#Neral x Reader

[deepspacedukat]

Fixture

Tbh this is one of the days of the SOC fic challenge that I’ve been looking forward to the most. I have no excuse for this level of filth, and y’know what? That’s okay. I did mention some Senators in particular, simply because I had ideas for how they’d react to such a situation. Anyway. Enjoy!

DARK THEMES ARE IMPLIED. PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING.

Day 3: Free Use

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Entire Romulan Senate (DS9 Era) x Reader, Praetor Neral (TNG/DS9) x Reader, Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader, Vreenak (ST:DS9) x Reader, Pardek (ST:TNG) x Reader, Sabrun (Nemesis) x Reader, implied Kimara Cretak (DS9) x Reader x Pardek

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: ***DUBIOUS CONSENT/NON-CON IS IMPLIED. DO NOT CONTINUE IF THAT TRIGGERS YOU*** Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, captive/captors, free use, degrading language, unprotected sex, fingering, woman on top, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism, voyeruism, sexual slavery, cock warming, implied threesome.

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In all his years, Pardek had never been so interested in a Senate toy. There had been a few back when he was first appointed, but for several decades, the position had been vacant. Having a Human was a rarity - one that had not been seen since the Earth-Romulan War two centuries prior.

Pardek wasn’t the only one who was intrigued by this woman. Several Senators - particularly the unmarried ones - along with the Praetor made regular use of her. Typically, their sessions began with her lips wrapped around Praetor Neral’s lok. At first, that choice was obviously intended to degrade her. After all, she had been caught spying for the Federation in Romulan territory. Neral had ordered his guards to drag her in front of the Senate to face her crimes.

“The Federation has grown bold in the past few years, now they even send spies into our space, but no more. We will make an example out of this woman,” Neral said as she knelt in chains between his guards in the center of the Romulan Senate floor. She looked resolute rather than frightened, but that changed a moment later. “However, let it not be said that the Romulan Empire is without mercy.”

Confused murmurs and whispers arose from the Senators who had been eagerly awaiting her execution.

“I suggest that we invoke a substitute punishment in place of the usual death sentence. It has been too many years since this distinguished body has had an outlet. I move, Senators, that we make use of this pretty little Human as was done in the previous century,” the Praetor said as he stood and took a few slow steps toward the woman who now looked utterly terrified. “As we carry the burden of ruling the Empire, she will serve as relief for our stress. Using herself in any way we require to perform at our peaks, she will serve the Empire and be an example of where Humans and other members of the Federation belong: at our feet.”

The vote had been overwhelmingly in favor after Neral’s speech. After that day, there hadn’t been a single Senate session where she’d gone untouched. Men like Neral and Vreenak preferred her mouth for the degrading position that it put her in. The latter never even learned her name, he simply called out a gruff, commanding ‘come here, girl’ when he wanted her.

Vreenak was also part of the reason that she’d learned a few words of the Rihan language. He insisted that she thank him in his own language every time he came down her throat. The Senator claimed it was only polite that she do so.

“After all,” he’d explained to her when she’d dared to look confused at his request, “we could’ve tossed you into the Reman mines and allowed those animals to use you. Instead you are allowed to give pleasure to government officials. That honor is not one that a spy is usually afforded.”

Vreenak had gripped her hair particularly roughly, afterwards, making her yelp in pain.

“Now, what do we say?” His deadly quiet tone combined with his authority in the Senate Chamber made her shake.

“Khlinae arhem, Deihu.” She’d stumbled over the words the first few times, but after several repeat performances she sounded as though she’d been born speaking Rihannsu.

Letant had a routine with her, as well, but he made his enjoyment much more obvious. Since he and Vreenak were close friends, the former would often call her over directly after the latter had finished with her. Whispering sultry little words about how cool and impersonal his colleague could be, Letant sought to give her some sort of gentleness as he took his pleasure.

“Your pronunciation is improving, but I’ve heard enough talk. Come here and give me some of those lovely moans.” Brushing her hair out of her face, he’d tilt her chin up and coax her into standing before him. One of his favorite ways to play was teasing her about how wet she’d become. “You were looking forward to this, weren’t you? Don’t worry. I was, too. These sumptuous thighs keep me awake at night...”

As he allowed his hand to wander between her legs, giving her the first real taste of pleasure she’d had all day, he’d pull her off-balance just far enough that she was forced to brace herself on his chest or shoulders. That was a devious, ingenious plan, really. In doing so, he ensured that she was at the perfect angle for him to lean in and latch onto one of her nipples. Some days he’d make her come once before he pulled her onto his lap to fuck her, but more often than not, he felt generous enough to make it twice.

Pardek had asked him about that act of charity one day after the Senate was adjourned, and as they walked together, the younger man had surprised him with his answer.

“She’s no doubt realized by now that she won’t see her home or even her star system again. She’s likely still frightened of us all, and, although some fear can be used to reinforce discipline, I don’t want her to have a coronary on the Senate floor,” Letant had murmured. “Besides, I’ve had a few Terran women in the past. They can be quite enjoyable when properly stimulated. You should try her out, Pardek. She’s wonderfully warm and accommodating.”

There was little the elder Romulan could do but attempt to conceal his blush and hurry off under the guise of being late for a meeting. As he retreated to his own office, Pardek had mulled Letant’s statement over, thoroughly intrigued with the young strategist’s approach to this pretty little Human spy. He had to admit that sex was much more appealing when your partner was willing and unafraid.

The woman’s eyes had flitted his way more than once while she was tending to Praetor Neral’s pleasure at the beginning of each session. He suspected it was due to his seat’s proximity to the man, but that didn’t explain the emotion behind the look that she gave him. Was she afraid of him? But then, she wasn’t afraid of Neral. She hated him, certainly, but he knew what her fear looked like. He saw it every time Vreenak summoned her.

As Pardek watched today’s session unfold from his prestigious seat near the Praetor, Senator Sabrun caught the girl’s gaze after she assisted Letant and summoned her over, offering her a soft smile and one of his hands. Sabrun had only been with her once before, and when a deep green blush colored his cheeks, Pardek surmised that he’d been trying to resist the urge to take her again so soon after their first session.

Several sets of eyes followed her progress as she walked over to him, Pardek’s included. He had to admit that the swish of her nude hips was enticing. What was it about Human women that turned the heads of so many Romulans? Was it their softness? Their scent? Perhaps their eagerness to please their partners?

Coaxing her onto his lap, Sabrun grasped the back of her neck and looked directly into her eyes as she took his lok into her slick, wet slit. The intensity of the moment and each other’s expressions pulled quiet moans from both of them.

Pushing his fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet during deliberations on a legal matter, Sabrun watched her with lust clouding his eyes. She certainly didn’t seem to be afraid of him. Maybe Letant was right and his previous ministrations relaxed her enough that fear no longer possessed her...

He had no idea how long he’d been lost in thought, but when a moan muffled by the fingers in her mouth escaped her, he was brought back to the present just in time to see her riding Sabrun as if both their lives depended on it. Their eyes were locked, and her forehead was nearly touching his. The two clearly had chemistry. Perhaps in a different universe, the two could have been lovers.

She came so hard that Sabrun was pulled along with her almost instantly, and in a flash, Pardek had made up his mind. Once she had recovered her breath and gotten to her feet once more, he met the Human’s gaze and beckoned her over with a wave of his fingers. She looked surprised at his attention, and, honestly, he couldn’t blame her. He’d never availed himself of her services before. With wide eyes, she walked over to him.

The rest of the Senate went quiet when they noted her trajectory. Pardek’s actions and statements were always noted in the Senate given that he’d been a member for over ninety years. When he spoke, it wasn’t rashly or without careful thought, so people tended to listen.

This evening, as he patted his thigh and murmured for her to have a seat, all eyes were on him. Pardek paid them no attention, choosing instead to savor the feeling of her arm slipping over his shoulder to steady herself. His own hands began to roam somewhat slowly, caressing her nude thighs and spreading them for his inspection. Some of the mess that Sabrun had left inside her leaked out of her used and abused slit.

“We shouldn’t let this go to waste, should we?” He asked as he slid his fingers through her folds.

“No, Deihu.” Her voice shook as she spoke. Again, Pardek couldn’t blame her. She knew little of him besides his serious, quiet countenance. His attitude when combined with his stature - he wasn’t a small man by any means - doubtlessly served to intimidate her.

As he pushed some of his colleague’s seed back inside her and curled his fingers experimentally in her depths, she bit her lower lip. The pleasure that gradually filled her eyes made Pardek smirk with pride. He’d had more than his share of sexual experiences over the years, and he was eager to see how well his knowledge applied to Human women.

She let out a little whimper as he pulled his fingers from her depths and moved to free his length from his robes. She even reached for it, but he caught her wrist. There was a pause, then. As her eyes met his, he noted that there was no longer any fear. Brimming with curiosity, she tilted her head in askance, waiting for instruction. Silently, he maneuvered her in his lap as easily as he would a toy. Pardek let out a deep groan as she sank down on his lok, one which was echoed by a gasp from her at his size.

Oh, now he understood the appeal!

Looking out at the rest of the Senators as Pardek pulled her back against his chest, she let her head drop backwards onto his shoulder. He had to admit that the sensation of her stretching to accommodate him as her body melted against him was addictive and like nothing he’d ever felt before.

“Good girl,” he breathed against her ear. He held her hips in place with one hand and brought the other between her legs to rub at the little bundle of nerves that the others had taken such joy in discovering. Since the session was almost over for the day, Pardek would use her to warm his lok until they adjourned.

Afterwards, well...there were many possible activities that a man of his experience could dream up for a pretty little toy like her. Given the attention they had already drawn, he suspected they’d have an audience for their activities, as well. Even Kimara was watching them with rapt interest. Hm...perhaps he should invite her to join in...?

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A note for those who are wondering who Senator Sabrun is:

Sabrun was in Star Trek: Nemesis. Since Senator Sabrun wasn't officially named in the dialogue of the film in which he appeared, I'm talking about the Romulan played by John Berg. His Memory Alpha page is here. His character wasn't given a name in the initial script, and he originally had a speech in the film that was later deleted. Sabrun got his name from the Star Trek Customizable Card Game.

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Romulan words:

Khlinae arhem = thank you (inferior to superior)

Deihu = Senator

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Snowed In

Lando Calrissian x female reader (16+?)

Word count: 1.7k

Note: This is smutty but not explicit. I wouldn't give it a hard R-rating, maybe more PG-16 or something. Idk. Anyway, it takes place during the events of the book Lando's Luck by Justina Ireland, sometime before Solo: A Star Wars Story. And, yes, Lando really does care this much about his capes.

You were awoken with a chill. You opened your eyes, remembering with some dismay where you were: the frozen, mostly barren planet of Hynestia. You were there for the sole reason of smuggling out some of the coveted gherlian furs that grew there; there was no other place in the galaxy to get it. Otherwise, you would've gone there instead. Lando had already picked up the crates of furs from the dealer the day before, yet there you still were because you didn't have enough fuel to get you to your next destination. That, and Lando never left anywhere without playing a game of Sabacc first. You doubted he would even find anyone to play--or rather, cheat--against in the desolate place though, with its one only little shabby cantina you'd seen since you had been there. You shivered. It was freezing in the Falcon--the cold must have crept in from outside--and he'd taken most of the blanket. Groaning, you rolled over on the bed and scooted right up against him. The warmth of his body provided some relief, but it wasn't enough. You tried to reclaim some of it back but failed to pry it from him.

"Stop hogging the blanket," you mumbled groggily to him.

He stirred and made a grumbling noise as he threw some of it back your way. Neither one of you were morning people. After about a minute, he sighed and rolled over onto his back, probably annoyed that he'd been woken from his sleep. But you didn't care because he'd inadvertently woken you first. Tucking the blanket back around yourself again, you curled up into a ball.

"I hate the cold," you complained to no one in particular.

Turning the rest of the way to face you, he said, voice drowsy, "Don't worry, we'll be out of here soon enough." He paused. "I thought I'd just do a few rounds of Sabacc first, and then we're gone."

You gave him a look. Lando and his gambling...

"What? We're gonna need some way to pay for fuel."

"Fine. But don't be too long. We shouldn't stay here longer than we need to. We have a schedule to keep."

"I know. Trust me, I have it all planned out perfectly. We should be off this frozen rock today after I get us some credits, then we'll go straight to Neral to pay off Ne'eda, and we'll meet the buyer on Canto Bight with more than enough time to spare."

Well, at least it really did sound like he had it all planned out. Enveloping you into arms, he closed his eyes again and stayed like that in the comfort of the bed with you just a little while longer. One thing you did like about mornings was that they were one of the only times Lando let himself just slow down and enjoy doing absolutely nothing with you.

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Eventually, you managed to drag yourselves out of bed to go do something more productive. He went straight to the closet to go pick out his cape for the day, as per routine. You really wondered sometimes what he would choose if it ever came down to his capes or you. But his cape obsession was just another of his many quirks that you had learned to accept because it was never going to change anyway. After he got ready, kissed you goodbye, and descended the ramp of the ship, you began looking for something to busy yourself with while you waited. If you were anywhere else, you would have gone with him or found something else around the area to entertain you, but you had no intention of being out in that kind of cold. It wasn't like there was anything to do there anyway. As you went off to go find L3 and see what she was up to, you were surprised to hear the sounds of Lando coming back into the ship already. You doubled back to see him raising the ramp up behind him, looking cold and exasperated.

"What's up?" you asked him.

"There's some huge blizzard out there. No one can go anywhere right now."

Now that you paused to listen for it, you realized you could actually hear the gusts of wind through the closed doors of the hangar as the snow blew by outside.

"We're stuck here until it clears," he finished.

And if there was one thing Lando hated, it was being stuck somewhere he didn't want to be. You weren't particularly excited about the situation either; it meant you'd be trapped there even longer than you thought, and you already thought you'd been there long enough. But it could have been worse. You may have been stuck, but at least you were stuck together. You decided to make the best of the situation.

“So," you said, "I guess that means we better find something to keep us busy."

His mood seemed to instantly change as he began getting his own ideas of what the two of you could do to pass the time.

”Oh, yeah?" He walked over to you, loosely wrapping his arms around your waist. "And did you have anything specific in mind?"

"I can think of a few things," you replied, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

But as you leaned in to kiss each other, L3 cut into the moment.

"Well I, for one, don't want to see or hear them!"

Where did she even come from? As Lando closed his eyes in defeat at the interruption, you turned to see L3 standing a little ways behind you. You had no idea how long she'd been there.

Plastering a smile onto his face, Lando said, "What do you mean? We were just talking about playing a couple rounds of Sabacc."

"Right. Sure you were," L3 responded. But she obviously didn't believe a word of that lie.

So, you were now committed to playing a game of Sabacc together. Oh, well. At least it was still something fun to kill the time. Or it would be if Lando didn't cheat. But he always did; that was why L3 opted out of the game. But that also left you and Lando free to play it however you wanted. So, to make things more interesting, you let him talk you into turning it into a game of strip Sabacc. The only catch was that you made him promise not to cheat. Although considering what he was playing for, you knew he probably wouldn't be able to resist. But, again, at least it made it interesting.

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Two hours into it, and you had actually managed to win a few rounds, having just recently gotten him to remove his shirt. You were only down to your undergarments, though. Either the bra or the panties had to go next, and you were backed into a corner, with a terrible hand of cards at the end of another round.

"Pure Sabacc," he said, revealing his perfect array of cards face -up on the table with a huge grin. "Time to strip."

"Come on, I know you cheated that last hand."

"Nope. A promise is a promise. That was all luck, baby."

He might have actually been telling the truth. Lando really did take his promises seriously. But you weren't giving in without a fight. You took a moment to think over your options. Sure, you could just take off your article of clothing and be done with it since it was an inevitable conclusion no matter what. But where was the fun in that? Deciding on your course of action, you quickly stood, snatched up his discarded cape, and started running off with it before he could even register what had happened. If he wanted it--and you--back, then he'd have to catch you first. You heard the scuffle as he scrambled behind you, and you giggled. You stopped running when you made it into the captain’s quarters. You only had to wait just a few short seconds before he got there.

"Looking for this?" You held up the cape tauntingly.

As he reached for it, you backed away from him, keeping it just out of his grasp. You retreated to the bed and put the cape around your shoulders, knowing full well that it would drive him crazy in more ways than one.

"You'll have to come and get it," you prompted tantalizingly from your position on the bed where you were kneeling, half-naked and wearing his cape and waiting for him to react.

He slowed his walk as he approached you, eyes sweeping over your body, fully taking in the sight. He smirked at where this was going.

"I don't know." He laid his hands flat on the bed to either side of you as he leaned over you. "Now I'm thinking it looks better on you."

And that meant something coming from him; he didn't mess around when it came to his capes, so you must have been really working him up by wearing it. You met him the rest of the way in a fiery kiss, full of pent-up energy from being cooped up and excitement for what was yet to come. He ran your hands up your body underneath your cape ready to strip you the rest of the way himself since you had yet to.

You moved back, giving him some room to climb on the bed with you, but as you started to lay down he actually said, "Whoa, wait. Watch the cape."

You rolled your eyes. Was he serious right now? Was that really what he was thinking about? But of course he was; he was always serious about his capes. You could work with that though. You turned the tables on him. Managing to flip your positions, he fell back onto the bed instead as you climbed over him and straddled his hips.

"There. Now I won't wrinkle your pretty cape," you said patronizingly as you ran your hands from his bare abdomen up to his chest.

He gave your hips a squeeze, apparently perfectly content with the reversal of roles. You could already feel him getting hard underneath you.

"You know what, wrinkle it all you want," he said.

You grinned devilishly. For the first time, you felt grateful for the horrible snowstorm that kept you captive in the ship because it had led you to that moment. And there was nowhere you'd rather be than where you were right then.

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