Lemon… My God… So much lemony goodness… You have been warned
Visit to Bajor
It was a long night thanks to the possibility of a concussion, but the Commander still insisted that she leave for Bajor the next day.
Tyr refused to leave her side, taking his things with him to Bajor to meet the rest of her family. He sat uncomfortably close to her on the transport, ignoring her discomfort with his proximity.
"I need you to trust me, Amara."
"Stop calling me that," she said as the transport dropped them off. "My name is Marsha. Everyone calls me-"
"Everyone is wrong. You used to follow me everywhere, little one. You used to live for the sound of your name on my lips."
"Well, I don't anymore," the woman said awkwardly. "Especially since it's not the name I've been raised to answer to. I don't want you to call me by that name anymore."
"Very well, Marsha," he said, and she felt the same thrill as when he used the unknown name. She couldn't help but shiver at the honey-golden tones.
"I… I just-"
"Mars! Come here, honey," Keiko exclaimed, pulling the girl into a hug. Marsha hugged her back and relaxed a little after last night. Molly and the new little one were with them and she knew from the look on mom's face that it would be another late night.
"Mom, this is Tyr Anasazi. He's… Well, he's the one that saved me."
"A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. O'Brien," he said with a firm handshake and a charming smile.
"Likewise," she returned, charmed by his manners. "I'm sure you've noticed that Mars is very special to us. I look forward to hearing more about you over the next few days." The conversation continued among the three adults, Tyr naturally involving the children when they asked for it. They toured her garden, making sure to take time to meet the woman's neighbors. It was good to see her mother happy instead of fighting with daddy.
Tyr insisted that Marsha take a nap when the children did at midday. She had circles under her eyes and hadn't been able to suppress her yawns. Once her children were down, Keiko turned to her other guest.
"I noticed that you seem to be awfully close with Marsha."
"Her real name is Amara Wilks and she is a Nietzschean like me," he said smoothly. "I was born four years ahead of her to herald her arrival into the world."
"Oh! well that must have been interesting." The woman settled back on her couch for the full story.
"To tell you the truth, I hated it as a kid," he admitted. "I was a child and I was suddenly saddled with a baby that cried whenever I left her eyesight. I even had to sleep with her to keep her calm. There was suddenly no time for my friends or family and everyone kept saying how proud they were of me when I moved into her family's home to shut her up."
"Oh," Keiko chuckled. "That must have been a great deal of responsibility for such a young child."
"Like I said, I hated it back then. I'm ashamed to say that I was not gracious in accepting my duties. Then, because I refused to sleep in her room one night, some opportunists were able to kidnap her and her life as a cherished child ended. She's almost dead and it's all my fault."
"Mars - Amara is fine. She's just tired, that's all."
"She's fading, don't you feel it? Her core has been damaged from her experiences on this side of the Rift. Something happened, something devastating that has poisoned her. And she hasn't received enough love to counteract it. As it stands right now, she won't last two weeks this way. Especially with the pain of last night's attack. She wasn't kidding when she told the others that she almost killed the station. Her will to die is overcoming her will to live."
"What can we do for her?" the worried mother asked, ignoring the fussy sounds of little Kirayoshi waking up.
"I can tell that you love her. She needs to feel that constantly for a few weeks. When a Khaleesi is healthy, she glows constantly. The glow only increases with singing. I can only do so much at a time without making love to her. And even then, it's likely to do more harm than good with that poison in her system."
"I don't understand about the poison, Tyr. Wouldn't she know if-"
"It's the bad memories, combined with the guilt she's holding onto. It's poison to a Khaleesi. Lethal. I'm surprised that she's lasted this long if what I think happened, happened. She's got to talk about it and get rid of that pain. Believe me, it'll be like lancing a wound. Then she'll need to be loved for a straight week. It'll heal some of the wounds. Two weeks if possible. After that, she should last a lot longer. But right now she is dying. If you asked her, she'll tell you that she is, but I doubt she understands why or how to fix it."
"She was so young when she was dropped into this world. And she-"
"Wait. You've seen her memories?" the Nietzschean asked in amazement.
"I'm her mother, Mr Anasazi," Keiko said smugly. "I've seen the first year and a half of her memories. After that shame set in and she wouldn't show me more."
"It's funny. Chief O'Brien seemed so surprised that she could transfer memories."
"I said I've seen her memories. Miles tends to go to the head. I work on her heart. Last night must have been a true nightmare for her to transfer a memory to her father."
"It brought back bad memories. An attack like that would rattle anyone. Especially those memories," he growled, furious with himself for only breaking the bastard's ribs and face.
"So… What's the plan?" she asked quietly. "We ambush her after dinner?"
"Is there a way to send the children away for the night? We need to double team her and get her talking. She'll never open up if she thinks it'll hurt the children."
Molly came out just then, carrying her little brother. Keiko nodded to show that she understood what the man was talking about and wrangled her children. In the end, she sent them to a neighbor's for the night.
"Alright, the children are gone now," Keiko set her daughter down with a stern look. "It's time to talk about your time on Sabra 6." The girl jumped up like her seat was on fire, pacing the room anxiously.
"I know it's hard, Mars, but it's time to talk about it!" She followed her daughter around the living room.
"I don't want to talk about it, mom! The past is the past. It's over!"
"Marsha," Tyr said, stopping both women from their frantic pacing. "It's killing you. The past is killing you." He came up to her, putting his hands on her shoulders where she was shaking "But you already know you're dying, don't you?"
"I… I…"
"You already know this is killing you and you think you deserve it."
"I killed her," Marsha whispered, tears running down her face. "It was me." He stared at her in shock.
"You… You killed somebody?" he asked quietly, reeling from the implications. In the meantime, the room faded away, revealing two girls, dirty and tired-looking. The three ran together as a group over the course of a couple of years, but one of them was sick.
"We never gave our real names. It was easier that way, you know, if the men caught up with us." The images continued, showing them running around in the garbage of a ruined world. The three were close, but they didn't spend all their time together. Whenever they met back up it was a reunion. "B named me Horz, on account of the fact that I'd never been caught. Little did she know, I had been. Once." The images showed her on her hands and knees in front of a group of three men. She looked up and suddenly they all slumped over, pants down and dangling. She ran away and used a piece of glass to cut herself and the dark film around the image lifted.
"Erin got caught by one of the diseased ones though. He raped her and left her alive as a joke. I don't even know what she had, but it was fatal. We know that because we found her attacker dead one day." An image of Erin kicking the corpse and spitting on him rocketed through her memory. The eight year old had cried that night, lamenting that she was going to die horribly. "She made us promise her one thing. That if the pain got to be too much, that we would put her out of her misery. We found a transport off the planet one day, but Erin was coughing and bleeding and half delirious by then from an untreated STI. She would have gotten us all caught if we'd taken her with us and she couldn't stand the thought of being left behind. So she cashed in her favor. But B chickened out. It was up to me. A knife in one hand and a promise on my heart, she begged us to kill her before we got on board that ship. B was going to leave her, but we promised! We promised…"
The image changed to her sitting on a stoop holding the knife, her shivering friend half lying on her, looking so grateful. She was humming, you could taste the salt of her tears, feel them coursing down her cheeks as she drew the knife deeply across her throat. She continued humming as the life ran out of the dying child onto the live one.
"Thank you," she whispered her last words into her lap. B watched the whole thing in horror. The way she looked at her, like the girl had become a monster before her very eyes…
"We promised," Horz whispered desperately, but the look on B's face didn't change.
They boarded the ship, each finding their own hiding place, and that was the last she ever saw of B.
"I never found out what happened to her. That ship crossed paths with a half a dozen other ships, I'm not sure which one she snuck onto. She didn't signal me when she was going. I think she just wanted to get away from me; get away from what I'd done. The guilt still consumes me," she said as the memory broke up. "I killed her. Me. But we promised we would! We swore we wouldn't let her suffer! We promised!" She sobbed into Tyr's chest, Keiko rubbing her back in comfort
"I don't make promises anymore," she hiccupped after a while. "Because when you make promises, you have to keep them. You have to. No matter what. And I couldn't bear to keep a promise like that ever again!" she sobbed brokenly
"Oh, my poor baby," the mother said, pulling her away from the man and into her arms, where she started sobbing anew. The rest of the night passed that way, with her crying her eyes out. Tyr had no problem letting her. Khaleesi were known for being incapable of violence. Killing, even mercy killing was supposed to be beyond them. To think that she would fight her nature like that all for the sake of a promise she made was almost beyond comprehension. He had to get her away from these humans before they inadvertently killed her. But would she allow herself to be taken away? She seemed very attached to her 'parents'. He might have to spend the rest of his life with them, or at least plan on visits to this part of the galaxy to keep his woman happy.
Both women were currently sleeping, exhausted from their tears. He pulled the woman he was sworn to protect into his arms and rocked her silently as she sniffled in her sleep. He thought of how he'd failed her as a child. How he'd not appreciated her like he should have. He'd taken her for granted, assumed she'd always be there crying out for him, her pudgy little hands curled in his braids. Now he couldn't get enough of her presence and she pulled away from him timidly. She belonged to him, it was time she realized that. She'd suffered a head injury when she crashed onto Sabra 6. The memory of how much she needed him might be lost forever, but he intended to make sure she needed him now. It took so little to make her happy. And he intended to be her happiness. Her guardian sentinel. The one she smiled for. He'd once been all of that and more for the sleeping woman in his arms. He promised himself that he would be again and settled in to sleep.
Keiko called the station the next morning and demanded that she be allowed two weeks vacation after her ordeal with Graham. The Commander readily agreed and Marsha spent the next two weeks at the dig site with her mother. The girl tried to detach herself from her family because of the guilt she felt, but they wouldn't let her. Her mother showered her with love and affection and sympathy for her past. She didn't allow her daughter to mope or slip into depression, loving her unconditionally for the brave act she'd performed so long ago. Tyr was no better, insisting that she did what she had to do that fateful day. He held her and played with her and talked with her until the guilt started to dissipate. They reviewed that memory countless times and in the end, Marsha finally forgave herself. With that forgiveness came a lightness she'd never experienced before. By the time she left for the station, she was glowing softly at all times. Minor cuts and bruises would heal themselves in her presence. The number of stubbed toes and splinters decreased dramatically at the site as well.
One of the archeologists noticed that as long as the girl was left to her own devices, the glow remained. It was when people made a big deal about her powers that she became self-conscious and the glow disappeared. She stopped glowing for days after Kai Winn showed up on the premises. Keiko spread the word to the others to leave her be and the glow returned. Word spread to the station as well. People began to practice ignoring her glow, the locals anxious to keep their unusual resident happy. Marsha noticed to her dismay that the more she glowed, the closer she stayed to Tyr. She was an independent woman, damnit! She wasn't supposed to depend on anyone. That wasn't how Starfleet worked. You looked out for yourself!
"Is everything alright, Marsha?" the Nietzschean asked in those golden warm tones that just turned her brains to mush.
"No," she grumbled petulantly, kicking a small stone away from her. He laughed heartily at the display and she blushed hard. "You're always laughing at me," she whined, pushing him away from her.
He grabbed her arms and spun her around and into his arms happily. "I'm laughing at your attitude, love," he explained into her ear. "You're so cautious of me, as if you can't trust me. I was made to love you."
The girl immediately felt a song coming on and suppressed it. The last thing she wanted was a bunch of people gawking at her. The effort it took to lock the song down made her head hurt and her nose bleed.
"You're fighting your nature again, Marsha," he chided softly, nuzzling her forehead lovingly. "The songs will come as they will. It's a sign of your trust in these people that you want to sing. Let it flow. The urge will overwhelm you if you try to suppress it too much or for too long."
"How the hell do you know so much about me?" she griped, plugging her nose. "Mama says you didn't even like me back in the day."
"When I lost you, when I first felt that tear in my soul that was your absence, I vowed that I would learn all I could about you, my lady. That I would be ready to treat you properly when I found you. I've had years to learn your Khaleesi ways and study your habits. I want to be ready for you to love. I want to be worthy of your love." He stared at her so intensely that she had to look away. "No, love, don't look away from me." Tyr caressed her cheek tenderly. "Never look away." The two stared at each other under the beautiful Bajor moon. She stared up at him, eyes large and vulnerable. He looked down into her eyes and wondered how he ever looked at her with contempt or disgust.
He pushed a stray braid behind her ear and brought her chin up. He stepped up to her and leaned in for a soft kiss to her lips. The Nietzschean came in slow, giving her plenty of time to turn away or hide from him, and with every second, she glowed brighter. Till he covered her lips with his and a flash of light temporarily blinded the people nearest to them. He ignored them all, concentrating on kissing his woman properly. She was shaking slightly, and he steadied her with his arms around her shoulders. Tyr angled her head just so to possess her mouth properly, encouraging her to open her mouth for him. When she did, he took his first taste of her and her knees buckled. He picked her up and did it again, reveling in her gasp of pleasure. Tyr would have enjoyed continuing his assault on her senses, but a tap on his shoulder ended his bliss. He growled, but turned to one of the techs looking shell shocked but determined.
"We're trying to work here," she said timidly, looking embarrassed as the dig started to clean itself and the bones started to brighten. He tapered off the kiss, smiling as she whimpered.
"Relax, little one," he whispered against her ear as he let her down to her feet and she whimpered again. "You will get the rest of that kiss." She shivered in delight and he grinned foolishly at being able to please her. The two walked home hand in hand and spent the rest of the night showering their siblings with affection.
"Mars, can I get a glowy song?" Molly asked as Kyeiko dried her hair with a big fluffy towel.
"Maybe tomorrow," the older sister said hesitantly, trying to think of something quick to sing for her sister before bed.
"You won't die again if you do?" she asked innocently.
"Of course not, Monkey," Amara said, shocked by the question. "Me dying like that… That was a one-off, do you understand?"
"No," Molly shook her head.
The woman sighed, trying to think of how to explain. "I used up all my power because I wanted to make sure we all got out of the monster together. It was a mistake, that's all. But I learned from my mistake and it won't happen again. Okay?" Molly stared at her, then reached out for a hug. Marsha held her close and felt the tears threaten when her mother joined in the hug.
Who made the mountains? Who made the trees?
Who made the rivers that flow out to the seas?
And who hung the moon in the starry, starry, starry sky?
Somebody bigger, bigger than you and I.
Somebody bigger, bigger than you and I.
She sang the lullabye sweetly, but without glowing more than usual. Her sister laid out on her bed and relaxed into sleep by the end of the song.
"That wasn't one of your 'glowy songs', was it?" Keiko accused lightly
"I can't do just one song," she said, shaking her head. "It hurts to stop. And I don't know what'll happen once I start a set. I'll sing for her tomorrow, when there's time."
"There aren't that many tomorrows left, Marsha."
"I know," she said, knowing that she was leaving in a day.
"Her actual name is Amara," Tyr put in, grinning at her when she glared at him.
"I know," Keiko smiled at the daughter's embarrassment. "She just doesn't seem comfortable with the idea of changing her name."
"It's okay. She doesn't like to talk about it, either. But her name is Amara Wilks and she's only 26 years old."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Only 26?"
"Nietzscheans develop faster than humans. She was only two when she came to this part of the universe."
The mother was warming to the topic now, sitting down beside her soon to be son-in-law. "Now tell me, because I'm curious. Little Amara tests as completely human, not Nietzschean. Why-"
"Genetic camouflage," he said simply. "It's pretty standard where we're from. She would have taken on the genetic markers of the species she interacted with first as a child. Scumbags that they were, the people of Sabra 6 were human."
"So if they'd crash landed on a Klingon planet-"
"She would have gotten sick, then slowly taken on the physical characteristics of a Klingon. Her body would have adapted according to her environment."
"Even their violent nature?" she asked, fascinated by the idea of her daughter as a Klingon.
"Never. No amount of camouflage can change her nature. From what I know of Klingons, she wouldn't have survived the beatings for being weak and you and I would never have had this conversation." She shuddered at that, suddenly losing all interest in the conversation.
"Well, thank God you landed among humans, no matter how terrible they were," she hugged her child. Amara smiled a little, but returned the embrace just the same. "Alright, children. I need to get some sleep if I'm going to watch the children tomorrow. Good night."
"What? No," the younger woman said in a panic. Keiko laughed at the panic on the girl's face, she just couldn't help herself. Amara looked so deathly afraid at the prospect of being alone with her boyfriend that she couldn't help her laughter. She hugged the girl close to make up for it.
"Honey, you're a fully grown woman! I think you can handle a conversation with your boyfriend. And if he bothers you, just yell for me. I'll be keeping an ear out for Kirayoshi anyway, so I'm a light sleeper." She cast a warning look at the man vying for her daughter's heart. "Goodnight children. Behave yourselves."
Tyr looked infinitely amused at her discomfort. Was this really the same portly little baby that used to chase after him so desperate for just a lick of his attention? How times have changed!
"I don't bite, you know," he chuckled, settling himself comfortably against the couch. He knew what he looked like spread out against the light fabric. A light sheen of sweat covering his skin from the warm Bajor night made him glisten. "Come, sit with me."
"I… I…" her brain was shutting down with all the possibilities his supple body was providing her. A song was welling up inside of her and she still didn't want to sing.
"Stop that," he said sternly, rising off the couch and holding her arms out away from her sides. She'd been unconsciously digging her nails into her palms to hold off the song. "I told you, let it flow. You'll hurt yourself trying to hold them back."
"I don't… I don't want… It's embarrassing!"
"Just let it flow, Bliss. The music is already in the air. Let go…"
I'm in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet
Although my heart is falling too
I'm in love with your body
Last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Everyday discovering something brand new
I'm in love with your body
She looked horrified as she sang her song, but Tyr laughed at the song, stepping up to her with a glint in his dark eyes "My body, huh?" He laughed again when she covered her face in shame. "No. What did I say about looking away from me?" He leaned down and kissed her deeply. "This body was made specifically for you, Khaleesi. I've spent years perfecting it, conditioning it, training it for you. It pleases me that you want it for your own. Shall we test it?" He looked her over suggestively, and she blushed darkly at the implications. He leaned in again and grabbed her chin when she went to move away. "We can be together Amara. You and I were meant to be together. I want you, and I'll do whatever I have to do to get you."
I like the way you move
I like the way you move
I like the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
The music just poured out of her as they danced their way to her bedroom. They were touching and caressing each other as they went, involved in each other.
Hey baby, girl don't you stop it
Come on lady, dance all around me
You look so fine, look so fine
Drive me out of my mind, out of my mind, out of my mind
(Ooh baby)
If I could I would just leave with you, baby
Ooh, 'cause you light me and excite me
And you know you got me, baby
I like the way you move
(I like the way you move)
I like the way you move
(Ooh, so sexy baby!)
I love the way you move
I love the way I love the way
He was licking her neck lightly, lathing her with his saliva as he caressed her body lovingly. She shivered at the temperature change on her body. She was burning up inside, but her body was cold and hot at the same time with his warm breath next to her ear. "I want you, Amara. May I have you?" He started undressing her slowly, giving her ample time to say no. She just stood there, looking equal parts elated and scared. He stopped taking off her clothes to soothe her with a deep kiss. She smiled into his mouth, feeling on equal footing with the Nietzschean for the first time ever.
Never felt this kind of love
I'm addicted to your touch
Just a little's no enough
'Cause you're my, you're my, you're my favorite
Uh, favorite place to be,
I'm for you, you're just for me
And I say just what I mean
'Cause you're my, you're my, you're my favorite
Girl, you know your body is amazing
Everything I need, I'm not complaining
Girl, you the thing that I've been chasing, waiting for
Aye, give me more, give me more of that good good
Every night, every night on that doorstep
Aye, say tryna hit and lick, tryna get a fix, oh, oh
Don't you go too far from me
Every fiction you draw got me feelin complete
He was driving her crazy with his touch. Amara shivered as his knowing fingers uncovered more of her fevered flesh to his exploration. She was singing, but sporadically, mostly she was focused on kissing her man. She let him have his way with her, moaning into his mouth and reveling in the fizzy, bubbly feelings he was causing in her. He picked her up and set her on her bed, removing her shirt and starting on her pants, she was too caught up in his touch to be afraid like she usually would be. Sabra 6 had taught her to fear men. Their intentions, their methods, their 'will to power' . Men were dangerous and unpredictable. They were violent and self-righteous and scary by nature. What was she doing letting one into her?
Never felt this kind of love
I'm addicted to your touch
Just a little's no enough
'Cause you're my, you're my, you're my favorite
Uh, favorite place to be,
I'm for you, you're just for me
And I say just what I mean
'Cause you're my, you're my, you're my favorite
Before she could work herself into a panic, he did something with his tongue in her throat that made her relax completely. She may have known violent, unstable men all her young life, but this wasn't one of them. She whimpered and kissed him back, eyes closed and arms open. She reached up and touched his cheeks gingerly as she kissed him, then pulled her hand away. He grabbed her hand without stopping the kiss and placed it back on his face. His hand covered hers, guiding her exploration without stopping her. She shivered at his power over her and moved tentatively against him, opening her mouth more for his exploration. Tyr took full advantage of her invitation, suckling her tongue merrily as he finished undressing her. Once he had her naked, he touched her everywhere, suckling her mouth when she started to become restless in his arms.
"I want you to enjoy this," he said quietly, feeling the balance in her shifting towards fear the further he explored in her body. He touched her arm and brought it up to his face, waiting for her to open her eyes. "Don't hide from me. I want you to see and explore, little one. Our time together should never be tainted by fear. I am yours," he said, placing her hand on his naked chest. He took her other hand and placed it in his lap. "I am all yours. Enjoy me to the fullest; I will allow it."
"I… I don't know how…" She went to pull away and blinked when he held her gently in place.
"I'll show you how," he smiled charmingly. "Amara, I've searched my whole life for you. Did you really think I wouldn't learn all the ways in which I can please you? I want you writhing underneath me. I want to feel you surrounding me with your tight nether lips. I want to feel your contentment after we've consummated our union; after I've taken you as my wife. It's time to become one, Little Ama. Let me help you. You're not made for fear." He kissed her soothingly, angling her head just so again to possess her mouth completely. He folded her into his arms to stop her trembling and continued kissing her fears away all the while laying her across his lap. She spread her legs and gasped when his fingers were suddenly at her mound. She closed her legs instantly, but it was too late. He was already in her wet opening, his fingers squirming into her with determination. She bucked against his hand, moaning into his mouth.
"Good girl," he whispered into her mouth, speeding up his invasion as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into her. She writhed against him steadily, unable to focus on anything but what he was doing to her, how he was making her feel. The feelings swelled inside of her and burst out, her vision going white and the usual glow around her intensifying. The girl burst with power and love, pulsing as she screamed her release into his mouth.
"I-I-I-"
"Good girl," he repeated, staring down at her intensely. "Would you like more?" he asked after giving her some time to recover. "I believe the lady would like a little more pleasure," he smiled sexily, rubbing her nether lips again. And again. And again. Around her fourth orgasm, he climbed on top of her, kissing her fully as he swiftly entered her.
"Aaah!"
"I've got you," he groaned, trying his best to think past her tightness and his instinct to thrust mindlessly into her. He wanted this to be an exceptionally good experience for her. Otherwise she would grow to fear it. "You're my woman now. My only love."
"Oh, Tyr!" she yelled, her back arched like a bow as she screamed yet another release. "It hurts… It hurts so good!"
Don't want to hurt you (hurt you baby)
You think you love me, but you don't really know me
Don't want to hurt you (hurt you baby)
Want to go ride, not a backseat drive
Ah oh, I, I, I, I need
Ah oh, something inside that you can't provide me
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
And I need to get tricked again
I'm feeling the itch again
I feel the itch again
I-I-itch, I-I-I-I-itch
I-I-itch, I-I-I-I-itch
She was reeling, desperate for more as he rocked slowly, so deliciously slowly inside of her. He was babbling some nonsense or other that she couldn't hear over the pounding of her own heart. All she knew was that she needed him to speed up, she needed him to give her more or she would die with the need of it. But she was beyond words, past the ability to form her thoughts into coherent speech. All that was coming out were moans and yelping sounds she didn't even know she could make. And he was wonderful; responding to her every noise, every shiver. But he wasn't quite giving her what she needed yet and she couldn't figure out why for the life of her. Didn't he want her? Didn't he want to cum in her? Desperately she whined something and he slowed down in response. God, this wasn't going right at all.
Tyr felt her light dim as he slowed his invasion. God, it hurt to slow down! But he would do whatever it took to please her. He didn't understand it, she should be blindingly bright right now.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked in concern, slowing down even more and ignoring his body's demand for more. She shook her head frantically, clawing at his back and bucking against him. He pressed her down into the bed. "Do you know what you do to me, Amara?" he whispered into her ear as he slowly penetrated her body. "I'm going crazy with the want of you. I want to fuck you properly, thrusting into you fast and hard and continuously. Like a piston. I want to fill your womb with the length and breadth of me. I'm going to have you completely, Bliss. You're going to taste my love in the back of your throat, you're going to be so full of me. I-"
"Y-y-y-yes… More, pl-please," she finally managed to stutter out. His response was instantaneous. His instincts took over, breaking her hymen as he sheathed himself up to the hilt inside of her luscious body. She screamed and the light inside of her flashed, surrounding Bajor, the station, and everything in between. He ignored her light, thrusting into her savagely. He could not have stopped if he'd wanted to. And he didn't want to. She was so gloriously tight, so mind-bendingly, deliciously tight on his member that his brain shut down with it. He wasn't in control anymore, he was riding the wake of her pleasure. He spent hours there, desperate to please her. His body was covered in her juices as he continued to push through her Heavenly gates and into paradise.
She was moaning, screaming, and yelping as she writhed and cooed against him. Her hands were wrapped around the head of the bed as if magnetized there. She was completely open to him, letting him have his way with her. Strangely, it didn't hurt to give herself to a man. She'd seen the terror in the faces of women and children alike as they'd been caught by the enemy, by males. But she didn't feel terror right now. He was whispering broken words and syllables as he gave her the ultimate pleasure. He was panting to stay deep inside of her, thrusting deep in her as she came again around him. The woman couldn't stop herself. There wasn't a reason to stop. He was an amazing lover, superlative in every way to what she'd seen on Sabra 6. He was considerate, dominant, accommodating, and driven. She was in the middle of being taken and she already was looking forward to being taken again and again. He hadn't even finished with her yet and she was desperate for more time under his power.
"Aah! AAH!" she screamed, coming for the umpteenth time and squeezing his waist with her supple legs. He roared his approval, loosening her grip on his waist and beginning to thrust into her again. Both of them were sweating profusely by now. They'd been at this for hours. It was almost morning. Seeing the tiredness in her eyes, he picked up his pace even more, determined to give her a satisfactory finish. He could feel his own end approaching; he was more than ready to implant his seed in her. She was so wet, so warm and vibrant and his. All his. She wasn't protesting his claim on her. She hadn't turned him away or even told him to stop. Amara Wilks was all his now, as she was always meant to be. He thrust harder and faster into her, feeling her body quaking in anticipation. She whimpered and he leaned down to kiss her fully, placing a hand over hers and squeezing it, using the leverage to enter her even more.
She was squirming against him, moaning and crying against him incessantly. He was panting too, but smiling down at her smugly. He was enjoying himself immensely, holding her on the edge of ecstasy. He liked his sweat dripping off his chest and onto hers. He stopped briefly to lean down and lick the sweat drop off her left breast. "I'm going to enjoy licking your body up and down, Amara. I'm going to memorize the taste of you. I'm going to love making you cum with just my tongue." She went to say something and he thrust into her heartily, effectively shutting her up.
Let me lick you up and down till you say stop
Let me play with your body, baby, make you feel hot
Let me do all the things you want me to do
'Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you
He was thrusting for all he was worth, ignoring her song and determined to take care of her and himself at the same time. He found a sweet spot and started thrusting like a madman. She broke off her song in favor of screaming her pleasure. She was moaning, the song took on a life of its own without her to guide the energy. He pushed into her forcefully and kept pushing until her body broke open in light and sound. He smiled at her completion and released himself into her. She glowed even brighter as she arched like a bowstring, taut and accepting. He kept pumping into her, emptying his seed fully. When he had no more to give her, he lay back on the bed and panted for air.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there, simply breathing in and out, when a body landed on top of his. She was panting as well, sweaty and perfect as she cuddled against him. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her shivering form.
"That was… Th-that… um…"
"I know, my lovely one," he said softly, kissing her forehead and pulling her closer. She looked up at him, eyes large and vulnerable. He smiled down at her gently, stroking her hair and kissing her tenderly.
"I would never hurt you, Bliss. I can feel your fear and it wounds me. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm yours. I've been yours from the moment you were born. I didn't come here to hurt you or betray you. I'm not like the men you grew up with. I enjoyed our time together, believe me, I did. But if we never did it again, I would still be your loyal mate."
"I j-just… The men on Sabra 6 were animals! They took pleasure in-"
"Did I hurt you, Bliss?" he looked at her seriously, then smiled charmingly when she shook her head. "Did I damage you physically or psychologically?" He used his nose to trace her sweaty brow. "Or did I pleasure you to the point of distraction? Did I give you ultimate satisfaction tonight?" He kissed the underside of her chin. Then he did it again. And again. Soon they were kissing each other passionately, his body pulsing inside of hers where they'd never separated properly. Before things could progress farther, the door chime sounded. Ama had just enough time to cover them with a silken sheet (where had she gotten silk sheets?) before the door opened and her mother came in looking bewildered and overwhelmed.
"Amara, sweetheart, your father wants to talk to you. Deep Space Nine is-"
"Oh God! What happened now? Did the Dominion attack the station again?" she gasped in shock, trying to disengage from her husband.
"No, it's nothing like that, Amara. In fact, it's just the opposite. The station is completely fixed and reinforced like it's never been before. Your father says that he's never seen anything like it. The station just started repairing itself out of the blue last night. Whatever you did, it affected Bajor too. The crops are growing like crazy and the land that was deemed irreparable is mending itself at an unprecedented rate. I've never-"
"She's a Khaleesi," Tyr said as if it were obvious. "She's a Khaleesi who's just mated. Of course there's going to be repercussions. The whole sector should be experiencing the effects of her mating by now." He kissed her temple and settled her more firmly on his dick.
"I… take it that you two want more time alone together?" Keiko smiled at her daughter's blush. She excused herself from the room and put in a code so that the children couldn't disturb them.
"Well. Now that we're alone…" the Nietzschean leaned in and kissed his woman firmly on the mouth. When the kiss got a bit too intense, Ama backed off, moaning when his penis pulsed inside of her.
"Wait a minute, we just finished-"
"Nietzscheans have quick recovery time. It's needed to please our women. Are you ready for another round?" he asked persuasively, bouncing her on him.
"Tyr, that was my first time! I," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sensations he was causing in her with that marvelous… heaven-inducing… scrumptious…
He rocked against her and she forgot her reservations. All she wanted was to feel his fire inside of her again. Ama reached out and pulled him to her, kissing him desperately. Tyr chuckled at her antics, taking control of the kiss easily. The two loved through the morning and into the afternoon, when she fainted from their exertions.
"I could wake you for more, couldn't I?" he asked her sleeping form. She grumbled something and moved against the bed sleepily. He smiled at the display and settled himself against her in the bed. Even in sleep, she snuggled against him, wrapping herself around him like a blanket. He was further charmed by her unconscious actions, and rewarded her by wrapping himself around her and kissing her forehead. She settled instantly, her whole body going limp and pliant against him. Tiredly, he pulled out of her submissive body before pulling the blankets over the two of them and settling down to rest. He wasn't nearly as tired as she was, but he could use some rest, and his woman could use his protection while she recovered.
He came out of the bedroom a few hours later, bored of sleeping. Nietzscheans only needed three hours of sleep a day for everyday function. It had already been four.
"You humans spend a lot of time sleeping. Amara has developed some bad habits from you."
"Well, you have kept her up for most of the night and the morning. It's no wonder she needs time to recover." Keiko continued to make her family dinner, the Ongulean stew percolating on the stove.
"Our exertions-"
"-were more than she was used to. Little Ama has spent her life terrified of… reproduction," the mother said quietly as her children played in the other room. "She was taught, through horrible experiences, not to trust men in that way. You… You really don't understand what you've done, do you? She trusted you, Tyr. She trusted you with so much more than just her body."
"I understand that, mother," he smiled with her jerk of surprise. "But I won't give her up, especially now. Now, is Deep Space Nine demanding her immediate return?"
"They wanted her this morning, but I forbade it. Commander Sisko is sending a module to pick you up in an hour. Just enough time to get you both fed. So… if you'll wake my little one up and get her ready to go…" He didn't wait for further instructions, going for his new wife. The girl was sleeping just as he'd left her, curled tightly into the sheets and trembling. He went to her immediately, noting that her trembling slowed as he approached. He'd have to keep that in mind now that they were coupled.
"Hello, little one," he smiled down at his woman. She yawned and stretched, sitting up and covering herself modestly. "Are you hungry?" He laughed when she hid under the covers completely. "Hungry for food, Bliss. Mother's made stew and you've been recalled to the station. A module will be here to pick us up in an hour. It's time to shower, dress, and eat. Are you ready?" The girl yawned again and wrapped the sheets around her completely before heading to the shower. She jumped when she turned around and noticed that he was following her.
"Wh-what?"
"I'm waiting for you to acknowledge me, Bliss." He placed a hand over her desperate grip on her sheet. "Our mingled scent is extremely intoxicating to me, Bliss. You have yet to acknowledge it. Or me." She looked extremely bashful at being called out in such a manner.
"I… I just… I need to get clean right now. I didn't think-"
No, you didn't. But I forgive you. We'll shower together." She backed away, but he didn't let her get too far. "I won't take you there. Your body needs time to recover from our time together. Though, less than you seem to think. It's hard to think straight with our scent in the air. Let us… 'get clean' as you so nicely put it, love." He pulled her sheet off of her, catching her when she stumbled. It turned out that his idea of 'getting clean' was an erotic wipe down and massage. She actually came under his ministrations, even though they were supposed to be in a hurry.
"My sensitive angel," he whispered in her ear as she quaked in his arms. "Would you care for another-"
"The stew's getting cold you two," Keiko called from outside the bathroom door. "We're in a time crunch here."
"We'll be right out, mom," the girl shouted to be heard over the sonic shower. If it were possible for her to turn beet red, she would have.
"Perhaps another time," Tyr said softly, chuckling at her discomfort. He finished cleaning her and himself in the shower. They were out of their room, fully dressed in five minutes.
"So… how's the stew?" the young mother asked her daughter.
"It's… It's good. I'm a little overwhelmed by the… flavors," both women knew they weren't talking about the food. But Molly and Kirayoshi were slurping away at their bowls.
"I'm sure you'll get used to them. Given time," the wise mother smiled, placing a reassuring hand over her oldest child's. Ama dug into her food without another word, happy that her mother at least understood. How her father was going to react to this latest development…
The door chime went off just as they were finishing up dinner. Ama ran to answer it and was shocked to see a mob of people outside the door. The Bajorans were gathered as if for one of their religious ceremonies. In fact, some were on their knees praying. The soft glow around her extinguished under her sudden fear.
"Dear lady, please don't stop glowing," one of the by-standers said. "We're only here to share in your happiness. For surely, you've been guided here by the Prophets."
"The Prophets?" Ama blinked. "Look, I need to report back to Deep Space Nine. The module will be here to pick me up any minute, so…"
"You don't need to go anywhere," the man who'd spoken before, the apparent spokesperson for the group, said with a laugh. "My four year old daughter had a limp, the result of a Cardassian raid during the occupation. She was trampled; she's lucky just to be alive. Today she's walking normally. All thanks to you. Stay with us. We can protect you better than the station can." She backed away from the people and into her husband's arms.
"You're scaring my wife. Please disperse," Tyr shouted into the crowd. Commander Sisko broke through the crowd as people started to back away. Then Kai Winn came through and made the situation worse.
"Commander, you can't possibly expect the girl to return to that cold, unfeeling station after the service she's done for Bajor! She's… She's been blessed by the Prophets. She's been given miracles to perform! She must remain on Bajor where she can be properly protected by her citizens."
"Kai, I don't know what you're talking about," Sisko said angrily. "But Doctor Wachinski is a member of Starfleet and a member of my crew. She belongs on Deep Space Nine where she can continue to perform her duties-"
"Her duties are to Bajor, don't you see that? The girl glows for us! She glows for-"
"She glows for me," Tyr growled angrily, sick of his woman trembling before this inferior specimen. "Amara glows for me and me alone. Your planet, the station, they simply received the benefits of my presence. Location doesn't matter. But the glow is gone, driven away from her by your greed."
"Greed?" Winn gasped. "How dare you-"
"I sense avarice in you, woman," the Nietzschean said furiously. "Avarice and ambition. Both are things that a Khaleesi cannot exist around. Her glow will extinguish permanently and she will die if she remains here."
"She's a full grown woman. Let her speak for herself," the Kai said suddenly. "Surely you understand your responsibility to Bajor, child?"
Ama looked around at all the people assembled and her will to glow dimmed further. "I'm simply a Starfleet officer and I've been ordered back to my post on DS9. Please excuse me, I have packing to do." She went back into the house to grab her things. The dullness in her tone shamed most of the crowd into dispersing. The Kai, however, wasn't ready to admit defeat. She waited until the timid woman was hugging her family goodbye on the threshold and seized her forcefully by the ear. The moment she went to squeeze, however, a flash of light threw the evil woman across the yard.
"I don't want to be here anymore. Not even for my family. Leave me alone," she yelled, and the Kai suddenly found it hard to breathe. Everyone did. Tyr kissed his woman hard on the lips and Ama calmed immediately. A weak glow could be seen around her as she smiled for her man.
"Let's go back to the station. What do you say?" She smiled broadly for him and the glow increased. He took her hand and kissed it before taking their things off of her. She grinned shyly and smiled up at him as the two went to the Commander.
"R-ready to disembark, Commander," Ama said breathlessly. She was still shooting shy glances at the man at her side and Sisko had to wonder just how the Chief was going to react to that. Still, it was making the doctor happy and apparently her happiness was the key to what had happened on the station yesterday and today. Imagine, a station impervious to battle damage. A fleet impervious to battle damage!
"And all that can change with one careless word," Tyr said knowingly, seeming to have read the Commander's thoughts. "Believe me, we've considered Khaleesi as battle assets before. They're too unreliable in combat."
"Commander?" Amara asked in alarm, her glow dimming.
"It's nothing, Doctor. Simply reviewing tactical strategies with your husband. Would you like to talk about marrying him officially?"
"Yes!" she said happily and the glow around her was almost blinding. It dimmed slightly and she spoke again. "Daddy would never allow it, though. He doesn't really like Tyr."
"Well, I think between the two of us, we could change his mind. They only met briefly after all. Three to beam up."
"You would help me?" she said doubtfully as the three were teleported aboard the ship.
"Anything to keep you happily glowing," the Commander smiled, then laughed when she threw herself into his arms. "Ensign. Take us out. All ahead full to DS9."
"Commander, we're receiving an urgent hail from the provincial government. Two Bajoran cruisers are closing on our position."
"Shields up. Answer their hail, Ensign Blake."
"This is Governess Ophiah of the Provincial Government. You are to return Doctor Wachinski to the surface immediately. Bajor needs her."
"Needs me for what?" Ama asked desperately "I don't want to be here anymore! Bajor has plenty of good doctors. Can't you just-"
"I'm sorry, but your special abilities make you too valuable an asset to risk on the space station."
"So I'm to be your slave instead," she said, her glow gone now.
"Of course not, girl. You're to be our honored guest, our-"
"Your slave!" she shouted. "I don't want to be here. And I don't heal when I'm unhappy!"
"Marsha, please. Consider the possibilities. We could reshape Bajor in-"
"I don't want to be here!" she shouted angrily, beginning to cry. "I don't want to be a slave here. I'm a Starfleet officer and I want to go home!"
"Just give it a chance," the governess tried again, but the girl started crying harder.
"Governess, you have her answer. And Starfleet does not condone slavery," Commander Sisko stepped in when his medical officer didn't respond to the governess' entreaties. "Marsha is registered as a member of the United Federation of Planets. She has an extraordinary talent, but she very obviously does not want to share it with you under these circumstances. Kai Winn attempted to convince her to stay and she turned the offer down flat. She wants to go back to her post on Deep Space Nine."
"You can't guarantee her safety there, Commander!"
"And you can't guarantee her happiness here, governess! Now, the doctor has made her will known. Are you willing to threaten our alliance over this?"
"Commander, the girl is-"
"I don't want to be here anymore," she sobbed. "I hate Bajor and I don't want to be here!"
Tyr held her close and glared at the screen. "You've just lost her support and power, Governess. As you may well imagine, Khaleesi share their goodwill with whom they see fit. Your refusal to allow her to come and go as she pleases has just lost you her goodwill. Any further displays of her power will go around Bajor to other planets. Khaleesi are very fragile creatures. Their gifts are dependent on their moods. And Amara has just made up her mind about you. Now, it would be in your best interest to let her go before her unhappiness turns to misery. We all know what her misery results in."
"But I-"
"Now!" The cruisers backed off as one without permission and the module vectored away from the planet.
"Have a good day, governess," Sisko said smugly, before cutting the transmission.
Most of the trip back to DS9 was filled with her quiet sobbing and Tyr comforting her. Sisko was torn between ordering the ship to speed up to avoid her melancholy and slowing down to spare her the embarrassment of coming on the station miserable.
"Trapped," she finally said something. "I'm trapped now," she continued.
"How are you trapped, my love?" Tyr asked, wiping her face yet again when she continued crying.
"No one will let me go!" she sniffled gloomily. "What if I want another posting? What if I decide that I don't want to work for Starfleet anymore?"
"If you wanted another posting, then you would have it," the Commander said forcefully, tired of her woe. "If you decided to quit Starfleet, well, we wouldn't be happy about it, but it's your life, doctor. We couldn't stop you."
"You mean you wouldn't-"
"I mean, that either way, you are free to live your life, Amara. We are not Bajor. You're a citizen of the Federation and you will be treated accordingly. No special privileges, no special treatment. You're simply one of us." He noticed that as he reassured her, her glow returned. Breathing a sigh of relief that the girl was still an ally, he continued his reassurances.
So, what do you think about the race Khaleesi? I tried to include as much information about them without bogging down the narrative. And Kai Winn... I hated that woman from her first on-screen appearance. I can't stand her! It was fun getting back at her a little.
Marsha and Tyr are officially a couple now, but as it's been hinted, they need to get through Papa O'Brien. Tune in next time to see how that plays out! ^_^
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