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I Don't Regret	By : JasminSteele Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirteen
He Will be Mine
Boedog took good care of me while I recovered. Honestly, I didn't think I was going to come out of the Chiva alive but he saved me, carried me back to the ship and was helping me through therapy to recover. Tox, his large friend, even carried our trophies back for us making me think differently of him.
I didn't think Tox liked me very much and would never like me but, after spending months together with him and Boedog he started to warm up to me. I wasn't interested in him, though, I knew his smaller friend was into males, even though he denied it. Why else would he look so lonely, staring out of his favorite window on the ship? He had to have left someone behind and it couldn't have been a female.
He denied it, though, every time I tried to make a move on him he would remind me he didn't like males. Was the person he left behind so important that he would deny himself physical pleasure? For a while I thought Tox was his 'mate' but I knew I was wrong when I saw him interact with others. He was a true male, his sights were set on the females when he got home.
I sighed as I lied on my hammock, my room was small and I had it to myself, it was one convenience of being smaller than everyone else. No one really wanted to be my partner, other than Boedog, and no one else wanted to have anything to do with me, except when I propositioned them. The clan ship had been my home only for a few months before we left to go on the hunt, my clan master sent me because he chose to and I did what my clan master said, even if I didn't like the idea.
My role was not solely to hunt but to feel out the others in the clans and see if I could breed discontent among the young males. I shared my master's view in that we had the right to rule over our own. He was set on changing our culture so that the males had equality and more of a say about our clans, his first step was for shared power then complete domination to make the females do our bidding, not us do their bidding.
It was extremely hard, though, because no one in the clans wanted to speak up about the subject. They were all too comfortable with how things were already and didn't see a need for change. I quickly realized I had to keep my thoughts to myself and that no one else was going to change their mind just because I suggested it, I couldn't even plant any seeds of doubt.
Discontent was starting to breed itself in my thoughts so I got up to wander the ship. Most of my 'comrades' had turned in for the day even though they still needed to train for their hunts. It wasn't long before I found myself in front of an all too familiar door. The group of males behind it were some of my 'regulars' I sought out when I needed to be distracted. They didn't mind calling on me, though, whenever they felt like it.
What about Boedog? I thought to myself as the rhythm of my current fling increased. Such was my luck he didn't even wait until I shut the door to grab me and bend me over his bed. He was pounding away, enjoying himself and the fact that he could find such easy release. It was more like a raping but since I consented I couldn't protest, especially when he started to pound too hard.
So my thoughts turned to Boedog. He was very open minded, never had he shunned me or took advantage of me, maybe he would hear me out? If I approached the topic in just the right way maybe I could make it sound like I was just talking and not give myself away.
After a few loud grunts my fling shoved in for the last time, slapped my ass then pulled out. I was in his room, three other sets of eyes staring at my exposed rigid sex. Everyone in the clan knew that I took males mostly with joy and took advantage of that fact. They also knew I could hold my own if I was threatened. My first day I had to prove myself and I did, a mandible for a trophy hanging on my belt reminded everyone that I was not to be trifled with.
"Who's next?" the gruff male asked the room and I heard someone get up. He was much more gentle than the others and he was the only other one that wanted a turn. I was pleased when I saw it was him, he would at least give me some pleasure instead of just taking it.
When would be a good time to bring it up? I asked myself. Several members of the clan had already died during the Chiva, I was one of the few that had an actual trophy despite my being incapacitated. Tox was kind enough to grab not only his own trophy but Boedog's and mine as well. I tried to thank him when I was able but he turned me down and said no thanks was necessary.
"Are you ready?" the gentle male asked and I answered with a purr. He was already pressed against me, his chest to my back and after I nodded he entered the already abused entrance. There was a little residual pain but I purred through it then forgot all about it when his hand wrapped around my hot member. For a brief moment I imagined it was Boedog and just let go, my passion hot, the sex hot and the noise loud. Several times I almost called his name but I had to bite back, I didn't want to let anyone else know how attached I was to him, the last thing he needed was to get trouble from the other clans on my account.
The pleasure ended all too soon, even though I came it didn't feel like it was enough and I left feeling more on edge than usual, craving more company but finding none.
Because it was time to turn in I decided to visit Boedog's favorite window. He had to like it for some reason, I knew it gave him a small amount of privacy but it also did something else for him. His thoughts were never on the ship when he was staring out that window.
To my complete surprise Boedog was bent over, eyes closed and arm pumping away. At first I didn't realize what he was doing but when I did I became hard again instantly.
He was pleasuring himself, a towel tucked into his belt for cleanup but I ignored that; I wanted to be the one pleasuring him, why wouldn't he let me? For a split second I thought about sneaking up on him and taking him by surprise but it would disturb him and push him away from me. Instead I returned to my room to satisfy myself while thinking only of him.
After my head cleared from the pleasure induced high I started to seriously think about contacting my clan master. Since none of the other hunters were going to give in to my suggestions or persuasion I needed a new plan. I knew he wanted to make an impact and what better way than to do it with a large collected clan?
Boedog and Tox weren't the only one's from a different clan, in all there were four that made up the hunting party. Would he want me to send some sort of message to those clans? I thought while trying to figure out a way to get a transmission out. Everything was recorded but I didn't want my conversation recorded, if anyone found out about it I would be thrown in the brig.
An idea struck me and I headed to the repair room as fast as I could. My mask could act as the transmitter if I added a few things to it and tuned it up just right. It wouldn't be traced, either, because no one else ever wore my mask.
Picking through a bin of spare parts I started to get excited. My mission was to spread the word about males taking over and hopefully gather a following; my master always preached 'if they aren't with us then they are against us' and that usually meant eliminating them.
Hesitation took over my hand, what if Boedog was against the idea? What if Tox was against the idea? If they were then I would have no choice but to deal with them as well.
Please, please see things my way, I pleaded silently to them as I worked.
The only reason I wanted Tox with me was because he was Boedog's closest friend, if I killed Tox then I would surely lose Boedog and I didn't want that.
"There," I said to myself. It had taken a while but I finally managed to connect a larger power source to my mask as well as a subspace antennae, I could finally contact my master.
With the door shut and locked behind me I made myself comfortable on my hammock.
"Report," he barked at me as soon as my signal got through. We were traveling somewhat close to his system, all of our hunts were planned in that area thanks to a little coercing from him.
"Not well," I said humbly and received a growl.
"Why not?" he asked tersely and I swallowed hard. I never wanted to make him angry, making my master angry was a bad idea.
"No one has the courage to stand up," I said. "There may be two but no one else is willing."
The comm was silent for several moments before I heard a heaved sigh. "Very well, I guess you'll just have to send the clans a message," he said tiredly. I knew he had been through a lot, more than anyone else I had ever met but he kept on going. He wanted his dream to be realized and I wanted to help him realize it.
"What should I do?" I asked. I wasn't sure if that meant eliminating everyone or simply being more forward with my intent.
"Feel them out better first, if they still refuse then eliminate them, all of them if you have to. Return to me when you are done, we will make an announcement when you do."
"Understood," I said then the comm went dead.
Nervousness welled up inside my gut. I had tiptoed around the issue and was shot down immediately. If I came out with more conviction they would report me to the Elder.
"I guess there's only one thing to do, then," I said to myself sadly.
I had to eliminate them.
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