Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Rebecca awoke suddenly from sleep as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her against a warm, bare chest. She quickly twisted around to see who it was, and her pounding heart settled as she saw Gelnon's twinkling purple eyes staring down at her in amusement.
"I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you," he said softly, kissing her forehead.
She sighed and gently brushed her lips against him, causing him to chuckle. "I...I was worried for a second that..."
"You thought I was Yalroun?"
She nodded.
"Yalroun is dead, my dear. He won't bother you again, I assure you."
"His clone-"
"Has been re-assigned to Rondac III. I doubt you'll see him again, Rebecca."
She nodded in relief. A few months ago, when asked where he was from, Gelnon had carefully explained to her about the Vorta and cloning. She had been slightly apprehensive about this idea at first, but he could see she was starting to accept it.
"You say Yalroun is dead. Did you fight him?"
Gelnon chuckled. "I don't mean to boast, but it wasn't much of a fight from his side. I crushed him."
Rebecca frowned. "But are you ok? Did he hurt you or-"
His laugh cut her off. "I think you misunderstand me, my dear. This was not a physical fight of punches and the like. We leave that to the Jem'Hadar. No, my dearest...we engaged in a mental spar."
Her eyes widened as he explained the mental connection that can be initiated between Vorta and the conditions of the fight.
"So you're saying that he died because you killed him in this mental meeting ground or whatever?"
"Correct."
"Then he could have killed you or-"
"He wouldn't have had the chance." He cut her off again with his words and a dangerous smile. "He betrayed my trust by trying to make you his. You are mine, and no one else may have you. Had I known what he was trying to do, I would have never let you stay here under his care."
She smiled slightly at his indignation on her behalf. "How did you know he was in here?"
"Eriaya told me about their meeting in the courtyard. In a way, I guess he had the right to try and take you, but he chose the wrong time...and the wrong Vorta to toy with."
Rebecca frowned. "He had the right to try to hurt me?"
"Not to hurt you. To make you his. To take you from me. Vorta are, first and foremost, mental creatures, and we do love to win dominance over each other. To win your loyalty and trust, not to mention your physical desire, would be to win dominance over me. He would have won something of mine, something fascinating and precious to me."
Her gaze softened at his last words. "I love you, Gelnon."
He smiled at that and kissed her gently, laughing inside at her naivete. With those words, she had just committed herself to him, assured him of her loyalty. She would be no one else's.
"But that mental thing," she whispered after he finally pulled away, "was still a fight. Did he hurt you or anything?"
He shook his head. "My mind is unaltered, if that's what you're asking."
She sighed in relief. "I'm glad you're ok."
He chuckled. "Though...I must admit, I underestimated him a little. He left a bigger impression on me than I initially realized."
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, it's nothing negative, I assure you. Quite the opposite, I believe." He carefully removed her clothing and straddled her. "You see, I think his desire for you was impressed into me..."
He began to run his hands up and down her body, slowly increasing his force from gentle to vigorous. She moaned.
"I had almost forgotten how delightful this is, Rebecca, but my mental contact with Yalroun renewed, and, may I say it, intensified the pleasure I feel in doing this."
He leaned forward and buried his nose in her hair. "It never occurred to me to do this," he whispered, inhaling her scent. "But I must say, the results are fascinating and...rather arousing."
Indeed, her warm and sultry aroma sent shivers down his spine, and he breathed in slowly to try and control himself. He recalled the morning when she had first awoken in his arms and how she had smelled his hair. His reaction was almost identical to hers. He moaned aloud and dug his fingernails into her back; never had he smelled such an enticing scent. He stared down at her, the intensity of his gaze amplified by Yalroun's lust, and soon her lips were trapped in his fierce and passionate kiss.
They made love five times, at Rebecca's insistence, until the morning sun crept through the window on the other side of the room. She had quietly told him that Yalroun was right, that doctors sometimes advised woman to have sex in order to promote contractions. He grinned at that and whispered to her that such services could be arranged, then entered her with a gentleness that surprised her considering his earlier passion, and she was touched by his restraint. She was still rather tired from the previous day's events and from carrying this baby for so long. He was gentle every time, and he told her that his lust could wait until after she had their child. But even so, she could feel the undercurrent of passion in his movements, in the way he held her in that deliciously possessive grip.
They sighed together in satisfaction as they both finished, and before Gelnon pulled away from her, he leaned down toward her.
"I think that's enough. You need your rest, and I need mine."
She frowned. "I thought Vorta were..."
He chuckled softly. "Mental spars between Vorta are taxing, even on the victor, and that combined with five times with you has me exhausted."
She nodded and he laid down next to her. She smiled as he draped his arm over her waist and aligned his body with hers. She was almost asleep when something came to mind.
"Gelnon?"
"Yes, my dear?" he murmured sleepily.
"We haven't decided on a name."
He grinned in the early morning light and moved his hand to her swollen stomach. "Do you have anything in mind?"
She shook her head, then paused. "I've seen the ultrasounds, and she'll probably look just like you, so..."
Gelnon chuckled. He too had seen pictures of his daughter and could already see her elongated ears.
"Your point?"
She sighed. "Nevermind. You choose a name, and I'll tell you what I think. You're probably more awake than me anyway."
"Then why don't we put this off until we're both more awake?"
She snuggled into him and nodded off into a dreamless sleep. After a few minutes of stroking her bare stomach, he joined her, a satisfied smile on his pale lips.
...
Gelnon slowly drifted to consciousness, and he involuntarily groaned. He was suspended in the twilight world between sleeping and waking, and all he knew was that waves of pure pleasure were washing over him.
As he became more and more awake, he realized a tongue was slowly and seductively lathering his member, which was beginning to harden. It felt so good...he moved his hand blindly from his side down his body toward whoever was doing this. He felt hot, thick hair and an ear, and he dug his fingers into the thick hair and moved it to his liking. He opened his eyes and glanced down there.
Rebecca's blue eyes twinkled up at him, and he slowly sat up and stroked her hair. She got up and straddled him, then grinned wickedly and shoved him back on the pillow. Urgent lips found his and covered him in a passionate kiss, which only caused him to throb in want. He was severely aroused without any control over what happened, considering she caught him off guard while he was asleep. He didn't even think that was possible, but again he congratulated himself on his choice to take Rebecca with him from Farius. With her, he learned more than he ever imagined; he was probably more informed on mating rituals and techniques than any other Vorta in the Dominion.
She reluctantly pulled away and stared at him lustily. "Did you sleep well?"
"I was, until I was interrupted. Not to say it wasn't welcome," he said with a grin. He settled himself down, and Rebecca noticed and tilted her head at him.
"Didn't you like it?"
He chuckled. "Yes, but I also like control over myself. Why did you do that?"
The mischievous grin returned. "All these months and you've seduced me a hundred times...I thought I'd return the favor."
He laughed out loud. "You believe you can seduce me?"
She cocked an eyebrow. "I was doing a pretty good job of it not a minute ago."
He shook his head. "Indeed you were...but can you do it when I have control over myself?"
Rebecca leaned down and brushed his lips with her own, and he suppressed a shiver. "I can try."
She pressed her lips to his and lightly traced them with the tip of her tongue, and her hand trailed down to where her mouth was earlier. Raimus had always liked it when she did this, but no matter how much or how hard she played with Gelnon, he didn't become aroused. It frustrated her, and he did nothing to alleviate her frustrations with his satisfied smirk. He was amused by her attempts, but he was in control; he was simply waiting for her to see it.
But she remembered another sensitive part of his body, and her hand left the back of his neck and grabbed his ear. The smirk slid from his face, replaced by slight worry. He shifted under her as if uncomfortable and tried to hold in the moans that were begging to spill from his lips. Her skillful fingers brushed against him like gossamer thread, and he bit his lip. If she were only massaging his ear, he might have had more control over himself, but that combined with her playful fingers down below was seriously testing his limits. She seemed to realize this as she pulled away from his lips. Her tongue gently grazed the ridges on his other ear, and he couldn't suppress a gasp.
"So you do like it..." she breathed, her breath blowing into his ear. He let out a small moan, and he felt himself heat up below. She could feel his arousal growing, and she leaned forward again.
"Let me take control this time," she whispered to him. He stared at her with wide, glassy eyes and nodded.
His mind reeled in pleasure as she continued to massage both his ears. He didn't suppress gasps or moans or convulsions; he let them escape him, and they made the experience all the more pleasurable. She was skillful and attentive, paying attention to what he responded to the most, which usually involved either his ears or his member. The latter was starting to hurt from her stimulation, and he moaned loudly.
"Rebecca," he gasped. She grinned knowingly and, with a mischievous glance, slid over him.
He groaned in utter satisfaction; her movements were slow at the start, but then she slowly sped up. Faster and faster she moved up and down, and he was hurtling toward his peak. Then, she slowed down again.
He looked at her and nearly growled. "Giving me a taste of my own medicine, hmm?" he panted.
She laughed, then moaned. "I simply wanted to draw out the experience. I don't get to do this every day."
He chuckled breathlessly. "Even I wasn't this cruel," he countered.
They both stopped talking as she slowly sped up again, but this time she didn't stop. She gazed in perverse satisfaction at his helpless, panting form below her. Rebecca reached out and massaged his ears again, and he cried out as the pleasure was unbearable.
"Founders!" he yelped, digging his fingernails desperately into her hips, needing something to hold on to. This was beyond anything he had every felt with her, and it sent his mind reeling in ecstasy. His entire body felt on fire, and every extremity ached in pure pleasure. He moaned as he felt the familiar squeezing sensation as her insides rubbed against him, and he felt release as a wet warmth surrounded his member.
He held in his whimper as she still massaged him. It was strange how the stimulation now felt painful, but he didn't dare make her stop. Despite the pain, it still felt good, and he opened his eyes.
She had moved off of him and was panting for breath, and once she saw him recovered, she trapped him in a sweet, slow kiss. He was more inclined now to let her seduce him again, but after this time, he was sure he had given enough to send her into labor soon. Intimacy was on hold until after she gave birth, they both agreed.
The rest of the day, they lazed around the room, talking about names. When the sun had dipped below the horizon again, their talked turned to her family.
"My parents?" she said, turning to him. "Jennifer and Nathan. And you remember my sister, Leah."
Gelnon grinned. "Yes...do any of those names appeal to you?"
She looked away. "My mother died two years after my sister joined the Syndicate. They provided her with improved medical care, but...it was too late. She was too far gone." A tear slipped down her cheek, which he brushed away with a sad smile. She turned back to him. "I'd like to name my daughter after her, if that's alright."
He nodded. "That sounds reasonable, however...you must understand that this is a rare event, and in the Dominion, names have powerful meaning. I guess its the closest we get to your aesthetics."
She tilted her head. "What are you saying?"
He threw her a small smile. "What does 'Jennifer' mean? Do you know?"
"White wave," she said softly.
"What about 'Rebecca'?"
"Captivating."
He chuckled softly. "That you are, my dear...how very fitting."
She smiled. "What does your name mean?"
"It comes from an old Vortani word gel'hona, meaning 'forester', if I'm not mistaken."
"Vortani?"
He nodded. "The language of my progenitor. It's very close to Dominionese, but with some slight variations."
"Huh," she said, tilting her head again. "You said that names have powerful meaning. What did you mean by that?"
"A name will often reflect one's personality, appearance, or origin. In my case, its the latter."
"Forester?" She was nonplussed.
He chuckled. "Gelnon came from a forest region on Karill Prime."
She nodded, then doubled over with a strangled cry. He immediately straightened up and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Rebecca?" He thought he knew what was going on, and it delighted him that what he had been waiting for was finally here.
She looked up at him with a pained smile.
"It's time."
…
Gelnon had never seen so much blood come out of a person before, and it amazed him that Rebecca was still alive after those five hours of labor. He had stayed by her side the entire time, holding her clammy hand as she screamed and panted for breath. She was sleeping now, utterly exhausted, and he let her be.
He had found the entire thing fascinating, how she had cursed and screamed as he encouraged her to push harder, how she had refused drugs in order to fully live the experience, how she seemed to know more about what to do than Eriaya, who was supervising the delivery. He would ask her later how she knew so much.
At the moment, he was standing by the window, letting the early morning sun fall on the tiny pale face of his daughter, who was cradled in his arms. Indeed, he was having a hard time finding any human features in her face; she looked like a full-blooded Vorta in miniature. Her head was covered with dark downy hair that was already beginning to curl. He smiled as he realized it would probably act like his. Her ears were elongated, and the ridges on them were just as defined as his. The only feature that she seemed to have inherited from her mother was her nose. It was small and slender like Rebecca's, not at all large like his. The infant's lips were pale pink, just like her father, and he could just spy bright purple eyes under heavy, sleep-laden lids. It seemed the birth had been almost as hard on his daughter as it had been on his human.
He traced her right ear with a careful finger and smiled in satisfaction. He had yet to tell his lover that after tomorrow, she would be separated from her daughter for an unknown period of time. Eriaya and Yalroun's replacement, Kuilan, wanted to run aptitude tests and do further scans. He had no objections to this, but he was sure Rebecca would be the sole voice against it. But he would be able to sway her mind easily; he always had been able to control her without much resistance.
His attention turned back to his daughter, and he chuckled with that 'hmm' noise that others said defined him. He couldn't help but wonder what his daughter's laugh would sound like, if it would be anything like his, close-lipped and subtle, or like Rebecca's, soft and silvery, or perhaps a mixture of both.
They hadn't decided on a name, as Rebecca had been far too distracted to concentrate on the subject, not that he blamed her. But this child needed a name.
He let his eyes roam over her again, and her mother's suggestion came back to mind. He wouldn't choose it, of course, but there were a few Vorta names that had the same kind of sound. They were uncommon, but then, his daughter was far from normal.
He heard the door open behind him and he turned and smiled at Eriaya. "Have you decided yet? I need something for the records."
He laughed softly. "Jenhona."
The woman paused. "That's not a very common name. What does she have to do with the sea?"
Gelnon shook his head. "It means 'mariner', Eriaya."
In his mind, the name fit perfectly. They were now sailing in uncharted waters, with his child at the helm. If Weyoun ever managed to capture Earth, and Jenhona proved herself to be a worthy servant of the Dominion, then a new race of Vorta could potentially be bred to help control the Federation. The people of Earth would not harm their own children.
Eriaya nodded. "So be it."
She left him alone again to ponder, and he cooed softly to his child and eagerly awaited her bright future in the service of the Dominion.