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Rated R for a couple of sentences
The bridge was silent. On the viewscreen, the blue-purple orb of the Kyrian home world hung motionless. Janeway paced. Rather than think about the immediate present, I focused on her lean legs and hips.
"Janeway to sickbay. Is the weapon ready for deployment?"
The Doctor's flat tones answered her. "Yes, Captain."
Next to her, the Nascan ambassador appeared sickly. "Captain, I beg you to reconsider."
She turned to him, and the glitter in her eyes told its own tale. "You wanted to win this war. I'm merely doing this for you."
"But this is genocide-"
Her eyes were cold. "It's what you asked for." She turned to me. "Commander?"
I nodded.
"The bridge is yours."
As sleek as a mountain lion, she left her chair and moved to stand behind it, waving a negligent hand for me to take the seat.
I stared at the viewscreen from the captain's chair. The Kyrian homeworld filled my sight. Down there were men, women, children, living, loving, working, playing. This was not their war--the Nascan ambassador had only asked for a show of strength to force Tedran, the Kyrian leader, to surrender. No one had asked for this. No one, except Janeway.
Although my course of action had been set since she'd left my quarters that night, I wavered. Could I do this? Could I do this simply to win her? Her test. Her trap. Her enticement.
I took a deep breath, and watched my future spiral out of my control. "Chakotay to sickbay. Is the weapon ready for deployment?"
The lifeless tones of the Doctor filled the bridge. "I am reconfiguring the beam to carry a bio-agent into the planet's atmosphere....it is ready now, Commander."
I fought the urge to run, and directed the next order at Tuvok. "Target the first city, and fire."
Tuvok's lips stretched into a dark grin and he stabbed the control. I watched as a malign cloud appeared on the planet's surface. Janeway slid into the chair next to me, and lounged, her drumming fingers the only outward sign of her impatience.
I looked at her, my prize, the dark Valkyrie of my dreams. Deliberately, I focused my thoughts on her, her body, her slight breasts, the cleft of her thighs and what I would do there later, claiming my reward. Those thoughts took me though the next hours as we waited for the reports to come in.
"Three thousand dead," reported Neelix.
And later, much later in my quarters, she rode me, pounding hard on my cock, breaking off only to acknowledge Tuvok's comm call that there were now three hundred thousand dead. I saw the shadowy faces of the dead, parading through my quarters, watching our fucking.
"Is it worth it?" they seemed to ask, their broken faces and flat, dead eyes reproachful. "Is she worth it?"
As I came soundlessly within her, as I emptied myself into her body, feeling our wetness slide over me like tears, I found I couldn't answer them.
(((FIN)))
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