Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
"It's time, Deyos."
He took a deep breath and prepared himself for what she was about to do. He had been bound to her for three days until he could arrange a transport back to the wormhole. Last night, she had described to him in detail the kind of pain he would go through so that he could be free.
But he was willing to bear it, to be free of her and her intoxicating bloodlust. It disturbed him, and all he wanted now was to go back to his job.
"Ready?"
He nodded, and she closed her eyes and mouthed something.
Fire ripped through his abdomen, and he doubled over in pain. He could hear her whisper continuously, a terrible chant that was ripping his insides apart. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, and a tear streamed down his cheek.
Finally, the pain stopped and he stood up straight. He felt a hand lift his chin and he glanced up at her.
Nothing had changed about her, but he was relieved to find he didn't feel the burning need for her that had tormented him these last few days. He was free.
She stroked his cheek gently. "Does this affect you in any way, Deyos?"
He shook his head, and she smiled.
"Good. I would hate to have to do that to you a second time. Goodbye, love. It was nice while it lasted."
Once she was aboard the Jem'Hadar fighter, she smiled to herself. Deyos was weak, and although his blood was delectable, she knew now that there were others out there like him, but stronger, fiercer...livelier. Deyos didn't know it, but he had just opened brand new doors for her.
And already she felt hungry.
…
It took months of work before she could return to the Gamma Quadrant. She had to draw on all her knowledge and erase countless memories to remain undetected. Now she was flying in a shuttle, laughing as long-range sensors picked up a Jem'Hadar fighter on an intercept course.
She closed her eyes and prepared herself. She was the lone survivor (that she knew of) from the USS Victory, which had been destroyed a week ago. She had been adrift ever since, and her engines were failing.
Yes, that would do nicely. The Jem'Hadar would not hesitate to take her prisoner, and she was certain she would meet another Vorta on the ship. She had been waiting so long for another taste...
She breathed in and engaged the shutdown sequence, and the pre-programmed sequence made short work of weapons, shields, and engines. She truly was adrift, and soon she would be resting comfortably in a Dominion holding cell, ready to start working on their Vorta.
She leaned back and stretched out her mind toward the incoming vessel. Her mind touched the hull, then slipped inside to the command center. A male Vorta was looking through a personal headset, and she smiled as she examined him. He was handsome, and young, and she could nearly taste his delicious blood.
She opened her eyes, bringing her back to the shuttle. She sent out a broad-band signal, indicating that she would surrender peacefully. The Dominion vessel stopped in front of her and she was boarded by Jem'Hadar. She didn't resist, and soon she was sitting in a holding cell, staring at the male Vorta.
Her dark eyes twinkled as he examined her. Long, dark hair tumbled in waves down her back, and dark eyes to match it stared intently at him. She was unlike any Starfleet personnel he had ever met, but even so, she looked terrified as she looked him over, and he smiled.
"Don't worry. You surrendered to us, and as long as you do what we want, we won't hurt you."
He came a little closer, and she shrunk away. He laughed.
"What's your name, human?"
"Ensign Hernandez."
"I mean your first name, Ms. Hernandez."
Her eyes widened. "Lilith."
"Lilith," he repeated. "Lovely name. I am Borath, and if you need anything, just ask."
She drew her knees up to her chest, but nodded. "Ok."
He walked up to her so that he towered above her, and he carefully lifted her chin. Her dark eyes found his pale purple ones, and he felt a shock run through him. For a second he was distracted, but he shook it off and caressed her chin.
"We'll see each other again tomorrow. Until then...Lilith."
He turned and swiftly strode out the door. Once the room was empty again, she grinned. Already, he would feel her influence. He wouldn't turn as easily as Deyos, but the other Vorta was unguarded, relaxed when she initiated the bond. Borath was much more cautious, but nevertheless...he would soon be hers.
"Until tomorrow...love."
…
He lay on his back, deep in dreamless sleep. One arm was resting casually across his chest, and his breathing was steady and soft.
He moved a little as he felt a cold current brush his arm, and the arm slipped off his chest to his side. He turned his head to the right and shifted a little again, then was still.
The cold current returned and coiled around him like a snake, raising goosebumps and hair as it twisted around his sleeping form.
"Borath..."
The sound of his whispered name resounded through his sleep, and he started to dream.
He was back in the holding cell with Lilith, and she was smiling up at him. She stood and wrapped her arms around him.
"Borath, my love..." he heard her whisper.
Chills ran down his body and he moaned a little in his sleep.
He breathed in sharply as her lips pressed fiercely against his, and the kiss quickly deepened. He had never kissed a woman before, but he somehow knew what to do...
"Come to me," she called, and suddenly she wasn't in his arms anymore. He felt a loss at her absence, like a piece of him was missing.
"Lilith?" he called out softly.
"Borath..." His name was whispered again.
He jerked awake and shot up into a sitting position. His skin was crawling in the strangest sensation, like an itch but not. He rubbed his arms and laid back down, trying to calm his heavy breathing.
As he examined the dream, the sheer intensity of it flooded him. It had felt so real, as if he were really holding her in his arms. What surprised him was how good it had felt to kiss her lips...
He shook his head of those thoughts and closed his eyes again. He would be glad when she was off his ship, but that wouldn't be for another five days. They were far off from standard Dominion patrols, and it would take a while before he could drop Lilith off in an internment camp.
He drifted back to sleep again, but every now and again, he heard his name whispered...
…
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't concentrate on the daily routine like he usually could. None of the recent reports held his attention, and he felt tired and distracted. He finally grabbed the PADD with information on the prisoner and hurried toward the holding cell.
He found her lying down, asleep on the long, hard bench on the far wall. As he came closer, he noticed her clothes were drenched in sweat. Even as he realized this fact, he felt the temperature of the room slowly rise. He felt way too hot for comfort and took off his outer vest. However, that hardly helped and he had no choice but to lower the temperature of the room.
Once it had reached a comfortable level, he sighed in relief and walked up to her.
"Lilith," he said softly, shaking her shoulder. "Wake up."
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him. It was strange; he felt a shadow of the shock, the thrill he had felt when had he gazed into her eyes earlier...
"Borath..." she murmured. Gone was the timid Starfleet ensign alone in the Gamma Quadrant. She grabbed his wrist, and he winced at her grip. A human female should not be that strong.
"I thought you'd never come," she whispered, pulling him closer. He shook his head in denial at the immense pleasure he felt when his body brushed against hers. Quickly, she stood and drew him even closer, wrapping her arms around him just like in his dream.
He breathed in and moaned when she kissed his lips. "I've missed the smell of a Vorta, Borath. I've been waiting so long for this..."
She bit his lip so hard that he felt it burst, and he gasped in pain.
But the pain quickly faded when she ran her tongue over the bite mark, cleaning away any blood. Unbidden, a moan escaped his lips as she lightly sucked on his lower lip. Was this part of that ritual of kissing or...?
She looked up at him with blood red eyes and he started to understand.
"Do you want me to take more?" she asked seductively. He felt his reactions were beyond his control as he nodded in affirmation.
He let her remove his shirt, and he complied when she gently pushed him down. The freezing cold floor didn't affect his back at all, but her frenzied caresses nearly drove him insane. A quick hiss of breath escaped him as she sliced his chest with a long sharp fingernail. She brought her mouth to the cut and lightly licked it.
He opened his mouth, but no sound escaped. His mind reeled in ecstasy as her lips caressed his wound, licking and kissing it. He never knew what bliss was until this moment. Nevermind that she was drinking his blood, she could have anything she wanted, and he would give it to her, freely. All thoughts of the Founders were pushed from his mind, and replaced only with her, her pale skin, her luxuriously long hair, the feel of her lips against his.
"Lilith," he moaned as she drank in earnest. "Oh, Lilith, please..."
She stopped for a moment to consider him. "Yes, love?"
"Don't stop," he breathed. She laughed in triumph and returned to his chest. He writhed a little under her touch, and she chuckled.
"How does it feel to be physically intimate for the first time?" She continued to consume him as she ran her hands from his neck to his thighs and back again. She luxuriated in the feel of his smooth skin, the likes of which she had never felt, even from a human.
He moaned. "Lilith, it's...intoxicating," he murmured, tilting his head back and taking several deep breaths.
"You took the words right out of my mouth, love," she whispered, crawling back up so she could kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her lithe frame, and he hardly knew himself as he started to caress her back. The kiss deepened, and he flicked his tongue into her mouth for a taste of her. He groaned in pleasure when he heard her quick intake of breath.
"This is going better than I expected, Borath." She rolled onto her back and dragged the Vorta with her, so that he was on top. "Follow your instincts. Don't fight them, just enjoy the sensations they bring you."
His breathing was ragged as he dove for her neck. He followed her instructions, and whenever slight protest rose in him, he beat it back down and went harder. Up and down her body his hands went, and when he found the zipper of her uniform, he pulled it down and ripped it off her. She pulled off the undershirt for him, and her creamy, pale skin was exposed in the dim lighting of the cell. He felt a thrill run through him every time he made her moan, and although she guided his hands and lips at first, she let him be now. He no longer needed her guidance. Somehow, he could sense exactly what she wanted, and all he desired was to make her happy.
As if reading his thoughts, she laughed. "Oh, Borath, I haven't felt like this in ages. Every minute, you become more...irresistible."
He stopped what he was doing and stared at her, pure lust etched in his features.
"My, my, you did turn fast, didn't you? Oh, my love, I will enjoy you to the fullest."
She sat up and grabbed his ear to bring him forward, but she stopped when she heard a groan from him.
"Ah, I was wondering when we would come to this." She gently began to massage his ear, and he let out another groan.
"You like it, don't you?" He knew he didn't even have to answer.
"Yes," she whispered. "This feels almost as good as when I drink from you. I wonder..."
She made a small incision on the side of his neck and started to suck. She pressed his ear harder, combining her massage with light caresses.
Borath nearly yelped in pleasure as the combined forces of her feeding off of him and of her caresses overwhelmed him. A strange heat began to grow between his legs, and he heard her laugh.
"Oh no, love, we'll have time for that later. You'll enjoy it, I'm sure, but not right now. You need to return to your duties."
He sighed as the heat went away, and suddenly he was freezing.
"You need to raise the temperature, I know. I don't mind, love. I've borne worse than a hot room."
He nodded and stood up, his chest heaving. He pulled his clothes back on and turned to her. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him again.
"I'll see you again tonight?"
He smiled. "Of course, my love."
She grinned in triumph as she watched him walk from the room. He was more deeply connected to her than Deyos ever was, and his thoughts were starting to merge with hers. It was intoxicating, such a young body holding so many memories. Not nearly as many memories as she had, but many more than a human.
She could feel his thoughts turn to her more often than not as he completed his daily routine, and she laughed. Soon, he would be a slave to her will, trading one master for another.
And she had never felt more alive.