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real privado mamá hijo porno. Fic: From a Small Moon Relationship: Kira Nerys/Jadzia Dax Rating: NC Warnings/Content: Discussion of past rape and abuse. Also includes light bondage.

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I was very diplomatic. Sometimes I have to make my point more forcefully than others. Are you getting ill? Do you need to see Julian?

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Maybe it's catching. I don't know how anyone can say no to Jadzia dax kira nerys clit. Would you like to be on your knees, Lieutenant? Right here in this turbo lift? Their bodies were still not quite touching. Nerys could hear the slight shudder in her breath. Then the turbo life ground to a stop, and Jadzia shoved herself away from Nerys, almost colliding with the ensign coming in.

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Nerys smiled, greeted the ensign, and looked resolutely ahead, not at Jadzia. She was usually the one who was flushed and stammering, not Dax, and she liked the change. Hot and wet and sweaty, imagining kneeling to me in that lift, all mine for everyone to see?

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Kira crawled over to Ezri and started to Jadzia dax kira nerys clit her. Ezri passionately returned, as the two lay on the ground and began to remove one another's leather catsuits.

They had sex for many hours, while the Intendant watched and occasionally joined in. When it was over, Kira and Ezri realized that they truly had feelings for each other. They continued to kiss while their Goddess told them about her plan. She's always had a crush Jadzia dax kira nerys clit you, Kira, although you were to blind to see it. We'll have you go and love her back, then I come in and enslave her. Ezri, I know that you're not happy with your love going to have sex with another woman, but I hope you understand that it is my desire and I always get my way.

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Fic: "Tease", Jadzia Dax/Kira Nerys, NC-17

Kira Nerys has always known she wants sleep with women, but she's never had the chance to explore her sexuality. When Jadzia dax kira nerys clit Dax wants to be with her too, Kira can't quite believe her luck. Meanwhile, her experiences during the Occupation of Bajor are still very much alive in Kira's mind Author's Note: This fic was inspired by Major Kira's comment in the season two episode Necessary Evil.

When Kira thinks that Odo might be propositioning her, she says, "I don't do that.

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Not for money and not for food. I'm currently watching Jadzia dax kira nerys clit Space Nine for the Jadzia dax kira nerys clit time and I'm only at the beginning of season three, so if this fic containts elements that are inconsistent with later series, please forgive it. She started stockpiling food click here her quarters during the first week. There'd never been food like this before—not regularly, not reliably.

When she was a child, food came if there were a good harvest, and if the Cardassians were willing to spare it; when she had to fend for herself, food came if she could lay her hands on it. She replicated grains and pulses, things that would last, and hid them in the narrow Cardassian cupboards and under her bed. She had money now, too, and she bought food from vendors on the promenade.

She bought more than she could comfortably eat, but it took her some time to tire of the luxury of being overfed, of having leftovers.

Milfr porn Watch Ebony interracial creampie Video Iraniyan Porn. I don't know how anyone can say no to you. Would you like to be on your knees, Lieutenant? Right here in this turbo lift? Their bodies were still not quite touching. Nerys could hear the slight shudder in her breath. Then the turbo life ground to a stop, and Jadzia shoved herself away from Nerys, almost colliding with the ensign coming in. Nerys smiled, greeted the ensign, and looked resolutely ahead, not at Jadzia. She was usually the one who was flushed and stammering, not Dax, and she liked the change. Hot and wet and sweaty, imagining kneeling to me in that lift, all mine for everyone to see? Into our quarters at once. Clothes off, and on your knees. Sometimes it was hard to speak to Jadzia with any kind of control. Jadzia dropped her eyes, nibbling at her lower lip. She stripped off her tunic and looked at herself in the mirror. Her shirt was damp with sweat at her armpits and her hair was out of place. She undid the top button of her trousers and slid her hand into them, to her pussy. Her pulse quickened as her fingers met moist hair. How long to leave Jadzia waiting? She liked the image of her naked, kneeling, aroused, wishing that she would come back in, but she liked it so much she couldn't resist it. Jadzia was watching the door. She was kneeling, facing the bedroom, back very upright. They looked at each other seductively, both admiring the other slave's beauty. Kira crawled over to Ezri and started to caress her. Ezri passionately returned, as the two lay on the ground and began to remove one another's leather catsuits. They had sex for many hours, while the Intendant watched and occasionally joined in. When it was over, Kira and Ezri realized that they truly had feelings for each other. They continued to kiss while their Goddess told them about her plan. She's always had a crush on you, Kira, although you were to blind to see it. We'll have you go and love her back, then I come in and enslave her. Ezri, I know that you're not happy with your love going to have sex with another woman, but I hope you understand that it is my desire and I always get my way. Jadzia was worried. Kira had gone missing out of the blue and hadn't shown up for two weeks. What if she was dead? She didn't think she'd have them for long. On the nights she spent alone, she was exhausted and sank into a heavy sleep. She struggled to wake from it even when she dreamt that there were hands holding her down, that she was staring into a smiling Cardassian face. She didn't consider asking Bashir to help her regulate her sleep cycles; she had thrived on much less sleep than this. Still, some days when she walked she felt as though she were floating, and her hands did not seem quite under her control. Jadzia mentioned it while they were eating dinner. It was something Jadzia had chosen: She had been trying not to bolt her food lately, because Jadzia ate so slowly, and finishing first made her feel embarrassed. The embarrassment bothered her too: A year ago I A year ago, half the women I knew would have had sex with a Cardassian for a quarter of what I have in front of me. There was no humour in her face, but the voice had been teasing. She was, Nerys thought, trying to make this easier. Not worrying that someone might take the plate from her. Your back hasn't spent one night sleeping on rocky ground in all its overprivileged life. I went on a very unfortunate camping trip once She left the food. She left Jadzia. She heard Jadzia calling her, but she didn't turn around. She went to her room and paced and fumed. Her ridiculous, overly large room. She'd never had her own room before, not like this. She'd shared with her family, and then it was dormitories, then anywhere she could find to sleep. She paced, looking at her bed, at the blankets. She opened the cupboards and checked on the food. Jadzia called to her door before she had time to collect her thoughts. She hid a bag of grain beneath a blanket and let her in. Jadzia was always touching her—there was a whole language of gesture and caress she used to communicate with Nerys, but Nerys didn't really understand it, or how she was supposed to respond. All the rest of this She guided Nerys towards the bed. Nerys sat, and stripped off her tunic. She wanted the only thing that made sense: You think about my pussy, don't you, whenever we're together. What is it you like? The pleasure I get from it? Yes, I like I like being in control of you. I like knowing I can have that effect on you. I like it It was all so new. I like it when you're vulnerable to me. Nerys could feel teeth against her lips. She took Nerys's hands in hers. A prisoner, maybe? She hoped this line of questioning would go in a certain direction, but she wasn't sure how to form the words to ask for it herself. Bind my arms, to start with. Then you really will be in control, won't you? Next time—if such a thing occurred again. She tied Jadzia's hands behind her back; the knots were not her most accomplished, she thought perhaps Jadzia could wriggle free if she chose, but Jadzia didn't seem to want to test them. She was smiling still, watching Nerys, trusting, her skin soft and supple, the dark scarf and the pattern of spots standing out starkly again it. She was so trusting, so assured. For a brief moment Nerys wanted to hit her face, to twist her nipple, pull out a chunk of her hair: But then it was enough to know she could do those things, but would choose not to. Jadzia might be hurt, one day, but not here, and not by her. Nerys pushed her back onto the bed. She had her kneel. She stood in front of her, forced slightly off balance by the mattress, bracing her hands against Jadzia's shoulders. Jadzia's mouth was on level with Nerys's pussy, her breath tickling the labia, making it clench with anticipation. Nerys gripped Jadzia's shoulders, digging her fingers in, soft skin yielding to her. She knelt down too so she could lick her juices from Jadzia's face, from her mouth and lips. Then she slid further down and licked Jadzia's nipples, sucking a small nub into her mouth. She looked up and saw that Jadzia had thrown her head back, long hair falling around her throat. Nerys looked at Jadzia's palms and the soles of her feet as though offended by their lack of callouses. And she kissed the smooth skin as though treasuring it. She cried rarely, but frantically, usually at night, body convulsing like an animal in pain. She laughed widely, pressing her face into Jadzia's throat, tickling her thighs. She tried to hold two decades of ferocity, hatred and determination inside herself, but could not. Everything spilt out of her. And Jadzia loved that. She loved Nerys's poise, how even her lack of control could become a kind of control. Jadzia and Dax felt like they were holding their breath all the time, walking on scree, frantically testing each new footing, in case it would fall away. Nerys knew the best way to cross scree with to run, and to keep running. Run and keep running. Jadzia looked up now, over the heads of the crew, past Benjamin and the Bajoran officers, out through the view screen. To the stars, and the blank space where the wormhole was, and on, in the direction of Cardassian space. She found Julian and brought him to Quark's, and he neatly arranged his long limbs around his chair, and talked fluently about his day. She gave him as much attention as she could. She remained interested in people, in their stories and their gossip and their ways of holding themselves, no matter how many she met, but tonight Julian was not distracting enough. He reminded her, in a strange sort of way, of both Tobin and Torias, and being around someone who shared characteristics with past hosts was relaxing, but just now she didn't want to be relaxed. Julian looked down at his drink. We've only been out twice. It's not really anything. He said he was busy; maybe next week. He said 'maybe next week' two weeks ago. Wouldn't you be upset if the Major didn't like you as much as you liked her? Jadzia broke his gaze and nodded once. Fingers probing into the space between Nerys's upper arm and chest wall. Jadzia turned her voice low, teasing. You want to know how it would feel: I'm not even saying anything obscene. I could say much worse things, if you like. I used to be a young man just like you, after all. One day I'll have to tell you about the things my host Torias used to do when he was your age. She almost relaxed. When, at last, she went back to her quarters, she thought she might sleep. Instead, she lay in bed, tangled in the sheets, and thought about Nilani Kahn waiting for a Torias who would not come back. She thought about how much worse it was for the one waiting at home for a lover who might or might not return. Then she worried about Nerys and Cardassian prison camps, which made her feel guilty for thinking of Nerys as the lucky one. The bed was clammy and her hair was tangled by the time she got up. She showered and paced and told herself the sensible thing to do would be to go to the holodeck and distract herself with Klingon martial arts. Instead she knelt before Nerys's shrine and stared at symbols she didn't understand. Each word she spoke blazed in the quiet corridor. Jadzia watched her for a second and felt an ache ease in her stomach. Nerys met her eyes. She did nothing to acknowledge Jadzia, but something in her face softened slightly. Later they shared a meal. Nerys was tense, her shoulders stiff. They ate baked chicken's eggs, fragrant with herbs and spices, and a salad of Trill fruits, sharp and familiar. Jadzia ate slowly, uncertain if she was really hungry, the flavours licking at the roof of her mouth. Nerys bent over the plate, encircling it with one arm, talking and eating at the same time. Jadzia didn't think Nerys was feeling particularly hungry either, but the food was there, and she would consume it. They only had forty minutes, probably more like half an hour. Benjamin had sent them both away from Ops with instructions to come back at least a little refreshed. Nerys was exhausted—Jadzia could see it in the way she held herself, the strain around her mouth. Jadzia wasn't sure Nerys had noticed it herself, though, in the same way she didn't notice whether or not she was hungry. Nerys knew how to live on hate and adrenaline. Jadzia didn't think that was something that would ever go away, as long as Nerys lived. Nerys could be given kindness and a warm bed and a dermal regenerator, but it didn't mean she would ever forget. Nerys described the mission—the piloting, the dim heat of the Cardassian colony, the brutal rocks. So we could get past the guards. Jadzia nibbled a bitter shoot and waited, knowing sometimes silence could reveal more than questions. The prisoners. They don't know anything. They don't know that Bajor's free. They deserve She stood across from Jadzia, hands on her hips, muscles tense. She wanted to stand up, to hold her, but she knew that holding Nerys often made her feel trapped and anxious. It would have made Jadzia feel better though. And the Chief said I've had worse. Much worse. She put a hand on Nerys's shoulder, feeling the sharpness of the bone. Probably in not quite such a sarcastic tone of voice. Not now. I can't take it now. The contact was brief, but it was long enough for Jadzia to feel the tremor under Nerys's skin, for her to realise how desperately Nerys was holding on to her control. We need to get by them undetected. The Cardassians were mingling with the crowd playing at the gaming tables. Judging by the piles of gold pressed latinum each of the Cardassians had they were onto a winning streak. Kira walked up to the bar, taking a metal mug, she found there, banged on the countertop. Turning he walked over to Kira, who was standing by the bar. I only did it as a favour for you. This is how you repay me, you owe me, remember that! Because we were winning too much of course! He placed the bag into the opening, hitting the button again the door slid shut. The two Cardassians then continued round the corner laughing and talking as they went. When the sound of their footfalls had died away, the bag inside the cubicle began to dissolve into a gelatinous pool upon the floor. The pool then moved through the door seal onto the corridor floor; slowly the human form of Odo appeared. Making sure the corridor was clear he quickly moved; searching the corridors until he found the room he was seeking. The room was full of electronic equipment; entering Odo closed the door behind him. Back on the space station Sisko and Dax boarded the shuttle and took their seats at the pilot and navigational controls in readiness for the launch. Odo materialised on the transport pad. The hottie poses naked on a chair rubbing her clit and stuffing a dildo in between her pussy lips in Jadzia Dax, Kira Nerys, Quark, Star Trek, bajoran. Tease Pairing: Nerys opened..

During the first weeks, she watched the humans eat—amazed to see them so certain of each mouthful that they leant back from their plates and looked around at one another. She listened to them Jadzia dax kira nerys clit on the tastes, the differences between each delicacy. She could remember her father talking about the flavour of certain fruits, the scent of ginger tea, but the taste had always seemed trivial to her. It seemed indulgent to care about anything beyond the number of mouths you could feed.

So she stockpiled and counted how many days she could last when everything went wrong, and then how many days she could last if she fed some of the other Bajorans too. She would count each night before she slept and think, long enough. Long enough. Long enough for what, she was not sure. There was a lot of sex in the resistance: No one wanted to spend what might be their last night alone; no one wanted to miss their only chance to kiss the girl they liked.

Nerys didn't want to miss that chance either, but the women she wanted to kiss were usually being kissed by men instead. She'd spent the night with men several times because she, too, was aware that this might be her last chance, and she thought holding and being held by the wrong person might be better than not being held at all.

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Then they were gone. She didn't think about them after that. Nerys had turned away from pain so often that Jadzia dax kira nerys clit no longer noticed the turning. It was all instinct. But, despite her good instincts, she was thinking about a woman with tangled dark hair and a broken nose the first time she spoke to Jadzia Dax.

She was wondering, as she had so often wondered, what that woman's mouth would have felt like beneath her own. She could no longer remember that woman's name, but she remembered how bravely she had fought. That was why she kissed Jadzia first, because hadn't finished fighting, because she knew what indecision cost.

Because she had fought for so long and, damn it all, she just click for source to kiss that mouth, to hold a woman, to feel a woman spread out open before her. She raised her hand to her mouth and smelt her fingers: She slide two of them into her mouth, but she could only taste the barest hint of Jadzia. It was nothing like burying her face between Jadzia's legs, licking her damp Jadzia dax kira nerys clit and feeling Jadzia shudder.

She'd wanted to taste a woman like that all her life. The protocol in refugee camps was to get up at first light and beat the insects out of the blanket. If you were feeling particularly chivalrous, you might share food with your partner, if you could find some. Nerys didn't know what the protocol here was. She was still getting used to sleeping under blankets free from lice.

She didn't know Jadzia dax kira nerys clit to do, but she hated indecision, so she rolled over, because she wanted to press her face into Jadzia's neck. She breathed in, letting the soft hair fall into her face. She'd had long hair once, but it had never been like Jadzia's—soft and luxurious and always clean and smooth. Hers had been tangled and broken and she'd cut it one summer when there'd been an infestation of some sort of louse on the moons and she'd never wanted to grow it back.

It was so different, living like this. She ran her fingers over the spots on Jadzia's neck, and then down, over her arm, to her flank. Jadzia made a soft, sleepy sound. So relaxed, Nerys thought, watching her not grabbing for her blanket, not tensing against attack. It made her feel protective. Tagged as: Kira Nerys, Nana visitor, Star This chick gets undressed in front of the camera on an armchair fondling her clit and stuffing a dildo in between her pussy.

Jadzia DaxKira Nerys Feedback: It'll be all right, Lieutenant, I know how to take care of myself. I still worry about you though. Jadzia didn't get a chance to prepare herself for that familiar face blinking away to nothing. She stared at the Starfleet symbol left on the screen and every time she started to look away, she looked back.

Juvinile Sex Watch Amateur granny handjob Video Doctors Pronsex. She replicated grains and pulses, things that would last, and hid them in the narrow Cardassian cupboards and under her bed. She had money now, too, and she bought food from vendors on the promenade. She bought more than she could comfortably eat, but it took her some time to tire of the luxury of being overfed, of having leftovers. During the first weeks, she watched the humans eat—amazed to see them so certain of each mouthful that they leant back from their plates and looked around at one another. She listened to them comment on the tastes, the differences between each delicacy. She could remember her father talking about the flavour of certain fruits, the scent of ginger tea, but the taste had always seemed trivial to her. It seemed indulgent to care about anything beyond the number of mouths you could feed. So she stockpiled and counted how many days she could last when everything went wrong, and then how many days she could last if she fed some of the other Bajorans too. She would count each night before she slept and think, long enough. Long enough. Long enough for what, she was not sure. There was a lot of sex in the resistance: No one wanted to spend what might be their last night alone; no one wanted to miss their only chance to kiss the girl they liked. Nerys didn't want to miss that chance either, but the women she wanted to kiss were usually being kissed by men instead. She'd spent the night with men several times because she, too, was aware that this might be her last chance, and she thought holding and being held by the wrong person might be better than not being held at all. But in the end, she found she'd rather not be held, not feel a man against her, his breath on her face. So she kicked or declined politely, depending. She didn't think about the Cardassians. She'd loved before, or thought she'd loved. Fierce, brave women with too much anger in them, like her, women who, like her, were waiting to die for Bajor and their faith. She loved them when they were with her, when they struggled together to make shuttles fly or to find something to feed six or eight or twenty starving mouths, and she listened to them fuck men and clung to the sound of each intake of their breath and every sigh. Then they were gone. She didn't think about them after that. Nerys had turned away from pain so often that she no longer noticed the turning. It was all instinct. But, despite her good instincts, she was thinking about a woman with tangled dark hair and a broken nose the first time she spoke to Jadzia Dax. She was wondering, as she had so often wondered, what that woman's mouth would have felt like beneath her own. She could no longer remember that woman's name, but she remembered how bravely she had fought. That was why she kissed Jadzia first, because hadn't finished fighting, because she knew what indecision cost. Because she had fought for so long and, damn it all, she deserved to kiss that mouth, to hold a woman, to feel a woman spread out open before her. She raised her hand to her mouth and smelt her fingers: She slide two of them into her mouth, but she could only taste the barest hint of Jadzia. It was nothing like burying her face between Jadzia's legs, licking her damp labia and feeling Jadzia shudder. She'd wanted to taste a woman like that all her life. The protocol in refugee camps was to get up at first light and beat the insects out of the blanket. If you were feeling particularly chivalrous, you might share food with your partner, if you could find some. Nerys didn't know what the protocol here was. She was still getting used to sleeping under blankets free from lice. She didn't know what to do, but she hated indecision, so she rolled over, because she wanted to press her face into Jadzia's neck. She breathed in, letting the soft hair fall into her face. She'd had long hair once, but it had never been like Jadzia's—soft and luxurious and always clean and smooth. Hers had been tangled and broken and she'd cut it one summer when there'd been an infestation of some sort of louse on the moons and she'd never wanted to grow it back. It was so different, living like this. She ran her fingers over the spots on Jadzia's neck, and then down, over her arm, to her flank. Jadzia made a soft, sleepy sound. So relaxed, Nerys thought, watching her not grabbing for her blanket, not tensing against attack. It made her feel protective. Jadzia smiled, not opening her eyes. She stretched, back arching. Nerys watched the way the motion changed the shape of her breasts. She blinked slowly, sleepily, and traced her fingers down the side of Nerys's face. Nerys didn't know how to respond to that. She dropped her gaze, looking at the hollow of Jadzia's throat, the tender lines of her collarbones. Jadzia leant towards her and kissed her, soft, without the urgency of the previous evening. She hadn't realised, either, that there would be the promise of more, that Jadzia would still be here, so warm and willing and ready. Nerys kissed her again, not knowing, tasting the salt on Jadzia's lips, the sourness of her mouth first thing in the morning. She forgot to count the food stocks on the nights when she slept with Jadzia. She'd known all her life she wanted this, she wanted to feel a woman open up to her like this, and now she had it, she never wanted it to stop. I like it. It's like you belong to me. She loved the taste of Jadzia in her mouth. It was late: She was wet too, clit pulsing under her fingers, but not as wet as Jadzia. I was thinking about how fierce you are, and how wet it makes me when you look at me with that same glare you give the politicians. You like me too much. I could just leave you here like this for hours, like a beautiful decoration, and not let you come. You can't resist doing things to me when you look at me. She ducked her head forward, nipping at Jadzia's exposed butt-cheek, inhaling the musky scent of her vulva. Do you have any idea what it does to me, that fierce expression you have? There's so much intensity in you, it's like fucking a targ. Jadzia moaned faintly and bucked her hips up. Her thighs, Nerys noticed, were trembling, but she wasn't trying to move out of the position she'd been put in. She rested one hand on the ground by Jadzia's stomach to steady herself, and slid her other hand down to her own vulva, sliding her fingers over her slick folds. She sucked at the soft folds, feeling Jadzia's heat against her tongue and tasting her: She was so wet and hot it was almost oppressive. She listened to Jadzia's faint whimper. She nipped the sensitive flesh gently, and pulled herself away. Jadzia moaned, rocking towards her. She slid her thigh between Jadzia's legs and Jadzia thrust down against her. She wrapped her arms around Jadzia's torso, pulling Jadzia towards her so Jadzia was in her arms, straddling her thighs. Jadzia was damp with sweat, trembling, rubbing herself against Nerys's body like a cat. She gripped Jadzia's hair, pulling Jadzia against her, and kissed her, feeling Jadzia's tongue caress the inside of her mouth, tasting herself. Jadzia was sliding herself back and forth against Nerys's thigh, slick skin gliding. Kira could smell the freshness of his new uniform and the aroma of a clean man. She wondered what she must smell like after all these days and weeks of dirt and filth she had to endure. Their eyes met and she held his gaze, her lips parted as he kissed her, his tongue slid gently into her mouth. She moaned softly as his tongue explored. She could feel his hands moving down her back towards her arse. He cupped the cheeks, pulling her closer to him, she gasped as she felt his rock hard cock nuzzling into her love mound. She let him lift her off her feet: Julian, Julian! Julian slipped his hands into her cleavage; then slowly spreading them up and over her large firm breasts he lifted her tits from the confines of her uniform, bending his head to one of her nipples, he sucked it deeply into his mouth; his tongue swirled around the hardening mound. His other hand began to stroke, fondle and squeeze her other breast rolling its nipple between his thumb and forefinger, both nipples soon became hard and erect While Julian was playing with her tits Kira managed to open more of her a uniform exposing lower body. She slipped her hands between her legs and began to massage the outer lips of her cunt; slowly she inserted her fingers inside and peeled the lips back revelling her inner sex. Her fingers slipping ever deeper into her twat finally meeting at her clitoris taking hold of her clitoris she began to rotate her fingers round and round the hardening nub. Distracted by this Julian slid off her and stood by the couch watching her finger fuck herself. By now his dick was bursting to get out of his uniform. Opening his uniform from neck to crotch Julian pulled out his throbbing dick, the precum was steadily oozing out of his cockhead; carefully pulling back the foreskin he rubbed the precum over the shaft until it was well lubricated and glistening. When he had positioned her on the edge of the couch, with her hands still inside her cunt he inserted his dick. She couldn't remember the exact rule, but she was confident that Starfleet officers weren't supposed to appropriate the religious beliefs of other cultures. He seemed perfectly at ease with it, however. He cupped her chin in his hand and gently tilted her face upwards. I can just keep my head ducked down. Definitely not. We can cover up the spots, but the nose can't stay. Doesn't it itch, your nose being naked like that? I was thinking of something a bit less Bareil laughed. We're not going to do anything long-term. She'd left when they were fixing Nerys's bones, and she knew it was more important to talk about plans with Bareil than fret over Nerys, but she still wanted to be there. She took a deep breath and looked out the window, over the forest. Calm down, Jadzia , she thought. How did you end up this smitten? Outside, she saw a sudden flash, a burst of phaser fire. Someone might have been killed. She tugged at the cloth on her shoulder, trying to make it more even, and went out to Bareil. Kira needs to rest for another hour; she's heavily sedated. But she'll be fine. He held the headdress out to her. It's very difficult; we don't usually expect the novices to manage it until their third year. I've been thinking we should get rid of them myself; I don't think the Prophets see any need for purposeless complexity. She shrugged, then nodded, and then found she wanted to talk. She kept her head lowered so he could work on the headdress; it was easier, anyway, to say this without looking him in the eyes. I thought it would be easy, loving a Bajoran. I've lived with Klingons; I've been friends with Cardassians; I've known so many different people. The Bajorans I've met: I admired their courage, and their faith, and I didn't feel like I thought it would be easy to find common ground. It is easy to find common ground. I just don't think I've ever loved anyone who's been hurt like Nerys has been hurt; whose people have been hurt like the Bajorans have been. And I tell myself I understand, she's been through trauma, it will take time. I can learn to be what she needs me to be. I know I can. It's that I I want to find the people who hurt her, and hurt them back. I want that so much. She looked up. His expression remained calm: We're all learning to live with it, the hate, the fear, as best we can. I don't think we'll figure it all out in this generation. Then, carefully, he tucked a strand of loose hair beneath it and straightened a crease in the cloth. She felt, suddenly, like a small child, being dressed by a careful father. That's plenty of time to fix your nose. They were laughing. He left her there, but she knew he'd send for her when she was needed. She trusted him. Suddenly, she trusted all of them. It was a little stiff and cold, but it was worth it for the way Nerys laughed. He was looking at Nerys with great fondness. Jadzia watched him over Nerys's shoulder and wondered if Nerys recognised his affection. Bareil took it from her and calmly folded it over her hair. They will listen. Other people trembled with fear. Nerys trembled too. But her trembling was an inspiration. People might fight her, or disagree, but she could never be ignored. Her face was still, her wrists held up towards the sky. But where was the sky, Jadzia thought, when you were in space? Jadzia meant to leave the room, to give Nerys this space, her peace, but she instead she stayed, observing Nerys's slow breaths, the sharpness of her posture, the pale underside of her wrists. She stayed so long her feet ached, and then she sat on the floor, watching Nerys, watching her here, whole and silent and safe. She had read about meditation; Emony had dabbled in it. But that aspect of spirituality had never interested her. She could feel her toes itch, her shoulders ache. Bajorans, Vulcans: The pale candles reflected light on Nerys's cheeks, her throat. She tried to model her breathing on Nerys's own, but Nerys was breathing too slowly, and it made Jadzia feel like she might choke. Try it for thirty seconds, first, then a minute. I've got used to it. She swallowed hard and rested her head against Nerys's shoulder. Nerys's uniform smelt like smoke and tallow, like a Bajoran forest at dusk. Nerys stroked Jadzia's hair, her cheek. I certainly won't allow my own people to do it. She wrapped her arms around Jadzia's torso. Kira Nerys and Jadzia Dax. Jadzia dax kira nerys clit. Jadzia dax kira nerys clit Kira Nerys, Nana visitor, Star Trek, bajoran, That poses naked on an armchair fondling her clit and stuffing a dildo in between her pussy lips in front of cam. Deanna Troi and Beverly Crusher. This was a story that I wrote on Deviantart that I decided to post here. I have been in utter bliss since I have obeyed you, my true queen. I love you and I pledge my life to you. You have proven yourself to be loyal to me and I know you will continue to obey me. The Intendant rewarded her new slave with a nice massage to her pussy to keep Kira obedient. It sent Kira into a deep trance that lasted for a few minutes, due to the sheer bliss of obeying her goddess. During this, Ezri sat to the side, waiting her turn. Although she was jealous of the Intendant taking priority with Kira, she knew that if it was the Goddess's will, then she had no place to argue. Plus, Kira was far more beautiful, as she looked the same as the Goddess. Ezri happily obeyed. I want you and her to kiss..

When she returned to Quark's, all the ice had melted in her drink. She didn't ask to go. There was no reason for her to go on that particular mission and maybe he did need her in Ops.

Or maybe Jadzia dax kira nerys clit didn't think she could remain a collected Starfleet officer, that her hands would shake on the phaser; she'd see Kira's lifeless body and break.

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Maybe he was even right. Emony would have worked out or done a head-stand; Tobin would have Jadzia dax kira nerys clit a trans-warp coil to take apart; Audrid would have made palm-root stew. Jadzia didn't know what she should do, other than sit in Ops and listen to two Bajorans bicker and stare at the space next to the wormhole. She monitored the subspace frequencies and drummed her finger-nails against the base of the consul. They made a pleasing rat-tat rat-tat rat-tat.

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She didn't try to take her mind off it; it wouldn't work. She listened to her nails and monitored messages and thought about Nerys. She thought about her until it seemed like she had never been thinking about anything else. When Nerys came back alive the relief was so sharp it was almost like pain. Jadzia heard her over the comm line when Benjamin requested they be beamed back on board. She was complaining about how much there was to do and how she didn't have time for Bashir to bring her to sickbay.

Jadzia could hear the pain in her voice even in the Jadzia dax kira nerys clit communication, but she didn't request to speak to her. She didn't even ask how she was. If anything was really wrong, Jadzia dax kira nerys clit would tell her. She trusted him in that.

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And she stayed in Ops, because she was on duty, even though it hurt not to be able to go to sickbay and at least look at Nerys, to reassure herself that she really was OK. That's what Benjamin didn't want to say to me. Her uniforms were still neatly folded next to Jadzia's, untouched since she left.

We know lots of things about pain. She'd knew, she knew better than anyone other than Nerys herself, that terrible things had happened in Nerys's past. That she'd seen death and despair, had her family destroyed, her youth eroded, she'd been raped, violated, more than once.

And yet, somehow, it was harder for Jadzia now: Nerys gripped her hand. We've got work to do. She looked completely collected Jadzia dax kira nerys clit Jadzia was leaning against the door-frame trying to keep her breathing steady.

Learn more here held Nerys's hand so hard it was painful. Jadzia swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth. They shouldn't rely on the Cardassians for anything. If they're going to torture me, it should be on our own terms, not something they picked up years ago in a prison Jadzia dax kira nerys clit.

The runabout was Jadzia dax kira nerys clit with merchants, cleaning crew and family memebers. Despite the gravity of the situation, the mood around them was surprisingly jolly. The Klingon restaurant owner had suggested a song, and two human merchants were playing a loud game of cards with an anxious Bajoran child. Nerys and Jadzia were standing to give space for others to sit. The only other member of the ship's staff was the pilot, and he seemed determined not to be distracted from his flight plan.

Jadzia rested her chin on Nerys's shoulder.

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She could feel the tension in Nerys's body, and knew the mission, however it went, would be gruelling, but, like the rest of the shuttle, she felt slightly giddy. She felt grateful to be with Nerys, that no matter what happened, she would not be waiting in Ops, hoping, her skin alive with tension. Nerys Jadzia dax kira nerys clit her cheek against Jadzia's for a moment before pulling away.

I'd never do anything so self-serving. Or obvious.

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He just didn't have a very active sex life. He preferred engines. But I do have a piece of him, inside.

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There's a difference. I honour him by working on pre-impulse drives, just as I hope one day my next host will remember me by Have I mentioned that I'm really glad you came back in one piece? There's our moon. Home at last.

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She was still trying to take it in. It was one thing to hear stories about refugee colonies, another to be on the barren moon, feelings its heat and hearing the palukoos skitter over the rocks. It was just frozen. The hard edges of the shuttle seemed determined to cut into her Jadzia dax kira nerys clit and each of her limbs. She couldn't get into a comfortable position. Jadzia dax kira nerys clit, that was in summer. We all got lice.

It happens when too many people live too close together. And in summer, all the water dries up on these moons.

Click here never had those. The other women never wanted to. I already had them in my hair, after all.

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I always imagined it. The sex, not lice. How warm it would be in the winter. The companionship. Having Jadzia dax kira nerys clit who knew me so well. No thanks. They were all watching a large view screen that covered one wall. The screen was Jadzia dax kira nerys clit, showing an approaching Cardassian vessel.

The doors closed behind him. But when I was Prefect of this station the Major used to service my senior officers and myself. Put it another way; we fucked the living daylights out of her. Taking hold of her shoulders he guided her to the chair. I gather by your reaction it is not true.

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In your own time Jadzia dax kira nerys clit, or may I call you Kira? What you may not know is I was captured by the Cardassians and held captive, Jadzia dax kira nerys clit in a Concentration Camp. After a while Gul Dukat had me transferred to the space station and kept me in the Constables holding cells.

It was there that Gul Dukat and five of his officers raped me repeatedly. Gul Dukat personally fucked my arse, twat and shoved his stinking prick down my throat.

The Bajoran Resistance Movement got to hear of this and after extreme efforts affected my escape enabling me to continue my fight. Vowing that one day I would kill Dukat. Now that bastard is on this space station.

Fic: "From a Small Moon", Kira Nerys/Jadzia Dax, NC-17

Surely there must have been a time you could have inflicted some form of injury on him, for instance, when he had his member in your mouth you could have tried to bite it?

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Xvideos sweden Watch Www pussy picturs com Video Sexe website. Would you like to be on your knees, Lieutenant? Right here in this turbo lift? Their bodies were still not quite touching. Nerys could hear the slight shudder in her breath. Then the turbo life ground to a stop, and Jadzia shoved herself away from Nerys, almost colliding with the ensign coming in. Nerys smiled, greeted the ensign, and looked resolutely ahead, not at Jadzia. She was usually the one who was flushed and stammering, not Dax, and she liked the change. Hot and wet and sweaty, imagining kneeling to me in that lift, all mine for everyone to see? Into our quarters at once. Clothes off, and on your knees. Sometimes it was hard to speak to Jadzia with any kind of control. Jadzia dropped her eyes, nibbling at her lower lip. She stripped off her tunic and looked at herself in the mirror. Her shirt was damp with sweat at her armpits and her hair was out of place. She undid the top button of her trousers and slid her hand into them, to her pussy. Her pulse quickened as her fingers met moist hair. How long to leave Jadzia waiting? She liked the image of her naked, kneeling, aroused, wishing that she would come back in, but she liked it so much she couldn't resist it. Jadzia was watching the door. She was kneeling, facing the bedroom, back very upright. Nerys was amazed all over again by her slenderness, belying her physical strength. She briefly wondered what gagging Jadzia would be like, and decided she would much rather have Jadzia talking, because Jadzia could say some truly filthy things. Long enough to have discovered plenty of things I like. Nerys went to her and undid it, smoothing her hands through it, letting it fall over Jadzia's shoulders. There was something about Jadzia's hair that said luxury to Nerys, and it was a luxury she could never resist. How could Jadzia kneel, bound, at her feet, and still make Nerys feel like Jadzia was the one who was in control, who was orchestrating all of this? How improper of them. She could feel Jadzia's muscles strain as she followed the movement of Nerys's mouth. I don't know how Starfleet let you in. She spoke instead. Felt how hot you are in there? Feel its heat. Slide my finger inside you, feel how tight you are, feel your pulse against me. I'd like to do it while my other hand's on your vulva, slick and wet, and feel the contrast. It'd make you whimper. Nerys had barely slept the night before, watching Jadzia drift in and out of dreams, and she'd added two more bags of grain to the pile under the bed before going to work. Because this wasn't going to last. Because life, if nothing else, had taught her to be sensible. Nerys had thought she would meditate, but she couldn't concentrate with Jadzia in her room. That was strange, because she could concentrate with twenty Bajoran children all talking at once, and Jadzia was always very tactful. She came and sat on the bed beside her, defeated. You look beautiful tonight. She meant to give her a quick hug, but Jadzia deftly arranged them so Nerys was resting with her head cushioned on Jadzia's chest, Jadzia's fingers playing softly with her hair. It was nice. She could hear Jadzia's heartbeat against her ear, as faint as distant thunder. I only wanted your beautiful eyes and your soft body, and the way you make me feel like I'm melting somewhere inside. The right ones. Not like you do. It's like they're afraid they'll get bitten. It's very flattering. Nerys shifted, but Jadzia's arm caught her. She wouldn't sleep, she knew it, not here, like this, in Jadzia's arms, but she was so tired, and Jadzia was right, it was warm. The word hawk-moth wandered into her mind. She couldn't put the two concepts together, could only imagine them as two separate flying entities. Both useless creatures: Jadzia's voice trailed off. Nerys thought she should sit up, but she only sank more deeply into Jadzia's embrace. So she slept. And, sleeping, she dreamt. The dreams slid easily into her mind, at first a gentle mixture of spiders and fruit and flying, and then the same old images: Skin torn off. Cardassians grinning calmly as they pulled her teeth and slid their dry, grey fingers over her thighs, up to her pussy. She fought. There were hands on her, a warm heat holding her down, breath against her face. She struggled, lost between dreaming and wakefulness, hitting desperately at whatever held her down. Then she was properly awake, aware she was panting, gasping, aware she had thrown Jadzia's PADD across the room, and that Jadzia was holding one hand to her face, over her eye. Are you all right? Did I hurt you? She took her hand away, and Nerys could see faint swelling in even the dim light. She could breathe properly now, but the adrenaline was still coursing through her. She wanted to run, or fight, or scream, but froze instead, wrapping her arms around her torso, rocking herself slightly. I'm sorry. She hoped she would start shouting. She could take being shouted at. I'm fine; it's just my eye. I'll get Julian to look at it in the morning. She didn't think she could stand Jadzia's warmth against her. Shout, Nerys implored her inside her head. Shout so I can yell right back. She drew her knees up to her chest and nodded. Jadzia was blinking slowly, as though she were trying to gauge how much her eye hurt. Nerys wondered if she should go to the doctor now, but she didn't feel like suggesting it. Jadzia knew her own eye best. The room was full of electronic equipment; entering Odo closed the door behind him. Back on the space station Sisko and Dax boarded the shuttle and took their seats at the pilot and navigational controls in readiness for the launch. Odo materialised on the transport pad. Chapter five The shuttle containing Sisko and Dax moved further and further away from the space station. Sensors are picking up usually high proton counts. There is no corresponding increase inside the cabin. How is that possible? Startled Sisko and Dax looked out of the forward window; a swirling mass of energy suddenly erupted in front of their shuttlecraft. Before either of them could do anything the swirling mass of energy engulfed them. There just: Dax exclaimed in equal surprise. There are none of the usual resonance waves. Could this be how the Orbs found their way into the Bajoran system? Again Dax and Sisko had trouble in controlling the shuttlecraft due to the fierce turbulence. Report Story. Login or Sign Up. The Intendant activated the multidimensional transporter as she and her slaved returned to their realm. I am slightly confused because I know the Mirror episode was when Ezra was the new Dad, and Jadzia was dead so? Did they time travel or..? Ezri Tigan from the Mirror universe never carried the Dax symbiont, so she existed at the same time as Jadzia Dax in the Prime universe. I wasn't really considering timeline that much when writing this, and I'll probably disregard it more in the future, so there's not really a single place in the timeline where you could make it work. Main Content While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Remember Me Forgot password? Get an Invitation. Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Star Trek: Tease Pairing: Nerys opened. The teen poses naked on an armchair fondling her clit and shamelessly dildoing in front of cam Jadzia Dax, Kira Nerys, Quark, Star Trek, bajoran, ferengi, trill. That she'd seen death and despair, had her family destroyed, her youth eroded, she'd been raped, violated, more than once. And yet, somehow, it was harder for Jadzia now: Nerys gripped her hand. We've got work to do. She looked completely collected while Jadzia was leaning against the door-frame trying to keep her breathing steady. She held Nerys's hand so hard it was painful. Jadzia swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth. They shouldn't rely on the Cardassians for anything. If they're going to torture me, it should be on our own terms, not something they picked up years ago in a prison camp. The runabout was crammed with merchants, cleaning crew and family memebers. Despite the gravity of the situation, the mood around them was surprisingly jolly. The Klingon restaurant owner had suggested a song, and two human merchants were playing a loud game of cards with an anxious Bajoran child. Nerys and Jadzia were standing to give space for others to sit. The only other member of the ship's staff was the pilot, and he seemed determined not to be distracted from his flight plan. Jadzia rested her chin on Nerys's shoulder. She could feel the tension in Nerys's body, and knew the mission, however it went, would be gruelling, but, like the rest of the shuttle, she felt slightly giddy. She felt grateful to be with Nerys, that no matter what happened, she would not be waiting in Ops, hoping, her skin alive with tension. Nerys pressed her cheek against Jadzia's for a moment before pulling away. I'd never do anything so self-serving. Or obvious. He just didn't have a very active sex life. He preferred engines. But I do have a piece of him, inside. There's a difference. I honour him by working on pre-impulse drives, just as I hope one day my next host will remember me by Have I mentioned that I'm really glad you came back in one piece? There's our moon. Home at last. She was still trying to take it in. It was one thing to hear stories about refugee colonies, another to be on the barren moon, feelings its heat and hearing the palukoos skitter over the rocks. It was just frozen. The hard edges of the shuttle seemed determined to cut into her sides and each of her limbs. She couldn't get into a comfortable position. No, that was in summer. We all got lice. It happens when too many people live too close together. And in summer, all the water dries up on these moons. I never had those. The other women never wanted to. I already had them in my hair, after all. I always imagined it. The sex, not lice. How warm it would be in the winter. The companionship. Having someone who knew me so well. No thanks. But don't make me pretend I wouldn't rather go somewhere I can be pampered. Especially after a ride like this. It was strange the way insignificant details would occasionally creep up on her in a moment of crisis: Nerys's face was taut and white with pain. For the second time that day. That's an order, Lieutenant. I've only got one; if we'd crashed a Starfleet shuttle we'd have a better medkit. She took as much of Nerys's weight as she could. She was all bone and wiry muscle and she was shivering slightly, although the evening was humid. Hold on , Jadzia willed her. Don't go into shock. She felt strong as she helped Nerys walk, as she quashed her complaints. She, Jadzia, was in control of this situation. She wasn't sitting futilely in Ops, hoping. She had Nerys in her arms and she was going to save her and bring the evidence of Cardassian involvement to the Bajoran government. Then she'd take them both home. And then maybe they'd go to Risa. There was nothing she couldn't do. The voices came closer, twigs snapping under approaching feet. Jadzia felt a flash of panic and tried to help Nerys to crouch down among the long leaves, but that was the moment Nerys fainted in her arms, strong limbs going loose and slack. Jadzia slipped under the unexpected weight, cradling Nerys's shoulders. She tried to keep her from bumping her head. She was holding the warm body close to her, all her muscles tense, when the hand clamped down on her shoulder. She would fight, she would fight all the Bajorans, and the Cardassians, too, if she had to. She would win. She wouldn't let anything else happen to Nerys. We'll have to move quickly; the extremists have better resources than we do. In the dim light, she could make out only a general impression of the man:.

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Meanwhile, her experiences during the Occupation of Bajor https://woodporn.best/jerking/web-07-11-2019.php still more info much alive in Kira's mind Author's Note: This fic was inspired by Major Kira's comment in the season two episode Necessary Evil.

When Kira thinks that Odo might be propositioning her, she says, "I don't do that. Not for money and not for food. I'm currently watching Deep Space Nine Jadzia dax kira nerys clit the first time and I'm only at the beginning of season three, so if this Jadzia dax kira nerys clit containts elements that are inconsistent with later series, please forgive it.

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Before either of them could do anything the swirling mass of energy engulfed them. There just: Dax exclaimed in equal surprise. There are none of the usual resonance waves. Could this be how the Orbs found their way into the Bajoran system? Again Dax and Sisko had trouble in controlling the shuttlecraft due to the fierce turbulence. Report Story. Login or Sign Up. Literotica is a trademark. No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission. Forgot your password? Security code: Submit bug report. Previous Next 7 Pages: Stories Poems Story Series. Tags Portal Chat Forum. Adult Store Movies Webcams. Change picture Your current user avatar, all sizes: So she slept. And, sleeping, she dreamt. The dreams slid easily into her mind, at first a gentle mixture of spiders and fruit and flying, and then the same old images: Skin torn off. Cardassians grinning calmly as they pulled her teeth and slid their dry, grey fingers over her thighs, up to her pussy. She fought. There were hands on her, a warm heat holding her down, breath against her face. She struggled, lost between dreaming and wakefulness, hitting desperately at whatever held her down. Then she was properly awake, aware she was panting, gasping, aware she had thrown Jadzia's PADD across the room, and that Jadzia was holding one hand to her face, over her eye. Are you all right? Did I hurt you? She took her hand away, and Nerys could see faint swelling in even the dim light. She could breathe properly now, but the adrenaline was still coursing through her. She wanted to run, or fight, or scream, but froze instead, wrapping her arms around her torso, rocking herself slightly. I'm sorry. She hoped she would start shouting. She could take being shouted at. I'm fine; it's just my eye. I'll get Julian to look at it in the morning. She didn't think she could stand Jadzia's warmth against her. Shout, Nerys implored her inside her head. Shout so I can yell right back. She drew her knees up to her chest and nodded. Jadzia was blinking slowly, as though she were trying to gauge how much her eye hurt. Nerys wondered if she should go to the doctor now, but she didn't feel like suggesting it. Jadzia knew her own eye best. When I sleep deeply, I get them. I didn't get them before I came here, not really. I don't know why it's now. Now you'll see how flawed I am, she thought. You'll run away. In case I dreamt. You're still shivering. Come here. She wasn't cold, exactly: You must be running on hardly any sleep. Jadzia put her arm around her again, and Nerys wanted to shrug her off, but didn't. You can relax a little. Be more gentle with yourself. You can fall apart a bit, you know. It won't be the end. I still won't leave. She kept her eyes open, open and dry and safe. It's the most soporific thing I can think of. It was already bruising purple, and without Julian's administrations it would probably swell shut. Nerys watched Jadzia touching her face awkwardly, and hated herself for inflicting so much damage on someone she cared about so much. Accident in a Holosuit? Cheated at Dabo? My terrifying Bajoran lover beat me? No one would believe you cheat. You could take a day off, you know. Julian could give you something to help you sleep. You're the one who's beaten up. Maybe I should keep it for the Klingon delegation tomorrow. I feel sick, looking at it. I was only joking. Nerys stood in her quarters, feeling strangely dizzy and exposed. She looked in her cupboard and under the bed, and counted the bags of grain and pulses. Long enough, she thought. Then she felt better enough to put on her uniform, drink tea, and appear in Ops looking composed. I was too tired. Possibly during some kind of counselling. Instead it came out at once, with no build-up. Jadzia didn't say anything. She didn't try to touch her, either. Nerys was still sitting at Jadzia's table, where they'd eaten a replicated dinner of Bajoran delicacies. If I didn't fight, I was just letting it happen. And if I was just going to let it happen, I might as well have let them pay me. Not to me. It wasn't bad, not really. It could have been worse. It was worse, for other girls. She shrugged. I could have given it to someone else, if I couldn't eat it. And I have no intention of letting the Major remain on Bajor any longer than she has to. I'm being ridiculous. As if the Federation wasn't the best thing to happen to business in this sector. And blue. I feel like something blue today. I am helping. You can't expect me to leave my brother unsupervised in the bar for a whole night. All those weapons. All the phaser fire. It's so unstable. Who knows what will happen tomorrow? This place could be overrun by extremists, and extremists are not heavy drinkers. We all should. It was potent, a syrupy sweet taste mingling with something bitter and fiery. Just what I needed to hear. Ops to Lieutenant Dax. Nerys was wearing green, and her skin had lost some of its interstellar pallor. She looked tired. I've heard it's becoming more and more unsettled down there. How are things at the monastery? Are you all right? No matter how much you tried, normal eye contact couldn't be achieved from screen to screen. Jadzia had always found this a bit unsettling. Still, Nerys seemed to be deliberately looking past her, towards something in the distance. She was standing by a window, in pale, evening light, and shadows of leaves rippled over her face and throat. An encounter with one of our Orbs. But it was all right, I felt the prophets, their guidance They're something to do with the Prophets. I'm impressed by your attention to detail. I thought being here would help. For so long, it's been so hard to meditate. I thought I needed to get back to Bajor. Do you have any idea how had it is to get your hands on burn salve here? You can just replicate it on the station. Or use a dermal regenerator. And then I'm sitting by the river and I think that I've never really had a vacation before. And I try to meditate. I think the Orb will have helped with that. It reminded me Jadzia watched the shadows of leaves dancing over her face. Jadzia, I have heard phaser fire: I know something is wrong. Nerys put a hand to her temple. It'll be all right, Lieutenant, I know how to take care of myself. I still worry about you though. Jadzia didn't get a chance to prepare herself for that familiar face blinking away to nothing. She stared at the Starfleet symbol left on the screen and every time she started to look away, she looked back. When she returned to Quark's, all the ice had melted in her drink. She didn't ask to go. There was no reason for her to go on that particular mission and maybe he did need her in Ops. Or maybe he didn't think she could remain a collected Starfleet officer, that her hands would shake on the phaser; she'd see Kira's lifeless body and break. Maybe he was even right. Emony would have worked out or done a head-stand; Tobin would have found a trans-warp coil to take apart; Audrid would have made palm-root stew. Jadzia didn't know what she should do, other than sit in Ops and listen to two Bajorans bicker and stare at the space next to the wormhole. She monitored the subspace frequencies and drummed her finger-nails against the base of the consul. They made a pleasing rat-tat rat-tat rat-tat. She didn't try to take her mind off it; it wouldn't work. She listened to her nails and monitored messages and thought about Nerys. She thought about her until it seemed like she had never been thinking about anything else. When Nerys came back alive the relief was so sharp it was almost like pain. Jadzia heard her over the comm line when Benjamin requested they be beamed back on board. She was complaining about how much there was to do and how she didn't have time for Bashir to bring her to sickbay. Jadzia could hear the pain in her voice even in the brief communication, but she didn't request to speak to her. She didn't even ask how she was. If anything was really wrong, Benjamin would tell her. She trusted him in that. And she stayed in Ops, because she was on duty, even though it hurt not to be able to go to sickbay and at least look at Nerys, to reassure herself that she really was OK. That's what Benjamin didn't want to say to me. Her uniforms were still neatly folded next to Jadzia's, untouched since she left. We know lots of things about pain. She'd knew, she knew better than anyone other than Nerys herself, that terrible things had happened in Nerys's past. That she'd seen death and despair, had her family destroyed, her youth eroded, she'd been raped, violated, more than once. And yet, somehow, it was harder for Jadzia now: Nerys gripped her hand. We've got work to do. She looked completely collected while Jadzia was leaning against the door-frame trying to keep her breathing steady. She held Nerys's hand so hard it was painful. Jadzia swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth. They shouldn't rely on the Cardassians for anything. If they're going to torture me, it should be on our own terms, not something they picked up years ago in a prison camp. The runabout was crammed with merchants, cleaning crew and family memebers. Despite the gravity of the situation, the mood around them was surprisingly jolly. The Klingon restaurant owner had suggested a song, and two human merchants were playing a loud game of cards with an anxious Bajoran child. Nerys and Jadzia were standing to give space for others to sit. The only other member of the ship's staff was the pilot, and he seemed determined not to be distracted from his flight plan. Jadzia rested her chin on Nerys's shoulder. She could feel the tension in Nerys's body, and knew the mission, however it went, would be gruelling, but, like the rest of the shuttle, she felt slightly giddy. She felt grateful to be with Nerys, that no matter what happened, she would not be waiting in Ops, hoping, her skin alive with tension. Nerys pressed her cheek against Jadzia's for a moment before pulling away. Nerys's hand met no resistance: She resisted. She scraped her fingernails against the sides of Jadzia's labia, and listened to Jadzia's answering whimper. I love the sounds you make when you want me. I have you on your knees trembling, begging for more, and you love it, don't you, Lieutenant? She pinched her thigh. Nerys scrapped her fingernails down the inside of Jadzia's thighs. She stood up, undoing her own pants and tugging them down with one hand. Jadzia was watching her, hands balled into fists. She ran her fingers through her own pubic hair, smelling its faint musk, and stroked her pussy. She was wet too, clit pulsing under her fingers, but not as wet as Jadzia. I was thinking about how fierce you are, and how wet it makes me when you look at me with that same glare you give the politicians. You like me too much. I could just leave you here like this for hours, like a beautiful decoration, and not let you come. You can't resist doing things to me when you look at me. She ducked her head forward, nipping at Jadzia's exposed butt-cheek, inhaling the musky scent of her vulva. Do you have any idea what it does to me, that fierce expression you have? There's so much intensity in you, it's like fucking a targ. Jadzia moaned faintly and bucked her hips up. Her thighs, Nerys noticed, were trembling, but she wasn't trying to move out of the position she'd been put in. She rested one hand on the ground by Jadzia's stomach to steady herself, and slid her other hand down to her own vulva, sliding her fingers over her slick folds. She sucked at the soft folds, feeling Jadzia's heat against her tongue and tasting her: She was so wet and hot it was almost oppressive. She listened to Jadzia's faint whimper. She nipped the sensitive flesh gently, and pulled herself away..

She started stockpiling Jadzia dax kira nerys clit in her quarters during the first week. There'd go here been food like this before—not regularly, not reliably. When she was a child, food came if there were a good harvest, and if the Cardassians were willing to spare it; when she had to fend for herself, food came if she could lay her hands on it. She replicated grains and pulses, Jadzia dax kira nerys clit that would last, and hid them in the narrow Cardassian cupboards and under her bed.

She had money now, too, and she bought food from vendors on the promenade. She bought more than she could comfortably eat, but it took her some time to tire of the luxury of being overfed, of having leftovers. During the first weeks, she watched the humans eat—amazed to see them so certain of each mouthful that they leant back from their plates and looked around at one another.

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She listened to them comment on the tastes, the differences between each delicacy. She could remember her father talking about the flavour of certain fruits, the scent of ginger tea, but the taste had always seemed trivial to her.

It seemed indulgent to care about anything beyond the number of mouths you could feed. So she stockpiled and counted how many days she could last when everything went wrong, and then how many days she could last if she fed some of the other Bajorans too.

She would count each night before Jadzia dax kira nerys clit slept and think, long enough. Long enough. Long enough for what, she was not sure.

There was a lot of sex in the resistance: No one wanted to spend what might be their last night alone; no one wanted to miss their only chance to kiss the girl they liked. Nerys didn't want to miss that chance either, but the women she wanted to kiss were usually being kissed by men instead.

She'd spent the night with men several times because she, too, was aware that this might be her last chance, and Jadzia dax kira nerys clit thought holding and being held by the wrong person might be better than not being held at all.

But in the end, she just click for source she'd rather not be held, not feel a man against her, his breath on her face. So she kicked or declined politely, depending. She didn't think about the Cardassians. She'd loved before, Jadzia dax kira nerys clit thought she'd loved. Fierce, brave women with too much anger in them, like her, women who, like her, were waiting to die for Bajor and their faith. She loved them when they were with her, when they struggled together to make shuttles fly or to find something to feed six or eight or twenty starving mouths, and she listened to them fuck men and clung to the sound of each intake of their breath and every sigh.

Then they were gone. She didn't think about Jadzia dax kira nerys clit after that.

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Nerys had turned away from pain so often that she no longer noticed the turning. It was all instinct. But, despite her good instincts, she was thinking about a woman with tangled dark hair and a broken nose the first time she spoke to Jadzia Dax.

Videos Saxse Watch Hardcore lion king porn games Video Xxxnzzz Wxzz. Obey your desires. Obey ME. Kira, wanting to be part of the bliss, came and licked Jadzia's cum. The Intendant activated the multidimensional transporter as she and her slaved returned to their realm. I am slightly confused because I know the Mirror episode was when Ezra was the new Dad, and Jadzia was dead so? Did they time travel or..? Ezri Tigan from the Mirror universe never carried the Dax symbiont, so she existed at the same time as Jadzia Dax in the Prime universe. I wasn't really considering timeline that much when writing this, and I'll probably disregard it more in the future, so there's not really a single place in the timeline where you could make it work. Main Content While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Remember Me Forgot password? Get an Invitation. Explicit Archive Warning: The sensation was electrifying for both of them, Kira orgasmed first followed a split second later by Julian pumping load after load of his cum deep into her. Thoroughly exhausted they both fell into a deep sleep. Chapter four Meanwhile in another part of the space station Sisko and Dax where in the science lab, discussing the Prophets Orb. I have had a computer set-up to interface with their historical data banks. The eight other Orbs are probably in some Cardassian lab being turned upside down and inside out. They were all watching a large view screen that covered one wall. The screen was active, showing an approaching Cardassian vessel. The doors closed behind him. But when I was Prefect of this station the Major used to service my senior officers and myself. Put it another way; we fucked the living daylights out of her. Taking hold of her shoulders he guided her to the chair. I gather by your reaction it is not true. In your own time Major, or may I call you Kira? What you may not know is I was captured by the Cardassians and held captive, placed in a Concentration Camp. After a while Gul Dukat had me transferred to the space station and kept me in the Constables holding cells. It was there that Gul Dukat and five of his officers raped me repeatedly. Jadzia dax kira nerys clit. Jadzia dax kira nerys clit Kira Nerys, Nana visitor, Star Trek, bajoran, That poses naked on an armchair fondling her clit and stuffing a dildo in between her pussy lips in front of cam. Nerys opened Jadzia dax kira nerys clit The teen poses naked on an armchair fondling her clit and shamelessly dildoing in front of cam Jadzia Dax, Kira Nerys, Quark, Star Trek, bajoran, ferengi, trill. I was angry. Jadzia put her hand on her shoulder, soft hair tickling Nerys's arm. But she didn't ask any more questions, and so Nerys could lull herself to sleep by going over her stock of food. She dozed rather than slept when she spent the night with Jadzia. She remained half awake, watching her breathe and turn in her sleep, cataloguing the shadows against her limbs and the little noises she made in her dreams. Nerys watched her face, open and young, not as controlled as she was in wakefulness, and relished these moments when she could see this. She didn't think she'd have them for long. On the nights she spent alone, she was exhausted and sank into a heavy sleep. She struggled to wake from it even when she dreamt that there were hands holding her down, that she was staring into a smiling Cardassian face. She didn't consider asking Bashir to help her regulate her sleep cycles; she had thrived on much less sleep than this. Still, some days when she walked she felt as though she were floating, and her hands did not seem quite under her control. Jadzia mentioned it while they were eating dinner. It was something Jadzia had chosen: She had been trying not to bolt her food lately, because Jadzia ate so slowly, and finishing first made her feel embarrassed. The embarrassment bothered her too: A year ago I A year ago, half the women I knew would have had sex with a Cardassian for a quarter of what I have in front of me. There was no humour in her face, but the voice had been teasing. She was, Nerys thought, trying to make this easier. Not worrying that someone might take the plate from her. Your back hasn't spent one night sleeping on rocky ground in all its overprivileged life. I went on a very unfortunate camping trip once She left the food. She left Jadzia. She heard Jadzia calling her, but she didn't turn around. She went to her room and paced and fumed. Her ridiculous, overly large room. She'd never had her own room before, not like this. She'd shared with her family, and then it was dormitories, then anywhere she could find to sleep. She paced, looking at her bed, at the blankets. She opened the cupboards and checked on the food. Jadzia called to her door before she had time to collect her thoughts. She hid a bag of grain beneath a blanket and let her in. Jadzia was always touching her—there was a whole language of gesture and caress she used to communicate with Nerys, but Nerys didn't really understand it, or how she was supposed to respond. All the rest of this She guided Nerys towards the bed. Nerys sat, and stripped off her tunic. She wanted the only thing that made sense: You think about my pussy, don't you, whenever we're together. What is it you like? The pleasure I get from it? Yes, I like I like being in control of you. I like knowing I can have that effect on you. I like it It was all so new. I like it when you're vulnerable to me. Nerys could feel teeth against her lips. She took Nerys's hands in hers. A prisoner, maybe? She hoped this line of questioning would go in a certain direction, but she wasn't sure how to form the words to ask for it herself. Bind my arms, to start with. Then you really will be in control, won't you? Next time—if such a thing occurred again. She tied Jadzia's hands behind her back; the knots were not her most accomplished, she thought perhaps Jadzia could wriggle free if she chose, but Jadzia didn't seem to want to test them. She was smiling still, watching Nerys, trusting, her skin soft and supple, the dark scarf and the pattern of spots standing out starkly again it. She was so trusting, so assured. For a brief moment Nerys wanted to hit her face, to twist her nipple, pull out a chunk of her hair: But then it was enough to know she could do those things, but would choose not to. Jadzia might be hurt, one day, but not here, and not by her. Nerys pushed her back onto the bed. She had her kneel. Then the turbo life ground to a stop, and Jadzia shoved herself away from Nerys, almost colliding with the ensign coming in. Nerys smiled, greeted the ensign, and looked resolutely ahead, not at Jadzia. She was usually the one who was flushed and stammering, not Dax, and she liked the change. Hot and wet and sweaty, imagining kneeling to me in that lift, all mine for everyone to see? Into our quarters at once. Clothes off, and on your knees. Sometimes it was hard to speak to Jadzia with any kind of control. Jadzia dropped her eyes, nibbling at her lower lip. She stripped off her tunic and looked at herself in the mirror. Her shirt was damp with sweat at her armpits and her hair was out of place. She undid the top button of her trousers and slid her hand into them, to her pussy. Her pulse quickened as her fingers met moist hair. How long to leave Jadzia waiting? She liked the image of her naked, kneeling, aroused, wishing that she would come back in, but she liked it so much she couldn't resist it. Jadzia was watching the door. She was kneeling, facing the bedroom, back very upright. Nerys was amazed all over again by her slenderness, belying her physical strength. Nerys ran her fingers over Jadzia's jaw, and to her mouth. She watched the nipples her harden. Do you want to touch yourself? Fuck me. Ops to Lieutenant Dax. Nerys was wearing green, and her skin had lost some of its interstellar pallor. She looked tired. I've heard it's becoming more and more unsettled down there. How are things at the monastery? Are you all right? No matter how much you tried, normal eye contact couldn't be achieved from screen to screen. Jadzia had always found this a bit unsettling. Still, Nerys seemed to be deliberately looking past her, towards something in the distance. She was standing by a window, in pale, evening light, and shadows of leaves rippled over her face and throat. An encounter with one of our Orbs. But it was all right, I felt the prophets, their guidance They're something to do with the Prophets. I'm impressed by your attention to detail. I thought being here would help. For so long, it's been so hard to meditate. I thought I needed to get back to Bajor. Do you have any idea how had it is to get your hands on burn salve here? You can just replicate it on the station. Or use a dermal regenerator. And then I'm sitting by the river and I think that I've never really had a vacation before. And I try to meditate. I think the Orb will have helped with that. It reminded me Jadzia watched the shadows of leaves dancing over her face. Jadzia, I have heard phaser fire: I know something is wrong. Nerys put a hand to her temple. It'll be all right, Lieutenant, I know how to take care of myself. I still worry about you though. Jadzia didn't get a chance to prepare herself for that familiar face blinking away to nothing. She stared at the Starfleet symbol left on the screen and every time she started to look away, she looked back. When she returned to Quark's, all the ice had melted in her drink. She didn't ask to go. There was no reason for her to go on that particular mission and maybe he did need her in Ops. Or maybe he didn't think she could remain a collected Starfleet officer, that her hands would shake on the phaser; she'd see Kira's lifeless body and break. Maybe he was even right. Emony would have worked out or done a head-stand; Tobin would have found a trans-warp coil to take apart; Audrid would have made palm-root stew. Jadzia didn't know what she should do, other than sit in Ops and listen to two Bajorans bicker and stare at the space next to the wormhole. She monitored the subspace frequencies and drummed her finger-nails against the base of the consul. They made a pleasing rat-tat rat-tat rat-tat. She didn't try to take her mind off it; it wouldn't work. She listened to her nails and monitored messages and thought about Nerys. She thought about her until it seemed like she had never been thinking about anything else. When Nerys came back alive the relief was so sharp it was almost like pain. Jadzia heard her over the comm line when Benjamin requested they be beamed back on board. She was complaining about how much there was to do and how she didn't have time for Bashir to bring her to sickbay. Jadzia could hear the pain in her voice even in the brief communication, but she didn't request to speak to her. She didn't even ask how she was. If anything was really wrong, Benjamin would tell her. She trusted him in that. And she stayed in Ops, because she was on duty, even though it hurt not to be able to go to sickbay and at least look at Nerys, to reassure herself that she really was OK. That's what Benjamin didn't want to say to me. Her uniforms were still neatly folded next to Jadzia's, untouched since she left. We know lots of things about pain. She'd knew, she knew better than anyone other than Nerys herself, that terrible things had happened in Nerys's past. That she'd seen death and despair, had her family destroyed, her youth eroded, she'd been raped, violated, more than once. And yet, somehow, it was harder for Jadzia now: Nerys gripped her hand. We've got work to do. She looked completely collected while Jadzia was leaning against the door-frame trying to keep her breathing steady. She held Nerys's hand so hard it was painful. Jadzia swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth. They shouldn't rely on the Cardassians for anything. If they're going to torture me, it should be on our own terms, not something they picked up years ago in a prison camp. The runabout was crammed with merchants, cleaning crew and family memebers. Despite the gravity of the situation, the mood around them was surprisingly jolly. The Klingon restaurant owner had suggested a song, and two human merchants were playing a loud game of cards with an anxious Bajoran child. Nerys and Jadzia were standing to give space for others to sit. The only other member of the ship's staff was the pilot, and he seemed determined not to be distracted from his flight plan. Jadzia rested her chin on Nerys's shoulder. She could feel the tension in Nerys's body, and knew the mission, however it went, would be gruelling, but, like the rest of the shuttle, she felt slightly giddy. She felt grateful to be with Nerys, that no matter what happened, she would not be waiting in Ops, hoping, her skin alive with tension. Nerys pressed her cheek against Jadzia's for a moment before pulling away..

She was wondering, as she had so often wondered, what that woman's mouth would have felt like beneath her own. She could no this web page remember that woman's name, but she remembered how bravely she had fought. That was why she kissed Jadzia first, because hadn't finished fighting, because she knew what indecision cost.

Because she had fought for so long and, damn it all, she deserved to kiss that mouth, to hold a woman, to feel a woman spread out open before her.

She raised her hand to her mouth and smelt her fingers: She slide two of them into her mouth, but she could only taste the barest hint of Jadzia. It was nothing like burying her face between Jadzia's legs, licking her damp labia and feeling Jadzia shudder. She'd wanted to taste a woman like that all her life. The protocol in refugee camps was Jadzia dax kira nerys clit get up at first light and beat the insects out of the blanket.

If you were feeling particularly chivalrous, you might share food with your Jadzia dax kira nerys clit, if you could find some. Nerys didn't know what the protocol here was. She was still getting used to sleeping under blankets free from lice. She didn't know what to do, but she hated indecision, so she rolled over, because she wanted to press her face into Jadzia's neck.

She breathed in, letting the soft hair fall into her face. She'd had long hair once, but it had Jadzia dax kira nerys clit been like Jadzia's—soft and luxurious and always clean Jadzia dax kira nerys clit smooth.

Hers had been tangled and broken and she'd cut it one summer when there'd been an infestation of some sort of louse on the moons and she'd never wanted to grow it back.

It was so different, living like this. She ran her fingers over the spots on Jadzia's neck, and then down, over her arm, to her flank.

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Jadzia made a soft, sleepy sound. So relaxed, Nerys thought, watching her not grabbing for her blanket, not tensing against attack. It made her feel protective. Jadzia smiled, not opening her eyes.

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She stretched, back arching. Nerys watched the way the motion changed the shape of her breasts. She blinked slowly, sleepily, and traced her fingers down the side of Nerys's face. Nerys didn't know how to respond to that.

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Jadzia dax kira nerys clit dropped her gaze, looking at the hollow of Jadzia's throat, the tender lines of her collarbones. Jadzia leant towards her and kissed her, soft, without the urgency of the previous evening. She hadn't realised, either, that there would be the promise of more, that Jadzia would still be here, so warm and willing and ready.

Nerys kissed her again, not knowing, tasting the salt on Jadzia's lips, the sourness of her mouth first thing in the morning. She forgot to count the food stocks on Jadzia dax kira nerys clit nights when she slept with Jadzia. She'd known all her life she wanted this, she wanted to feel a woman open up to her like this, and now she had it, she never wanted it to stop. I like it. It's like you belong to me.

She loved the taste of Jadzia in her mouth. It was more info Nerys wasn't sure what time it was, but the importance of sleep always seem to pale in comparison to the importance of spending time with Jadzia. She seemed young, suddenly, to Nerys, even though she was so much older.

Her body was so perfect: I can guess, but I don't want to put words into your mouth.

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That about covers it. I can't imagine how frightened you must have been. Nerys listened to its gentleness and was sure Jadzia was trying to draw her out. That was normal, Jadzia dax kira nerys clit supposed.

Couples always talked and talked. Nerys didn't know what to say, and didn't think she would be as an apt a pupil at it as she was at giving head.

I was angry. Jadzia put her hand on her shoulder, soft hair tickling Nerys's arm. But she didn't ask any more questions, and so Nerys could lull herself to sleep by going over her stock of food. She dozed rather than slept when she spent the night with Jadzia. She remained half awake, watching her breathe and Jadzia dax kira nerys clit in her sleep, cataloguing the shadows against her limbs and the little noises she made in her dreams.

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Nerys watched her face, open and young, not as controlled as she was in wakefulness, and relished these moments when she could see this. "Do the other characters in your dream see you as Jadzia Dax?

Occasionally, he did use that strength to exert a little pressure on her clitoris, sending "Jadzia ", Kira Nerys said, undisguised wonderment in her voice, "that must really hurt.

“Jadzia; maybe we could get together later for dinner; or, or, or ” “I would be delighted.” As Dax and Sisko walked away from Julian and Kira, Sisko Jadzia dax kira nerys clit in Dax's ear, her clitoris she began to rotate her fingers round and round the hardening nub.

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Livexxx Sex Watch Bigtits pussy milfs Video Austin fuck. I'm not even saying anything obscene. I could say much worse things, if you like. I used to be a young man just like you, after all. One day I'll have to tell you about the things my host Torias used to do when he was your age. She almost relaxed. When, at last, she went back to her quarters, she thought she might sleep. Instead, she lay in bed, tangled in the sheets, and thought about Nilani Kahn waiting for a Torias who would not come back. She thought about how much worse it was for the one waiting at home for a lover who might or might not return. Then she worried about Nerys and Cardassian prison camps, which made her feel guilty for thinking of Nerys as the lucky one. The bed was clammy and her hair was tangled by the time she got up. She showered and paced and told herself the sensible thing to do would be to go to the holodeck and distract herself with Klingon martial arts. Instead she knelt before Nerys's shrine and stared at symbols she didn't understand. Each word she spoke blazed in the quiet corridor. Jadzia watched her for a second and felt an ache ease in her stomach. Nerys met her eyes. She did nothing to acknowledge Jadzia, but something in her face softened slightly. Later they shared a meal. Nerys was tense, her shoulders stiff. They ate baked chicken's eggs, fragrant with herbs and spices, and a salad of Trill fruits, sharp and familiar. Jadzia ate slowly, uncertain if she was really hungry, the flavours licking at the roof of her mouth. Nerys bent over the plate, encircling it with one arm, talking and eating at the same time. Jadzia didn't think Nerys was feeling particularly hungry either, but the food was there, and she would consume it. They only had forty minutes, probably more like half an hour. Benjamin had sent them both away from Ops with instructions to come back at least a little refreshed. Nerys was exhausted—Jadzia could see it in the way she held herself, the strain around her mouth. Jadzia wasn't sure Nerys had noticed it herself, though, in the same way she didn't notice whether or not she was hungry. Nerys knew how to live on hate and adrenaline. Jadzia didn't think that was something that would ever go away, as long as Nerys lived. Nerys could be given kindness and a warm bed and a dermal regenerator, but it didn't mean she would ever forget. Nerys described the mission—the piloting, the dim heat of the Cardassian colony, the brutal rocks. So we could get past the guards. Jadzia nibbled a bitter shoot and waited, knowing sometimes silence could reveal more than questions. The prisoners. They don't know anything. They don't know that Bajor's free. They deserve She stood across from Jadzia, hands on her hips, muscles tense. She wanted to stand up, to hold her, but she knew that holding Nerys often made her feel trapped and anxious. It would have made Jadzia feel better though. And the Chief said I've had worse. Much worse. She put a hand on Nerys's shoulder, feeling the sharpness of the bone. Probably in not quite such a sarcastic tone of voice. Not now. I can't take it now. The contact was brief, but it was long enough for Jadzia to feel the tremor under Nerys's skin, for her to realise how desperately Nerys was holding on to her control. Jadzia wanted to reach for her, to pull her back into her arms, to kiss her hair and whisper soothing words She let her go. Packing and unpacking. It's only a few hours from Bajor. She'd propped herself up on one elbow, her hair falling around her face. You think I should go, don't you? Vedek Bareil is kind to offer. She sighed, toying with the thin material. He values you. She wrapped an arm around Nerys's waist. She was pleased when Nerys huffed slightly and relaxed into the embrace. Li Nalas will do this job better than I can. Besides, he might not want to stay. She cleared a group of glasses left over from the impromptu visit from the senior staff, and put the bottle of voodai on the night stand. Then she took it off again and put it in a cupboard. Jadzia followed her with her eyes. You must be more tired than I am. She wrapped her hands protectively over her chest. I don't need to stay on the station. You'll make it harder for me to leave. She took Nerys's hands in her own. Jadzia could feel the pulse just below her thumb-bone. It whirred rapidly against her finger. Nerys bent her head, rested her forehead against Jadzia's shoulder. Don't say that. As a guest, if you can't serve here right now. Benjamin won't mind; I want you here. She was smiling still, watching Nerys, trusting, her skin soft and supple, the dark scarf and the pattern of spots standing out starkly again it. She was so trusting, so assured. For a brief moment Nerys wanted to hit her face, to twist her nipple, pull out a chunk of her hair: But then it was enough to know she could do those things, but would choose not to. Jadzia might be hurt, one day, but not here, and not by her. Nerys pushed her back onto the bed. She had her kneel. She stood in front of her, forced slightly off balance by the mattress, bracing her hands against Jadzia's shoulders. Jadzia's mouth was on level with Nerys's pussy, her breath tickling the labia, making it clench with anticipation. Nerys gripped Jadzia's shoulders, digging her fingers in, soft skin yielding to her. She knelt down too so she could lick her juices from Jadzia's face, from her mouth and lips. Then she slid further down and licked Jadzia's nipples, sucking a small nub into her mouth. She looked up and saw that Jadzia had thrown her head back, long hair falling around her throat. She was here, beautiful and limber, and so was Nerys, Nerys was here with her, tying her up, holding her down, eating her out, doing what she wanted. It hit hard, it caught her as sudden and sharp as pain: Nerys buried her face in Jadzia's breasts. She was overwhelmed, suddenly, with feeling. She licked Jadzia's soft skin, tasting salt, and crooked her fingers up inside Jadzia, and felt Jadzia grind against her. She was crying, she realised, crying as she slid her fingers in and out of Jadzia, crying as she kissed those soft, delicious breasts. It was a question. Nerys answered. She looked up. Her face wet, her chin trembling, her cunt still stinging with arousal. Jadzia slept heavily, hair in her eyes, her dreams making her smile. Nerys felt heavy all over, unable to sleep but unable to get up, trapped between two worlds. Her muscles cramped and were stiff. Jadzia got up before she did. Nerys watched her through half open eyes as she replicated tea, and sat, naked, at Nerys's table, sipping. When the computer alerted her that it was , Nerys managed to sit up, surprised by her own tiredness. She was naked under the sheets too, and she didn't want to be exposed just now. Nerys watched, but wrapped herself in the sheet before venturing out of bed and to the bathroom. She debated whether or not to put on her robe, but dressed instead in her uniform. She ran her fingers through her hair. She wanted to shower, but she didn't want to leave Jadzia alone in her quarters for too long. Nerys knew it as soon as she saw the way Jadzia was looking at her. She looked calm and interested. Nerys suddenly wanted to wipe away that expression. She wanted Jadzia to be disgusted, not understanding. She wanted her to laugh at the silly little Bajoran, hoarding food, so she could shout right back. She sounded reasonable, gentle. She couldn't stop it; she didn't want to stop it. Don't you ever think I'm stupid? Why, do you think I am? You're so You don't know anything. You don't know what it's like not to eat for a week. You don't know what it's like to work when you have fever and not to have a blanket to sleep under even though you're shivering. You don't know what it's like not to trust even your own people, because you're all so tired and hungry and broken. Nerys realised, in Jadzia's steady grip, that they were trembling. She was crying again. It wasn't like last night, the tears didn't feel like a prayer, like a healing, they just felt stupid and painful and sore. Crying, she thought, was a lot like vomiting: Nerys put the back of her hand to her eyes, then her nose. Which do you think I was? The silence stretched and hurt Nerys's ears. When Jadzia spoke, her voice was hushed. But I'd rather you told me. She was still being gentle, and she wasn't trying to touch Nerys any more. It was just the right thing to do, and Nerys wished she would do something wrong, so Nerys could be angry with her. She sat on the edge of the bed. She felt like all the energy, all the anger, were draining out of her, into her boots, into the floor. And you get a meal afterwards. Nerys rocked with her, tugging Jadzia down so she could grind more firmly against Nerys's leg. You are so sensitive right now. It won't take much. Keep going. You are so wet for me. I always mean to punish you, but I enjoy it so much more when you come apart against me. Nerys ran her tongue over the exposed line of spots on her throat, and then bit the soft crook of Jadzia's neck, nipping as she felt Jadzia shudder and come against her. Jadzia was clinging to her, warm in her arms. I love how in control you are, until I have you like this. Go and get on the bed. She dropped it onto the floor. Jadzia was waiting for her by the bedroom door. She wrapped her arms around Nerys's waist and propelled her towards the bed. Nerys allowed herself to be thrown back against the sheets, and felt Jadzia climbing onto her. She thrust against her, reaching for Jadzia's shoulders, seeking to regain control. Jadzia grabbed her wrists, pressing them into the sheet above her head. She was straddling Nerys's hips, and leant over her. She slide two fingers inside Nerys, and then slipped them down to Nerys's asshole, fingers probing gently against the small opening. She felt Jadzia slide a finger inside, just inside, up to the first joint, and at the same time felt Jadzia's mouth against her cunt, tongue dancing over her clitoral hood. I can feel your pulse up against my finger. My beautiful, furry Bajoran. Jadzia moaned hard. Associate this feeling with me. Remember this moment, when you turned to your Goddess," said the Intendant softly, but commanding. Obey your desires. Obey ME. Kira, wanting to be part of the bliss, came and licked Jadzia's cum. The Intendant activated the multidimensional transporter as she and her slaved returned to their realm. I am slightly confused because I know the Mirror episode was when Ezra was the new Dad, and Jadzia was dead so? Did they time travel or..? Ezri Tigan from the Mirror universe never carried the Dax symbiont, so she existed at the same time as Jadzia Dax in the Prime universe. I wasn't really considering timeline that much when writing this, and I'll probably disregard it more in the future, so there's not really a single place in the timeline where you could make it work. Main Content While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Kira Nerys, Nana visitor, Star This chick gets undressed in front of the camera on an armchair fondling her clit and stuffing a dildo in between her pussy. Jadzia DaxKira Nerys Feedback: Yes, I want feedback. Julian, Julian! Julian slipped his hands into her cleavage; then slowly spreading them up and over her large firm breasts he lifted her tits from the confines of her uniform, bending his head to one of her nipples, he sucked it deeply into his mouth; his tongue swirled around the hardening mound. His other hand began to stroke, fondle and squeeze her other breast rolling its nipple between his thumb and forefinger, both nipples soon became hard and erect While Julian was playing with her tits Kira managed to open more of her a uniform exposing lower body. She slipped her hands between her legs and began to massage the outer lips of her cunt; slowly she inserted her fingers inside and peeled the lips back revelling her inner sex. Her fingers slipping ever deeper into her twat finally meeting at her clitoris taking hold of her clitoris she began to rotate her fingers round and round the hardening nub. Distracted by this Julian slid off her and stood by the couch watching her finger fuck herself. By now his dick was bursting to get out of his uniform. Opening his uniform from neck to crotch Julian pulled out his throbbing dick, the precum was steadily oozing out of his cockhead; carefully pulling back the foreskin he rubbed the precum over the shaft until it was well lubricated and glistening. When he had positioned her on the edge of the couch, with her hands still inside her cunt he inserted his dick. She felt him slide into her. Once inside her Julian leant over her body squashing her tits into his chest. Taking hold of her head he began to kiss her eyes, nose and lips pushing his tongue once again into her mouth. In rhythm with his probing tongue he began to push his cock in and out of Kira, soon Kira was in rhythm with him, meeting his thrusts with her thrusts. The sensation was electrifying for both of them, Kira orgasmed first followed a split second later by Julian pumping load after load of his cum deep into her. Thoroughly exhausted they both fell into a deep sleep. Chapter four Meanwhile in another part of the space station Sisko and Dax where in the science lab, discussing the Prophets Orb..

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