Disclaimers: Star Trek created by Gene Roddenberry

Summary: Lore is the king of the Universe and can have any woman he wants, but he's being very picky.

Warning: Rated R

He was the king of the Universe. All bowed down to him. Those who didn't suffered. He enjoyed dominating people. It gave him a sense of importance and power. It didn't matter who the people were, as long as he ruled them. He took what he wanted without consent, for granted. He was powerful, ruthless, merciless. He had the ultimate starship, with enough weapons to wage an intergalactic war and win.

The very mention of his name sent terror rippling though more star systems than he could care to count.

His name was Lore.

But now he wanted something else. He wanted a woman; and he knew he could get one easily. Just order any number of them to obey him, and they would, out of sheer terror, but he didn't want that. He wanted a special woman, but whoever she was, and however special she was, she could not overpower him in any way. He would dominate her, as he dominated everything - everyone.

It was tradition for the Master to take a mate when the three stars of Avalon aligned. It was that time now. Of course, the Master did not have to take a mate. No one could force the Master to do anything. The Master, wether they be male of female could have anything - or anyone. A new Master took the place of the old one, only upon latter's death.

Lore sat in his throne in the stadium. There were eighteen females to choose from. Each would parade around in evening gowns in front of him, then separately perform a dance sequence to the traditional music. There was a certain bar of this music -- when a woman performed the complex step, no male could resist her.

The first woman performed the dance. When she came to the certain bar, she performed the erotic step that was supposed to send male hormones wild.

Lore shrugged. What's so special about that? I'm not exactly rising to the occasion.

Other women performed the dance. Same music, same steps. Lore sat, resting his cheek on his fist. Bored. The women tried desperately to impress him, by adding new steps, jazzing up the old ones, it was interesting for a while, but the Master soon grew bored again.

"Have you got it, Vera?"

"Yes. When it is my turn to dance, I will impress Master Lore with the best of my ability."

Although Lore was sitting high above them, with his keen android hearing, he heard every word they were saying. Lore looked at them again, and saw their wings. They were Suporians, the only known humanoids capable of unaided flight. Lore frowned. As far as he knew, their race was wiped out by the Crystalline Entity.

"When the song is over," the male one said, "then do it."

Vera nodded.

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"I am against killing, Blon," she said, "but if Lore had not diverted the Crystalline Entity to attack the Enterprise, our race would have survived. That is why we joined the Assassins Guild, to kill him without legal implications. We are the only two surviving Suporians. I owe it to our people."

"We've got to make this shot count. Good Luck, Vera."

He gave her a supportive kiss.

Lore felt like vomiting down on them, but refrained. So they planned to kill him, eh .... The Master smiled.

Vera began her dance, to different music, flying in tune to it. Lore noticed she was trying to distract him, with subtle movements. The song was coming to an end. Lore saw Vera reaching into the side of her clothing, pulling out a gun. Before she could take a shot, he whipped out his phaser and instantly vaporised her.

"VERA!!!" Blon screamed. He glared up at Lore. "YOU BASTARD!! I LOVED HER!!!" Blon aimed a weapon at Lore, but before he could fire, Lore vaporised him as well. He glared at the astonished crowd. The crowd stared at the Master in sheer terror, but Lore only smiled.

"Anyone else wanna try?"

From the crowd came a long silence.

"Continue with the dancing," Lore ordered.

There were three more competitors. Seventeen to choose from, as the Master had already eliminated contestant number 16.

The first of the two final dancers was as boring as the rest. The second was by far, the most beautiful. A blond bombshell, tall, slender dressed in a peekaboo white dress. She danced, totally revamping the steps and adding her own. She performed the hormonal step and saw it had absolutely no impact on the Master whatsoever. She performed the boring part of the dance with slightly more interesting steps, but when the second erotic step came, she did something totally unexpected -- Somersaulted upwards, used the lighting wires to pull herself across the room, and then let go, landing in Lore's lap.

This was the one Lore wanted. The one whom he would choose. She smiled at him seductively, then jumped up and somersaulted back onto the floor. Lore somersaulted after her and completed the dance with this most impressive woman.

They walked in the darkness together. Lore stopped by a stretch of beach, under a bridge.

"Here," he said.

She smiled and sat on the sand.

"What's your name?" Lore asked.

"Conna," she replied.

Her voice was delicate, unlike her dynamic dancing. A breeze blew past them, blowing Conna's white dress upwards, exposing her legs. On her left thigh, Lore saw a tattoo, he recognised, as The Assassins Guild.

"You're an assassin?"

"Yes," she said, knowing it would be hopeless to lie. "I'm from the planet Iowaun."

"I've heard of it. The Borg attacked it, and wiped out your race? If that's what you're blaming me for, they attacked it before I..."

"No, you naive fool..." she said.

The Master frowned. Who was she to insult him?

"I wiped out the race," Conna continued. "I was an outcast - a scientist, on the verge of a breakthrough. My ideas were stolen by the government. I tried to claim them back, but I was branded as a crackpot and locked up. I was, however allowed access to scientific equipment and samples. They forced me to make vaccines for diseases and so on, and they took all the credit. I developed a plague which was undetectable and instantly fatal. I let that loose on the entire population and it wiped them all out. I had developed an antidote, so I was not effected. The Borg came after that had happened. I was underground. They took off with most of the technology, but I didn't need it anyway."

"Interesting story, but what's killing me gotta do with it?"

"I killed everyone on my planet because I was superior. I should be the Master of the Universe, because I am superior to all!" She shouted.

"No wonder they locked you up."

Conna gave an evil smile. She reached into her pocket in her dress and pulled out a syringe. "I learned of you becoming the new Master, and I spent the following years, developing a substance to kill you ... Don't worry .... This won't hurt a bit." She jabbed it at Lore.

Lore grabbed her arm. "Why the pretty ones? Pretty, but stupid. Sorry, but trying to kill the Master is a no-no."

Lore grabbed her neck.

"Don't worry .... This won't hurt a bit."

He smiled, then tightened his grip around her neck, until he heard a satisfying crack.

He let the body drop to the sandy ground, then vaporised it with his phaser.

Lore walked through the corridor and was cornered by a huge burly man, twice his size, at least eight foot. "So you got Conna, eh," the large one said, "I wondered who would get who. Anyway, I would've got her if you didn't. She's a power mad bitch."

"I noticed that."

"I am the strongest of all!" the big one boasted.

Lore grinned. "We'll see about that."

Another man was walking down the corridor at the time, and saw the large man and the Master and chose not to get involved.

"I don't care how strong they say you are," the large man boasted. "No one can best Egror the Excellent."

Egror ran toward Lore and it was all over in an instant. Lore had broken his neck, not to mention several other bones in his body, without even flinching. The Master stood over the body and chucked.

"Huh! Egror the Expendable ...."

The other man stared in awe. Lore looked at him.

"I've already had four assassination attempts today. Do you wanna be the fifth?"

The man shook his head vigorously, in terror. Lore smiled at the fear he was evoking in this small unimportant man.

"My name is Givon, my Master," he said, dropping to one knee. "There is only one Master and it is you."

Lore smiled. "That's what I like to hear. Get up. You shall be my messenger. Tell all of the Master."

Givon stood. "Yes, Master," then he scurried off, like an obedient dog.

Lore smiled, this was his destination, to be Master of all. It's what he deserved. His smile grew wider, but then started to fade. He had been looking forward to this day, to choose a mate. He was sure he'd find someone at the dance, but none of the women appealed to him. Conna, he realized, was much like him, wanting ro rule, but he didn't want an equal. He wanted someone to dominate. There was no one to equal him. He didn't want to wait until next decade when the suns would align again. He could force any woman in his kingdom to do his bidding, to have sex with him, but he wanted something special. He wanted a companion, female if possible. Of course it was possible. He was the Master of the Universe. Anything he desired was as good as his.

Lore went for a stroll outside his magnificent castle. It was quiet now, as the celebration had ended, and the people had gone home to their respective planets. Although a mighty mansion, it was bare as a desert. Lore kicked a rock as far as he could into the distance.

This was his planet. He owned it. No one else stayed here, or came here unless he permitted it. Lore looked up at the starlit sky. He was Master of this universe. Even though he could have anything or anyone he wanted, he couldn't help somehow, feeling incomplete, but he wouldn't even admit this to himself.

Lore turned around and looked up at his balcony. Standing there, was a woman, staring off into the distance, her clothes flowing in the gentle wind. Lore quietly walked up the steps and approached her, not making a single sound. He wanted her, to have his way with her. She wasn't more than five foot. He was almost on top of her, when she turned around. She gave a small start, then relaxed.

"So," Lore began, "what's a pretty girl like you..."

"Doing in a place like this? ... I don't know .... I felt left out on Earth .... as if I didn't matter to anyone. I stowed away on a ship and ended up here. Unlucky, or lucky, I've yet to find out."

"You're human."

She nodded." Lore was disappointed, as they were the race he liked least in the universe, but at least she was pretty.

"Just tell me one thing," he said, "you're not from the Assassins Guild, are you?"

"No, she said, "why?"

"Never mind. Where are you from, I mean around here?"

"Endaya, Master," she said, pointing to the blue star, "that's where I got dropped off. I came here for the celebrations. I'm waiting for my transport."

Lore raised his hand, behind her back, and gave her a Vulcan Neck Pinch. He caught her, before she fell to the floor and carried her inside, into the Master Bedroom.

When she came to, she found herself naked and chained to the bed. She knew where she was and who had brought her here. She took in her surroundings. The room was huge, the bed large enough for at least five people, and the room decorated with many strange artifacts.

"He's got some weird tastes ...."

She knew of the Maser's origin, that he was an android, and wondered about his libido. Then the lights began to dim. She strained her eyes, and saw a male figure in the doorway.

He closed the door behind him, and she could see he was carrying a candle. The deathly silence scared her, but she was scared to make a sound. She looked around the room, at the wooden statues, dimly illuminated in the candlelight. They seemed to be staring eerily at her. She turned her attention to the one holding the candle.

"Don't be afraid," he said, gently. "I'm not going to hurt you ... much ..."

His mouth curved up into a mischievous smile. As he walked closer she could see he was wearing nothing. As scared as she was, she could not help but admire the manly, muscular body slowly walking toward her. Part of her wanted to run away, but part of her wanted to stay. It was thrilling, like she was taking a dangerous risk, but people took risks. Life would be boring without them. And she was just about to find out how interesting life could get ...

He sat the candle down on the table. The light shone on his face. She saw he looked evil, but then all the Masters were. She wondered who would take his place, but then who could? He wouldn't die, and no one who tried to kill him ever lived to tell the tale. She looked at the body before her, slender, masculine, and frightening, his flat, bare masculine chest and slim stomach. She eyed the short jet hair between his hips. His body was pleasing. Very pleasing. She could tell he was already aroused by the state of his sex. He sat on the bed and touched her. She had expected his touch be cold, but it was not.

"You're shivering," he said.

"I'm cold," she lied.

The Master smiled. He ran his hand gently up her chest and around her soft breasts. Her shivering became more intense. Lore opened a draw beside the bed, and took out a crystal bottle shaped like a teardrop.

"W...what's that?..."

"Don't be nervous..."

He opened the bottle and poured some of the teak colored liquid into his hand. He began rubbing it on her body. The oil was warm, and so were his hands. He set the bottle down next to the candle. The tinted glass shimmered in the subtle light. Lore straddled her, bringing himself over her, keeping most of his weight on his legs, but resting a some weight on top of her. He smiled and continued rubbing the oil over her. She looked at his face in the candle light.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to. I want you..."

"Don't you want to know my name first?"

"Your name is unimportant. You belong to me now. I am your Master." He looked at her naked body, as he massaged her. Her breasts, firm and appealing, her small brown nipples, making him smile. He worked his way down, past her soft stomach, abdomen...then she tensed. Lore looked up.

"It's okay..." he said soothingly, as he touched her vagina. He stared at the dark triangle, mystified. Of course he knew what they looked like, but this was the first time he had seen a real one.

Wondering, what he would do next, the woman lay on the bed, saying nothing, doing nothing, only looked at him. She became nervous, and began to tug at the chain.

"Stop struggling," Lore ordered, cold, and she obeyed.

She was defenceless and completely vulnerable to this android atop her -- at his mercy. Lore smiled again. She noted he did that a lot, so she smiled back at him. She shivered and tensed as he slid his hands under her breasts and began to push them upwards, then let them fall, and gently massaged them. He cupped them with his hands, and her tension began to disappear to his gentle touch. He drew his hands down her slim, small waist. He held it with his two hands, his grip, strong and firm, but not tight. She let out a breath of pleasure at the gentle sensation. Lore stopped for a moment, then continued. He let his hands move freely about her body, carefully caressing her as if they had minds of their own. He drew his hands upwards, taking them over her stomach and abdomen. She tensed, as she felt him play with her dark velvety triangular hair. Lore gently massaged her there, then slipped his index finger deep into her vagina. She let out a gasp of excitement, at the wonderful sensation. Lore smiled and withdrew his finger and leaned closer to her face. "I want you," he said, his voice soft, his lips brushing over hers as he spoke. He grabbed a lock of her hair, but it did not hurt, then kissed her gently. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth, and meet her own. She drew her tongue along the inside of his teeth and heard his excited gasp and they gently bit each other's bottom lips. He felt her bare breasts against his chest, and pressed down harder; not too hard. He did not want to crush the woman who lay beneath him.

She looked into his golden eyes, and saw the hunger in them. At first it frightened her, but knew, if she pleased the Master, no harm would come to her. Lore closed his eyes for a few moments. She looked at his bare golden body, shining in the dim light and she realized, she wanted him too. Lore forced his eyes open and saw the hunger in her face now, and his lips curved into a smile. She was no longer a the hunted nor he the hunter. They were both playing the same game now. The woman smiled.

"If this is your idea of foreplay, I'm impressed."

Lore's eyes widened at that, and he smiled.

"Your eyes are, beautiful .... like liquid gold ...." she said.

Lore blinked, then stroked her delicate cheeks.

"It's time now..." he said, his voice, subtle, but leading. His sex, stood to attention, fully erect now. The sensation was wonderful. Lore could feel it making his chemical nutrients pulse faster. The woman let out a gasp of excitement, then short breaths, when she realized her was inside her. At first she was frightened, and felt violated, but her tension began to disappear when she realized it wasn't hurting, and it felt surprisingly good. She hadn't believed sex with an android, or sex at all could be this thrilling. She realized she realized she never wanted him to come out. She gasped with excitement, and her sex closed around his, pulsing. Her shrieks grew louder and more confident. The noises assured Lore, made him drive himself deeper into her. His tension began to disappear and he ceased feeling uncomfortable. He felt as if all his systems were melting. His muscles tightened. All the nerves in his body were now hot wires, coursing with high voltage that threatened to overload and burn out his positronic net. His servo mechanisms almost blown out; he felt helpless, and gave in to the storm raging around and through him. Torrents of emotion rushed over him. He thought that he would drown. Lust, hunger, pleasure, and perhaps even love. He was not sure. Passion had engulfed them both, in this wild eroticism. Even his wildest dreams could not compare to this -- the real thing. For a moment he wondered about his brother Data. Had he ever done this? What was it like for him? Even if he couldn't feel, he must have felt something and if he didn't, he didn't know what the hell he was missing!

Minutes, hours .... he did not count the time. Lore had never felt such enjoyment in his life. How long would it last? He visioned the woman beneath him and wondered if it was a dream. If it was, he never wanted to wake. But did she want this? What would happen if he did wake up and was faced with his lonely reality? She didn't want him. She was only obeying him because he was the Master. No one wanted to obey him, but did so, because they were terrified of him. Would she really love him? Lore pondered that for a second. What was there to love? He could force her to have sex with him, but he could not force her to love him. He so desperately wanted to be loved. Lore sighed heavily and tried his best to put those thoughts at the back of his mind, but being an android, that was hard, if not impossible to do.

The candle had burned out. Lore's hair was out of sorts. He brushed a lock of it away from his eyes, and unclenched his teeth. With his excellent vision, saw the woman was exhausted, and decided to let her sleep for now. She belonged to him and she would stay with him forever. She was created to serve him. She was only a human, but one who had intrigued him. He did not want to wear her out so soon. He could wait. Tomorrow was another day.

When she awoke, she found herself alone in the master bedroom, still chained to the bed, whose once neat covers were now tattered, and strewn across the room. She became aware of the pain in her wrists and ankles where she had fought against the chains that bound her, but there was no blood. She so desperately wanted to be free. Not to escape, as she had wanted at first, but to be with the Master. To be with Lore.

She sighed in despair. Who was she to him? He had made it clear that she was nothing more than a toy to be played with. He obviously enjoyed her, but was that all she was to him? Would that all she would ever be? How long would it last? Would he ever see her as an equal and treat her with respect? She had heard stories about him, killing vast numbers of humans, because of how they had treated him in the past. Would he kill her too? Would he kill her if she failed to please him? She wanted to please him, not just for her sake, but perhaps if she could make him understand that she was more than a thing, but that's how humans had treated Lore. Perhaps he felt he was being justified. The woman wondered where he had gone? Would he return? Or would he leave her tied to the bed, to die? She closed her eyes for one frightening moment, then heard footsteps, and calmed. She saw Lore standing in the doorway, carrying a silver tray, and an unlit candle. He walked toward her, and she saw he carried a tray piled high with delicacies, and two tall glasses of white liquid. She hadn't realized until now that she was starving. She eyed the tray, as Lore walked closer.

"I will feed you," he said, sitting on the bed. He placed the candle on the bedside table.

"Thank you," she said. "I wish I didn't have to eat, but that all comes with being human."

Lore gave her a small smile, and handed her a small piece of meat. She took it into her mouth and chewed. Very tasty. He fed her a few more morsels of other delicacies on the tray.

"Are you going to have any?" she asked.

"I'm an android. I don't need to eat."

"That's not what I asked, anyway, you didn't think I'd be able to eat all this by myself, did you?"

Lore gave her an inquisitive look, and she smiled.

"Can you fee one of my hands?" she asked. "Just one, please."

Lore hesitated, and then broke the chain, binding the hand nearest him. The woman smiled and flexed her wrist. It felt like she'd been bound for all eternity. She took a piece of meat from the tray and held it up to Lore's mouth and he took it. She listened to the noise he made when he swallowed. A gentle, flowing sound as the food slid down his slender throat. His almost non-existent adams apple moving in time as it went down. She took another piece and held it out for him. Lore opened his mouth slightly. He came forward slowly, until the meat was in his mouth, then ripped it from her fingers, chewed it, then swallowed. It slipped down his throat with ease. He then sucked her fingers. Over and over she held out another morsel for him.

He had never felt this much pleasure with food in his life, or even conceived it was possible. She took pieces of fruit, and teased him with them, then laughed, as they sucked each others fingers. Lore took a piece of food from her. She felt his warm slender throat as he swallowed, then slid her hand around to the back of his neck and combed her fingers through his thick, rich dark hair. Lore put the tray down on the bedside table, pushing the candle aside. He dabbed his finger in a bowl, of thick white, brownish cream, and fed it to the woman. She sucked it off his finger, her face showing she enjoyed the thick sweet, tangy substance.

"It's sweet cinnamon cream," he told her, and they finished the bowl between them.

Lore then handed her one of the glasses, and took one for himself. "It's milk," he said.

"Milk?"

Lore nodded, almost embarrassed. "My mother gave me some when I was young. I've always liked it, but don't often get a chance to share it with anyone."

She smiled and began to drink. Lore downed his glass of fresh creamy milk in one gulp and set it aside. He wiped the white lipstick from his mouth and lay down next to her. A trickle rolled down his chin, he felt it, and was about to wipe it away, but she leaned closed to him and licked it off. He smiled, and leaned closer to her. She stroked his bare slim waist. She put her head on his stomach, although strong looking and firm, it made for a comfortable pillow. His skin was soft, much like human skin. She turned her ear to one side and listened to the gentle squelching sounds Lore's stomach made while digesting, and it sent an erotic pulse through her.

After a while, Lore noticed she had fallen asleep on his stomach and he smiled, stroking her head gently. He waited patiently for the next hour until she awoke. Lore fed her the last of the food morsels, then hurled the tray away, smashing a valuable vase, leaned over to the woman and kissed her passionately. Now with one hand free, she was able to caress him, and feel more pleasure in the sensation. At first Lore wasn't sure, perhaps he should chain her free wrist, but seeing the pleasure in her face, he decided not to. She ran her fingers through his hair. He massaged her small delicate hand, then brushed his gentle hands against her, slowly making her aware of the entire surface of her body. He brushed over her most sensitive places, her face, outlining the gentle contours, then her stomach and the triangle between her hips.

"Dim lights," Lore ordered and it was done.

He pulled out a flame stick, lit it, then lit the taper by the bedside, then blew out the stick and sat it beside the candle. The dim light turned Lore's dark, rich hair into a jet cap ringed by a halo of gold. His face was in shadow, but his features highlighted by the candlelight, gentle and smooth and beautiful. Before she knew what was happening, he leapt onto her, and pushed her hard against the covers, being careful not to break any of her delicate bones. She felt his strong, but gentle fingers, clasp around her arms. He saw her happiness, the joy in her face, and it appeared to touch him. He was about to enter her, then stopped.

"What's the matter?" she asked, seeing the strange expression on his opalescent face.

"It's ... it's nothing...."

She noted his voice sounded sad. Lore looked away from her; she touched his shoulder. He gently brushed her hand off.

"No..." he said softly.

"Why?" she asked.

He looked at her, his deep golden eyes, transparent and honest now.

"I can have anything I want," he said. "Anything at all ... Everyone is terrified of me. They do whatever I tell them. They give me gifts wherever I go..."

"It must feel good, to have so many people willing to serve," she said.

Lore looked at her and shook his head. "No, it's not. They don't want me. They're all petrified of me, but no one has ever wanted me." He looked away as a tear rolled down his pale golden cheek. She looked into his expressive golden eyes, now like a hurt puppy dog. It seemed he was the one who was defenceless now. She looked at him and understood now, for all the Master was, the strongest, most intelligent, fastest and most powerful being in the universe, he was lonely. Lonely because no one had ever loved him. She smiled gently and touched him. She was astounded to feel that he was trembling.

"I want you," she said softly.

So wrapped up in his own sorrow, Lore barely hard what she had said. "What?"

"I said I want you...."

"Why? What have I done to deserve you, or anyone?"

She just smiled. "Just be yourself ..... " She took his hand in her free one. Lore tightened his grip on her hand, then smiled warmly.

"No one's ever been this kind to me before ..... I mean after all I've done ...."

"Now's a good a time as any to change," she said, gently pulling him down on top of her. "Now where were we..."

Lore's gentle smile changed into a grin. "Right about here...."

He snapped the metal chains around her other wrist and ankles, then looked into her expressive face, and embraced her, soul to soul. She began to massage him now that she was free. She took some oil out of the bottle, and rubbed it into his back, down his spine, over his lovely firm buttocks, then his manly, hips, legs, past his knees, and then upwards. She gently massaged his penis, holding it in her hand, gentle, but firm. Lore gasped with excitement and swallowed. She kissed his sex, then rubbed the oil into his testicles. Lore let out a yelp of excitement. She smiled and then cupped them in her hand, feeling their warm gentle weight, then let them fall. Lore gasped, then thrust his body forward and plunged himself into her, pressing himself against her. She felt his stomach tensing and relaxing, as his hips drove into her. He had lost control, and now so had she. She was free to move now, free to touch him and love him. Her bonds were gone. She drew her nails down his back, and down past his buttocks. Lore gasped at the fiery sensation. They had lost themselves into each other, in this peak of ecstasy, this extra sensual thrill. Their legs wrapped around each other's. Lore buried his face in her long wavy brown hair, and let out an excited noise. She was on top of him now. It felt as if she was his master, and Lore loved the feeling, lying submerged beneath her. She felt his strong body beneath her, and pressed herself to him. Her strength impressed him. Despite her small appearance, her strength was admirable. She would not let him get back on top. Lore let out a moan of ecstasy, as she slammed herself against him.

They withdrew from each other. Neither of them had counted the time, or even cared how much had passed.

Lore's pale lips touched her dark pink lips, then he caressed her cheek and mouth with his gentle lips and tongue. He began to nibble gently on her ear, and extend his tongue into the opening. The sensation made her shiver, and Lore smiled, and licked behind her ear. He withdrew his tongue, came up and looked into her eyes. "I don't even know your name...."

She looked at him, and leaned to his ear, then whispered it.

"It's a beautiful name," he said, calling her by it.

He kissed her cheeks, and she his. He worked his way down her neck with his tongue, and proceeded to give her a love-bite. She jerked at the sudden pain, although not unpleasant. Lore sucked the skin of her throat, making it tingle. He looked at the red mark he had left on the side of her neck and smiled. She wondered how she would give the android a hickey ... Lore traced his tongue down her body. He came to her navel and circled it, then licked the hole inside, making her giggle at the tickling feeling. Lore sucked gently, making her squirm with excitement. He then traced his tongue, back up, until he came to her breasts. He circled them, took the nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. It began to swell and harden, a delicious sensation. She made a noise of enjoyment. Lore licked the nipple and bit it playfully, but not hard enough to hurt. Lore later withdrew and she sat up, caressing his body, licking his flat male nipples, as he had done with hers.

They stroked the other lightly, and shared this quiet time, together in silence.

Again, he entered her, slowly, this time, sliding in gently, with grace. They met, body to body, in this gentle love play, delicate intimacy. She felt his graceful body entering hers and let it happen. The loss of control they felt earlier did not compare to the unity they felt now. Her breasts pushed against his chest and he caressed them with one free hand. She smiled when she heard his gentle soft moaning, a beautiful sound. Lore listened to her sounds too. It was as if the world was in the palm of his hand, though he did not own it; it owned him. He was grateful for this. The only true pleasure in his life and he never wanted this gentle time to end.

They exited each other once again. Lore looked at her, tired, exhausted. He stood from the ruffled bed, and picked her up. His smile told her not to be afraid.

"I think we both need a bath," he said.

He allowed her to relieve herself in private first, then lead her to his bathroom. A king's bathroom, the bath taking up almost the entire room, like a swimming pool, surrounded by natural artifacts, plants, and a pleasing scent.

"It's called white musk," Lore said, "An ancient earth fragrance my mother used to like. I had of some the scented oil put into the water."

She watched Lore's beautiful nude graceful form slide into the warm water and lowered herself in as well. She dunked her head into the water, and came up, her dark hair glistening with fresh water. Lore did the same, even though he didn't need to wash, there was no place in the universe he'd rather be right now. They both relaxed, the water, rippling against their chests. They let the warm water refresh and cleanse them.

They stayed in the spa for hours, splashing each other, playing.

"Can I wash you?" Lore asked.

She nodded. Lore took a cake of white musk soap from the holder, worked up a lather in his hands ad began spreading it all over her body. She smiled at the smooth sensation, and gasped with excitement as he lathered her vagina. She washed the soap off and did the same with him. Lore remembered the first time he had a bath, once on Omicron Theta, to see what it felt like, even though he didn't need one. He really could not see what was so luxurious about them, but now, he knew. He'd never been washed by anyone else before, and he smiled at her. She washed his manhood and bushy jet hair with gentle grace. He smiled warmly and took her into his arms, letting the soap cake fall to the bottom of the bath. He entered her in the water, gently, the water surrounding them; an aquatic guardian. Lore slowly drew her toward him. They closed their eyes and touched lips with intimate delicacy, the warm water glistening on their naked bodies.

Lore's sex emerged from her, after what seemed like an eternity.

"What can I do?" Lore asked.

"About what?"

"About the people ...."

"What people ..."

Lore smiled. "You have no idea how much you've taught me, or how grateful I am, not just for what happened between us -- You've opened my eyes, made me see that I'm not a master, that I'm like everybody else. Sure the sensation of people being terrified of you and will do anything for you has some merit, but when I really thought about it, I realized I had no one. No friends, no one to care about me. Not one single person in my whole empire... I want the people to know that I'm not going to kill them if they disagree with me now. I want them to be free to have their own point of view, not mine. I want this empire to have freedom, but it's been ruled by masters for so long, I'm not sure if I can do it."

She smiled. "I'll help you, Lore. They'll listen to you. Sure at first they'll be scared, but you can change all that. Use your power to help the people in your empire. You can do it, Lore. I believe in you. I love you."

She looked into his beautiful deep yellow eyes. Never before had she felt so wanted, that she belonged. At first she was nothing more than a toy to him, but now all that had changed. He had changed, or rather, she had seen who really was, behind the Master facade. He much more lonely than she had ever been and he needed someone to help him with his life - to be accepted, really accepted, not through fear, but through respect and love. She could help him obtain that. To help him become a better person, would give her life meaning.

She truly loved him, while everyone else saw him as a criminal, an evil demon, and feared him. Lore wondered if he could shake that. He knew it would be hard, but he would do everything he could to change it. He wondered if he would ever meet up with his brother again, to show him how much he had changed and finally put matters to rest with him. Perhaps someday. All things were possible, but right now, he looked at the woman beside him, into her pale green eyes, and saw the depth in them, concerned and gentle. And she saw the devotion in his eyes. He felt comfortable in her presence, safe, and no doubt she also with him. He was her universe and she his. He held the woman in his arms; an immortal embrace. He never wanted to let go, from the deepest and truest embrace he had ever known.

"And I you," he said, giving her not only a gentle kiss, but his soul and heart as well.

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