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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Completely revised and reedited as of 08/05/2008,
voice your opinions and criticisms at will.
-Cam

Gi
left Isis to make the final changes on the new
dress, giving the woman a moment to herself. She took a long, hot shower and
sat on the bed, braiding her hair when Ali’shir entered. He noticed how she
covered herself with her towel as he did, turning to face away from him. He
stared at her a moment before asking her why she was not ready to go to last
meal.
“Are
you still sulking?” he asked.
Isis sucked her teeth, “For what?”
“You
know for what, female. Are you still angry about me saying her name when we-?”
“I
had forgotten about it until you mentioned it again,” she said, casually
interrupting him. “Now if you don’t mind, go get lost. I have to get ready for
this damn party.”
Ali’shir
grunted with surprise. He had prepared himself for a lengthy discussion after
speaking with Heron. Although Ali’shir maintained that she would only need time
to calm down, which was often the case with him, the pilot assured him she
would still be fuming and would only forgive him with repeated apologies.
Ali’shir was both amused and thankful his friend was wrong. Without the
heartfelt conversation Heron proposed, Isis
was talking to him again, albeit arguing, but still she spoke. Things were
returning to normal, the whole incident forgotten, she herself said as much and
why would she say it if she did not mean it?
Ali’shir
moved to the other side of the bed and undressed. “I am glad you are seriously
preparing yourself for this event and taking pride in your appearance. For
once, I would like it if my female looks like she belongs with me.”
Ali’shir
forced himself not to look up as Isis turned,
her expression undoubtedly would have made him burst into laughter.
“As
trashy as you look, I suppose I do look like I ‘belong’ with you,” she said,
glancing at the worn tunic he pulled from the closet.
“This
is a perfectly fine garment. I have had it nearly all my life.”
“I
believe it.”
“It
was a gift from my mother.”
“Was
she colourblind?” Ali’shir growled and Isis shrugged, “I’m only asking because I’m sure anyone else
would clearly see that those two colours do not mix
and pick something else.”
“No,
she was not colourblind,”
he grit, his amusement fizzling as hers grew. “And she stitched this herself.”
Isis turned, continuing to braid her hair with a satisfied smirk. “If you say so.”
“I
do! And if you say another thing about my mother I swear I-”
“You’ll
what?” she dared, standing. “You
started this. I wasn’t going to say a damn thing about your two sizes too small
tunic or your ratted belt until you opened your mouth.”
Ali’shir
looked at the heavy strap of hide in his hand. “What is wrong with my belt?”
“Was
it a gift from your mother too?”
“Isis, do not talk about my mother!” he roared.
“Hey,
I just asked a question, Ali. There’s no need for you to get your ugly tunic in
a bunch over this.”
“You
are not funny, female. If you say another thing about my mother, I will bend
you over my knee and sp-”
A
knock stopped Ali’shir’s growled threat. He reigned
in his response and moved to the door, tearing it open. Cara stood on the other
side, swinging in place with a bag in her hands. She held it out to him, her
mandibles happily upturned.
“You
yell a lot,” she giggled.
Ali’shir
snatched the bag with a growl, sending the child giggling down the hall to her
door. He waited until the pup found her way safely home before he turned away,
looking back inside in time to see Isis lower her head, hiding her smile.
“What?”
he growled.
“She’s
right. You do yell a lot.”
“Like
you don’t,” he said gruffly, beginning to rummage through the package. “What is
this?”
“My
dress,” she said. “Gi made me another one.”
Ali’shir
handed the bag over in silence, knowing what happened to the first one the
female made. “What happened to the one I gave you?”
“I
did the humane thing and put it out of its misery. Something you might want to
contemplate with that tunic over there.”
Ali’shir
growled again but Isis ignored him, reaching
into the bag and pulling out the neatly folded material inside. She looked at
the dress and shook her head disappointedly. “The Vae
alien has lost her simple mind…”
“Is
that what you are wearing?” Ali’shir asked, eying the barely there gown.
“Hell no.” Isis tossed it to the bed and
reached for the bag again. “It’s obviously a gag item.”
Ali’shir
picked up the discarded garment and inspected it. It was essentially a tube of
dark netting, studded with little crystals and stones every other knot.
Imagining her body inside of it, her curves stretching the loosely knit dress
made his mouth dry. “No,” he said
thickly. “It is what they wear, so you will wear it as well.”
“No
I won’t.”
“Do
not make me dress you, Isis,” he warned.
“In
what?” she demanded. “There’s nothing
but string here!”
“It
will only be one dinner,” he said continuing to ready himself,
shrugging off his top.
Isis turned with a hand on her hip. “Is that really how you feel about it?” Ali’shir nodded, not paying
particular attention. “So if you were in my place, you would just suck it up
and wear the damn thing.”
“Without
question,” he replied.
She
smiled wide, “Great, because she made something for you to wear too. Here you
go.” Isis tossed the bag at him and he caught
it with one crushing hand. He looked inside and gave a low, irritated rumble.
He turned with his hand raised but Isis cut
him to the quick. “It is what they wear so you will wear it as well,” she
mocked.
“You
are mistaken. This is unacceptable.”
“How so?”
“It
will be uncomfortably tight and the colour is far too
bright.”
“It
could not hope to be tighter than this,” she said dangling his favourite tunic.
Ali’shir
snatched it from her hands with a hiss, “I am not wearing it!”
Isis could only laugh. “I didn’t expect you to,” she said, taking the bag
from his hands. “Just do me a favour and tell Gi it tore when you tried to put it on.”
Isis was jerked back when Ali’shir refused to loosen his grip on the bag,
drawing it and her closer to him. “What do you mean you did not expect me to?”
he said, looking down in her eyes.
“You
are rather set in your ways, Ali,” she smiled. “I don’t think you could hope to
change, even to save your life. This is no different.”
“I
compromise more than you think. I tolerate you, this damn ship.”
“But
you have control,” she said. “You tell the Council how you will do your job,
tell me how to act and dress. If they don’t threaten you with death, you
wouldn’t dare step outside your little comfort zone.”
“Try
me,” he growled, answering her challenge.
“We
don’t have time for this,” Isis chuckled and
pushed him aside, trying to get at the bag, but he held it high, dangling it
above her head. Isis looked up at it and then
at him, her brows raised. “You’re serious?” she asked.
“Very,”
he nodded. “Try me.”
Isis smirked then, staring at his face like this gave her the perfect idea
for a test. She moved to the desk against the wall and pulled its chair into
the room’s centre. “Have a seat.”
Ali’shir
discarded the bag and took the chair with a hiss, moving it slightly to the
right before sitting. That made Isis
laugh. Even now, when specifically asked to yield to the control of
someone else he had to be in charge and change that little thing.
She
shook her head as she came closer, watching his hands
on the arm rests flex nervously as she did. Isis
slid her hands over his arms and rested in the dips of his broad shoulders,
staring at him intently as she moved to unclasp the straps of his mask.
Ali’shir
turned away with a growl,            “No.”
“Then
I win?” she smiled.
Ali’shir
bristled in his seat, his eyes narrowing at her taunting grin. Slowly he
lowered his face and let her hands pull at the interconnecting lock. He could
not let her win this, his pride wouldn’t allow it. Not to mention he would
never hear the end of it. Perhaps once she saw it, she’d never ask to again,
like all the rest.
The
straps fell away and Isis stood over his legs
as she stepped closer, lifting the thing off his face. Ali’shir worked his
jaws, stretching his skin with exaggerated expressions as it breathed. His
cheeks always tingled when he took the mask off, but even more so now that
another stared at him. And she did stare. Her mouth closed and eyes focused
intently, Isis looked at him with an
expression he found unreadable. Her eyes never wandering to one thing or the
other so it was nearly impossible for him to tell what feature she found more
curiously unsettling above the others.
After
a moment, Ali’shir turned his head away, ready to shrug back on the mask when
her hands cupped his cheeks. The action stopped him cold. His eyes blinkingly
darted to either hand as they smoothed along his cheeks, her fingers brushing
at the raised features there. She traced her finger along his upper mandibles,
coated with the same smooth indigo skin that covered the rest of his body. They
arched off his high cheeks like a door handle, leaving a slanted oval shaped
space between his cheek and upper lip where the skin twisted, seemingly melted,
to attach it. The lower mandibles were similar except they came from the back
of his jaw and rooted in his prominent chin. His profile was distinctly yautja like his mother, heavy brows and sunken cheeks, but
his features were like his father’s. He had the beginnings of a nose, long and
upturned at its tip, the edge of the nostrils twisted in his skin and a mouth,
with lips that until now, Isis had only
felt.
Ali’shir
shifted nervously feeling her focus settle on his mouth, his breathing hitched
as her thumbs feathered his lips. Being touched there made him feel awkward and
strangely aroused. Ali’shir wondered why that should be when Isis
leaned forward, pressing a kiss on his lips. She almost felt weak for yielding
to the sudden impulse but it could not be helped. She had done nearly
everything else with this male and there was no telling when she would get
another opportunity to again. Plus she liked it enough that when he didn’t gnashingly protest as she half-expected, she did it again,
this time holding him tighter.
Ali’shir
gripped the armrests, usurped by the utterly new caress. It was the lightest of
touches and against his mouth of all places. Closing his eyes he felt her hands
travel down his chin and neck. She sank her hands into his locks and pulled
gently, tipping his head back slightly to kiss him more deeply, profoundly
exploring his mouth. She hugged him closer and he moved willingly, growling as
her tongue slid past his lips, taking his hands from the armrests.
Isis gave a startled gasp, her eyes snapping wide. Ali’shir’s
hands shot up and gripped her fiercely, snaking around her waist and fisting
her hair. He flattened her body against his, raising off the chair as he
crushingly kissed her back. He was rough and hungry, lost in the feel and taste
of her, until she let out a sound of pain. Isis
pushed at his chest, breaking their kiss, tapping at her lip with her
fingers.
“I
am sorry,” he rasped, his chest heaving. “I have never done this before.”
“I
believe it,” she smiled, holding up her bloody hand. While some features were
different, he still had the sharp inner teeth of a yautja
and a lot more of them.
Ali’shir
took her hand and bent back the blood stained fingers. Isis
watched with a grin as his mouth closed over each one, gingerly raking the
sharpened teeth under it as he sucked it clean. It sent a delicious ripple over
her stomach and between her legs. Another as he hugged her closer and slowly
licked her cut lip in apology. While Isis thought it was one of the most erotic things she’d
ever known, Ali’shir was worriedly second guessing himself. Again, he felt like
a bumbling novice but thankfully, Isis seemed
willing to teach him. She moved with him as he reclined in the chair again,
fisting his locks as he raised his mouth to hers.
He
was poised to kiss her again when he suddenly froze. Isis sighed,
her head falling to rest on his. “You thinking about her?” she asked.
Ali’shir
let out a long breath, unsure of what to say. While he had been thinking how he
had never been able to do this with Kai that was not what stopped him. He
motioned with his eyes over her shoulder and Isis
turned, keeping her shoulder still as he hid his face behind it.
Gi
leaned in the doorway with a wide grin, her arms crossed. “I’m glad you two
don’t argue all the time,” she beamed. “But before you throw something at me, I
only came by to remind you that we have to be there early to help set up and to
see how the clothes fit.”
“Ok,
we are on our way,” Isis said turning back to
face Ali’shir.
He
lay with his cheek against her breast, his lips brushing against her nipple.
She brushed her hand against his face and he looked up.
“I
win?” he asked.
Isis laughed, nodding her head. “Yeah, you win.”
Ali’shir
pressed a kiss in the between of her breasts, for Gi
to see, he told himself as he moved to stand. Isis
gave him his mask and he took it, moving behind her as she deliberately blocked
Gi’s view of him. When he was done, Isis
resumed getting ready, quickly slipping on the dress and moving to the hall
before she yielded to yet another damn impulse. She hopped into the hallway
wrapped in a cloak and smiled at Heron as he came to stand out in the hall as
well.
“Beautiful
isn’t he?” Gi said marvelling
at her work.
“Hot
is more like it,” she hushed to her friend.
His
pants hung low on his hips showing off his muscled torso. He had a short cut
jacket that barely covered his chest and stretched over his massive arms. He
tugged impatiently at the collar asking why they had not yet left. He was eager
to go home and take it off.
“I
know,” Gi squealed. “I can barely keep my hands off
of him.”
Gi
grabbed for his arm, wrapping herself around it and Heron purred. He purred some more and suddenly her breasts
were out of her dress. Isis
quickly turned to the door and knocked politely, reminding Ali’shir time was of
the essence, especially now that Gi and Heron seemed
to be getting more than affectionate right there in the hallway. Gi giggled again and Isis
knocked harder, finally kicking the door before demanding, “Ali, get your big
blue butt out here now!”
It
surprised her when it readily slid open and Ali’shir filled the entranceway.
She started to smile when he raised a finger, warning her not to say a word. He
was dressed like Heron, except in white and seemed to be just as upset as the
pilot had been. Tugging impatiently at the collar he moved into the hall and
gave a nod to the couple, who ceased their canoodling. Isis
snickered as he passed by picking at the seat of his pants.
He
turned at the sound. “Is something funny?” Isis
shook her head but could not hide her smile. Ali’shir strode over to her and
ripped the cloak off her shoulders, tossing it inside the room before closing
the door.
“Ha,
Ha,” Ali’shir said dryly, watching her nervously try to hide behind her hands.
She
felt naked. The dress covered her arms and brushed at her feet. It darkened
over her nipples and between her legs, but her backside became clearly visible
as she walked.
“It fits!” Gi said,
spinning her round. “Except here. I didn’t count on your hind parts being
so…much.”
“I
actually enjoy that aspect of the dress,” Ali’shir growled, giving her ass a
smack.
Isis reached to smack him in the face but Gi
swiftly took the hand to hold, holding it tightly as she led her down the hall.
“It’s a compliment, darling. Lets not start a fight,” she chimed happily.
Isis narrowed her eyes at Ali’shir, hissing at him in passing, “At least I
look good.”
Watching
her hips sway from side to side, Ali’shir decided he could not argue with that.

            Isis did what the other
breeders did, helping put out the dishes for the lavish party, before finding a
seat in a quiet corner. She was seemingly lost in thought when Pavi happened upon her, taking a seat next to the aloof
looking woman.
“What
is on your mind, Isis?” The woman shrugged but
Pavi knew the answer, she followed the woman’s gaze
to Ali’shir.
He
looked away casually, but the Elder Female knew he watched her as well. He sat
with the other males but his eyes hadn’t left her all evening, even when Kai
danced, obliging a request from a few of the males.
            Pavi trilled and turned back to
Isis, “You no longer want to kill him I
gather.”
Isis could not respond. She could not have one emotion long enough to tell
her what she wanted. Sometimes she wanted him so badly it felt like her body
would burst from it and other times she felt the same way about wanting to kill
him.
“Silence is affirmation,” Pavi
taunted, scooting closer.
            Isis shrugged her
shoulders. “A lot has changed since we arrived here, Elder. I don’t know what I
want anymore, or how I feel about him.”
            “Do not love him,” she warned, with seriousness.
“Whatever you do, just do not love him.”
            Isis laughed quietly,
“Like you don’t love Tu’shar? Even after he took that other
female?” Pavi’s face suddenly cooled and Isis swallowed, “I apologize, Elder, sometimes my mouth
runs away from me.”
            “It is ok. I began
this, so I should answer,” she sighed. “Am I that obvious?”
            “Only to me I think.”
            “Not only to you...” The Elder began, “Tu’shar has
noticed a change in me as well, but we do not talk about it. I know he is
excited that I consented so anything and everything he says upsets me more.”
            “Why did you consent?”
            “Because it was what was needed.” Pavi
said, her gaze on Tu’shar as he laughed and drank with
the visiting elders. “Besides, this way I got to choose the female. If Ali’shir
gives you the opportunity, Isis, choose a lesbian. That way she will never
return his affection. Keep my secret won’t you?”
            “Absolutely,” she nodded still laughing.

Kai
strutted past the laughing females, making sure to bump shoulders with Isis. She wanted the human to see the direction she was
heading. Striding up to where the males talked and sat, Kai turned her back to
Ali’shir and fell to her knees, asking him fix the clasp on her necklace.
            “You are still the only one who could get this damn thing
to work.” She trilled lifting her locks to show her naked back.
            Pavi looked at Isis who stared
daggers, the knuckles of her hands blanching as she made a deathly fist. “Do
not get angry, Isis. That is her intention. She is a walking
vexation.”
            The woman ignored her, looking past a smirking Kai to
Ali’shir who looked back at her with hesitation. He stared at the dangling ends
of gold like he had never seen a clasp and did not know where to start. He
could feel Isis looking at him and strangely
he worried what she might think.
“Ask someone else,” he mumbled, motioning for
her to stand.
            Kai shrugged her shoulders teasingly, persistent as ever.
“Ali’shir, do not be like that. Just fix it and I will be on my way.”
            He looked back to Isis who seemed to have gone back to
her conversation with Pavi. The quicker he gave in,
the quicker she would leave right?
He
brushed her neck and she giggled obnoxiously loud, directing all attention to
them. “Your hands are so cold!” she laughed, looking up at a scowling Isis in triumph.
With
a sigh, the woman turned back to the conversation and Kai kicked it up a notch.
She would make the human challenge her so she could ruin her in front of
Ali’shir. He would see Isis was not worth his
time and start to envision other possibilities, mainly those that involved
being with her.
“All
done,” Ali’shir said quickly, returning his hands to the armrests.
            Kai tuned and tugged gently on one of his silver locks.
“Oh, Ali’shir, thank you,” she purred. “Let me do something nice for you.”
            “That’s not necessary.” His gaze slid to Isis. She glanced at them every now again from the corner
of her eyes, her attention more on Elder Pavi but she
did look.
            Kai put her arms around him and grabbed his chin, pulling
his gaze to her. Her voice was dark and husky, “It is very necessary.”
Her
hand vanished between their pressed bodies, sliding down directly into his
cloth. Ali’shir grunted and gripped the armrests, he opened his mouth to
protest and then she gripped his cock. His breath left his body with a sound,
Kai stroked him, sliding her palm over his straining flesh. Isis’
mouth left his body burning and although it was shameful to admit, Kai knew
exactly what he liked. Exactly, he
thought, eyes rolling back in his head. Ali’shir swallowed hard and turned his
face away, hoping Isis had not begun to
notice.
“What
are they talking about so damn close?” Isis
said aloud not realising it. She turned in her seat,
watching Kai put herself between Ali’shir’s knees,
one hand gripping his shoulder for support.
Pavi
didn’t have to turn to know what Kai was up to, nor could she stop her without
creating a scene. The best she could do at the moment was grab
Isis and keep her preoccupied until it was
over. She took the woman by the arm and told her to stand asking her to meet
someone across the hall. Pavi gave a sigh of relief
when Isis stood and followed her to the room’s
centre and then cursed when she strayed away walking toward the pair.
“It’s
so much bigger than I remember,” Kai purred as she stroked him, easing her hand
up to the very top and sliding all the way down to his balls. “Tell me, does
that human pleasure you like I did?”
            Ali’shir kept his gaze straight ahead, hoping he would
not meet eyes with Isis again. But she turned
completely from the conversation and crossed the room toward him. Watching her
hips sway, he imagined the hand that held him belonged to her and suddenly his
vision spotted. The idea sent more blood rushing to his dick until he trembled
in her hand.
            “Are you ready so soon?” Kai whined, stepping closer. “Do
you want to cum?”
            “Yes,” he snarled.
            Kai increased speed and Ali’shir balled his fists. He
closed his eyes so Isis, walking through the
hall, could no longer silently tempt him but even with his eyes screwed shut,
she came to him. He imagined that the tightness around his cock was her and he
was fucking her, hard and fast.
            A moan escaped his lips and he felt his mask become
heavy. He wanted to rip it off. He wanted to rip everything off his body and
Isis’, stripping her naked before he bent her over the table and took her right
there. Opening his eyes his female still walked towards him, rhythmically
swinging those heavy hips he secretly adored. Without care, he rocked his hips
against Kai’s stroking motion, thrusting wantonly as the tension built to a
painful peak.
            Kai stepped in closer, straddling one of his thick
thighs, “I said, do you want to cum?” she panted, working her fist harder.
            Ali’shir thrust his hips up, tearing at the arms of the
chair, “Yes, Isis!”
            Kai stopped almost immediately, her jaw slack, “Who?!”
            “What in the hell is going on here?!” Joi’en roared
stomping towards them.
Kai
jumped from her stupor and turned with a loving prattle to meet her mate. “We
were talking. Ali’shir just fixed my necklace.”
Joi’en
took a heavy whiff, scenting her shoulder and neck and then shook his head,
scattering his black locks. He snarled at his mate, sending her confidently
striding away from Ali’shir’s side, before turning
his murderous glare at the male who furtively tucked himself into his cloth.
“I
do not care what Tu’shar says I will ruin you if you come near her again. She
belongs to me!”
Isis arrived in time to hear his threat and watched as Kai purred
absentmindedly at the budding fight. Pavi was right,
the female lived to create chaos, which currently included trying to pit the
two formidable males against one another.
Ali’shir
slowly rose from his seat and stepped closer to Joi’en. “How so?” he
challenged. “How will you end me?”
Joi’en
stepped in close enough for only the two of them to hear. “Do not tempt me
Ali’shir or I will take your human mate too,” he whispered with a smirk, “There
is room for one more in my bed.”
“You
will not touch her,” Ali’shir rattled. His anger at seeing him touch Kai paled
in comparison when she was replaced by Isis. His Isis.
            “I will fuck her until she can only say my name and there
will be nothing you can do about it because I am Elder and you are so far, far beneath me. Remember your place, badblood.”
            Ali’shir’s fingers curled into a
fist. He was ready to punch a hole right through his
smarmy face when Isis forced her way between
them. Her hands fell on his arms as if she could ever hope to hold him back and
she stood on the tips of her feet to look him in the eye. “I’d like to leave
now,” she said taking his hands in hers. “Please,” she begged. “Take me home.”
            “Yes. Go home, Ali’shir,” Joi’en growlingly taunted, but
it was ignored.
Ali’shir’s insides
quieted as he looked down at her, his fists slowly opening to take her hands.
He moved with her as she pulled him toward the exit but kept his eyes on Joi’en
as he passed. Cetanu help him if the male laid a hand
on his female. The consequences withstanding, Ali’shir would end him without
hesitation and great relish. Joi’en was long overdue to feel his wrath.
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