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The hot water poured down from the showerhead, plastering her dark red hair to her head and back as she tipped her face up greedily, welcoming the soothing heat. Large, blunt fingers trailed across her skin, exploring, satisfying a still slightly hesitant curiousity, as though Damar couldn't quite believe his superior had bestowed this gift upon him. Smirking, Nerys grabbed his hands and moved them surely to her breasts. A soft grunt, little more than an exhalation, escaped his lips, barely audible over the noise of the water. She coaxed him on, tipping her head back against his shoulder as he grew bolder and squeezed. His palms were rougher than Dukat's, the friction against her nipples sent tingling shockwaves straight to her clit.
"Mmm..." she sighed, "That feels nice."
"I hope you two aren't starting without me in there."
A slow smile grew across her face as the glass door slid to the side and Dukat stepped in, turning the air thick and heavy with his assumed authority over the situation. Firmly sandwiched between the two men, Nerys felt the hot, welcome surge of anticipation as Dukat pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. She whimpered a little, a soft involuntary voicing of the longing consuming her.
"Aren't you lucky," he murmured, his hand already working between her quivering thighs, stroking through the molten heat he found there. "Two men to take care of you..."
"You always take good care of me, Daddy," she purred, parting her legs to urge him on.
"Feel how ready she is for us already, Damar," Dukat instructed, a rich blue-black spreading along his engorged ridges. Nerys moaned softly as Damar eagerly obeyed his master's order and abandoned her right breast to press two fingers inside her; Dukat's thumb circled lazily on her clit until she was panting. Her head pushed back against Damar and he growled, thrusting his erection against the soft curve of her ass in time with the hard, blunt thrusts of his fingers. He was greedier, less precise, than Dukat but his ferocious drive made her tremble. The rub of the pattern of ridges on his thick cock made her mouth water.
"I want him inside me," she demanded, her chest rising and falling as she fixed her hungry gaze on Dukat.
"Patience, Nerys," he chided, his thumb moving slowly but firmly around her swollen nub. "You can have him when I say so."
She made a noise of protest that was cut off by a strong thrust of Damar's fingers in just the right place, making her breath catch in her throat.
Dukat groaned and slid a hand down the back of Nerys's left thigh, giving it a squeeze before he caught the back of her knee and lifted her leg up to better watch Damar's frantic thrusts. He watched her through slitted eyes, feeling his cock grow even harder at the sight of her in such a state of carefree passion. That was one of the things that attracted him so much to Nerys, the way she held no embarrassment over slaking her lusts. She took what she wanted without apology, always chasing and catching the high she desired. Eyes closed, lips parted, her hands scrambled for purchase on his chest, stimulating his pectoral scales as he quickened his caresses.
"Good girl," he praised in a soft murmur, "Good girl... let Damar feel you squeeze him tight."
Her nails scraped over his chest as her cries grew louder, leaving light stinging trails in their path. He braced her thigh more firmly as she began to shake, readjusting his strong grip on her slippery skin.
"I'm coming!" she cried out finally and Dukat smiled with proud satisfaction as she moaned incoherently, her whole body shaking as she was pressed between him and Damar. Barely a moment later, Damar let out an answering groan, swearing breathlessly as he half-collapsed back against the tiled wall. Nerys felt his cock spasm against her ass, and giggled light-headedly as she felt ropes of his cum land on her lower back, his breath hot and heavy against her ear.
"Damar," Dukat tutted playfully, easing Nerys's leg back down. "Really, I expected you to have more stamina than that. The night has barely begun."
He caught Nerys's chin in his hand and kissed her, claiming her mouth with a possessiveness that filled his chest. When he pulled away, the glazed look of satisfaction had been replaced by a gleam he knew well. With a dark chuckle, he pulled back. "Wash off and meet me in the bedroom. We can entertain ourselves while Damar... recuperates."