#Sabrun x Reader

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Fixture

Tbh this is one of the days of the SOC fic challenge that I’ve been looking forward to the most. I have no excuse for this level of filth, and y’know what? That’s okay. I did mention some Senators in particular, simply because I had ideas for how they’d react to such a situation. Anyway. Enjoy!

DARK THEMES ARE IMPLIED. PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING.

Day 3: Free Use

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Entire Romulan Senate (DS9 Era) x Reader, Praetor Neral (TNG/DS9) x Reader, Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader, Vreenak (ST:DS9) x Reader, Pardek (ST:TNG) x Reader, Sabrun (Nemesis) x Reader, implied Kimara Cretak (DS9) x Reader x Pardek

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

Warnings: ***DUBIOUS CONSENT/NON-CON IS IMPLIED. DO NOT CONTINUE IF THAT TRIGGERS YOU*** Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, captive/captors, free use, degrading language, unprotected sex, fingering, woman on top, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism, voyeruism, sexual slavery, cock warming, implied threesome.

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In all his years, Pardek had never been so interested in a Senate toy. There had been a few back when he was first appointed, but for several decades, the position had been vacant. Having a Human was a rarity - one that had not been seen since the Earth-Romulan War two centuries prior.

Pardek wasn’t the only one who was intrigued by this woman. Several Senators - particularly the unmarried ones - along with the Praetor made regular use of her. Typically, their sessions began with her lips wrapped around Praetor Neral’s lok. At first, that choice was obviously intended to degrade her. After all, she had been caught spying for the Federation in Romulan territory. Neral had ordered his guards to drag her in front of the Senate to face her crimes.

“The Federation has grown bold in the past few years, now they even send spies into our space, but no more. We will make an example out of this woman,” Neral said as she knelt in chains between his guards in the center of the Romulan Senate floor. She looked resolute rather than frightened, but that changed a moment later. “However, let it not be said that the Romulan Empire is without mercy.”

Confused murmurs and whispers arose from the Senators who had been eagerly awaiting her execution.

“I suggest that we invoke a substitute punishment in place of the usual death sentence. It has been too many years since this distinguished body has had an outlet. I move, Senators, that we make use of this pretty little Human as was done in the previous century,” the Praetor said as he stood and took a few slow steps toward the woman who now looked utterly terrified. “As we carry the burden of ruling the Empire, she will serve as relief for our stress. Using herself in any way we require to perform at our peaks, she will serve the Empire and be an example of where Humans and other members of the Federation belong: at our feet.”

The vote had been overwhelmingly in favor after Neral’s speech. After that day, there hadn’t been a single Senate session where she’d gone untouched. Men like Neral and Vreenak preferred her mouth for the degrading position that it put her in. The latter never even learned her name, he simply called out a gruff, commanding ‘come here, girl’ when he wanted her.

Vreenak was also part of the reason that she’d learned a few words of the Rihan language. He insisted that she thank him in his own language every time he came down her throat. The Senator claimed it was only polite that she do so.

“After all,” he’d explained to her when she’d dared to look confused at his request, “we could’ve tossed you into the Reman mines and allowed those animals to use you. Instead you are allowed to give pleasure to government officials. That honor is not one that a spy is usually afforded.”

Vreenak had gripped her hair particularly roughly, afterwards, making her yelp in pain.

“Now, what do we say?” His deadly quiet tone combined with his authority in the Senate Chamber made her shake.

“Khlinae arhem, Deihu.” She’d stumbled over the words the first few times, but after several repeat performances she sounded as though she’d been born speaking Rihannsu.

Letant had a routine with her, as well, but he made his enjoyment much more obvious. Since he and Vreenak were close friends, the former would often call her over directly after the latter had finished with her. Whispering sultry little words about how cool and impersonal his colleague could be, Letant sought to give her some sort of gentleness as he took his pleasure.

“Your pronunciation is improving, but I’ve heard enough talk. Come here and give me some of those lovely moans.” Brushing her hair out of her face, he’d tilt her chin up and coax her into standing before him. One of his favorite ways to play was teasing her about how wet she’d become. “You were looking forward to this, weren’t you? Don’t worry. I was, too. These sumptuous thighs keep me awake at night...”

As he allowed his hand to wander between her legs, giving her the first real taste of pleasure she’d had all day, he’d pull her off-balance just far enough that she was forced to brace herself on his chest or shoulders. That was a devious, ingenious plan, really. In doing so, he ensured that she was at the perfect angle for him to lean in and latch onto one of her nipples. Some days he’d make her come once before he pulled her onto his lap to fuck her, but more often than not, he felt generous enough to make it twice.

Pardek had asked him about that act of charity one day after the Senate was adjourned, and as they walked together, the younger man had surprised him with his answer.

“She’s no doubt realized by now that she won’t see her home or even her star system again. She’s likely still frightened of us all, and, although some fear can be used to reinforce discipline, I don’t want her to have a coronary on the Senate floor,” Letant had murmured. “Besides, I’ve had a few Terran women in the past. They can be quite enjoyable when properly stimulated. You should try her out, Pardek. She’s wonderfully warm and accommodating.”

There was little the elder Romulan could do but attempt to conceal his blush and hurry off under the guise of being late for a meeting. As he retreated to his own office, Pardek had mulled Letant’s statement over, thoroughly intrigued with the young strategist’s approach to this pretty little Human spy. He had to admit that sex was much more appealing when your partner was willing and unafraid.

The woman’s eyes had flitted his way more than once while she was tending to Praetor Neral’s pleasure at the beginning of each session. He suspected it was due to his seat’s proximity to the man, but that didn’t explain the emotion behind the look that she gave him. Was she afraid of him? But then, she wasn’t afraid of Neral. She hated him, certainly, but he knew what her fear looked like. He saw it every time Vreenak summoned her.

As Pardek watched today’s session unfold from his prestigious seat near the Praetor, Senator Sabrun caught the girl’s gaze after she assisted Letant and summoned her over, offering her a soft smile and one of his hands. Sabrun had only been with her once before, and when a deep green blush colored his cheeks, Pardek surmised that he’d been trying to resist the urge to take her again so soon after their first session.

Several sets of eyes followed her progress as she walked over to him, Pardek’s included. He had to admit that the swish of her nude hips was enticing. What was it about Human women that turned the heads of so many Romulans? Was it their softness? Their scent? Perhaps their eagerness to please their partners?

Coaxing her onto his lap, Sabrun grasped the back of her neck and looked directly into her eyes as she took his lok into her slick, wet slit. The intensity of the moment and each other’s expressions pulled quiet moans from both of them.

Pushing his fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet during deliberations on a legal matter, Sabrun watched her with lust clouding his eyes. She certainly didn’t seem to be afraid of him. Maybe Letant was right and his previous ministrations relaxed her enough that fear no longer possessed her...

He had no idea how long he’d been lost in thought, but when a moan muffled by the fingers in her mouth escaped her, he was brought back to the present just in time to see her riding Sabrun as if both their lives depended on it. Their eyes were locked, and her forehead was nearly touching his. The two clearly had chemistry. Perhaps in a different universe, the two could have been lovers.

She came so hard that Sabrun was pulled along with her almost instantly, and in a flash, Pardek had made up his mind. Once she had recovered her breath and gotten to her feet once more, he met the Human’s gaze and beckoned her over with a wave of his fingers. She looked surprised at his attention, and, honestly, he couldn’t blame her. He’d never availed himself of her services before. With wide eyes, she walked over to him.

The rest of the Senate went quiet when they noted her trajectory. Pardek’s actions and statements were always noted in the Senate given that he’d been a member for over ninety years. When he spoke, it wasn’t rashly or without careful thought, so people tended to listen.

This evening, as he patted his thigh and murmured for her to have a seat, all eyes were on him. Pardek paid them no attention, choosing instead to savor the feeling of her arm slipping over his shoulder to steady herself. His own hands began to roam somewhat slowly, caressing her nude thighs and spreading them for his inspection. Some of the mess that Sabrun had left inside her leaked out of her used and abused slit.

“We shouldn’t let this go to waste, should we?” He asked as he slid his fingers through her folds.

“No, Deihu.” Her voice shook as she spoke. Again, Pardek couldn’t blame her. She knew little of him besides his serious, quiet countenance. His attitude when combined with his stature - he wasn’t a small man by any means - doubtlessly served to intimidate her.

As he pushed some of his colleague’s seed back inside her and curled his fingers experimentally in her depths, she bit her lower lip. The pleasure that gradually filled her eyes made Pardek smirk with pride. He’d had more than his share of sexual experiences over the years, and he was eager to see how well his knowledge applied to Human women.

She let out a little whimper as he pulled his fingers from her depths and moved to free his length from his robes. She even reached for it, but he caught her wrist. There was a pause, then. As her eyes met his, he noted that there was no longer any fear. Brimming with curiosity, she tilted her head in askance, waiting for instruction. Silently, he maneuvered her in his lap as easily as he would a toy. Pardek let out a deep groan as she sank down on his lok, one which was echoed by a gasp from her at his size.

Oh, now he understood the appeal!

Looking out at the rest of the Senators as Pardek pulled her back against his chest, she let her head drop backwards onto his shoulder. He had to admit that the sensation of her stretching to accommodate him as her body melted against him was addictive and like nothing he’d ever felt before.

“Good girl,” he breathed against her ear. He held her hips in place with one hand and brought the other between her legs to rub at the little bundle of nerves that the others had taken such joy in discovering. Since the session was almost over for the day, Pardek would use her to warm his lok until they adjourned.

Afterwards, well...there were many possible activities that a man of his experience could dream up for a pretty little toy like her. Given the attention they had already drawn, he suspected they’d have an audience for their activities, as well. Even Kimara was watching them with rapt interest. Hm...perhaps he should invite her to join in...?

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A note for those who are wondering who Senator Sabrun is:

Sabrun was in Star Trek: Nemesis. Since Senator Sabrun wasn't officially named in the dialogue of the film in which he appeared, I'm talking about the Romulan played by John Berg. His Memory Alpha page is here. His character wasn't given a name in the initial script, and he originally had a speech in the film that was later deleted. Sabrun got his name from the Star Trek Customizable Card Game.

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Romulan words:

Khlinae arhem = thank you (inferior to superior)

Deihu = Senator

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The Lifeline - Part One: The Message

...Yes this is another plot bunny. Yes I still have a ton of requests to get out. It's fine. Blame the brainrot.

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Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Vreenak (DS9) x Reader

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

Warnings: Spoilers for ST:VOY S1E7 "Eye of the Needle", references to Romulan politics, references to an interspecies relationship, Romulan/Human relationship, interspecies romance, threats, espionage, angst, time travel bs (it'll make your head hurt if you analyze it too much, or at least it made mine hurt), references to marriage/a mating bond.

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**2367 - Stardate Classified, Late afternoon - Romulan Senate**

Listening to Sabrun drone on and on about the threat of the Federation-Cardassian peace treaty was usually something Vreenak would enjoy, but today, his head ached. He'd been in nothing but meeting after meeting for weeks on end, both for the Senate and the Tal Shiar, and the tedium was finally getting to him.

When was the last time he took leave? Years, most assuredly - before he was elected to the Senate seven years ago.

Wasn't that about how long Sabrun had been talking? Consciously straightening in his seat, he forced his shoulders to release some of their tension. He relished the opportunity to serve his people, to protect them, but he hated long-winded sessions like this.

A tap on the arm knocked him out of the deep, sinking morass of his thoughts, drawing his attention to the aide who'd approached him. He wore not the uniform of the government, but that of the Tal Shiar.

Elements bless Koval for saving him from such an utterly dull session!

Quietly, he gave the Praetor a deferential nod and slipped out of the Senate building. The fresh air caressing his face sent a bolt of relief through him. Even though he would likely not be allowed to rest for some hours, he couldn't find it within himself to be resentful. He did need to take some leave, no doubt, but for now, he'd gladly accept the moment's respite that his position with the Tal had just given him.

"Ah, the Chairman summoned you, as well?" Vreenak smirked at the sound of Letant's voice, and he slowed long enough for his friend to catch up.

"Luckily. I thought Sabrun would never shut up. He makes good points, obviously, but does he never tire of the sound of his own voice?"

Letant let out a tired chuckle of his own at Vreenak's ire, but both men were too relieved to be free to dwell on their frustrations.

"Any idea what this might be about, Mr. Vice-Chairman?" Letant's use of the title brought a genuine smile to the other man's lips. Vreenak had only earned it a year prior, and he was damned proud of his success. "Am I to finally be silenced for knowing too much about you?"

"Never, old friend. We may disagree on some points, but I value you too much to ever allow it to come to that." Vreenak murmured as they walked.

"Thank you for coming so promptly. I hope that I have not inconvenienced the Senate too much by pulling you both mid-session," Koval called the moment that the pair of Senators stepped into his office, shrugging off their outer robes. A smirk played across the Vice-Chairman's lips.

"You and I both know that inconveniencing others is one of your favorite pastimes," he called taking a seat before Koval's desk and allowing himself to sink into the cushioned chair with a relieved groan. Letant took the other. "I must thank you. One of our colleagues had become...tedious."

"You will not thank me in a moment." Koval's tone was graver than Vreenak had heard it in some time. Uh oh. That was always a bad sign. "What I am about to show you goes no farther than this room. One of the Empire's scientists - Telek R'Mor, Captain of the Talvath - died recently."

Vreenak's brow furrowed slightly, and Letant tilted his head.

"His family has our sympathies, but I, for one, fail to see the relevance," the latter remarked.

The Chairman stood and poured both of his guests generous servings of kali-fal.

"There was a data storage device found in his belongings. It was accessed, and the contents were...intriguing. You see, it contained personal messages from the crew of a Starfleet ship to their families," Koval continued, "a Starfleet ship that has not yet been built."

At that, Vreenak froze with his glass halfway to his mouth, and Letant's lips parted in surprise.

"They were messages from the future?" Vreenak hadn't meant to ask the question, but it slipped out anyway.

"Indeed, but that is not all. Computer, play visual message one-three-one-alpha," Koval ordered, and the screen before on the desk before the Senators lit up with the image of a woman - a Human woman.

Mentally, Vreenak acknowledged that she was actually quite pretty for a hevam.

"Hi, sweetheart. I know you're probably surprised to hear from me...after such a long silence, I mean. I doubt you'd write me off so quickly, but, well, I'm sure by now you've worked out that something is wrong." Vreenak glanced at Koval, not yet grasping the significance of this seemingly random message, but the Chairman simply nodded back at the monitor. Letant seemed intrigued by the woman on the screen. "It's been a few months since Voyager went missing, and while I can assure you that I'm physically alright, I...Vree, honey, we're stuck in the Delta Quadrant."

His eyes widened at a single syllable amongst the mess of her rambling. 'Vree.' Was...? She was talking to him? Why the hell would a Starfleet officer - a Lieutenant Commander, by the look of her rank pips - be contacting a Romulan Senator? He'd never seen her before in his life. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Letant look at him curiously, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"We're doing everything we can to find a shorter way home, but it might take years," she admitted, and he noted that tears had slowly gathered in her eyes. "I understand if you want to petition the Praetor for an annulment. After all, it's not much use having a wife who's stuck in a whole other quadrant of space. But, I...I want you to know that no matter how long it takes, I will make it home to you. You're in my thoughts every day and night, deyhhan. I love you. Give Koval and Letant hell for me, okay?"

She blew a kiss to the camera just as a tear rolled down her cheek, and Vreenak set his glass aside just as the message cut off.

"Computer," Koval called, "display addressee for visual message one-three-one-alpha."

Vreenak's stomach clenched as he saw his own name and rank pop up on the screen along with the stardate on which the message was recorded - nearly four years in the future by the Federation's calendar, assuming his mental calculations were correct.

"Well, my friend, you seem to have gotten quite lucky. As far as Humans go, she seems delightful," Letant murmured as he downed his drink. "She's stuck in another part of the galaxy, of course, but she obviously cares for you–"

"This is a joke," Vreenak rasped, feeling anger bubble up inside him. She seemed to know about all three of them, but that couldn't be possible. "I've never even seen her before! Why would I marry a...a hevam?"

"I assure you, I would not have called you here if I had not already verified that this was not a joke," the Chairman stated, and he handed the Senator a data pad containing the results of the inquiry he'd conducted into the subject. An encrypted visual message from Telek R'Mor himself detailed the encounter he'd had with Voyager in 2351, including his logs, and even a covert visual recording he'd snagged from their communications with his ship. Apparently, the man had left instructions for the delivery of these personal missives, but his daughter had turned them over to the Tal Shiar as soon as she'd discovered that one of them involved three well-known Romulans.

A wise choice.

Farther down, he found a report on the woman in the message. She was a Lieutenant currently serving aboard a science ship. Having received high honors at Starfleet Academy, she also had several commendations on her record from various superior officers. There was no indication that she was involved with Starfleet intelligence or Section Thirty One, though.

How odd, given the circumstances. How else, hypothetically, would they have met if not through clandestine contact?

Koval was nothing if not thorough, and the fact that he'd already looked into this meant that there truly was no chance that this was a deception.

Vreenak had a wife. A Human wife. Or, at least, he might end up with a one at some point in the next four years.

Just in time to lose her to the Delta Quadrant.

"I take it you're interested in having this looked into, then?" Koval asked, and the sound of his voice spurred Vreenak into action. He downed the kali-fal he'd been served, then got to his feet.

"You're damned right, but I'll do it myself," the Senator said, straightening his tunic before donning his robes once more. "If this woman really did send a message from the future, then I need to know more about her. Her intentions, motives, possible schemes... This isn't just a mystery, it's a personal one."

"Of course. Do what you have to. I'll have transportation and an alias arranged, as well as a surgeon," the Chairman confirmed. "I trust you'll want a Vulcan persona to save time?"

"Naturally."

"Oh, and Vreenak?" Through Letant's opening inquiry, he could already hear the mischief in his voice. The man in question glanced back at him over his shoulder. "If you don't like what you see when you meet her, do feel free to send her my way. She is rather alluring."

The Vice-Chairman let out a gruff huff of laughter.

"Be careful what you wish for. I'm certainly not marrying a hevam, but if you're willing to debase yourself in such a manner, then by all means, have at her," Vreenak said as he strode to the door.

Pledge himself to a Human? Ha! He would never disgrace himself like that. His taste was much more refined.

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Romulan words:

hevam = derogatory name for a human

deyhhan = husband

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