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Chapter 15
They settled into a routine over the course of one ooman month. Amelia grew accustomed to the public bathing and even allowed him to wash with her. She was growing accustomed to him in a way as well. He understood it as progress when she no longer murmured for Val'jek in the night as she snuggled against Raz'ha's chest. His clan never grew accustomed to her, but his training classes knew better than to allow a distraction.
Raz'ha mused that she helped their training. Focus, no matter the distraction, was important for hunting. Even Raz'ha had trouble ignoring her lithe body swaying and dancing in the back of the room. The mirrors allowed the entire class a view of her ooman dances. Today she drew on a treated animal skin. He was hard pressed not to investigate this new activity.
"Honored warrior?"
Raz'ha dragged his attention away from Amelia. "What?" he barked at his student.
"Your next instruction?"
Raz'ha hadn't paid attention. He had no idea where the class left off on the day's activities. "Pair up and spar."
There was no such thing as too much sparring for young warriors. The students trilled in barely stifled amusement, but broke off and formed two lines.
"Begin," Raz'ha ordered. He watched the less skilled students, satisfied they were competent enough, and approached Amelia.
She slipped on her mask as he neared despite his near fluency in her language. She asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Yes." Her canvas was covered in the likeness of the yautja form in motion and fighting stances. He looked closer but her hands slapped over the canvas. Her chest and neck turned crimson, indicative of her blushes. "You were an artist on your world?" he asked.
She shook her head and her fingers tapped in a nervous tick. "Accounting student. Art doesn't pay the bills." She looked down at her work. "Mason joined the military to pay for my schooling. When I found a job, he was going to get out and I'd pay for his schooling."
Though he had trouble understanding the details of her customs he understood her plan never came to pass. Mason, her brother, had died as a warrior.
"Will you tell me the story of your hunt with Elder Val'jek?" He heard tellings from rumors but he wanted to know what it was like for her. He wanted to know how she bested three kainde amedha.
Her gaze shifted to the sparring unbloods. "Now?"
"Over our meal." He reached for her other skins. "May I?"
She nodded, but said, "They're not finished yet."
The first was of Elder Val'jek, drawn and half painted. The Elder's scowl looked as if he had too much c'nlip and his large claw reached out as if he might grab the viewer.
"That was the first time I saw him conscious. He was a bit out of it," she said.
It looked like the Elder intended to kill her if that was their first encounter. He chirped and looked at the rest. Sketches and figures, but no faces or discernible features. A few were of his students loosely sketched and not yet painted. "What will you do with them when they are complete?"
"Maybe hang them up." She shrugged a delicate shoulder. "Give them away."
"You owe me a trade for the hound." He clicked his mandibles, wishing he had phrased that better.
"Yes. Do you have something in mind?" Her neck turned pink with another blush.
"Will you paint one of yourself?"
Her head tilted and she looked down. "What kind of portrait were you thinking?" the blush deepened.
He hesitated at her discomfort. "Is this not appropriate with oomans?"
She didn't answer the question, but said, "I'll make one for you."
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Amelia was glad she wore her mask. Raz'ha couldn't see her blushing. She had jumped to the wrong conclusion when she assumed he'd asked for a nude portrait. Just because she doodled him in a state of undress all day didn't mean that was his first thought too.
She had never seen a yautja nude portrait and wondered if there were any. She made a note to ask Mah'sic, or perhaps wait until Val'jek returned. Thoughts of Val'jek made her feel guilty and alternately yearning. It had only been a few weeks and they exchanged messages daily. Val'jek sent her videos that were obviously edited, jumping every other word on occasion.
She was glad to see his face and hear his voice even if she could not record a video in return. His first mission objectives were met without injury. She tried not to think of the humans in cryo sleep on his ship. Val'jek swore they were the worst sort of criminals and they deserved their fates. She had to trust that he spoke the truth.
She doodled Val'jek naked beside her sketch of Raz'ha naked. Regular sex with Val'jek must have turned her into a nymphomaniac, she mused. She understood more clearly why her mated had insisted that she accept Raz'ha. Life was lonely, and if she was honest a little scary, without Val'jek. She quickly steered her thoughts away from that disturbing topic and reconsidered her sketches.
Maybe she should paint herself naked just to see the expression on Raz'ha's face. He had seen it before, as he liked to remind her often. Half the male population on the ship had seen her naked. Thankfully female and male facilities were separate.
Mind working, she made several quick sketches for poses. If she set her mask to record she could use a picture for reference while he retrieved dinner. Raz'ha would have no idea what hit him.
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Hearing the door, Amelia hurried tying off her dress. She'd taken several pictures of herself using her mask's camera and didn't want him to question what she was doing.
Raz'ha chirped a sour greeting, hiding a smear of green blood on his bicep from her. He probably thought he was doing a good job keeping her from realizing that he had to fight for her meals. She'd been through similar situations with Val'jek and knew the fresh-from-a-fist-fight swollen knuckles. She spotted a swollen mandible too. He'd taken at least one hit to the face, but appeared well enough.
She'd let him think she was ignorant. Talking about the challenges wouldn't end them, and she didn't want the friction to spoil their evening meals. It was the only time either of them could relax.
"What's for dinner tonight?" She gave him her best smile. If he had to fight for the meal, she'd make it pleasant for him.
"Only pash." Raz'ha clicked a few rapid curses. "There is a food shortage and food is being rationed. Meat is reduced to every other cycle."
The news distracted her from his ever growing fluency in english. She would normally compliment his english as they shared their meal, but it was quickly forgotten. "Is the shortage bad?" She accepted the shared bowl. Taurens never had shortages. They constantly brought in meat and fresh crops for trade. Any necessities they ran low on could be acquired through trade long before rationing became necessary.
Raz'ha shrugged a shoulder. "It depends on mechanics. If ships can be repaired, hunters will kill talbucks and," he struggled for a moment, then settled on, "store the food."
"If the ships can't be fixed?"
"We have rations and will find another way. Already we travel toward a hunting planet." The tension in his shoulder spoke volumes about his concerns.
"Can we store some of this and save it, just in case?"
He shook his head. "It will spoil."
"Should I do anything?" There was often little to be done in space. It wasn't like Earth, and there weren't grocery stores on every corner.
Raz'ha trilled and seemed to give the question consideration. "Stop exercising."
Her brows rose with surprise. "What?"
"It requires energy, yes? Energy requires food and more exercise requires more food."
"Okay then, I'll work on my drawing instead of dancing while food is rationed." The shortage suddenly seemed more ominous and a weight settled in the pit of her stomach. Pyode amedha literally meant soft meat. She would make a decent sized meal if a yautja was desperate enough.
"Thank you, Amelia." Raz'ha knelt in front of her. They settled and ate in silence for a time. Then he broke the tension with a simple, "Will you share your hunt with me?"
"My hunt?" she asked.
Dreadlocks swaying, he nodded. "With Elder Val'jek."
"Yes, of course," she said. "The end is a bit fuzzy though. I was unconscious once the queen went down."
Another nod and he waited, his amber eyes never leaving her face.
"I was visiting my brother on p-132. I wasn't there long when everything went wrong." She shrugged a shoulder, faking the casualness males used to relay their triumphs. "It was a mining planet, but they had found some creature's eggs and were studying them."
"Kainde amedha?" Raz'ha asked, mandibles lifting.
"Yeah, but they didn't know that, and they didn't know what the creatures could do." She bit her lip. "I guess one got loose and started laying more eggs. The first person went missing and then thirty six hours later everyone was dead." And she was on Val'jek's spaceship.
The warrior chirped, prompting her to elaborate.
"Once they realized what was happening there were dozens of the creatures, kainde amedha. They dragged off so many people, breeding in them, eating them." She shuddered. "They tried to evacuate, but there were no more pilots. By the time we tried to reach the surface, there were too many hard meats. The soldiers decided to fight their way out." Her brother had agreed, but she had been terrified.
"We were cut off. There were so many I couldn't count them. They slaughtered half the soldiers before we started running. It was chaos."
"And Val'jek?"
"He wasn't there yet. The hard meats trapped us in the east wing. The plan was to use the ventilation shaft to bypass the nest and use the stairs to reach the surface. Only problem was someone had to stay behind to hold off the ones chasing us." She swallowed. "Mason stayed behind to give the rest of us time." His grim face still haunted her whenever she thought of him.
"He said he'd be right behind me so I would go." Tears leaked down her cheeks and words were difficult to form. "But he didn't follow. He stayed so we could get away."

"A good warrior." Raz'ha thumped his chest. "You must be very proud."
"Yeah, in a way," she said, wiping her cheeks. "But I wish he hadn't."
Raz'ha tilted his head, his eyes uncertain. "Why?"
"Because I love my brother. I wanted him to live." Trembling, she sniffled and swiped her cheeks more firmly. "I'd rather have family than honor."
"A warrior would rather die than risk a life giver." He touched her shoulder, his expression softening. "If he loved you, then there was no choice."
She nodded, swallowing past the lump in her throat. Her brother likely had very similar reasoning.
Raz'ha purred low, drawing her under his arm and letting her lean against his side.
"He killed a couple before they got him. You would have been impressed." Val'jek had been when they later discovered the two alien bodies beside his. They didn't have a chance to carry her brother off for breeding and eating and she was able to say her goodbyes. Val'jek had let her mourn for a few moments, but then ushered her on in search of the queen.
"Good for one ooman," Raz'ha agreed. "Impressive," he added in his language.
"I was separated from the group as we fled." She frowned. "It was crazy. They didn't wait for me, and for a while I thought I was going to die there. Left behind while they escaped." She looked up at Raz'ha watching with rapt interest, food forgotten. "They all died. They were no match for the creatures and if I hadn't been separated--or abandoned--I'd be dead with them."
"Paya smiled upon you," he supplied.
She gave a wan smile. "I was very fortunate because while I was trying to find another way out, I found Val'jek. He was finishing off a creature and it was truly impressive. He made it look easy until the ceiling came down on him and he hit the floor like a ton of bricks." She couldn't help the small laugh. "He weighed a ton of bricks. I was pretty sure if anyone could make it out, it was him. I was hoping if I patched him up, he'd take care of the problem and just maybe I'd survive. So I dragged him to an office, barricaded the door, and bandaged his head."
He grabbed her arm and inspected her muscles. "You are small. Val'jek is large."
She laughed, feeling genuine amusement for the accomplishment for the first time. "Fear gives me adrenaline which makes me stronger for a short while. I was terrified so moving Val'jek's tough hide was hard but I made it work."
Raz'ha chirped. "Continue, please, Amelia."
"He had a bump on the head and when he woke up he took a good couple swipes at me. I hadn't thought he would be all hugs and gratitude, but I was hoping he would have been more agreeable at the time." She shook her head. "Once he settled down and patched up his wounds with his own medkit, he just stared at me for a while. I didn't know what he was thinking. He probably calculated how useful I would be as bait."
Shaking his head too, he said, "That would have been dishonorable. He owed you a debt for saving him."
"I know that now, and he didn't try to use me as bait. Much anyway." She waved a hand dismissively. "He let me come with him, and I figured that was the only option I really had so I went. It didn't take long to realize he was there to kill the creatures, not just flee." That had been a difficult pill to swallow.
"You killed three kiande amedha," he prompted.
"Yes, but not really because I wanted to." She held her hands out in a placating gesture. Yautja were all about killing and winning trophies and she had merely wanted to survive and hadn't cared one bit about all that other stuff. "I just wanted to live or at least not die in such a horrible way."

Raz'ha said nothing and simply watched her then. Perhaps he didn't understand this sentiment.
"Anyway, the first two I led into some of the machinery. After watching Val'jek kill a few by luring them where he wanted them then killing them with his disc, I figured it was as good a plan as any. I didn't have weapons though. When one chased me, I bolted for the machinery and nearly killed myself falling into an industrial stone grinder thing. It jumped in after me. I pulled myself out and turned it on before it could kill me with its tail. It essentially hacked up the whole thing and sprayed acid everywhere." That hard meat nearly had the last laugh but she was already fleeing back to Val'jek and narrowly missed the spray.
"Grinder?"
She shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know what it is. They were processing rocks and ore or something. It had a big shoot that moved huge rocks into a machine that would turn them into tiny rocks. Pretty effective against hard meats too."
He chirped his approval. "You lured a second one into this trap as well?"
She nodded. "I was headed back to where Val'jek was fighting like half a dozen more when a second dropped down in front of me." She didn't mention that she nearly peed her pants when it had dropped down within arm's reach. The only reason she made it was because it was focused on Val'jek fighting and hadn't noticed her until she was already running. "I ran back to the grinder and apparently the second one didn't know what a grinder was either because he stepped right onto it while I waited on the other side. A quick hit of the button and that one was dead too." And the machine was covered in so much acid there would be no third kiande amedha killed in it.
It had been scarier at the time. If it had decided to go around or simply jump over while she stood there crossing her fingers, she would have been the one dead. Not to mention she was on her tip toes trying to avoid the acid eating everything around her. One face plant and she'd have been in a world of pain and suffering.
She took a breath when he hadn't weighed in. "See, not too impressive. I was just using some industrial machines to do the dirty work for me."
He leaned closer to her, his brows lowering. He took her mask from beside her and helped her put it on. He spoke in his language. "When I train unbloods, the most difficult lessons are the ones with patience and resourcefulness. Warriors master many weapons easier than they master either skill. Some never master resourcefulness fully. They bring weapons on hunts and die when they are lost or damaged." His claw brushed her throat. "You devised a trap in an environment your were not familiar with, using tools you were not familiar with, and stood before a charging kiande amedha that had helped kill all your people. With no training, you waited for your trap to close. Many warriors have difficulty with this."
She didn't know what to say. His face was serious and perhaps a little sad instead of the male pride she expected whenever they spoke of hunts. "I never thought of it that way. I remember it as being terrifying, as having no other choices. Warriors aren't scared."
He chuffed and said, "Everyone feels fear." He traced her collarbone with his the pad of his thumb. "Warriors act with reason even when they feel fear. That is bravery. You are brave."
She covered his hand with hers. "Thank you, Raz'ha." She did her best to mimic some clicks and said in his language, "I am honored."
He gave her a solemn nod. "And the third kiande amedha?"
"That one Val'jek made me a flamethrower for." She smiled behind the mask. "Coolest thing ever once I realized it wouldn't blow up in my face."
He perked up at that.
"I just had to guard the entrance and spray the smaller ones--the drones--down with fire while Val'jek was fighting the queen. When she got close I hit her with it too so she'd stay where Val'jek wanted her for the fight." She hadn't quite understood the reasoning behind the positioning, but had stopped questioning his directives. He was the trained creature slayer and she was the girl trying not to die.
"Val'jek finished everything off except one that had it out for me. No matter how much I hit him with fire, he kept coming back to take a swipe at me. He eventually clawed me too before he died to the fire." At the time she hadn't felt as terrified as she thought she would. It wasn't until later that the nightmares started that she realized how frightening it had been to hold off dozens of drones and keep an eye on a massive queen at the same time. She had been detached in a way with her sole focus on surviving the night. She had come too far to die there.
"I passed out as Val'jerk killed the queen." She vaguely remembered seeing the queen hit the ground from her own vantage point on the ground. She'd barely had the strength to keep the flamethrower aimed at the few drones left.

"Show me your scars," Raz'ha insisted, his gaze falling to her thighs. This was more warrior bonding than sexual. After harrowing tales other warriors demanded proof of the adventure.
"Sure," she said, rising to her knees. Hiking up her dress she presented her thigh for his inspection. "The kiande amedha got me here."
Raz'ha leaned in, examining the old wound he'd seen daily with new interest. "And the other?"
She hesitated, but his demanding rumble had her lifting the dress higher to show the scars on her abdomen.
Raz'ha didn't show the least bit of attention to her genitals. He inspected the three claw marks raking from her navel to the dark curls over her mound. Raz'ha traced the path with his own claws, tilting his head. "It almost destroyed your child bearing organs," he said. "This is why many yautja females do not hunt."
"There was minor damage, but Val'jek fixed it."
Raz'ha nodded and traced the scars on her thigh. "You would make a fine warrior, if you desired to become one." He purred up at her.
"I don't like death. I don't like killing creatures."
"You eat meat." His left brow rose with question.
"Yes, but that's necessary, and I shamelessly go out of my way to never see that meat alive. Then I don't have to think about it." She blushed. "There is an ooman saying, 'Ignorance is bliss.'"
He trilled at that. "I understand."
She dropped her dress, but Raz'ha didn't understand the hint. He shoved the fabric to her breasts and continued to look his fill of her scars. "The Elder carried you to his ship," he said, his claws prodding her thigh. "You could not walk on this."
"I survived all that then pretty much fainted from the pain." She laughed, seeing the humor for the first time. The whole experience seemed much more humorous now that she was relaying it to a warrior who likely had experienced worse.
"You should keep that to yourself." He stroked the crease between the scar and her mound. "Blood loss makes oomans faint too, yes?"
She nodded.
"That is more warrior-like."
"I see. Have you fainted from this blood loss before?" She smiled.
His mandibles fluttered across her belly. "Perhaps once on a talbuk hunt." Leaning back he presented a faint scar spanning across his ribs. "I was a young blood hunting with other young bloods. A herd changed course suddenly and a youngling trampled me."
Amelia moved closer, removing the mask, and touched the faint scar. "It must have been gory for a long time."
He nodded. "My insides were worse." He took her hand and firmly used it to rub a rib.
She felt a strange ridge and bump on the bone. "You broke your rib."
"Every rib. Some in more than one place." He moved her hand over to his other side where a similar ridge was found beneath his bulky muscles.
"A baby talbuk did this to you?" She had no idea how big one was and always pictured a cross between a cow and a deer. The creatures must be much larger if a small one inflicted that much damage.
Raz'ha nodded. "I returned to my clan before the blood loss took me."
A smile tugged at her lips. "Yes, blood loss does sound more warrior-like." Still, it said something that he returned to his hunting party on his own. Amelia would have died before walking on her torn leg.
Raz'ha grinned at her, his top mandibles lifting and opening. He told her more hunting stories, some dangerous and others humorous from his youth. He'd present his scars and wait for her to inspect and touch each before continuing.
Flushed and aching she knew she had long since entered dangerous water in their relationship. His purrs softened and his amber eyes were bright in the dim light. Intimate lighting, she silently called it in an effort to stave off the fear of the dark. It was a perpetual romantic setting and that was better than the alternative.
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Raz'ha watched her appreciate his body. It was common to use her eyes, but rare with her hands.
She was ready.
The thought pulsed through his veins all night. Something had changed and she had eased over some edge in her mind. He didn't understand it, but he'd not argue his good fortune. If he removed her dress and laid her back, she would allow it. But he wanted more than a quick rut. He needed her to acknowledge his pursuit--to want him fully. That would take more time, but now was the first step. She would accept a formal mating request that had been overlooked their first time.
Amelia traced the faint scar at the base of his throat, her soft fingers grazing his collarbone. "Will you tell me this story?"
"Another night," he said, taking her hand in his, comparing their size difference. She was small, soft even.
"What is it?" she whispered.
"Join with my body and accept my offering," he said the formal request in his language. Then he purred, releasing more musk to entice her.
Her chest rose, her breasts tantalizing beneath the dress. Her eyes brightened. "You want to mate."
"If it pleases you, Amelia."
She tugged her hand from his and pushed a lock of her hair behind an ear. She surveyed him with interest. There appeared to be a flicker of hesitation that crossed her features. Her chest rose with a deep breath. "Okay," she said finally.
Raz'ha purred deeper.
She placed her palm to his chest and it was done. He covered her hand with his and pulled her closer. Her breath caught and she pressed her breasts flush against him, the nipples hard points. He lifted her dress, caressing her flesh as he progressed upward until it was over her head and tossed aside.
Amelia kissed his chest, her hands exploring the planes of his abdomen. The light touch sent shivers through him. No yautja female touched a male as gently as this ooman touched him. He forgot his intent to lay her down as he reveled in the caresses.
Her mouth closed over his neck and he expected her blunt teeth to sink in, craved it even. Her tongue laved at his skin and a gentle sucking sensation pumped blood to his groin harder. She was going to kill him with tenderness. He groaned, holding her to his neck. The new sensation was worth dying for.
Her teeth scraped, tingling his arms with residual pleasure. "Paya, your mating customs are too much." Already he humped her belly through his loin cloth.
Her soft laugh encouraged him further. Her hands slid between them and made quick work of the confining garment. Those clever hands cupped him skin to skin.
He huffed from over stimulation. How had he survived the last encounters? Her heady scent was enough to drive him into a rutting frenzy. Her mouth and hands would kill them both.
Growling, he pressed her flat on the bed and secured her hands above her head. "You push me beyond control," he rumbled roughly.
She smiled up at him, seeming proud of his distressed state. "I don't mind."
He chuffed. "Our official mating will be slow and gentle to account for your delicate flesh."
She lifted her head and kissed his mandible, then nipped with her flat teeth. "You think I'm made of glass."
"I think you are made of soft flesh and delicate bones. You will break if you push my control beyond limits." He grumbled when she did not appear chastised.
Trapped beneath him she wiggled and undulated, rocking his self-control. He rumbled, torn between growling his anger and purring his pleasure. "Amelia," he breathed.
"I won't break, Raz'ha." She lifted her head to kiss his neck, her hair tickling his chin.
He released her to shove his hand between their bodies. Touching her dark curls, he found them damp and warm. Pleased, he searched the small bud between her fleshy folds so unlike a yautja female.
She groaned, wrapping both arms and legs around him as if her ooman arms could overpower him.
Circling the bud with the pad of his claw, he elicited more moans and breathless pleas.
"Raz'ha, no more," she cried.
Perplexed, he drew away. She wanted to stop? He was pleasing her, he was certain of it. What had gone wrong?
Her arms clutched him, pulling closer still. "Please," she murmured.
He trilled. "You wish to renege on our mating?"
Her eyes popped open. "What?"
"You said 'no more.'" His brows drew together and he wished Elder Val'jek had prepared him for this scenario. Declining mating was binding, no matter the species. To proceed without consent was dishonorable.
"Teasing, no more teasing." Her lips parted and she grinned. "I want you, all of you. Now."
She reached for him, delicate fingers stroking his weeping erection. Her eyes darkened with her desire.
He shook his head to focus on their misunderstanding. "When we mate, no means stop. Understood?"
She nodded. "Let's continue, please."
"I wish to take my time," he said. It was common for mates to plainly state what they expected from a coupling.
"Next time. I don't want to wait now."
Next time. She was allowing him to mate her again when they had not yet mated this time. His head swam with his good fortune and he obliged her demanding needs. Raz'ha pushed her thighs wider to accommodate his hips, his erection nudging her folds.
Her eyes brightened and they both watched as he guided his cock inside her slick heat. They shared a groan as her soft sheath gripped him.
"Oh, that kind of stings," she said. Her fingers flexed and her blunt nails dug into his thick hide.
"No?"
"It's okay," she said. "Just stay like this for a moment."
Raz'ha wanted to rut. Mating was an active exercise not designed for stillness. He forced his purr and nodded his agreement.
She stared up at him, cannibalizing her lip with uncertainty. Her expression was clear and her hands rubbed against his back in some off kilter motion that was clearly forced.
A compliment should ease her, he reasoned. "You are beautiful."
"Thank you," she murmured but seemed no more ready finger her pinched features.
Elder Val'jek instructed that when in doubt he should stroke between her folds and stimulate the pleasure nub. Raz'ha doubted that would soothe her where a compliment failed, but there was little choice stuck in this position.
Touching the nub made her swallow thickly, but that could be a positive or a negative. He continued circling it with the pad of his finger and added a purr. Her skin flushed and her breasts rose with her heavy breathing.
She tugged his dreads, pulling his face down to hers. "Kisses," she said. "Oomans like to kiss while mating."
Raz'ha locked his mandible over her face, eager for her lips on his mouth. They stayed this way for as long as he could manage.
Giving a testing push, he watched her face. Her features pinched but then she moaned and met his gentle rocking. She was small, clinging to him like a second skin and resisting his invasion. It felt magnificent, heat blooming from his cock and through his vein. His heart pounded, but he held his control. Their mating had to be gentle. Oomans were breakable, he reminded himself.
"More," she demanded, her back arching. "Touch me."
He humped faster, holding her still for his rutting, then stroked her pleasure bud again. He remembered she needed it often to feel her pleasure.
They rose to the peak together. Amelia cried out, arching and shivering beneath him. Moments later, he roared as pleasure pounded through his cock and he streamed his seed into her. All thoughts and awareness dropped away. He was alone with Amelia and their pleasure.
He held her still beneath him for several moments as the sensations bled away. Staying joined would increase his chances of seeding her, and the thought thrilled him. She would grow round with his suckling.
She wiggled beneath him. "You're heavy."
He rolled off of her, his erection sliding free with a wet plop. She cuddled against his side, resting her head on his shoulder and her hand splaying across his chest.
As he had seen the Elder do countless times, he tangled his claws in her silken hair. "Thank you."
"You're not supposed to say that after sex." She smiled into his skin.
"What do oomans say?"
"A lot of nothing and more snuggling." She draped a leg over his thigh.
"That sounds preferable." He massaged her scalp and enjoyed this intimate closeness with his ooman.
"Are you too tired to go again?"
His manhood stirred at the mere mention of mating a second time. "I am able."
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Author’s Note: Just got access to this account back! Not sure if anyone still reads Predator fanfic here, but figured I’d update just in case.
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