Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. This chapter dives a little into SEXUAL MATTERS. If you do not like, do not read. It wasn't heavy enough to warrant M rating in my opinion. Enjoy.
He approached her cautiously, as he couldn't tell from this distance whether or not she was asleep. She was lying still, but it may have been a trap for him. He put up his guard, but relaxed a bit when he saw she really was asleep.
He didn't feel like waking her, considering she might use his proximity as a means of trapping him. He sighed and turned to leave.
"Weyoun..." He heard her barely audible moan and immediately put up his guard, but when he turned back around, her eyes were still closed and her breathing was still soft and steady. She was talking in her sleep.
He found this fascinating, and despite the danger, he sat at her side and watched her.
"Weyoun, my love, why won't you come to me?" she whispered desperately. He tilted his head and a malicious smile formed on his lips as he observed and listened to her. Lilith, it seemed, was dreaming of him.
An idea came to him, and he reached out and gently stroked her cheek. She moaned again and leaned into his touch. Lightly, teasingly, he trailed his fingers down her face and neck, and a smile graced her lips. To his surprise, she reached up and pulled down the collar of her shirt, exposing her shoulder and part of her breast, yet he was absolutely certain she was asleep. He knew the sound of breathing when one was asleep, and if he was wrong, she was imitating that behavior perfectly.
He chuckled to himself and pulled her shirt down further, exposing her top half, now naked. He played with her skin, teasing areas he knew to be sensitive. She moaned and thrashed around a bit, but she seemed to be enjoying it.
Hardly believing his audacity, he straddled her and kissed her neck. Once her hand found his back, he knew she was awake, but he continued toying with her.
"I knew you'd come," she whispered sweetly, tracing warm circles on his back. He chuckled and kissed her neck harder, and she groaned.
"Bite me."
He stopped and furrowed his brow as her command echoed in his head. Her dark eyes bored into his and she nodded. She sat up and leaned back on her hands, and he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
She smiled seductively at him and laid back down, putting her hands behind her head.
"Why?"
"It's the first step toward that power I promised you. Besides, it feels good to me."
He shook his head at her, but obeyed, intrigued by her offer. His guard was still up though; he wasn't foolish enough to relax around her now that she was awake.
His teeth sank into the flesh of her neck, and she cried out, but not in pain. True to her word, she seemed to like it. He felt wetness and withdrew quickly, and he could see bright red blood mark where he had bit her.
She smiled at the beauty of the small line of blood that stained his pale lips. It was pleasing on Borath, but it was beautiful on Weyoun. He was like some angel of darkness, and she smiled as she took the next step.
"Now lick your lips."
He narrowed his eyes, but his tongue darted out and swiped away the blood that dotted his lower lip. He gasped as he felt the intense tingling sensation, and he stared at her incredulously.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" she purred sweetly, tracing her finger over the bite mark on her neck. His eyes followed her finger, and she caressed the skin directly below where he had bitten her.
"Why don't you take more?"
"You want me to drink your blood?" he repeated with disgust. She nodded and grinned, and he felt a slight twinge of fear and horror at the sight of her neatly sharpened, gleaming white teeth.
"Your people have poor eyesight, correct?"
He nodded, not sure where this was going.
"Just a few swallows of my blood will change that. You'll have eyes as good as those Jem'Hadar soldiers of yours."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Just try it, Weyoun. I promise that it won't hurt you, and its not like you can taste it anyway."
He thought it over, and since he could tell she wasn't lying to him, he decided to humor her. He leaned down and licked the wound clean, then pressed his mouth to it and drank a small mouthful of her blood.
Despite the assault on his sinuses, he breathed in sharply at the tingling sensation that flooded him as he swallowed more. True, he couldn't taste the blood, but it burned and tingled pleasantly in his mouth. It felt...exhilarating to drink it, and Lilith moaned as he flicked his tongue over the mark.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes...more..."
Her hand entwined itself in his hair as he pressed harder, and his mind started to lose itself in a lustful haze. He focused on the texture of her skin and feel of the blood in his mouth, the maddening burn as it trickled down his throat.
He enjoyed the feelings that flooded him, but he felt it best not to lose control, so he stopped and stared at her. Her face was clearer than it was a minute ago, and sure enough, when he looked around the cell, the walls shone out brighter to him, and the blurry haze over everything was gone. His vision had improved, as well as his sense of smell. But another sense seemed to join the others...he could sense the blood that flowed through her veins. It was akin to hearing, but it was much more...intuitive and personal than simply listening to a heartbeat. He could feel her heartbeat echo in his head, and it pleased him. It was thudding wildly in her chest, no doubt from the strange pleasure she derived from losing blood.
"Lilith?" he asked, almost in awe of his new abilities.
"I told you," she purred. "If you look out your window, you'll see the stars for the first time. Now, if you would be so kind as to lick my wound one more time?"
He chuckled. "Why?"
"To seal it," she replied curtly. "Or would you rather let this wound bleed for a while?"
He stared at her incredulously. "You are unlike any human I have ever met."
"If you haven't figured that out already," she said with a small smile, "than you're not as intelligent as I thought."
He obliged her and watched in awe as the wound healed instantly before his eyes.
"Founders..." he breathed. He leaned away from her in apprehension as she sat up. She simply smiled and placed her hand over his, then leaned in very close.
"May I kiss you, Weyoun?" she whispered sweetly. His gaze flicked from her eyes to her full, rounded lips, and he took a deep breath before nodding.
Her lips were warm and urgent against his, and a thrill ran through him like he had never experienced. He tried to maintain some control over himself, but he felt himself slipping by the minute. Maybe it was the strange blood that he had drank, but he felt a growing desire to be near her, like this yet not. His skin tingled in anticipation of something, and it increased as she roughly caressed his neck with her lips and tongue.
Her sharp teeth gently grazed his flesh, and he gasped out a "yes" without even realizing it. She inhaled his wonderful aroma and moaned. He slowly lost his wits in a hazy fever, but reality came crashing down when her teeth bit into his neck.
He shoved her away and got off the cot, slowly backing away toward the door. She panted and stared hungrily at the blood trickling down his neck, and her nails dug into her thighs in her lust for him. He was far too alert now, far too cautious to let her have what she wanted, but still she purred seductively at him.
"If you don't want it, I won't do that. I am, after all, your slave. I live to serve you." She echoed his favorite saying back at him and bowed her head as if submitting to a Founder, and despite his anger, he still liked the look of her like that. He took a wary step forward.
"You would submit to me?"
"Yes," she whispered breathlessly.
"Do my every whim?"
"I'm dying to do just that," she panted, licking her parched lips.
"Let me torture and use you, then have you killed when I'm through with you?"
"Do what you will with me," she replied desperately, "I am yours."
He laughed gleefully and took another step toward her. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind when we execute you tomorrow."
With that, he strode from the cell, leaving her panting in frustration on her cot.
…
She could feel his need and frustration grow the rest of that day, and by evening he was half mad. It wouldn't be long before he either came back down here or summoned her.
Sure enough, half an hour later she was beamed directly to his quarters, and Weyoun was positively fuming.
He pinned her against the wall and leaned in very close. "What have you done to me?" he growled menacingly. Lilith couldn't respond for a moment as his aroma overwhelmed her, but she managed to gather her wits and smile at him.
"How do you feel?"
The tingling and burning sensation on his skin had increased by the hour since he saw her last, and he hated to admit that he felt relief at having her this close. He could hear the blood pounding through her veins, and he longed to have one more taste...
"Not normal," he hissed, digging his nails into her arms. But instead of inflicting pain, she seemed to like it. She laughed.
"You're still bleeding from when I...may I heal it?"
His mind screamed no, but his body urged him on, begging him to let her lips caress his neck again...
"Make it quick."
He clenched his teeth as she flicked her tongue over the wound, and he let out a controlled, slow breath to steady himself.
"You told me your blood wouldn't harm me," he said dangerously. "You lied."
"Are you harmed in any way, Weyoun?" she countered with a grin.
"I am not myself."
She cocked an eyebrow. "In what way?"
He turned away, not wanting to admit to her how much he needed her right now. His skin longed for her touch, and his body seemed to almost sigh in satisfaction as her hand gently stroked his cheek.
"What do you want me to do? I live to serve you."
Her words aroused his playful side, and he grinned. "Let's find out what I want, shall we?"
Before she could say another word, he kissed her warm, waiting lips, and although it felt like heaven, it wasn't what he desired the most from her. He moved on to her neck and gave it the same treatment, on down her body, but he still received no satisfaction. As he went, he removed articles of her clothing until she was naked, and it wasn't until he was kneeling before her that he felt even a glimmer of relief. He glanced up at her.
"Part your legs for me, dearest," he purred. She obliged without question and writhed pleasantly against the wall as he went to work. He was closer to the answer, but it wasn't what he wanted. He stood back up.
"Now do the same to me," he ordered, and she kissed him in response. Down his body she kissed and licked, removing his clothing, and when she was kneeling before him, he grinned. As she started to please him, he groaned at the wonderful sensation of her teeth gently grazing his skin. She was so close...but something was missing. It wasn't until her teeth pierced his skin and dragged down his member that he gasped out in realization.
She quickly drank the blood that bloomed from the evenly spaced vertical scars that ran down his manhood, and he let out a cry of pure satisfaction. It was terrible bliss, a hellish heaven, a burning paradise as she continued to drink from him, and he was doubly pleasured by the location of the scars. Up and down her tongue swirled over her marks, and he gripped a lock of her jet black hair and pushed a hand against the wall to steady himself in the immense wave of ecstasy that overwhelmed him.
She stopped and stood up, and he placed both his hands against the wall to pin her in. A line of his blood still trickled down her lips, but she quickly licked it away. He was still bleeding where she had scratched him.
"Seal it," he growled with a grin. She knelt back down and her tongue teasingly ran over the scars, wiping away any residual blood and making them heal in an instant. Her action nearly drove him to the brink, and he hauled her to her feet and pulled toward the bed.
"Lie down."
He straddled her and pulled back her hair from her neck, then grinned at her menacingly. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I want another taste of your blood, Lilith. I like the power it gives me, and I will take that power from you. And if my calculations are correct, you'll love every minute of it. You will do as I say, when I say, understood, my little slave?"
She panted in want. "I'll give you that power, freely. You won't gain it by drinking my blood. A small amount is all you need to improve yourself, but you would be no different from a human if you were to drain me now. Your body would reject it. You simply can't digest the enzymes in my blood in your current condition, and you have to digest my blood to harvest its full potential."
"Then what must I do to gain your power?"
She smiled and sat up, stroking his ears. "You're sure you want to know?"
He gripped her arms. "Tell me."
Her grin widened. "You have to do this."
Like a cobra, she bit into his neck before he could respond and pinned him down on the bed, draining every drop of blood from his body. A chemical was released from a gland above her fangs, and it circulated through his system, causing him to cry out in agony. It burned the walls of his arteries and made his heart race wildly. Yet through the pain, he felt distinct pleasure, and it took him a moment to realize that Lilith had settled herself over him and was alternating thrusts with swallows of blood. He moaned at the incredible sensation, and his mind dimly processed a whisper as she drove him harder.
"When you're completely turned, I will let you experience this in full."
He winced as the pain and pleasure mingled and were one inside him, and the minute he finished, darkness overwhelmed him and he passed out.
…
When he awoke, his stomach growled in hunger and his head throbbed. He stumbled out of bed and stood up, only to sit back down as a wave of dizziness overcame him. After he regained his balance, Weyoun walked quietly over to the replicator.
As he lifted a spoon of a plain yogurt-like substance to his mouth, he frowned as its smell was more intense and sharp than he remembered it to be. But as he took a bite, he immediately spat it back into the bowl. Its texture had turned mealy and gritty the moment it touched his tongue. He choked at the bitter taste, and tears sprang into his eyes once he realized he could taste the creamy food, but it had turned like ashes in his mouth.
"It's torture, isn't it?"
He twisted around and nearly growled at the sight of Lilith lounging on his bed. She was naked, and he realized he was naked as well. She sat up slowly and smiled wildly at him.
"Yes...the fruit of the tree never did quite taste the same...but I can give you what you need right now. That's why I'm still here. The next four days are going to be very hard on you, love."
He scowled at the term of endearment and put his bowl back into the replicator. As he turned back to Lilith, he caught sight of himself in the small mirror that hung in his room. His eyes leaped out at him, and his dark hair and brows seemed to have a mystery about them that wasn't there before. His hair was much more curly than he remembered, but it was still swept up in the standard Vorta hairstyle. He heard Lilith get up and walk up behind him.
She wrapped her lithe arms around him and whispered in his ear. "Yes, you're even more handsome than you were last night, love. I doubt there's a woman alive who can resist you."
Having her this close was comforting, but it confused him. He could smell her keenly, and her delectable scent washed over him. He could hear the blood pounding in her veins, and his mouth slowly opened.
He looked in the mirror again and gasped. His eyes had turned blood red, and as he opened his mouth wider, he noticed that his eye teeth were very sharp and elongated. He twisted back to her, but she had returned to lounging on the bed.
In a swift motion, she sliced a mark down the side of her neck.
The sound of her pounding blood roared in his ears, and before he could blink, he was on top of her, his nose at her throat.
"Give it to me," he growled hungrily, his voice turning deep and almost beastly.
She grinned. "It's yours for the taking, love."
He placed his mouth over her cut and sucked. Hot, thick blood trickled down his parched throat and he moaned in satisfaction. It was deliciously warm, but he was surprised at its taste. He expected it to be metallic and bitter, but it was saccharine, delectably sweet with a hint of a musky spice. He liked it, no...he relished it, and his lust for more increased with every swallow.
Finally, she ripped him away and stroked his face lovingly. "Enough, love. Let your body adjust to this change."
Reality came crashing down on him and he slapped her across the face. "What have you done to me?" he hissed dangerously.
She didn't seem at all affected by his little fit of violence, rather, she seemed sad. "These next few days are going to be hard for you, I know. Now...tell me something, love."
He glared at her and waited.
"Have you heard of the term 'vampire'?"
Weyoun's eyes narrowed and he nodded. "Mythical Earth creatures who only came out at night and..."
Comprehension dawned on his features and he gasped.
"Drink the blood of the living," Lilith finished for him.
His heart stopped beating for a moment. "You mean...you've turned me into one of these...things?"
She nodded and pulled him closer, and he found he was frozen at her touch. He gasped in ecstasy as her tongue flicked over his ear, and she whispered seductively to him.
"I made the first vampire thousands of years ago. My master gave me this gift, you see...he knew I needed a companion, considering he would always be gone, so he let me have this one power, to turn another to my will...and to his. A Sumerian king took me as his bride, but he got more than he bargained for on our wedding night."
Weyoun listened, entranced by her words.
"He was killed in battle a long time ago...there have been many more since. I'm attracted to men with power, and I guess that's what drew me to you..."
Despite himself, he grinned. "So you're not human..." he breathed.
She laughed softly, and the sound of it made his skin prickle pleasantly. "I'm human to be sure, at least my blood is human. You see, my love, you'll find the best tasting blood is that of your own people. But I was surprised when I found Deyos...he was so foolish."
"He was weak," he growled. "And so was I."
"No, not at all, Weyoun," she reassured him with a small kiss on the lips. "You were the strongest of any Vorta I have met. And your power is already growing...I can feel it." The last four words were no more than a whisper, and they made delightful chills creep up his spine.
"And I have a feeling that it won't just be Vorta blood that you find pleasing," she continued. "You now have the means to conquer Earth. I've increased your cunning, your prowess, your stamina..."
She trailed off with a grin. "And I think you'll find human blood just as delectable as the Vorta. I knew you wanted Earth, so I made sure you'll have an unlimited supply of humans to drink from for millennium to come, if the Dominion holds Earth for that long. Have a care, my darling...you'll find my people hard to break."
He shook his head. "What about the Founders?"
She laughed heartily. "You are like a god yourself, Weyoun! You are immortal, and many would be hard-pressed to defeat you. You truly are Weyoun Naa'vem now, my love."
His eyes widened in shock and she laughed harder.
"The only thing I ask," she whispered, "is that when you stand above my planet, and it is defeated and under your thumb, that you remember me, Lilith...the forgotten wife of Adam."