Not gonna lie, this one took a fair bit of thought. I’ve never written this particular kink before, so here’s hoping this is half-decent! Enjoy!
Day 24: Cuckolding
SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Koval (ST:DS9) x Romulan!Reader, Unnames Romulan OMC x Romulan!Reader
[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]
Warnings: Cuckolding, mild threats, sex as a bargaining chip, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, one relationship is previous, the other is current/established, ALL ACTS ARE CONSENSUAL.
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“I’m disappointed,” a cold voice called from the shadows of our hotel room. My husband and I had checked in earlier under assumed names. We’d only stepped out for a quiet dinner, and when we came back...that was the first thing we heard. “Given our history together, I would have thought you’d know better places to hide than this. But then again...”
He stepped into the meager light permeating the space, and we found ourselves looking at none other than the Chairman of the Tal Shiar.
“...No one can hide from us.” Koval’s words were a threat, a promise, and a death sentence all wrapped in one. We had tried to run after a deal fell through, yet here we were, cornered by the man who would likely slit our throats. “You’ve been such loyal contacts for so many years. What changed? Why did you do it?”
“We didn’t betray Romulus, we would never,” my husband’s voice croaked, and despite his fear, I knew he was speaking the truth. We hadn’t betrayed our people, but one of our own contacts had. We’d come out here to find proof and had been partially successful in doing so, but we weren’t ready to present it to Koval yet. “If you’ll just let us explain–”
The Chairman held up a single gloved hand, and my husband’s voice fell away as if he’d been muted like a computer monitor. I couldn’t blame him. I felt as if my own tongue had suddenly evaporated.
“Yes, I’m aware of your search efforts. Did you think you were being subtle or evasive for a single moment?”
“Th-Then...” I hadn’t meant to start talking but once Koval’s eyes snapped over at the sound of my voice, I forced myself to continue. “Then you know we’re innocent?”
“Of course I do, or I’d have killed you both by now,” he said taking a few slow, measured steps toward us, stopping in front of me in particular. I dropped my gaze to his boots, but he quickly tilted my head up again with a tight grip on my chin. “What I want to know is why neither of you trusted me enough to explain the situation to me. I want to know why, after all our years of business, you did not even consider the idea that I might listen to you.”
His eyes pierced right into my soul, and I felt more ashamed than I ever had in my entire life. Koval was right. We’d known him for nearly fifteen years. He’d trusted us with sensitive information and tasks before. There was no reason to think the worst, and yet...we’d panicked. We’d allowed our fear to rule us instead of our minds. What fools we’d been!
“Have I not protected you before?”
“Of course you have,” I breathed, and his grip on my chin loosened a fraction as he flicked his eyes over to my husband.
“Have I not ensured your safety even on the most dangerous missions?”
“You have, Dhaemnasi.”
“Then why?” Koval asked looking back at me. “Why make me chase you all the way out here? All you have done is make yourselves appear guilty of a crime which I can easily prove that you did not commit.”
“We were afraid.” The words sounded feeble, even to my own ears, but they were the truth.
“And are you afraid now?”
“Only that we have irreparably damaged our amicable relationship with you, Dhaemnasi,” my husband murmured, and I nodded my head in agreement. Koval lifted an eyebrow as he turned away and strode to a small sofa at the side of the room.
“Oh, I’m certain we will find a way for you to prove your loyalty once more,” he said taking a seat as elegant as you please and looking over at us. “For others, I would be much harsher, but for the two of you...I’m quite open to suggestions.”
Glancing at my husband, my gaze met his. I could see that he and I were on the same page. We’d discussed this eventuality, even if it had seemed unlikely at the time.
“I believe we have a potential solution,” I called as I walked slowly toward the Chairman lounging in our hotel room’s living space. “We would be willing to offer thirty percent more casework than before as well as some additional...personal services.”
The gleam in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I meant, but the practiced tilt of his head made him seem as though he was quite ignorant of the implications my words held. His hand lay on the armrest at his left side, and with deliberately slow movements, I reached out and brushed my fingertips lightly over his knuckles.
The burst of pleasure that flowed between us served to steal his breath and mine. Accustomed to touching only my husband in such an intimate manner since we got together, I couldn’t help the guilt prodding at the back of my mind. He’d agreed to this though. We both had. Both of us were aware of Koval’s...tastes, so we decided that if this option had come to fruition, I would attempt to pique his interest as I had so many times before my husband and I were together. He hadn’t slapped me or shoved me aside yet, so I assumed that continuing probably wouldn’t get me killed.
As my fingertips skimmed up the back of his hand to his wrist, my breathing picked up and my eyes met his. His irises seemed darker than before.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Koval stated gently, giving me an easy way out. Yet another mercy that I didn’t deserve.
“If you want me to stop, I will, but I think you know that I am not opposed to this.” My fingers paused in their path, but I didn’t remove them from his skin. A soft, pulsing hum flowed from his mind to mine - a question of some sort. If he was testing my sincerity, he’d find no flaws. I was entirely serious. After a long moment of silence, Koval stood, towering over me.
“Stopping wasn’t what I had in mind, however, I know that you and your husband are quite devoted to one another. I was the one who introduced you, after all.”
“We are, but we’re also honest with one another,” the significance of what I was implying made him glance between us. “Yes, he knows.”
My husband certainly did know everything. He knew that Koval and I had been involved long before he introduced us, that the Chairman and I had been intimate more times than we could count.
He also knew that if it hadn’t been for him, Koval would likely have taken me as his wife. The Chairman and I may have been an imperfect match, but the passion had never been absent - it still wasn’t after all this time. Even as I straddled his lap atop our hotel bed, my husband settled into a chair to observe what we had been before he entered my life.
Wasting no time once we were nude, Koval moved me easily onto all fours on the bed and thrust into me in one long stroke. A moan escaped me at the familiar, burning stretch. One of his hands gripped my hair, pulling my head up far enough for him to growl in my ear as my eyes met my husband’s.
“There is nowhere you could’ve hidden from me.” The tent in my husband’s trousers looked almost painful as Koval began to fuck me with all the fervor of our pent-up desire. “You know I would’ve left no stone unturned. Where you go I will always follow, e’lev, even to the ends of the universe.”
What might have sounded like a hollow promise to anyone else was, in truth, a solemn guarantee. Though I may not be Koval’s lover anymore, he’d promised me that I’d always have his protection. A sliver of residual guilt over the way we’d been reunited snaked through my abdomen, forcing the breath from my lungs.
The Chairman had felt it, I knew he had. Bending over me, he released my hair, opting instead for wrapping his arms comfortingly around my torso.
“Stop thinking. Allow yourself to feel instead,” he murmured scraping his teeth over the crook of my neck. And I did. With my husband touching himself to the sight of another man fucking his wife, I allowed myself to become lost in sensation.
Not gonna lie, I got severely distracted by that drawing of Jorik and kinda lost track of time. I sincerely apologize for how late this is. ALSO! Thank you so much to everyone who has reblogged/left sweet comments on my last few fics! I know I haven't replied to them yet, but I'll be taking the whole day tomorrow to do so! I really do appreciate your support and the time you all take to read my random little drabbles! Thank you!!! I hope you will all enjoy this one, too!
Day 27: Coming Without Permission
SOC prompt list here. SOC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Koval (ST:DS9) x Reader
[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS, DNI!!!]
Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, established relationship, dom!Koval, sub!Reader, coming without permission, restraints, spreader bar, vibrator, implied spanking, Koval is v good at aftercare.
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"Please...Dhaemnasi, please..."
"You will have to do better than that if you wish me to grant your request." Koval's smooth, steady voice rang out clearly over the sound of my shaky, uneven breathing. "Do not disobey me now, lovely. You've been so good all evening."
The vibrating toy between my legs was almost impossible to ignore. As much as I wanted to be a good girl for my lover, he'd been teasing me mercilessly, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm but never quite allowing me to tip over into bliss.
Clenching my fists and trying to hold off the inevitable as long as I could, I looked up into Koval's piercing gaze. He cut an imposing figure from this angle. With his hands clasped behind his back, he observed me as a scientist might watch a mildly-intriguing experiment.
With my wrists bound together above my head and my legs held open with a spreader bar, Koval had been able to secure a vibrator between my legs with ease. There was, undoubtedly, a puddle of my body's own lubricant soaking into the sheets, and judging by the glint in his eyes, I wouldn't be let out of this any time soon.
I opened my mouth to beg once again, but all I managed to get out was a shout of my lover's name as I shattered. The vibrations against my clit had finally overcome my restraint, throwing me into the most intense orgasm I'd had in a long time.
Trembling in my bonds as I caught my breath, I was only able to enjoy the afterglow for a few seconds before I heard an exasperated sigh.
Oh no.
With a quiet 'click,' the vibrations between my legs stopped, and a large, warm hand grasped my jaw. Despite my disobedience, his touch was gentle as he skimmed his thumb across my lips.
"Feeling better?" He asked when I finally made myself open my eyes.
"Y-Yes, Dhaemnasi," I whispered, and he began to remove my restraints. Massaging my wrists and ankles lightly once they were free, Koval placed a soft kiss on each one before crossing to the other side of the room. My brain was still in a bit of a haze after such an intense orgasm, so at first, a small, irrational part of myself believed that I'd disappointed him so greatly that he was leaving. But then...he stopped at the replicator. "...Koval?"
"Water," he stated in answer to my unasked question. Crossing back to the bed, he helped me sit up and made sure I drank my fill. "You may have come without my permission, but that does not mean that I won't take care of you. Where are you?"
"Green, e'lev," I murmured, and he pressed a kiss onto my forehead. Setting my empty glass aside, he allowed me a moment to catch my breath before he grasped my jaw once more. This time, his grip was firm and commanding.
"What did I tell you was your only rule for the night?" Koval asked in that steely tone that he only used on occasions such as this. Despite myself, I shivered in anticipation.
"That I wasn't allowed to orgasm until you said I could." He nodded his head silently and patted his thighs. Crawling into position over his lap, I felt his hand sliding slowly up the backs of my thighs as the bulge in his trousers began to harden beneath me.
"You will receive what you have earned: a punishment befitting of your transgression," he said as his fingers skimmed over my ass. The anticipation before the first swat was almost palpable like the calm before a storm. "Count. If you do not or if you lose count, we will begin again. Understood?"
"Yes, Dhaemnasi." As his hand disappeared from my skin, I gripped the sheets and tried not to seem too eager, but we both knew better. Were punishments really punishments if we both enjoyed them so much?
...I was in a mood and my brain said unprovoked angst. In completely unrelated news, here’s a small drabble. Also, I just realized I didn’t specify the reader’s gender, so that’s an added perk for Koval Likers of all genders. :) Enjoy!
Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Koval (ST:DS9) x Reader
[A/N: I don’t really have any useful notes, other than I was in a mood. Behold. The Mood.]
Warnings: Angst, established relationship, interspecies romance, Human/Romulan romance, discussion of a terminal illness, they’re idiots, they love each other, Koval isn’t very communicative, brief mentions of past torture.
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Only silence met my question, but I pressed stubbornly onward, ignoring my own spiral of emotions. The Chairman of the Tal Shiar stood with his hands clasped behind his back. “Did you think I wouldn’t care that you’re sick? That I wouldn’t want to help you?”
Koval and I shared a doctor, and she’d mentioned his diagnosis in an offhanded manner during my checkup today. Tuvan Syndrome. According to her, it was a degenerative neurological disease with no known cure. My husband had a terminal illness and he’d hidden it from me. I’d nearly fainted when she told me.
A few seconds passed in silence before he spoke.
“There is nothing you can do to help me. I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to taint what little time we do have with pain.” Koval’s admission came out quieter than I’d ever heard him, and he stared resolutely out the viewport at the stars. “After the way our relationship began...you deserve someone who can give you a life free of anguish and despair.”
That was a day I remembered well. The Tal had taken me in for questioning concerning the whereabouts of some missing Senator. Unfortunately for both of us, I knew nothing about his disappearance. In the midst of my interrogation - mid-scream, in fact - a Centurion had come in and handed a report to Koval detailing who the real culprit was. He’d shut off the torture device instantly and tended to me with a surprising amount of care for a Romulan spy master.
“Y’know, you’re pretty sexy for a guy who wanted to turn my brain to mush a few minutes ago.” I couldn’t recall saying anything of the sort, but Koval swore up and down that I had just before passing out. He’d teased me mercilessly about that over the years.
Carefully, I placed a hand on his shoulder and coaxed him into turning around.
“I wouldn’t blame you if you gave me up and sought a new partner...” The tear sliding down his cheek sent a jolt of alarm through me. Reaching up, I brushed it away with my thumb and drew him into a hug. Koval didn’t hesitate to hold me close, but a long moment passed before he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I can no longer give you what you deserve.”
“Nobody gets to tell me what I deserve, e’lev. All I want is to be with you for whatever time is given to us. You told me Romulans mate for life. I understood that commitment when I agreed to marry you,” I stated with unequivocal determination. “Would you really expect me to give up on the man I love so easily after I pledged him my life?”
“I am no longer a worthy mate–”
“Hush. Despite your authority with the Tal, Mr. Chairman, that’s not a decision you get to make. Only I decide who is worthy of me.” He let out a quiet huff of laughter and pulled back to graze his lips against mine for barely a breath. Despite my forehead resting against his and my arms around his torso, Koval sighed heavily.
“I told you not to fall in love with me...that I would only end up hurting you.”
“I could never have just walked away. You know that.”
“Of course I did. Beautiful, stubborn, little Human. Instead, you made me fall in love with you in return. A cruel but fitting punishment...more than I could ever have dreamed of,” he murmured as he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. “Now both our hearts are vulnerable. Your pain and joy are both mine, just as mine are yours.”
“I think you’ve just made my point for me, deyhhan. We’re one. We will face this head on, just as we’ve faced everything else that has come our way.”
We had indeed faced quite a bit of opposition when the Chairman of the Tal Shiar had chosen to take a Human as his spouse. Koval had fought for me, then. He’d protected me from several attempts to...remove me, since I was perceived as a problem by certain groups. He’d stood by me without faltering.
Now it was time for me to stand by him.
“It seems, my dear, that it is you who will outlive me,” he murmured, but I shook my head.
“Not if I have anything to say about it. You’re not the only one with contacts, sweetheart. I know quite a few medical personnel who might be able to help in some way,” I explained, and he raised an eyebrow. “What, did you think I’d learned nothing from you over the years?”
With a fond little hum, Koval threaded our fingers together, sending fuzzy warmth up my spine. My eyelids fluttered closed just as his lips met mine.
This is based on a request by @bigblissandlove1! I know I usually post requests on the same post as the asks that inspired them, but for plot reasons, just this once I’m going to break my own rule. I hope this does your request justice, my friend!
Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Koval (ST:DS9) x Reader
[A/N: This contains smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]
Warnings: Mentions of an interrogation, interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, unprotected sex, mild priest kink, inappropriate use of the confessional phrase, innuendo, mild choking kink, power play, telepathy.
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The hours ticked by slowly in solitary confinement. With nothing but the dull, dark walls of my cell to stare at, I found myself drifting somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, almost unable to discern what was real and what was not.
Days like this had been interspersed with days of painful, invasive interrogation - a Tal Shiar tactic designed to break one’s resolve, no doubt. I supposed they thought the inconsistent intervals would throw me off enough to get them the information they so desperately wanted.
Unfortunately for the Tal, I simply didn’t have the answers they sought. They were definitely barking up the wrong tree on this one. I tried to tell them countless times that I was too low on the totem pole to have sufficient clearance, but they just didn’t believe me.
As the door to my cell slid open, I knew who I’d see before I even looked up. He was the one constant in this cold, impersonal hellhole of a Romulan prison.
“My, but we look morose this morning, Commander.” Koval sounded smug - almost gleeful about that revelation. Was it really only the next morning? “Whatever could be troubling a lady as lovely as you, hm?”
“Oh, I can’t imagine, Mr. Chairman,” I snarked keeping my eyes firmly shut for the moment. There was no reason to open them. I knew what Koval would do. Sure enough, I heard the sound of the door sliding shut again and a chair being placed a few feet in front of the bench I was laying atop.
“Come now, Commander, think of me as - oh, what is it called on Earth? Ah, yes. Think of me as your Father Confessor.” Now there was a mental image for the ages: Koval in a cassock. He already wore almost all black anyway, so the addition of the white clerical collar would be an easy one. A giggle burst from my lips before I could stop it, sounding mildly unhinged as it echoed in the small, stark cell. “Care to let me in on the joke?”
“What do you expect me to do? Am I to drop to my knees and plead for mercy?” I asked allowing my actions to mock what he was suggesting. Kneeling before the Chairman of the Tal Shiar and putting on my most innocent expression, I looked up at him from practically between his legs. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
A dark, hungry look flashed across Koval’s face for barely a second before it was replaced by an amused smile.
“That would be an...interesting start to today’s discussion, Commander. Perhaps you should remain on your knees? You seem quite comfortable there.”
The smug bastard.
“And you seem quite comfortable having me here,” I countered, lifting my cuffed hands toward him in askance. Faux innocence still in place, I tried my luck. “Come on, Mr. Chairman, we both know I’m not going to try anything, and these things are beginning to chafe. Surely I’ve earned a short break from these restraints...?”
“You have been well-behaved, but I’m afraid those won’t come off until you give me something more substantial,” he stated sounding almost genuine in his remorse. Surely not. I might have been attracted to him, but I knew those feelings could never be reciprocated. He was playing a role when he spoke to me. Romulans were disgusted by ‘hevams,’ as they called us. What reason would he have to be attracted to me?
With a heavy sigh at his response, I turned slightly and sat with my back against Koval’s shin. Merely a moment after I let my eyelids flutter closed, a large hand that was all too used to meting out cruelty rested gently atop my head.
“This could go much easier for you, you know,” he murmured in a soft, low voice. “A few answers would satisfy me enough to allow you so much more luxury. Better food, no cuffs...”
“I keep telling you: you grabbed someone with a security clearance level that’s too low to have access to the records I’d need to answer your questions.”
For once, he didn’t immediately call me a liar. Instead, he trailed his fingers through my hair almost absentmindedly as he spoke.
“But surely...if you hold the rank of Commander...?”
“I only got that promotion two months ago. Starfleet has a probationary period of at least six months for those sorts of classified records to make sure the promotion sticks. That way they’re not just handing out sensitive information to someone who isn’t right for their new rank. The only exceptions are when the information pertains to their current mission assignment,” I explained. “The information you keep trying to get from me was not considered relevant to my mission, so I was not given access to it.”
Koval remained silent for a moment.
“You realize, of course, that you’ve placed yourself in a very vulnerable position? I could read your thoughts right now, and if I didn’t like what I found, you’d be in the perfect position for me to snap your pretty little neck,” he murmured, but I knew what he’d find if he did.
“Go ahead. Maybe that will finally convince you that I’m telling you the truth.” Allowing the head of the Tal Shiar to go snooping through my head was definitely a dangerous decision, but as he’d so accurately pointed out, I was already in a vulnerable position. What the hell? I likely wouldn’t be leaving here alive, anyway, so why not at least try to prove my innocence?
He must not have been expecting such an open answer, because his hand froze in my hair before shifting to the side of my face. In a rush of warmth, Koval’s mind invaded mine. Poking and prodding through my thoughts, he searched for the truth.
I possessed no mental defenses. I’d never bothered to take a class from the Vulcan teacher who offered lessons at the Academy. Given how easily Koval would be able to corroborate my story, I was glad I never had.
It would be easy for him to get other reactions from me, too, I had no doubt.
“Smug, attractive Romulan,” I thought, and a wave of amusement that was not my own rolled through me. Oh no, had he been able to hear me?
“Yes, e’lev, I heard you.” His mental voice sounded just as delicious as his physical voice. That was patently unfair.
As I realized there was a growing warmth between my legs, Koval abruptly removed himself from my mind. The feeling of being utterly alone in my head again carved little furrows of anguish and bereftness in my heart.
Without a word, the Chairman stood, forcing me to scoot away from my former position as he lifted his chair and left the room.
Well...at least he hadn’t killed me.
But why the hell was I so close to tears from the simple lack of his presence in my mind? I’d experienced Vulcan mind melds before, and while they did leave me feeling somewhat odd afterward, none of them had done this to me.
Climbing back up onto the bench, I saw no reason to stop myself from crying quietly. Whoever was watching the surveillance cameras in my cell would simply assume that Koval had finally broken me. They had no reason to assume that I was sobbing out of grief. That was the only word that came close to describing what was clawing at me from the inside out.
But what was I grieving over? The realization that I might never go home? Koval sifting through every corner of my mind? Or even more alarming: was I mourning the loss of contact with him?
Despite his cold, calculating exterior, I’d always seen some sort of inexplicable warmth hiding beneath his surface. Unlike the others I’d encountered, Koval actually smiled at me and allowed himself a huff of laughter at my jokes. Earlier, when I’d seen hunger in his eyes, I’d foolishly let my thoughts turn to what it would be like to play that role with him: the Father Confessor and the penitent parishioner pleading for forgiveness by adding another sin to her long list.
His mind had felt gentle and warm despite his mission of uncovering any hidden truths. I’d wondered what it would be like to wake up wrapped in his arms, luxuriating in the comfort of his mind tangling with my own.
Fool. Blind, naïve fool.
“I hate him,” I breathed, but that, too, was wrong. After all, hate is but a hair’s breadth from love.
The next thing I knew was that I was being roused from a sound sleep; it took me a moment to get my bearings. Had I drifted off while I was crying? A large figure stood before me - one whose silhouette I recognized immediately.
Koval stood just beside the metal bench I was laying on, but something was different.
Today he had no PADD. Today he didn’t place a chair on the ground and take a seat.
Today he seemed different.
“Commander. Stand.” His harsh order sounded so much colder than anything he’d said to me after that first day of captivity.
This was it, then. He was going to kill me. Swallowing nervously, I did as he said, getting to my feet with as much dignity as I could muster.
“You have a choice. Cooperate with me, or die as a prisoner of the Tal Shiar.”
“Mr. Chairman, you’ve looked in my mind. You know I don’t have what you seek,” I said trying to sound less exasperated than I felt.
“I do,” he stated without elaboration.
“What, then, does cooperation look like?”
“You willingly in my bed.” There was no preamble or deception in his tone. None of that Romulan smugness that I’d become so accustomed to. Usually, getting information from him was like some unnecessarily convoluted game of chess that I wasn’t even remotely prepared enough to play properly, yet he’d given me this answer without hesitation or misdirection.
Could this be real?
My surprise must have been written all over my face, because Koval gave me the barest hint of a smile.
“You’re not alone. I feel it too, this...connection between us. The moment you were dragged into one of our cells, I felt it,” he murmured taking a small, half-step closer to me. “Choose me, and the cuffs come off. Permanently. You’ll have the privilege of sharing my company in my home rather than a prison. You will live the rest of your life in luxury under my protection and want for nothing. The Federation already believes you are dead, so there will be no dishonor for abandoning your uniform...for choosing pleasure. Choose Starfleet, however, and you will remain here as a prisoner of the Tal Shiar. I won’t protect you any longer. I’ll give you to my men.”
“You would let your officers violate something you desire for yourself? That’s not very Romulan of you, Mr. Chairman...”
“I am not finished. If you are mine, no one will ever touch you again, save for me, of course. If you refuse me, then I will release you from my protection.” His declaration made my lips part in surprise.
“I’ve been under your protection?”
“You are still alive, are you not? There is no reason for you to be, at this point. An uncooperative prisoner who holds no useful information and who has seen this much of our organization would have been executed long ago.”
A chill ran up my spine. So they’d believed my protestations of ignorance?
“The only reason you still stand before me is that you’ve been under my watchful eye,” Koval explained rather casually, as if this was a normal occurrence for him. With a detached sort of understanding, I realized that it probably was. Well, maybe not keeping prisoners alive, but deciding the moment of their death was likely a daily occurrence for him.
“How long?” I choked out, but he lifted his chin.
“Give me your answer. Now.” He demanded standing tall and imposing before me. I’d never seen him quite this puffed up before. This more than any other facade he’d presented to me was what it truly meant to hold the rank of Chairman of the Tal Shiar. This was why all his officers were so afraid to cross Koval and why they had all looked at me as if I was insane when I’d joked with him instead of bending instantly to his will.
Licking my lips nervously, I lifted my cuffed hands slowly toward him.
“I’m yours, Dhaemnasi,” I said just above a whisper, hoping that he’d ignore the slight tremble in my voice. The cuffs were off before I could so much as blink.
“You won’t regret your decision, I promise you,” he murmured as his large, gentle hands massaged the discomfort from my wrists.
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After three months in residence at Koval’s home in the Kor Thon mountains, I couldn’t imagine any other place being worthy of me calling it home. The view was exquisite, we had everything we needed, and best of all, its location was entirely secret. Nobody bothered us, nobody threatened our safety, and when he wasn’t needed out in the field, nobody could hear how loudly he made me scream for him.
Tonight when Koval arrived home, he’d strode up to me and wrapped me in his arms as I watched the fog rolling through the misty valley below. He’d only been away for two days this time, but it had still felt like a lifetime. When his touch had inevitably become less innocent, I had only to encourage him with a breathy moan for it to begin.
Lips, teeth, and burning, sensitive skin mingled as harmoniously as only he could accomplish, sending us both writhing against each other in an amorous tangle. My hands and knees met the mattress after a gentle, sensual round, and I knew the time for delicacy was long gone. Rough desperation and hunger had finally won out in both of us. The wet slap of skin on skin filled our bedroom until we both shouted in ecstasy.
Rolling his hips to deposit as much of himself within me as he could, Koval grunted and left slow, tender kisses down the back of my neck. His grip on my waist was the only reason I was still halfway upright.
“Tell me, e’lev, have I made your decision worthwhile? Have you enjoyed everything I’ve given you thus far?” He asked as I arched up into his touch and hummed in pleasure. “Knowing what you know now, would you make the same choice again?”
“Yes, my dear Chairman. You were so worth the interrogation.” My promise was accompanied by a little yelp as he nipped at my shoulder and started thrusting slowly into me again. Damn his Romulan lack of a lengthy refractory period. “Ah! Oh, fuck, Koval...”
“I must admit, as lovely as you looked kneeling between my legs, cuffed and helpless, I vastly prefer the sight of you taking my lok over and over in my bed while you moan my name,” he said as he reached around my hip and rubbed my clit. The wet sound of him churning his seed inside me as he fucked me with increasing force made me sob. My head dropped onto the soft mattress beneath me, and my fingers gripped the bedsheets with desperation. Growling as his hand collided with my ass, Koval forced me toward yet another orgasm. “Have you anything to confess, now, pretty girl?”
Mischief tugged my lips into a smirk and started his favorite little game.
“Make me.”
“Oh, believe me, e’lev,” Koval crooned as he grasped my throat, “I will.”
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Romulan words:
e’lev = darling
Dhaemnasi = form of address for the Chairman of the Imperial Intelligence Committee (Tal Shiar)
