Lost

Out of all the mistakes she had made in her life, they were pretty easy to fix, until now. She had just released a Cardassian fugitive, who was hated by almost all Bajorans. She tried to swallow and then reached up again. If she was going to be his prisoner, she wouldn’t make it easy for him. Instead of batting her hand away again, he grabbed her wrist with his other hand and pressed it to the cave wall, holding it there firmly. She pulled her arm, trying to get her wrist free from him but quickly stopped when the grip on her neck increased and breathing became a little harder.

“Don’t struggle. I have the upper hand here.” He said in a scolding voice and smirked. Dukat tilted his head and let his eyes go over her form. Her clothing was dirty, some dirt was on her face and her long blonde hair, although messed up, was still up. For a moment he made eye contact with her and kept their eyes locked as he reached down and took the phaser from her. He took a few steps back, completely letting go of her but held the phaser to her.

Mixie rubbed her throat and gave him a glare. “What are you going to do, shoot me? The Federation will look for my body and even that my corpse would attract atten-“

“I’m not going to shoot you.” Dukat’s voice was assuring, like the smile on his face. “I will, however, ask you to let your hair down. It’s beautiful and shouldn’t be force up.” He said and tiled his head, watching her. Mixie watched him a moment before awkwardly reaching up and pulling the clip she had in her hair out. She fluffed it up a bit with her free hand, the other holding the blanket around her, it being too cold to go without it. Dukat, meanwhile, took advantage of his free hands to rearrange his own blanket around himself, all the time keeping the phaser on her. Dukat closed the distance between them and reached up, touching his fingertips to the side of her forehead.

“You almost look Bajoran you know.” He murmured to her and moved his hand towards the center of her face, his finger sliding between her brows and over her smooth nose. Dukat’s expression was surprisingly gentle as he examined her face. “Quite….beautiful.” He murmured to her, his hand going across her face and finally resting on her neck, right under her ear and along her jaw. Mixie watched him, at first frightened then a little angry. He was coming onto her, he wanted sex. She didn’t like his forwardness but, then again, he had the phaser and more importantly, knew how to use it. Dukat gently tilted her head to the side and, still holding the phaser firmly, moved her hair from her neck. Bending forward he kissed just under her exposed ear and sucked on her skin gently. Mixie bit her lip as he slid his hand down her shoulder and arm, sliding his fingertips over the sensitive underside of her arm. Mixie tensed and moved to jerk away from him but instantly the hand on her arm clinched around her forearm and the one holding the phaser came in under her chin.

“I don’t want to hurt you. It’s rather cold, in order to stay warm, you and I have to share body heat.” He whispered, as if it were completely necessary for survival. Well, it was cold, Mixie admitted to herself. “You want to share a little more than body heat don’t you?” She whispered in reply and watched him. Dukat only grinned a little and bent his head forward again, but this time to her lips. At first it was a very gentle kiss, him capturing her lips with his own. Dukat reached up and switched hands, freeing up his right hand and slipping it under the blanket, resting it momentarily on her shoulder. Mixie numbly returned his kisses as they intensified, capturing and sucking on his lips with every chance she got. Mixie became conscience of his hand moving: first over the side of her breast, brushing it ever so slightly to awaken her senses, then down her ribcage and waist, using his bigger palm to heat her freshly chilled skin, and finally resting on her hip. Mixie had never been with a Cardassian before and she couldn’t deny that the idea didn’t excite her, but this wasn’t exactly the ideal situation. His left hand moved and juggled the phaser a bit before slipping his hand behind her neck. Using his hand to pull her neck forwards some, her head went back and his lips left hers and returned to her neck. This time he kissed her more boldly than before, sucking harder and occasionally nibbling on her more sensitive fair skin.

Mixie breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, her head moving as his kisses directed her where. With him over her like he was, it forced the blanket she had been wrapped up in apart, which let in the chilly air. Mixie gasped out loudly and shrank a bit to the wall when his cold uniform pressed against her chest. Her blouse was too thin to effectively protect her from the cold material. Dukat stopped and looked up at her before looking down and realizing what had caused the sudden reaction.

“Ahh,” He looked at her again before taking a step back and shedding the hard shell of his uniform and spreading his blanket out over the ground and close enough to the fire that they would be able to enjoy the warmth. Mixie bit her lips slightly before walking to him and the blanket and slowly dropping to her knees.

“It is rather cold.” She murmured and looked up at him before giving a small smile. Dukat smiled, barely hiding a triumphant glimmer in his eyes before crawling onto his knees in front of her.

“Yes, it is.” He agreed quietly and leaned forward, capturing her lips again before wrapping his arm around her and molding her soft body to his. Mixie felt Dukat’s hard body, more particularly the swollen male features pressing into her stomach. Her mind was drawn away from that though and to the kisses being shared between them. With each passing moment he got more intense and began probing her mouth with his tongue, tasting her and letting their tongues dance around each other. He shifted until he had her blanket pulled around himself and slowly laid her down on her back. A moment later he joined her and hovered over her.

“I’m putting this phaser above you. I can reach it. If you try to get it, I will get it first and I will have to punish you.” He told her with a regretful yet warning tone before kissing her again. Mixie felt Dukat’s heavy weight settle over her. The feeling of being dominated by him didn’t exactly thrill her but, at the same time it was an arousing experience. She shifted her legs farther apart so he could sit comfortably between them while at the same time allowing her to embrace the warmth of his body. Now with two free hands, Dukat used one to snake slowly down her body and to her heated sex, impatient to feel the same smoothness the rest of her body possessed. Meanwhile he continued to kiss her as his other hand slipped between her blouse and body, enjoying the shiver his not quite hot hand sent through her body. He slid his hand to her breast and cupped it through her bra. What was it with women and so many layers?! Moving his hand over the front of her chest he was happy to discover that, like many Cardassian women he knew, she preferred bras that clipped in the front. With the skill of an experienced man he unclipped the bra and pushed the padded cups from her soft breasts.

“Lift your arms.” Any thoughts of stopping what he was doing had long since left Mixie as she obeyed his order. She saw him glance above her head, to where she knew the phaser was. Mixie shivered when she felt Dukat pull her blouse and bra from her, discarding them somewhere opposite of the fire and immediately crossed her arms over herself, goose bumps spreading all over her skin as she shivered. Her legs, out of instinct, tightened around his form slightly, but Dukat would have none of it. He reached down and moved one of her legs from around him before hurriedly working to get her pants undone. Mixie watched him through her half shut eyes. The outer shell that he had shed was the bulk of his uniform. His undershirt was made out of a mesh like material and reflected the flames just a few feet from them. It was clearly designed for a Cardassian too. The neck, unlike how a human design would have looked, was more off the shoulders so that it didn’t lay on his thick neck ridges.

As Dukat worked at the knot in her pants, it did occur to her that she should help but, her study of his physique seemed more important. Slightly discolored scales wrapped around the thick cords that extended from just under his ear and to his shoulders. Mixie could see a nasty bruise on his right one, a result of the crash. She looked down to his hands as they pulled her pants to her knees. Slowly he ran his hands back up the tops of her thighs and looked up at her. After he removed her top and bra, Mixie had used her bruised arms to cover her exposed breasts. It wasn’t just out of modesty, but it was cold! Dukat let his eyes take in the form in front of him by using his fingers to guide his eyes. He ran his fingers over her shoulder and then over the bruise on her arm then, in a slow, patient way he leaned forward and kissed it. It was these same soft kisses that he explored her chest and what was exposed of the tops of her breasts. The entire time Mixie watched, somewhat fascinated. Many of the men she had been with hadn’t exhibited such patience and regard for her, a willing partner. So, when he ran his hands over her arms and ever so slowly pulled them from her breasts and to her sides, the only thing Mixie did was lay her head back and shut her eyes.

She had little doubt that he was using her. Men used her, but never loved her. After he slept with her, took her there by the fire, he would use it to try and convince her that he wasn’t a monster. He would ask her how a man so gentle could do such things then when the Federation arrived she would be a character witness for him and testify on his behalf. Mixie knew men. For now though, she was enjoying the feel of his hot mouth kissing and sucking her skin between his lips as they worked their way to her already blossomed nipple. Finally, Dukat took the object of his affections in his mouth and flicked his tongue over the top of her nipple. Being gentle with her he rolled it between his teeth. Mixie breathed in sharply and felt her body rise to him just slightly. The cold only seemed to enhance the experience. While it bit at her skin, forcing her muscles to tense in a futile effort to keep warm, it made Dukat’s mouth seem ten times more fiery against her cold flesh, thus heightening the encounter. She didn’t even notice him slip her underwear off, shift above her again, and settled between her legs. So, when she felt a finger divide her heated and moist lips and bury it’s self between them she gasped and, out of instinct, rocked her hips a little more to the foreign yet welcomed object currently claiming her. Dukat grinned against her before moving his head up to her own. He leveled his eyes with hers before probing his finger deep inside of her tight entrance. Her eyes shut involuntarily as a soft, long moan escaped between her lips.

Dukat bent his head and plundered her mouth, his tongue again slipping in and exploring her mouth. Using that as a distraction he undid his pants and removed himself before positioning himself over her again. He pulled the blanket around them more, to capture in the heat they made. Mixie felt his large manhood push against her opening and kissed him a little more excitedly than before. It had been a while and the thought excited her. Dukat pushed into her in one strong thrust, but it wasn’t just that which made her gasp out into his mouth. Ridges, they even had ridges there. Mixie could feel the ribs along his penis as he buried himself inside her. She had been with a variety of species and although each was unique in one way or another, but most didn’t vary in the fact that they were smooth. Cardassians, apparently, were exceptions. She felt him pull his length almost entirely out of her before again charging powerfully into her again. The feeling of his hard manhood, and the added rows of hard ridges along it, sent orgasmic tremors up through her body and made her arch her body to him. She moaned out and moved her legs, locking them around his waist and snaking her hands up through his hair as he started to pump within her wildly. The feeling he had provoked in her caused a renewed passion in her, making her kisses to become more passionate and aggressive. With each of his powerful thrusts she made a moaning, whimpering sound in his mouth that soon turned into a low aroused growl. Mixie urged him to go harder with her legs, her hands going from his scalp and down to his shoulders. It was then that she left very shallow scratches across his skin due to her nails and the excitement it was causing her. Her whole small frame shook from it, her legs quivering about him and her milky white thighs clinging to him still. She whimpered and moaned into his mouth, feeling her first climax reaching unbearable levels in her. Her body twisted up to him, her eyes closing and pressing her head against the ground. Mixie broke the kiss and cried out, the sudden explosion of pleasure in her too much for her to contain.

Mixie’s shouts and the little stings from her nails just drove Dukat further. Feeling release approaching, he shifted his weight to his knees and over her body before moving his hands down her back. He wrapped his hands easily around her buttocks and shifted her hips, using the new position to thrust as deep as possible into her. It was just a few moments later, between her whimpering and his quiet grunts that he finally spilled over inside of her. The heated rush of his fluids inside of her caused another small tremor of pleasure throughout her small body, only followed by the feeling of his juices overflowing from her and washing over her whole sex. Dukat slowly lowered her hips back down to the cave floor and, remaining nestled inside her, wrapped his arms about her body and hugged her to him. Mixie wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other around his side, very aware of the cold now that they had finished such a passionate encounter. She could feel his breathing, a bit labored like hers, and when he exhaled, she inhaled. Dukat removed himself from her and his arms from around her; he pulled the blanket more snug around their bodies and gazed down at her. The gaze, Mixie noted, had a strange almost loving expression.

“Oh Meru, your so beautiful. You make the most wonderful noises for me.” Dukat kissed Mixie lovingly a moment before shifting and held her as he laid on his side. Mixie, moved to press her back against him and absorb the heat his body put off. She felt him wrap an arm around her and hold her as he got comfortable to sleep. Mixie glanced down at the arm wrapped around her upper body, his hand resting just below her chin, and bit her lip. Well, if Meru kept her alive and healthy, then Meru she was. Biting her lip she stared into the fire a moment longer before sighing and resigning to try and get a little sleep.