REGENT

He looked over at the sleeping female, her fiery red hair tousled from their sexual encounter. He could not call it love-making, nothing about the experience intimated at any deep emotion. It had been simple lust. She was nothing more than a vessel to relieve his burning urge. Fair was fair, he knew she had tried to use him as well. With all the false charm and every sexual overture she could think of, this female had hoped to get him in her bed. Women constantly threw themselves at him, attracted by his power and fortune if not by his looks. Also he had earned a reputation for his ability to please, a well deserved one if he should say so himself.

This female viper had sought more than just the satisfaction his rock hard body could give her. She thought she could conquer him the way she had other men. He had let her believe she had seduced him. If the bitch only knew it had been his plan all along to get in her hot little cunt, she wouldn't be looking so smug. He laughed, even in her sleep she appeared haughty. Not that he didn't like that, indeed he liked strong, proud women. But this narcissistic witch was deeply in love with herself. That sickened him.

The warrior understood she would do anything to get what she wanted. Including subjecting herself to his fierce sexual appetite. He looked at the scars and bruises his sharp teeth and brutal hands had left on her pale white body. Although he had been careful not to break any bones, she was going to be extremely sore in the morning. Of course she would have her doctor remove all the scars especially the large bite he had left on her peach colored face. He laughed, she wouldn't dare leave her room before that mark had been completely eliminated. This would buy him time.

He was confident her personal physician was experienced at this sort of thing. Rumors of her own perverse sexual nature had reached his ears years ago. The warrior had been intrigued, often wondering what it would be like to sample the goods she had to offer. He also wanted to know if the hair nestled between her legs was red. It was. But he had been married at the time. The thought of betraying his mate and their vows was repulsive to him. Therefore he had kept at a distance from this living vampire, until now.

He remembered his mate, B'Etor of the House of Duras. How he had loved her. They had been good together, she was as politically motivated as he was and she inspired a deep passion in him. Because of her he had worked hard, trained his body and mind, so that he would become the greatest warrior in all of the Klingon Empire. He had also been cunning and ruthless in his pursuit of power. The result was that he was now Regent answerable only to Emperor Gowran. Perhaps one day he would be emperor, he was still young compared to Gowran. But that idea did not appeal to him as much as it once did. He had wanted B'Etor to be his empress, but she was no longer by his side. He was alone.

He believed in fidelity. B'Etor had been his first and only lover up until her death. Dead now for two years. Sometimes it seemed like yesterday, other times an eternity. When he thought about all the women he had had sex with in the two years since her death, he regretted killing her.

Then he remembered finding her in the arms of his own brother, Kurn. Not just in his arms, but naked with Kurn buried deep within her, while she writhed with pleasure beneath him. And they had been in his bed! Worf had quickly killed Kurn with his disruptor. As B'Etor groveled at his feet, muttering something about being lonely, he had grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. He had hated and despised her in that moment. Taking the dak'tagh she had given him on their wedding day, he slit her throat. Not enough to kill her instantly, but enough that she would slowly bleed to death. All the while he stood above her, watching as she clutched at her throat in agony. He had called Duras, his former brother-in-law and his friend General Martok to witness the scene, so there would be no doubt as to his right to execute the two of them. He then set the bed on fire and watched as the entire house was engulfed in flames. Worf chose to never live on Qo'nos again.

Shaking that image from his head, he rose from the bed and dressed. He wanted to leave her presence as quickly as possible, lest she try to curl up next to him. Or wake up wanting to talk; undoubtedly about herself. He hated the sound of her voice. But tonight he had been glad to listen to her gloating. The foolish female had thought to get him inebriated and instead ended up drunk herself. That was probably the only way she had been able to tolerate his initial thrusts into her small body. To her credit the muscles of her vagina had quickly stretched to accommodate most of his large member. Intoxicated from the wine and delirious from several orgasms, the nymphomaniac had told him everything he wanted to know. Before he left her chamber, Worf placed several strips of gold pressed latinum on the pillow next to her. After all he did owe Kira Nerys some type of payment for all she had shared with him.

***

Why didn't they hurry up and kill her? That would be preferable to laying here in a living hell. Jadzia Dax had refused to cooperate with the Intendant. She had also refused to eat and threatened suicide. She no longer cared if she lived or not. So they had placed her on life support. Every day now for the past two weeks Kira had come to question her. Kira, but not her Kira. This vile woman did not deserve the honor of that name. The fact that Major Kira Nerys had been her friend made Dax's captivity all the more painful.

Her Kira was gone, so was O'Brien, Nog, Jake and Benjamin. And Worf. Her beloved Worf. Her par'machai, gone from her forever. She remembered that fateful day, it had been over three months ago. The day had started out bright and beautiful. Worf and she had agreed to start a family, Julian had even told her that the ovarian resequencing had worked. She was so happy. On the way to the temple to say a prayer of thanksgiving to the prophets Dax had seen Quark. She couldn't resist sharing her good news with her Tongo partner. Quark had a wistful expression on his face, but had walked with her to the entrance of the temple and finally congratulated her. Jadzia had given him a hug and kiss. That was her last moment of happiness.

Entering the Bajoran temple she found the vedek's body on the floor. As she leaned over the corpse she heard Quark scream. Suddenly the Ferengi was throwing himself in front of her as she heard the sound of a disruptor. She then saw Dukat vanish. Quark's lifeless body fell on top of her. She screamed when she realized what had happened. Dax rushed from the temple to find help. All she found was chaos. Bajorans all over the station were weeping and wailing. The worm-whole had collapsed, the orbs were black and the prophets were gone.

After that her sorrow only escalated. It didn't take long for news of the Federation's defeat at Chintaka to reach DS9. The entire combined fleet of Federation and Klingon vessels had been wiped out. And with it the life of her husband, her mate, the one man who made her life complete. Julian had had to sedate her. For two months she grieved, living in a drug induced state of euphoria.

Then the Romulans came. The Bajoran government and the Federation had agreed to turn over the space station to their new allies. She and Julian were among the few remaining Starfleet personnel left on the station. Even with the Romulans in the war, the Dominion continued advancing further into Federation territory. And Jadzia Dax continued seeking solace in narcotics and alcohol.

She was pacing the floor late one night, she never slept in her bed, their bed anymore. It held too many memories of Worf. Instead she opted for the couch, whenever she did sleep. Having finished her second bottle of blood wine Jadzia turned at the sound of a transporter beam. Bariel appeared in her quarters. Bariel from the alternate universe. Dax told him about Kira and the others. She saw the pain in his eyes. Then he mumbled something about that making his assignment easier.

Jadzia woke up in the mirror universe. She would kill herself before she would help the Intendant. And if they tried to place the Dax symbiont in another person it would force the new host to commit suicide. Maybe she could make it through the gates of Sto-Vo-Kor. Worf was waiting for her... Jadzia Dax lost all consciousness as she was disconnected from life support.

***

The Regent and three of his most trusted officers made their way to the basement infirmary. The men who followed him had all been loyal to him for years now. He believed in rewarding loyalty generously. Unlike some Klingon leaders, Regent Worf knew it was to his benefit to treat those under him with respect.

But he was a hard task master. He tolerated nothing less than 100% obedience. Numerous soldiers and servants had lost their lives at either his command or by his own hand. Each had been deserving of the fate they earned. No one dared cross him.

Just as he was relentless in his punishment he was excessive in his rewards. The warriors that swore their aligience to him enjoyed the finest of ships, homes, food, jewels and what ever other pleasures he could find to share with them. Even his servants were treated well. Many of them lived better than some governors and council members who had been banned to remote, desolated planets by Emperor Gowran.

The Regent had only three or four select men he counted worthy enough to be his advisors. One of them was his friend, General Martok. It had been Martok who brought him the news of the Intendant's most recent acquisition from the mirror universe: Jadzia Dax!

Worf and his men quickly and silently killed all the guards in the Intendant's palace on Bajor. Foolish woman, did she not know who she was dealing with. To think Kira Nerys had planned to bargain with him, didn't she know he did not negotiate with idiots like her and those stupid Cardassians she had working for her. It was because of them that Jadzia Dax from this universe was dead.

He was mesmerized by her exotic beauty as he looked down at her unconscious form. If she was this lovely hovering at death's door, how splendid she must be alive and in good health. Sgt. Toq moved to lift her from the bed. "STOP! I will carry her." Worf refused to let his officer touch her. Toq was a good man, but he was not worthy. No one must touch her accept him and Dr. Selar. The female Vulcan was his personal physician and had been in his service for nearly ten years. He refused treatment from any of the Klingon doctors, he had made many enemies in the Empire and doctors like lawyers were easily bought. But Selar he trusted. She owed her life to him, and although she had saved his own countless number of times, she still remained at his side. Selar was the only other person he counted as a friend.

Jadzia Dax was limp and her skin felt cool as he lifted her from the bio-bed. Clothed in only a thin white gown, Worf could feel her womanly curves. His palms tingled at the feel of her soft body. Looking at her lovely face he felt his arousal grow. The great warrior had to fight a hard battle to bring the urge to join with her under control. The effect this unconscious Trill woman was having on him was amazing.

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"She will live. If she wants to live. She needs food and the desire to hold onto life." Selar stared back at her long time employer and friend. The Vulcan saw something in his eyes, something that had been missing for a long time. After B'Etor and Kurn's treachery Worf had changed. The quiet and pensive Vulcan female had not liked the man Worf had turned into. Perhaps another change was at hand.

"I will make sure she lives," Worf stated emphatically. After Selar left he sat on the edge of his large firm bed. He hoped the mattress was not too hard for her soft delicate body. Caressing her face, he longed to look into her eyes.

What was he going to do with her, now that he had her? One thing was certain, he would not give her up, not even to the Emperor himself. He sat there and watched her sleeping form for hours.

Early the next morning Jadzia's eyes fluttered open. A familiar scent filled her nostrils. "Worf?" she peered at him through the dim light.

"Yes, Jadzia?" He leaned over and looked into her enchanting blue eyes. His soul was lost to her in that moment.

"Oh Worf, it really is you!" She was still weak but she flung her arms around his neck and reached up to kiss him.

Her lips were soft, moist and her mouth seemed to fit his perfectly. This was not what he expected her to do, but it was what he desired. He savored the taste of her sweetness.

Laying her head back on the pillow Jadzia whispered, "It was all a bad dream. I knew you would come home to me."

"Are you thirsty, hungry? The doctor says you need nourishment and rest."

"Julian is right, yes I am quite thirsty and a little bit hungry." Dax closed her eyes again.

Worf said nothing. He could not tell her the doctor was Selar, not Julian. He was the Regent not Lt. Commander Worf, her husband. Not now, not after that kiss. He brought her food and tea.

Jadzia opened her eyes again. She was happy again. Eating the food he gave her and washing it down with the tea, she contemplated what she had been through: Did I have a bad orb experience? That nightmare had seemed so real.

Worf had not taken his eyes off of her. After she finished eating, he smiled happily. "Thank you," she said. "I thought I might never see that miracle again." He gave her a puzzled look. " Don't look like you don't know what I mean. You promised to smile for me as much as I wanted you to."

"And I will," he said smiling for her again. She didn't know it but Regent Worf smiled often. Especially when he got what he wanted. Or when something particularly delighted him. As her dancing blue eyes were doing at the moment.

"Why are you looking at me like you've never seen me before?" she asked.

"I haven't ever seen you before," he replied, honestly.

"Silly!" she laughed. He liked the sound of her laughter as much as he liked the way her eyes lit up. Sitting up she wrapped her arms around him. "So did Julian say we had to abstain from...exercise?" she flirted with him.

The Regent became erect instantly at her suggestion. "No... he did not say that." Feeling guilty about what he was about to do, the warrior asked, "Are *you* feeling up to it?"

"Actually I feel great, just a little weak. But if you will be gentle until I regain my full strength I'm sure I will be fine. You don't know how much I want to feel you inside me." Her voice had become low and husky as she began to massage his scalp and neck.

His heart pounded loudly in his chest. Was this wrong? In her mind she thought him to be her mate. In a way he was. Could he be gentle? For her he would try with all his might.

Glad that he had showered upon returning to his quarters, he wanted now to wash away the memories of his night with Kira, just as the soap and water had washed away her scent. Making love to Jadzia Dax would wash away the memory of the countless women he had bedded. And he wanted to love every inch of her glorious body. He throbbed in anticipation of being with her. " I will be gentle."

Jadzia could see the burning desire in her husband's eyes. When he lifted her into his lap she felt his erection next to her thigh. Worf was ready for her, this knowledge heated her blood. They kissed tenderly relishing the flavor of the other's mouth. Worf groaned when Jadzia nibbled at his bottom lip. He quickly removed his shirt and she ran her hands across his massive shoulders. Her gown was in his way, she lifted her bottom as he scooted the garment up her body. His thumbs lightly grazed the sides of her breast as he inched the gown past them and over her head.

There was just enough light in the room for him to see that her supple body was magnificent. He wanted to bury himself in her right then. But he wanted to bring her pleasure first. Worf's large brown hand cupped one of her breast while the other started a slow sensual massage down her back. He kissed her gently again, surprised that he could be so tender, but he had promised.

Jadzia sighed as Worf's fingers began to caress her breast. His touch was so delicate, so sensual. She could tell he was restraining a great urge, all for her. His thumb flicked back and forth across her hard nipple. The pressure from his hand increased as he continued kneading her breast. "Yes, like that," she sighed into his mouth. She wasn't so weak that she couldn't take a little pain or better yet give it. Pulling her lips from his she kissed her way up his jaw, then sank her teeth into his cheek.

Worf almost lost his control at that point. The pain in his cheek traveled through his entire body. Jadzia even had the nerve to scratch her nails down the pectoral muscles of his hard, solid chest. As she touched him, the Regent was amazed at the way this woman knew his body, but then it was the same body as her husband from that other universe.

Leaning her back he lowered his head to take her breast in his mouth. He suckled gently at first, gradually increasing the pressure until he was biting her erect nipple between his teeth. Her breathing had become ragged and he could hear her heart beating in her chest. Moving his head to the other twin mound ,Worf traced his tongue round and round her dusky rose areola, faster and faster, before he swallowed her breast into his mouth. His suckling was having the desired effect. Jadzia squirmed in his arms and her body ached with a great need. Her breast were on fire and her lower stomach began fluttering like it always did when Worf nursed at her ample bosom.

The fluttering spread, even as Worf's hand started a downward descent. Her smooth alabaster skin was cool to his touch, but it made his hands hot as every nerve ending came to life. Never had his hands been so aroused. His rough palms literally ached as they began to explore her body. Worf could tell she worked out, her muscles were well toned. And to contrast that her skin was soft and satiny. He wanted to taste her. He placed her back onto the mattress and let his eyes feast on her gorgeous body. She was tall and he thought about having those long legs wrapped around his waist while he moved inside her.

Standing, he removed his shoes and pants. Worf watched as Jadzia's fingers traced along her exotic Trill markings. She caressed both of her breast and slid her hands down her sides and over her stomach. All the while she watched the play of emotions on his face. He smiled provocatively as her fingers glided through the downy triangle and then disappeared between the folds of her lower lips.

Worf's lids became heavy with passion and he ran his tongue over his lips. He sat next to her. His fingers began following the same path hers had taken until they finally joined hers. Placing his hand over hers they both began to massage the hard little bud nestled at the top of her womanhood. Taking her hand in his he guided her middle finger in and out of her own wetness. Over and over he continued the motion until she was completely damp with her secretions. This intimate act made Jadzia's breath catch in her throat. Worf had never done anything so bold, but she liked it. She moaned loudly when he slid his long thick finger into her sex, right next to hers.

Worf could feel the moist silky flesh of her inner walls as his finger probed and explored. Jadzia slid her finger out to give him complete access. He knew when he had found the most sensitive spot as she started writhing beneath him. He continue the slow deep massage. Lowering his head, his tongue began to tease her now engorged clitoris. Worf was delighted at Jadzia's response as he continued to lick, suck and blow on the sensitive little bundle of nerve endings.

Awash with emotions and sensations she couldn't control Jadzia found herself panting and moaning in pleasure and pain. Her body arched up off the bed as Worf continued the tortuous assault on her senses. His fingers and tongue teased and tantalized. Her head was spinning deliriously. When the spasms started, her nails scratched into Worf's shoulders. The waves washed over her again and again. And he wouldn't stop. Just when she thought to come down he would increase the pressure and carry her back into another orgasm.

Worf had become intoxicated with her aroma and taste. She was in estrus and he could smell it. The strong spicy scent was erotic and driving him mad. He growled with pleasure when he felt her spasms come. Yes!, he had succeeded in bringing her to fulfillment. And the delicious pain she inflicted on him as her nails drew blood from his shoulders was all he needed to spur him to continue inflicting the passionate attack on her body until she finally went limp.

Unable to wait any longer Worf spread her legs further apart as he knelt above her. Their eyes met and her cool hand grasped his thick turgid member. If he hadn't wanted to be inside her so badly he could have come right then when her slender fingers wrapped around him. "Now," they said in unison. Jadzia guided him to her opening. Worf paused for a second, she had felt so tight around his finger. He feared she wouldn't be able to hold him, and the last thing he wanted was to injure her. Jadzia solved his dilemma by arching her hips upward as she wrapped her strong legs around his buttocks and pulled him into herself.

As his manhood entered her wet passageway, Worf could feel her muscles giving and stretching as her body yielded to him. Her sex surrounded his completely. Even some Klingon females had difficulty holding his thick extra long member. She was perfect for him. Slowly he pulled back elated by the slippery feel of her. He pulled out just to the point where his head was all that remained inside her. Worf could feel Jadzia quivering with anticipation beneath him. He then forcefully plunged back into her.

He continued moving in and out of her as she rocked her hips, matching his rhythm and timing. His mouth covered hers and their tongues performed their own intimate dance, darting in and out of each others mouth. The slow sensual pace Worf had started became quicker. Encouraged by her response he began to boldly thrust into her. Their bodies were slick with sweat as their hands massaged one another feverishly.

Jadzia's low moans grew louder as Worf nibbled at her neck. She knew she would come as soon as he bit her favorite spot. He was unable to take his eyes away from her. Watching her enjoyment of their lovemaking heightened his own pleasure. He loved the way she looked, smelled and tasted. And the sounds she made were driving him crazy.

Worf noticed a cute little brown spot closer to the front of her throat. It was all by itself, alone and lonely. Like me, he thought. He was drawn to that spot. Something about it appealed to his very nature. He kissed it; her vaginal walls squeezed tightly around him. Having found how sensitive she was to this spot he continued to lick and suck at it. Her movements became erratic. Finally unable to resist he gently bit into her throat. He was shocked at the force of her orgasm.

"Worf!," she screamed his name, her arms and legs locked around him, her nails dug into his back. Jadzia was still caught up in the rapture of her climax when the shock waves rippling through her body transferred to him. The tension that had been building throughout his entire body consumed him. He was lost as the spasms of his own climax racked through his body. Worf roared in ecstasy as his hot semen poured into her pulsing chasm. The two lovers trembled violently in each others embrace as their orgasms subsided.

Go on to Part Two