Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. Fair warning, people: this chapter pushes the boundaries of T. You have been warned. If you don't like it, you might as well abandon this story, because it only gets worse from here on in.

"So, what did you think of Bilby?"

Gelnon turned to Raimus and smiled. "Like I said, he seems capable enough. A little on the shy side, maybe, but capable."

His thoughts turned to the woman, with her long dark hair and black eyes that glittered when she moved...

"The woman in the back...you called her Lilith?"

Raimus smiled knowingly. "Interested?"

Gelnon nodded. "Yes, I find her...intriguing."

The Farian laughed. "I'll see if I can arrange a meeting. She is beautiful, isn't she?"

The Vorta glanced at him incredulously. "I wouldn't know about that, would I?"

Raimus frowned. "Do Vorta...?"

At a glance from Gelnon, he fell silent and nodded. "Right...don't ask."

The Vorta smiled. "That would be wise. Now, I do believe we have other business we must attend to."

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"They say you can tell a traitor by looking in his eyes," Gelnon said, moving within inches of Bilby's face. "Do you think that's true, Bilby?"

"I wouldn't know," the human responded. Lilith could tell he was innocent of whatever crime Raimus was trying to sniff out.

Gelnon moved on to the next in line, a Farian with a long, thin mustache. In the meantime, Bilby asked his boss what was going on, but he was cut off after two sentences.

"If you ask me, none of them look particularly trustworthy," the Vorta said with a frown. He moved on to the frightened human, Connolly. Lilith could tell that he wasn't who he said he was, but she really didn't care either. Her only concern was the Vorta, who moved on to the man beside her.

She could smell him three people away, and he smelled...irresistible. A strange mix that reminded her of mulled spices from old Mesopotamia with a hint of woodsmoke poured off of him in waves, and she breathed in deeply. He stepped in front of her and stared into her eyes, and she had to restrain herself from laughing.

He was so close...barely inches from her. In fact, a step and a simple tilt of the head and she could kiss him...

Before he had a chance to move on, she initiated the bond. She was pleased to see his slight twitch as the foreign shock ran through him, but she was displeased when he shook it off lightly. This one was strong...very strong...and she would have to be ruthless to get what she wanted.

…

After the meeting with Bilby, those gathered dissipated quickly, but she stayed. She had a feeling that even though Gelnon was starting to get suspicious about her, he was just, if not more intrigued about her than he was before. He spoke softly to Raimus with a glance at her, then approached her carefully.

"Come with me."

She obeyed with a kind smile and soon he was leading her down a corridor on a Jem'Hadar vessel. There was a nebula not far from Farius that she knew got lots of traffic, and it seemed the perfect place for a Dominion ship to hide.

He gestured for her to enter a door, and she walked into a sparse room with a simple bed and a console. She assumed these were his quarters since they were very much like Yulgren's.

As soon as the door was closed, he twisted her around and glared at her.

"I suggest that you tell me what you're up to, Lilith," he said testily.

She couldn't answer for a moment as his delectable scent overwhelmed her, but she gathered her wits and smiled.

"What are you talking about?"

"I hardly find it normal for a shock to run through someone at a human female's glance. That strikes me as highly unusual."

"I agree, but that doesn't answer my question."

With strength she didn't expect from him, he pinned her to the nearest wall and leaned in close.

"Stop playing games with me, Lilith."

She decided to drop the act and start working on him.

"Gelnon?"

He raised an eyebrow in response.

"I wouldn't lean this close to me if I were you."

She was pleased to see he didn't budge. "And why is that?"

"It makes it easier for me to do this."

Before he could back away, she grabbed the front of his tunic and kissed him, hard and passionately. He gasped as intense pleasure flooded him, but he shoved away from her and put up his guard.

She panted for breath and stared at him with a malicious grin on her face, then she came forward and started to circle him.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, determined not to give in to the suggestions that were starting to nag him.

She grinned, and her teeth seemed very sharp for a human female. They looked more like they belonged to a Klingon...

"I'll explain my reasons later. But first, you need to see where you stand in this matter."

The suggestions became stronger, and he tried his hardest to block them out. They spoke of behavior unbecoming a Vorta, behavior that mere humanoids engaged in, and he had no desire to experience it.

She reached for his ear, but he grabbed her hand and shoved it away. She wobbled a bit, then tried a second time. Again, he parried the attack easily and even tossed her to the floor. He grinned when she stayed there on all fours, perhaps irritated that he was putting up such a good fight, or maybe she was weaker than he thought.

He walked over to her and knelt down on one knee to regard her and gloat, but as he reached out to touch her shoulder, she whipped around and pinned him to the floor. She leaned in very close and grinned, and he caught another glimpse of sharp, gleaming white teeth.

She laughed and stroked his face, and though he tried to resist, he found he was immobile.

"It's so much fun when they think they can win, Gelnon. Now listen carefully. If you disobey me or try to resist me again, you will feel this."

He cried out as his body seemed to be flooded with fire, and he writhed as the pain intensified. A single tear trickled down his cheek as the unbearable agony continued. It didn't stop for a full minute, and when it did, it left him gasping for breath.

She kissed away the tear and gently caressed his cheek with her thumb. "I hate to do that to you, but you needed to see. However, you don't have to feel that ever again. You could feel this instead..."

Softly, gently, she began to stroke and massage his ear. He gasped as unbidden pleasure gripped him; it nearly drove him insane when she lightly traced the edge of his ear and ran her finger up the back. He tried to breathe evenly, but his breaths came in short, rapid bursts and refused to steady. He closed his eyes and tried to regain his composure, to no avail.

She chuckled. "Oh, Gelnon, you poor thing...your reaction to that was priceless," she murmured as she stopped.

He glared at her in defiance. "Stop this, now."

She laughed gleefully and massaged his ear again, harder this time. He closed his eyes and made to pry her hand away from him, but she pinned it down with a simple telepathic command. She leaned forward to whisper in his other ear.

"Don't fight it, Gelnon...it's much more pleasant when you give in, when you relish what I'm giving you. Or would you rather feel that pain again?"

She stopped her caresses and filled him with blinding agony, and he nearly screamed. She laughed in satisfaction, but she knew he wasn't broken yet. Once she stopped two minutes later, she kissed him until he was breathless, and she swore she almost heard a whimper.

She chuckled. "Ready to give up?"

His eyes were closed against the onrush of conflicting emotions. Her kiss had been rough, possessive...enticing. He had never known how pleasurable it was to have a woman caress his lips with her own, or to have gentle, soft fingers stroke his ears. Part of him wanted more, but most of him was disgusted with himself and with her.

He scowled at her. "Get off of me," he hissed, "before I call the Jem'Hadar in here."

Lilith laughed. "Always crying to the better warriors, are we? They won't hear you...in fact, they've forgotten all about you until I release you. But you're too much fun to let go...and your smell is intoxicating..."

She leaned forward and breathed in the scent of his hair, then glanced at him with hazy eyes.

"It's been too long...you remind me of home somehow, and let me tell you, no one has a scent like yours..."

She inhaled him again, then groaned and moved on to a sensitive area she knew was behind his ear. She caressed it with her lips and tongue, and Gelnon couldn't suppress a moan.

"You like it, don't you?" she whispered seductively. "I'll do it again, but you have to ask."

He stared at her with fire in his eyes, and he seemed on the verge of asking before he stopped.

"No."

She grinned. "You are a tough nut to crack, aren't you? All the others were moaning in ecstasy at this point. But then, you haven't seen what I can really do..."

Lilith tore open his shirt and ran a long, sharp fingernail down his pale, creamy chest. His blood bloomed out of the cut like a flower, and she licked the length of it. He gasped, and she could see his knuckles turn white as he clenched his fists. She placed her mouth over the wound and sucked.

An explosion of flavor burst in her mouth as she imbibed the hot, sweet liquid. She moaned loudly in ecstasy as she lowered her head for another taste, and she could feel his chest heave under her lips.

"Stop this now...stop it," he moaned weakly.

She immediately ceased and stared at him. "My, my, you are much stronger than I initially thought. But I can tell you can't hold out against me."

She pressed against him and swallowed another mouthful of his luscious blood, and she felt him convulse in pleasure. She lightly planted a trail of kisses up his chest to his neck, and her lips found that sensitive area again. He let another moan escape his lips, and she was pleased to hear it sounded more desperate than his last.

She chuckled as she lightly teased his lips again. "Already, you're beginning to bend...this shouldn't take long..."

Again, she ran her tongue over the cut, and a small cry escaped his lips.

"Now...do you want me to keep going?"

He panted for breath as he considered an answer. His body was crying out for more, for everything she had to give...but his mind was more firm on his job. A small part of him kept grip on reality, and he gathered all his strength.

"No...let me go," he insisted. It was if that answer had taken all his energy, because once he said it, he closed his eyes and waited for a response. If she didn't release him now, there would be no more resistance.

But to his surprise, she stood up and offered him a hand. "I'm not easily impressed, Gelnon, but you've managed to do just that. You have stout mental might, I'll give that to you. But..."

He stared at her and caught his breath as she grinned malevolently. "You won't be gone long. And when you do come back...you'll have to prove your worth to me again. It'll only get harder the second time around: I've seen great men refuse me once, but no one has ever refused me twice."

She gathered his partially ripped shirt in her hand and jerked him forward so that he was inches from her face. She stared into his light purple eyes, and smiled when she realized he was too weak to resist the bond this time.

Once she initiated it, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and shoved him back.

"Now, if you have nothing further to say to me, I'll be on my way. When you need me...room 2a77 at the Karalus Hostel down by the docks."

She winked. "I'll be waiting."

Dismissed, he stumbled backward toward the door and his eyes never left hers. Only when he felt the door with his frantically searching hand did he turn away and hurry out of his quarters. Once outside, he leaned against a wall and sank to the bottom, exhausted. Somehow, he knew she was gone, but he needed to compose himself before he could stand up and return to duty.

He glanced down at his torn clothing, but thankfully his green tunic hid most of the damage, and one would have to look very close to notice the ripped plaid shirt underneath. He breathed in and stood up, straightening himself as he went. He strode down the corridor past the Jem'Hadar guard. The soldier didn't say a word, and didn't seem to notice that Gelnon was uneasy. Most of the time, his men were keen on his emotions and acted accordingly around him. When he was uneasy (which was very rare), he preferred his men to display their strength, to assure him of the Dominion's strength as well. But this soldier, Hemaktilan if he recalled correctly, did little to reassure him. The usual surge of pride was missing as the Vorta stared at him, and he hurried away down the corridor toward the bridge, ready to throw himself into his work and forget his tormentor, who called herself Lilith.

…

He hurried down the hallway to her room in desperation, panting in his need for her. Once at her door, he knocked and leaned heavily on the frame, waiting urgently for her to answer.

The door opened and she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Hello again, Gelnon. Is there something you need?"

"You know perfectly well what I need," he growled back, taking a hasty step toward her. She laughed and pulled him inside.

"I see you're finally feeling the effects of the bond," she whispered to him, running a sly finger down his spine. He trembled at her touch, and his already ragged breathing became even more frenzied.

She leaned in close and regarded his pale lips with satisfaction. It took everything in his fading willpower to stand his ground and not claim her lips for his own, to smother her in his rising passion. His heart throbbed in want of her touch, and heat grew between his legs every second she stood there and did nothing.

It was as if she could read his mind when she laughed at him. "I love seeing you Vorta so vulnerable and helpless to the slightest touch of my hand," she whispered to him as her finger teased the back of his neck, causing him to shiver in anticipation.

"Yes...I hear Vorta like to play games. Is that true, Gelnon?"

He nodded, not sure where she was going with that statement.

"Let's play one now, shall we? I mentioned earlier that you would have to prove your worth again. You resisted for, what, a good twenty minutes? Let's see how you handle thirty without my touch."

She sat back on the edge of her bed, leaning back on the palms of her hands and crossing her thin legs. He stood before her, itching for her kiss, hungry for her nails to pierce his skin again and let his life essence bleed. His one burning desire was for her to drink his blood, to let him experience that ecstasy that had thrilled him before. For ten minutes he stood there in the throws of desire, starving for her and remaining unsatisfied. He fell to his knees.

"You are strong," she remarked with surprise. "Many would have been in tears by now. You continue to impress me, love."

He groaned at the sound of her voice, at that wonderful, sweet name that she had called him. If she had kept talking, his agony might have been lessened by the soothing sound, but she remained silent after that comment.

For another five minutes, he managed to stay upright on his knees, but his desperation was beginning to overwhelm him, and he collapsed down onto all fours, breathing heavily.

"Lilith, please..." he pleaded, longing for a simple touch on his shoulder as small relief from this torture.

"Halfway there. You're doing well."

He sighed in satisfaction as the sound of her voice abated his torment for a few moments, but it returned full force when she fell silent again.

She watched him gleefully for the remainder of the time. Like a stallion broken of its pride, the Vorta knelt humbly before her, softly pleading for release. When his time was up, she smiled.

"All right, love, you've proven your worth. Come here."

He took her in his arms and hungrily devoured her lips, clutching at her as if she might fade into smoke at any second. She chuckled through his savage kiss and urged him on. Like Borath, Gelnon caught on quickly to what she wanted, and soon she was moaning in pleasure.

She laid back on the bed and invited him to lay with her, and he straddled her quickly and covered her lips in a fierce and fiery kiss.

"Please, Lilith..." he murmured as he caressed her. "Drink from me...I need it..."

He pulled away and she gave him a knowing look. "Remove my shirt and I will."

She was impressed that he was still collected enough not to simply rip her top off of her like most would have in his place. His deft Vorta fingers made quick work of the buttons, and once the top was lying crumpled on the floor, she switched places with him. She leaned down and cut a small incision on his neck.

Hot, thick, sweet, spicy blood trickled down her throat when she lowered her head and drank, and she groaned loudly in satisfaction.

"Oh, my love..." she gasped, almost at a loss for words. "Oh, my dear Gelnon, you taste so..."

She moaned again and indulged herself, occasionally letting her hand stray to his ear to give him an extra burst of pleasure. He writhed deliriously under her touch, and although she would have loved to have drunk him dry right there, she stopped about halfway to the danger line and stared at him, her eyes heavy and hazy in pure bliss.

"You taste...amazing," she managed to gasp after composing herself. He looked just as lost in bliss as she, with his eyes closed and his mouth open as he took several deep breaths.

She tore off his vest and shirt and tossed them aside, exposing his luxuriously smooth skin to the dim light of the room. Lilith ran her hands over him, and he seemed to enjoy it by the sound of his moans.

Her lips found the sensitive spot behind his ear, only this time he put up no resistance to the contact. He urged her on, softly murmuring to her how good it felt. She pulled away and grinned at him naughtily.

"Remove my pants and I'll do that again," she teased, standing on the bed once he sat up to obey. He ripped them off her and pulled her back down, and although they landed haphazardly back on the mattress, neither really cared. She fulfilled her promise, causing him to cry out. His lust was becoming overwhelming, and he didn't think he could go much longer without returning the favor to her.

She seemed to read his thoughts, and she smiled. "I am yours to do with as you please, love," she whispered once they had switched places again. He grinned and passionately caressed her lips, and she chuckled when his tongue flicked into her mouth for a taste of her. But she gasped when he did it again, and she returned the favor when he retreated. He moaned.

"Lilith..." he whispered huskily as he moved on to the hollow of her throat. He breathed her in and was surprised that her scent was very pleasing. She paused and regarded him with surprise as none of the other Vorta had done that to her. He inhaled again, letting her intoxicating scent wash over him and consume his senses. She smelled of apples and roses, and cool stone. They were foreign aromas to him, but they aroused him nonetheless.

He continued his frenzied trail down her chest, fingering the edge of her bra. He glanced at her and she nodded in approval. It soon joined the growing pile of clothes, and Lilith reared back her head and panted desperately as his lips caressed her.

"Gelnon..." It was her turn to plead, and plead she did, begging for more. He tried to satiate his lust as he continued down her body, but the feverish hunger did not leave him. It longed for something, one of the suggestions that had plagued him earlier.

When his lips found a certain spot on her body, she laughed wildly, and her entire body broke out into a cold sweat.

"Yes..." she growled. "yes...Gelnon." Tight in the grip of delirium, her vocal chords refused to respond. All she could do was pant, but he knew she wanted more, and he obliged her.

After several minutes of that, she pulled him back up for a feverish kiss, and as her lust increased exponentially, her hand unzipped his pants.

"Take them off," she moaned. She allowed him time to kick them off, but then trapped him again in her lusty kiss. Her fingers found their way underneath the band of his undergarments, and he gasped in ecstasy when she found what she was looking for. His entire body twitched and he involuntarily bit her lip.

"Mmm," she chuckled. "That actually felt good..."

He couldn't respond as she went to work, and she read his thoughts and obeyed his desires, and she pulled back from the kiss to observe his reactions with glee.

She could feel his want grow as she continued, and when it seemed he couldn't take much more, she leaned forward and whispered,

"It's time."

She withdrew her hand and laid languidly back on the pillow. "You might as well take that off too."

He obeyed and tore off his clothing, and for a moment, he stopped and regarded his lover's naked form. Although his lack of aesthetics prevented him from seeing its beauty, it still gave him immense pleasure to let his eyes roam over her bare skin.

But he could not ignore his desires any longer, and neither could she. Quicker than they both could think, he gave in to his lust.

She leaned back and screamed his name, and possibly other names, but he was too absorbed in the experience to even regard what she was saying. He felt her claw desperately at him, and he leaned forward and kissed her as he continued feeding his desire. Harder and harder he drove her, and in doing so he nearly drove himself to insanity. He was sure no other Vorta had ever experienced this height of bliss that he felt in that moment when he could go no further, not even Weyoun, who was fascinated with mating rituals.

It was his turn to howl her name, and he might have called out to his forgotten gods in the heat of the moment for lack of anything else to say. His mind was a whirlwind of passion and pleasure and heat and insanity, and he was past caring what his lips uttered as he climaxed.

As the heat finally spiraled down and the sweat that covered his naked body began to cool, he looked down at her, panting for breath. She pulled him close and kissed him passionately, her cheeks glowing in the light of what had just happened.

She let him lie beside her, but she was surprised that he wasn't exhausted by the act. He seemed a little tired, but she smiled as she realized Vorta had a lot of stamina. She grinned at him and leaned in close.

"That felt amazing..." she moaned softly. He nodded.

"I must admit, I never knew an experience could be so...fulfilling," he said, turning to her. He lightly kissed her lips and gathered her in his arms.

"Mmm, my love...I am yours..."

She trailed a lazy finger down his ear, which was becoming her habit when dealing with Vorta males. "And I am yours. Now, tomorrow, for as long as you'll have me."

He smiled, unaware that she was lying through her teeth. She was fully aware that she would tire of him within a month and move on to a new challenge, but she didn't want to kill him like she had killed the others. Gelnon felt so much less disposable to her than Yulgren or Borath. Perhaps it was the delightful challenge he had posed to her. Perhaps it was the intoxicating taste of his blood, the likes of which she had never seen before, even amongst Vorta. But despite her growing attachment to him, she knew eventually she would have to be rid of him, one way or another.

However, for the present, she simply stroked his ears and basked in afterglow, her eyes growing heavy with sleep.