The disclaimer is in the intro. There is some sexual content and crude language. If you are underage or a representative of the government, you will need adult supervision while reading this story.
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"I'm a beautiful, young woman Worf, not a warrior," Jadzia whispered to him as she wound her arms around him.
"Jadzia, this is wrong," Worf protested weakly. He wanted her so much.
"No, it's not Worf. Just let go," Jadzia encouraged.
He growled then. She wanted him to let go; fine, he would. He gripped her about the waist and began kissing her as he started to rip her tunic off. She began to struggle. He lifted his head.
"You savage, let go of me," she screamed breathlessly. He sat straight up in bed. Sweat beaded his forehead and encircled his wrists, and his erection was pulsing.
This made the third time this week.
He glanced at he clock at his bedside. It was 632 hours. At least it was almost time to get up. He started getting ready for his shift, but he could not ignore his erection. He had been celibate too long. He decided to take a real shower and take care of it there.
Later as he finished his breakfast, he called up a novel he was reading in his PADD. It was an example of science fiction from 20th century Earth Bashir had told him about. It was called "The Stand," and it was by an author called Stephen King. At this point in the novel two of the characters were discussing their nightmares and the similarities between them. It brought to mind his own nightmares.
He sighed and decided to think about this dream so he could have some peace today. He knew he was attracted to Jadzia Dax, and he knew why it bothered him. It bothered him that she was a joined trill. It also bothered him that she was not Klingon.
The last objection wa one he felt was the most justified. He had remained celibate for so long because he always feared he might accidently hurt the woman he was with. He had always felt it was a justified fear. The first objection was the one he felt bad about.
Basically Jadzia Dax had lived seven liftimes as seven different people. If he were to take her as a mate, he would have to deal with the fact that in some ways she was seven times older and wiser than he. The older part bothered him more than the wiser part. He knew it was a silly and stupid predjudice, but he had never found older women attractive.
And not only that, but she had also been male as well as female. He shook his head and left for work. He did not have time to think about this now. But in the back of his mind, a voice chirped /sooner or later, you'll have to.
*****
Later, after his shift was over, Worf was changing into his gee for Jadzia's lesson when a tone sounded at the door. He glanced down at himself. He was decent.
"Come," Worf practically barked. He was almost running late, and he did not want to keep Jadzia waiting.
"Worf...," Major Kira Nerys said as she stopped and stared at the vision before her. Worf's back was to her, and she could see each muscle move and flex under his dusky sking as he reached for his top.
"Yes, Major," Worf said as he turned to face her. Nerys realized that Worf was speaking to her but she was mesmerized by the play of his pectoral and abdominal muscles as he pulled his shirt over his head. Nerys shook herself.
"Um...uh.... Oh, yeah. I...ahem...wanted to know," if you would fuck me raw an irreverent little voice whispered, "if you want to play flag football in the holosuite with me, Bashir, O'Brian, and Odo. We'll be playing against Dax, the Commander, Cassey, and some friends of hers. It's this Saturday," Nerys went on in a rush. She had to get out of here. She could feel herself blushing.
"I don't know, Major. I'll have to think about it," Worf said.
"I need to know tomorrow. If you don't, that'll give me a day to find a replacement," Nerys said as she turned to leave.
"I'll do it," Worf said before she could leave, surprising them both.
"All right, I'll give you time when we settle on one," Nerys called over her shoulder as she practically bolted down the hall.
******
Later, after her lesson, Jadzia met Nerys for dinner.
"Dax, I asked Worf to be on my team for flag football, and he said yes," Nerys said enthusiastically.
"He told me. I'm glad too. It's time he started getting out more," Jadzia said.
"I can't wait, and let me tell you why," Nerys grinned slyly. "I saw him with his shirt off. He's a ...I guess the only good word is a hunk," Nerys said. She described when she had seen.
"If you think he's "so" good looking, why don't you ask him out?" Jadzia asked.
"Oh no, I don't think he would accept. I don't think he's at all interested in me, because if he had been he would have noticed the way I was acting," Nerys explained as she started to eat.
"Maybe you're right," Jadzia commmented before steering the conversation into its usual channels.
*****
"Jadzia, how many spots do you have?" Worf asked as he nibbled her neck.
"I don't knooow. Aahhh. Noo one has ever counted." Jadzia moaned. He began to nibble and such at the spots on her face. She tried to grab him, but he pulled both of her hands over her head. When he finished with her face he flipped her over onto her stomach. She was melting. The feel of his warm, moist lips and teeth against her skin was pushing her into sensory overload. He stopped suddenly and leaned over her so he could whisper in her ear.
"Oh my, I seem to have lost count. Should I start over?" he asked in a voice to low she could feel the bass in his voice.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Damn, not again.
That made two nights in a row.
Her lips perked into an ironic half smiled. He still did not know how many spots she had. She would see him today in the holosuite. She sighed as she silently damned Nerys for telling her when she had seen Thursday afternoon. Ever since then she had been unable to get that picture out of her head. She did not know why she was attracted to him.
Dax knew that Klingons preferred their sex rough, and Jadzia Dax knew she really did not like rough sex. Or maybe she did. After all she had never made love with a Klingon, and she had never had rough sex. Besides Worf, in many ways, was different from other Klingons. Being in Starfleet had polished most of the rough edges.
But even if making love with Worf was the most beautiful experience in the universe, it would not last long.
They would probably kill each other in a few weeks.
*****
Damn, Worf thought as he stood in from of the replicator, Odo weighs more than I thought.
He shifted from one foot to the other as he ordered his meal. He might have to see Bashir tomorrow. He could have really hurt something in his back. He took his meal into his living room and sighed as he settled onto his couch. He decided he really liked flag football. Or at least he really liked winning a game of flag football.
He chuckled. Odo may have scored the winning touchdown, but he was the one who distracted Jadzia and Casey for Odo and Bashir. As soon as he took his shirt off, Jadzia and Casey started tripping over their own feet. He chuckled again. Not that that was all he was good for he thought to himself. Passing a football was really no different from throwing a spear, and chasing after someone to grab their flag was no different from chasing prey. He chuckled again and tried to stand up.
Damn, but his back really hurt. He stood up carefully and disposed of the remains of his meal. As he turned away from the disposal unit, his doorbell sounded.
"Come."
What was she doing? she thought as she entered.
Jadzia knew Worf had hurt his back today just from the way he walked out of he holosuite. And why were you watching the way he walked, a sly little voice whispered. She shook her head and promised herself that she would just see how he was and leave.
"How are you, Worf?" Jadzia asked.
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Worf replied as he motioned her into the living roon. He carefully sat down in a chair after Jadzia sat down on the couch.
"I thought you may have strained your back when you picked up Odo. He's a lot heavier that he looks you know," Jadzia stated reproachfully.
"I'm well aware of that--"
"So you did strain your back," Jadzia interjected.
"No, I--"
"Worf, I know you would never admit you were hurting, but I was going to offer a backrub if you were," Jadzia felt like clapping both hands over her mouth. Where had that come from?
"In that case, I accept," Worf said quickly before his pride could get the better of him.
"All right then. Would you rather lay on the bed or the floor?" Jadzia asked as she stood.
"On the bed," Worf said as he slowly got up and led the way into his bedroom. As he took off his shirt, Jadzia turned away from him.
"Do you have any massage oil or linament?" Jadzia asked in what she hoped was a normal voice. He was as beautiful as Nerys had described.
"Right here," Worf said in a low, husky voice. He had to get on the bed soon, or Jadzia would notice how aroused he was. He held out the jar of liniment to Jadzia's back. Jadzia turned around and took the jar from him. Her breath caught as she watched him carefully drape himself across the bed. How could a Klingon be so beautiful.
"Now Worf, if you are in any pain, not saying that you are, this is going to hurt at first," Jadzia said lightly as she climbed onto the bed. He jerked as she straddled his buttocks. "Worf, be still. I'm not going to ravish you." "I just did not--"
"Be quiet, and relax. I was only teasing," Jadzia admonished as she slicked her hands up with the liniment.
She had expected it to have a medicinal smell, but this stuff did not seem to have any smell at all. She started on his lower back. From the first deep knead he was groaning. First in pain, then after the steel like knots of his muscles began to loosen, he began groaning in pleasure.
"Where did you learn to do this?" he gasped as she slowly began working her way up his spine.
"Curzon picked up several skills in his lifetime. This is just one," Jadzia replied.
The liniment was warming up, and a musky aroma was rising from his back. It was a tantalizing odor that reminded her of sex. The slick glide of her hands over his back reminded her of her reoccurring dream. She was starting to become aroused. Worf was moaning in a steady rhythm that he couldn't control.
His reality had become Jadzia's hands and the pleasure they were providing him. Slowly, consciousness began to drift away. Just as Jadzia was gathering the courage to make an advance toward Worf his groans ceased, and he began to SNORE. Jadzia stopped in disbelief. Then it came again, a small snore. She had put him to sleep!
With that realization came a rush of relief and disappointment. She really hadn't been ready she decided as she got up and left his quarters. As she walked back to her quarters she realized that she had almost initiated a relationship with Worf just for physical satisfaction. This thought caused her to stop in her tracks. She had been ready to use Worf, a friend, to satisfy a physical urge.
She began to walk again, much faster than before. Dax told herself she was overreacting, but she could not seem to stop. The thought and its implications rolled around in her head and made her stomach do somersaults. When she finally reached her quarters, she immediately dressed for bed. She tried to sleep, but after failing miserably for over and hour, she took a sleeping pill.
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Worf was lying on his back when he woke up. He rolled out of bed and stood. As he stretched, he suddenly remembered why he was feeling so good. He checked his clock.
It was 1000 hours.
He had slept the whole night through. He began to dress hurriedly. He was going to ask Jadzia out to lunch if he could find her. And he would definitely apologize.
****
Tone. Tone.
Jadzia turned over.
"Computer, where is Jadzia Dax?"
Worf asked.
"She is in her quarters."
He buzzed again and then again.
"Just a minute," Jadzia called as she pulled on a robe and walked blearily to the door and opened it.
"Jadzia, I wanted to apologize to you for falling asleep last night," Worf said quickly. "Would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Yeah, sure, come in while I dress," Jadzia waved him in and yawned.
"I guess you overslept, too," Worf said as he walked inside.
"Yeah, I guess. Listen just make yourself at home while I dress, o.k.?" Jadzia said as she walked into her bedroom.
"Sure," Worf answered. He started looking around. She had a collection of pewter Earth elephants. All of them had their trunks up and pointed toward the viewport. On the other side of the viewport were shelves of sculpture. None of them had a definable shape. There were no edges or corners. He picked up a piece that for some reason fascinated him.
Jadzia stopped in the doorway to her bedroom as Worf picked up her favorite sculpture. All of the sculptures were of couples making love, but that was her favorite. She wondered how Worf saw it. As Worf turned the sculpture over and over he realized it was of two people making love. The Klingon began to blush as he put the sculpture back on its shelf. Whey had he picked up *that* piece of sculpture to look at?
"What do you think of my collection?" she asked softly as she approached him. The color in his cheeks told her he was embarrassed, and his guilty jump told its own story. His discomfort made her feel surprisingly predatory, especially when he retreated away from the shelves and her when he answered.
"It's quite beautiful. Are you ready to go?" Worf said as he headed toward the door.
"Yes, I suppose I am," she said as she headed out after him. "Oh and Worf, you're forgiven," she said with a grin.
"Thank you. Now where do you want to eat?"
****
"I'm sorry I'm...Worf," Jadzia said as she spun around. This was not the usual program they used. This was a jungle setting. What was going on?
"Computer, who initiated this program?"
"Lt. Commander Worf."
Obviously, she was supposed to find him. She heard a rustle in the undergrowth, and an unsettling thought occurred to her. What if he were hunting her? She shook herself and began searching for signs of which direction he had headed in. How could there be no sign?
There wasn't even a footprint. Then a ton of bricks hit her from above and pinned her to the ground.
"The first mistake you made was not looking up," Worf whispered in her ear. It was so like her dream that she froze in shock. "Are you all right? Are you hurt?" Worf asked as he flipped her over. Recriminations filled his head. What if he had hurt her?
He began running his hands over her body, trying to find any injuries.
"Worf, Worf!" She grabbed his head and made him look at her. "I'm fine; you just startled me. All right, I'm fine."
"I'm sorry, Jadzia. I just.... I was...," he couldn't explain, couldn't breathe. She was so beautiful. Suddenly he caught an odor rising from her. He searched her eyes and saw something he had never expected to see. Desire. She watched his nostrils flare and his eyes change. Suddenly she felt hot all over.
"Worf?" Her voice quavered as he lowered his head to her's and kissed her. It was hot and consuming. Her taste was intoxicating, and the scent of her arousal was maddening. The fingers in his hair clenched. The slight pain and the realization she was pulling him closer made him growl and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. The thrusting of his tongue made every nerve in her body stand up and shout. She couldn't help but moan and try to pull him closer. But he was pulling away.
"I'm sorry," He gasped as he pulled away and left.
*****
Tone. Tone. Tone.
"Go away!"
"Not on your life! We need to talk, Worf. Let me in!" Jadzia punctuated every word with a ring of the doorbell. Suddenly, the door opened. She tentatively poked her head in the door.
"Well, come in," Worf said from his desk. "What do you want?"
"To talk to you about what happened today," Jadzia stated as she walked over to his desk.
"Why? It won't happen again," Worf stated as he started to get up from his desk.
"Was that all?"
"No, it isn't," Jadzia said as she came around his desk and pushed him back into his chair.
She said, "This is," as she dropped into his lap and kissed him. He was paralyzed by shock. He quickly came out of it as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. His arms clamped her body to his like steel bands. As he stood, he asked her if she were sure.
"Yes, oh...," she gasped as he started walking toward his bedroom with her in his arms. He set her down beside his bed and and began to strip. She stared at him as she did the same. His body was so beautiful. They both finished undressing at the same time. Her skin was so white the spots seemed to shimmer. Her breasts were upswept, and her nipples were already hard. He could faintly see Dax's outline and was reminded of exactly who he was fixing to mate with.
"Is there anything I should know about mating with a joined Trill before we start?" Worf asked her. He watched her smile as she moved to embrace him. He couldn't help but shudder. She felt so good.
"There is nothing you need to know except how to please a woman, and I'm sure you already know how to do that."
She pulled away slightly. "Turn around."
He cocked his head to the side but followed her order. He felt a tugging at his hair and realized what she was doing. He felt her fingers as they combed through his hair. His head fell back. It felt so good.
"Your hair is so beautiful. You are so beautiful," she crooned as she began to stroke his shoulders and back.
"Your skin is so smooth and warm and silky," she said as she laid her cheek against his left shoulder blade and continued exploring the right side of his back.
"You smell warm and spicy, and your taste," she ran her tongue down his spine, dragging a strangled moan from him, "is as intoxicating as," she kissed each firm, toned, and tense buttock, "Romulan ale."
He turned toward her, intent on taking her in his arms and making very sweet love to her, but she pushed him, hard. His knees hit the side of the bed, and he fell backwards. He lay there watching her watch him.
Gods but this was such a turn on, he thought.
"Do you even know how beautiful you are?" she asked him as she got on the bed and knelt beside him. She looked at his cock. It was the same dark color as the rest of him. It was so beautiful. It had to be at least ten inches long, and it was so thick. She gripped him. Her fingers could barely encircle him.
"Especially here."
His body arched, and with a twist, she was under him. He stared into her eyes, hardly believing the desire he saw there.
"You are beautiful, too."
He propped himself on one arm and began stroking her body.
"You have a beautiful face. Such beautiful eyes and lips," Worf said as he leaned down and kissed her. Her taste was delicious. It made want to eat her up. He began to nibble at her lower lip. He growled when he heard her groan. He began to suck on her lip to soothe it. He raised his head slowly. He was shaking with the effort of controlling himself.
"Your breasts," he sighed.
"They are works of art," he murmured as he stroked them. He slid down until his head was level with her breasts. He began to suckle her breasts, alternating feverishly between the two. The taste and smell of her skin was playing hell with his control. Unconsciously, he began to get rougher.
"Oh, yes. That's it," Jadzia moaned. The feel of his mouth sucking roughly at her breasts made her pussy tingle and pulse. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He raised his head, and she moaned in protest.
"Would you have me stop before I got to the best part?" Worf teased her as he parted her legs. Her scent intensified so quickly he was dizzy. It was maddening. He stopped for a few seconds to regain his tenuous grip on control. Then he tasted her. Her taste was more than intoxicating. He knew he did not have enough time to do this right before he lost control. He concentrated on her clit, hoping to bring her to the point where she could take him without pain before he lost control.
"Oh, my, oh right there! I need you so much; I need you now, Worf, now!" Jadzia panted. He rose up from between her legs and positioned himself.
"Are you sure?" he gritted out.
"Yes, damn it," Jadzia gasped.
He began pushing into her. She stopped breathing. She could feel him stretching her. She began gasping for air as he touched her uterus. He could feel her tightness loosening, and her body adjusting to him. He balanced himself on one hand and grabbed one of her legs with the other. He hooked it over his shoulder. He sunk his last inch into her. Then her began to move. She couldn't believe how incredibly huge he felt.
When he began moving, every thought left her head. All she could do was pant to the rhythm of his strokes. She was already so close. The whimpering noises she was making had him on the knife's edge of loosing control. Then her nails dug into his shoulders and her body clamped down on his. That was it. Just as she reached her climax he seemed to lose controle and started slamming into her. She could hear him growling above her. Then, as unexpected as the first, another climax tore through her body, and she screamed.
As he felt her body clench around his own a second time, he came. He roared as his climax pulsed through him. Slowly, each adjusted their positions until they were sleeping in each others arms.
~The End~
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