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deepspacedukat · 1 year ago

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Long Distance

Muahahahahaaa!!! 😈 Er, I mean...uh...Enjoy! 😇🫶

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S'Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Implied interspecies sex, implied Human/Romulan sex, masturbation, established relationship, a message home turned sexy, S'Talon sends a naughty message to his lover, sexting but make it Star Trek, innuendo, graphic descriptions of sex, sexual fantasizing, discussion of a sexy photoshoot.

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"Computer, lock the door and initiate No Interruptions Protocol," S'Talon ordered as he stepped out of the sonic shower in his quarters. With a towel wrapped around his waist, the Riov strode over to the viewport beside his desk.

The stars whizzing by in all their luminous glory made him think about the vastness of the universe...and how he was so far from you.

He wouldn't be away for much longer, though. This mission may have taken him to a far-off sector for nearly a month, but now that he was on his way home, he was allowed to break his communications silence.

"Computer...estimate time of delivery of a subspace message to my home from here," he requested bracing a hand on the wall beside the viewport. The cool metal was brisk and soothing against his skin as the Riov contemplated his situation. He'd written to you every day since his departure, and as soon as the communications blackout order had been lifted, he'd transmitted everything at once, along with an apology for the delay.

"Subspace message would be delivered to that location in three days, seven hours, and twelve minutes."

That was two days before the T'Met would be in orbit once more. Perfect.

"Computer, record and encrypt a subspace message to be delivered to my home," S'Talon said smiling out at the stars. The answering chime signalling him to begin had become quite familiar to him over the course of the last month. Allowing the warmth of his love to fill his voice, he thought of you...imagined talking to you as he began his message. It was audio only, but perhaps tomorrow he'd include a video.

That was a wicked idea, especially given the path of his thoughts tonight.

"Good evening, e'lev. Well, it's evening for me, but by the time you get this, it should be early morning. Oh, I can picture how beautiful you look even now. By my reasoning, you'll be hearing this message when you've just managed to force yourself out of bed and replicate some breakfast." The Riov couldn't help the fond laugh that spilled from his lips. "Ah, my darling girl...I have said it before in my correspondences over the course of this journey, but I wish I could be there now to make waking easier. It's so very hard to do so alone."

S'Talon walked slowly over to his bed, removing the towel from his waist as he did so.

"E'lev, in my absence from you, my thoughts have been growing steadily in one direction, just as a flower grows toward its source of light. Every day, the knowledge that I will soon be in your loving embrace once again has brought me more comfort than a man in my occupation deserves," he murmured.

There was a time when he would've been loath to admit that he harbored even the smallest conscience-driven doubt about his position with the Tal Shiar. He loved his service to the Empire - truly, he did - but he knew that each mission had the potential to ask of him some difficult tasks. Murder, torture, tasks that made it hard for a person to sleep at night...but it was all in the name of the safety of his people.

The sacrifice was worth it, but he wasn't too big of a man to hide his feelings from you, his partner. This mission in particular had required him to perform several difficult tasks, so he relished the prospect of being able to lose himself in your arms and forget what he'd done.

"You'll be pleased to know that even though lightyears separate us, I've found the time to create several sketches of you from memory." As he spoke, he opened the little black sketchbook and thumbed to the drawing from the night before. "The latest has you in the same lovely pose you were in when you last coaxed me into our bed. The quilt tangled between your legs, caressing your abdomen and just barely concealing your breasts."

The mere memory sent blood rushing to the southern portion of his anatomy, and he let out a wistful sigh as he sat on the bed. He knew you'd be able to hear the quiet rustling of the covers - in fact, he counted on it to set the tone.

"I'm afraid my thoughts of you are becoming less civil by the second. Even when confined to remembrance, your touch is as a siren's call to this poor sailor of the stars," S'Talon admitted as he recalled the way your hands had skimmed over the hard, muscular plane of his back. By the time he took a shaky breath, the ache jutting up from the apex of his thighs had become too much to ignore. "How cruel I am to have been away from those sumptuous thighs and loving lips for so long..."

He palmed his throbbing lok as he imagined the soft look you'd give him when he was home again. You'd welcome him easily as you always did, and his heart would flutter with how intensely he loved you for your infinite patience.

"I'll make it up to you. Would you like that? A Riov kneeling at the feet of his Human mate, caring only for her pleasure..." He'd done so countless times before, but he couldn't help himself. There was no sweeter nectar in all the universe than the lust that flowed from you so freely as he made love to you. A devious idea popped into his head, and he smirked as he reclined in bed. "In fact, allow me to make a small apology prior to my return. If you've pressing matters to attend to this morning, I'd recommend you pause this recording and resume it this evening. I promise I won't be offended."

He waited a couple of breaths just to make sure she had time to consider her obligations, then continued.

"Why don't you go into the bedroom and get that vibrating toy of yours? It'll make the rest of this so much more enjoyable." S'Talon had used that toy on you several times over the course of your relationship, learning exactly where to place it and what settings made you writhe. A hungry hum poured from his lips as he squeezed his now-dripping lok. "I know you sleep with my pillow cuddled up against your chest when I'm gone - don't think I haven't noticed that it's drenched with your scent when I return. It's alright, e'lev. Don't you know by now that your scent is as intoxicating to me as mine is to you?"

S'Talon closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan at the memory of your thighs clamped around his head, practically drowning him with both your pleasure and your scent.

"In your last message, you admitted to having kept a particular tunic of mine to comfort you in my absence. Well, my darling, I have my own confession to make. Have you noticed that a certain blue pair of panties have mysteriously gone missing?" He smirked as he pictured the surprised 'o' her lips would form as she processed his words. He slid open the drawer to his bedside table and pulled the lacy garment from within. "You haven't lost them, I can assure you of that."

You'd worn them the day before he departed, and he'd taken them quietly from the laundry basket while he was packing. The brush of the soft fabric against his skin reminded him so vividly of your whispered assurances that you loved him...that you'd wait for his return with bated breath.

He'd known you were the one long ago, but your patience during his longer missions was what convinced S'Talon that he was the most fortunate man in the galaxy.

"In fact, they've been quite useful during my absence, but let us return the focus to you." The Riov smirked. He knew you would be nibbling your lower lip by this point in the recording, and he longed to make you whimper himself. "It should come as no surprise that your are on my mind constantly. The sweetness of your affection is like a drug to me, and I am sorely overdue for my next dose. Do you know what I'm going to do as soon as I get home? I'm going to tease you as mercilessly as you teased me when you sent those utterly delectable boudoir holo-images of yourself last week."

S'Talon had opened the images before playing the message, and he'd become hard as a rock instantly. With your hand barely covering the softness between your legs and one of his silk scarves laying over your peaked nipples, you'd given the holo-imager the most seductive look you could muster. And it wasn't just a single image, oh no, you'd sent him a sequence of images that catalogued some solo fun, ending the bunch by blowing the camera a kiss.

He let out a low laugh as he recalled how utterly, devastatingly hard you'd made him and how loudly he'd called your name that night.

"You didn't think I'd just let you get away with that, did you, e'lev? Oh, I'm going to make you scream until your voice is gone," he moaned as he squeezed his length harder, rubbing it in long strokes that spread his precome over his need. "Perhaps it's time for me to retrieve my spreader bar and handcuffs. After all, your begging is so beautiful. Will you do that for me, e'lev? Will you let me touch you and tease you and bring you to the edge until you plead with me for your orgasm?"

He'd done so before, and the two of you had spent nearly two days in bed. The cry of his name tumbling from between your lips had been utterly entrancing.

S'Talon continued his current missive for a mere few minutes before he felt a familiar burning need.

"Forgive me, e'lev. I won't last much longer tonight. My imagination has been vivid and obscene all day, and now...now that I'm able to simply allow myself to feel...to touch myself thinking of you, I...c-can't..." he trailed off with a shout as his orgasm tore through him. Warm ropes of his seed splattered over his chest and abdomen as he convulsed in pleasure, imagining you riding him.

What seemed like an eternity later, he'd finally caught his breath, and he pulled himself together long enough to end his message to you.

"I will be with you in a few more days, and I shall have a very important question for you. Until then, dream of me, dearest, as I will of you. Jol-ao au."

He ended the recording and moved to clean himself up. A few moments later, S'Talon smirked as he laid back against the headboard. He'd have just enough time to send you one more communique before he returned.

"Computer, send message."

He spared a glance at the drawer where he hid his gift for you, hoping that you'd like the Aldebaran Firelight Gem he'd substituted for the traditional diamond. He certainly though it was more fitting given how brightly you lit up his life.

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Romulan Words:

e'lev = darling

Jol-ao au = I love you

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rsclolopezi · 2 months ago

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Being held at gunpoint by a tipsy Centurion to have a Moscow Mule with him early in the morning while I have to work. Mehhh Its 5 PM somewhere.

(I think I need to tell my mate about this)

Centurion: Starts drunk crying after 50 Mules…”and then im beinf demoted and then Kirama says my bangs arent V shaped enough… that I look like a Vulcan”… hiccupping sobsss

Y/N: “There there!” Starts patting him on the back, realizing why he’s drunk and whips out her communicator and calls her mate.

Y/N: Darling, I think I need a new detail?

Mate(Choose your poison)

Senator Letant,Vreenak, Koval, Praetor Hiren, Keras, S’Talon, Rekar,Jarok,Varem,Vaeben,N’Vek, Parem,Pardek, Telek R’Mor, Setal,Tomalak,Valdor,Velal

Mate: Hmmm, why is that?

Y/N: shows him the crying and drunk centurion!

Mate: Facepalms “I’ll reassign Bochra back to you”

Y/N: Thank you dear, and dont be too harsh on him. He’s had a rough time..

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rsclolopezi · 6 months ago

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This is my version of the Song Im looking for a Man in Finance;

@bigblissandlove1 @deepspacedukat @zierzim @spookysnooty @starrynightgardens

@saebarantsandreblogs

Fun fact: Romulan Males average height is 6’1” so @bigblissandlove1 Hubby Letant is average but S’Talon, Vreenak,Koval,Parem are the 6’5 Daddies… We love those males

#star trek #y/n #star trek tos #romulans #romulan senator #senator letant #star trek deep space nine #letant #vulcanoid #vulcanoid species #vreenak #senator vreenak #parem #rekar #jarok #keras #praetor hiren #chairman koval #these men are a catch

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deepspacedukat · 1 year ago

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Before The Sun Rises

Welcome to the fourth and final installment in the Dark!Tales Halloween Series! Initially, I was going to go with a different story, but this idea popped into my head, and I immediately started vibrating...so it won lol. To be entirely honest, I never thought I'd write something like this, but since I was bitten by this particular fic bug, I'm glad it was about S'Talon, because, honestly, it's fitting. Gentle readers, without further ado, I give you Incubus!S'Talon! 🎉

(An incubus is a male demon that sustains itself by feeding on mortals' sexual pleasure. A succubus is the same, but female.)

READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING TO THE FIC. Obviously, the regular S'Talon would never do these things, but this is a dark fic series, thus, you have been warned.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Incubus!S'Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, incubus disguised as a Romulan, Human/demon sex, Human/Romulan sex, stalking, telepathy, touch telepathy, breaking in to watch someone's dreams, manipulation, oral sex (female receiving), voyeurism (I guess?? It'll make sense in context), dubious consent - she wants it but she's kinda been manipulated but he's also not forcing her, teasing, biting, marking, accidental soul selling, faux first meeting, misused Tal Shiar abilities, minor character death, one (1) instance of murder, implied kidnapping.

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How long had it been since he smelled pleasure this strong? At least a century, surely. S'Talon couldn't help himself. As he wandered through the Federation station on the edge of Cardassian space, he nodded at a few passing officers and made his way through the Habitat Ring.

Pausing at a set of intersecting hallways, he inhaled long and slow, taking the scent of her pleasure deep into his lungs. Oh, a single night of her pleasure could sustain him for nearly a month!

S'Talon followed her scent down several more halls before finally arriving in front of the doors to her quarters. He waited until the hallway was empty to use his Tal Shiar knowledge and unlock her doors. They hissed closed behind him, and with a few slow steps into the room, he could hear her even, slumbering breaths.

She was still asleep. Excellent.

Before he could formulate a decent plan, he had to at least make sure she was compatible for his special brand of affection. Easing his way over to her bed, he carefully removed one of his black, leather gloves and took a gentle seat beside her. He took care not to jostle the bed or her sleeping form, after all, he couldn't risk waking her up - not before he had a decent answer to his question.

Her pleasure still permeated the air, sweet and delicious like perfume, potent and sustaining like a meal for a starving castaway. Carefully, he reached out and brushed a hand along the back of one of hers, and–

There! A flash of her dream flitted into his mind from the contact. She was compatible for this sort of mental contact, but, even more surprising than that, she was a perfect match! He had never before found someone whose mind was so completely harmonious with his own. Taking a shaky breath, S'Talon grasped her hand and closed his eyes as he began to delve into her dream.

As he expected, the dream was a sensual one. She was in the arms of a lover - his face was an indistinct blur - who had bent her over a wooden table. Muddled words filled with lustful promise tumbled from between his lips in a shifting voice. Her subconscious was likely combining the voices of several people she held obvious or latent attractions to, but he recognized none of them. He hadn't really expected to.

Whoever he was, he was teasing her mercilessly. His hands roamed up her back, snaked around her torso, and teased her nipples while he dragged his erection through the dampness between her legs.

This Romulan form he'd taken on allowed him the freedom to walk though her mind as if this was a Vulcan-style mind meld, and S'Talon had been in this body long enough to know how to keep himself invisible as he approached. He watched as her concentration on particular sensations made the relevant areas more visible.

Her nails left scratches down her undefined lover's arms, she tilted her head to the side to expose her neck to his affections, and she moaned with a gusto that led him to believe that she'd perhaps gone a long time without this sort of intimacy. The wood table beneath her appeared to be made of a deep, highly polished mahogany, which pressed against her curves with a gentle, intimate sort of friction.

The world began to blur - she was about to wake up. He had very little time now. Knowing that he'd have to be very quick to exit her quarters while she was still coming around, he allowed only his voice to be heard inside her dream.

"Find me, lover. I await you."

She moaned, both in and out of her dream as his deep, velvety voice rolled over her, and S'Talon pulled his mind away from hers. He hastened toward the door of her quarters and slipped out just as a noise of confusion sounded from her bedroom.

His new prey was going to be such a joy to explore!

As he and the T'Met were assigned to assist Deep Space Nine after the end of the war with the Dominion, S'Talon had all the time in the world to carry out his plan. After programming his bio-signature to open the door for him as it would for her, he waited.

A week after their initial contact, he repeated his actions, sneaking into her quarters, gently entering her dream, and watching the procession of her subconscious mind's thoughts until moments before her consciousness returned. Just like before, he left her with a lustful murmur.

"You're all I've ever desired. Please...find me..."

Like last time, he slipped out just as she was coming around. Entering her mind, he acknowledged as he went back toward his quarters, was as effortless as remaining in his own. How was he supposed to resist such a temptation when beings of his nature thrived on the pleasure received from giving in to such enticements?

He would force himself to remain strong, though, and he wouldn't rush the process. He may have initially intended for this to be a quicker seduction, but once he felt how utterly effortless it was to draw pleasure from her - to feed on her energy - the Riov knew he needed to change his plan. She had to come to him willingly, or this would all be for naught. S'Talon must exercise patience with her...he had to draw her out gradually. After all, an incubus didn't often find such a unique, stable source of sustenance.

Indeed, during his next stroll through her dreams a few days later, he could feel her growing curiosity over his identity, especially since he allowed himself to be heard much earlier.

"How is it that you become more sumptuous every time we're together?" He asked as the same faceless man embraced her from behind and kissed slowly down her neck. She wouldn't notice that the voice was disconnected from the body of her lover. After all, dreams were such unstable, nonsensical things.

"Who are you?" Her voice trembled as though she was afraid, but he knew better. He could feel her emotions and the way they floated through their connection like the smoothest vintage of kali-fal. She wasn't scared. She was aroused.

S'Talon couldn't resist. He let out a low, rumbling laugh and answered her.

"I am your future - not entirely what you're expecting, but I hope to bring you deep, satisfying pleasure." He knew it was a somewhat cryptic response, but she had to be guided down the right path–

"Then you might try moving your hand to the side," she teased, and he glanced down, seeing the spectral hand of her lover groping her upper thigh.

"Ah, you see...that's not me."

Confusion and a slight hint of fear rolled through her at his answer, but he had prepared for that reaction. This wasn't, after all, his first time feeding this way. He needed access to someone who would willingly provide pleasure to sustain him, and over the years, he'd enticed many beings into his service. Some were only with him a night, some were with him for a small handful of years, but...none tugged at him on the same instinctive level that she did.

"That...thing groping you is a representation of your past, insufficient lovers," he replied, and she glanced around in search of him. "It is not real. You and I, however, are."

"Then...why can't I see you?" The image of her lover flickered away, the flow of her pleasure, his sustenance, began to diminish. That was alright. He'd fed well enough on her over the course of this seduction that he could go without for a couple of weeks at least and not be weakened.

"Ah, that is because it is not yet time," S'Talon replied, and when she pouted slightly, he allowed himself the small indulgence of grasping her chin and kissing her forehead - both in the dream and the waking world. Everything began to ripple. She was close to waking once more. "Patience, lover...Look for me, and I will have you soon..."

He felt a small flash of panic from her as he withdrew. She was afraid she'd never see him again. As he slipped from her quarters that night, he was totally absorbed in the memory of the sensation of her skin against his lips.

The day after his fourth such encounter with her, S'Talon had to take the T'Met out to patrol a nearby system. The mission would take three days at most, but that was a small gap. He didn't anticipate any problems or developments.

Then again, it's simply the way of the universe that when you least expect trouble, that's when you're most likely to encounter it. S'Talon mused that he really should've expected something to happen.

The entirety of the first two days, there was a bizarre, mental itch scratching its way through his brain. He felt antsy, as if he nothing could settle him. Practically teeming with pent-up energy, he'd attempted to keep himself as busy as possible.

The last night before they were due to return, however, the Riov stripped down and climbed into bed. What was she doing right then, he wondered? Was she relaxing? Had she hoped for another appearance from him tonight?

His last thought before he fell asleep was that he'd make it up to her when he returned.

"Riov..." S'Talon glanced around, only to find himself surrounded by clouds. He wasn't able to spot the one who'd spoken, but he vaguely thought he recognized the voice. "S'Talon...darling, have you forgotten me?"

He did know that voice! It was the woman he'd been seducing. He'd never told her his name, though. Tentatively, he reached out with his telepathy, but he found nothing. This wasn't the work of one of his kind, then. It was a simple dream - quite a rare occurrence for him.

"No, e'lev, I have not," he called into the haze, but as he began to move through the mist, he felt a warm hand press against his abdomen, stopping his progress. He blinked and suddenly she was there, nude - just as he was, he noted - and looking at him with adoration in her eyes. Perhaps she had an ancestor who was part angel...that was the only thing that could, in his mind, explain how utterly entrancing she was.

Her hand slid up his chest and settled over his throat, but he wasn't afraid. He had no reason to be. Besides the fact that this was a dream, she was Human, so she wasn't nearly physically strong enough to harm him. Besides that, she was looking at him with such affection that it was difficult for him to imagine her ever trying to hurt him.

Standing on the tips of her toes, she leaned in and started nibbling her way across his jaw.

"Why haven't you come back?" She stole his answer away with a nip at his bottom lip. "I was alone...so alone...so I sought out someone who wasn't afraid to touch me...to use me..."

Fear trickled through him, and he found that he couldn't move, even as she backed away and dark, scaled arms wound around her waist. Eyes like coal watched his reactions even as hands groped her beautiful breasts.

"You've always been too soft, S'Talon. Your romantic notions about your victims are touching, but ultimately, they'll only serve to hurt you." A disembodied voice echoed through his head too coherent to be a figment of his imagination. Unease pricked at his mind, and without a second thought, he fought through the fog of his sleep and latched onto something - a tendril of of another mind.

When his eyes snapped open, the Riov's hand closed hard over a wrist that was much too near his face to be innocent.

Sure enough, a cold laugh echoed through the quiet of of his quarters.

"Took you long enough, kid." The speaker appeared as a Romulan woman who was straddling his hips. He recognized her as a guard from one of the other Romulan ships stationed in this sector. "My, my, I had no idea that one so young could be so slow. I'd have expected such a reaction from someone, oh...about ten thousand years your senior."

"You're a demon," his accusation came out husky and low from disuse. "A succubus, then?"

She leaned toward him, the fabric of her military uniform rustling stiffly from its newness, and she dragged her tongue up his chin.

"What tipped you off?" She teased, and he grasped her throat. The succubus let out a wheezing laugh despite his tight grip and rolled her hips seductively atop him. "Joke's on you - I'm very into that."

"You've been observing my seduction of the Starfleet officer. Why?" He allowed the hardness of his Tal Shiar facade to envelop his voice. He had no patience for those who interfered with his plans, and this was certainly interference of the worst kind.

"Because, I was going take her for myself, but your influence blinds her to all others. Let me guess: you wanted to make love to her, right? Do you really think that she could ever feel anything for you? You're an incubus, not a Human. She'll never be anything but resentful and terrified of you. As for her lust...her spark will burn fast and hot. I've seen the type before and used up stronger women than her in less than four hours. I'm trying to beat my own personal record. A quick snack like her will last less than two–" The last of her words were cut off when S'Talon saw red and snapped her neck. A rush of icy cold air swept through him and out of the ship.

That succubus would have to find a new body now. Even for the oldest, most experienced demons, it took weeks to acclimate in a new skin...to figure out how to work the limbs with any semblance of coordination...how to access the majority of the body's mental capacity...

His prey would be safe.

A sinister smirk curled his lips when he realized that by the time that succubus came back, his mate would be untouchable. Her soul would be bound to his.

For now, though, he needed to get rid of the mess he'd made. Sighing, he shoved the corpse off his bed with a dull thunk and got to work.

Tonight was the night. He'd been anticipating their reunion since he'd set the return course for the station. As he'd done so many times before, S'Talon slipped into her quarters and laid his hand over hers. Gliding into her dreams, the Riov released a sigh of contentment as the familiar sensation of her mind enveloped his consciousness.

She was addictive, and all he'd done was speak a few words to her. Tonight, however, he hoped to make her just as intrigued with him as he was with her.

Her dream tonight was slow...soft. She was strolling through a meadow as if she hadn't a care in the world. The sunlight illuminated a few of the blurry petals, and S'Talon smiled despite himself.

Oh, this was perfect.

Silently searching through the recesses of her mind, he found something promising that he could use. Conjuring the image of himself in the clothing belonging to a man called 'Mr. Darcy' - a man he'd have to research and possibly deal with later if he was still interested in her - he strode across the meadow toward her.

The flowing material of his shirt rustled lightly in the breeze, and he commended his competitor - that Darcy person - for the choice to leave the first few buttons open. He'd left off the robe, though. The shirt and trousers were quite sufficient for his purposes.

The moment she caught sight of him, he saw her eyes widen and her lips part in surprise. He gave her a wide, warm smile.

"Hello again, my beautiful girl," he murmured, and comprehension flitted through her mind.

"You're the one, aren't you? You're the man who's been speaking to me." She walked slowly toward him, and his heart leapt as she reached out to touch him. The sensation was spectral, of course, but the brush of her fingertips over his chest tugged a quiet moan from his chest. He covered her hands with his and tried to slow the racing of his heart.

"I am, and how fortunate a man am I to have my fate entwined with a woman such as you," he crooned, and before she could blink, he kissed her forehead. "Oh, how I missed you. Three days apart is far too long."

Mirroring the scene he'd glimpsed in her memories, he drew her into his arms and touched her forehead with his. She let out a shaky breath, sending a bolt of pride through his chest at how much he'd affected her.

"I never imagined you'd be so handsome," she whispered, and he couldn't stop a smirk from stretching his lips. "I wish you were real."

"In time, I promise I will show you just how real I am," he swore. "For now, though, you'll have to trust me. Can you do that?"

She nodded her head without hesitation, and he rewarded her with a gentle, fleeting kiss on the lips.

"So good for me, my girl." At his whispered praise, he felt a ripple of pleasure flit through her mind, and the world began to go hazy. She was waking already?

With a hasty promise to see her soon, he withdrew from her mind.

His disappointment at the short duration of the night's visit troubled him as he strode down the corridors. Fidgeting with his gloves, the Romulan captain silently worried about how much this simple chase was changing him. He'd never felt like this about his prey before.

The succubus that snuck into his quarters on the T'Met had taunted him about being too soft with his prey. Initially, he'd thought she was seeing things that weren't there, toying with him so he wouldn't kill her host body. But now...he couldn't be certain.

Were his flickers of emotion for this Human really such a problem?

In the beginning, I thought my subconscious was rewarding me with a simple fantasy: a sensual dream with a voice right near the end that made my toes curl. Usually things like that were confined to one-time experiences, but this series of dreams was as romantic and sensual as they were confusing. In what romantic dreams did one character take the place of another? I'd never heard of a dream character's personality seeming to grow the more one experienced them, but it was happening.

And hell, I was enjoying it. Even if this was just my subconscious mind's way of telling me that I needed to speak to a counselor about my bad past relationships, I was going to savor these pleasant dreams while they lasted. If nothing else, they made great fodder for when I needed a release. True, I might have hoped a little too desperately that the man in my dreams might walk straight out of them and into my life, but I was fine. There was nothing wrong with a little healthy fantasizing, right?

How could I not imagine this man, though? My brain had showed him to me in Mr. Darcy's clothing! The average man would look dashing in that loose shirt, but a man who was already an Adonis like that Romulan? Oh, he looked like walking sin! Surely, anyone in the galaxy would absolutely forgive me for having a few dozen impure thoughts about a man like that?

I was lost in thought about the man from my dream when I collided with somebody - a rather solid somebody, in fact. A pair of warm hands steadied me, drawing me from my reverie, and I stammered out an apology.

When I looked up into the eyes of my savior, however, I froze and my voice died in my throat.

A tall, salt-and-pepper haired Romulan looked down at me, his bright blue eyes full of concern, as his fingers glided down my arms. It was him! He'd spoken to me, flirted with me...even kissed me.

But it had all been part of a dream, right? A person couldn't just waltz out of your subconscious and into the real world...could they? Was it possible that I thought him into existence?

"My sincerest apologies, dear lady. I fear I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking," his low, silken, familiar voice murmured, and I could do no more than gape up at him.

"Y-You're...!"

"Are you alright, lhhei?" The man's question dripped with concern, and as I gazed up at him in wonder, a tidal wave of questions yearned to pour over my tongue. When I only nodded my head in silence, he took a small step closer to me and tilted my chin up slightly. "Are you certain that you're well? While I am honored and flattered at having rendered you speechless, I fear I may have startled you..."

"No. Y-You didn't...well, I mean, you did, kind of? But not in a bad way! I'm so sorry, I'm not making sense but...it's just...difficult to explain," I muttered, tripping over my words as I clutched at his arm. "I've seen you before, but...well, that should be impossible."

He let out a warm, charming laugh.

"Perhaps you have. Fate can lead people to unexpected places. Personally, I consider myself fortunate to have been allowed to bump into such a charming woman," he said lifting my hand to his lips. We introduced ourselves, but he was called back to his ship before we could do much more than that. "Forgive me. I hope to see you around the station again soon, lhhei."

"I-I'd like that, Riov," I stuttered, and once I'd watched him walk out of sight toward the docking ring, I went back to my quarters in something like a daze.

He was real! The man I'd been dreaming about so often lately was real! And, oh stars, he was gorgeous!

That naturally raised several questions. Were those dreams some form of telepathy? Could I view any part of them as truth? Surely not. Romulans weren't terribly fond of Humans, after all.

But...on the other hand, the Riov had flirted with me and been nothing short of devilishly charming.

With a dramatic sigh, I unzipped my uniform and flopped onto my bed. This was a little earlier than I usually attempted sleep, but if I was honest with myself, I'd only come back this early so I could ensure myself a few moments of peace and blow off some steam.

Tossing my undergarments aside, I conjured the image of the man from my dreams - along with the newly-discovered sensation of his large hands touching me - and allowed my hands to roam. I'd feel guilty about that in the morning, but at that moment, I could think of nothing beyond the dampness already dripping from between my legs.

It was embarrassing to acknowledge, even in the privacy of my own quarters, but I'd had an almost Pavlovian response to Riov S'Talon and his voice. I'd heard him so often during rather risque or romantic dreams that I'd soaked through my panties before I'd even managed to speak to him properly. All I could seem to do was recall how deep and sensual his voice could be rumbling beside my ear.

"Such a good girl," he'd said to me during my last dream of him. Just the thought of him praising me so fervently again made my clit throb beneath my fingertips.

I had no idea how I was going to look him in the eye if I ever saw him again, but that wasn't going to stop me from thinking of him during my private moments like this. I'd already had to stifle moans several times in the sonic shower because of his presence in those dreams when my imagination ran wild.

Could one time in bed really hurt?

S'Talon's next visit inside his lover's mind was rife with tension, but not the unpleasant sort. Admittedly, he'd engineered a large portion of that himself with the appearance he took on. In the recesses of her mind, there was a fantasy she held under tight control. He knew immediately that this was the look he should don tonight.

She rushed to him the moment he slipped into her mind, throwing her arms around his waist.

"I saw you in Quark's! You're real!" She exclaimed with a joyful smile. "But...but I'm afraid I don't understand. How can I have seen you here before I ever saw you in the waking world?"

He let out a warm chuckle, trying to help calm her racing mind.

"Dreams are funny things, e'lev. Sometimes they show us what we fear, what we find amusing...and sometimes - very rarely - they show us our destinies," he murmured trailing the backs of his knuckles down her cheek. "What do you think I am? Do you fear me? Do you find me comedic?"

She shook her head 'no' for each of the questions.

"Then...what am I to you?" The Riov took a step closer to her in the dream and she licked her lips as she finally realized what he was wearing. Sporting a tightly fitted black shirt, a pair of leather pants, and an assortment of rings on his fingers, S'Talon had quite literally chosen an outfit from one of her pre-bedtime fantasies. He wondered idly how many times she'd taken her pleasure while imagining that the hand touching her was larger than her own. And why the rings? Had she ever thought of him while her small, beautiful fingers delved inside her slit? He'd have to ask her at some point.

"Desire. I've never had good luck with partners, but you...you're..." she trailed off as she moved closer to him. He allowed her to move at her own pace, to set the tone of the dream, and this time, she selected a pleasant option. She reached up and coaxed him into a kiss that slowly morphed from chaste and loving to lascivious and hungry.

This was a woman who knew what she'd been denied and set out to fix it. Her personality may be cautious in conversation and demeanor, but when she allowed herself to open up to the sensual, her boldness was enticing!

Grasping her wrists in one of his hands just as she always imagined in her fantasies, he slipped the one with rings down between her legs.

"I couldn't stay away. I had to see you again." His lips brushed tantalizingly against hers as she spoke, and as he thrust two of his fingers inside her slit - one bare and one wearing a black steel ring - she let out a tortured moan. S'Talon hadn't been with her that long, but she acted as if he'd been edging her for months. Sweet, responsive thing.

Her pleasure flowed thick and heavy through the air, like honey on the wind. Unable to help himself, the Riov groaned and curled his fingers repeatedly between her legs, thumbing her clit. He needed more from her!

She made such beautiful sounds, both in her dream and out, but as the world began to turn hazy, S'Talon knew his time was running short. She was beginning to wake again. Reluctantly, he began to disentangle himself from her arms.

"Where are you going?" Her eyes widened, and he felt her sadness and unfulfilled desire wash over him in a great wave.

"Worry not, my beautiful girl. I'll be back. Come find me again in the waking world, and we'll be together," he promised, pressing one final kiss onto her forehead before retreating from her mind.

As he slipped from her quarters that morning, something besides anticipation tugged at his heart. Something he hadn't felt in a long time. Something soft and warm.

Something dangerous.

S'Talon had drawn away from her deliberately the last time he entered her dreams. It was cruel to create such a deep, urgent need, but in his experience it would motivate her to seek him out again. Her insatiable Human curiosity coupled with her ever-growing desire for him gave her a powerful incentive to confront him. She'd want to know if she was going crazy, if any of the things in her dreams had really happened, and if there was any way that the real him would ever see fit to have mercy upon her and slake her lust.

He should've felt guilty about using his espionage skills to determine her location that night, but he just couldn't bring himself to care about morality. Not when he was this close to accomplishing his goal. After all, this was the final step. S'Talon was ready to claim his prize. He'd had a taste of her, and he couldn't get enough.

It was time.

He spotted her almost as soon as he entered the Ferengi's bar. She was sitting alone in the seat at the far end of the bar, nursing what looked like a glass of Trixian bubble juice. Straightening his uniform, he slid silently onto the stool beside hers.

"Rough day?" She turned so quickly at the sound of his voice that S'Talon was afraid she might injure herself. "Hello again, lovely."

"Riov! I was hoping I'd see you again," she said smiling so brightly that his heart thudded rather painfully in his side. That soft, warm feeling was back again, and he was in no rush to get rid of it.

"Call me 'S'Talon,' please. Why don't we get a round of drinks and go to a more private table, say that one in the back corner?" He suggested pointing one out to her. She agreed and went to claim it while he carried their drinks, and soon they were sitting much closer to each other tan even he'd anticipated. Each had gravitated toward the other, sliding their chairs over until their thighs were pressed together beneath the table.

The pair talked back and forth for several hours, their conversations ranging from their careers to the types of literature they enjoyed, even delving briefly into their relationship statuses. Mercifully, she was single, so S'Talon wouldn't have anyone to remove from the picture once she was his.

Eventually, however, the bar began to close. Waiters were beginning to shoo people out after collecting their payments, and once they were standing side-by-side on the Promenade, they hesitated.

"Y'know, if it's not too bold of me to say so, S'Talon, I...I'm not eager for tonight to be over." His ears perked up. He'd thought maybe he would kiss her when he escorted her back to her quarters, then escalate things from there, but if she was just going to hand him this opportunity, then he was going to take it.

"Have you ever seen a Romulan ship, lhhei?" he asked with a smirk. When she shook her head, the Riov offered her his arm. "Allow me to give you a tour of the T'Met."

Normally when he was seducing a partner purely for sustenance, he preferred to do so in her quarters, but tonight something compelled him to do the deed in his. It was a fitting gesture, after all. If she was to be his mate across the millennia, then she deserved the most luxurious setting for the creation of their contract.

By the time they ended up there, he'd shown her several of the safer, prettier areas of his ship, including a quick glimpse of the bridge, and it had gotten rather late. Gently, subtly, he suggested that she stay aboard his ship for the night so that she wouldn't have to make the long trip back to her quarters or go through the hassle of utilizing a transporter.

Thus, they retired to his personal quarters and continued their conversation whilst having a nightcap. He served her his best kali-fal and chatted with her on the sofa for nearly an hour before her brows drew together and she fell silent.

"What troubles you so?" S'Talon asked cupping her cheek gently and smoothing the pad of his thumb across her soft skin. She hesitated for only a moment before the words came spilling out.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but...I've been dreaming about you, Riov." He lifted his eyebrows in faux surprise, and she grasped his wrist. "You visit me...say things to me..."

"Oh? What sort of things? I do hope I'm a gentleman." She let out a huff of laughter at his lighthearted words, even if her tone gave away that she felt anything but lighthearted about the situation.

"I'm...not sure I should say. You're a gentleman, of course. You've never done anything I didn't want you to do in the dreams, but..." she took a deep breath and released it with a weary sigh. "To be frank, I don't want to risk offending you. I know it's selfish, but I've enjoyed getting to know you tonight, and I don't want to disgust you."

Setting both of their glasses aside, S'Talon moved a little closer to her on the sofa and gripped her chin to ensure he had her unwavering attention.

"E'lev, if you are afraid that I will react poorly to the news that I made love to you in your dreams, your fear is unwarranted, because I have been able to imagine little else since I sat beside you at the bar this evening."

She blinked up at him in surprise, her eyes so wide and hopeful that he began to lose himself within them. He took a chance and kissed her softly, briefly, just to show her that he was entirely serious.

All he registered in the short moment when he pulled back was a flash of courage in her gaze before her lips met his once more. Cupping the back of her head, the Riov returned her ardor and was delighted when she climbed onto his lap - the prey laying claim to the predator's body just as he longed to do to hers.

And he would tonight, there was no doubt about that.

"Bed?" She asked breathlessly, and the Riov wrapped his arms around her to carry her there. At the doorway, however, his lust overpowered his patience, and he pressed her against the wall, coaxing her legs into supporting her for a moment while he kissed down her torso.

She whimpered as her hips gave an involuntary buck. He could feel the heat of her core seeping through the cloth barriers separating them, and he smirked as he dropped to his knees before her.

Her pheromones were strong, sweet, and going straight to his lok. As he inhaled her scent, he found himself reacting in a somewhat more primal way than he'd anticipated, nuzzling at her thighs and mouthing at her clothed mound while his hands groped for the upper hem of her pants.

Mercifully, she assisted him, and soon there was a mere scrap of silk separating his lips from her soaked center. Every breath now drew in more and more of the most decadent sustenance he'd had in decades, driving his mind into a lustful haze. He'd be so gorged by the time he left her quarters in the morning that he wouldn't need to feed again for...for...

Oh, it was too hard to think! He needed her!

"Hnafirh'rau," he breathed. 'Let me see.' He hadn't even realized he'd reverted to his host body's language instead of using Federation standard. The translator obviously did it's job, because she slipped her underwear from around her hips and spread her legs farther for his inspection.

"Please...Riov..." She whimpered so brokenly above him drawing a rumbling groan from his chest. A pair of his fingers skimmed through her folds, and–

"Dainhka," he moaned. 'Flood.' She was as wet from his foreplay as he was hard. She needn't have begged further, because his restraint had disintegrated. S'Talon buried his lips between her legs with a hungry little sound that he was barely conscious of making. His tongue flicked over and across her sensitive skin, drinking in her pleasure until he was positive that he could drown like this and be utterly, completely ecstatic.

Her fingers clung grasped desperately at his hair, but the more he had of her, the more he needed.

No, this position wouldn't do. He needed her bent in half. Without separating himself from the glorious, sinful font that was her slit, S'Talon lifted her legs over his shoulders, reached his long, strong arms up to brace her back, and carried her to her bed. Pausing only briefly to lay her atop the mattress and bend her thighs almost back to her chest, he growled as he redoubled his efforts to make her scream.

And scream, she did. Loudly and repeatedly, she called his name as he pleasured her the way only a demon of his order and years could. This latest prey, though...she was feeding him so much orgasmic bliss that he felt almost drunk on it.

He couldn't put his reaction down to her species, though. He'd had Human women before. Their pleasure was, admittedly, potent, but this...S'Talon recognized that this was stronger in magnitude than he'd yet experienced.

As she screamed and shook beneath his mouth once more, gushing and trembling yet again, he had a thought. Could it be...? But surely...?

There was one way to test his theory. He knew that his eyes would've changed by now. As incubus demons fed, their eyes turned black - a sign of their strengthening darkness and increasing hold over their victim. Kissing slowly up her abdomen, S'Talon braced his weight on one arm, bringing the other up to grasp her throat lightly.

She blinked slowly up at him, but instead of fear, he saw curiosity reflected in her gaze...along with a fiery ring of orange around the outer rim of her irises.

So she was compatible with more than just his host body! He could feed from her without draining her life-force! Such a uniquely matched being only came around once every few thousand years, and the chances of a demon finding their match was rare beyond hope. S'Talon was still considered young with only a millennium of years under his belt, so for him to have found something that older members of his species had only dreamed of was almost more than he could comprehend.

"Your eyes..." she breathed, but her hands fumbled with his clothing as if nothing was amiss. She bore the sign, and she wasn't afraid of him. She was ready.

She was the one.

And he would have her, no matter the cost.

"They see only the beauty laid bare before me," he murmured, brushing his cheek against her neck as he tossed his tunic aside. Hazily he acknowledged that he was scenting her as a Romulan would even as he planned to take her for himself. "Tell me...I need to hear..."

"Anything. I'll say anything for you, Tal." Her breathy voice wafted shaky and lustful over his ears as he unfastened his pants and pushed them down just far enough to pull his hard length free.

"Have I pleased you thus far?" S'Talon asked trailing his lips across her neck to nuzzle behind her ear. He really was enjoying this scenting business more than he should. He was immortal, such things should be trivial, yet it sent a pulse of instinctive pride through him to know that she smelled like him! Anyone who encountered her would smell that she belonged with him! A savage grin spread his lips.

"Of course you have," she replied as his teeth grazed the soft skin of her jaw.

"And what would you do to have me inside you?" He whispered, following the question by dragging his tongue over the shell of her ear. "What would you do if I promised to fill you with my lok and seed as a reward?"

"Anything!" He smirked against her skin as he dragged his tip through her folds. This was almost too easy, but he'd waited so long that he almost didn't care at that point.

"Tell me you're mine. Pledge yourself to me...and only me...for eternity," he said leaning back just far enough to look into her eyes as he continued, "but only do so if you mean it with every ounce of your being. I do not wish to possess a soul against its will."

She let out a giggle beneath him.

"You make it sound like you're the devil, Riov."

If only she knew. He leaned in and nipped at her lower lip.

"I'm so much worse. I'm real," he breathed, and she laughed as she dragged him into a passionate kiss. Her tongue played with his, teasing him and enticing him until he nearly forgot what he'd asked her to do.

"Yes. I'm yours, Riov S'Talon. I pledge myself to you and only you for eternity," she murmured, and the ring of flame-orange that surrounded her irises flooded them for an instant before retreated as if it had never existed. The contract was made.

Triumph stampeded through him, and he plunged his length inside her as their souls began to knit together irrevocably. Synchronous shouts spilled from their lips as he stretched her, but S'Talon barely noticed. He was too busy pleasing his new resident food source, his new lover...his perfectly matched mate.

Plans for the future swirled through his mind as he pounded into her. He would take her home to his Romulan host-body's cabin and spend his days filling her with his essence. He'd perform the rituals to extend her life so they could be together always. If she had any doubts whatsoever, he'd please her and reassure her until she no longer thought beyond the certainty of her next screaming orgasm.

But most importantly, he noted as her fingernails dragged sensual, biting paths down his back, he would never let her go. She was his, body and soul.

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Romulan Words:

Riov = Captain

e'lev = darling

lhhei = my lady, madam

Hnafirh'rau = Let me see

Dainhka = Flood

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#deepspacedukat fic #S'Talon x Reader #Incubus!S'Talon #Riov S'Talon of Romulus

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deepspacedukat · 1 year ago

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So @bigblissandlove1 and I were chatting, and the idea of S'Talon allowing his lover to explore him and do whatever she wants with him came up...I died and was reincarnated with a draft already open for fic purposes. Convenient...

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S'Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, handcuffs, oral sex (male receiving), kissing (copious amounts), fondling, teasing, masturbation, begging, woman on top, unprotected sex, creampie, well-discussed restraint usage, lok worship, body worship, S'Talon=strong, handcuffs=flimsy, d/s dynamics, sub!S'Talon...for now.

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A firm, metallic click issued somewhere above S'Talon's head, and he felt a heady rush of anticipation about what was to come.

"Comfy, darling?" His lover hovered over him to the left side of the bed, skimming the tips of her fingertips down the Riov's forearm toward his torso. Licking his lips and taking a steadying breath, he nodded his head. "I need your words, handsome."

Brave girl. She knew that he could destroy the cuffs holding him to the bed in an instant should the whim take him. He could put an end to this little charade at any point if he decided he wanted to be back in control.

But no. No, S'Talon would control himself. He would allow her these little liberties. Tonight, after all, was for her. She'd been tentative enough when she asked whether he'd be willing to be the one in the cuffs for an evening. How could he refuse her when she asked so politely?

Elements, he knew he couldn't refuse her anything, much less an exploration of pleasure from another angle. That was why he was currently lying in bed, his head propped up by a plush pillow and his wrists restrained near the headboard while his lover drank in every inch of his nude body.

"I'm quite comfortable, thank you, e'lev," he murmured, and she gave him a brief kiss as a reward. The Riov hummed against her mouth, but, all too soon, she pulled away.

Since it was all he could do in his current position, he drank in the sight of her in the new lingerie set she'd bought especially for tonight. Lace and sheer fabric caressed her every curve, showing just enough to make S'Talon seriously consider purchasing an entire shop full of these garments just so he could tear them all off of her.

Her hand traveled down his bicep, squeezing his muscles lightly before withdrawing.

"I can't imagine what I might have done to deserve you," she mused in such a low voice that he almost missed the statement entirely as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. "Look at you. My very own Adonis..."

S'Talon preened silently at her praise. The warmth of her skin against his as she settled onto him forced him to take a deep, slow breath. He could do this for her. He was a patient man.

Small, gentle hands met his ribcage, pausing to feel the slow rise and fall of his respiration. Vaguely, he wondered if she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart in his side as clearly as he could. Before he got the chance to ask, though, she kissed him slowly, languidly, as if they had all the time in the world. For now, for this brief break from reality, they did.

Time always behaved strangely when the pair were enjoying themselves like this. Seconds turned into hours, hours became minutes, and by the time all was said and done, the pair were usually both very wrong when they guessed the time as they lay basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Tonight, though, they had nowhere to be. There were no appointments to keep or missions to complete. This time, there was only the sound of their increasingly heavy breathing.

S'Talon was hazily aware of hums and other small noises escaping his lips as his lover's mouth trailed over his chin and down his jaw, but he couldn't seem to stop them. Hell, he didn't want to stop them. She deserved to know exactly what she did to him.

Delicately, she dragged her tongue from the hollow of his throat up to swirl around his Adam's apple, tugging a gasp from the prone Riov. His lok throbbed dangerously beneath the heat of his lover. He'd been explored by partners in the past, but never by one who knew his body quite as well as she did. Judging by the giggle that she let out, she knew damn well what she was doing to him.

"Something on your mind, Riov?" She asked as she trailed her lips across his collarbones. The sparkle of mischief in her eyes didn't bode well for the fate of the flimsy little handcuffs holding S'Talon in place.

"Yes, actually. Your tongue would, perhaps, be better applied a bit lower on my anatomy," he suggested, and she nipped gently at one of his pecs.

"What do we say, handsome?" Oh, she was setting herself up for a long night once he had regained his full range of motion.

"Please, touch me, lhhei." S'Talon's voice was much breathier than even he'd anticipated.

"Ah, but I am touching you," she teased as she kissed down his abdomen. "You'll have to be more specific if you want my help."

Elements, was he this frustrating when their roles were reversed? Surely not.

"I need your mouth on my lok, lhhei. I'm hard and ready for you...please." His cheeks burned as the words tumbled out, but he wasn't embarrassed.

Watching his lover's progress down his body, he noted the hunger and reverence in her every movement. Her tongue skimmed, wet and warm, over his Adonis belt, savoring the rise and dip of his defined muscles. His stiff lok dripped precome onto his overheated skin, begging for the attention that mouth was currently paying the peaks of his hips.

Her tongue glided back the way it had traveled previously. Almost there...just a little closer–

But when she was barely a hair's breadth from his length, she changed direction, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kissed in a leisurely path toward his upper thighs. S'Talon couldn't help it, he let out a growl of frustration.

"You are utterly maddening, sahe'lagge."

"Yes, and that's just the way you like me," she retorted entirely without remorse. She knew. She had to know that she was sealing her fate once he was free? Perhaps that was her motivation for teasing him so cruelly.

The sound of familiar wetness snapped him out of his musing, and he saw that while she was nibbling and kissing her way from one thigh to the other, one of her hands had dipped beneath her lacy panties.

She was touching herself. S'Talon's nostrils flared as he drew in a hungry breath. If she sat back, he might just be able to tell whether she was flicking her clit or fucking herself with her small, beautiful fingers.

The Riov nearly shouted in pleasure when the tip of his lok was engulfed quite suddenly in her plush lips. He'd been so focused on what she was doing to herself that he'd lost track of her mouth. He was acutely aware of it now, though. Every millimeter of his length that she sucked into his mouth felt as though it was on fire in the best possible way.

His lover's eyes flicked up to his face to watch his reactions, and S'Talon recognized the same ravenous lust that usually filled his own eyes when he was between her legs. In that moment, he understood exactly why she always seemed incapable of looking away when he was devouring her.

In such a vulnerable position - one he would only allow himself to be in with her - he felt as though he was about to be sacrificed to a goddess. The thought alone made him moan. He would gladly give himself to her any day. Bringing her pleasure stoked the flames of his own desire, and seeing her enjoying his body this much was effecting him just as a potent aphrodisiac injected directly into his bloodstream would have done.

The Riov's hips bucked shallowly before he could force his control back in place, but instead of chastising him for making her choke around his lok, his lover moaned and took him deeper of her own volition. His eyes rolled briefly back in his head when her nose eventually brushed against his pelvis.

She'd built him up so skillfully that he was dangerously close to erupting in her throat. Before he could, though, she released him from her mouth with an obscenely slick sound.

Clenching his fists tightly as he controlled his breathing, S'Talon watched as she crawled farther up his body. The soaked lace of her panties settled over his erection, and he let out a quiet grunt. He needed to be inside her!

"Be merciful, lhhei," he implored as he watched her hands cup and squeeze her own breasts. "Please, fuck me. Use me for your own pleasure."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." She smirked down at him as she trailed off. Reaching between her legs and tugging the gusset of her panties to the side, she dragged her soaked center over his lok. She paused just long enough to align his tip with her fluttering pussy before sinking down onto him with a sinful moan.

Despite his labored breathing and his lack of power in this situation, he felt complete. This was where S'Talon was meant to be. Buried inside his lover, stretching her, and pleasing her with his body - this was one of life's most sumptuous delights!

Watching her take every bit of him and moan in ecstasy had to be the most beautiful sight in the galaxy. She braced her hands on his chest, gaining leverage for herself as she rolled her hips with growing abandon and desperation.

"S'Talon...oh, fuck, Tal!" She called as her rhythm grew increasingly more erratic. She was close, and so was he. He held out as long as he could, but eventually, his restraint snapped.

With a sharp tug, the chain connecting the two handcuffs snapped, and in barely a breath, his arms were around her waist holding her tight against his chest. She clutched at his torso as the two of them fell apart, moaning and shouting their combined release into each other's skin.

The slow ooze of their combined fluids dripped from between her legs, wetting the sheets beneath them. S'Talon let out a hungry sigh at the sensation.

But he wasn't done yet. Scraping his teeth lovingly over her shoulder as her fingers buried themselves in his mussed hair, the Riov smirked. His hands glided down her back until he was able to take hold of her hips. With a quiet, raspy, damning whisper, S'Talon felt her grip him tighter.

"My turn, beautiful."

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#deepspacedukat fic #S'Talon x Reader #Riov S'Talon of Romulus

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deepspacedukat · 1 year ago

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@bigblissandlove1 S…S-S’Ta… *vibrating* R-Riov S’Talon… *breathing into a paper bag*

i wake up and i am immediately thinking about those characters. i eat breakfast and i am thinking about those characters. i do chores and i am thinking about those characters. i do any work, i study, i walk the dogs, and i am thinking about those characters. i go to bed and i am thinkign

#completely normal as you can see #yes this is about your OC #yes I am in love with him #Riov S’Talon of Romulus #ggggrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

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Incentive

This was written after a certain conversation with @bigblissandlove1. In my defense, I was possessed by a certain Romulan Captain. It’s fine. Also, if you’re looking for a visual of wtf he looks like in this particular encounter, take a look at this post here. 😇

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S’Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut adjacent, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Implied interspecies sex, implied Human/Romulan sex, Romulan disguised as a Human, implied oral sex (female receiving), kissing.

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There were times when S’Talon couldn’t help but wonder why he received some of the missions that he did. Oh, he wasn’t feeling disloyal to the Empire - far from it. He was only too happy to do whatever he could for his people. But there were moments where he was curious what Koval’s logic could possibly be. He nearly always understood by the end of his assignments, but this one...well, this one was odd.

The Riov had been surgically altered to appear Human in order to infiltrate an unaffiliated Human colony near the edge of the Neutral Zone. He was told to keep his ears and eyes open, but, what he couldn’t figure out was why. These people had minimal technology. They were pacifists who lived off the land and bothered nobody. All they wished was to be left alone to their quiet little way of life. Koval said that a few appropriated reports from Starfleet likened this planet to a more peaceful version of something called the Wild West. He didn’t know exactly what that was, but people here were certainly welcoming.

So why was he here? What could be so important that Koval believed it necessary to take him from the T’Met for such an extended period? His hair was nearly long enough to reach his shoulders, and he’d even grown a beard. Working in a field, tilling soil, and herding animals was not exactly what he’d envisioned when he’d been sent on a covert mission.

Neither was the wardrobe. Oh, nothing was too out of the ordinary for Human attire, he supposed, but it was all combined rather oddly here. Button-down shirts, vests, leather work boots with spurs, ornate belt buckles... Even the hats were different. Their brims were wide to protect against the sun, but they all had a rather distinct shape. Despite his initial reservations about the odd outfit choices, the Riov had grown rather attached to a certain brown hat of his.

He was still no closer to figuring out what Koval had wanted him to investigate. His only orders after his surgical alteration had been for him to discover any oddities and protect Romulan interests. He had, of course, asked for more of an indicator of what sort of oddities, but his old friend had only been able to tell him that he had reason to believe that something was very wrong.

A month in, S’Talon was close to admitting defeat - after all, he’d neither heard nor seen anything out of the ordinary - when he saw her. The Riov had gone to a village gathering in celebration of the bountiful harvest, and amongst the vast crowd he saw a face with which he was intimately familiar.

No, it couldn’t be. Not here.

“I could introduce you, if you like, Liam.” The sly voice of one of S’Talon’s new friends asked from his side. Liam was the faux identity Koval had given his agent, and the man making the inquiry...well, that was from a rather personable, if gullible, blacksmith named Harvey. In another lifetime, the Riov knew that he and Harvey would’ve been good friends. As it was, he could barely bring himself to shake his head. “Oh, come on. You’ve been all nice and respectable to all the other ladies in town. Why not charm this newcomer? She would make a handsome wife for you.”

S’Talon weighed his options carefully. She knew his face with or without his Romulan features. She knew his voice. She knew everything about him. To see her now would be a risk.

But if he waited until she spotted him, he had very little chance of convincing her to remain quiet about his identity. Besides, he still needed to know why she was here. What the hell was a Starfleet officer doing impersonating some charming lady from another village?

“You know...I believe I would like an introduction, Harvey,” S’Talon said removing his hat, smoothing his hair back, and straightening his shirt. The slightly tipsy man slapped him on the back and led him over to the small group that included the object of his curiosity.

The moment her eyes met his, a spark of surprised recognition flitted through her eyes. A familiar, buzzing attraction settled in the back of his skull, as she was introduced to him as a ‘Miss Annie’ - so she was using a pseudonym, too? That was telling. Perhaps this was why Koval had sent him.

Lifting her hand gingerly in his, S’Talon gave her one of his most charming smiles.

“It’s a great pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Annie. Could I interest you in a stroll through the moonlight?” She hesitated a moment, but she did accept his invitation, looping her arm with his. As soon as they were outside, he plopped his hat back on his head and looked down at her. “I never thought I’d see you again, much less here.”

“The feeling is mutual...Liam,” she murmured with a smirk and a quiet giggle. “I know the ears are for the mission, but what about the beard and hair?”

“Well, I thought it might help my cover to be a little less...clean-cut. Very few of the men here are without facial hair of some type, and allowing the rest to grow out seemed to be the correct aesthetic choice,” he explained as they made their way onto a quiet little path lit by street lamps. They remained silent for a while before he brought up the first of his questions. “Commander...e’lev, what in the stars are you doing here?”

“Surely you know I can’t answer that,” she hedged, but S’Talon drew her to a stop as they stepped onto a small bridge that spanned a river’s width. Raising one of his now-curved eyebrows, he tilted her chin up.

“And surely you know what any other agent would have to do in response to the current problem?” They both knew the Riov would never harm a hair on her beautiful head, but he let the question hang there for a moment. They both needed to recognize the gravity of the situation and keep it at the forefront of their thoughts if they were going to get through...whatever this was.

Her courage was palpable as she stepped closer to him and laid her hands on his chest. The twinkle of starlight reflecting in her eyes made S’Talon swallow reflexively. He remembered how soft and sweet she was in his bed the last time they saw each other. Now, covered in a checked, light blue dress made of soft cotton, she looked even more lovely than he remembered.

“I’m eager to come to an understanding. We don’t need to resort to such unpleasant actions...do we?” Her hands slid upwards, winding around the back of his neck, and the Riov caught her waist carefully in his large hands. The calluses on his fingers scraped lightly over the fabric of her dress as he drew her closer. Her heady, familiar scent seemed even stronger here on this lovely planet.

“Given the assumption that we’ll share what we learn with each other, could you be persuaded to remain silent about my presence here if you received the proper incentive?” The low register of his suggestive question sounded even raspier than normal as he fought the urge to simply tear the laces of her bodice to shreds.

“I think that can be arranged, Riov,” she breathed as her lips brushed against his. Pulling away with a giggle, she stammered an apology. “Sorry, your beard tickles.”

Her couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

“Ah, I believe the trick is to apply firmer pressure. Like this...” he murmured catching her lips with his. The Commander melted into him just as she had all those years ago in that little Andorian bistro. He could still remember the way that the flavor of Aldebran whiskey had clung to her lips that first night.

“I think that’s enough to earn you shared information,” she breathed when they parted for air. Her nimble little fingers toyed with an errant strand of his hair as he kissed his way slowly down the length of her jaw. The brim of his hat bumped against the side of her head, and she tugged it off so he could continue unhindered. “I was sent here to study the impact of a recent Klingon crash. Cultural and technological contamination, that sort of thing. There were classified reports of odd readings suddenly appearing after the Klingons beamed their people away. We think they may have left a piece of technology behind or...well, they could be trying to start a war by making it seem as though your people wiped out this colony.”

S’Talon paused and looked at her in surprise. That would certainly explain Koval’s reasoning. If this settlement was in danger from some unknown Klingon weapon, then time could be of the essence.

“But this planet isn’t allied with the Federation–”

“I know, but any perceived encroachment on this side of the Neutral Zone would undoubtedly be seen negatively and throw our treaty and our alliance into jeopardy,” she murmured leaning up and kissing his cheek. “I haven’t been able to confirm anything yet. I only just got here, but if you have any sort of instruments that have been taking consistent readings...?”

“I do. Now, back to your incentive,” he whispered cupping her cheeks. “What would it take for you to assist me and to keep my identity secret from the rest of the villagers, Miss Annie?”

“Assuming that my own identity is safe with you, Liam–”

“Always.”

“Then, I’d say you know exactly what I’d like,” she crooned nipping at his lips. S’Talon let out a small groan and kissed her hungrily, pressing her back against the bridge railing as he explored her. Familiar and new all at the same time, the Commander was just as intoxicating today as she had been the last time they’d met. It seemed that her affinity for his special brand of affection hadn’t abated, which was fine by him. That incentive was one he would be more than happy to provide. Repeatedly.

Just as her free hand slipped beneath his vest and began unfastening the buttons holding his extremely old-fashioned shirt closed, the sound of footsteps and giggles advancing down the path forced S’Talon back to the present. They had to at least keep up the appearance of propriety while they were investigating. To be thrown out or lose the trust of the townfolk now would be disastrous.

The Riov pulled back a bit and grasped his lady’s hand, pulling her further down the path toward a small copse of trees - one that he recognized as the one butting up against the back of the courthouse.

“Where are we going?” The Commander hissed as they rushed through the trees.

“Trust me.” Within moments he’d secured the rickety wooden door behind them, and he led her carefully through the dark toward a storage closet where he’d concealed a cloaked scanning device. It had been taking constant readings, so they’d likely find some data that was useful to them.

Lighting the lantern in the corner of the room, S’Talon uncloaked the scanner and passed it to his companion.

“Do you know what you’re looking for?”

“Not precisely, but there are a couple of materials used exclusively in Klingon technology. We can always analyze your data and look for traces of those elements,” she murmured setting the scanner to search for the metals in question. “How long have you been here? You’ve collected so much data that this auto analysis will take hours.”

With a smirk, S’Talon set the scanner aside and stepped closer, drawing the Commander into his arms.

“I have a few ideas of how we can spend those hours.” The suggestive lilt in his voice was almost involuntary at this point, but it was honest. The Riov never hid his attraction to people beneath false pretenses or excuses. He respected his lovers too much to ever lie to them. Tilting her chin up, he brushed his lips teasingly against hers. “I suppose I should ask, though, given our situation: are you willing to risk your reputation by coming home with a man you’ve only just met?”

“For you, handsome? Yes. Unequivocally,” she stated in a tone that brooked no argument. She was serious. Pressing a tender kiss onto her forehead, S’Talon put the scanner in his pocket and offered her his arm to escort her to his temporary lodgings. “Besides, if we need to, we can always tell the others that we already knew each other...that we courted extensively before we came here. That should make them at least a little less judgmental.”

“Maybe they won’t be too harsh when they hear how beautiful you sound with my mouth between your legs.”

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Safe Haven - Part Two

Okay, okay, so it’s gonna be three parts, because I became verbose. I blame S’Talon who has quite obviously taken over my brain.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S’Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This chapter contains some allusions to smut and some smutty thoughts, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Flirting, suggestive language, slight innuendo, emotions, hugs, S’Talon is a sweet man.

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The first couple of days that S’Talon spent on this hideaway planet were mostly devoted to recuperation. He’d explored a few different parts of his hostess’s home, but the spot he’d become enamored with almost immediately was the back porch. The space was covered and screened in, allowing for the enjoyment of nature without getting rained on or having to tolerate insects. There were several seating choices, but in S’Talon’s opinion, the most comfortable spot was the tall, cushioned loveseat.

When he’d ventured out into the space initially, he’d been stunned by the gorgeous view of the sloping hill leading down into the trees. Sunlight bounced off the leaves, creating a mosaic of shifting shades that spurred his imagination when a light breeze jostled them into a rather sedate sort of motion. So in awe was he that he’d walked up to the screened edge of the porch and leaned on one of the support columns as a smile stretched his lips.

“Like it?” Her question had startled him into turning around. Normally, nobody could even hope to sneak up on him, but apparently his gorgeous hostess was an exception in that area, as well. He hadn’t been that distracted by the view...had he?

“I must confess, this locale is almost more relaxing than my own little woodland cabin on Romulus,” he replied as she stepped over the threshold and moved to stand beside him. Admiring the way the indirect sunlight caressed her skin, S’Talon barely kept himself from reaching out and touching her. They stood in silent contemplation for several minutes before the Riov spoke again. “If I may, lhhei, I would like to cook for you this evening.”

“You’re my guest. There’s no need for you to go to such trouble–”

“It’s no trouble, I assure you. I enjoy cooking, and I’d like to think I’m good enough that this can be a way to thank you for all of the kindness and patience you’ve shown me over the last few days.” S’Talon gave her one of his most charming smiles and placed one of his large hands lightly on her shoulder. “I’m grateful to you, and I don’t want to simply take advantage of your generosity. Please, allow me to give back in this small way.”

She hesitated for a moment before nodding her head in agreement.

“Perhaps if you approve of my cooking abilities, we could alternate nights? Or maybe even share in the responsibility of cooking? Two pairs of hands are better than one, you know.” He suggested, and she let out a teasing sigh of mock-reluctance.

“You’re persistent, aren’t you, Riov?”

He let out a quiet laugh and tilted her chin up.

“I am, indeed, and I was quite serious when I asked you to call me S’Talon,” he murmured giving her a playfully stern lift of his eyebrows.

“Fine, fine. I’ll bow to both of your demands, S’Talon, but just this once,” she murmured, and he gave her a cheerful, triumphant wink as he thanked her. He was quite certain that instances her of acquiescing were few and far between.

That evening as the sun was beginning to set, the Commander of the T’Met removed his tunic, rolled up the sleeves of his black, skin-tight undershirt, and replicated a few ingredients he knew he’d need, along with something he found in the database that he just couldn’t resist.

“What in the stars are you wearing?” At her inquiry, he played innocent as he turned to reveal a white apron with a large request to ‘kiss the cook’ emblazoned across the fabric in a flowing script.

“Is this not traditional when cooking on Earth?” He teased as he picked up his honor blade - which he’d sanitized moments before - and began slicing various vegetables with the speed and skill that could only be attained through decades of practice and repetition. “Have you ever had truly traditional Romulan cooking?”

“No, my only exposure to Romulan cuisine comes from my own amateur attempts, I’m afraid.” All the better for this evening, then.

“Given how intelligent you are, I highly doubt that you’re giving yourself enough credit,” he said glancing over and catching a look of amazement crossing her face as he put the vegetables into a heated pan. “You seem surprised.”

“I’ve never seen anyone slice anything that quickly and accurately before,” she said looking up at him in askance. “How did you not cut your fingers to ribbons?”

“Would you like me to show you?” S’Talon asked, hoping that she’d be as bold and courageous as she had been when she managed to bend the heads of two intelligence agencies to her way of thinking. She realized what he was asking, and with a lift of her chin, he saw determination simmering in her eyes.

He had her.

Once she was standing before him, he picked up a second set of prepared vegetable stalks - what would appear to her to be a purple and blue version of Earth’s celery - and laid it on the cutting board. Standing behind her, he reached around her arms, showing her how to properly grip the knife and the vegetables as he coached her. She was a quick study, but S’Talon kept his hands carefully over hers, lightly directing her movements and ensuring that she wouldn’t be hurt if the knife slipped.

“Excellent, lhhei. You’re a natural,” he praised quietly against the shell of her ear when they’d completed their task. The Riov could’ve sworn that she leaned into him slightly before surrendering his blade and stepping aside. His heart thudded faster in his side when she looked back at him, pupils dilated slightly and a small smile stuck on her lips as she thanked him for the lesson. Had she enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her and his broad chest against her back as much as he had?

Under her curious gaze, S’Talon continued, dicing up blocks of a light yellow protein which he described as being similar to Earth’s tofu. It was completely plant-based, and entirely delicious when prepared by an experienced chef. His lovely lady seemed intrigued, so while he was telling her about how this dish was commonly served and its significance to Romulan culture, he retrieved a spoon.

Moving to stand directly in front of her when the bite he was offering had cooled enough, S’Talon winked at her and tapped her lips with one of his fingers.

“Open for me, lovely.” She gave him a bashful smile then did as he requested, allowing him to slip the spoon into her mouth. He’d never been jealous of a utensil before, but there was a first time for everything. “What do you think?”

She let out a small, appreciative moan as she chewed and nodded her head.

“I think this is incredibly unfair. Is there anything you’re bad at?”

S’Talon let out a gentle, rumbling laugh and began to add a special blend of spices to the mix.

“Oh, there are plenty of things at which I am absolutely abysmal, but thank you for the sentiment,” he said as he felt his cheeks heat under her watchful eyes.

By the time everything was plated and served, the pair had opened another bottle of lehe’jhme wine. Conversation flowed smoothly, and it was impossible for S’Talon to ignore how at home he felt here. All of his assignments and leaves were temporary. This was temporary, but...as much as he loved being able to serve his people and protect their interests, a selfish part of him felt a burning desire to stay here. This secluded little spot was so peaceful, and his pretty companion’s easy company added to the allure of this remote forest planet.

As he refilled their glasses, S’Talon acknowledged how domestic all of this seemed...and that he could actually see himself growing old here, if it wasn’t for his duties. The cold, harsh reality that he would be forced to leave in such a short amount of time sobered his mood, somewhat.

“Are you alright, S’Talon?” Shaking himself from his thoughts, the Riov covered his expression with a quick sip of wine, transforming his expression into something he hoped appeared more relaxed.

“My belly is full of good food, and I am sharing a bottle of the Dhaemnasi’s best vintage of wine with one of the most intriguing women I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. I am much more than alright, lhhei,” he answered giving her a wink that sent her giggling.

“That tongue of yours is dangerous. I’ll bet that you’ve gotten yourself into and out of several places you shouldn’t be over the years.”

He couldn’t disagree with her assessment. S’Talon prided himself on his ability to charm his way into almost anyone’s good graces, though he never did so in a way that was false. He meant everything he said, even if he purposefully chose topics he believed would be of interest to the person with whom he was conversing.

But even that wasn’t necessary with the lady currently across the dining table. Everything was natural and effortless with her in a way with which he was not terribly familiar.

His dreams that night were pleasant ones. They paid no heed to duty, focusing instead on sweet, gentle laughter, and caresses from small, Human hands.

He had only been on this glorious planet for a week, yet nearly all of S’Talon’s worries had melted away. The clean air, the pristine forest, and company of his charming hostess had all combined to make the universe seem even more beautiful than he normally found it to be. Having the opportunity to share his cooking with someone else was a pleasure he didn’t have the chance to indulge in very often.

She’d been so generous with him. Not just with her praise of his skill in the kitchen, either. He’d realized that he’d left the little sketchbook he normally kept on him back at home, but she hadn’t hesitated to replicate him a new one along with a pencil and even some charcoal as soon as he’d even hinted at the loss.

“Y’know, you’re only the second Romulan I’ve ever heard of who’s an artist,” she’d said as she passed him the materials, and S’Talon latched onto that bit of conversation like a man starved.

That was a ridiculous notion, of course. There had been no lack of communication or contact between them, but...well, the Riov couldn’t help but crave more of her in every respect. He’d behaved like a perfect gentleman, never pushing his attention on her beyond his usual flirtations - he’d even kept those a bit more chaste than usual.

She seemed like the type of woman who appreciated the delicacy of a Terran waltz rather than the blunt intensity of a Klingon mating ritual. The best reactions he’d gotten from her had come when his flirtations were those of a respectful gentleman rather than a lecherous house guest. She appreciated a bit of forward attention, but not so much that he seemed lascivious.

“Who was the first? Perhaps I can prove my prowess and superiority,” he said giving her a little wink, and her answer nearly took his breath away. With a devious little smile she took his hand in hers, led him into her library, and there, hanging on the wall, was a painting with which he was intimately familiar. Every brushstroke of the swirls and crests of waves upon the Apnex Sea at sunset was known to him in exquisite detail. Every color, every ray of the fading sunlight, every drop of water on that canvas was ingrained in his memory. “How...? Where in the Elements did you get this?”

“Well, one of my missions for Koval got a bit hairier than he’d anticipated, so he commissioned an artist friend of his to paint this for me in compensation,” she answered, and S’Talon looked at her with open awe spread across his features. “The Dhaemnasi asked me to choose a place that I’d never seen but wanted to, so I chose one of Romulus’s oceans. Gorgeous, isn’t it? I’ve always appreciated fine art, but even I have to admit that this is the most exquisite painting I’ve ever seen. Every time that I look at it, I feel as though I could step into the frame and suddenly be waist-deep in that crystal-clear water.”

“I thought it was a gift for one of his lovers...or as a way to get into a Senator’s good graces...” he muttered in a daze. S’Talon so rarely got the opportunity to hear an outsider’s true opinion on his art, and the fact that she clearly adored this piece brought tears to his eyes. He had been especially proud of how this particular painting had turned out, but he’d never anticipated seeing it again. When she looked at him quizzically, he continued. “When I painted that two years ago, Koval had given me the impression that it was for someone he needed to impress, possibly someone with a high-rank in the Empire. He even gave me a week’s leave so that I could travel to the seaside, stay at a resort, and create this in my own time. He doesn’t usually offer such generosity unless it’s for somebody whom he needs to like him.”

“You painted this?” Astonishment washed over his little housemate, and she looked at him as if he was some kind of a marvel. “Oh, S’Talon, it’s beautiful! My god, the amount of skill and work that went into this is...it’s astonishing!”

Placing a hand over his heart and turning his head, the Riov attempted to blink away his tears.

“Thank you, e’lev lhhei. I’m...I’m beyond pleased that you’ve enjoyed the painting thus far, and you have my humblest gratitude for allowing me to see it in its proper home.” He couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed about how rough and emotion-filled his voice sounded. Not at a moment like this. For his work to have gone to someone who truly appreciated it for its beauty was a boon that he hadn’t expected.

As he took a deep, steadying breath, the Riov felt a small, gentle hand on his jaw, slowly turning his head. Her eyes met his, stealing his breath from his lungs as she brushed away tears he hadn’t realized had trickled down his cheeks. Oh, he would utterly fill her home with his art if she liked it so much.

“Riov S’Talon of Romulus, charmer of ladies across the universe and creator of exquisite masterpieces, are you unused to being on the receiving end of genuine compliments about your art?”

That...was not what he thought she’d ask. He covered her hands with his and let out a watery huff of laughter.

“Serving in the Tal Shiar does not afford me the luxury of being able to be well-known for my art while also maintaining a certain level of safety,” he explained.

“Well then, you’ll just have to get used to being complimented while you’re here, because now that I know you’re the man responsible for the most amazing painting I’ve ever seen in my life, you won’t be able to shut me up about it.” Her mock-threatening tone had him wrapping her in his arms and burying his face in her hair before he could think better of it.

“You are more than I deserve, dear lady,” he crooned as he felt her arms wind around his middle. They stayed that way for several long moments before a thought occurred to him. Once the idea popped into his head, he couldn’t seem to tamp it down again. Why not? Why shouldn’t he...? After all, the subject would fit her personality like a glove. “Have you ever seen the firefalls of Gal Gath’thong?”

“No, I haven’t,” she mumbled against his chest.

“Then I’ll paint them for you...give you a second piece of art to hang in your lovely home,” S’Talon said smiling against the top of her head. She protested that he didn’t have to, but the Riov hushed her gently. He was acutely aware that a gesture like this was an inevitability, at this point. He wanted to give her more reasons to smile, even when he’d left. Maybe then she’d remember him as more than just an unexpected guest. He would certainly remember her. How could he not? She’d reached a part of his soul that hadn’t seen any sort of real contact in a very long time.

Oh, yes. S’Talon felt something deep and abiding for this sweet, fiery woman. He knew he needed to be careful, though, lest they both get burned in the heat of her flames.

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Bliss After Bliss

A giant thank you to @bigblissandlove1 for allowing me to borrow her pointy boi captain for this SoC prompt! S’Talon is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1. This story was written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story, “The Raptor’s Descent” if you haven’t already! That’s where S’Talon came from! ✨

Day 8: Multiple Orgasms

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S’Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, making out in a turbolift, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex against a wall, dirty talk, praise kink.

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At this diplomatic function, S’Talon had noticed her almost immediately. The beginning of the evening had been dull beyond measure, but he’d managed to maintain his facade of politeness. The moment she walked through the doors to the Federation flagship’s Ten Forward, he’d stopped short, completely losing his train of thought.

The Betazoid counselor he’d been speaking with followed his gaze and smiled.

“That’s one of the Enterprise’s medical staff. Would you like an introduction, Riov?” Counselor Troi gave him a knowing smile as she no doubt noticed his immediate attraction to the new arrival. He’d agreed barely a breath later when his eyes had met the mystery woman’s, and after a quick exchange of pleasantries, the counselor gracefully extricated herself, leaving Riov S’Talon alone with the object of his curiosity.

“Tell me, lhhei, have you ever been congratulated on your ability to work medical miracles before?” He asked, and she looked up at him in beautiful confusion. “You see, before this evening, I thought I’d seen beauty, but then you arrived and showed me how lovely life could be. My vision has never been so unhindered before.”

She let out a bashful laugh before she could stop herself, and when she lifted a hand to cover her mouth, S’Talon caught it carefully in his grasp and brought it to his own lips. The dilation of her pupils told him all that he needed to know about how he wanted the rest of the evening to unfold.

Barely half an hour later, they’d flirted and teased each other enough to make a hasty exit from the festivities inevitable. He wouldn’t have any problem making her scream over the dessert table, but such a respectable lady deserved to be treated with more decorum than that. They were merely looking for an excuse, and with a mischievous smile, S’Talon knew exactly how to make that possible. His lady was proudly grasping his arm as they chatted with a Federation ambassador - a particularly dull Bolian man - when he put his plan into action.

“Forgive me, Ambassador, but I’m afraid I’m not feeling well,” he said as he set his glass on the tray of a passing server. Turning to the lovely lady on his arm, he saw concern in her eyes. With a wink, he spoke to her. “I’ve been told you’re in the medical field, lhhei. Perhaps you could give me an examination...? I’d be most grateful.”

The exact moment when she caught on, her eyes widened and she gripped his arm a little tighter.

“Of course, Riov. It would be a pleasure.” As soon as they were alone in the turbolift, S’Talon’s accomplice placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “What seems to be the trouble?”

Eager girl. He’d definitely made the right choice. With a mock-serious expression, he placed his hands on her waist.

“Ah, you see, I’ve a rather persistent ache,” he answered, and she crooned sympathetically. “Yes, it seems to be exacerbated by the presence of gorgeous officers like you.”

“I’ve got just the thing,” she whispered catching his lips in a hungry kiss. Wrapping her more securely in his arms, S’Talon moaned against her when she nipped at the corner of his mouth. He could almost swear that the lift opened at one point along their journey, but if it did, nobody got in with them. A wise decision.

They’d barely made it to the Riov’s assigned guest quarters before clothes went flying. Her dress hadn’t even hit the floor before the Romulan dropped to his knees. Pressing her back against the wall, he lifted one of her long, beautiful legs over his shoulder and kissed his way up her thigh. Savoring the feeling of her fingers digging into his hair to guide him, S’Talon showed her just how talented a Romulan lover could be, even if it was only destined to be for a night.

He loved the way she shouted his name as she fell apart, and he made it his goal to make her repeat that performance as many times as was physically possible while he was in her company. When he rose to his full height, she dragged him into a passionate kiss that had him tearing at his own clothing. He tossed his tunic aside, unfastened his trousers, and took her against the wall in a flurry of moans, whimpers, and pleas for him never to stop.

“So warm and eager...I wanted you like this from the moment I laid eyes on you,” S’Talon admitted as he looked intensely into her eyes, allowing her to see the full extent of the hunger she’d inspired in him. His pace quickened when she moaned his name, and soon they both fell apart with sounds that were more reminiscent of animals than sentient beings.

But he wasn’t prepared to leave this encounter at a single instance of ecstasy. Not by a long shot. She’d looked at him curiously as he carried her to his bed, but he just smirked against her skin as he kissed his way down to her breasts.

“Riov...?”

“Your care has been exemplary, but I’m afraid that Romulans require more extensive treatment,” he explained as his hands slid down her waist. “But only if you’re willing to continue to provide it, of course.”

Instead of an answer, she cupped the back of his head, coaxing him back up to her lips.

By the early hours of the morning, S’Talon was thoroughly proud of the amount of times she’d come for him. To his delight, he’d discovered that provided the correct combination of stimulation and praise, consecutive orgasms made her tremble and call for him with a devastated sort of affection that made his lok ache.

This dance was one to which he was becoming addicted. Looking at the clock, he knew there would only be time for a few more rounds, so he resolved to make them the best she’d ever had.

“Such a good girl. You can give me a few more, can’t you? Yes, of course you can.” S’Talon murmured as his fingers curled against his lover’s sweet spot over and over, drawing lovely little moans from her lips. “That’s right, give yourself over to me again. You deserve so much pleasure.”

He’d wondered all night what medium would suit a sketch of her the most, but he was stuck between oil pastels and his tried and true charcoals. As she tensed and arched off the bed in the throes of yet another orgasm, he couldn’t help but marvel at how responsive she’d been for him.

Without slowing his thumb’s movement on her clit, he quickly replaced his fingers with his lok, making her clutch at his shoulders as she begged him to fuck her again.

Moments later as she convulsed around his length, whimpering into the crook of his neck, S’Talon had made his decision: mixed media was the only solution. Continuing his unrelenting thrusts, the Riov allowed himself to become lost in the feeling of his lover’s embrace.

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Romulan Words:

lhhei = my lady

Riov = Captain

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Safe Haven - Part Three

We’re here!!! We finally got to the part that has the scene from my dream in it!! I’ll put a note at the end to say which scene it was, but yeah! Enjoy! And thank you for taking this impromptu three-part ride with me! 💖

Also, for those of you on my taglist, I’m so sorry. I promise I’m not trying to spam you all. I’m just posting a lot because SoC and random plot bunnies.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S’Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: Implied smut/smut adjacent, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies romance, angst, flirtation, cuddling, kissing, angst with a happy ending, implied interspecies sex, implied Human/Romulan sex.

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S’Talon had caught her looking, he was sure of it. For once, any forwardness on his part was entirely an accident, but he was certain beyond the shadow of a doubt that she had glanced down intentionally.

A week after S’Talon discovered his labor of love in his hostess’s library, the subject matter of said painting reminded him that he had never asked about the water he kept hearing. He brought it up to her one evening, and she told him about the small creek snaking through the woods near the house. The narrow body of water apparently led to a crystal clear lake with a small beach along a section of the shore.

In the early afternoon the next day, he’d gone to the lake, stripped down, and dove in for a swim. It had been too long since the last time he’d gone skinny dipping, so he remained there longer than he’d anticipated. The cool water felt rejuvenating as it welcomed him into its depths, caressing him as gently as a lover as he swam deeper. Bright sunlight trickled through the trees and across the water, creating an idyllic scene as his head burst through the lake’s surface so he could breathe.

Shaking the water from his eyes, S’Talon blinked and caught sight of a figure on the shore near his clothing with a couple of towels slung over their arm.

Ah. He knew he’d forgotten something. He swam to lake’s edge and began to climb out before he remembered his state of undress. She seemed to realize he wasn’t wearing anything when the tops of his nude hips became visible, because she offered him one of the towels she’d brought. At the last moment, though, she glanced down as he approached, then quickly looked away biting her lip.

S’Talon couldn’t help the ego boost he got from her reaction. He was very aware that he wasn’t lacking in stature with any part of his anatomy, but it still felt good to know that she was impressed.

“Thank you. Are you alright, lhhei?” He asked as he draped the towel around his waist.

“Oh, I...you’d been gone for a while, and I just noticed you didn’t bring any towels with you, so I...yeah. I’ll uh...I’ll set the extras with your clothes and leave you to it,” she said before rushing back in the direction of the house. Perhaps one day - if he was extremely lucky - he’d be able to convince her to swim with him...

For a couple of days after that, their contact was somewhat more limited and subdued than before. S’Talon couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been more embarrassed than he had supposed by the incident at the lake. When he was preparing to go to bed one night, though, he smelled something somewhat familiar.

What was that? It was sweet...warm...even a little sugary. How odd. Slipping on a pair of sleep pants, the Riov padded quietly out of his bedroom and went to investigate.

When he caught sight of his hostess, he saw her staring pensively at the painting he’d completed for her. The majestic firefalls of Gal Gath’thong now hung proudly over the mantle above her fireplace, seemingly flickering and flowing in the light low, warm lighting of its own accord.

Something was wrong, though. Her brow was furrowed. She’d been so appreciative of the painting when he’d presented it to her that he was quite certain that whatever was troubling her didn’t have anything to do with the artwork. What could it be, then?

The mug in her hands was half-empty, but his nose told him that the liquid within was the source of the scent he’d detected only moments prior. It smelled almost like chocolate. What could she be doing drinking such a strong intoxicant at such a late hour?

Her eyes widened a bit when she noticed him standing in the doorway to the living area in nothing more than a pair of soft sleep pants. He hadn’t intended to bother her, especially not shirtless. Slowly, carefully, S’Talon made his way to the sofa and took a seat beside her, glancing from the mug to her face.

“What could be serious enough to drive a lady like you to drink alone?” He asked in a low, gentle voice. Even he could hear the concern lying beneath the surface of his words, but she simply looked amused.

“Chocolate may behave like alcohol for Romulans, S’Talon, but it doesn’t for Humans,” she murmured as a smile crept across her lips. “For me, this is nothing more than something warm and sweet.”

Oh, right. He’d forgotten that little biological difference. Humans really were remarkable. They had a third of a Romulan’s strength, yet they could stomach a large mug of warmed chocolate without so much as it lowering their inhibitions.

“Then...may I ask if you’re alright? You looked troubled a moment ago...” Curiosity permeated him in the wake of his relief. She took a leisurely sip of her drink before answering.

“Whenever I had something serious on my mind when I was growing up, my grandmother would make us hot chocolate and talk it through with me. Sometimes all I needed was someone to listen while I talked my own way through the issue,” she explained, and S’Talon tilted his head curiously as he turned to face her a bit more fully. So something had been on her mind.

“If there is anything I can do to help, I assure you, dear lady, I’m the soul of discretion. Anything you tell me or ask of me will remain entirely confidential,” the Riov promised, and she looked at him with an unreadable expression.

Taking the final sip from her mug, she set it aside and scooted close enough to lean her head against his bare shoulder. Her arms wrapped loosely around his bicep as she took a deep breath. S’Talon’s heart thudded faster in his side, and he rested his chin softly against the top of her head as his hand covered one of hers.

“You just being here is enough,” she murmured, and S’Talon smiled against the top of her head. If this was what she needed from him, he would happily oblige. In fact, there was very little he would refuse her, at this point.

He’d spent a significant amount of time sorting through his feelings, wondering what the hell she was doing to him. By the time he finally realized what was happening, it was too late to go back.

Riov S’Talon - the man said to be almost impossible to tie down - was in love. This wasn’t the same type of appreciation he’d felt for his past lovers, oh no. This was deeper. This tugged at his soul and consumed him as quickly and fully as a fire would a forest’s underbrush. He’d been so happy every time a friend had found the person who completed them, but he never thought that he’d be fortunate enough to find the one who would make him feel as though all of him was visible and desirable...

But he had.

He had no idea how long they stayed tangled up like that, but eventually he felt her shift against his arm. Looking down, S’Talon’s eyes met hers, and the soft expression on her face stole his breath away. Could she feel the growing tension between them too? Did she want to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss her? Would she kiss him?

Her free hand reached up, cupping his cheek softly as she sat up. She didn’t move away immediately, and S’Talon’s heart leapt. Was this it? From his experience, that look from a partner usually meant they wanted to kiss him. Badly.

“...Thank you for your company tonight, but it’s getting late. I should get to bed before I fall asleep on you. I wouldn’t want to trap you here,” she breathed, and then she was on her feet, putting her empty mug back in the replicator before he could so much as find his voice to protest. She didn’t have to. He’d welcome her using him as a pillow anytime. He would adore her falling asleep on him. She’d been so gentle and soft in his arms. “Goodnight, S’Talon.”

“Goodnight, e’lev lhhei,” he murmured, noting how rough his voice sounded. When she disappeared down the hall and into her bedroom, the Riov felt more bereft than he had in all his life. All he’d done was not receive a kiss when he thought that he would. Why did he feel like he was crumbling into pieces?

This love was dangerous, and that realization didn’t bode well for his eventual departure. Rubbing his hands down his face, he sighed heavily. He was doomed. This woman was going to break his heart, and he had no idea how he was going to put it back together afterward.

When S’Talon finally forced himself out of bed a few mornings later, he spent a few moments watching the rain trickle down the window panes. He hadn’t slept that night. In fact, he hadn’t slept for any of the three nights since he mistakenly thought his beautiful companion was going to kiss him. That moment kept replaying over and over in his mind’s eye, driving him nearly to the brink of insanity. The gentle, affectionate look in her eyes...the soft caress of her skin against his as she touched him...

Had it really only been gratitude? Every instinct within him screamed that it was more, but if it had been, surely she would have kissed him as he’d hoped...wouldn’t she? She didn’t seem like the type of person to shrink away from a challenge. Then again, perhaps she was intimidated by him. If her reaction down at the lake was anything to go by, that could very well be the case.

It was more likely, though, that she simply didn’t share his feelings.

What a foolish old man he was! He shouldn’t have hoped that his feelings were reciprocated. After all, he’d be gone soon. Surely she wouldn’t want to subject herself to the same heartbreak that he would undoubtedly experience at his departure.

The thought that troubled him the most, though, was that he didn’t want to leave at all. With increasing frequency over the last week, the Riov found himself seriously tempted to stay with his lovely woman on this gorgeous planet. This felt like a major crossroads for S’Talon - one that he didn’t yet know how to approach.

As he always did when he was approaching a difficult question, S’Talon turned to his art for an answer.

Sighing heavily, the Romulan Captain dressed in a tunic that his hostess had replicated for him the day he arrived. The soft fabric was somewhere between slate blue and gray, bringing out the depth of color in his eyes. There was a pair of pants that complemented it, and he realized rather belatedly that there was an inherent sentimentality in his choice. She had replicated that outfit for him. Though the sleeves were a little long, she had believed that this color would look good on him.

He really was in over his head.

Truth be told, S’Talon enjoyed the feeling of someone caring enough to put real thought into something that was meant for him. Though she likely didn’t care for him the way he wished that she did, he still savored the feeling of the soft fabric caressing his skin.

Grabbing his sketchbook and charcoal, he wandered out of his room and toward the back porch in the hopes that the soothing natural rhythm of the rain would help him relax and distract him from his troubled thoughts. Maybe then, his subconscious would be able to sort out what he should do.

As he opened the door, though, his breath caught in his throat. On one end of the loveseat was the very woman who had practically made a home in his mind. When she looked up at him seemingly unaware that he’d been there for several long moments, S’Talon cleared his throat quietly, giving her a small smile in an attempt to appear more confident than he felt.

“May I join you, my lady? I find it soothing to sketch during a gentle rain.”

She smiled up at him and patted the seat next to her in invitation.

“Of course. What’s mine is yours, S’Talon,” she murmured, and the Riov thanked her, sitting beside her as she’d indicated.

The pair lapsed into silence, enjoying the sound of raindrops trickling down from the heavens and onto the ground below. The rustling of leaves in the wind added an almost musical quality to the atmosphere, and, with a particularly swirling gust, S’Talon made up his mind about what he wanted to draw.

As surreptitiously as he could manage, he stole glances at his companion, carving out her visage in profile on the page, even including the book that lay closed atop her lap. Gradually, he shut off his mind and began to lose himself in his art, creating the strands of her hair and the curve of her eyelashes with the ease of his many decades of experience.

The shape of her lips, the gentle slope of her neck as she reclined easily with the use of the small ottoman in front of her...S’Talon brought every part of her to life upon the page in front of him. He worked with such focus that by the time he’d filled the pair of pages in front of him with sketches of her, he couldn’t be sure just how much time had passed.

Just as he always did when he drew himself out of an intense sketching session, S’Talon felt as though he was waking from a dream...as though he had come back to reality from a land filled only with flicks of the wrist and smears of black and gray. He set his charcoal carefully into his sketchbook and allowed himself the rare luxury of observing his lovely companion unfettered.

Apparently, she hadn’t noticed yet that he’d stopped. He’d observed her before, of course, but usually he had the excuse of being in conversation with her. Now, though, he had no such reasoning to hide his interest in her. He wanted so desperately to reach out and touch her...to coax her into his arms and confess everything he felt for her, but he knew that wasn’t feasible.

He already knew that when he left, his heart would be torn in half by the loss of her. S’Talon didn’t want to give her any reason to experience the same pain. As much as he wanted her to feel the same, he didn’t want her to be hurt at his hands, physically or emotionally. If she was, he knew he could never forgive himself. She’d been so kind and generous and welcoming. How could he justify risking her heart, too? Surely he would experience enough heartbreak for the both of them–

The Riov blinked and she was looking at him. Her lovely, much-too-clever eyes were staring right into his soul, likely dissecting his feelings as easily as she dismantled encryption codes. Of course, he supposed that hadn’t exactly been subtle. He was quite certain that his feelings were plainly written upon his face - longing and love were undoubtedly obvious in his expression. He couldn’t hide it.

Alarmingly, he didn’t want to hide it anymore.

Looking down at his sketchbook, surprise flitted over her face as she realized that she had been the subject of his artistic endeavors on this rainy morning. Her eyes flicked back up to his, and she reached carefully over, rubbing her thumb over his cheek as she mumbled something about a charcoal smudge.

S’Talon knew she was just being helpful, but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned into her gentle touch, allowing his eyelids to flutter shut for a moment before he caught her hands in his and brought them to his lips. Taking a shaky breath, he opened his eyes from his stolen moment of bliss just in time to see her swallow nervously and get to her feet.

His heart almost stopped in his side. Had he scared her away?

Instead of leaving, though, she set his sketching materials and her book aside and took a tentative seat sideways on his lap. She braced her hands on his broad shoulders and was unfazed when he steadied her with his large, strong hands.

S’Talon could scarcely believe that this was real. Was he truly awake? His hostess looked as surprised by her own boldness as he felt.

“E’lev...you have no idea how much I want to kiss you,” he breathed, using the last of his restraint to hold himself back. This had to be her choice. He wouldn’t rush this. No matter how far they’d come or what he could infer from her behavior, this had to be her decision. He wouldn’t risk her heart with his own foolish wishes. If the flames of desire were to be fanned between them, he couldn’t be the one to start it. Not this time. She had to actively choose to take this risk.

And she did. One moment S’Talon was awestruck by the sight of the woman he loved in his arms, and the next, her soft, beautiful lips were against his. He kissed her back - of course he did - and she stole his thoughts and discipline all at once when she let out a quiet whimper against his lips. Wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her closer, the Riov wove his free hand into her hair near the base of her skull, trying to convey how much he felt for her with just his lips.

He didn’t rush her, didn’t change her pace, instead he simply met her passion with own. Eventually, they broke apart for breath, and S’Talon cupped her face as lightly as he could, dropping gentle kisses against her forehead, her eyelids, and her nose with all the tenderness he could muster.

When their lips met again, he could taste salt. Were those his tears or hers? Both, perhaps?

His curiosity was obliterated by the feeling of her fingers fumbling with the front of his tunic. Sweeping her up into his arms, the Riov carried his lover inside. She deserved to have their first time together be in a bed where he could spread her out and truly worship her.

Several hours later, having accomplished exactly that multiple times, S’Talon and his lady love were tangled up in each other, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasms of their lives. Her small, delicate fingers traced nonsensical patterns over his chest through the silvery hair that covered his pecs when he heard her sniffle.

It took him a moment to process what he’d heard, but when she sniffled a second time, alarm coursed through him.

“Sweet girl...Oh, e’lev, what’s wrong?” S’Talon asked as he gently kissed away her tears. “Have I hurt you?”

She shook her head, allowing him to wrap her in his arms and hold her close.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered against his chest, and before the Riov could ask what she meant, she continued quickly as if confessing to a crime. “I know this probably isn’t what you wanted. You probably have lady friends in every system, and this is likely just another affair to you, but I...S’Talon, I think I’m in love with you.”

Was he dreaming? She’d deduced rather early on that he was something of a lady’s man and a flirt, joking that he probably charmed every woman he came across, and he hadn’t dissuaded her of the notion. She was essentially correct, but he hadn’t realized that that particular fact had been causing her such consternation and anxiety. Was this what she’d been so troubled by the night he found her sipping hot chocolate and staring off into nothingness? Had she been afraid that he couldn’t return her affections because of his past?

Nothing could be further from the truth. He’d been grateful that she’d felt attracted to him in the first place, but for her to feel the same way he did...S’Talon knew he’d been given a miraculous gift. He just needed to ensure that she knew that, too.

With tears brimming in his own eyes, S’Talon pulled back just far enough to kiss his lover with all the emotion that had been pounding away inside his chest.

“You’re...not mad at me?” A small, damp laugh escaped him before he could stop it, and he kissed her forehead.

“Of course not. In fact, I’ll let you in on a secret,” he murmured, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “I love you, too, e’lev. I love you with all that I am.”

If the soft kisses she peppered across his face were any indication, they’d been sharing the same emotional torment. Her lips met his, and they twined together once more, reveling in the relief that they were both equally smitten with each other.

The weeks that followed were as idyllic as a dream. Melting into each other over and over, S’Talon and his lover lived as though they’d always been together and would be inseparable for the rest of their lives.

But they both knew in the backs of their minds that time was an imminent threat. Beneath all the sweet, romantic words, the kisses and caresses, there was the sobering knowledge that soon the Dhaemnasi would expect his Riov to come back to Romulus. Every moment, every second that passed drew them just that much closer to their hearts shattering irreparably, but neither of them would change their decision to be together for anything.

Finally, one morning while they were laying in bed together catching their breath, S’Talon realized there might be a way to delay time, even if he couldn’t stop it.

“E’lev, you get assignments from the Tal, occasionally. Do you have a secure commlink to Koval that I can use?” S’Talon murmured, and his little lover kissed her way softly across his cheek.

“I’ll set it up for you,” she promised before slipping out of his arms and grabbing a robe to do just that. How had he gotten so lucky? Mere moments later, he stood fully dressed in front of the comm screen and watched Koval’s face appear.

“Status report, Riov,” the Dhaemnasi ordered, and S’Talon obliged him, giving him a perfunctory nod of his head.

“The mission went without incident. There were no unanticipated problems or consequences,” he stated, and Koval lifted an eyebrow.

“There are still two weeks left before you return. If there were no complications, then what, may I ask, is the purpose of your communication?”

After a final, minor hesitation and a deep, steadying breath, S’Talon looked at his old friend and prayed that he would understand the significance of what he was about to do.

“I wish to request a leave of absence. It has been over a decade since I have taken more than a short pause between missions. As such, I should have a significant amount of time accumulated,” the Riov said watching as Koval tilted his head. “I realize this isn’t exactly the most convenient request that I could make, but...”

“A leave of absence? Are you certain, old friend? For a man of your standing such a break would not harm your career, but you’ve always been so enthusiastic and dedicated,” the Chairman said adopting a slightly more relaxed posture in his chair. “What happened?”

Allowing his own posture to slacken by a fraction, he leaned back against the desk behind him.

“I...believe I may have found something unique here, something...that I desperately need to explore.” Raising a placating hand, S’Talon cut off the other man’s objections before he could voice them. “I’m quite certain I know what you’re thinking, and no, I am not asking for this leave time in order to conduct a mere fling. I would never shirk my responsibilities for something temporary. This time...Koval, I have never felt a connection like this. Perhaps this sounds melodramatic, but there is a part of my very being that is screaming for me to pursue this, and if I don’t, I feel as though I’ll die. My old friend, you know I would never make a request like this unless it was for a good reason.”

S’Talon watched as his friend steepled his fingers. Silence stretched between them for longer than he’d expected, and just when he was certain he’d made a mistake even hoping for a positive reaction, Koval nodded his head.

“How long?”

The Riov could barely believe he’d gotten this far.

“Long enough to determine what she and I should do. If I recall correctly, I think I have over half a year of leave time built up, so...maybe two of those months?” S’Talon suggested, and Koval shook his head.

“No, that simply won’t do,” the Dhaemnasi said, and S’Talon’s heart plummeted. “Take three instead.”

Looking up sharply, he was quite certain that surprise was etched across his face.

“Pardon?”

“Take three months of leave. That should be sufficient time for you both to determine if you wish to truly pursue this, and if you do, you’ll also have time to consider how you will make such a relationship possible.” S’Talon could hardly believe what he was hearing. “Did you truly believe I would refuse you? I’ll handle the details. Now, go. Be with your mate. If you need anything else, you know where to find me.”

The Riov barely had time to stammer out his gratitude before the Dhaemnasi terminated the connection. He was free. Shutting off the terminal, S’Talon walked out of his lover’s study and found her humming a quiet tune as she poured tea into two mugs for them. He wasted no time in striding over to her and setting the teapot aside as he crushed his lips against hers.

“He said yes,” he breathed between kisses, and she threw her arms around his shoulders. “He must’ve been afraid of angering his best hacker. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a while, e’lev lhhei.”

“Oh, what a terrible shame,” she teased as he lifted her onto the countertop and stepped between her legs. Her fingers wove into his graying hair and S’Talon joyfully accepted her affection. They would have time to discuss their options and their future, but first, he wanted to make the woman he loved scream his name again.

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For those who are interested, the scene from my dream was the one where S’Talon joins the reader on the porch during the rain shower and sketches her. It was from my perspective, and I woke up right before I could try to wipe the charcoal smudge off his cheek, though. 😭 So now you know what drove me to the brink of insanity.

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Safe Haven - Part One

This fic is not related to my SoC fics. A couple of days before I posted “Bliss After Bliss” this fic was injected into my brain by an actual dream I had about S’Talon. Obviously, I embellished bits here and there and added an actual plot, but if I don’t get this onto paper in some form or fashion, I will, in fact, lose my entire fucking mind and/or explode. So here we go! An entire two part fic (or three if I become particularly verbose) for a single scene that’s driving me fucking insane! 😇

S’Talon is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1. This story was written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story, “The Raptor’s Descent” if you haven’t already! That’s where S’Talon came from! Also, the lehe’jhme wine that’s mentioned was also created by Bliss and first mentioned in “The Raptor’s Descent”! ✨

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S’Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This chapter is just a buildup, but the next will have at least implied smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Minor flirtation, instant attraction, sleepy S’Talon, idk most of this chapter is just plot.

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Was this really the place Sloan had told him about? It had been well-hidden, shielded and cloaked from any prying eyes, but...an aging cabin that looked as though it could collapse under the stress of a particularly strong gust of wind? Really? This was to be his safe house for the next month or two? With a heavy sigh, S’Talon ascended the porch steps and pressed the door chime.

“Once your mission is complete, you’ll need to lay low for a while,” Koval had told him, and at the Dhaemnasi’s urging, he’d accepted a small data PADD and a briefing from Luther Sloan about how to reach the place.

“It may not seem like much on the surface, but there’s no safer place in the galaxy,” the Human had said with a proud smirk. “The person who lives here will no doubt be surprised to see a Romulan, but this PADD should be enough to convince her that you’re trustworthy. She’s a friend of mine, so I don’t expect any problems.”

“Understood,” S’Talon had answered, but despite his personal curiosity about this woman, he had a mission. Setting his sights on the task ahead, he’d listened to the rest of his briefing with single-minded concentration.

Thanks to his caution in the field, he’d been able to accomplish his goal and fly away unscathed. The last leg of his journey had been traversed with the assistance of the most advanced cloak that the Tal Shiar had developed. There was absolutely no way he’d been followed, despite the length of the journey spanning multiple days.

Upon arrival on the seemingly empty forest planet at the coordinates that he’d been given, he’d almost been fooled into thinking he’d miscalculated, but in this business, he came to expect the unexpected. Sure enough, he’d exited his small ship and walked through the trees. He’d soon felt the telltale tickle of a shield parting around him, and a home made of dark brown wood and some sort of brick appeared before him.

Waiting outside the door for an answer of some sort, S’Talon allowed himself to take in his surroundings. A few small wind chimes played in the breeze from their hooks at the edge of the porch, creating a serene sort of asynchronous symphony. Somewhere, S’Talon could hear the rush of water. Was there a river near here?

His musing was cut short by the door opening to reveal–

Oh. Oh, she was beautiful...

Any objections the Riov had previously held were promptly wiped away by the sight of a lovely Human woman standing in the doorway in an oversized sweater and gray shorts. Utterly speechless, he could do no more than blink like a brainless fool.

“...Can I help you, sir?” Even her voice was lovely. It took him a long moment to come to two jarring realizations. The first was that she’d spoken flawless Romulan. The second was that he’d been silent for entirely too long. Clearing his throat and attempting to regain his cognitive functions, S’Talon took a small step toward her.

“Forgive my interruption of your solitude, lhhei. I am Riov S’Talon of the Tal Shiar, and I come seeking shelter. A friend of yours, Luther Sloan, told me about this place. He swore me to secrecy and entrusted me with this PADD,” he said offering her the device. She relaxed visibly when she heard Sloan’s name, and when she skimmed the PADD, she gave him a small smile and invited him inside.

Like any respectful guest, he removed his muddied boots and set them next to a smaller blue pair that he assumed belonged to his hostess. Glancing around the entryway, he noted that the inside of the house seemed much sturdier and more well-maintained than he’d anticipated. Perhaps the apparent dilapidation was a facade meant to discourage unwelcome visitors...

“Well, Riov, if Luther felt confident enough about you to reveal my location, you’re either an incredibly skilled, trustworthy operative or a friend of Dhaemnasi Koval’s,” she called as she led him into the main living space. He couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter as he observed the small fire crackling away in the fireplace. The whole room was seemingly bathed in a comforting, welcoming sort of atmosphere - one that was very much needed after his mission. A sort of bone-deep fatigue had made itself at home in his limbs and was becoming harder and harder for him to ignore.

“I would say that both are true, but I wouldn’t dare be that arrogant. I am indeed a friend of the Dhaemnasi’s,” he said as he watched her clear some books off of a particularly comfortable looking sofa. “But please, lhhei, call me S’Talon.”

“As you wish. Why don’t you have a seat while I set up the guest room? You must be exhausted after whatever mission those boys just had you on,” she said, and if he didn’t know better, he would’ve guessed that she was part Betazoid.

Or perhaps he simply looked as tired as he felt. With the utmost gratitude, S’Talon did as she suggested, allowing himself to melt into the cushions with a relieved sigh. His tight, aching muscles began slowly releasing themselves from the knots they’d become in the last few days. When he opened his eyes, he found her smiling at him in a gentle, amused sort of fashion.

“You enjoy witnessing the suffering of a poor old man, lhhei? How very cruel,” he teased with a warm smile of his own. She laughed and shook her head before heading off to get a room ready for him, calling over her shoulder that she’d be back in a moment.

Sloan hadn’t warned him that this place would be Vorta Vor in disguise, the bastard, which raised the question: how did he know this woman? Was she a family member? A lover? A former agent? A...what did Humans call it? A guardian angel?

Yes, that was it. She must be one of those. Sloan had finally taken mercy upon S’Talon and sent him into the tender arms of a guardian angel hidden amongst the trees on an otherwise uninhabited planet. His exhausted mind turned the idea over a few times as his eyes fluttered shut again. The last thought he had before he drifted into a well-deserved, but unintentional sleep was what it would be like to kiss an angel.

A delicious scent lifted the Riov gently back to consciousness. It took a long moment for him to remember where he was. The flickering flame in the fireplace coupled with the deep, seductive indigo of the night sky peeking at him through the window finally brought his situation back to him. Blinking slowly, he looked down to find a soft blanket draped carefully over him.

“Computer, what time is it?” He rasped, but all that met his ears was a rather heavenly laugh.

“I don’t have a central computer unit tied in with the house. I have a replicator, a terminal to do my work, and a few other minor systems, but nothing like the computers you’re used to on the T’Met,” his hostess called from somewhere behind him. “It’s roughly nineteen-thirty hours.”

“Ah, thank you, lhhei. My apologies, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. It’s been a long day.” Sitting up and stretching slightly, S’Talon set aside the blanket she’d so kindly draped over him and stood. “What smells so good?”

“That would be dinner. I only know a few Romulan recipes, so this is something closer to fusion cuisine,” she said. Thanks to the open concept layout of the ground floor level of the house, he was able to watch as she stirred something in a pan. She was cooking by hand? “I figured you’d be hungry after a hard mission.”

“I’m very grateful for your consideration, dear lady, and no matter the type of cuisine, it’s sure to be delicious,” he said walking slowly into the kitchen to lean against an open section of the counter. “Oh, and thank you for the blanket.”

“You’re welcome,” she said picking up a bottle and drizzling something into the pan along with what appeared to be an array of seared vegetables. Maybe it was because he had been in a small, cloaked vessel for three days with no outside contact, but every moment he spent in this lovely woman’s presence, he felt increasingly revitalized. “If you’d like a change of clothes, I laid a few replicated garments out on your bed. You’ll have to forgive me if I misjudged the measurements somewhat. I’ve never had the honor of dressing a man of your stature before.”

A laugh spilled from his throat, sounding rougher than usual from his sleep.

“The honor is all mine, I assure you,” S’Talon murmured, wondering what she’d chosen for him. “I wonder, lhhei, have I time to tidy myself up a bit before we eat?”

“Of course. I only started a few minutes ago, and I can keep the food warm for you. Take as long as you need. Your bedroom is the third room on the left down the hall,” she said gesturing in the right direction.

“Khlinae arhem,” he replied, and pausing just long enough to see surprise flit over her features, the Riov went to find his temporary quarters. This would certainly be an interesting couple of months.

He emerged from a shower not long after, utterly relaxed by the spray of hot water. How long had it been since he’d used a real water shower instead of a sonic one? Too long, his tired muscles screamed in answer. Taking care of his grooming efficiently, S’Talon removed the bit of stubble that had sprouted along his jaw during his journey and slipped into one of the sets of clothing his hostess had provided for him.

She hadn’t been very far off guessing his measurements. The sleeves of his emerald green tunic were perhaps a couple of centimeters too long compared to what he normally wore, but otherwise they were quite comfortable. He supposed it was better for a garment to be a little too big rather than too small.

Clever girl. From what he could see, she lived here alone. His brows drew together slightly. He had several questions about his lovely hostess, but he was a patient man. Just as he hoped to draw more laughter and smiles from her, he intended to find out a bit more about her.

Once he was dressed and felt a bit more like himself, S’Talon made his way back out toward the kitchen. Seemingly freezing when she saw him, the Romulan watched as her eyes flitted up and down the length of his body. Now that he’d rested a little, he felt confident enough to give her one of his most charming smiles in return.

“It seems that I have an excellent stylist,” he said standing a little straighter and holding his arms out at his sides to show off how well everything fit. “You’ve underestimated your own abilities, lhhei.”

“No way. That was just a lucky guess,” she demurred as she retrieved two wine glasses for the table. “I’m afraid I don’t have any kali-fal to offer you, but the Dhaemnasi keeps me well-stocked with his family’s wine as payment for services rendered to the Empire.”

S’Talon’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. Not just anyone was considered worthy enough to be gifted Koval’s lehe’jhme wine. She must be someone very special, indeed.

“I’d be honored to share a glass with you,” he replied, and soon they were seated together at her little dining table. Conversation had remained within safe topics to begin with, ranging from his opinion on his accommodations to anything he may want or need while he stayed with her. In a moment of boldness spurred on by the intimacy of the setting, he’d given her a flirtatious wink. “I require no more than the pleasure of your company and a place to lay my head at night. Those small privileges alone are enough to allow me to die a happy man.”

She’d seemed pleased and more than a little surprised by his forthrightness. Over the rim of her wine glass, she’d given him an appraising look.

“I don’t know what to make of you, Riov. You’re...not like any Tal Shiar officer I’ve ever met before,” she mused, and he gave a low hum.

“Perhaps our time together will afford both of us some clarity,” he said as he swirled the golden liquid in his glass thoughtfully. “If I may ask, how did you know that I’m the Commander of the T’Met?”

“Ah, that. Since I do so much behind the scenes work for Sloan and Koval, they’ve given me my own isolated database. They send me relevant files when necessary. That PADD you gave me had an access code for a limited view of your personnel file. Nothing too detailed, but basic information like your name, age, and current public assignment listing,” she replied, and S’Talon nodded his head. That was along the lines of what he’d expected.

“What sort of work do you do for our mutual friends? I’m not asking for specifics, I assure you. I understand how this business operates better than most. A generalization or two will be sufficient to satiate my curiosity.” The Riov was intrigued with her beyond measure and found his exhaustion quickly fading in favor of learning about the woman in front of him. Did she have a lover? What sort of activities did she enjoy when she wasn’t assisting the Tal or Section Thirty One? What would her pretty lips feel like against his?

Stop it, you’re getting ahead of yourself, old man.

“Well, to be general about it, I...get into files that I shouldn’t on behalf of both agencies,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Both are very aware that should I desire it, I could see any of their files at any time through my own ingenuity should they give me a reason to no longer be on their side.”

That notion pulled a hearty laugh from S’Talon’s chest. This sweet, considerate, diminutive woman had the heads of two intelligence agencies right where she wanted them. No wonder Sloan had said there was no safer place in the galaxy for him to hide.

“You are not at all what I expected to find here, lhhei,” the Riov exclaimed, and that suited his tastes perfectly.

When the two unlikely housemates finally parted ways to get some sleep that night, they’d made their way through most of the bottle of Koval’s wine that she’d opened and had become familiar enough with one another that the rest of their time together would, hopefully, be as easy as breathing.

~*~*~

Romulan Words:

lhhei = my lady

Khlinae arhem = thank you (inferior to superior)

Riov = Captain

Dhaemnasi = Chairman of the Tal Shiar

~*~

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