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Christmas Bakery

Pairing: Koval x fem! Reader (3rd POV) Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space Nine Words: 1.8K Summary: Koval learns about this so called "Christmas baking" that his wife seems to love A/N: A little sequel to "Romulan Summer". You don't need to read this to understand this one

WINTER WRITING PLAN!!

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. A page was turned. The occasional beep of a PADD confirming the entered entry as saved and sent.

For the past hour she had been sitting curled up together with a book in her hand in the only chair in Koval's office, apart from the chair in which her husband had been sitting and working for several hours. She had joined him, having grown tired of the emptiness in their room, and since he had promised not to mind, she had made herself comfortable in the soft velvet cushion.

She didn't mind that they hadn't exchanged a word with each other in the past hour. In fact, she enjoyed the silence, something her former self would probably never have thought. In the past, she had always found silence unpleasant, especially when other people were present in the room, and had done everything she could to make that silence disappear. With Koval, however, it seemed different to her. The silence was now no longer heavy and oppressive on her shoulders, but wrapped her much more like a soft, light blanket and made her forget everything around her as long as Koval's steady breathing could still be heard. Of course, she loved to lose herself in quiet conversations as much as heated discussions with Koval, but she had learned to appreciate the silence.

A knock, however, abruptly interrupted the silence and made her look up. Koval, his eyes still fixed on the display of his PADD, barely raised his voice, but the dark humming sound reached behind the thick door and, with his permission, the doors slid aside to reveal Cetax, one of the kitchen staff.

He was still quite young for a Romulan at forty, yet his family had served Koval's family for centuries, so he had already made it very high in his position, organising and leading the kitchen staff. His hair was dark and slightly longer than the military cut she was used to from Koval and his "colleagues", and although his posture was tight and his features seemed like a mask at times, the mischief lived in his dark eyes.

With a quick movement, he bowed. "Forgive the interruption, Dhaemnasi, however your wife asked me to inform her when her order has arrived in the kitchen." At his words, Koval finally looked up from his PADD and raised an eyebrow as she straightened, peaceful calm replaced by anticipation. "Then it's here?" Cetax nodded slightly. "Daie, Ihhei." A delighted squeal escaped her, which she struggled to suppress, clapping her hands enthusiastically before abandoning her book on the table beside the armchair and leaping to her feet.

Koval rose as well. "E'lev, what is Cetax talking about?" She smiled a little sheepishly. "It's winter on Earth right now and I used to do a lot of baking with my family and friends at this time of year. Biscuits, sweets, things like that. It's a tradition and I was hoping to continue it here this year. That's why I had asked Cetax months ago to get me the necessary ingredients." Koval again just raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly to the side. "I didn't know you could bake."

She snorted in amusement. "That's because you never let me in the kitchen for fear I'll burn the house down." "I just don't want you to get hurt." She smiled widely, stepped towards him and put a hand to his cheek. Behind her, she heard Cetax shift uneasily from one foot to the other and had to stop her smile from widening. Humans could already be uncomfortable showing tenderness and affection for their mate in front of outsiders. Romulans took this to an even greater extreme, so she dismissed him with a wave of her hand behind her back.

"I know that, darling." Lovingly she caressed his cheek with her hand and for a moment Koval allowed himself to close his eyes. "However, I long for those little things that have been normality for me. I also promise that this time you won't have to call Doctor Onduk." It was meant as a joke, however Koval's face remained serious.

"You could have seriously hurt yourself, e'lev." "I know," she murmured, looking down only to feel his hand run through her hair a moment later. "Promise you'll be more careful this time." She looked up, a slight smile on her lips, and nodded as her fingers traced his. "Promise." Gently, she touched his fingertips to his, bringing back the old familiar feeling of warmth and affection she usually felt when she kissed him in this way. Her smile grew a little bolder. "Unless, of course, you drop your incredibly important work and come with me to make sure the oven doesn't devour me."

She had joked, assuming that Koval would roll his eyes in amusement and let her go to the kitchen. Instead, he considered for a moment, switched off his PADD and quickly brought her hand to his mouth to press a kiss to its back. "By all means, lead the way, Ihhei." Her eyes widened. "Really? You would really stand in the kitchen with me and bake?" Koval smiled slightly, amused, and put a hand on her hip, pulling her close enough to feel his hot breath on her neck and whisper in her ear. "You don't think you're the only one with hidden talents, e'lev. Besides, I'm the only one who gets to devour you."

She grinned at him, blushing though, and turned to place a hand on his chest. "Oh, I know you have many talents, husband. Anything else would have been rather disappointing from the Chairman of the Tal'Shiar, don't you think?" Chuckling, she pressed a light kiss to his lips before taking his hand, careful not to look too scandalous to the servants, and pulled him after her to the kitchen.

Once there, they found that Cetax had already ordered all the kitchen staff to clear the kitchen so they could have their peace. Clever man. With great interest, she began to unpack the contents of the large box that stood on the kitchen island and examine it for imperfections and damage, only to find with satisfaction that everything was in tact. Koval had stayed in the background the entire time, quietly watching her as she inspected the ingredients. Only when she had finished did he detach himself from the shadows, as he often did, and step up beside her, a thin smile on his lips and an eyebrow raised. "And how do we proceed, Chef?" She looked up at him and slapped him gently and jokingly against the arm. "Like any good cook starts. Wash your hands." "Ssuaj-ha, Rekkhai."

Laughing, she pushed him to the sink where, under her watchful eye, he cleaned his hands, perhaps a little more thoroughly than necessary, only to step aside and ask her to go to the sink. She quickly washed her hands in contrast, knowing full well that hands had a very different meaning in Romulan culture than in human, and wanting Koval to stay on task, she then hurried to the kitchen cupboard from which she had taken out two beige kitchen aprons. She tied one around herself and threw the other to Koval, who caught it with equal ease and scepticism. "Really? Is that really necessary?"

She just grinned and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Yes. It will protect your clothes and besides, you'll look wonderful in it." Without giving him another look, she turned to the ingredients. She decided to start with the basic starter biscuits, which were plain and simple, but unbelievably delicious. She quickly gathered the ingredients and placed them on the work surface. Koval had meanwhile stepped next to her, she had been right, he looked wonderful in an apron, and was looking intently at the ingredients in front of them when his gaze caught on something. "What purpose does this serve?"

Confused, he held several biscuit cutters in the air, which came in a variety of shapes, and she chortled softly. "We won't need these until later. They're for cutting out the dough to give the biscuits a shape." Koval meanwhile inspected a cookie cutter in the shape of a reindeer. " I didn't realise a circle wasn't enough." Smiling, she rolled her eyes and took the biscuit cutter from him. "They do taste the same in each shape, however, it does add a certain sense of ... festivity." "I see." He sounded unimpressed, however she hadn't expected more from him. "Why don't you go and get a bowl, the whisk and the scales from the cupboard, will you?"

Koval complied with her request, though he again seemed sceptical. "We have new-fangled technologies. Why use the old ones when the new ones are better and more precise." Sighing, she took the whisk from his hand and waved it under his nose. "Because otherwise it won't feel like winter and Christmas." After that, her husband remained silent and together they weighed the ingredients they needed and added them to the large bowl. However, when it came to mixing, Koval insisted on doing the work, justifying it by saying that he was stronger and had more stamina and so would finish the job faster. He did not want to hear her protest that it was not about speed but about feeling.

Koval was right and a few moments later the yellowish dough lay rolled out and ready to be cut out in front of them. Although Koval's scepticism was clearly written on his face, every now and then, when he thought she wasn't looking, she caught him with an amused smile spreading across his lips as he stabbed the cookie cutter into the dough and produced little fir trees, Santas and candy canes.

Gingerly, she slid the tray with the finished cut-out biscuits into the oven, quickly closed the door and then turned to Koval. "So, was that so bad now?" The corners of Koval's mouth twitched, he stepped towards her and put his hands on her hips. "It was ... acceptable." Outraged and amused at the same time, she braced her hands on her hips. "Acceptable? How can you ...." With her hand she reached for some leftover flour and before Koval could react she had already smeared it over his face and was on the run, laughing as she ran out of the kitchen.

For a few seconds, Koval stood dumbfounded in the kitchen, gazing after his wife, before an almost devilish smile crept onto his lips and he stood up, eyes wide with amusement, before following after her.

Needless to say, it was ultimately Cetax's job to keep the biscuits from burning and to clean up the kitchen and get everything ready for decorating, albeit with a small smile on his face. Which was perhaps due to the fact that one biscuit had mysteriously disappeared at the end.

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Dhaemnasi - Adress fort the Chairman oft the Tal’Shiar Daie – yes (inferior to superior) Ihhei – madame E’lev – darling Ssuaj-ha – Understood (formal/military use, inferior to superior) Rekkhai – ma’am / sir (in galea [military])

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Romulan Summer

Pairing: Chairman Koval x fem! Reader Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Words: 1.7K Summary: Koval knew that Humans we're fragile, however he was not aware of the extent to it. A/N: I recently fell in love with Romulans. It is summer. Et voilà. I know he's not that known or liked, but I like him.

Koval looked at his wife with a raised eyebrow. She had her hands folded as if in prayer and looked at him from begging eyes.

"Please." Koval massaged the bridge of his nose. "E'lev. Do you think it's a good idea to do this? Can you even remotely imagine the risks involved?"

"It's a trip to the beach. Not to a war zone."

"And you're the wife of the chairman of the Tal Shiar. Even a walk in the park comes with risks."

Sighing, she looked to the side. "Of course. I forgot, forgive me. It's just-" Her gaze out the window seemed almost wistful. "It's summer, it's hot, and I used to just lie on the beach or swim or do something with my friends or family for weeks at a time sometimes. It's been years since I've been able to do it, which is why it sounds a bit ridiculous now, but it almost feels like... like homesickness. Which is silly because my home is here, right?"

She smiled at him, however Koval could see that her smile did not reach her eyes.

"You know what. Just forget I asked." She stepped towards him and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Excuse me, darling, please. Cetax let me know earlier that he wanted to try his hand at human cooking today. Again. I may not be a master chef, however, unlike him, I know you don't make spaghetti in the oven." She laughed lightly and then left the room with a light step and scurried down the corridor.

Koval gazed sadly after her and a heaviness spread in his chest that almost took his breath away. Guilt.

She had given up everything to be able to live a life by his side. She had left her home, was hardly able to see her family or friends, and with him as her husband she was exposed to constant danger, which often robbed her of even the last bit of freedom.

In all that time, she had never complained, had accepted every disappointment with a smile, and all that because she loved him.

Koval closed his eyes. What was a little trip to the beach? He was one of the most influential and important people in the Empire. Such a thing really shouldn't be a matter of concern to him.

He owed it to her.

Concerned, Koval paced up and down the corridor, a certain anger at Doctor Onduk.

This was ridiculous, absurd. He was the chairman of the Tal Shiar! He should not be ordered around in his own house!

Instantly, however, his anger fizzled into nothingness and he wiped his face. It had been his own fault that he had been thrown out. Koval should have done nothing but sit still instead of pacing like an animal in a zoo, but he had not been able to pull himself together.

After all, it was his wife who was lying there in their marriage bed, pale and weak, and who had fainted in his arms not even an hour ago.

It was his right to be nervous and upset.

Apparently, however, it had distracted or annoyed Doctor Oduk too much, because he had unceremoniously thrown the chairman out of his own bedroom.

Koval leaned back on the spread towel and watched with a gentle smile as his wife splashed in the waves, squealing with delight. It was an unusual sight, as she was usually quieter and more dignified, but he feasted on the view.

As expected, he had not found it particularly difficult to have a part of a beach near her house cleared for the afternoon. This order might have seemed strange to others, but he didn't care what others thought about him.

What he did care about was the enthusiastic expression on his wife's face as she dug her feet into the sand for the first time in a long time.

In the last four hours she had frolicked as much as Koval had ever seen her do. Although she had mostly been busy swimming in the sea, an activity he was not particularly fond of, she had also returned to him under the sunshade for a short time.

As a Romulan, which, as much as he would like to forget it, he was related to the Vulcans and accordingly highly resistant to the sun, however, he had learned a long time ago that most humans should not stay in the sun for too long, especially in summer, as this could lead to unpleasant consequences.

Cetax had given them drinks and food, Koval had made sure his wife had some regularly, and she had enjoyed aiming grapes at his mouth.

With her aim, she would not even be able to become a cleaner in the Romulan Senate, but Koval had simply let her do it and enjoyed the joyful glint in her eyes.

As Koval emerged from his reverie and looked over at her, a worry furrow began to form on his brow.

His wife came walking towards him, though her walk lacked the vigour of the previous hours and in general she looked more tired.

Koval brushed his worry aside and stood up.

She was probably just exhausted, nothing more. After all, she had hardly rested today.

"Tired out, e'lev?" His words were teasing, yet his tone was gentle as he placed his hands on her arms.

"I'm a little woozy," she mumbled and Koval's worry crease returned at the slurred tone.

"E'lev?" His voice sounded concerned, even to his own ears, yet he could say no more as in that moment her legs gave way beneath her and her eyes twisted before she fell, caught by his arms.

The door opened and instantly Koval's gaze shot up.

Doctor Onduk stepped out and towards him.

"Well?" Koval made an effort to remain calm, though he had to admit, ashamedly, that he did not manage to hide his emotions as well as a Tal Shiar member should.

"She is fine so far. She did suffer a heat stroke, though."

Koval frowned. "A heat stroke?"

" Heat stroke is an occurrence among humanoid species, humans most especially, in which the person is exposed to too much sun and heat, especially in humid environments. Normally, as the body temperature rises, the human body regulates the cooling of the body with sweat.

However, when the humidity is too high, the sweat does not evaporate and makes it much more difficult for the body to cool down.

The rising body temperature can damage the central nervous system in particular, which can then lead to fainting, as we have seen."

Koval swallowed. "Symptoms?"

"Mostly weakness, nausea, headache, thirst and coordination problems. Heatstroke can be quite dangerous once it is not treated immediately by a doctor."

He gave Koval a sharp look. "Your wife is still not perfectly adapted to the Romulan climate and is often unable to assess her abilities and resistance. Take better care of her next time."

Koval's jaw worked sullenly in the face of the Doctor's rebuke, however, he nodded.

"What can I do?"

"Fortunately, because of today's medicine, she doesn't need to go to hospital. However, I have left some medicines which she must take three times a day, morning, noon and evening, one hundred milligrams each. In addition, make sure she doesn't move around too much, it's best to keep her lying down, her legs raised and to drink plenty of fluids. I will check on her again the day after tomorrow."

Koval nodded stiffly. "Khnai'ru rhissiuy Ihhai."

Onduk bowed his head slightly. "Dhaemnasi."

As soon as the doctor had left the house, Koval quietly opened the door and entered their shared bedroom, where the lights had been dimmed. His heart grew a little heavier at the sight.

His wife lay in their bed, a little more central than usual, her feet propped up on pillows and still looking pale, though not as much as before.

For a moment he thought she was asleep, but he quickly noticed that her eyes were half open and looking at him sleepily.

With brisk strides he was at her side, kneeling beside their bed and gingerly taking her hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to its back.

"E'lev. How are you feeling?"

"Better." Her voice was still a little slurred, however he sensed that she was already feeling much better. She tugged lightly on his hand and after a moment's hesitation he complied with her request and settled down on the bed beside her, where she sleepily leaned her head against his shoulder.

"You scared me to death," he whispered in her ear and pressed another kiss to the back of her hand. "I knew humans were weaker than Romulans, however I was not aware of exactly how fragile you could be."

"Hey," she protested faintly and Koval thought he saw a smile on her lips. "We are not that weak. We can be very tough too."

Despite the circumstances, he chuckled slightly and kissed her forehead gently. "I know, e'lev. I know."

Gingerly, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes, which made him twist his head a little. "Promise me you'll take better care of yourself next time. I'm an old man. I can only take so many heart attacks." His teasing brought the familiar sparkle he loved back into her eyes.

"Next time? We're going to go again?"

Koval frowned. "Don't you want to?"

"Yes, I do!" She tried to sit up, however Koval pushed her back into the pillow with low murmurs of reassurance. "However, I thought that after today-"

She didn't finish her sentence, but she didn't have to.

Gently, Koval put his hand under her chin and lifted it.

"E'lev. I admit that today did not go as I had hoped. However, I saw how much you enjoyed yourself." He stroked her cheek. "I have rarely seen you so happy. However, I certainly plan to do it more often." The smile on her face was all the reassurance he needed to know his decision had been the right one.

A yawn escaped his wife and gently he kissed her forehead one last time. "Sleep, e'lev. You need to rest."

She snuggled a little closer to him.

"Stay?"

"Of course."

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Diagnosis

...I was in a mood and my brain said unprovoked angst. In completely unrelated news, here’s a small drabble. Also, I just realized I didn’t specify the reader’s gender, so that’s an added perk for Koval Likers of all genders. :) Enjoy!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Koval (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: I don’t really have any useful notes, other than I was in a mood. Behold. The Mood.]

Warnings: Angst, established relationship, interspecies romance, Human/Romulan romance, discussion of a terminal illness, they’re idiots, they love each other, Koval isn’t very communicative, brief mentions of past torture.

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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Only silence met my question, but I pressed stubbornly onward, ignoring my own spiral of emotions. The Chairman of the Tal Shiar stood with his hands clasped behind his back. “Did you think I wouldn’t care that you’re sick? That I wouldn’t want to help you?”

Koval and I shared a doctor, and she’d mentioned his diagnosis in an offhanded manner during my checkup today. Tuvan Syndrome. According to her, it was a degenerative neurological disease with no known cure. My husband had a terminal illness and he’d hidden it from me. I’d nearly fainted when she told me.

A few seconds passed in silence before he spoke.

“There is nothing you can do to help me. I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to taint what little time we do have with pain.” Koval’s admission came out quieter than I’d ever heard him, and he stared resolutely out the viewport at the stars. “After the way our relationship began...you deserve someone who can give you a life free of anguish and despair.”

That was a day I remembered well. The Tal had taken me in for questioning concerning the whereabouts of some missing Senator. Unfortunately for both of us, I knew nothing about his disappearance. In the midst of my interrogation - mid-scream, in fact - a Centurion had come in and handed a report to Koval detailing who the real culprit was. He’d shut off the torture device instantly and tended to me with a surprising amount of care for a Romulan spy master.

“Y’know, you’re pretty sexy for a guy who wanted to turn my brain to mush a few minutes ago.” I couldn’t recall saying anything of the sort, but Koval swore up and down that I had just before passing out. He’d teased me mercilessly about that over the years.

Carefully, I placed a hand on his shoulder and coaxed him into turning around.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you gave me up and sought a new partner...” The tear sliding down his cheek sent a jolt of alarm through me. Reaching up, I brushed it away with my thumb and drew him into a hug. Koval didn’t hesitate to hold me close, but a long moment passed before he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I can no longer give you what you deserve.”

“Nobody gets to tell me what I deserve, e’lev. All I want is to be with you for whatever time is given to us. You told me Romulans mate for life. I understood that commitment when I agreed to marry you,” I stated with unequivocal determination. “Would you really expect me to give up on the man I love so easily after I pledged him my life?”

“I am no longer a worthy mate–”

“Hush. Despite your authority with the Tal, Mr. Chairman, that’s not a decision you get to make. Only I decide who is worthy of me.” He let out a quiet huff of laughter and pulled back to graze his lips against mine for barely a breath. Despite my forehead resting against his and my arms around his torso, Koval sighed heavily.

“I told you not to fall in love with me...that I would only end up hurting you.”

“I could never have just walked away. You know that.”

“Of course I did. Beautiful, stubborn, little Human. Instead, you made me fall in love with you in return. A cruel but fitting punishment...more than I could ever have dreamed of,” he murmured as he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. “Now both our hearts are vulnerable. Your pain and joy are both mine, just as mine are yours.”

“I think you’ve just made my point for me, deyhhan. We’re one. We will face this head on, just as we’ve faced everything else that has come our way.”

We had indeed faced quite a bit of opposition when the Chairman of the Tal Shiar had chosen to take a Human as his spouse. Koval had fought for me, then. He’d protected me from several attempts to...remove me, since I was perceived as a problem by certain groups. He’d stood by me without faltering.

Now it was time for me to stand by him.

“It seems, my dear, that it is you who will outlive me,” he murmured, but I shook my head.

“Not if I have anything to say about it. You’re not the only one with contacts, sweetheart. I know quite a few medical personnel who might be able to help in some way,” I explained, and he raised an eyebrow. “What, did you think I’d learned nothing from you over the years?”

With a fond little hum, Koval threaded our fingers together, sending fuzzy warmth up my spine. My eyelids fluttered closed just as his lips met mine.

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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.

If anyone wants to be added to or removed from my taglist, please feel free to let me know.

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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No Stone Unturned

Not gonna lie, this one took a fair bit of thought. I’ve never written this particular kink before, so here’s hoping this is half-decent! Enjoy!

Day 24: Cuckolding

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

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Koval (ST:DS9) x Romulan!Reader, Unnames Romulan OMC x Romulan!Reader

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

Warnings: Cuckolding, mild threats, sex as a bargaining chip, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, one relationship is previous, the other is current/established, ALL ACTS ARE CONSENSUAL.

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“I’m disappointed,” a cold voice called from the shadows of our hotel room. My husband and I had checked in earlier under assumed names. We’d only stepped out for a quiet dinner, and when we came back...that was the first thing we heard. “Given our history together, I would have thought you’d know better places to hide than this. But then again...”

He stepped into the meager light permeating the space, and we found ourselves looking at none other than the Chairman of the Tal Shiar.

“...No one can hide from us.” Koval’s words were a threat, a promise, and a death sentence all wrapped in one. We had tried to run after a deal fell through, yet here we were, cornered by the man who would likely slit our throats. “You’ve been such loyal contacts for so many years. What changed? Why did you do it?”

“We didn’t betray Romulus, we would never,” my husband’s voice croaked, and despite his fear, I knew he was speaking the truth. We hadn’t betrayed our people, but one of our own contacts had. We’d come out here to find proof and had been partially successful in doing so, but we weren’t ready to present it to Koval yet. “If you’ll just let us explain–”

The Chairman held up a single gloved hand, and my husband’s voice fell away as if he’d been muted like a computer monitor. I couldn’t blame him. I felt as if my own tongue had suddenly evaporated.

“Yes, I’m aware of your search efforts. Did you think you were being subtle or evasive for a single moment?”

“Th-Then...” I hadn’t meant to start talking but once Koval’s eyes snapped over at the sound of my voice, I forced myself to continue. “Then you know we’re innocent?”

“Of course I do, or I’d have killed you both by now,” he said taking a few slow, measured steps toward us, stopping in front of me in particular. I dropped my gaze to his boots, but he quickly tilted my head up again with a tight grip on my chin. “What I want to know is why neither of you trusted me enough to explain the situation to me. I want to know why, after all our years of business, you did not even consider the idea that I might listen to you.”

His eyes pierced right into my soul, and I felt more ashamed than I ever had in my entire life. Koval was right. We’d known him for nearly fifteen years. He’d trusted us with sensitive information and tasks before. There was no reason to think the worst, and yet...we’d panicked. We’d allowed our fear to rule us instead of our minds. What fools we’d been!

“Have I not protected you before?”

“Of course you have,” I breathed, and his grip on my chin loosened a fraction as he flicked his eyes over to my husband.

“Have I not ensured your safety even on the most dangerous missions?”

“You have, Dhaemnasi.”

“Then why?” Koval asked looking back at me. “Why make me chase you all the way out here? All you have done is make yourselves appear guilty of a crime which I can easily prove that you did not commit.”

“We were afraid.” The words sounded feeble, even to my own ears, but they were the truth.

“And are you afraid now?”

“Only that we have irreparably damaged our amicable relationship with you, Dhaemnasi,” my husband murmured, and I nodded my head in agreement. Koval lifted an eyebrow as he turned away and strode to a small sofa at the side of the room.

“Oh, I’m certain we will find a way for you to prove your loyalty once more,” he said taking a seat as elegant as you please and looking over at us. “For others, I would be much harsher, but for the two of you...I’m quite open to suggestions.”

Glancing at my husband, my gaze met his. I could see that he and I were on the same page. We’d discussed this eventuality, even if it had seemed unlikely at the time.

“I believe we have a potential solution,” I called as I walked slowly toward the Chairman lounging in our hotel room’s living space. “We would be willing to offer thirty percent more casework than before as well as some additional...personal services.”

The gleam in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I meant, but the practiced tilt of his head made him seem as though he was quite ignorant of the implications my words held. His hand lay on the armrest at his left side, and with deliberately slow movements, I reached out and brushed my fingertips lightly over his knuckles.

The burst of pleasure that flowed between us served to steal his breath and mine. Accustomed to touching only my husband in such an intimate manner since we got together, I couldn’t help the guilt prodding at the back of my mind. He’d agreed to this though. We both had. Both of us were aware of Koval’s...tastes, so we decided that if this option had come to fruition, I would attempt to pique his interest as I had so many times before my husband and I were together. He hadn’t slapped me or shoved me aside yet, so I assumed that continuing probably wouldn’t get me killed.

As my fingertips skimmed up the back of his hand to his wrist, my breathing picked up and my eyes met his. His irises seemed darker than before.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Koval stated gently, giving me an easy way out. Yet another mercy that I didn’t deserve.

“If you want me to stop, I will, but I think you know that I am not opposed to this.” My fingers paused in their path, but I didn’t remove them from his skin. A soft, pulsing hum flowed from his mind to mine - a question of some sort. If he was testing my sincerity, he’d find no flaws. I was entirely serious. After a long moment of silence, Koval stood, towering over me.

“Stopping wasn’t what I had in mind, however, I know that you and your husband are quite devoted to one another. I was the one who introduced you, after all.”

“We are, but we’re also honest with one another,” the significance of what I was implying made him glance between us. “Yes, he knows.”

My husband certainly did know everything. He knew that Koval and I had been involved long before he introduced us, that the Chairman and I had been intimate more times than we could count.

He also knew that if it hadn’t been for him, Koval would likely have taken me as his wife. The Chairman and I may have been an imperfect match, but the passion had never been absent - it still wasn’t after all this time. Even as I straddled his lap atop our hotel bed, my husband settled into a chair to observe what we had been before he entered my life.

Wasting no time once we were nude, Koval moved me easily onto all fours on the bed and thrust into me in one long stroke. A moan escaped me at the familiar, burning stretch. One of his hands gripped my hair, pulling my head up far enough for him to growl in my ear as my eyes met my husband’s.

“There is nowhere you could’ve hidden from me.” The tent in my husband’s trousers looked almost painful as Koval began to fuck me with all the fervor of our pent-up desire. “You know I would’ve left no stone unturned. Where you go I will always follow, e’lev, even to the ends of the universe.”

What might have sounded like a hollow promise to anyone else was, in truth, a solemn guarantee. Though I may not be Koval’s lover anymore, he’d promised me that I’d always have his protection. A sliver of residual guilt over the way we’d been reunited snaked through my abdomen, forcing the breath from my lungs.

The Chairman had felt it, I knew he had. Bending over me, he released my hair, opting instead for wrapping his arms comfortingly around my torso.

“Stop thinking. Allow yourself to feel instead,” he murmured scraping his teeth over the crook of my neck. And I did. With my husband touching himself to the sight of another man fucking his wife, I allowed myself to become lost in sensation.

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Ask Me No Questions...

This is based on a request by @bigblissandlove1! I know I usually post requests on the same post as the asks that inspired them, but for plot reasons, just this once I’m going to break my own rule. I hope this does your request justice, my friend!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Koval (ST:DS9) x Reader

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

Warnings: Mentions of an interrogation, interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, unprotected sex, mild priest kink, inappropriate use of the confessional phrase, innuendo, mild choking kink, power play, telepathy.

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The hours ticked by slowly in solitary confinement. With nothing but the dull, dark walls of my cell to stare at, I found myself drifting somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, almost unable to discern what was real and what was not.

Days like this had been interspersed with days of painful, invasive interrogation - a Tal Shiar tactic designed to break one’s resolve, no doubt. I supposed they thought the inconsistent intervals would throw me off enough to get them the information they so desperately wanted.

Unfortunately for the Tal, I simply didn’t have the answers they sought. They were definitely barking up the wrong tree on this one. I tried to tell them countless times that I was too low on the totem pole to have sufficient clearance, but they just didn’t believe me.

As the door to my cell slid open, I knew who I’d see before I even looked up. He was the one constant in this cold, impersonal hellhole of a Romulan prison.

“My, but we look morose this morning, Commander.” Koval sounded smug - almost gleeful about that revelation. Was it really only the next morning? “Whatever could be troubling a lady as lovely as you, hm?”

“Oh, I can’t imagine, Mr. Chairman,” I snarked keeping my eyes firmly shut for the moment. There was no reason to open them. I knew what Koval would do. Sure enough, I heard the sound of the door sliding shut again and a chair being placed a few feet in front of the bench I was laying atop.

“Come now, Commander, think of me as - oh, what is it called on Earth? Ah, yes. Think of me as your Father Confessor.” Now there was a mental image for the ages: Koval in a cassock. He already wore almost all black anyway, so the addition of the white clerical collar would be an easy one. A giggle burst from my lips before I could stop it, sounding mildly unhinged as it echoed in the small, stark cell. “Care to let me in on the joke?”

“What do you expect me to do? Am I to drop to my knees and plead for mercy?” I asked allowing my actions to mock what he was suggesting. Kneeling before the Chairman of the Tal Shiar and putting on my most innocent expression, I looked up at him from practically between his legs. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

A dark, hungry look flashed across Koval’s face for barely a second before it was replaced by an amused smile.

“That would be an...interesting start to today’s discussion, Commander. Perhaps you should remain on your knees? You seem quite comfortable there.”

The smug bastard.

“And you seem quite comfortable having me here,” I countered, lifting my cuffed hands toward him in askance. Faux innocence still in place, I tried my luck. “Come on, Mr. Chairman, we both know I’m not going to try anything, and these things are beginning to chafe. Surely I’ve earned a short break from these restraints...?”

“You have been well-behaved, but I’m afraid those won’t come off until you give me something more substantial,” he stated sounding almost genuine in his remorse. Surely not. I might have been attracted to him, but I knew those feelings could never be reciprocated. He was playing a role when he spoke to me. Romulans were disgusted by ‘hevams,’ as they called us. What reason would he have to be attracted to me?

With a heavy sigh at his response, I turned slightly and sat with my back against Koval’s shin. Merely a moment after I let my eyelids flutter closed, a large hand that was all too used to meting out cruelty rested gently atop my head.

“This could go much easier for you, you know,” he murmured in a soft, low voice. “A few answers would satisfy me enough to allow you so much more luxury. Better food, no cuffs...”

“I keep telling you: you grabbed someone with a security clearance level that’s too low to have access to the records I’d need to answer your questions.”

For once, he didn’t immediately call me a liar. Instead, he trailed his fingers through my hair almost absentmindedly as he spoke.

“But surely...if you hold the rank of Commander...?”

“I only got that promotion two months ago. Starfleet has a probationary period of at least six months for those sorts of classified records to make sure the promotion sticks. That way they’re not just handing out sensitive information to someone who isn’t right for their new rank. The only exceptions are when the information pertains to their current mission assignment,” I explained. “The information you keep trying to get from me was not considered relevant to my mission, so I was not given access to it.”

Koval remained silent for a moment.

“You realize, of course, that you’ve placed yourself in a very vulnerable position? I could read your thoughts right now, and if I didn’t like what I found, you’d be in the perfect position for me to snap your pretty little neck,” he murmured, but I knew what he’d find if he did.

“Go ahead. Maybe that will finally convince you that I’m telling you the truth.” Allowing the head of the Tal Shiar to go snooping through my head was definitely a dangerous decision, but as he’d so accurately pointed out, I was already in a vulnerable position. What the hell? I likely wouldn’t be leaving here alive, anyway, so why not at least try to prove my innocence?

He must not have been expecting such an open answer, because his hand froze in my hair before shifting to the side of my face. In a rush of warmth, Koval’s mind invaded mine. Poking and prodding through my thoughts, he searched for the truth.

I possessed no mental defenses. I’d never bothered to take a class from the Vulcan teacher who offered lessons at the Academy. Given how easily Koval would be able to corroborate my story, I was glad I never had.

It would be easy for him to get other reactions from me, too, I had no doubt.

“Smug, attractive Romulan,” I thought, and a wave of amusement that was not my own rolled through me. Oh no, had he been able to hear me?

“Yes, e’lev, I heard you.” His mental voice sounded just as delicious as his physical voice. That was patently unfair.

As I realized there was a growing warmth between my legs, Koval abruptly removed himself from my mind. The feeling of being utterly alone in my head again carved little furrows of anguish and bereftness in my heart.

Without a word, the Chairman stood, forcing me to scoot away from my former position as he lifted his chair and left the room.

Well...at least he hadn’t killed me.

But why the hell was I so close to tears from the simple lack of his presence in my mind? I’d experienced Vulcan mind melds before, and while they did leave me feeling somewhat odd afterward, none of them had done this to me.

Climbing back up onto the bench, I saw no reason to stop myself from crying quietly. Whoever was watching the surveillance cameras in my cell would simply assume that Koval had finally broken me. They had no reason to assume that I was sobbing out of grief. That was the only word that came close to describing what was clawing at me from the inside out.

But what was I grieving over? The realization that I might never go home? Koval sifting through every corner of my mind? Or even more alarming: was I mourning the loss of contact with him?

Despite his cold, calculating exterior, I’d always seen some sort of inexplicable warmth hiding beneath his surface. Unlike the others I’d encountered, Koval actually smiled at me and allowed himself a huff of laughter at my jokes. Earlier, when I’d seen hunger in his eyes, I’d foolishly let my thoughts turn to what it would be like to play that role with him: the Father Confessor and the penitent parishioner pleading for forgiveness by adding another sin to her long list.

His mind had felt gentle and warm despite his mission of uncovering any hidden truths. I’d wondered what it would be like to wake up wrapped in his arms, luxuriating in the comfort of his mind tangling with my own.

Fool. Blind, naïve fool.

“I hate him,” I breathed, but that, too, was wrong. After all, hate is but a hair’s breadth from love.

The next thing I knew was that I was being roused from a sound sleep; it took me a moment to get my bearings. Had I drifted off while I was crying? A large figure stood before me - one whose silhouette I recognized immediately.

Koval stood just beside the metal bench I was laying on, but something was different.

Today he had no PADD. Today he didn’t place a chair on the ground and take a seat.

Today he seemed different.

“Commander. Stand.” His harsh order sounded so much colder than anything he’d said to me after that first day of captivity.

This was it, then. He was going to kill me. Swallowing nervously, I did as he said, getting to my feet with as much dignity as I could muster.

“You have a choice. Cooperate with me, or die as a prisoner of the Tal Shiar.”

“Mr. Chairman, you’ve looked in my mind. You know I don’t have what you seek,” I said trying to sound less exasperated than I felt.

“I do,” he stated without elaboration.

“What, then, does cooperation look like?”

“You willingly in my bed.” There was no preamble or deception in his tone. None of that Romulan smugness that I’d become so accustomed to. Usually, getting information from him was like some unnecessarily convoluted game of chess that I wasn’t even remotely prepared enough to play properly, yet he’d given me this answer without hesitation or misdirection.

Could this be real?

My surprise must have been written all over my face, because Koval gave me the barest hint of a smile.

“You’re not alone. I feel it too, this...connection between us. The moment you were dragged into one of our cells, I felt it,” he murmured taking a small, half-step closer to me. “Choose me, and the cuffs come off. Permanently. You’ll have the privilege of sharing my company in my home rather than a prison. You will live the rest of your life in luxury under my protection and want for nothing. The Federation already believes you are dead, so there will be no dishonor for abandoning your uniform...for choosing pleasure. Choose Starfleet, however, and you will remain here as a prisoner of the Tal Shiar. I won’t protect you any longer. I’ll give you to my men.”

“You would let your officers violate something you desire for yourself? That’s not very Romulan of you, Mr. Chairman...”

“I am not finished. If you are mine, no one will ever touch you again, save for me, of course. If you refuse me, then I will release you from my protection.” His declaration made my lips part in surprise.

“I’ve been under your protection?”

“You are still alive, are you not? There is no reason for you to be, at this point. An uncooperative prisoner who holds no useful information and who has seen this much of our organization would have been executed long ago.”

A chill ran up my spine. So they’d believed my protestations of ignorance?

“The only reason you still stand before me is that you’ve been under my watchful eye,” Koval explained rather casually, as if this was a normal occurrence for him. With a detached sort of understanding, I realized that it probably was. Well, maybe not keeping prisoners alive, but deciding the moment of their death was likely a daily occurrence for him.

“How long?” I choked out, but he lifted his chin.

“Give me your answer. Now.” He demanded standing tall and imposing before me. I’d never seen him quite this puffed up before. This more than any other facade he’d presented to me was what it truly meant to hold the rank of Chairman of the Tal Shiar. This was why all his officers were so afraid to cross Koval and why they had all looked at me as if I was insane when I’d joked with him instead of bending instantly to his will.

Licking my lips nervously, I lifted my cuffed hands slowly toward him.

“I’m yours, Dhaemnasi,” I said just above a whisper, hoping that he’d ignore the slight tremble in my voice. The cuffs were off before I could so much as blink.

“You won’t regret your decision, I promise you,” he murmured as his large, gentle hands massaged the discomfort from my wrists.

--

After three months in residence at Koval’s home in the Kor Thon mountains, I couldn’t imagine any other place being worthy of me calling it home. The view was exquisite, we had everything we needed, and best of all, its location was entirely secret. Nobody bothered us, nobody threatened our safety, and when he wasn’t needed out in the field, nobody could hear how loudly he made me scream for him.

Tonight when Koval arrived home, he’d strode up to me and wrapped me in his arms as I watched the fog rolling through the misty valley below. He’d only been away for two days this time, but it had still felt like a lifetime. When his touch had inevitably become less innocent, I had only to encourage him with a breathy moan for it to begin.

Lips, teeth, and burning, sensitive skin mingled as harmoniously as only he could accomplish, sending us both writhing against each other in an amorous tangle. My hands and knees met the mattress after a gentle, sensual round, and I knew the time for delicacy was long gone. Rough desperation and hunger had finally won out in both of us. The wet slap of skin on skin filled our bedroom until we both shouted in ecstasy.

Rolling his hips to deposit as much of himself within me as he could, Koval grunted and left slow, tender kisses down the back of my neck. His grip on my waist was the only reason I was still halfway upright.

“Tell me, e’lev, have I made your decision worthwhile? Have you enjoyed everything I’ve given you thus far?” He asked as I arched up into his touch and hummed in pleasure. “Knowing what you know now, would you make the same choice again?”

“Yes, my dear Chairman. You were so worth the interrogation.” My promise was accompanied by a little yelp as he nipped at my shoulder and started thrusting slowly into me again. Damn his Romulan lack of a lengthy refractory period. “Ah! Oh, fuck, Koval...”

“I must admit, as lovely as you looked kneeling between my legs, cuffed and helpless, I vastly prefer the sight of you taking my lok over and over in my bed while you moan my name,” he said as he reached around my hip and rubbed my clit. The wet sound of him churning his seed inside me as he fucked me with increasing force made me sob. My head dropped onto the soft mattress beneath me, and my fingers gripped the bedsheets with desperation. Growling as his hand collided with my ass, Koval forced me toward yet another orgasm. “Have you anything to confess, now, pretty girl?”

Mischief tugged my lips into a smirk and started his favorite little game.

“Make me.”

“Oh, believe me, e’lev,” Koval crooned as he grasped my throat, “I will.”

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Romulan words:

e’lev = darling

Dhaemnasi = form of address for the Chairman of the Imperial Intelligence Committee (Tal Shiar)