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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Isis
woke from her late-day nap and rolled onto her back to see Ali’shir, stretched
out at her side. Splayed out on his belly, he looked dead to the world but his
eyes flashed open as she bent her head to his, looking freakishly light against
the black of his mask.
            “Still on edge from last night?” she
smiled. Ali’shir pushed off the bed, sitting up in silence. Isis
slowly moved to sit as well, his sudden rigid posture and stillness
disconcerting. “What’s wrong?”
            “Nothing, for now,” he replied. “But
I have had time to think today and I would like you to stay away from Joi’en
when possible.”
            “Any particular reason why?” Isis asked softly. She wondered if Joi’en had told him
what they almost did. It surprised her that she felt more than slightly
embarrassed about that, just as it surprised Ali’sihir
that he was too embarrassed to admit his true motivations behind his request.
            “No reason in particular,” he said
clearing his throat. “I just want you to stay away from him.”
            “I bet he would like you to stay
away from Kaian too,” she teased.
            Ali’shir let out an irritated sound,
“You saw what we were doing?”
            “No. But I have an idea,” she
snorted, raising her eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure the whole entire room has an
idea.” Isis stopped snickering at hearing Ali’shir
let out another laboured groan.
            “Isis I, I…cannot rightly explain
what happened between she and I, Kai-”
            “It’s alright, Ali. You don’t need
to explain to me,” she said patting his shoulder with a smile. “It’s not like
we are mated for real.”
            “No…no it is not,”
Ali’shir watched her as she slid from the bed, hopping seemingly merrily
to the bathroom. When the door
closed he fell back on the bed, thrashing a moment, his fists over his eyes.
“It is not!” he hissed to himself.
            “‘It is not’ what?” Isis asked, standing in the open doorway, pulling her
hair into a ponytail.
            Ali’shir sat bolt upright, “It is not…
going to be a good day,” he growled moving from the bed.
            “Try and stay positive, Ali. It is
not even over yet.”

            “‘Stay positive’ she says,” Ali’shir
muttered stepping into the dining hall. Nearly every head turned his way, the
diners alternating their gaze between himself and the young Elder on the dais.
            Ali’shir had been careful and wise
enough to avoid the halls for the first two meals, in the hopes that tempers,
as his had, would cool during the day but it was for naught. Joi’en glared at
him with that same hateful intensity from atop the elevated slab of stone,
drumming his fingers on the table top as he slowly chewed the food in his mouth.
            Isis
took Ali’shir by the arm and gave his chest a pat, leading him away, “Forget
about them. Yautja or human, everyone loves gossip, tomorrow it will be someone
else.”
            “Hopefully,” he hissed, moving to
their table.
            Gi had
already been kind enough to get food for the pair when she saw they were going
to be late, so all there was to do was sit, but as Ali’shir started to pull the
chair for Isis, everyone who was sitting kicked their chairs out to stand. Only
one yatuja commanded such respect and Ali’shir turned
slowly to greet him with a bow.
            “Elder Tu’shar,” The rest followed
his suit, murmuring his name as the too nodded in respect.
Tu’shar waved his hand dismissively, telling them all to be at ease, “Return
to your meals, I only came for these two,” he said pointing at Ali’shir and
Isis. The pair exchanged glances as they moved to the side where Tu’shar turned
to face Ali’shir with an exasperated sigh, “Have you forgotten you are an Elder
now?”
            Isis
blinked as Ali’shir responded with an, “No, sir.”
“Have you, Isis?” he asked, sounding
equally irritated with her as well.
Isis looked at Ali’shir who gave an
encouraging nod, “No?”
            “Then why are you not at the Elder’s
table?”
            Ali’shir and Isis both looked to the
long obsidian setting atop the dais. The yautja that sat around the table were
cold looking and silent, without the slightest hint of enjoyment. It was the
polar opposite of the one they currently were at. They looked at one another
and silent understanding passed between them.
            Ali’shir took Isis’s
shoulder as he politely refused the Elder, “We have already begun to eat here,
sir. We will be present next time,”
            “You know I never make suggestions,
boy.” Tu’shar sighed, “I need my Elders at my side. Do me the service of at
least giving the appearance we are united and get your ass in that seat.”
            Ali’shir reluctantly nodded and took
up his plate with a nearly silent hiss. He was stunned when Isis
seemingly snatched it from him, lifting it clear out of his hands and walking
ahead to the place reserved for them both. Although she was thoroughly confused
as to how, Isis knew that they were Elders now
and there was a certain decorum expected. This would be different than sitting
with their friends. Their sniping, constant bickering and jabbing would not be
looked on favourably or welcomed. She seriously had to play the part of his
mate, even to the point where it would probably scare herself. Like
now she huffed. Isis set his place and
hers, sliding their plates on the table, overturning the cups that sat there,
taking a pitcher to fill them.
            “Will you need anything else?” she
asked, trying to forget how much she reminded herself of her own mother at the
moment.
            Ali’shir blinked and shook his head,
snapping out of his stupor with a amused grunt. “That
will be all,” he said, patting her behind. “Good mate,”
            Isis
let her grip on the pitcher slip, “Oh, I am so sorry, my mate,” she smiled,
tossing a cloth at his soiled lap.
Ali’shir caught it in his fist and glowered at her, he would bite his
tongue for now. He did not want to
give the Elders around him another reason to stare at them as if they did not
belong more than they already did. Aside from the Lead Elders, Mara and Fushel,
the table occupants glared heatedly at them, obviously irritated by their
presence. And no one looked more so irritated than Joi’en who scowled at him as
he stabbed angrily at his food.
Compelled by the obvious tension between the two, Pavi
made an attempt to stir up light conversation, “So Isis,
have you seen your new quarters?”
            “No,” she said smiling at Ali’shir.
“I haven’t had a chance to go home to our Elder
quarters yet.”
Ali’shir narrowed his eyes at her, a low sound prattling in the back
of his throat. It was a warning not to argue with him about this here, amongst
the Elders, but Isis hadn’t planned to. He
could, however, expect an earful when they got home. Wherever the hell that is, she frowned, taking up her glass. If Tu’shar had not said anything, she would probably
have wound up walking in on the new inhabitants of their old room.
            Jessa
tossed her long amber locks, “Well, you will enjoy them, Isis” she said
grabbing Pavi’s arm. “The Lead Female designed the
Elder quarters herself. Big windows that open to the stars, a huge comfortable
bed and they have a massive bathroom, nothing you would knock your arms against
trying to bathe or whatever else you do there.”
            Joi’en cleared his throat and snuck
a glance at Isis, “I have not been in the
lower floors for quiet some time, but I remember the bathrooms being spacious
enough for every activity,” he
trilled.
            “I could barely turn around in
them.” Jessa replied.
            “But you were a single asegian, it fit your purposes.” I’lana
said.
            Bahdri,
the female’s mate, pulled at her shoulder to keep her silent. He wanted everyone
to make the half-breed and his human feel uncomfortable but I’lana
refused. If the Lead Elder’s females could attempt being civil, she could as
well. She shrugged her mate’s hand off her and turned in her seat, “I am sure
the suite she and Ali’shir shared was a tad bigger. Right Isis?”
            “I wouldn’t know,” Isis
said quickly. “I’ve never been to the asegian
levels.”
            “But I am sure you would be able to
make due with them as well. I understand you are quiet flexible,” Joi’en
grunted.
Tu’shar noticed how quickly Isis looked
away, nervously combing at her ponytail and biting her lip. Joi’en seemed to
notice the female as well, watching her intently as he drank.
Tu’shar shifted in his seat and posed a question to the male, “What do
you know about her flexibility, Joi’en?”
            “Same way we all do, Honoured Elder,
watching her exhibition with Mara.”
            Isis
sighed audibly, both thankful he didn’t say how he really knew and irritated that
he did not. She would have preferred to weather the fall out instead of living
with this nerve wracking apprehension. She felt like any moment, Ali’shir would
reach out and throttle her for her betrayal. And it was a betrayal, Isis saw that clearly
now.
            “I remember that fondly,” Mara said prattling her mandibles, “Although it is a shame an outsider
was the first to take me up on my offer to spar. This clan used to have a lot
of female fighters.”
            “Which is why our numbers
plummeted,” Navin countered.
            Bahdri
nodded, “Now that our females are back to breeding like they are supposed to,
all is right with the clan.”
            “You are still here, so obviously
not everything is right with the clan.” Mara growled. “I cannot believe you
still keep up with such an antiquated ideology about females only being able to
breed and rear young. There are other clans in which females are the heads of
their clans.”
            “It is supported by science, female.
Just ask our Healer,” Bahdri said motioning to Navin.
            The aged male shrugged and spoke
with reluctance, “You cannot deny the female body has physiologically evolved
for that purpose, Mara”
            “You cannot deny this female body
can break you like a stick if you keep supporting this one’s sexist shit,” she
snapped, beginning an argument that consumed the table.
            Isis
turned in her seat to watch the argument escalate. It wasn’t as if she cared,
she dismissed Bahdri as not worthwhile already and
Mara was just wasting her breath trying to change his opinion, but their
quarrel was something else to preoccupy her mind other than Joi’en’s heated
stare.
            His gaze was making her overly
conscious about her chest so she folded her arms and slumped against the seat
to hide them, looking ever indifferent, like the rest of the table. She had
just begun to relax a little when something grazed across her breast, bumping
against a taught nipple.
            Isis
gasped sharply and pushed back from the table in open mouth shock, sending
tableware tinkling. The table fell into immediate silence as everyone turned to
where she sat, so paralysed with fear, as her mate’s hand grazed across her. Ali’shir,
looking her in the eye, continued to reach past Isis’
chest to grab the pitcher at her side.
            His hands curled around the handle
and Isis gave an exasperated sigh, “Ali I’m sorr-”
            “Don’t,”
Ali’shir hissed, refilling his glass. “Just be silent. The damage is already
done.”
            The others around them murmured
questioningly, none more vocal, however, than Kai. The sound of her voice made Isis bristle.
            “With the amount of time it has been
here, you would think the human would be better trained,” she said to Joi’en,
making sure her voice carried. “It seems not matter where she is, she must make
a spectacle of herself.”
            “You are one to talk,” Isis
replied. Ali’shir hissed at her but she could only shrug her shoulders, the
words came out unchecked.
            Kai was visibly taken back, she
looked at all the eyes around the table before leaning closer to the woman,
lifting a slender brow, “And just what is that supposed to mean, human?” Isis glanced at Ali’shir and then shook her head,
refusing the argument, but Kai would not let her be. “Speak human! We are all
listening, you do not need his permission to speak or think!”
            “I was thinking maybe if you were
properly trained, you wouldn’t lift your legs to everything that happens into
your vicinity.”
            Kai paled, her mandibles clenching
tightly, “How dare you!” she hissed.
            “That is enough,” Fushel growled,
slamming his fist on the table. “Control your female, Ali’shir.”
            “Hitting too close to home,” Isis laughed, “Are you one of those poor souls sucked
into that vortex between her legs as well?”
            Fushel steppeled
his fingers in an effort to calm himself, “Control your female, Ali’shir,”
            “It is impossible, Elder Fushel” Kai said. “There comes a time when an animal cannot
be taught anymore and must be put down.”
            “No this bitch did not call me an
animal,” Isis turned in her seat, “Mara, if an
Elder kills another Elder, is it still an offence punishable by death?”
            “No,” she said glancing at Kai and Bahdri. “Especially if that other Elder is asking for it.”
            Kai ignored her. The female tossed
her locks over her shoulder and leaned across the table to with a trill, baring
her inner teeth at Isis, “You would not have
the nerve,” she purred smugly. “Ali’shir keeps you on such a tight leash you do
not dare do anything even now as I sit ne-”
            Isis
hurled across the table and gripped Kai by the throat, dragging the female kicking
and screaming over the tabletop. The female twisted onto her back, prying the
hands from her neck, but Isis then latched
onto her locks, still trying to pull her over and off the dais. Isis wound her hand in the ropes of the female’s hair and
pulled roughly just as Kai strained in the opposite direction, scratching at
the air to lock hands with Joi’en. The male took her arms and pulled her toward
him and then let go when Kai’s screams climbed higher. There was a muted wet
pop and Isis nearly fell on her side, the fist
full of locks still clenched in her hands. Isis
had ripped out a cluster of locks at the root, leaving three bleeding circular
depressions in the centre of Kai’s forehead.
            The yautja
female sat stunned, wincingly dabbing at the newly made wounds until Isis lunged a second time. The human reached for her head
again, with the intent to pluck her bald, but was stopped short. Kai only felt
the breeze of Isis’ swiping hand as Ali’shir
took the woman by the hips and yanked her against him.
            “You animal! Filthy
little animal!” Kai howled, touching the raw green skin. She looked at her
bloodied fingertips and shrieked to. “Look what that little beast did to me,
Joi’en!”
            “I’ll show you animal,” Isis snarled.
Kai darted behind Joi’en, using him as a shield as Isis
swiped again. She just barely touched the female when Isis
felt her arms pulled back. Ali’shir tussled to contain the woman until he grew
irritated. Everyone in the entire hall looked at them now, some unfortunate
enough to be placed in the back, stood so they could better see the
embarrassing exchange. By her arms, Ali’shir spun Isis
to face him and locked his arm under her bottom, hoisting her up like nothing,
slinging her over his shoulder.
“Excuse us, will you?” he said with a curt bow before quickly striding
out the hall.
            Isis struggled to kick at Kai as she passed,
but Ali’shir caught her leg and held it firmly until they reached their new
suite. Isis couldn’t even spare a moment to
take in the surroundings as when the door shut behind them, Ali’shir tossed her,
onto the couch.
            “What is wrong with you, woman?” he
roared. “How could you just loose your sensibilities like that?”
            Isis
raised her eyebrows in surprise, “You are allowed to fight Joi’en but I can’t
fight that bitch?”
            “No! You are a female and on this
ship, females do not fight,” Isis started to
speak but Ali’shir rushed to the couch, clapping a hand over mouth. “Both
Tu’shar and Pavi are gifted in sniffing out deception. Gifted. And now that we had to
sit at his side until-ARG!” Ali’shir
let her go with a growl and massaged the bitten web of his hand, wiping away
the blood from her teeth marks.
            “Until when?”
Isis demanded, pacing angrily. “Until us Elders leave? I can’t believe you did
that without telling me! Why would
you do a thing like that?”
            “Because my argument with Joi’en complicated
things,” he grumbled, massaging his neck. “My decision aside,
if you learn to behave yourself, do the things I have been asking you to
all along, this could still work in our favour.”
            Isis
threw up her arms, “What more could you possibly want me to do?” she yelled. “I
already serve and clean up after your big ass. I smile at your lame and
patronising jokes,”
            “You could start by not acting terrified
when I touch you in public,” he roared.
            “I do not-,” Isis
gasped, her eyes grew wide.
            Ali’shir’s hand swung between her
legs, cupping her sex, his finger stroking against her clit. It paralysed her
where she stood, making her all the more easily to yank closer. Ali’shir pulled
her against his chest and shunted his fingers inside her with a grunt, watching
Isis’ eyes widen that much more. She made a pained
sound and took his arm, trying to unseat herself from his hand but he did not budge.
He took a step closer and purposely pushed his fingers deeper inside her.
            “This is not like serving me or letting
me hold your waist,” he said against her ear. “You cannot just tolerate it. You
have to act like you want it,”
            Act,
she scoffed, feeling her body pulse around his fingers, “Yeah, I’ll work on
that.” Isis pushed at him harder and he
released her, letting her stumble backward to sit on the couch.
            Ali’shir eased into the seat next to
her, “Do you think Kai would act this way with Joi’en,” he asked. “Would she
shy away from him?”
            Isis
closed her legs as he neared, looking at his wet fingers. “So long as it has a
pulse, I imagine she’d be on it like ugly on a hardmeat,”
she muttered.
            “I know you don’t think highly of
her,” he chuckled.
            “Damn straight,”
            “…But I’m asking you to think about
the expected reaction. Not her,” he began. “Here, let me show you.”
            Isis’
mouth dried as he unfolded her arms and pulled her closer by them. Gently he laid
her palms against his chest, letting her feel the deep rattling in his chest.
“Mates are very intimate,” he said letting go of her hands. He saw it as a giant
improvement that she did not move them immediately. “They touch, they embrace
and fondle,” he continued, sliding his hand between her legs again. “And they
do not twitch or make faces when they do,” he said nipping at her chin.
            Isis
had not realised she did either until he said it. Taking a calming breath she
told herself to relax. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy what he did; she just
did not want to let him know how much she did like it.
            Ali’shir put a hand on her shoulder
and slowly pushed her down to the couch. He could feel her heart racing
erratically, thumping wildly against his own chest as he covered his body with
hers. Even more so as he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders.
“Close your eyes and enjoy it,” he whispered. “Imagine someone else if
you must,”
“Are you?” she asked, searching his eyes.
“Close them, Isis.”
Isis reluctantly shut her lids and heard the
scratch of metal as he removed his top and amour. His hands fell on her hips
and he came to lie atop her again, pressing his hot skin against hers. “When
your mate touches you, you should respond wantonly.” he said, rubbing wide
circles on her thighs and ass. “A sigh, a moan…these are all acceptable noises.
Threats of bodily harm and cursing are not,”
Isis gripped his neck as her body shuddered,
responding to the dark rumble of his voice and his body moving between her open
legs. She raised her hips out of need, rubbing herself against the hard planes
of flesh. “Ok,” she breathed. “Moan and don’t curse. What’s next?”
“Let me see you,” he ordered, fisting the straps of her dress. Isis rose off the pillows as he pulled it down, slipping
her arms free and raising them over her head. She bit her lip and sighed
feeling his warm hands cup her breasts, his claws pinching her flesh as he
squeezed. He brought one to his mouth, biting it through his mask, raking his
teeth over her nipples until she arched toward him with a moan.
Ali’shir reached between his legs as he sucked on her breasts, roughly
massaging his cock to the sounds of her moans and gasps. He was aware of little else at that point. Her
scent overwhelmed him, the sounds of her pleasure and the blood tearing through
her veins vied for his ears, and the taste of her skin kept his mouth in
place…until her fingers wound in his mask, drawing the fabric over his head.
Isis’ eyes flew open as his hand grabbed
menacingly at her wrist and pin it across her chest. He moved away and Isis tightened her legs around him, holding him closer as
she raised her head from the pillows.
Her lips moved lightly over his, through the mask as she spoke. “I
want to kiss you,” she said sliding her hand from his. He tightened his grip
again and Isis tilted her head with a whine,
“Please,” she pouted, squeezing him with her legs.
Isis watched as his hand slowly fell away
and took root at her side, propping his body up and he bent his head to hers.
His intense stare never wavered as she pulled the material away until it was
completely unveiled, then he turned away. Isis sat up and pressed her lips
against his cheek, gently pecking at the corners of his mouth, licking at his
lips until he turned back to face her, crushing her mouth and her body in the
seats as he kissed her back.
Ali’shir’s hand spanned over her chest and fisted her dress, ripping
it off her like nothing before grabbing her breasts roughly. His mouth now
free, he gave them the attention they deserved, pressing a chaste kiss on each
tip before hungrily licking from the bottom to the top of each one, swirling
his tongue in the valley that separated them. His hand smoothed at the curves
of her thighs and she slowly parted her legs, lifting them to her chest,
holding them open by her calves.
The invitation was obvious and Ali’shir went dutifully, sliding his
heavy tongue down her thighs to her throbbing centre. Isis
bit at her knee with a moan. His hungry tongue found her tightening bud of flesh
and he kissed it like he did her mouth, hard and ravenous. He sucked hard on
her clit and just as became painfully plump, he lightly circled it with the
absolute tip of his tongue. She fell back in the couch with a sigh, her hands
holding the clawed hands that held her thighs. Ali’shir swirled his tongue with
a murmur and dipped his head lower. Isis’
hands gripped his tightly as he pushed inside her.
Her eyes rolled, her feet curled as he pushed her legs closer to her
chest. He was so deep his cheeks pressed
against her thighs, his wide hands holding her bottom as if he was truly eating
her. His tongue wriggled and Isis bucked against him, wanting to close her legs
the pleasure was so intense, but he held them down, prying them open and
pressing them flat against the pillows. She watched at his head slowly bobbed
between her thighs, his tongue pressing in and out, coring her casually until
she sobbed into her tightly clenched fists. He moved faster then and Isis fought against him to raise her hips, unable to
stand it any longer.
Ali’shir took his hands from her waist but he kept his mouth between
her, letting her legs close around his head, each foot resting on his heavy
shoulders. He fisted her breasts as he sucked on her clit and Isis
let out a scream, propping herself up on her elbows as she rolled her hips. She
reached between her legs and fisted his locks, forcing his head flush against
her, crushing her pussy against his lips. The tension in her stomach coiled. It
felt as if a fuse inside her had been lit, burning her from the inside out.
Sitting up completely, Isis held onto the
sides of his head and arched her back, screaming loud and ragged as she came,
riding against his face.
            Ali’shir
raised his head and Isis turned him loose,
falling backward, hitting the cushions with a heavy sigh. Her eyes cracked open feeling Ali’shir move between her again, laying his body in
the cradle of her legs. His hand moved behind her neck, lifting her by the
scruff of her neck to kiss her. Isis moved
willingly to him, twisting her hands in his locks again, digging her heels into
his back as she scooted under him.
            Ali’shir grunted into her mouth
feeling her hand slide between them. His stomach tensed and hallowed as she
undid his belt, pulling the cloth from is hips. His erection fell against her
with a wet smack and Isis reached for it,
stroking the length of his cock against her belly, brushing her fingers over
the swollen tip.
            Ali’shir pressed his head against
hers, his eyes rolling into his head. “Isis…W-what
are you doing?”
                        “Reciprocating,” she
breathed.
            Ali’shir moved as Isis
pushed him up to sit. She sat on her knees, one hand on his leg, the other
reaching for his dick. She touched the tip and Ali’shir hissed, his hands
clutched at the pillows as she wrapped her hand around him and slowly pumped
him with her fist. His hips jerked toward her, moving as she did, from the base
of his shaft to the head and back again. Ali’shir’s entire body tensed, his
claws tearing at he fabric. The pad of her thumb slowly circled his swollen
head, stroking the in-between of the cleft there. Ali’shir spread his legs,
laying his feet flat on the floor as he sat completely upright. He was on the
edge, ready to burst right then and then Isis suddenly stopped.
            Ali’shir opened his eyes and watched
in marked silence as Isis lowered her head
between his legs, bringing his cock to her lips. His mouth fell open, but no
sound came out. Her mouth connected with his flesh and Ali’shir could not
breathe. Her tongue swirled at the tip of him, sliding up the underside of his
cock. She moved slowly at first, down and up, again and again, digging and
bumping against every raised and texture ridge of his shaft and then she
stilled.
            Isis
shifted between his knees and took him with both hands, sucking the tip of him.
Ali’shir gave a staggered roar and grabbed her shoulder, holding him self up as
seemingly every bone in his body liquefied. She slid halfway down on him,
sucking him into her mouth. Ali’shir looked between his parted knees and watched
his flesh vanish under the line of her lips. He growled deeply in his throat
feeling the tip of him touch the back of her throat. He tried to slide out but
her hands gripped his hips, pulling him toward her, forcing his cock deeper and
down her waiting throat. Isis let him go with
a gasp and then swallowed him again, taking him to her limit and then back out
with a wet pop. She moved faster each time until her mouth did not leave him
and her head simply bobbed on his dick.
            Isis
swallowed, the muscles in her throat massaging him as he did. Ali’shir growled
and lurched forward. He mindlessly ground his hips against her face until he
felt his balls grow achingly tight. His hands shivered as they slid down the
curves of her back, as his body bowed over hers. Heat flushed his body and
every muscle fibre jumped with electricity. Another wave of heat shook him and
he fisted her hair, grabbing the back of her head as he thrust into her mouth. Isis could not breathe but she held tight to him, letting
him force her face against his lap as he erupted inside her throat. Ali’shir
sighed and his hand turned her loose, letting her fall to the side. Resting on
his leg, she swallowed audibly and gagged, coughing dryly as she took a much
needed breath.
            Ali’shir reached for her, lifting
her shaking body between his legs and onto his lap. Isis
limply settled in his arms, lifting her face to his as he tucked a finger under
her chin. She gave a surprised sound as he softly pressed his lips against
hers. He held them there a long moment and then slowly pulled away, starting at
her for long pause before he kissed her again, bolder and rougher, folding his
body possessively around hers. His legs and arms locked around her body as he lay her under him, kissing down her neck, biting the lines
of her shoulders and collar.
            Isis
closed her eyes with a smile stretched her arms over her head, letting him have
at any part of her body he wanted. He kissed up to her mouth again and Isis moaned, “What do I do now, Ali?”
            She could feel his erection growing
anew, thickening to press against her, hip. She twisted in his lap and
straddled it, her hands smoothing his broad shoulders, sliding across his slick
navy muscles. Isis locked her arms behind his
head and rested her head against his, her eyes searching his.
            “Tell me what to do,” she whispered,
bobbing eagerly in his lap.
Ali’shir looked up at the woman stretched over him, waiting almost too
patiently for his next instruction. Instruction,
he thought bitterly. Ali’shir stood with his arm still round her and set her
down on her feet. She frowned when he handed her torn dress.
“What you can do is act appropriately from now on, Isis”
He said crisply, snatching up his hunting kit. He moved to the door and then stopped,
looking over his shoulder at her. “Do
not make me show you again.”
Please
do not make me show you again, he sighed. He shut his eyes as he stepped in the hall. Something
crashed into the door as it shut behind him and inside, he could hear the woman
curse him. Ali’shir would have been angry at her for it if she had not been
speaking his own thoughts aloud.

            Ali’shir followed behind Fushel with
trepidation. Fushel caught him in the ship’s docking levels as he returned from
a much needed sojourn to a nearby satellite and offered to help him carry his
kills. The Elder warrior asked him to walk with him to first meal afterward and
Ali’shir, having no legitimate reason to refuse, obliged. So here he was,
cautiously nearing the table where Isis sat
with her back to him. She seemed happy, laughing and talking with the
friendlier females of the table but Ali’shir knew there was rage bubbling
underneath the surface. He expected her to unleash it for the entire hall to
hear when he came into view, but Isis simply
stood, offering him a polite smile as she pulled the cloak from his shoulders.
            Ali’shir said nothing as she did,
watching in stunned awe as her body, tightly bound in a near skin tight dress
moved around him. It was the most daring thing he had seen her wear, the
neckline showing the skin between her round breasts and the bite marks he left
there and across her collar. Her breasts danced in his face as she bent to
drape the cloak over the back of his chair as he sat down.
            A plate of hot food was slid in
front of him, his drink poured without a spiteful spill in his lap. Ali’shir
had hoped things would return to normal during that short separation but this
was better than ‘normal.’ This was exceptional…too exceptional he thought narrowing his eyes at her.
            Bahdri
took the seat next to him and nudged him with his elbow, jarring him from his
thoughts. “Ask me how I slept,” he said gruffly.
            Ali’shir looked at the male and
frowned, “Why?”
            “I did not know humans were so
inherently noisy. At the table, in the bedroom, how do you ever manage to be
rested?”
            “Come again?” Ali’shir blinked, the
meaning lost on him.
            “I am sure you did,” Bahdri snorted, “Again and again.” He leaned over the male
to look at Isis, “Tell me sweetness, is he
gentle? Or were those screams of pain?”
            Ali’shir turned in his seat with a
growl, “Sweetness?” he hissed, curling his hand into a fist.
            Isis
put a calming hand on his shoulder and shook her head, “No, Elder Bahdri. Ali’shir is not by any means gentle, but that is
the way I like it.”
“Sounds like it,” he scoffed.
Bahdri thought nothing of her response and returned
happily to his plate but Ali’shir nearly snapped the utensil in his hand in
half. Isis’s response was the appropriate one,
but totally and unnervingly unexpected. And she said it like it was the truth,
so casually and without care, before she resumed talking and laughing with
Mara.
He told himself she was just taking his ‘lesson’ to heart until the
conversation, as it usually did at the Elder’s table, drifted to who was the
most skilled warrior. The females praised their mate’s ability while they, in
turn, sat idly by to profess the authenticity of every claim. When the subject
of the conversation became Ali’shir, Sala asked why Isis had not said one word.
Ali’shir braced himself, holding his breath as Isis
slowly set her glass down and turned to the female. And now for the moment I have been waiting for he sighed.
“Because it would be unfair to all of you to compare your mates to
mine,” Isis smiled sweetly.
The table erupted in noise, each of the Elders clamouring to rebut her
statement as well as reaffirm their own superiority. The all argued and waved
their hands furiously, except one. Ali’shir sunk in his seat and narrowed his
eyes at Isis, trying to read the thoughts
inside that round head of hers. She had to be angrier than he previously
thought, trying to lull him into a false sense of security with this act so she
could strike him when he was most vulnerable, no doubt.
Ali’shir seized the woman by the thick of her arm and pulled her close,
“Can I see you a moment?” he grit.
Isis didn’t even have a moment to agree
before he ripped her out of her seat and dragged her into the hall. He rounded
the corner and pulled her into the nearest lift, letting it travel down a floor
before hitting the emergency stop to give them a moment of absolute privacy.
He released her and Isis held her
aching arm, watching as he paced angrily in front of the lift doors. “What has
gotten into you?”
“I should ask you the same question,”
Isis took a step forward, her hand out and
Ali’shir skittishly jumped backward. “Keep back!” he demanded. “Until I can
figure out what you have done or are planning to do, you keep back.”
“Ok, now I know you’ve lost your mind.” Isis
walked to the controls and started to disengage the lock when he pushed her
hand away. She smacked his hand in retaliation, reaching for it again but he
blocked her with his body and a growl.
He pointed accusingly at her hand, “What is that?” he demanded.
“A piece of fruit!” she screamed, pelting his arm with it. “You did
pull me away from the table mid-bite! What is hell wrong with you?”
“Nothing! There is nothing wrong with me because I know
what’s going on,” he said proudly. “I know when someone is plotting against
me.”
Isis put her hands on her hips and hung her
head, hunching her shoulders as she took a long breath. “Please don’t be crazy
right now, Ali. I don’t think I’ll be able to stand it.”
“I am not crazy, human. The
female that was at my side at first meal was not the same female I know. ”
“You don’t know me at all, yautja.”
“Better than anyone living I would say,” he said, folding his arms.
“Start talking.”
“Fine,” she breathed, leaning against the wall.
After destroying most of the room, Isis
spent some time in thought after he left last night. If it meant not having him
get her all hot and bothered only let her to cool by herself again, she would
do exactly what he said when he said it provided he promised her one thing. “I’ll
play the perfect mate with no exceptions, all the time, so long as you take me
with you when you hunt.”
“Absolutely not,” he snorted.
“Why? And don’t you dare tell me because I’m not good enough, because
you know better.”
“Because it is dangerous, for you and me. I could be executed for defying a
Council ruling.”
“I am willing to take that risk,”
Isis laughed at her own joke but Ali’shir
was not amused. He turned off the emergency stop and turned his back on her,
telling her she was out of her mind. “It is far too dangerous,”
“So is deceiving Tu’shar, but I risk it for you. And I didn’t even
have a choice in the matter. All I’m asking is for a little reciprocation,”
Ali’shir closed his eyes at that last word and swallowed thickly,
finding his throat suddenly parched. He put his hand on the wall for support as
the image her on her knees, the red line of her mouth wrapped around his flesh,
came rushing back to him.
Isis took him by the arm, making him stumble
a moment. “Seriously Ali’shir, take me with you,” she asked.
“Why do you want this so badly?”
“Hopefully after a little hunting, I’ll start to feel like my old self
again and work off this extra… aggression
I’ve been feeling as of late,” she said obviously lost in thought a moment.
She shook her head and looked up to the male on her arm, “Please don’t make me
beg.”
Ali’shir glanced at the woman and let out irritated groan. Years in
exile had seemingly taught him nothing, he still was not strong enough to
refuse the desires of his mate. After all, she did risk her life entering in
this lie with him. He could stand to be fair.
“Fine,” he sighed. “Whatever
you want, Isis. But remember you asked for
this. You will suffer too if we are caught.”
            “Yeah, yeah.
Let’s go!” she beamed, pressing the level for the docks.

            Sala looked at the pair of empty chairs at
the Elder table and sighed, “Well Ali’shir and Isis sure left in a hurry,”
            “The way she looked who could blame
him,” Jessa purred, sliding her arm around Pavi, “You
would look good in a dress like that.”
            Tu’shar looked at his mates petting
heavily on one another and grunted, “I like your thinking Jessa,”
he said thickly.
            Bahdri swirled
his drink as he thought aloud. He could not understand why Ali’shir even bothered
with a human, “It could not at all be satisfying,” he said. “She is so small
you could barely do anything with her. It would only lead to frustration,”
            “Frustration is right,” Fushel
grunted angrily. Although Ali’shir was among the few individuals in his good
graces, his mate was not. Fushel did not like Isis
for the simple fact that she liked to upset Kai and when Kai was upset she was
not interested in sex. Including and especially with him. “Mouthy
irritant…”
“If I were Lead Elder, I’d probably ban foreigners from the ship for
that reason. They are rather insolent and strident …” Bahdri
stopped his thoughtful conjecturing and looked at Joi’en. The male appeared to laughing
at him, “What’s so funny, young Elder?”
            “That you think you know everything,
old one. I have found humans to be very
satisfying.”
            Bahdri set
down his glass with a trill and leaned closer, “Joi’en you always surprise me.
Here I am thinking Kai has you on a short leash and you have had a human?”
            “Of course,” Joi’en trilled. “She
could barely keep her hands off me. Insatiable creatures they are,”
            Tu’shar’s
eyes watched Pavi and Jessa caress but his ears listened
to Joi’en and Bahdri talk. The young male was talking
in detail about an interlude with a human female, how he had her whining
against him, begging for his cock as he twisted her body on the bathroom floor.
Something in the way he talked made him think it happened recently and in his
very ship.
            Tushar followed
the young Elder after meal’s end, confronting him in the hall just outside the
dining area.
            “You must learn to keep your hands
off what belong to others, young one.” he warned.
            Joi’en spun on his heel,
understanding his meaning perfectly. “What belongs to others should keep their
hands off me, Elder Tu’shar.”
            “You know as well as I do Isis did not seek you out.” Tu’shar hissed, mindful of
his volume. “I will not have you fucking with my council, Joi’en!”
            “This happened before your precious
addition to your council,” he snapped. “I was actually looking for evidence to
support my idea that they are not genuinely mated.”
            “And?” Tu’shar
asked, slightly fearful.
            “And nothing.
They are either very careful to attend to every detail or they are really
mates. In any event, no one would be able to find a scrap of tangible proof
they are not unless one betrayed the other.”
            Tu’shar was pleased to hear that
much but pretended to be gruffly indifferent, “The details of how and why are
not important. It just better not happen again.”
            Tu’shar adjusted his stance,
suddenly reigning in his anger and Joi’en turned to see the reason why saunter
to his side.
            “What are you two whispering about
so heatedly?” Kai asked.
            Joi’en wrapped an arm around his
mate and nipped at her neck, “Fuel sources for the ship.”
            “Yes, your mate here was suggesting we
use fresh fertiliser.” Tu’shar
grunted.
            “Sounds positively boring,” she
huffed. “Joi’en I will be waiting for you by the lifts when you are done. Try
not to keep him too long, Elder Tu’shar.”
            “He will only be a moment,” Tu’shar
assured, waving her away. He stepped forward and dropped his voice again,
speaking in a stern whisper, “Isis will not be there to stop Ali’shir the next
time he decides to end you and neither will I, Joi’en. He is your equal now,
becoming an Elder means he can kill you without fear of repercussion, which I
am sure is part, if not the entire reason he accepted my offer. I think you
will live longer if you remember as much…” Tu’shar tilted his head, “Are you
even listening to me, fool boy?”
            “I am,” Joi’en growled throatily. He
watched Kai move away with hooded eyes and then turned his head to Tu’shar. “I
am sorry Elder, but I cannot promise you that much. There is just no telling
what will happen again. Ali’shir has such excellent choice in females.”

A/N: Chancellor22, DasGruen and midnighteyes, thanks so much for reading and commenting! It’s very encouraging and helps me keep going with this old thing. Jazz I’m glad you are enjoying the story and try to be patient with Ali’shir, he’s a bit of a work in progress, yanno? Gillia thanks for your humbling comment and Ajestice, can I just say your comment was hilarious. I’m really happy that you find Isis strong but not annoying, because I know EXCATLY the type you are talking about and I really tried not to make the same mistake with her. I really tried to make it better this time around and I’m happy to see it’s working!
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