Dukat's Night Out Gul Dukat leaned up against the wall, crossed his arms, and sighed. He hated these official functions. He wouldn't be at this one, if it weren't so important. However, this was a party in honor of the fifth anniversary of the signing of the Peace Treaty between Cardassia and the Federation. As such, there were many high-ranking officials from both sides in attendance, and not to make an appearance would be a grave mistake. However, the knowledge that he was making a prudent career move didn't ease his boredom. He lifted his hand in greeting to a couple of acquaintances passing by, and wondered how long it would be before he could gracefully withdraw. He'd much rather be ensconced in his private chambers with his newest mistress. A smile flickered across his face as he recalled the night before. She'd been magnificent. He wondered cynically how long the acrobatics would last before she started campaigning to become the second Mrs. Dukat. He gave it another month. Well, at least the Command had spared no expense in hosting this party. There was, of course, synthehol, but they also had some wonderful Earth liquors and the best Cardassian kanar available. Dukat wasn't interested in food at the moment, but he noticed a good cross-section of cuisines was displayed. His glass had been empty for quite some time, and he decided it was time for a refill. As he crossed the room, he looked over at the entranceway, and nearly stopped dead in his tracks. 'Well', he thought, 'maybe there's hope for this night, after all.' Standing there was one of the most beautiful human women he had ever seen. She was wearing a gorgeous dark red sheath, made of a shimmery material that was molded to her body, leaving very little to the imagination. She moved to walk down the stairs, and he could see that her dress was slit almost to her waist, showing generous amounts of her long legs. As she walked down the stairs, she surveyed the room, and Dukat was drawn to her proud carriage, and the haughty look in her eyes. He reflected how he would enjoy grinding that pride to dust, and pictured her writhing in ecstasy beneath him, pleading with him to take her. The thought brought a predatory smile to his face. As her gaze swept the room, it fell on Dukat, and lightly rested there. Whatever could he be thinking that would put that menacing look on his face? His eyes met hers, and she knew what he was thinking. He wanted her. She averted her glance, as if dismissing him, and continued down the stairs. At her dismissive look, the smile on Dukat's face grew wider. He felt he'd just been challenged, and he was never one to back away from a challenge. He swept up two glasses of Kanar and headed over to meet this fascinating woman. Lia fought her nervousness as she descended the stairs. All eyes were on her, as she knew they would be. She'd purposely been a little late. It wasn't the best of form, but it meant that everyone would be watching her when she came in. The red dress she was wearing doubly assured she would be the center of attention. But now that she was here, the butterflies were in full force. There was nothing for it, but to hold her head up high, keep her face impassive, and hope she didn't throw up. She imperiously swept her gaze across the room, looking for one certain Cardassian... Her heart jumped as her eyes lit upon him, and then she met his burning gaze. Well, he'd noticed her all right, and she knew he desired her. After a moment of contact with his hot gaze, she had to look away. She forced a bored look on her face, and looked away from him as if she had found him wanting. She had to fight not to seek out his face once again; she knew she would not be able to hide her desire for him. She continued to the bottom of the staircase. Dukat saw the woman reach the bottom of the staircase, and greet an older man; a Starfleet Admiral. They spoke for a moment, and it seemed some tense words were exchanged. Dukat wondered if he was witness to a lovers' spat. A Cardassian Ambassador walked up to the pair, and the Admiral turned to speak to him. After a few moments the woman broke away from them. Dukat intercepted her. He said nothing at first, just handed her the glass of Kanar, which she accepted. He smiled, and said, "That was quite an entrance." She took a sip, watching him coolly over the rim of her glass. Then she brought her glass down, and licked the liquid from her lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then she smiled a small, seductive smile at him and then glanced over the room, as if searching for someone. Dukat simmered. This woman was playing with him! He was not used to women being so dismissive, certainly not in public. He vowed that before the night was over, she'd be clinging to him like a vine. After all, he did have somewhat of a reputation as a ladies' man to live up to. He would not be made a laughingstock! "My name is Dukat. And you are....?" his eyes bored into hers. "Lia". She had a magnificent voice; as smooth as the kanar he was drinking, he thought. "Well, Lia," he said, taking her glass from her hand, and setting it down on the table, "I think we should dance." He took her hand to lead her to the dance floor, but she snatched it back, as if it burned her. "I think, sir, that I wasn't done with my drink!" She reached for her glass, and drank the remaining liquid in three fiery gulps. Only she knew what an effort it was to keep her hand from shaking, and spilling kanar all over her dress. She had seen this man months before while visiting DS9, and had been very attracted to him, to the air of authority and danger that surrounded him. He hadn't seen her, but she had been intrigued enough with what she saw of him, that she began to read all the files she could on him. The more she learned, the more fascinated she became. She didn't think she'd ever really meet him; he was more of a fantasy figure. But then her father had received the invitation to attend this party. Of course, as the Admiral's daughter, the invitation also included her, and she had made her plans to attend. Her father did not quite approve of her attire, as she knew he wouldn't, but she was quite old enough to wear what she wanted. She'd been on her own for a number of years, after all. 'Well, Lia, you asked for it, you got it, so don't back out now!' she told herself. After she had downed her glass, she turned back to the Gul, and said, "NOW I am ready to dance." He gave her a smirk, like he could see right through her, through her confident exterior into the secret quivering of her stomach. Like he knew exactly why she'd had to down the kanar, and that she was wishing desperately for another glass to calm her nerves. After searching her eyes for a moment, he once again took her hand, and they went to the dance floor. His hand clasped her waist, and the other took her hand. She hesitantly put her other hand on his shoulder, and they began to dance. She was relieved to find that dancing here was much the same as on Earth. He was a very graceful dancer; he moved like a panther. She was reminded by that thought that he was also as dangerous as one. To attend the party, he had worn a formal Cardassian uniform, one that did not include the hard armor of his everyday uniform. Under her hand, she could feel the hardness of his shoulder, and she thought she could even feel the warmth of his skin. She looked up at him, and found he had been speaking to her. "What did you say? I'm sorry," she said. "I said, you seem a little distracted," the Gul said. "I was wondering what you were thinking of." "Oh, nothing much, just this and that," she said airily. Dukat narrowed his eyes. "I do hope I'm not boring you." She could feel the anger tensing his body, and decided she had played it cool long enough. "Actually, no, you're not boring me," she said. "If you want to know what I'm thinking, I'll tell you." She looked up into his eyes, and said, "I'm thinking about how incredibly aroused I am by you." At his look of shock, she threw her head back and laughed. He watched her, his eyes taking in the elegant curve of her throat. He felt an urge to taste her skin, to bite that delicious spot where her neck met her shoulder in a graceful line, and to hear her moan with pleasure. She looked at him, and her eyes gleamed wickedly. "Well, you did ask, didn't you?" Dukat recovered his composure. "Yes, I did. But I had no idea." She narrowed her eyes. "Oh, please. You know that most of the women in this room would love to fuck you." That word coming from her lips in this setting was jarring, and he felt a tingle in his loins. All these well dressed, stuffy bureaucrats and politicians all within earshot; she could easily have been overheard. But she acted like she didn't care. What kind of woman was this? 'Well, that hadn't been so hard,' reflected Lia. Of course, the Kanar had helped loosen her tongue. She was beginning to feel a pleasant lightheadedness, whether from the liquor or Dukat's arms around her she couldn't say. She became very aware of his body, and its closeness to hers. The strength in the arms that held her. She looked up into his eyes, and the pleasant, giggly feeling that had been taking hold of her died. His eyes were dark, smoldering with passion, and deadly serious. She found she couldn't look away from him. It was getting hard for her to breathe, and there was a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thought she might faint. Dukat noticed that she seemed dizzy, and asked her if she was all right. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you, but maybe we should stop dancing for now. I am unused to your strong Cardassian liquors," Lia said. He led her to the edge of the dance floor, and out onto a balcony. The cool breeze immediately made her feel better. It had been so close and hot in the ballroom. She should have known better than to gulp Kanar like that. The view was beautiful, and she said as much to Dukat. "Yes, very beautiful," he murmured, and she knew he wasn't talking about the view. Suddenly, she felt nervous again, and she stepped up to the rail of the balcony, and looked out on the mountains, and the moonlight shining on a nearby lake. She tried to take some of the peacefulness of her surroundings and make it hers. Then she felt Dukat's body move up behind hers; she could feel the hard muscles of his chest against her back. She wanted to lean back into him, but resisted. She felt gentle fingers moving aside her hair, and then his lips were against the smooth flesh of her neck. He nuzzled her ear, and she felt electricity shoot through her. She heard a moan of pleasure escape her lips. She turned around so that she was facing him, and then his lips met hers. Those lips. Those cruel, sensual lips that she'd dreamed of so often. In her wildest dreams she hadn't imagined that they would be so exquisitely gentle. His tongue parted her lips, and all her senses came to life. She eagerly took his tongue into her mouth, and in her passion, began sucking on it. A low growl escaped him as his own passion began to rise. God, he wanted this woman. He wanted to rip the dress from her body and bury himself deep within her. But a small part of his mind kept him aware that they were in a very public place, and someone could walk out onto the balcony at any time. He knew he'd better stop, or risk losing control of himself. He pulled away from her violently, and leaned up against the balcony wall. His breathing was coming in ragged gasps. He tensed as he felt her hand on his back. "What is it?" she whispered, not trusting her normal speaking voice. "What's wrong?" "We have to stop this now, before I lose control of myself and take you right here on the floor of this balcony!" he rasped. He heard a low, sultry laugh from behind him. He turned around, to see that she had shed her dress, and stood there in a puddle of the shiny red material, naked as the day she had been born. She lifted her arms, presenting herself for his inspection. "So, who's stopping you?" she whispered huskily. Dukat's sudden intake of breath hissed through his teeth. Gods, this was a magnificent woman. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears, and had to fight himself to keep from knocking her to the floor, and burying his aching cock between her legs. She saw his reaction, and was pleased. However, not as pleased as she would be later, she vowed. He was still reluctant, and she decided he needed just one more little shove to push him over the edge. He watched as she walked slowly towards him, her hips swaying seductively from side to side. She pressed her naked form against him, and wound her arms around his neck. His hands went to her slim waist, and then slid lower to cup her rounded buttocks. With a groan, his mouth came down on hers, and his tongue plundered the sweetness of her mouth. Lia gripped Dukat's hair tightly with one hand, and the other began an exploration of his magnificent body. She traced her fingers over the ridge that ran down the side of his neck, and followed it to his shoulder. She explored his firm chest, felt the strength there. Wanting to feel his skin, she pulled his uniform top loose, and rubbed his torso. His skin was slightly cooler than her own, but still warm. Her fingers found his nipples, and she teased them lightly with her fingertips. She finished her exploration, and ran her hand around to his back, and then down to his tightly muscled ass. She gripped it with both hands and pulled him tightly against her. Lia almost gasped with surprise. It couldn't possibly be that big! She slid her hand around to the front of him and felt the size of his pulsating manhood. It almost felt like a live thing, fighting to be free from its restraint. Dukat choked back a groan of intense pleasure. His lips left hers, and his teeth bit down hard into her shoulder. Lia gasped in a mixture of pain and desire. Her hand tightened her grip on his swollen cock. "I want you," she moaned. Dukat pulled back and looked at her. A small, sinister smile crossed his face. "What do you want? Say it." "What do you mean?" she gasped, "You have to tell me, specifically, what you want. No. Let me rephrase that. You have to beg me. I can wait all night. You, however, cannot." Outraged, Lia snapped, "Well, we'll see about that! I will not beg you! I can wait just as long as you can, in fact why don't we just end th...." she broke off as Dukat found her most intimate place, and lightly stroked her. "Oh my God," she choked. A small amused sound escaped from Dukat. "Please, just call me Dukat." His voice turned cold as steel. "Now say it!!" Lia thought she would go mad with desire. "Dukat, you bastard, I hate you!" His fingers slid inside her. "Last chance, or I'll leave you here like this." She gasped, then was silent, but for the sound of her ragged breathing. Her eyes pleaded with him. He withdrew his fingers, and gave her pleasure bud one final, teasing stroke. Licking his fingers, he said, "It's been a real...pleasure" He stepped away from her. No! "Dukat!!" she choked. He turned around. "Yes?" You'll pay for this, she thought. "Please....fuck me." A victorious smile crossed his face. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you." Her eyes shot daggers at him. "Damn you!" she hissed. Then, almost sobbing in frustration, she said, "I want your cock inside of me. Now, before I lose my mind! Please!" she regained a little of her composure. "Fuck me, Dukat." With a strangled moan, Dukat pinned her up against the wall. Freeing his raging cock with one hand, he lifted her up with his other arm, and then impaled her on his stiff manhood. Lia threw her head back. She wanted to cry out with the agony and the pleasure of it. As he brutally thrust into her again and again, she didn't notice or care that her back was being scraped raw by the balcony wall, or that her thighs were being bruised by his hips. She knew nothing at all except that this was the most intense experience of her life, and that she was on the verge of a screaming orgasm. She could feel herself cumming, and couldn't stop the moans of pleasure that were escaping. As they reached a crescendo, Dukat brought his mouth down on hers roughly, and her cries were silenced. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Every time she thought she'd reached the top, his driving cock sent her to new heights of pleasure. Then it came, crashing into her like a tidal wave. At that moment, she thought she knew all the secrets of the universe. She was dying and being reborn. She thought she screamed, but she didn't know if it was only in her mind. Dukat reached his peak seconds after she reached hers, and she felt him speaking words into her mouth, tortured, strangled, meaningless words, and then he cried out one final time. Slowly, reality crept back into their world. She felt the pain of her back, and the cramping in her hips. As he slid her off his still stiff prick, she gasped with the pain of it. "Well," Dukat gasped, "I'm impressed. Many human women are too fragile for a Cardassian fucking." He put his finger in his mouth, and it came out bloodied. "You almost bit my tongue off!" She picked up her dress, and began to put herself back together. She looked sharply at him. "I am not many human women." Then she balled her fist and punched him squarely in the jaw. She turned and walked away. Rubbing his jaw, and smiling, he said to himself, "No, you're not, Lia." He chuckled. "I think we'll meet again. And soon."