A/N: Goes just after chapter 1 of the main story. Dukat indulges in a porny fantasy involving him, Nyran and Damar, but falls asleep and in his dream is forced to watch as the steamy scene between his woman and closest friend devolves into lovemaking, aka Damar "stealing his woman". Sexy fun mixed with some psych analysis of Dukat.
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It was late in the evening after a long day of work and Skrain Dukat lay in his bed, trying to fall asleep. His effort was futile, as his mind was still heavily occupied with his new Bajoran secretary, Nyran. Well, she wasn't so new anymore. They'd been dancing around each other for a month or so. He was getting closer, but still not close enough.
The skirt of that chaste little dress of hers kept twirling before his mind-eyes. He could almost see what was underneath, though it was still just his imagination. Gods knew he'd undressed her with his gaze many, many times over, but it was nothing like having the real thing on the sheets in front of him, while his hands were doing the work. And he was getting tired of daydreaming...
Despite that conclusion, his drowsy brain kept going on. He let it. He knew no other woman would satisfy him, not now, when his eye was set on a particular prize. It was her, or nothing. Her, or cold and lonely nights of helping himself.
That thought sent a jolt through his half-asleep manhood, stirring it awake and alert. It missed the attention. Oh, well. Since he couldn't sleep anyway, why not chase the haunting pictures away by releasing some built-up pressure?
His right hand slipped under the covers and he closed his eyes, letting the sweet fantasy pull him in.
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He was back in his office, but for some reason instead of his usual furniture, there was his oversized bed in the center of the floor. He smirked to himself. That was one way to redecorate a workplace.
The door opened and Nyran entered. Reserved yellow and white dress, blonde mane tied in a neat braid falling to her back, a PADD in her hand and that sweet innocent look on her pretty face.
Skrain smiled at her and she blushed in a most delicious shade of peach pink before she returned the smile. Not a trace of that ridiculous thick layer of base make-up she'd started to cover her face with to hide her desire for him from her coworkers.
He considered going slowly, as he would in reality—but by the Abyss, this was his fantasy, he could do whatever he wanted and she would love every last bit.
So he outstretched his arm to her invitingly. When she took his offered hand, he pulled her into his embrace. The rosy flush intensified and her amber eyes caught on fire. She was looking at him exactly as he wanted her to: with admiration, adoration... and insatiable hunger.
"Nyran," he breathed and pulled her closer, pressing his lips to her neck. He heard her gasp softly and smiled again. "Would you join me in my bed, darling?"
"I'd like nothing more, sir," she mewled and melted into his touch.
"That's what I like to hear," he chuckled and attacked her mouth.
He always imagined she would taste like fresh spring water with a touch of sweet fruit from the peachy lip balm she used. It wasn't difficult to guess the effect the kiss would have on him—she tortured him with her scents every day, actually touching her could be nothing short of explosive.
He let go of all his restraint and threw her onto the bed, making her squeak when she hit the soft surface. As he was about to join her, though, the door opened again. Skrain whirled around, bewildered, and met the disapproving gaze of his adjutant.
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