Homecoming

Set directly after "By Inferno's Light." This story is intended for mature (18 and over) audiences only.

Star Trek and all its characters are property of Paramount. However, "Homecoming" is property of me!

Jadzia couldn't believe that Worf was back. She'd been so afraid that he would die, and now, to see him here, lying on the biobed made her heart flutter. He looked so good lying there, she wanted to rip his uniform from him and show him just how much she missed him, right there in the infirmary. Julian came into the room where the two of them were. A few years ago, the sight of seeing Jadzia in another man's arms would have made him wild with jealousy. Bashir inwardly laughed, he was glad that was over.

"Well, you had four broken ribs, a minor concussion, a fractured arms and numerous other bruises," Julian spoke to Worf, "You can go home, but, I want you to take it easy. No strenuous activity for a few days."

The two of them stood and left the infirmary. While he was away in the Jem' Hadar prison, Jadzia dreamed of what his return would be like. Those dreams are what kept her going, they kept her from falling apart. Well, now was her chance to him glad that he'd come back to her. Worf couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her new uniform fit extremely well, hugging her well- toned body in all the right places. Her breasts sat up like those of a young girl.

"I missed you too," she whispered. Jadzia took in the sight of him again. She could clearly picture his firm, chiseled, naked body and that made her breath quicken. Her feminine passage moistened just thinking about it. Defensively, she turned away from him and went over to the replicator, "Are you hungry?"

Worf stood behind Jadzia, pressing his body close to hers. His hands caressed her neck and he freed her long dark hair. She could feel his erection press against her rear end, "I don't want food," his deep voice rumbled against her cheek, "I want you."

Just knowing how much he wanted her made her even hotter. Her body quivered and she turned to face him, "Julian said that you need to rest, no strenuous activity," Jadzia left her lips gently brush him as she spoke, a way of teasing him.

Jadzia slowly unzipped his uniform and stroked his strong bare chest. Worf couldn't resist her any longer, he pressed his lips against hers and they kissed deeply. Their tongues hungrily lapped against one another. As they kissed, a pile of clothes began to grow around their feet.

When they were both completely naked, Worf lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. Once there, Jadzia sat on the bed and he stood before him. His erection was at its height. She wrapped her hand around it, it was so large she could barely encircle all of it. She prepared herself before slowly swallowing his entire length. Worf felt a surge go through his body, and he planted his hands in her hair. She moved slowly along his shaft, gently grazing him with her teeth. She wrapped her arms around his powerful thighs and moved faster. Worf left out deep grumbling moans. Finally, the movement of her soft lips, rough teeth and the innocent harassment of her tongue against him was more than he could bear and he released inside her throat. She moaned as she took all of his white hot liquid, not wasting a drop.

Jadzia slowly lay back on the bed, allowing his to take in the sight of the full length of her body. Worf crawled into bed with her and placed his lips in her neck. His lips lethargically moved along her mottled spots, all the way to her firm, yet supple breasts. Jadzia's dark pink nipples sat in the center of her full mounds, and they were hard as rocks. Worf lips immediately enveloped them, and Jadzia moaned with pleasure. She gently whispered his name, and her fingers ran through his thick brown hair. His mouth moved from one to the other while his hand gently traversed her torso down to the area between her thighs. He gently slid his middle finger inside of her sopping entrance. Jadzia's hips slowly rotated and Worf released his lips from her breasts and placed them where his fingers had been. Her long legs moved wildly as he tongue kissed her lower mouth. The musky scent of her drove him wild and his tongue moved faster. Finally, she could stand it no more and! she released, crying out in pleasure.

Worf came back up and wrapped her temporarily exhausted body in his arms. A few moments passed and they were both tried to regain their composure so that they could continue, "All those nights, in the prison camp," he said as his fingers moved along her body, their bare legs were intertwined, "All I thought about was you, being next to you… and making love to you."

"I need you so much," Jadzia replied, "I need to feel you," she reached down and her hand wrapped around his penis. She roughly stroked it, it was so large and hard, Jadzia desperately wanted it inside of her. She rolled over and climbed on top of him, slowly letting him penetrate her. Jadzia let out a rapturous sigh as she lay on top of Worf for a moment, adjusting herself to his size. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly raised and lowered them.

He started out slowly, gently, but Jadzia knew that wouldn't last, nor did she want it to. She'd grown to love the way he made love to her, powerfully and forcefully. Worf turned her over and she laid with her back against his torso, sitting semi- upright. He entered her again from behind, and she spread her legs as wide as she could. Jadzia lifted her arms behind her own head and wrapped them around his. He began to ram her faster and harder, lifting her up with each powerful thrust. Her quiet moans turned into loud cries of pleasure. Worf used one hand to gently squeeze her nipples and the other to probe her slippery bush. She reached down with her left hand and tempestuously caressed his heavy sack.

Jadzia was so tight, which made it even better for Worf. Over the past few months he'd learned to control his animalistic Klingon aggression. He'd learned how to make love to her, how to make her feel good without hurting her or sacrificing his own pleasure. Jadzia felt all the energy inside of her build up, every nerve stood on end. Her hip movements counteracted his, jerkily dipping and swaying. She tried to force him in even deeper, taking in all he had to offer. Worf sensed what was happening and kicked it into high gear. He let his tongue gently fondle her ear, and he made his strokes longer and deeper. Jadzia's passage spasmed wildly and she called out his name, over and over again, her climax lasted longer than it ever had before.

"No," Jadzia rolled over, her chest now pressed against his, "We're not done yet. Not until I take care of you."

Again, she let him enter her. This time, she was in charge. She gave it to him, just the way she knew he liked it. She rode him fast and hard carefully choreographing her movements to make sure that he never slipped out of her. Jadzia could feel him throb against the walls of her entrance, and she knew he was almost there. She moved even faster, tensing her muscles along his shaft with every stroke, and gently biting his neck. Delicate beads of sweat were sprinkled about both of them, and her hair cascaded over her face, gently grazing his chest whenever she came down on him. When he reached the peak, Worf pulled her down onto him and let out a roar of sheer ecstasy. He exploded inside of her once again, letting out his built up desire in a burst of sensual euphoria.

When it was all over Jadzia fell breathlessly onto him, and rested her head on his shoulder. Her naked body laid draped across his. After a few moments of intimate silence, she lifted her head slightly and whispered to him, letting her lips and tongue seductively graze his cheek, "Welcome home."

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