning on doing it with her.  It appeared to be a violent practice, but she wasn’t about to let him die.  And she’d already proven she could handle rough sex with him.  The little bit of information she did find did not provide specifics on how rough the sex was, but the captain had said that because K’avir chose to be celibate rather than indulge in women was going to make this particular bout of…illogic…intense.

Feenin' (3/4)

Sheila bandaged her arm after cleaning it with antiseptic and using the regenerator to heal the muscles and skin.  She gave herself an antibiotic hypo and leaned against one of the cots.  She was exhausted and grateful that sickbay was empty.  The border patrol assignment was uneventful so far and no casualties occurred.   Now, if she could make it to her quarters just down the hall, she would take a hot, hot shower, and then fall into bed.  Part of her throbbed with unreleased need; K’avir half-naked with a sword was enough to keep her fantasies going for at least a week.  She felt a red-hot pulse between her legs, a thrum in her nipples and a live wire between her buttocks.  She desperately needed release.

Feenin' (2/4)

Commander Trisha Baker stood up, massaging her arm from the hypo.  “I’m good to go, right, Sheila?”

“Of course.  I don’t mess around with the birth control injections, Trish.  Not after what happened last time.”

Trisha stared at her friend.  Whenever she was on duty, Sheila wore her hair secured becomingly against her head.  Today was no different.  She was used to seeing the bruises on her arms, especially when she wore her uniform dress without the jacket or lab coat.  Sheila told her they were a badge of honor; something she was proud of.  They were not like the bruises she suffered at the hands of Lenny; those she hid from the world until she couldn’t take it anymore.  K’avir’s fierce training ensured that she would never take anything else off another man, even if it was him.

Feenin' (1/4)

Sheila knew she was going to have to talk to K’avir at some point.  The only reason she hadn’t done so was because she was busy with work.  There was so much to be done; it was time for crew physicals and she and her staff had a daily, constant flow of patients.  K’avir was still her combat instructor and she had her lessons regularly, nightly if possible, as had been the case since before they became intimate. 

Sheila was woman enough to admit that while the sex between them was so very hot, so very intense and so very amazing, she couldn’t handle K’avir every single night.  She could definitely hang with her big Vulcan lover a few nights a week, but every night would have her bowlegged and that wasn’t a cool look with her new boots.   Just within the past four weeks, she’d made up four years’ worth of stockpiled orgasms.  K’avir knew what to do and how to do it and she appreciated that he was a man about it.  And even though her time with Lenny had not been a blissful experience, Sheila appreciated it now because she could definitely say what she didn’t want in a man or a relationship.  K’avir was nothing like Lenny.  He was the strong, silent type, he never laid a malicious hand on her, and he could maintain an erection.