Dream Lover
In her dreams, he came to her. His wide shoulders filled the arched doorframe; his black boots made heavy footfalls on the carpet. A smirk crossed his grey features as he walked toward her. A look of intense longing filled his glittering blue eyes, until the black pupils covered the color with darkness. His heavy, black armor slowly fell to the floor in pieces. Beneath, a tight black shirt clung to the well-developed torso. And, a rather obvious bulge filled the tight restraint of his pants. As he drew closer, she watched, captivated. He was beautiful. Unable to deny her feelings, she tried to speak, but her mouth refused to move. She was frozen. Literally. She tried to speak, to tell him…. But nothing happened. She could not speak, could not move. She was helpless. His ridged brow arched in amusement. "What's the matter, Major? Have you never seen a Cardassian man undressed?" It was impossible to respond. At least verbally. Physically,
she felt the first electric pulse of desire shoot through her body as large, grey hands
cupped her breasts. The caress shocked her, aroused her, yet she could do nothing to
stop it. "Dear Nerys, you still don't know how much you want me, do you? You seem to be in need of a little persuasion." He came and stood beside her, running a slow hand down the crotch of his pants. "You have no idea how well endowed Cardassian males are, do you my dear? Well, then, allow me to show you." She swallowed hard, trying to pull her eyes away from the spectacle of Gul Dukat's impromptu strip show, but it was useless. In reality, she wanted to see even more of him. Not that she'd ever admit that to him. As her gaze lingered on his body, the dark slacks fell to the floor. The shirt followed, creating a dark pool of cloth on the carpet. Dukat wore no underclothing-he was completely naked. Secretly, Kira had wondered what he might look like beneath his uniform-now she knew. Helplessly, she stared at the unusual beauty of his smooth, grey body. All hard lines, flat plains, curved muscles. The thick scales around his neck were attractive as well; highlighting the prominent face above. He turned briefly away, giving her a startling view of his backside. It too was perfection and she sucked in a breath involuntarily. When he turned around again, she blushed. He hadn't lied. Prophets, he was the most well endowed man she'd ever seen. A great surge of desire flushed her body and she wondered briefly how he might feel inside of her. He caught the look on her face and beamed a reptilian grin. "I can very nearly read your thoughts, dear Nerys. You want me, don't you? You want to feel this inside of you." His hand motioned to his impressive girth and Kira felt her heart flutter painfully against her ribcage. This was madness! She had to stop him before anything happened. Why couldn't she move? "Shall I initiate you into the ways of Cardassian love? Or, should I learn your more gentle, Bajoran ways? Either is most appealing to me, my dear." Her heart thumped painfully, and she was beyond aroused, unable to control the racing lust inside her body any longer. He was all too aware of her state, and crawled onto the bed beside her, playing with the tender white flesh of her thighs. His lips touched hers, trailing delicate kisses up the inner parts of her legs. He lifted her nightshirt gently and found that she wore no underpants. How utterly delightful. "You are full of surprises, Nerys. Do you usually go to bed with a bare bottom or is this a special treat for me?" She was shaking under his rough hands, almost feverish. Her skin was hot to the touch and again she tried to move her heavy limbs. Looking at him, the old hatred flooded her veins with adrenaline, mixing with the blossoming flares of desire. It was unbearable. Suddenly, his warm tongue found her most sensitive spot and lapped like a Bajoran kitten. She shuddered, trying in vain to move her frozen limbs. Kira longed suddenly to grasp the black mane of hair in her hands, to press him even closer. Dimly, she realized she should hate herself for wanting this, but the insistent throb of her body demanded her full attention. "Ah, beautiful Nerys. You taste like Bajoran spring wine, like the finest nectar. You delight me." He continued his tongue's lucious assault, then moved upwards, kissing her full breasts one by one. Each soft mound filled his mouth as her taut buttocks filled his hands. She was dying from the pleasure of it, yet could do nothing. Nothing but hope that Dukat would quickly bring her to her release before she lost what was left of her mind. As he'd pleasured her, his own insistent desire had become a painful torment. Unable to wait any longer, he rose above her and parted her silken thighs. His hard grey thighs slid between hers, and with a jagged thrust he filled her. Completely. He moaned loudly in her ear as he thrust into her, and she dearly wished she could scream his name. Over and over again. Their eyes met, and she began to lose herself in the darkly erotic look he gave her. His backside rose and fell as he gently rocked against her pelvis, and in her mind she cried out for him. Dukat! Prophets, why couldn't she speak? Or move? Why couldn't she participate in this wild insanity with her own sworn enemy? She longed to break whatever spell held her captive and meet his thrusts with her own in a heated battle of lust. She wanted him. Yes, she wanted him and had for a very, very long time. If only she could tell him. "Gods, Nerys, you are everything that I imagined and more. I can't bear this torture any longer." "No!" her mind cried out. Not yet. Not until she'd found her own satisfaction. Suddenly, the spell broke completely. Her body was her own again. "Thank-you Prophets!" she cried, pulling her lover closer, urging him on now with heated whispers of endearment. It was perfect. They moved in silken unison, staring into each other's eyes with something more than lust, something less than hate. "Dukat, I…." "Yes, dear Nerys?" he teased. "I love you." Prophets, now what had she done? But it was too late. The words were out. Dukat's smile gleamed in the darkness. Victorious, he claimed her, harder, faster, until he felt her legs shake with the impending release. She moaned softly. "Yes, Prophets, yes!" "Nerys…Nerys, I… oh Gods, yes!" Shuddering, they came in wild, shattering unison, grasping one another tightly, their continuous cries splitting the air until they collapsed. Spent. Kira breathed deeply, smiling to herself, eyes closed. What a dream! It had been amazing, but she could never, ever let Dukat know about this. If he knew how she felt…. But there was no way. She had perfect control of her feelings and hid her desires behind a tight mask of outward disgust. Sighing softly, she rolled over, pulling the covers around her naked body. Naked? But she'd worn her blue nightshirt to bed. She was certain of it. "What the hell…" she began and a hand reached to wrap around her tiny waist. "What is it, Nerys? Did you have a bad dream?" The contented face of Gul Dukat stared at her from the pillow. Shocked, she felt her mind and body go completely numb. The dream, it had been…real? "Dukat did we just…" "Mmmm, oh yes, indeed, my Bajoran beauty." Her heart dropped to her stomach and she covered her face with the blankets. "I thought I was dreaming." "And so you were, my dear. You see, I wanted to speak with you tonight and so I rang your door chime. You never answered, so I used my override codes for your door, and let myself in. Nerys, you were in bed, calling out my name, shaking as though you were having a violent nightmare. I came in and held you, tried to comfort you. I lay down beside you, wrapped you in my arms, and decided to stay the night. Then you kissed me. Well, after trying to control my desires for so many years, that kiss was my undoing. I made love to you. You were very responsive, by the way." Oh Prophets it was true. She had really slept with Dukat. Suddenly her own words came back to her and she closed her eyes in complete defeat. She'd told him that she loved him. As though reading her mind, he murmured, "I love you, my dear." "I…I…oh Prophets, help me." "Help you? Help you what, sweet Nerys?" She tossed the blankets back and looked down at the face of her life-long enemy. It was true. She didn't want it to be but how could she deny it any longer? All of the bitter hatred and resentment fell away. In the glittering eyes of a Cardassian, she found the one thing she never would have expected to find. Love. "Alright, I give up. I do love you," she whispered, lying down on his shoulder. He smiled into the darkness, victorious but not surprised. He'd known it all along. ~ The End ~ |