REGENT

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WARNING: This story contains material of a sexual nature and may not be appropriate for those under the age of 18.

While Jadzia's mind was lost in time and space the Dax symbiont's consciousness focussed on the tingling sensation in her right ovary. Jadzia had felt that little bite of pain and the fluttering sensation every month since she had reached puberty and never paid much attention to it anymore. But today the symbiont did.

The ovary released one single egg cell, ripe and ready for its journey. The finger like extensions of the fallopian tube beckoned the microscopic cell. As it flowed along the small passage way it was bombarded by millions of even tinier tadpole shaped cells. Finally one very determined sperm cell penetrated the membrane of the small ovum. And wondrous magic began to happen. The little egg cell grew and changed at a phenomenal rate. No longer was it a Trill cell, just as the sperm that had joined with it was no longer a Klingon cell. They had merged, become one, a new living creation. It was now an entity that had never existed before. Distinct with its own life and destiny. Having reached the large cavern it would call home, this new being instinctively nestled deep into the rich life giving tissue of its mother's womb.

The Dax symbiont was aware of all of the events that had occurred over the past two hours. From the moment she had awaken to find their parmachai to the rapturous orgasm that exploded through their being. Jadzia Dax was happy again, she was with Worf. The mind of Jadzia was sleeping blissfully while her body lay in the embrace of their lover. Dax's mind stored this secret little tidbit of information away. Let the Jadzia mind be pleasantly surprised when she found out in a month or two. Then one night while Jadzia was sleeping it would place these special memories in her dreams.

~

Jadzia had fallen asleep. The Regent was surprised that he could attain such ecstasy without the roughness he was used to. Unwilling to pull out of her Worf wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her buttocks. He then rolled over onto his back bringing her with him so that she lay astride him.

She nestled her head against his broad chest as if this was a familiar position. He supposed it was. Jadzia must have slept like this in the arms of his counterpart. The Regent became jealous at the thought of someone else sharing her body. But then that someone else had been him, at least his duplicate.

He thought about that other Worf. The same and yet different. He must have loved and cherished Jadzia dearly, if her response to their lovemaking was any indication. "My brother, rest assured that I will protect her, care for her and love her until the day she passes through the gates of Sto-Vo-Kor."

~

Hours later Jadzia awoke, groggy as always, to the feel of Worf's penis flexing inside of her. He had never done anything like that before. She liked it. Raising up she looked down into his smiling face. "Where did you learn that?" she asked in a breathless voice, her own muscles beginning to pulsate.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up. Learn what? This?" Worf increased the speed of his flexing. "I just thought it would make you feel good. I want to make you happy." Placing his hands around her slender waist he then began to rhythmically stroke in and out of her wetness.

"You do make me happy; exceedingly beyond belief happy!" Jadzia exclaimed breathlessly as she threw her head back and arched her body closer to his. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back and a low moan escaped her lips. She placed her hands on the corded muscles of his thighs for support. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire and she couldn't get enough of him. Dax didn't know what had happened to her but that didn't matter. The only thing of importance was that they were together.

After the ecstasy of another orgasm, Jadzia and Worf lay entangled in each others arms and legs. "Worf, I love you."

"And I love you, Jadzia." Guilt stabbed at the Regent's heart. He had deceived her, but surely it had been for the best. The life and color had returned to her pale complexion. And most important desire burned in her eyes. He had assured Selar that she would live. That was a vow he intended to keep.

Worf reached for the knife that was always at his bedside. He had to do this before it was too late. Before she discovered the truth. Sitting upright in the dimly lit room, Worf ran the tip of the blade across the palm of his left hand. Jadzia sat up also and watched as the blood flowed from the cut. He held the knife out to her, handle first.

"We've done this before, my love. Why do you want to do it again?" she asked.
"This is a new beginning of the bond between you and I." He stared at her with those fierce brown eyes, that burrowed straight through to her very soul.
"Sort of like renewing our marriage vows. How romantic." Her heart ached with love. Jadzia took the knife in her left hand and bravely let the sharp blade cut into her flesh.

With pride the Regent noted that she did not flinch as the tip sliced into the palm of her hand. He knew she was worthy. "Jih'dok," Worf said as he held up his left hand.
"Maj'dok," Jadzia responded placing her right palm against his. Their fingers laced as Worf squeezed their hands together, allowing their blood to mingle. "Tlinghan jIH" {" I am a Klingon" } He was satisfied. She was now his mate, for life.

They made love again and then Jadzia fell asleep. Her body was still recuperating from all the drugs she and the Intendant had pumped into it. She slept peacefully, the Dax symbiont was glad of this rest. They both needed it. Jadzia Dax dreamed of happy times, still unaware that she was in another universe, unaware that she had taken the Oath with the Regent. And the consciousness that belonged to Jadzia was still unaware that his child now grew inside of her.

***

"Regent, forgive me, but you have made a grave mistake." Dr. Selar faced the formidable Klingon. "You should have told her the truth, before you forced her to take the Oath with you." "I didn't force her. She willingly took the blade from my hand." He turned away from his friend.
"Worf, she thinks you are her husband."
"And I am!" he yelled. "Nothing and no one will change that."

"She can. Soon she will know the truth. The narcotics in her system will have worn off before we reach Khitomer. And you my old friend will have questions to answer. I cannot believe you, YOU, would take advantage of a helpless female." Selar stared at the back of her friend's head. Sometimes she was ashamed to be his friend. This was one of those times.

Worf turned and looked directly into the Vulcan female's accusatory gaze. Was he no better than his father, Mogh? Had the sins of the father become the sins of the son? He grabbed Selar by the shoulders and shook her. "But I love her. I love her desperately!"

The physical contact gave Selar access to Worf's mind and emotions. Unprepared, she was assailed by the magnitude of emotions emanating from him. He was telling the truth. Selar began to feel weak.

"I am sorry, Selar. Forgive me." He removed his hands from her. He had not meant to subject her to his thoughts and feelings.

"I will help you all I can, Worf."

"Thank you," he said before leaving the infirmary.

***

The Dax symbiont was the first to realize that something was not right about their surroundings. Jadzia had been so enthralled by making love to Worf she had paid no attention to the room or the bed she was in. Waking up fully alert and completely alone in the dimly lit room she listened to the sounds. Warp drive. She was on a starship that was moving very fast. Dax had been a pilot in more than one lifetime and they both had been on countless numbers of ships. Standing Jadzia Dax concentrated on the vibrations. Warp 9.5 at the very least.

"Computer, increase light by 50%." Her eyes looked around the room. This was not the Defiant. This wasn't even a Federation vessel. She moved to the computer console.

Worf walked through the doors. Dax turned and stared at him. He was dressed in full battle gear and his luxurious hair hung freely around his shoulders. "Worf, why are we on a Klingon attack cruiser? Vor'cha class if I read the monitor correctly." Jadzia was still naked but she stood authoritatively, hands on hips glaring at her husband.

Magnificent, the Regent thought. He stood there awed by her beauty. His arousal pressed tight against his pants. Just the sight of her made him crazy. "You are correct. We are on board the Tiq'Dun."

"Heart of Greatness? I've never heard of this ship. Where are we going?" "To Khitomer," he answered bluntly.
"Why?" she demanded, fist balled at her sides.

She is a strong willed woman, he was pleased. "So you can recuperate in safety." "Recuperate? Safety?! What has happened to DS9? Worf, what happened to me? Am I suffering some type of amnesia?"

"Jadzia you need to get back into bed. I don't want you to have a relapse. We will talk tomorrow." He turned to leave.

"No Worf! I want to know now what is going on here!" Dax rushed across the room. Her intentions had been to grab him before he got out the door. But her legs were still weak. She collapsed.

Rushing to her he lifted her in his strong arms and gently placed her in the bed. "You will listen to me now? You won't try to get up again?" Worf smiled when she nodded her head in agreement. He brought her some medicinal tea which she drank completely. He sat next to her and held her hand.

Just before dozing off, Jadzia looked up at him. "Worf, you're so handsome with your hair like that." She was then asleep. The Regent smiled at her compliment, he rarely received such genuine flattery. He then kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

***

They dined together that night. Worf had removed the uniform and slipped on a gray knit shirt which hugged his muscular chest and a pair of dark gray pants. He did not want her asking questions about the medals and insignias on his uniform.

But she did continue with the questions. He refused to answer her. Instead he knelt in front of the statue of Kahless. "Well I can be just as stubborn." She rolled over on her side, placing her back to him as he crawled into bed. "Take your hands off me!" she snapped at him when he tried to caress her.

"Don't you want to feel me inside you? Feel me moving between your legs? Touching you only the way I know how? Perhaps you would like to ride on top, I liked this morning immensely." Worf whispered seductively in her ear.

"NO, I don't! I am mad with you. So unless you are going to tell me what I want to know you might as well go to sleep. After all *you* did say I need my rest."

The Regent's anger flared and he grabbed her turning her over. "You are my wife!"
"Are you going to force yourself on me? I am your wife, not your slave." Her blue eyes turned icy.

"Fine. Go to sleep," he snarled. No woman had ever refused him. B'Etor had never denied him his privileges as her husband. What kind of universe had this Jadzia Dax come from? Had she often deprived his counterpart of what was rightfully his? He slept fitfully that night.

Jadzia didn't sleep well either. The nightmares returned. She could see the Admiral telling her and Julian about the destruction of the Defiant and its crew. She awoke in a cold sweat. Rolling over she saw that Worf was by her side. It was all a bad dream. Jadzia curled up next to her husband.

When Worf woke the next morning he found his beautiful new bride snuggled against his chest. He dreaded telling her the truth, but he knew he had to. The Regent had hoped to win her heart first. He was dressed and sitting at his computer when she awakened.

"Good morning, why didn't you wake me up like you usually do?" she stretched and yawned.
"You were resting peacefully and looked so divine," he responded.
"My love, you do have a way with words." Jadzia stood and made her way to his desk.

Worf turned the computer monitor off. Standing he took her in his arms and ran his hands up and down her back. "Good morning, how are you feeling?" he asked with tenderness in his eyes.

"Much better, thank you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down so she could kiss him.

"Here put these on, the doctor will be here shortly," he said when their lips finally parted and he reached for some clothing and pointed her in the direction of the shower. "Julian is here?" she inquired.
"No. The doctor on board is Vulcan, her name is Selar."
"Now that is strange. A female Vulcan on board a Klingon attack cruiser."
Worf made no comment, he simply pushed her in the direction of the bathroom.

After showering Jadzia put on the lovely royal blue dress. The soft flowing silk seemed to have been made just for her, the fit was perfect and the color made her eyes stand out even more. She liked the way she looked even though it appeared she had lost weight.

Worf smiled appreciatively when she came back into the room. He sat at a round table in one corner of the room. An assortment of food and beverages was laid out. The Regent stood up and pulled out the other chair for Jadzia to sit down.

"Worf when are you going to tell me what's going on. These are very extravagant quarters for a Klingon ship. Even for a Vor'cha class ship you wouldn't expect the captain to have this much luxury. So how did we end up in these quarters? Did you and Martok have Gowran assassinated or something?"

At the mention of his friend the general and the Emperor's name the Regent quickly looked at her. "Do you think I should kill Gowran?" he asked, curious about these people in her universe. He knew his counterpart was or had been a Lt. Commander in some military unit called Starfleet, if Bariel's report was to be believed. What of the other people he knew?

"Worf please! Don't look so serious when you say that. I know that you and Gowran have not always seen eye to eye. And he has definitely not given you the proper recognition and respect you are due, but that's no reason to think about killing him. Although you would make a better Chancellor than he."

"You really think I would?" he asked reaching across the table and taking her hand in his.

"Of course I might be a little bit partial." Seeing the intense look in his eyes she observed, "I never knew you had political aspirations." "There is much you have to learn about me Jadzia. Never the less, I will not be killing Gowran unless he gives me good reason. Here try the gagh."

"That's a relief to hear. I would not want my husband court-martialed." Taking the squiggling serpent worms Dax popped some in her mouth. "Oh my this has got to be the best gagh I've ever tasted. Every thing is wonderful or am I just starving."

Making no further comments on politics, Worf said, "Only the best for you, parmachai. By the way you look lovely in that dress."

"I love it when you're romantic. But that brings me back to my original question. How did you manage these quarters and this dress? If I make no mistake this is Tholian silk. Do you know how rare and expensive it is?"

"Like I said, only the best for you."
"Worf! Stop avoiding my questions."

The Regent opened his mouth and was about to tell her the truth when the door chimed. It was Dr. Selar.

After examining the Trill, Dr. Selar gave her a clean bill of health. She instructed Dax to take it slow, get her rest and proper nutrition.

"Doctor, what was wrong with me?" "Your system was full of a variety of narcotics. You've been drugged heavily for quite some time."
"By whom? What kind of drugs?" Dax implored.
"It would be best if your husband tells you these things." Selar looked at Dax, her expression unreadable.
The Vulcan left without any further comment.

"Well? Is my husband going to tell me what is going on?" "Jadzia come here," he said softly. Worf wanted to hold her, smell her, taste her sweet kiss. He wanted to see the love in her eyes one last time. "Always remember, I do love you."

He kissed her passionately. Jadzia trembled in his arms. An unknown fear gripped her heart. Intuition told her something was wrong, terribly wrong. Worf then led her to the bed where she sat down. He paced the floor while he told her the truth about everything.

Jadzia began to cry, deep racking sobs of agony. She thought about her friends and about her husband. The terrible nightmare had been real. Worf her husband, her love, her parmachai really was gone. Then she remembered *him* touching her. He had used her, violated her body, her soul. Screaming as she ran toward the Regent, she began cursing him. First in Trill then in Klingon. Jadzia pounded his chest, she was hysterical with grief and anger.

Worf stood still. As solid as a large tree and firmly rooted, he did not move. The Regent allowed her to vent her frustrations on him. He didn't deserve anything he had taken from her. All the foul names she called him, all the hell fire and damnation she swore on him, this was what he deserved.

When Jadzia finally collapsed on the floor from exhaustion Worf lifted her up and placed her on the bed. He brushed away the tears that slid down her face. Opening her eyes, she saw how concerned he was about her. Jadzia Dax was filled with hatred as she glared at him. Through gritted teeth she uttered, "Take your filthy hands off me. Don't ever touch me again. If you do... I will kill...myself."

***

"If you touch me I will kill myself." Why had she said those particular words? Why didn't she threaten to kill him? He could have dealt with that. But no, she had struck at his very heart, she had threatened her own life. How did she know that was the one thing he could not allow her to do?

Seven tortuous days had passed since they had arrived at his home. He was in agony but she was still alive. For this restless warrior that would have to be enough. Standing on his balcony he looked out over his lands. He spotted her sitting in the garden watching the children play.

As she sat in the tranquil garden, Jadzia thought about the luxurious mansion she was now living in. The Regent's estate on Khitomer was impressive. The garden was filled with flowers and plants of every kind. There were orchards and rolling meadows that went on for acres and acres. And the house was immense. It was elaborately decorated with the best of furnishings from all over the galaxy.

Apparently he also had a passion for music, art and sculpture. Like her own Worf, the Regent listened to opera which was piped throughout the house. Beautiful pieces of artwork adorned every room. Some rooms were dark and somber in the traditional Klingon style. But other rooms totally baffled Jadzia, in that they were light, airy and colorful. Her bedroom was such a room.

She remembered the Regent leading the way into the room that was to be hers. She had been amazed. Opposite the door leading into the room were three large windows that extended from the floor to the ceiling. Light poured into the room. The middle window had French doors that led out onto the balcony overlooking a magnificent courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard was a fountain.

The walls of her room were graduating shades of color, ranging from the palest of lilacs near the floor to sky blue at the ceiling. When the sunshine came through the windows the effect was breathtaking. The carpet was soft, creamy and richly padded beneath her feet. The furniture was gracefully carved from some type of ivory material.

Only one piece of art work was in the bedroom. A sculpture made of a pearlescent stone sat on the large dresser. It was the nude figure of a fairy nymph or angelic like female. Her arms were stretched out in front of her perfectly formed body. She seemed to be reaching out to someone. Her wings were extended behind her and from the position of her legs and feet she appeared to be hovering in mid-flight. Her beauty was resplendent.

Every night Jadzia would lovingly touch the angelic statue, she was so taken with her. "Where is your love? Do you reach out to him and find he isn't there?" Jadzia's heart ached for her parmachai.

For the most part she loved the room. The only thing she didn't like was the fact that it adjoined the Regent's master suite. She kept the door locked from her side. But he kept his promise to never touch her.

Dax thought back to the first day they had arrived. The Regent told her that he would honor her request and not touch her unless she asked him. His only request of her was that she dine with him, at every meal. Jadzia didn't know why she did it, but she agreed to his terms.

The first night of their arrival on Khitomer there had been a great feast. Apparently the Regent had been away for quite sometime. The large dining hall was filled with warriors and servants. If Dax had not spent two lifetimes surrounded my Klingons she would have been frightened.

The Regent had come to escort her to dinner. She drew back when he extended his bent arm. "I said I would not touch you. That does not mean you cannot touch me. I am simply offering my arm out of courtesy, my Lady."

"Regent, I think I should dine in my room."
"Are you feeling ill?"
"No. I just..."

"Then I judged you wrong. I had thought you a woman of her word. If you cannot honor your word in such a small deed as eating with me, then perhaps you don't deserve me honoring my word to you." His black eyes burned.
"What do you mean?" she asked. Dax noticed that the veins in his neck were standing out.

"The men waiting downstairs are sworn to me. But they are tired and hungry. And I have promised them a grand meal. Might I remind you, you are my mate, this is your House. I don't know how they do things in your universe but here the feast cannot begin until the Lady of the House slays the first targ. I expect you to feed its beating heart to me with your own hand. So you will come with me to the dining hall one way or the other. Either of your on free will or I will drag you down the stairs by your hair and fling you into the midst of my soldiers. I would rather not discipline you. Do you understand? The choice is yours, my Lady."

He stood there, arms crossed, staring down at her, jaw firmly set. In that moment Jadzia knew true fear. It angered her that he had insinuated that she could not keep her word. But the thought of being dishonored by being dragged by the hair into a room full of Klingons frightened her tremendously. She would be branded a woman unworthy of respect. Would he punish her in front of his men? Something in his manner let her know he would do exactly what he said. Here was a man unaccustomed to being disobeyed.

The Regent frightened her, yet on some sub-conscious level she was drawn to him. Jadzia placed her hand in the crook of his arm. Every day since that time they had dined together. He proved himself to be a very considerate gentleman, pulling out her chair, pouring her wine, offering her the choicest cuts of meat, the largest slice of blood pie. In every way and in everything he catered to her first.

And he watched her. If they dined in the great hall with his men she would sit next to him, and his eyes would always find their way to her. If they dined alone in his library, she would sit across from him and he would watch her from beneath hooded lids. But he kept his word. The only physical contact they had was when she placed her hand in the bend of his elbow. Secretly Jadzia had come to look forward to this touching.

Jadzia was enjoying watching the children play. These small children belonged to the servants who worked for the Regent. They were not old enough to attend school, so they accompanied their mothers. One little boy in particular caught her attention. He was obviously not full Klingon. When Dax stretched her arms out to him he toddled over to where she sat. He was slightly older than Yoshi. The thought of Yoshi made her heart ache again. She and Worf had wanted a baby so badly. Damn Dukat and the Dominion.

The adorable little toddler soon made Jadzia forget about her sorrows. The two were sitting in the grass playing and giggling when a female voice called out, "Dan, Dan where are you?"
"Mama," the little tyke called out. Jadzia turned to see the woman approaching.

"Leeta?" she asked in amazement.
"Yes my Lady? Is he troubling you?"
"Oh no, quite the opposite. Is this your son?"
"Yes, my Lady. Is something wrong?"
"I apologize for staring it's just that you look like an old friend."
"Oh yes. I heard that you were from the mirror universe. I would love to hear about my counterpart someday. Is she a gardener too?"

Dax then noticed that Leeta was dressed in overalls and wore sturdy gardening gloves. Definitely not what her Leeta would be caught wearing. "No she was a hostess at Quark's. She's now married to my colleague, Rom."
"Well I really want to hear about her."
"So do I." The deep baritone seemed so out of place in the peaceful setting that Jadzia jumped at the sound.

Turning to her left she looked up at the awesome warrior standing over her. This man was not her Worf, but he still had the power to take her breath away. Little Dan hopped from her lap and ran to the huge warrior who picked him up. Jadzia's heart skipped a beat as she watched him toss the child into the air and then catch him in his strong sure grip. Dan laughed wildly.

"My you are getting big. Ouch!" Worf said as Dan's pudgy little fingers grabbed his beard and pulled. "Learning fast aren't we?" he laughed.

"My Lord, I'll take him now. It's time for his afternoon meal," Leeta said as she looked up at the tall Klingon. Dax saw the obvious devotion the Bajoran woman had for him. She also observed the affection the Regent had for the young Klingon-Bajoran child. Jadzia felt a pang of jealousy.

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